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ja3hwa · 10 months

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Mingi + 29 if possible pls!! I'm obsessed with all your works ♡

Prompt : 29 "I can't get enough of you."

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Mission after mission Mingi grows impatient with your teasing and tonight he wanted nothing more than you see you fucked out and begging for him in the bar you just fought in.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 : 1.93k

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Suggestive, Fluff, Dystopian Au

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Cowboy!Mingi x F.Reader

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Making out, Fingering, Oral (Reader Receiving). Dirty talk. Swearing. Public sexual activities. Mentioning about railing/fucking the readers brain out. Pet names. (Y/n is not used in this story)

Note : I'm so happy you enjoy my work. And I hope you enjoy this one, my darling. ♡♡

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Stalking through the streets, gun tightly in your hand while you scope out your next target, was something you thrilled for. Listening closely to your surroundings, taking steps lighter than a feather. You were a born killer, and it made Mingi swoon every time he gets to see you in action. The way your body moves, the sharpness of your eyes, peaking through on the top of your bandanna that covers your face. You were perfect, untouchable, ruthless, and most importantly his.

You both just took out an entire bar filled with goons and undercover cops. Not one of them stood a chance when paired with the two of you. Mingi had moved all the bodies to the corner while you searched the tills and cupboards behind the bar, looking for the tip-off that you two were going to be there. And soon you found it tucked nicely under a couple of hundreds in the register. You put the money in your pocket along with the note, cause let's face it, what are dead people going to do with the money. Better you than some other scumbag coming here after you to take it.

You wiped your face with your sleeve, noticing there were blood speckles all over your cheeks and forehead. Mingi was watching you the whole time out the corner of his eyes, watching you steal, watching you nonchalantly wipe another man's blood off your perfect face. Maybe he was fucked up but he couldn’t help but find it extremely hot. You were walking power and confidence and Mingi wanted nothing more than you worship the ground you stood on. He had to continuously stop himself, from taking you in most places. When you fought off some goons a week ago he had to calm himself from wanting to pin you again the nearest wall and fuck your brains out. One time some lone fuck head tried to jump you and him in an alley and you knocked him out with one perfectly timed jab to the windpipe. Mingi tried so hard not to get on his knees and taste you until you were screaming.

Maybe you fighting off men made him horny…scratch that. It definitely made him hard.

“Min can you help me, I don’t know if I got all the blood off.” You spoke so innocently like you didn’t just kill five or six men. God Mingi’s head is dizzy. He walked over to you a little too quickly, which you noticed and chuckled slightly at it. He was quick to get to see if everything was okay. Also making sure there were no injuries since he was there. He might as well check.

“You’re all good.” He smiled, taking a step back so he wasn’t so close to you. Otherwise, he might just combust from the smell of your seductive perfume alone. You seemed to notice his actions, taking a step forward as he took another step back. And so a dance begins. Every stride you took was repeated until his legs hit the pool table behind him. He was stuck between the table, and you had to smirk at it.

“Are you okay Min?” oh don’t call him that... “Are you feeling sick or something?”

“N-no. Not at all…” He was losing it quickly, blush covered his features faster than he would have liked. His eyes darted around the room for a moment, seeing you were, in fact, completely alone, and you would be alone for at least an hour or until one of the boys went looking for you two. You placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart rate skyrocket. He knew you were testing him. Being a brat and seeing how far you could get him riled up. Cause in your mind he would never actually do anything, he might think it, and his lingering stares while you two were out on missions made you very aware of your lover’s dirty thoughts.

But he would never actually go through with it.

“Fuck it.” Something in him snaps, and he suddenly grips your waist, turning you around so he could effortlessly place you on the pool table. He pinned you down by your wrists, placing one knee on the edge of the wooden frame so he could then lean down to lock his lips to yours.

“Ming-ahhh” You tried to speak, but a muffled moan consumed you as Mingi bit down on your bottom lip, biting it harshly. His fingertips trail down your tactical wear, feeling the rough straps and belts. Too many straps, in his opinion. His palm found rest on your thigh, lifting it so your knee was bent and your foot was planted firmly on the edge of the pool table while the other leg stays hanging. He didn’t even speak. Instead, he gave you one more peck before dropping to his knees. His face was inches from your clothed core, and you couldn't help but wiggle in anticipation. Was your shy lover really about to taste you while in public?

“If you don’t help me get your pants off in the next ten seconds, I’m getting my knife and ripping them off.” Take that as a yes.

Your hands fly to your belt, opening buttons, and undoing loops and hoops. You swear you’ve never felt so slow opening your pants, and you are almost tempted to let Mingi just rip them off you. But before you could whine in defeat, you finally open the last button, not even bothering to pull your belt through the rest of the hoops. You just unzip them and pull them down. Mingi grabs your ankles firmly, pulling off your tactical boots before yanking the fabric off your legs. You huff, feeling like your heart was about to burst out of your chest. Your bottom half was left bare, leaving yourself in your top half, completely covered, and cute dark green sports underwear. And no, not panties, or lace, or frills. Practical underwear cause wearing anything else when you beat the shit out of someone is just uncomfortable. But Mingi loves them…Especially because he knows you’ll be wearing the bra to match, and you look so fucking good in the two-piece.

He kisses your ankles, then your calves, making sure to worship every part of soft skin he could grab. The plumpness of your thighs sends Mingi into a frenzy, wanting nothing more than to feel them squeeze around his head. His lips chomp down on your flesh, making you let out a yelp. He sucks hard, creating purple and red marks all over your legs. Possessive fuck. You thought with a chuckle, biting your lip in order to keep yourself from moaning any louder.

His nose finds your covered slit, pressing ever so lightly against it, making you whimper through your teeth. “God you smell so delicious, so wet for me.” His dark chuckles sent shivers down your spine. His fingers hook under the soaked fabric, pulling it aside so he could be face to face with your dripping pussy. He blew cold air on you, making you gasp trying to clench your legs shut, but alas his head and one very strong hand was keeping you in place. He grunted in a way to tell you off, so you spread your legs more to make him feel better. He clicked his tongue in approval, letting his hand move from your leg so he could slide his finger through your folds. He finds your clit in a second, giving it a harsh press making you cry, instinctively closing your legs again.

“Close your legs one more fucking time and see what happens.” His dark voice reverberated around the room making your whole body shiver and legs wobble. You desperately wanted to defy him but your inner voice pleas for you to hold off your bratty nature and let Mingi have his way with you.

“Please Min…” You let the voice win for once, moving to rest your legs on either side of his head. He smirked with a lustful stare, knowing he was won this little tug-of-war you two had begun to play the moment you walked into the bar. He waste’s no time in latching lips to your core since you begged so nicely. He licked a long strip along your folds, taking in as much of your juices as he could. You were like the finest honey he had ever tasted, with a sweet yet salty flavour. His assault on your dripping cunt sent you in a head spin. One hand gripping the side of the pool table while the other found perch tangled in Mingi’s short―but still pullable―hair. His fingers unlatched themselves from your plump thigh to your aching hole. You gulped feeling them dance around your entrance wanting nothing more than to feel full by them.

“You taste so much, good doll.” He hummed against your clit, slipping a finger inside you. “And you're squeezing my fingers, fuck. I can't get enough of you.” He moaned fucking your pussy with his tongue and fingers roughly. All morals have now gone out the window, if there were still any that is. He wanted you to cum, no, squirt all over him and the table so he could watch it drip onto the floor. He wanted to make you feel dirty in the best way possible. And as he added another finger deep inside your cunt, his prayers were answered. You squeezed your thighs shut against his head, rolling your hips on his tongue as he let you use him to finish. His fingers slow down in pace as your high comes to an end, and your juices gradually trickle out of you. When you were done, and your shaky legs loosen slightly, he stands up from his kneeling position with a big goofy grin on his dripping wet face.

Your face turns to a shade of red seeing you had squirted all over your lover's face, some of his wetting his vest. He didn’t mind though, in fact, all he wanted to do right now was get on the table and fuck your brains out. But alas he knew if you both were to stay here any longer, someone was bound to come looking for you. And Mingi balls deep inside you while railing you on a pool table doesn’t sound like something he would want his friends witnessing, or anyone for that matter.

So, he grabs your discarded pants off the floor to help you get dressed all the while he plans a skilled way to fuck you when you get back to the safe house. you give him a soft kiss on the cheek as a thank you, as he helps you off the table making sure not to fall from your jelly legs. “Well, I think we messed up the place enough.” You laughed gesturing to the broken furniture and men scattered in the large room.

“Yep, I think we messed it up very well.” Mingi’s voice was playful, making you question for a split second until you notice the little pool of liquid on the floor where you were sitting just minutes before. You quickly slap him on the chest, making Mingi holler out a good laugh before repeating. “I’m sorry, it's true.”

“Gross…” You replied.

- ♥︎

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 : 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑁 𝑁𝑂 𝑊𝐴𝑌 𝐴 𝑇𝑅𝑈𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑃𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐸𝑍 𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐵𝐸𝑅𝑆. 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑆 𝑃𝑈𝑅𝐸 𝐹𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐼𝑆 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐵𝐸 𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑂𝑈𝑆𝐿𝑌.

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running-with-the-feels · 4 months

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Absolutely love ur fics btw. Anyways can we get some more subscorp sillies… please sir may I have some more 🤲

tysm! y'all can have as many as you want!

Kuai Liang: I'm thinking of shaving my beard

Hanzo, cradling Kuai Liang's face and staring deep into his eyes: Do Not

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Hanzo: I don't think you should do that

Kuai Liang, taking a shot of Kung Lao's moonshine: You're not the boss of me

A few moments later

Kuai Liang, giggling and laying down in Hanzo's lap: Your eyes are really pretty, like- they're like- like Rocks

Hanzo, trying not to combust with the force of his blush: Rocks, huh?

Kuai Liang: hmmm, sharp ones

Hanzo, glaring at the other defenders who are absolutely crying with laughter: Okay, Kuai Liang

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Hanzo: I am a man of strong will and unshakeable focus, absolutely nothing can-

Kuai Liang, shirtless and southern: Darlin' could'ya pass me tha' water bottle?

Hanzo, not staring at Kuai Liang's eyes:....sure

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(stole this one from a tiktok audio that I don't know the source of)

Hanzo: No, Kuai Liang, you're not ascending to godhood, you're just dehydrated

Kuai Liang, cracking open his thermos of monster: Out of my way, flame boy! I'm about to liberate my divine self from this mortal shell!

Hanzo: here we go

Kuai Liang, five minutes later: hop-.....hopital

Hanzo, picking him up bridal style: yup, let's go

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Hanzo: yeah, some of the other kids used to bully me when I was younger but after I joined the Shirai Ryu it stopped

Kuai Liang, radiating murderous intent: Names, give me names

Hanzo: Babe, no, you can't murder people for shit they did when they were twelve

Kuai Liang: Sure I can, they're not twelve anymore

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On a mission

Kuai Liang, gesturing to the guards they just knocked out: We should kill them

Hanzo: No!

Kuai Liang: why not?

Hanzo: They're unconcious

Kuai Liang: we can wake them up

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lying in bed together on a peaceful morning

Hanzo: this is nice

Kuai Liang: yeah, the lack of chaos is very peaceful

Door slams open as Frost and Takeda run in screaming, Hanzo pulls a pillow over his head to block it out

Kuai Liang: it never lasts

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Bi-Han, kicking open the door to Kuai Liang's rooms: Wake up motherfucker we're late for training!

Kuai Liang, sleepily: fuck off

Hanzo, poking his head up from where he was previously concealed revealing that they are both naked: huh?

Bi-Han, mortified as he runs out of the room: BLEACH! I need bleach for my eyes!

That's all I can think of rn, but lemme know if you want more!

#kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #subscorp #bi-han #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #mortal kombat 11

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kitty-kei · 1 year

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Fiery Familiarity - Part 3

hey guys!! sorry it took longer than i expected to get this part out, i’ve been busy at work lol. also i realized i forgot literally like 3 paragraphs at the end of part 2 ;; they’re there now and they’re not crazy important but it’s something lol. enjoy part 3!!

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prologue | part 1 | part 2 | part 4

You resorted to carrying Toph, having her bend through the ground to tunnel closer to the camp. You stumbled out and fell to the ground, holding her defensively to shield her from more harm. “Katara, we need some help over here!”

“Toph, Y/n! What happened?” Katara cried, crouching at Toph’s side.

“My feet got burned!”

“Oh no, what happened?”

Toph’s sass started to come back, “I just told you, my feet got burned.”

Katara glared, “I meant how.”

Toph hesitated, “Well… We kind of went to see Zuko last night.”

“You WHAT?!” Aang yelled.

“Zuko?!” Katara cried incredulously.

Sokka let out a noise before Toph continued, “I thought he could be helpful to us.” Katara began to heal her feet. “And if I talked to him, maybe we could work something out.”

“So he attacked you?” Sokka asked.

“Well, he did, and he didn’t. It was sort of an accident.”

Aang had to ask, “But he did firebend at you?”

Toph sighed, reluctantly responding, “yes.”

Sokka started again, “See? You trusted Zuko, and you got burned. Literally!”

You needed to say something. “It wasn’t all his fault, Sokka! He was asleep and thought we were someone coming to ambush him. He tried to apologize, but she’d already been hurt.”

“It’s gonna take a while for your feet to get better,” she paused her healing, putting her water away. “I wish I could have worked on them sooner.”

“Yeah, me too,” Toph grumbled.

“Zuko’s clearly too dangerous to be left alone. We’re gonna have to go after him.”

You stopped listening as Aang and Sokka spoke, choosing to help support Toph and carry her to the fountain for some rest. But of course, you couldn’t get a moment's rest, as an explosion sounded moments later.

You all panicked, grabbing Toph protectively.

“Stop!” You all turned as you heard Zuko’s voice. “I don't want you hunting the Avatar anymore! The mission is off. I'm ordering you to stop.” Zuko tried to block Combustion Man, only to get shoved aside as he let off another explosion even closer to you.

You watched in vain as Zuko tried to stop him. When Combustion Man turned, you felt like everything went in slow motion. Your heart stopped as the explosion pushed Zuko off the ledge, you couldn’t help the scream you let out.

“Zuko!”

Sokka forced you down behind the fountain, only letting you back up once the explosion passed. You almost cried in relief when you saw Zuko had managed to catch himself on the roots hanging between the rocks.

As Aang and Katara used their bending to shield the group, you helped Sokka carry Toph behind the pillars as fast as possible.

“He's going to blast this whole place right off the cliff side!”

Katara tries to peek out, only for another explosion to set off, “I can't step out to waterbend at him without being blown up and I can't get a good enough angle on him from down here.”

You see Sokka’s eyes light up, “I know how to get an angle on him!” He grabs his boomerang, watching before aiming and winding up. “Alright buddy, don't fail me now!”

The boomerang whips into the distance and you hear Sokka cheer as it hits Combustion Man in the forehead. He tries to set off an explosion, but it backfires, and he only succeeds in blowing himself up along with a whole pillar of the air temple. You watch with bated breath, only releasing it when you see Zuko climbing up the root and onto stable ground.

You wait with the others as Zuko makes his way to you.

Aang looks up, “I can’t believe I’m saying this but… Thanks, Zuko.”

Sokka poses as he speaks up, “hey, what about me? I did the boomerang thing.”

“Listen, I know I didn't explain myself very well yesterday, I've been through a lot in the last few years, and it's been hard. But I'm realizing that I had to go through all those things to learn the truth. I thought I had lost my honor, and that somehow my father could return it to me.” He paused, looking down before continuing. “But I know now that no one can give you your honor. It's something you earn for yourself, by choosing to do what's right. All I want to do now is play my part in ending this war, and I know my destiny is to help you restore balance to the world.”

Aang’s face softened with those words, and you could feel hope rising in your chest at the sight.

Zuko turns to Toph, “I'm sorry for what I did to you.” He gave her a bow, “It was an accident. Fire can be dangerous and wild, so as a firebender, I need to be more careful and control my bending, so I don't hurt people unintentionally.”

You could tell that hit Aang in the heart, the memories of his first attempt rushing to the surface as his eyes widened and he looked down in quiet contemplation. He looked up, “I think you are supposed to be my firebending teacher. When I first tried to learn firebending, I burned Katara, and after that, I never wanted to firebend again. But now I know you understand how easy it is to hurt the people you love.” Aang bows to Zuko, “I'd like you to teach me.”

Zuko smiles, bowing back. “Thank you. I'm so happy you've accepted me into your group.”

“Not so fast. I still have to ask my friends if it's okay with them.” Aang turns to Toph, “Toph, you're the one that Zuko burned. What do you think?”

She grins, pounding her fist to get palm jokingly, “Go ahead and let him join. It'll give me plenty of time to get back at him for burning my feet.”

Aang smiles and looks at you, “Y/n?”

You hesitate, looking into Zuko’s eyes as you speak. “I know that there is good in his heart. He deserves a chance to show it. He’s the best shot you have at learning firebending.”

Aang nods, looking to the left, “Sokka?”

Sokka shrugs, “Hey, all I want is to defeat the Fire Lord. If you think this is the way to do it, then, I'm all for it.”

Aang nods once more, looking at the final person. “Katara?”

You watch sweat roll down Zuko’s face, a look of pure hope and fear in his eyes. She glares as she speaks, “I'll go along with whatever you think is right.”

Tension bleeds from Zuko’s shoulders as he steps forward. “I won't let you down! I promise!”

You carry Toph as the group bleeds out of the area, watching as Sokka tells Zuko to grab his things.

You hear Sokka calling to Zuko, something about lunch, after he shows him to his new room. As he slips out of the room, you watch Sokka turn to Aang and say, “Okay, this is really, really weird.”

You slot yourself behind a pillar, watching silently as Zuko pulls a photo out of his bag. You stay quiet for a moment as you watch his thumb rub against it. You see Katara lean against the doorway, his head whipping up as he feels her eyes on him. He stands as she begins to speak.

“You might have everyone else here buying your... transformation, but you and I both know you've struggled with doing the right thing in the past.” You watch as she walks toward him, standing inches from his face as she sneers, “So let me tell you something, right now. You make one step backward, one slip-up, give me one reason to think you might hurt Aang, and you won't have to worry about your destiny anymore. Because I'll make sure your destiny ends... right then and there. Permanently.”

You watch as hurt blooms on his face, his eyes wide and sad as he watches her leave. You hide behind the pillar as she slams the door. You wait until her footsteps and mumbled curses subside before you approach the door.

You knock on the door softly, “...Zuko?”

You hear shuffling before the door opens, a disheartened look on his face.

“Have you come to give me a piece of your mind, too?”

Your eyes softened before you shook your head. “Can I come in?”

He watched you with an indiscernible look before he stepped to the side and opened the door, giving you more than enough room to step inside. You slid in, taking a deep breath before you spoke up, “I’m sorry for Katara’s… outburst. I’m sure you can understand it comes from a place of love for her friends, but her protective nature comes out more threatening than it needs to.”

He looks down, “No, she has every right to be angry. After the things I’ve done, what my nation put them through… I don’t blame her for being mad at me.”

You nodded sadly, trying to find something else to take his attention off of the past. Your eyes lit up as you looked down at the bed, “Is that your uncle Iroh?”

His eyes snapped to meet yours, “I… Yes, it is.”

You picked it up gently, studying the painting. “Tell me about him.”

You could feel Zuko’s eyes studying you, but when you turned to meet his eyes, they were focused on the photo. “He is… the closest thing to a real father that I’ve ever known. He stood by me, no matter how childish, stubborn, or foolish I was. He cared for me in a way that my father never could. He is crazy and wise and tea obsessed, but I wouldn’t have made it this far without him. He loved and supported me, and I still couldn’t see it. I just wish I could go back and make things right.”

You studied his face as he spoke, awed at how beautifully he’d grown into himself. The sharp cut of his jaw, the gentle slope of his nose, the way his hair fell perfectly, long enough but somehow not in his eyes. And his eyes, Spirits, his eyes shined like gold, even in the muted sun. He looked ethereal. You could still see the youth in his face, just the slightest bit of softness left in his cheeks even with how active he was. You could see how the years had worn him down, his face full of worry lines even at 16. Even his scar, the skin now healed and rough, his left eye permanently squinted just so. He was perfect.

You realized he stopped speaking, looking at you with a sadness in his eyes you couldn’t bare. You traced the edge of Iroh’s portrait softly as you whispered, “You really love him, don’t you?”

Zuko inhaled sharply, his eyes widening as he searched your face. He smiled almost imperceptibly, “I guess I do.”

You held your breath, wanting so badly to hug him, reassure him that Iroh would forgive him, that everything would be okay… but you didn’t know him that well, not anymore. So you settled for a reassuring hand on his shoulder as you handed the portrait back. “The next time you see him, tell him. I’m sure he feels the same.”

You paused for a moment before slipping your hand away, beginning to trail towards the door. His raspy voice made you pause.

“What was your name again?”

You stopped in your tracks, inhaling sharply before casting a glance over your shoulder. “Y/n.”

You walked out before you could see his reaction.

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#avatar the last airbender #avatar the last airbender x reader #zuko x reader #zuko x y/n #zuko x you #firebender reader #atla #zuko

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the-firebird69 · 11 hours

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You supposed to do work for this lady it's really a trumpster he says the guy is annoying him so much because he's excited about the idea that he can't do it that's true too kind of saying it it's way over the top and he's a maniac too good morning survive the day and she knows you're right about something what a freak so we're saying this we don't like their style but we like our sun style and he'll say we're not going to do this Friday job but we are LOL and Ken knows what it means it's fireworks so she wants hernia and we got that but they're assholes okay it's way too much s*** from them you know we're going to town on them. She's going to try to blacklist him from doing side work which he already is and when he says is he wants me to do it but I just don't have the energy to overcome this f****** moron but he's already getting rid of himself so she's saying you're going to abandon this it says of course you're the ones bothering me and she says essentially true and you force me to raise my army y'all want this quick buck this fast dream and fantasy to come true cuz I'm supposed to be jonesing and I'm sitting here raising my army losing this dog s***. She got really mad ran around saying dumb s*** almost came up to him five times but saw her her father and grandfather or whatever taken with him Non-Stop seems like this huge f**** I can't stop the f****** queer even after killing him four or five times a day not personally would kill him but not personally killing him but s*** the guy dies all the time and she said it's probably too hot for me too and her son says we're going to have to ride it out and see what happens by Friday because you're going to need to pop on him or you going to pop honest to God this guy is killing his own people faster than anything and she said she knows but doesn't so you know you made the offer the agreement he's going along with it he's such a nap pupil it won't know which way it is. So she says this it might be fake but who cares is a job for a so little money and noticed he's trying to interfere with the bodybuilding stuff and everybody is getting some training and that guy is a fool. And she says this this is irresistible I have to mess this guy up in order to sit around Friday doing nothing waiting for no One like we always do because of this idiot grandfather was just a big child molester and loser she said it too he's using condoms all the time is a f** and he calls people tell somebody but and it was a joy and they try to do it and he hits them and she's going to turn evidence and mulch the guy said she said it's right it's just way too hot and the retard is going to spontaneously combust then he tried to get into like 10 different characters extra you said you think you're doing something by changing costume turn on exercising power not really. No infected you're infected I should know I have caused it because there's such a threat he's been around on us started screaming you did this to me I demand recompense said you don't know what it is and it shouldn't ask for it if you don't know what the word is and it got really mad so you have what is coming to you I'm going to do to you by the law put smiles and says yeah that and it's already happening in the trial now a lot of people after them and Becca said that's too many times he's a piece of s*** then a son is saying that's a piece of s*** bothering this s*** out of me but you know it's educational we're not forcing the loser to do it he's just a loser now he's going to get killed tonight and we're getting on to that now

Thor Freya

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Zues

I agree with what you're saying you're going to make it look like you're going to go there and we can hear it already he has licking his chops they don't think you're afraid to get money going to try then it will fail it'll probably buy a tire and see if she paid him try and get the girls to do this stupid Stone it is they don't want to do anything didn't want to do any of the dumb work but my husband doesn't want to do it either it's real slap s*** and it's cuz this idiot Trump or Trump whatever his name is chump and that's what he is he's a loser man but he's right between the weight lifting and the job thing is too much coming from him

Hera

We did miss it alone a little and the guys called up and said you're not really paying attention cuz you're pissed off like we are but we want to help and they told me so look what he's doing just over the little s*** so we're tightening up on them and it's all of them and we're going to tear them apart right now they're losing their fleet they're going to start threatening humanity and it's their major move it's going to be real hard for them because of what they've been doing

Thor Freya

They had you do it Trump and you did too but you're wrong and they're wrong but they're forcing you to it's stupid there's not cover or helping them you're going to go out to their ships and it's Brian's master plan and he said it was cuz he's a loser and he's going to try and threaten me in society to grab people of ours meanwhile he's not even in the Midwest and we've been training the whole time for this very moment other groups are geared up to stop him and the max when I moved the planet out into the universe and you guys are talking about multiverse and stuff when you're idiots so the oppose you on this kind of thing and don't care for you but the whole thing is that you trained us and you're trying to switch gears you're losing your fleets on purpose and those guys are killing you and change your talk and motif that's very opposition there's still a bunch of them too so have a nice day

Hera Zues

Okay that's not cover anymore I got to tell you something he's ripped roaring mad and this is wrong and it's reasons like that and if you give a s*** and he's got bigger fish to fry than to worry about our retarded asses that are going to disappear soon because of ourselves he's right too your AI boy Trump and you ruined everything and it's because of other people you don't have it you know it

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goldenkhae · 2 years

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Creation.

A/N: Hey guys!!! This is a little blurb continuing my little family series. I got this idea from a prompt generator on google so I hope you all enjoy! Love you all <333

Pairing: DWD Harry x Reader

Warning: lots and lots of fluff <333 smut (i surprised myself with the smut lol)

"I'm glad I could share this with you."

You rolled over in your spacious California King to find your little bundle of joy snuggled into your lanky but large husband.

If women could have "love boners" (as Harry calls them), you were certain you would currently have one. It was the cutest sight to be woken up to, you thought.

Until Levi and Harry both decide to up the ante and let out simultaneous yawns. You could combust into a gooey pile of love just by watching those two. They were complacent, your little family that you and Harry created.

You didn't necessarily want to interrupt their little moment, but you were in fact, feeling a little left out.

You scoot over closer to your boys and snuggle yourself into Harry's side, not before you give him three pecks on his jawline and a tiny nibble on his earlobe.

"Are you trying to give me a boner, lovie?" Harry peeks down at you with a sheepish smirk.

"Would it be so bad if I were?" You eye Harry promiscuously, knowing that anything you say has the power to get him riled up.

"I mean it would be a great thing for me, but I can't say the same for our little guy right here. He'd be so upset with me that I moved him, and I can't bear to hear him cry, he's too precious." Harry softly replies and kisses Levi's head.

"I was kidding, H. We can save our afternoon delight for a little later. I just want to be here with you two for a while."

You and Harry had been going at it like rabbits since the end of your six-week mark. You did it anywhere and everywhere; the laundry room, kitchen, shower, patio, den and just about any place else you could think of.

Your mind drifted off to last week after Harry had taken Levi over to Anne's for you and Harry to get a break.

As soon as Harry had gotten back from dropping off Levi, you both were all over each other. You didn't even attempt to move to your bedroom for this sex escapade. You both were complacent right on the kitchen floor seeing as you had the house to yourselves for a few hours.

You could not thank Anne enough, even though you missed your darling boy dearly, Harry and you needed this break. Harry had made you guys a mini fort on the linoleum of your kitchen out of what decorated your four couches in the living room.

Harry was all over you the minute he knew you were comfortable. He was kissing down your bare body at a feverish pace. He got down to your lacy panties you had thrown on as soon as he left and carefully took the fabric into his mouth and started to drag it down your round thighs painfully slow, while maintaining killer eye contact.

Once he reaches your ankles and your legs are released from the confines of the blood red lacy thong, he balls your panties up and places them in the pocket of his grey joggers. You could see his bulging cock from right where you were, laying on the kitchen floor.

While you're focused on eyeing his growing boner, he takes the opportunity to dive into your cunt. You let out a scream from surprise and pleasure. "AH! H... oh my god, you are making me feel so good baby, don't stop."

When you would take small glances down at Harry, he was already looking up at you. He was going at it like you were his last meal. He stimulated your clit immensely with his tongue and then for his finishing touch places his entire mouth over the button and expectantly feels your thighs shake through your orgasm.

Harry always knew what got you going and what could end you, just as you did for him. Without giving you time to recover from that mind-blowing orgasm, Harry is already up on top of you, shedding his joggers and shoving himself inside of your warm honey pot.

You both moan out simultaneously and the rest is history...

You pecked Harry's bicep and then nuzzled yourself into his and Levi's loving warmth, relishing in that perfect memory.

You didn't want to get too riled up so, you look at Harry and then back at the creation of Harry's and your love and softly say, "I'm glad I could share this with you."

Harry smiles cheekily at you and gives you a soppy smooch right on your perfect lips, replying with "Ditto, Lovie."

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed this :))) as always pls feel free to send in requests of what you'd like to see be written in the future. I love you all, pls like and reblog if you enjoyed this!

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ashilrak · 2 years

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I'm on an Apollo-as-Lester feel kick at the moment - maybe something in TOA where Percy is with Lester for whatever reason and is telling him it will all work out. You can chose the details.

Apollo doesn't know what's going through his head, but for too long he's told his children to pray for him when they need him. So, he prays.

"Poseidon," he mentally shouts, ducking a hit from whatever flavor of monster they're fighting now. "I want Percy Jackson!"

There are a thousand more things he can say, an explanation, maybe. Maybe thinking to pray for Poseidon's assistance instead of his son's presence. But too often Apollo's mind has been drifting to Percy, so he doesn't know what else he expected from his rather limited brain right now.

Maybe it's Poseidon, maybe it's a miracle, maybe it's the link Grover shares with Percy, but it's only a small eternity of ducking and running and screaming later that Percy Jackson falls from the sky in a performance worthy of well, him at his height.

Meg's making good headway, but Percy clears the field they're in like it's nothing more than a training exercise he's demonstrating for the younger campers.

"Percy!" Grover bleats, running forward. "What are you doing here?"

Apollo almost winces at how confused Percy looks.

"I don't know," Percy says. "My dad showed up and next thing I know I'm here."

Grover shoots him a suspicious look— maybe he hadn't been just mentally screaming.

"Doesn't matter!" Grover says, turning his full attention back to Percy. "We're just happy you're here."

Apollo does his best to wipe the sweat off his brow in what he hopes is a sexy manner when Percy looks his way. Judging by Meg's snort, it doesn't work.

He doesn't even have enough time to find a mirror and straighten himself out before Percy is sitting down next to him.

"So," Percy says. "How's it going? Missing godhood yet?"

"You could say that." And to Apollo's shame, his voice cracks.

Percy reaches over to squeeze his shoulder and Apollo wants to combust. That hand should not be able to cover his entire shoulder, it should instead be clawing its way down his back and—

"It happens," Percy says. "Quests are hard. You're doing great. You don't even want to hear about some of the messes I've gotten into."

"I'd love to," Apollo says. "I mean, I was watching almost the whole time, but, I'd love to hear your perspective. Make my muses proud, I expect an epic."

Instead of launching into his tale, Percy glares. "You did not watch all my quests."

"Oh yes I did," Apollo confirms. "Sometimes, I even watched in person."

Percy snorts. "Alright," he says. "Whatever."

"I did!" Apollo wants to lean over and grab Percy's face. He can't live with this sort of denial, he needs Percy to know how long he's been catching Apollo's attention. And maybe he wants to kiss Percy, but that's a detail for later. "I watched everything, from the St. Louis Arch to the fight with Ares to Calypso—"

"I'm going to stop you right there," Percy cuts him off. "I am much better off not knowing how much of my life has been entertainment for you."

Protests rise up Apollo's throat, but he can't even voice them. If they were watching him right now, Gods, he didn't even want to consider that."

Percy must see it on his face. "Doesn't feel so nice now, does it?"

And styx, he's about to start crying. He can feel his eyes prickle. Apollo didn't know this could be more humiliating, but Lester is not a pretty crier. At least when he looks like him there's grace and drama in the action.

"Oh no," Percy says, panic obvious. "Uh, come here?"

Percy hesitantly wraps an arm around Apollo's shoulders and Apollo shoves his face into Percy's neck and lets the tears fall. If he happens to breath in Percy's sea salt and chocolate smell, that's no one's business but his own.

"I'm sorry," Percy says, hesitantly patting Apollo's back. "Quests suck, you'll do great though. You're killing it."

Apollo nods.

"Gods, I mean," Percy says, hesitantly. "Yeah, I can even stick around, if you'd like."

Apollo pulls his head away and sniffles. "Really?"

Percy winces slightly but sighs, even going so far as to pat the top of Apollo's head. "Yeah, really."

And for the first time since he'd woken up in the dumpster, Apollo feels like something is finally going right.

// percy jackson v-day gift exchange

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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The secretary flinched on her seat when she heard the glass door of the hospital shattering and yelped in fear when THE Overhaul slammed his fists on her desk, eyes burning with rage as he almost shouted.

"(L/n) (Y/n). Tell me where the fuck is her. NOW." she trembly nodded while picking her notebook on and the telephone.

He had received a call on the middle of a meeting, mentally rolling his eyes in irritation as he excused himself and accepted the call.

The way his eyes had widen in horror and how he stormed out of the room made everyone not only scared, but each one to have certain curiosity and worrover the situation.

What happened to let Overhaul on that state?

A doctor came by along with his nurse and Chisaki grabbed the hem of his jacket, the glare he was still wearing seemed like fire was going to spill from them by any moment while he demanded thhat he spilled out what the fuck had happened.

"S-She suffered a accident." The doctor gasped out, breathing in a long sigh of relief when the man let go "A villain fight on the center, the man accompanying her didn't survived but she is still alive." They patted their clothing, shakily looking up at the fuming man in front of them.

"The ambulance found her phone and saw it on her emergency contacts yout number. You're family or friend?"

"Mind your own business and let me in." He shoved past the doctor and abruptly entered the room, ignoring the nurses pleas for him to wait.

The sign of your bruised and beaten up image made him want to vomit... the bandaged wrapped around your head as your hair was sprawled out on the pillow you were laying on...

He felt his throat tightening as his eyes seemed to burn... slowly reaching the bed to caress your patched up face with his thumb carefully...

The only comforting sounds he heard on that cursed cold room were the beeping of the machine... indicating that you were unconscious, but alive no less.

"Get the fuck out." He muttered angrily as his hands turned into shaking fists, the doctors and nurses frowing but yet respecting his demand.

He carefully grabbed your hand on his both gloved ones as he took the seat next to you... He controlled the urge of shouting and letting his tears fall as he numbly stared at the bedsheets, his attention focused only on the beeping.

He ended up falling asleep on that place, head resting on his crossed arms on the bed.

He, for the first time, thanked the heavens for letting him have a light sleep, because he woke up with your stiring and weak groans.

Chisaki jerked up, eyes wide as his lips trembled a bit at seing his angel's eyes finally cracking open.

"(Y/n)..." he breathed, lowering his mask down when you looked at him confusedly "(Y/n)! My angel, thank god!" He, without thinking straight, wrapped his arms around you tightly as he breathed in on your scent and kissed with tears rolling down his face.

He only came to realize later that instead of feeling your arms wrapping around him or even a cute little giggle of yours, your body had tensed up under his hold...

Now it was his time to frow, grapping onto your shoulders as he parted only for a few inches.

"Angel I swear on my grave that I am not sending any garbage to accompany you anymore..." he talked, looking at your confused and quite... feared eyes.

"U-uh..." you awkwardly muttered as you slowly but firmly brought your hands to his gloved ones and took them off from your shoulder... Chisaki arching a eyebrow at your action in total dissaproval when you placed his hands to himself.

Then he widened his eyes in complete horror and disgust, hives appearing om his pale skin as his brain processed those despicable words he never once thought he would hear it from you ever again...

"Who... who are you?"

"It seems that after the impact, her brain got affected by the section where it lands the data of her memories..." the doctor spoked as him tapped his finger on his chin while analyzing your X-ray.

Chisaki didn't even dared to say a word... not even being a complete arrogant towards the man as he explained the situation of his partner.

"Her brain is still functioning and she has still her memories from her whole period of school aparently."

"... then why?" He asked in a numb tone as he stared at his closed gloved hands.

"It seems to be a rare type of amnesia ... she actually remembers all of yesterday's events for example; but due to the blow she must have received, the part where the memory about you is kept was the most affected."

"What's the cure?" He growled immediately, trying to surpress his angry shaking.

"There is no cure mister..." the doctor grunted when Chisaki grabbed the hem of his shirt.

"You as a doctor have the fucking obligation to find a cure or at least treat any diseases on this planet so you got the nerves to say that THIS doesn't have even a fucking treatment?!" He shouted, the doctor still keeping his calm attitude somehow.

"The human brain is a complicated thing... she might return her memories or not. We can't know. The maximum you can do now is try little by little to show what you were to her..." he mentally sighed in relief when Chisaki putted him down slowly "But not everthing, go slow... she might have a combustion or be too much overwhelmed."

His parted lips trembled underneath his mask as he wordless left the office...

You... didn't know him. Didn't know who he was or what he was to you...

He was a stranger. A fucking stranger to your eyes...

He dragged his feet to your room. You were already standing up and fixing up your hair on a mirror before you yelped at noticing his presence.

"Uh, hello..?" You awkwardly gretted him with a uncomfortable smile, not knowing how long he was standing there.

He nodded as in a gretting before his broken hearted eyes locked with your own. You felt pity over the man... the moment you told him you had no idea who he was he panicked, opened the door of that hospital room and shouted for the nurses to come explain this.

"...Come. I... will take you home." You tilted your head in confusion.

"I... no. Thank you for the offer but I-"

"I know where you live..." he muttered the words "I know this sounds stupid... but I am your.." he breath in to control the burning in his eyes as he looked down at the floor "Your boyfriend."

"Eh?" He wanted to chuckle so badly at hearing that precious confused sound... but the situation didn't let him "... I'm sorry. I... don't remember you..."

"They already told me. How does your house look like? Just to make sure." He tried, afraid of hearing that your answer would be that cursed apartment of yours.

"Uh... its a japanese like style house. Has a yard with beautiful trees on." You smiled, making hin want to scream in frustation.

It was his house. The Shie Hassaikai's house. You remembered the damn place but not him.

"... Come with me." He sayed nonchantly as he shived his fists onto his pockets and left the room, you following him right after.

You entered on his car and didn't speaked a word as he drove... afraid of making more weird the situation than it was already.

You recognize the place as he stopped and left the keys with a subordinate.

"Ah so you weren't trying to kidnapped me or something." You tried to joke, but that man's face didn't even twitched out of that broken shattered look as he only nodded and continued to walk.

He noticed that you didn't recognized the people on there either... being extremely awkwardly. Still, you were extremely polite with everyone of them, especially Pops.

He winced at remembering the first he brought you here... your actions being the same but instead lf just closing in yourself liek now, you found some comfort on him on the new area...

Pops patted his shoulder at seing Chisaki's huge amount of pain on his eyes while all he wanted to do was succumb onto his knees and scream until his vocal cords exploded.

You looked even more uncomfortable when he guided you to your shared bedroom. Noticing your embarrassment and... distrustful look.

"Not comfortable sleeping on the same room with a stranger." He more pointed out than asked.

"Yeaaah." You scratched the back of your neck before looking up at him "B-But i can sleep on the couch! You don't need to-"

"Is not necessary." He interrupted "You have all the rights to keep this room." He left without much of a word, only telling you that dinner was going to be soon and if you needed him, all you have to do is call.

You arched one eyebrowd of yours while watching him go away... what a weird guy.

Pops told him he wasn't obligated to do those things and even Chrono had offered to take his shift... but he refused it.

He needed to drown on his work to forget this pain and his misery.

A knock on the door had snapped him out of it as he rubbed his eyes and allowed whoever it was to enter.

"Excuse me? Am I bothering you?" You asked shyly.

"Never." He answered with a sigh "Something wrong?"

You took the opportunity to enter and sit on the chair in front of him, the awkward atmosphere still on the air.

"I... you said you're ny boyfriend. Right?" He nodded numbly "What type then? I-I mean. I want to know you... again." You found the strengh to look at those amber eyes.

Boyfriend or not, this man was hot.

"... You want the absolute true or the only love dovey shit?" You giggled at his boldness, making him for the first time smirk underneath his mask.

"Grab that black album from the shelter. I will try my best."

He couldn't help but smile at seing your curiosity as you paced through the pages, asking him the main events before you pointed out awkwardly that this was kostly you on that thing...

"I don't like taking or seing my own photos... But you always kept pressing me to at least have one or two... with those cursed puppy eyes."

"Cursed?" You asked, arching a eyebrow at seing the same elder you greeted earlier on one of those.

"Yes. Every time you use them I can't just say no."

"Ah! So you're the secret softie type!" You smiled at him whole he couldn't help but glare daggers at you.

He breathless chuckled at your gasp when he told you he was part and the leader if the yakusa and in that exact same moment you were underneath their roof.... although he almost choked up when you had noticed the pingent adoring around his neck.

The yingyang. A symbol that represented you both way too well. He cared one side while you carried the other.

You took your own in your hands and the way your eyes squinted while looking at the pingent made his early feelings return back.

Because he knew with that look of yours... you were trying hard to remember... but you couldn't. Your brain wouldn't let you have those memories back...

"Enough." He picked abruptly the album and placed it over the shelf with a sigh. You apologized and got out from his office shortly after... maybe his attitude had scared you... godammit!

He punched the wall until his gloved hand was all bloody and bruised before he let out a miserable shout.

He lost his angel... he lost your memories. His world was nothing but pure darkness now.

You giggled at seing both white haired man and the creature smaller than him arguing on the end of the hall as you passed through it.

One week had passed after your accident and now you were pretty used to with everyone on the house.

Well... almost everyone.

Chisaki was the man who revealed to be your boyfriend but now he just seemed even more broken and depressed then you saw him once on that hospital.

You tried really hard to remember him... but nothing about this man came up. You also noticed how angry he got when you called him 'Overhaul' or only 'Chisaki'...

You explained to him that calling him by his firts name was still a bit uncomfortable, he understood that and simply waved you off... but you still noticed the way he gripped or turned his hands into fits whenever you called him.

Everyone on there was trying to make you regain your memories back desperately. You even caught a taller man discussing with a muscular one on the hallway once about the situation.

"If miss (Y/N) don't recover her memories soon, master will get worse than he is already."

"You're fucking lucky Tengai. Overhaul at least didn't used his quirk on you three times in less the one hour only because you had asked how was his chick doing."

"You beg though for this Rappa."

"I WASN'T BEING FUCKING SARCASTIC THIS TIME! I WAS GENUILY ASKING!"

You choosed to not know of his quirk after you heard that in fear of what you might discover...

You made your way to the bedroom and sitted on the bed with sigh, picking your cellphone to mess with since you didn't even touched the device ever since you put your foot on here.

You frowned when the screen showed up, a picture of the man you trued so hard on remembering... he didn't seemed to have the knowledge that he was being photographed as he seemed to be reading something without his mask on for once.

His eyes were serious but calm while he readed the book, and something that made your heart twist on yiur ribcage was that you noticed that his gloved fingers were interconnected with bare ones right on the corner.

It was your hand in there.

You didn't needed to know his whole life to already know that this man had a despised for touch and was a mysophobic... but you catched plenty times him going to reach for your hand or your hair only to pull his hand back with a broken sigh and walk away frrom you as far as possible.

You had to admit that this pained you somehow.

You dropped your cellphone, not feeling like messing around on it anymore as you shivered at a cold breeze that passed through the window...

You didn't like it very much closed places so you opted to get up and grab a hoodie instead of closing the window.

Just when you opened you saw the iconic green jacket that Overhaul always used whenever he was out or when he just felt like it.

Curiosity consumed you as you caustiously picked and holded close... scenting the intoxicating smell that left you feeling like you were in heaven.

You wondered a bit before shameless wearing the coat on, way bigger than you but you felt... safe.

You took another sniff... gasping and dropping into your butt when a bright and rather painful flash came into your head as you fell.

You groaned and placed your hand on the bed as you tried to get up, wincing as another flash came by making you want to scream in pain... before you saw it.

Him. The man. Your... your boyfriend of three years!

Chisaki Kai.. Chisaki Kai! You remembered him!

"KAI!" he stopped writing on the papers when he heard your voice shouting his first name.

... it was his mind playing tricks on him. You didn't called him 'Kai' anymore.

He scoffed and went to return to writing before he dropped his pen and widened his eyes at hearing your screams again.

He got up and opened the door, stepping in on the hall way and looking at both sides.

"KAI!" You breath out, when you turned on a hallway and saw him looking at you with worried yet serious eyes.

You runned towars him withiut a care, jumped on him as he groaned at the impact with the floor, wincing at not knowing if that place was clean or not.

"Kai!" You breath out as you cupped his face on your hands as your tears fell, nuzzling on him "My life, my boyfriend, my devil! I remember! Everthing!" You cried, while Chisaki's eyes widened as his pupils trembled a bit.

He managed to at least sip up, arms now holding you with a iron grip as he still processed while you cried on his shoulder... his own relived tears falling at hearing that you called him your devil.

"(Y/N).." he breathed out in a smile underneath his mask, hugging you even closer as he buried his face on your shoulder with a shaking sigh "My angel... my precious angel you're back..!" He whisper shouted as he holded onto you tight.

He growled in disaproval when you separated before grunting when you grabbed him by the hem of his shirt after yanking his mask down to crash your lips with his... smirking when you felt him sigh on it as his hands went to your waist... straddling his lap.

"I'm so so sorry! How could I ever forget you?!" You whispered between kisses, crying a bit as he hushed you harshly while wiping your tears away with his gloved fingers, taking advantage of your mouth being open to after days taste that scent flavor of his angel he had craved for...

"You aren't the one to blame my love. Never." He said after taking a break for at least to have oxygen back to his chest, helping you up from the floor. "How I wonder? I was running out of hope already..."

"Your scent. Your cologne. When I took your jacket-"

"Ah yes. Little thief." He chuckled at your pout before you skirked devilish and snuggled even more on his coat and on him.

"It was.. like a flash. Kai..." you breathed in on his neck, tearing up at feeling him resting his chin on your head as his gloved fingers worked thorugh your hair.

"My life is so painful and so dark without you my angel... those days were like hell." He admited, subsconciously touching his bare lips on you as a kiss.

Chrono just had stepped in on the room before he quickly turned back when he saw his childhood friend cupping his lover face on his hands as he traced her face with his lips lovely... the skies even seemed to get brighter wben Overhaul's partner recuperated her memory...

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violetlou2020 · 3 years

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DAY 6 of @flufftober2021

Fireman's Carry

Title: Capture This [← ao3]

Author: Vividly_Violet

Fandom: Diamond no Ace

Relationship: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun

Rating: General

Word Count: 1644

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The cultural festival was in full blast in Seidou High School, students and visitors were milling about, each classroom occupied with whatever their class came up with, from cafe's, exhibits, game booths and photo booths. Miyuki was finishing up his last batch of yakisoba — their class opening up a simple Japanese summer festival themed restaurant — when a loud booming voice called out his name. The third year sighed before removing his apron and calling out one of his classmate to take over for him.

"You're boyfriend's looking for you," she said amused.

"I can hear that." he responded with a chuckle. Miyuki made his way over to the loud noise courtesy of Kuramochi locking the young southpaw in a headlock.

"I give up, please mochi-senpai!"

"Oi Kuramochi, there's food waiting to be served."

"Shut up bastard, I'm just keeping this loudmouth from freaking out our customers."

"You're the scary one kuramochi-senpai, if anyone's driving out customers It'll be because of your delinquent looking scary face." Eijun shouted ducking out of the other third years reach once he escaped Youichi's hold.

"Why you—" Miyuki laughed at the pair running around the semi crowded and busy classroom of class 3B until their class rep grabbed Kuramochi by the scruff of his shirt and glared at Kazuya.

"Seriously?" she sighed, "Kuramochi-san, the customers please and Miyuki-san you can go and enjoy the festival with Sawamura-kun if you'd like, you're off for today. You've done a lot of the prep work, the rest we can handle but be sure to be back before three for the clean up." Eijun let out a loud shout, thanking the class rep with a deep bow embarrassing both her and Miyuki while Kuramochi cackled at the background.

"You heard her, now let's go!" Sawamura grabbed Miyuki by his hand before dragging him out of the classroom. The catcher let the younger teen pull him from classroom to classroom, making sure to stop by some of their teammates rooms to see what their class was doing. From Kawakami's class doing fortune telling to Okumura's class doing an animal themed cafe (Eijun just had to snap a picture of Koushu with wolf ears, the growl the younger teen adding to his character).

They also visited Haruichi and Tojou's class which was doing a haunted house which Kazuya drag his boyfriend in. Sawamura jumped and screamed when he was greeted by the younger Kominato who opened the door from the other side. He wasn't even in costume since he was the one manning the entrance and Kazuya laughed at how easily jumpy Eijun is when they even hadn't even entered. After visiting each of their friends class the pair went jumping from one food stall to another to try out their foods and gamebooths much to the protest of the catchers wallet which was becoming lighter and lighter as they pass one room to another.

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"Hey by the way, what's your class doing?" Kazuya asked after taking a bite out of Eijuns crepe. Both were sitting on a wooden bench under a tree just outside of the school building.

"Hey—" before he could protest Miyuki shoved his own crepe in Sawamura's mouth, taking the cue Eijun took a huge bite from the treat as revenge. Miyuki shook his head before taking another bite off his.

"Were doing a photo booth, the girls in my class kinda got obsessed with brides and grooms from this one manga that's recently became popular and demanded we have a wedding themed photo booth." Eijun answered his boyfriends earlier question.

"Wanna go take one?" Kazuya joked but Eijun jumped to face the older teen.

"Really!?"

"I was just joking."

"But—" the younger teen gave his best puppy dog eyes, a move that was greatly effective with getting whatever he wanted from his boyfriend except for catching for him more. He still needs to work on it to reach that level.

"Fine." the pair made quick work of their crepe and headed off to Sawamura's classroom.

Kanemaru greeted them by the door of class 2B, giving one look at the exasperated team captain and overly excited southpaw before ushering them in.

"So we get to have a costume change and have photos taken of us." Miyuki asked, eyeing the other couples who were having their photos taken.

"Pretty much, we have some backgrounds installed here and costumes that the theater club kindly lent us." the sandy blond teen said as one of their female classmate approached them holding the wedding attires.

"Shinji-kun we have a problem!"

"Huh?"

"We don't have an extra tux!" she exclaimed. Both Shinji and Kazuya paused to stare at her before turning their heads towards Eijun, a grin plastered both on their face. The south paw gulped and tried to make a run for it but Kazuya pulled him to his chest.

"Hey, where do you think you're going, wasn't it you who wanted to have our photos taken."

"I changed my mind." protested the teen, Miyuki's hold tightened.

"Kamemaru!" Sawamura wailed at his fellow first years for help but Shinji was holding up the white wedding dress and Furuya was standing behind the blond, coming out of nowhere, with a camera on hand.

The rest of their classmates seemed to ignore the screams from behind the changing curtain and echoing cackle of Kanemaru as he forcefully shoved the south paw in the dress.

"Haruno! Make-up"

"On it!" She replied as she went inside of the curtain.

"Wait— no one said anything about make-up! Hey—"

"Miyuki-senpai the other changing area is this way."

"Ahh thanks."

After fifteen minutes with Miyuki leaning across the rooms wall having changed into a black tux with a sunflower pinned at the lapel, the curtain to Eijun's changing area finally opened revealing Eijun in a dazzling white long sleeved wedding dress that hugged his lean body perfectly.

His hair was styled in a way that revealed his heart shaped face, white and bedazzled hair clips keeping his hair away from his eyes, clip on earrings with a yellow gems hang from the brunettes ear and his lips were glimmering with the light lipgloss Haruno put on him. His cheeks were pink in hue growing redder and redder the longer Miyuki stared at his boyfriend in awe, mouth agaped and eyes wide.

Eijun blinked, batting his mascara covered eyelashes and showing off the smoky eyeshadow lids at the starstruck older teen.

"Oi you bastard say something!" Eijun yelled as he tugged at the side of his dress, Miyuki snapped from his daze giving Eijun another once over from his head to his heel clad toes.

"Oi you pervert! Stop staring at me like that." the southpaw shrieked and the catcher just chuckled before taking Eijun's hand into his and giving it a squeeze before he pulled it up and placed a kiss on the back of Eijun's pitching hand.

"You're really pretty like this, you know? My lovely pretty bride." Miyuki said shamelessly causing the pitcher to combust. From behind, someone cleared their throat and the pair jumped in surprise, they forgot they weren't the only people in the room.

"Yo remember us?" Shinji said drily while the rest of his classmates were trying to busy themselves and not look at the flirting couple in the room.

"Ahh sorry about that."

"If you guys are done we can take the pictures now."

"Sure."

"So how do you want us."

The pair were led to the other side of the room where flowers were arranged in to an arch and one of the students handed Eijun a bouquet of flower while another fixed the veil on his head. The photographer snapped a picture of the two standing side by side with Eijun's hands wrapped around Kazuya's arm, another with a peace sign and a couple more with different posses all the while most of the female students gushed about how good they look together.

"Hey how 'bout I carry you in a bridal carry?" Miyuki whispered in Sawamura's ear.

"A wha–" but before the younger teen could get ready Miyuki began to lift him up. Sawamura squirmed around at the hold, trying to have Miyuki put him down and shouting how embarrassing it was. The older teen struggled to keep the brunette in place but to no such luck, instead Miyuki heaved a sigh before picking up Eijun again and putting him on his shoulder in to a firemans carry instead of a bridal one.

A couple of shuttering of the camera lens later and with no signs of Miyuki letting him go, Eijun gave up and held on to his catchers strong shoulders grumbling to himself as he heard Miyuki chuckle.

One last shoot, Miyuki brushing his hands across the brunettes thigh and a red hand imprint on Miyuki's face and dressed back in their casual wears later both were heading back to Miyuki's classroom.

"Uhhg I can't believe you did that in front of all my classmates."

"I know, did you see Kanemaru's face."

"That's not— uhhg you're imposible."

"Thank you!"

"Not a compliment."

"Haha love you too."

⚾♦️⚾♦️⚾♦️⚾♦️⚾♦️⚾♦️⚾♦️⚾♦️⚾♦️⚾

Later that evening, Eijun pinned the photo of Miyuki carrying him on his shoulder on the small corkboard over on his desk. Kuramochi who was lounging on his bed rolling his eyes at his roommate tossed his phone to Sawamura. The messenger app of the phone was open to their teams group chat and Eijun let out a squeak upon seeing tons of photos of him in both the changing area and in the photo shoot. When he looked at the name of the sender, he gaped. All were sent by Furuya.

Just then a grinning tanuki sticker was sent and Eijun just plopped down face first on Kuramochi's bed where said person was laughing at him.

#flufftober2021 #Day 6 #Fireman's Carry #misawa #sawamura eijun #miyuki kazuya #diamond no ace

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marchioness-caprina · 3 years

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Swapped

{ Part 3 }

Read ; {Part 1} , { Part 2}

Pairings : Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Warnings : Cussing

Writing style : 3rd Person

Word Count 1843

3rd Person's POV

" I thought we were going out to patrol again" Uraraka muttered and a majority of the class nodded in agreement.

They were supposedly going to the agencies they were training under to do their daily rounds of patrol but a sudden shift of their schedule got all of them gathered in Ground Beta for another suprise Physical Test Exercise.

" You were supposed to but unfortunately; a Villain attack happened near the train station and it caused damage on the tracks. It won't be fixed until Tomorrow. Meaning you're all stuck here doing 'Kiddy stuff' " Aizawa replied in his usual bored tone; hands buried inside his pockets as his shoulders sagged. The dark circle under his eyes were clear indication that he didn't get any sleep last night.

" Aww But sens--"

" Stop complaining. If you wanna be a Hero then you got to take it slow, Don't rush things. Plus... You don't see me complaining when I have to put up with all of you... " Aizawa Cut Sato off as he rubbed his temples " And dealing with all of you is not an easy job" He grumbled the last part and everyone picked up on his mood and just shut up.

" So... What exercise are we supposed to be doing today? " Momo questioned and everyone seemed to be interested in what their te aver had in store for them.

They were up for anything. As long as the penalty isn't an expulsion, the fear of their first day with their teacher still struck everyone with fear knowing how ruthless he could be.

" It's simple... Android Bots " Aizawa called out and from the entrance; loud stomping noises were heard, the stomping wasn't from just one but an army of Robots came marching out of ye entrance, stomping their metallic foot with in perfect harmony.

" Woah! "

Gasps of awe were heard from a few students as they stared at the bots with wonder.

" Let me guess... We're gonna be facing those junks here? " Y/n stated in a matter of fact. Katsuki who was right behind the female with arms wrapped around her waist and his chin resting on her shoulder just gave off a satisfied humm when y/n placed her hand ontop of Katsuki's own.

Aizawa who was too tired to give a sassy remark to his student's comment just nodded; and he won't even point out Bakugou's Clingyness seeing how the boy had reacted yesterday when he told him to minimize his Skinship with y/n. It didn't end well.

" This ain't cutting shit. Knowing you... There's a twist to this crappy test right? " Y/n countered and with a sigh Aizawa began to explain ;

" You're right Miss smarty pants. There's a twist. You guys will be judged individually, these bots can't do much damage but the bombs inside them are the ones you need to watch out for, if you destroy a Bot directly without dismantling the bombs first then... Of course you go Kaboom " Everyone flinched at Their Teacher's explanation especially with how nonchalantly he is as he did so.

" Ehhh!? B-but sensei... Isn't it a little bit too.... Cruel? " Mina interjected and aizawa shook his head.

" As a hero. You must always be prepared of every possible scenarios and surprises. Such as this, of course there are subtle indications whether a bot has a bomb or not.... So you gotta put your observational skills to good use and put that brain of yours to work. Spot the difference, dismantle the bomb and you're free to destroy it... Simple as that " Aizawa yawned as he waved off his student's shocked and terrified expression.

Everyone knew their team her isn't going to give them any more clues.

" He just wants to see us suffer.... " Jiro dead panned and everyone couldn't help but agree.

" You said we'll be graded individually.... So you're saying that we have to take out loud portions of those robots ourselves?" Y/n raised a brow when her sensei gave her a spine chilling smile.

" Yes, that's also part of the lesson. It's not everyday you'd get lucky to have another Hero to he paired with you... Sometimes you gotta work alone and most of the time The villain's you're gonna be facing won't be alone. So multi-tasking is the key... And since you're my 'favorite' student... You'll go first " Aizawa pointed at her lazily and she shot him a gentle smile.

A smile that seemed too gentle for this y/n to pull off. Something wasn't right with the way she smiled and everyone knew it.

" But... She might get hurt... I'll stay with her" Katsuki murmured tightening his hold around the girl.

" What? You think I can't handle myself? Get off me already loser. I need to release some stress and you're getting in the way. " Y/n without thinking much of how bad her words had affected Katsuki grinned as she pushed him off her roughly.

Katsuki tumbled back and he looked at her with a pained expression.

" Y-you think I'm a--"

" Get him outta here. He's fucking up my mood. " Y/n snapped as she jogged away from the group.

Katsuki who was fast to try and run up to her was pulled back by aizawa's scarf like fabric.

" Let her go Bakugou. "

" No! I Need Her! Y/n! " Bakugou whined and he had to be knocked out because he was starting to get aggressive.

"Everyone. To the Control room" Aizawa groaned and his students followed his command but go course they felt sorry for their classmate who was passed out cold.

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" Fucking Die! Hahahaha "

Everyone was silent as they stared at the screen; gawking at how monstrous their classmate could be. Was that even y/n? Because that screaming creature murdering those innocent robots while crushing them to pieces reducing them to junk was scarier than any villain they have ever seen.

" ..... Remind me to never piss y/n....ever" Kirishima gulped when 10 robots were sent flying off the ground with the girl wildly swinging a metal pole like a mad man continued her assault.

" S-she's doing a very accurate job at controlling that new quirk of hers though " Kaminari mumbled as he began thinking.

" But... That is not the opposite of her quirk... Unless.... Oh could it be? The quirk she has is a combined and mixture of mine and Bakugou's quirk ... I underestimated that villain's quirk " Kaminari began to mumble his thoughts out loud and it didn't go unnoticed.

" Well... What do we even call that quirk? "

Kaminari paused and gave a nod towards Uraraka " I suggest Electrical Combustion would fit the spunk" .

" She's doing a tad too good don't you think? "

" She's y/n. So it's no wonder "

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Y/n slammed both of her hands on the ground creating an electrical current as well as a loud eruption of explosion to ensue underground sending the both flying before being completely engulfed and destroyed by either the flying debris, the roasting electricity or the destructive explosion.

With fluid like movement she shot out explosive electric bombs out of her palm that violently detonated when it came in contact with the robots.

She didn't have to worry about the exploding bombs inside the boys because she herself was more explosive than all of those bombs combined.

Her movements were accurate, powerful and spontaneous but her eyes showed how calculated and focused she was if people would ignore that sadistic grin spread out on her face.

She was merciless and with one final punch of the ground that sent a combined jolt of electricity and explosion that caused a mass breakage the fight was over. With no bots left standing at all.

The area was crumbling with ruined buildings and flying rocks and debris mixed with chunks of broken metal.

" Ahh... That hit the fucking spot " She grinned stretching her limbs after her little 'workout'

Meanwhile ------

Everyone was speechless at the display of power of their classmate. She was far too ruthless and she looked more like a villain---no monster from the screen.

And if you squint really hard earlier the students could see how the bots were running away from her instead of actually attacking her.

Y/n gained both the respect and fear of everyone after that bit of course they admired her for her brilliant performance meaning they didn't have to do the test because she destroyed all the bots in a blink of an eye.

" That..... Was so Manly! " Kirishima cheered and his cheer was joined by everyone else.

" Man! Who knew she knows some pretty sweet moves like that! I should ask her to teach me a few of those moves! " Sero commented punching the air.

" Well if you ask me that was rather terrifying.... The continuous onslaught of those poor robots was enough to petrify me for eternity. Not to mention she left us with nothing at all! " Iida sighed as he pushed his glasses up.

" Jeez, loosen up. She did all of us a favor " Jiro replied placing her hand on the slightly disappointed Iida.

Izuku on the side was vigorously writing down on his notebook with such intensity it made everyone pause for a moment to look at him; no doubt about it. He was taking notes about y/n.

Everyone was happy and Aizawa looked more like a proud father than an angry teacher.

But the same couldn't be said for Katsuki. He was sulking in the corner. Eyes dull and fists balled.

The little demon called jealousy was beginning to creep up again. He remembered the other day about Y/n wanting to be partners with Deku or Half and Half. And now that everyone saw how amazing his Girlfriend is, it made him sink deeper as his own insecurities began to swallow him whole.

" .... Do I even... Deserve her? " He mumbled to himself. Tears were already rolling down his cheeks while he pitifully sniffled.

His classmates were gazing at him. They looked inside of what they should do. They still couldn't get used to this new Katsuki.

Kirishima was about to approach and comfort his friend when suddenly Katsuki's body jolted from his spot before collapsing on the ground.

" Bakugou! " Kirishima exclaimed but another gasp was heard from the back.

" It's Y/n-san and Kaminari-san! " Izuku pointed out. Jiro was holding onto an unconscious Kaminari with the help of Tsuyu and on the screen it was pretty clear that y/n had also experienced the same thing and was now sprawled down on the ground.

Unmoving .

........ To be Continued.

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 12

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Summary / TWs: Steve Rogers does not pass the vibe check yet again, le sad face. Loki is a good bro. Bruce fluff but what else is new? Literally everyone is a good bro, yo. Reader has best people. Tony's in there, kind of. Parents still suck.

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"I think I am going to murder your father." Bucky's angry statement didn't surprise me. Neither did Steve's initial reaction, or anybody else's mostly pitying looks.

Bruce, my Bwucie, was calm and dejected. That worried me. I expected him to be at least a little bit green around the edges when Steve forcefully sat me down and made me explain the drunken, drugged stunt I'd done the night before, but alas, it seemed like Jolly Green was just sad. Or disappointed. And I didn't know which was worse.

The more I thought about it, the more defensive and abrasive I became. "And you'll kill yourself trying, he'll drive you fucking nuts" I responded to Barnes. "Honestly, I don't fucking see the problem here. My dad shows up five times a year at best. It's been like that forever. And it's not like I'm some kind of junkie," I defended myself, and my dad, because I really didn't see the huge deal about it. Relaxing once in a while doesn’t hurt anyone.

"It's not right!" Steve exclaimed, loosely banging a fist on the table. The self-righteous prick, seemed like he wanted to pick a fight just for the sake of it.

"And who are you, exactly, to say that? The moral police?" I blew up, standing and turning to the blonde man, hands on my hips. "Or you've decided to be my parent without asking me first? Keep your hopes up and maybe a fuck will magically appear, so I could give it to you."

He stood up in turn, getting uncomfortably close to my face. I was suddenly reminded of the fact that he was a very large, very strong man. "We want what's best for you! Can't you see it?" Rogers was getting red in the face, crossed arms, staring at me down like I was dirt under his shoes.

"How about..." I seethed, having to stop mid-sentence to swallow the scream that wanted to erupt. "How about... You FUCKING ask me what I want?"

"I suggest the Captain leave to go calm down," Loki suddenly piped up. He stayed silent throughout the whole conversation, picking at his food instead. Only after his sharply uttered words I noticed he had stood up. His hand hovered over my shoulder, body discreetly wedging between me and the Captain.

I heard Steve growl before he stormed off, throwing an annoyed look at Loki. A pregnant silence hung in the room. The longer it lasted, the more I wanted to crawl out of my skin, suddenly hyper aware of all these people - strangers, save a few - debating on what to do with me. Like I wasn't a person. Like...

"Ugh, fucking hell," I growled, beelining for my bag. I had definitely overstayed my welcome.

"Where are you going?" Bruce asked, standing up to follow.

"Home," I replied curtly, nodding my thanks to Loki for the intervention. He nodded back, walking off. I would have probably started swinging at the Icicle Dick if not for the raven haired Asgardian's timely interruption.

"I'll drive you," Banner trotted after me like a dejected puppy. I didn't have the mental capacity to deal with this, at all.

"I need to see Tony first. Meet you downstairs?"

Bruce nodded, looking even more confused.

Tony kissed me hungrily, in between promises to kill Steve and cancel my dad and get me my own apartment in the tower. Believing in fairy tales wasn't something I was ever prone to; I smiled, nodded along and did my best to shut him up with my own mouth on his. I left with the promise to text him as soon as I got home.

"How are you?" Bruce asked me as we once again drove through the busy city. This was becoming a nice habit but we really had to meet up when I wasn't going through another one of my turmoils.

"All things considered, I am great. Better than I've been in a while." I answered honestly, meaning it. However brief Tony's attention would be, it still satisfied me. Then and there I decided to always, always cherish what happened during my brief stint in his arms.

"Really?" Banner's warm smile was an unexpected but pleasant surprise. "Care to share?"

It threw me for a loop. I didn't know how much Tony wanted to disclose regarding what happened between us. I didn't know the extent of his friendship with Bruce. I didn't know...

"Tony," I choose the usual option. Admit what you can't deny, deny what you can't admit.

"I know the feeling," The good doctor chuckled, companionable-like and meaningful. "He tends to go all the way for the people he cares about. Too much, if you ask me."

"What do you mean?" I was confused. Sure, me and Tony were friends. But not, like, super close or anything. We'd fucked, or more like messed around, so I expected our friendship to grow colder. That's what happened when friends decided to bump uglies.

"I mean... He'll move mountains and challenge the government and bully them into dropping charges against you," There was a hint of sadness in Brucie's voice. I vaguely recalled seeing something on the news, something about the Hulk and a massive destruction spree. It didn't take long to put two and two together.

I reached out, putting a hand on his knee. He covered my palm with his own, giving it a brief, warm squeeze.

"It must be great having a friend like that. You're both wonderful and brilliant. You deserve no less," The smile threatened to split my face in two.

Bruce returned the smile but the sadness didn't go away. "You realize that extends to you, right?"

"Me? I'm just me, Bruce." I wasn't sure where this was going. "I'm Peter's classmate and the resident hot mess express."

Bruce frowned, deep and long, up until he parked. Life seemed to be taking back all the happiness it gave me previously-in fucking buckets. The strap of my bag was going to get its threads pulled out with the way I was fiddling with it.

"Baby… Princess?" The scientist turned to me, tone torn somewhere between stern and pleading. "Listen to me. You are brilliant. Incredibly smart, talented and beautiful. Don't ever, ever think of yourself as less than any of us." I gaped at him.

Did he mean us as the Avengers? Us as Tony and Bruce? Meanwhile he continued, "In fact, I think you are the one who deserves so much better. I don't know what Tony found in me… Or what you found in me."

Was the man an idiot or yes? That was the question of the day. Cursing Tony's affinity for small cars (bless me and my own SUV), I only hesitated a moment before grabbing the dumb Banner by his face and startling him into looking straight in my eye. "If you don't quit talking all that fake-ass bullshit, I will kiss you. On the mouth. With tongue."

"Uh," Was his articulate response. I watched him squirm, blush and lose the heat to his argument.

"Exactly. I've had it all with you idiots today. Next time someone says some stupid ass fucking thing, I will kiss them. On the mouth, with tongue. Pass it on," I exhaled, releasing his face and dropping my head onto his shoulder.

"Some way of solving conflict you have," Banner chuckled weakly, throwing an arm around my shoulders. "I'd like to see Steve's reaction."

"A boner, probably, because he needs to get laid before he spontaneously combusts," I grumbled venomously, still bitter about his reaction. The Capsicle needed to chill. Hehe.

"I'll pass it on too," Bruce remarked wryly. "See you next week?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Bwucie, you're the fucking best," I kissed the scientist on the cheek, giving him a tighter than usual parting hug and walking up the pathway. Home.

Mother was nowhere to be seen - and the obvious reason for that laid on the kitchen floor. Couple of smashed dishes, a bottle of whiskey laying half-empty in a puddle on the grey tiles. The living room rug bore more stains and the smell of alcohol, bitter and acrid (like my soul, hardy har), hung heavily throughout the whole house.

At least I wasn't the only one who fought for myself that day. Mother probably had landed a good one on dad, too, by God the woman could be ruthless with her icy words. Dad never stood a chance. I've felt begrudgingly respectful of the way mother put people in their place with her words ever since I understood sarcasm.

First things first, I cleaned up the mess and opened the windows a smidge, cranking the air recuperation system to the max. Hanging around a place that smelled like a bum on a good Friday night was a horrible way to spend free time. Having successfully cut myself and bandaged the cuts up, I retreated to my room, not wanting to spend more time than necessary in the quiet, stinky, creepy house that my home had become.

My phone was long dead so I plugged it in, waiting for the 2% to appear, turning it on. A few messages from Peter, first cheerful, then worried and then relieved. Tony must've placated the spider child and told him I was staying at the tower. Good call, Tones, or else poor Peter would've worked himself into an anxiety attack and crashed in a dumpster while patrolling. Or something. I still didn't quite get his spider-hero side-gig.

A text from Bruce - rather, a photo, of a disgruntled Steve with his eyebrows raised, titled "I told him the next time he freaks out, you will kiss him. With tongue. Barnes cackled for about ten minutes until he ran out of air."

And a text from Tony. My chest tightened when I opened it. "Good tactics. Sneaky, clever, I'd give it a B+."

I snorted. Then the phone beeped again and I froze. A text ordering me to be ready tomorrow, for a date night? Unreal. I was torn. A part of me was elated, thinking Tony wanted to keep me around like that. The other, more sensible part, was firmly telling me to chill TF down. He'll most likely kindly reject any further intimate interactions, maybe have me sign a few NDAs.

I still answered positive, mushy and cute and all. Feelings aside, I wasn't about to change my texting style for any man. My God, I was turning into a monster. A horribly cheesy, pink, soft, fluffy monster.

The next day, school was nearly unbearable. People talked. Not to my face, of course, since the rumours of me putting away Flash Thompson were still fresh enough for everyone to be cautious around me, but the whispers followed me throughout hallways, tongue in cheek remarks thrown at me from the bathroom stalls, behind the teacher's desks. Did I care? Nope.

Okay, I did, but not in the way one would think. The little spring in my step, a slight smirk. My thoughts were occupied with my upcoming dinner with Tony.

Peter and his pet nerds stood at my side, the ever watchful guards. I had no idea why they decided I needed reassurance or their comfort (I did not), but I had to admit it was cute. MJ, in particular, glared her Death Ray Stare at any male-identifying student that dared to as much as look wrongly in my direction. I mostly ignored the trio. Pete himself did a great job with entertaining his friends, he babbled on as usual, about everything and nothing in particular. Mouth ulcers. He was going to get them one day.

Dad called me during third period, saying he was flying off to California. I would have been lying if I said I didn't know why he scheduled the sudden trip; mother's total radio silence and the absence of her laptop in her own office spoke volumes about the state of my family's affairs. They had a fight and ran off to the opposite ends of the continent. I didn't understand why mother was upset with me, though. I saved her face during dinner at Tony's, so why is she mad about me going to a party with dad? Baffling woman.

Admitting the house felt like home when either of them were absent was hard. Or, perhaps, I felt nothing at all. Spending so much time around the Brady Bunch- the Avengers made me too soft for my own liking. It wasn't just Tony that lived in mind rent-free all the time now; there was Bruce, with his kindness, Bucky with his overgrown teenager attitude, Wanda with her wit and hair that smelled like cheap shampoo - seriously, I absolutely had to show her the benefits of decent hair products. That was just to list the few little quirks. There were so many people, all of them different and wonderful in their own way.

To summarize it, I was both happy for them and bitter for not having any of that to myself. Although it made me kind of glad I didn't have a sibling - looking after someone in the mess that mother and dad created would've been a nightmare. They say it's always a better place where we are not.

I went through a whole pack of cigarettes in a span of a couple of hours. Plagued by strangely melancholic thoughts, trying to push down the anxiety over my upcoming date, my choice of outfit proved to be a cumbersome task while in process.

Expensive but simple dress with spaghetti straps, in my favourite colour. That was the easiest part. A good base for any accessories. Would Tony like it? Would the press make outrageous comments?

Either way, it would. Dad's comments cut deeper than I probably realized it until now; in a sudden bout of self-awareness and a couple of mouse clicks later... Tony wouldn't care. Tony wears suits with sneakers. The Manolos flew back, towards my shoe closet, and a pair of Chanel trainers made their debut. A Hermes 2002 barely weighed down by my wallet, keys and phone. A nice coat, too, appropriately light and so very conceptual and fashionable.

I spent way too much time deciding on what to wear. A stern talking to, however, didn't help me, and I had to redo my make-up - the "nude", "all natural" look was one of the hardest to nail. Or so Marie Claire said. Whatever, my highlighter game was, as usual, on point.

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jodfics · 3 years

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A Little On The Lonely Side - Part 2

Female Reader x The Winter Soldier

Timeline: 1991

Rating: NSFW

Prompt: Reader is put in charge of The Winter Soldier’s care in regards to Cryo-Stasis. During their first meanting, she discovers James.

A/N: Things are getting spicy~

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Y/N held in a moan as her hand tightened into the man's long hair and pulled hard, trying to get his attention but failing miserably as he captured her hands and pulled them together in his one. His mouth latched onto her throat once more - marking her for all to see. "Not here! Oh, God... Winter, please, we can't do this here!" She gasped out as she glanced at the stasis room door nervously - anyone could walk in and find them like this. She didn't know how she'd explain why she was on top of her desk with The Winter Soldier's hand in her panties. And they would get an eyeful of her body with the zip on the jumpsuit completely undone.

"You want me to stop?" His voice was deep and husky against her ear, sending her blood boiling as he continued to rub her through her underwear, the material almost soaked as he pressed against her, "You're so wet for me already." Her face was almost burning as she watched him step back with his fingers in his mouth, moaning lewdly with half-lidded eyes as he tasted her.

The Technician fumbled with the last fastening on her uniform, finally sliding the material off her arms and down past her waist, naked but for her simple underwear. She saw him leaning against the counter, watching her with amusement, arms crossed over his bulky chest as he waited - no hint of wanting to assist at all. "I told you not to stare at me...." The Soldier's strong hands, flesh and metal, grabbed a handful of her backside to lift and place her back on the desk. He pulled her left shoe off roughly and yanked on her jumpsuit leg until it was free of her body and hanging limply from her other leg, gripping her thighs he pushed them apart a little too roughly; his blue eyes focussed between them with such wanting that Y/N thought she would catch fire from the heat in them. Y/N was already trying to close her legs to hide, but he wouldn't let her. She glanced up to find his face serious, a slight frown tugging his lips.

"I want to see," he groused with a half glare, "I'm going to use my tongue, my mouth and fingers. I'm going to make you moan and writhe and beg. You'll shake so hard you'll think you're falling apart, but I'm not going to stop. I'm going to keep you gushing until you've soaked this desk - I won't stop until you're calling my name." A whimper escaped her at his words, he'd not even touched her. Still, she felt ready to combust, "And when you forget your own name and you've begged me to fill you up nice and deep, filling every inch of you, stretching you wide open…" The Technician was panting, her chest heaving slightly as his dark voice filled her ears, "I'll have you screaming so loud all of Hydra will know I'm fucking you."

"Please…." She whispered as she tried to keep his fiery gaze.

"Louder."

"Please." She repeated clearer.

The reply she received was not what she had been expecting, "Please what?" Y/N's eyes shot open from her not so innocent daydreaming, her body sitting bolt right in the chair she had been lounging in.

"Shit!" She swore and began clicking random icons on her console, "Would it kill you to knock, Winter?!" Her cheeks were burning from being caught fantasising about the man who stood in the doorway. Y/N had been thinking about him almost obsessively over the past few weeks; he seemed to materialise everywhere she was. She had recently run into him whilst looking for an old report in the vaults, his nose buried in a helicopter manual and two beside him. They had shared the space silently, both studying their own texts, but she had found his quiet company somehow soothing. He would come to her for his injuries, nothing as vicious as the first time, and she was relieved for that. Whilst she patched him up, the Soldier wouldn't speak unless spoken to, or sometimes he would mumble half sentences to himself. When Y/N asked him to repeat it, he would frown and appear confused - denying he had spoken at all.

Her hands no longer trembled because of his presence.

Then she'd had a dream. A dream where he had had his large hands all over her, holding her to his hard body whilst he left beard burn on her neck.

At first, she had ignored it, shoved it out of her mind and did her best to bury herself into work. The dreams grew, became more vivid and intense; she'd wake up with a persistent ache between her thighs. And to top it all off, she'd started daydreaming about him whilst working on the new programmes for the updated cryogenic chambers. This was how the Technician now found herself fidgeting uncomfortably in her swivel chair, all of the computer screens lit and active as they ran through her data, with her face hot and her body wanting. More humiliating was that she had been begging aloud, and he had heard her, had thought she was talking to him even. "A-are you injured?" Making to get up, despite not thinking she would do so smoothly, Y/N stopped when he signalled her to stay where she was.

"Are you sick?" He stepped further into the room until he was in front of her little desk – the one she had imagined him putting her on – and then he pressed his palms to the surface of it, leaning toward her slightly whilst looking her over with narrowed eyes, "Your Asmtha?"

She blinked dumbly for a moment, processing his question and analysing it for some hidden meaning. He was looking directly at her, eyes narrowed and a crease between his eyebrows… almost like he was concerned. "I'm fine... I was just talking to myself. Going through the processes, Winter."

Winter.

She'd started calling him that to replace the urge to call him James; it sounded better than Soldat or Soldier. There was always a slight twitch in his metal fingers when she called him Winter – she was sure that meant he liked it at least a little.

"You said 'Please'" He watched her breath hitch, and his flesh hand lifted itself to her forehead, pausing when she flinched back, letting her take a breath before he pressed his palm to her skin. He knew he frightened her, and he didn't like that – though, he didn't understand why. She felt familiar, and he couldn't shake it. She called him Winter, treated him like a person rather than an asset, and she was going to get herself killed for her kindness. The Technician knew her duties, but she doubted the cause. The Winter Soldier could see it in her eyes; each day that passed by, her eyes seemed clearer, the pretty lies he knew Hydra spun for people like her were unravelling, and she was smart enough to start sorting through the lies to the corrupt truth. "You're warm."

"I'm not ill." She replied quietly, "I was talking to my computers, and you caught me by surprise…."

Winter exhaled through his nose, "Get up, stand to the side." She opened her mouth to protest, and he shook his head to silence her, keeping an eye on her as she got up and moved. The soldier walked around the desk and took her seat, tapping on her computer to wake up the screen and then began typing on the keyboard.

Y/N gave an indignant cry at him touching her things and reached over his shoulder to grab his hands, "Hey! Stop it!" Before she could pry his hands from her keyboard, he had her wrist in his right hand, then with a fluid motion so seamless that her mind reeled with it – he had her on her knees with her arm twisted behind her back in his grip, "Agh! Dammit, Winter! You're hurting me!" The bones in her arm seemed to creak, threatening to snap under pressure; she didn't dare struggle for fear of her arm breaking, "Stop!"

"You're lying to me. If you are not ill, then you are hiding something." He said matter of factly, "You expect me to believe you're talking to yourself, that me catching you made you flustered enough that you're visibly nervous – more than usual." His other hand continued typing whilst he kept her on the ground, searching for external communication; all the files she had previously opened were explored as he searched for anything that might compromise the base. He might have been able to like her company somewhat, but he was still bound to Hydra. He was loyal to them, and if he had to kill her…

Y/N bit her lip as pain coursed through her arm and shoulder, the hard floor was becoming unbearable on her knees, and the more he pried into her files, the harder it was to keep her composure. Her throat felt tight at the urge to cry, and she knew what he was accusing her of - knew how it looked to him. "I was daydreaming!" She exclaimed with a pained wince, "It's embarrassing, okay?!" A relieved gasp escaped Y/N's lips when the pressure on her arm disappeared; she held it to her chest protectively, "It's something normal people do."

Just when Y/N thought it was over and that he'd stalk off to wherever his cage was, he moved from the chair and grabbed her collar, hoisting her up onto her feet and spinning her to face him. There was no point fighting this time, and she looked up at him dejectedly – waiting. "What were you daydreaming about?"

Y/N frowned at him and shook her head, "I'd rather you kill me." She was only half-serious.

The Winter Soldier's mouth opened to ask another question, but nothing came out as his jaw went slack and his pupils dilated. The words he said next made Y/N cover her face with both her hands rather than continue tugging at his hands to free herself.

"You're aroused?" Winter had caught the musky scent in the air, only noticeable to him and his enhanced senses. Had his Technician been fantasising about someone? "Who?" Y/N refused to move her hands and answer, and he gave her shoulder a shake, "Who?"

"You!" Her hands thrust forward to shove at his chest - he didn't move at all, "I was thinking about you, you dumb popsicle!" She snapped at him, still angry and scared and so confused. Why did every other meeting with him have to be like this? Why couldn't he always be more like James? Like she imagined he used to be before they wiped him, before they corrupted the beautiful man in front of her. He could be kind, he could be somewhat amusing at times, and it broke her heart every time The Winter Soldier made his eyes go cold. He looked like a man who used to smile a lot, he had laughter lines in the corners of his eyes, and when she had seen him grin – a fleeting thing – it lit up the room. Y/N wanted the man who had sung to her when she was scared. "The first time we met…" her eyes met his softly, watching his somewhat taken aback expression bitterly, "You told me that I looked like a dame you would have danced with."

His hands dropped to his sides though he didn't step away, he left the electric few inches between their bodies. Winter frowned down at her, "... I... That's not - The first time we met, you took my blood." She had been there when they briefed him; he hadn't spoken a word to her.

"That was the second time." It was foolish to think he'd remember; still, she wanted him to. "When you woke up this time, you asked for help. You were so frightened... Your name is Ja-mph!" The soldier's mouth cut off her rant, his lips sealing over hers with force, arms holding her to him as she tried to get away as he swallowed her protests. His tongue brushed across her bottom lip before pushing past, tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss – her resistance was short-lived against the force of his kiss.

When he pulled away, she was dazed by the way he licked his lips, his gaze intense on hers for only a second, then it lifted toward the door of the room. Y/N turned her head and almost gulped; one of his handler's stood there with a somewhat amused smirk. He gestured for The Winter Soldier to follow him and walked out into the hall. Her eyes dropped down to his chest as she realised he had just saved her life with that kiss; he'd shut her up before someone heard her spilling treason, 'Winter….'

"You're going to get yourself killed." He walked away from her then, answering the call from the other man and trying to forget what she had said – what she had stirred up in his head. Winter stopped at the door and waited for her to look his way, "It doesn't have to be a daydream next time."

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stray kids as girl group songs because i can't sleep on a monday night

series of the few girlgroup songs i know bc i only stan boygroups and mostly listen to just that,, followed by a short cute scenario inspired by that said song bc it's the middle of the night and i can't sleep 💫💓❣

all of the blurbs are like 100 words at most, no warnings i think ?? yeah :') mostly fluff. enjoy.

bang chan as really really by cherry bullet

okay but the lyrics to this are so cute and so chan 🥺🥺 like there's a line that goes like "even my insecurities turned into confidence" and if that doesnt scream channie to you then i don't know what will. like the song sounds just so cute and warm and like a warm hug in spring 💫☁️💓

"i really, really like you." you hear chan say, making your mouth hang open in surprise.

"me?" you ask.

"yeah, who else?"

"n-no, that's- i'm not that likeable-"

"stop it, y/n. you are the most likeable person i know and you bring me so much happiness and comfort every single day. so stop doubting yourself, you silly, okay?"

minho as not shy by itzy

you feel the blush on your cheeks deepen as he deletes the space in between the two of you, enveloping you in a tight hug. you see a butterfly fly around, much similiar to the ones in your stomach, making you softly giggle. "i like you too, chan."

okay is it just me or do itzy songs just scream minho energy ?? we stan confident queens. also their dance--- queens. okay. well, this song captures minho's confident attractive side the most i feel like 😎 like imagine a confident confession by our boy minho over here ??

"what do you even want, minho?" you furrow your brows in frustration and confusion all at once, waving your hands in the air.

"i want you." he says, gazing deep into your eyes.

you are left with no words in your mouth, breathing quickening at his gaze, his aura capturing you in a way you didn't know it could before.

"minho-"

your words are soon cut off by his mouth on yours, but you're glad, because you didn't really have anything to say anyway.

changbin as witch by the good girl cast

this song is a whole ass vibe my girls jiwoo and jamie snapped in this 🥵🥵 it's just has that badass dark vibe changbin radiates at all times (except from when he's in his soft zone lol) and like some good mafia aus can be written with this vibe but i don't do those so yeah here's a little something confusing

"what did i do?" asks changbin in the arms of the police, a deep smirk sitting on his lips.

"oh, you already know, young man." spits the policemen, bringing him into the car, leaving you watching him with eyes fierce, insides burning. this again?

"wait for me, babygirl, yeah?" yells changbin your way, his blonde locks falling into his eyes.

you ignore his calling. "i'm gonna come back. as always. yeah?" smirks changbin.

he's not the bad guy. or is he?

hyunjin as psycho by red velvet

ummmm- are we even surprised ?? no. he owns the psycho cover and i watch it at least 3 times a day for good luck and clear skin 💫😎 but like this song is about someone coming to ruin you and like be honest did hyunjin completely ruin you or are you normal

you dry the tears off your cheeks, a sad smile coming onto your features, feeling like a psychopath again, falling for his games and for his tricks, just like every time.

"you just love me too much, right?" smirks hyunjin, placing a hand onto your cheek, rubbing small circles onto it to comfort you.

you sniffle, scoffing. you are pathetic. so, so pathetic. but you're never going to change.

because you're never going to stop loving him.

"yeah."

jisung as fancy by twice

okay are we even surprised part 2 ?? he ate that shit up, like that 💫💓dalkomhan chocolate ice-cream-cheoreom nogabeorineun jigeum nae gibun so lovely☁️💟 lives in my head rent-free 24/7 and i listen to the fancy cover literally every single day (while aggresively skipping wooj*n's face) and i am not even joking at this point. and the VIBE ?? the VIBEEE ?? jisung and you being your each others first love and dhskskdn omg my heart-

"i like you so much." mumbles jisung into your neck, planting a soft peck on it in the process, making you giggle.

"i know. you tell me every single day." you say, looking into his eyes, feeling like you see the whole entire universe in them, gazing into them as if they answer the questions to everything there is in the world.

"okay. let me change it up a little, then," giggles jisung, pecking your lips, "i love you."

you stare at him in awe, euphoria of hearing him say those words for the first time taking over you, a wide smile appearing on your mouth. "i love you too."

felix as hip by mamamoo

okay are we even surprised part 3 like ummm that boy ate the choreo up 🥵🥰 umm yeah but hip and mamamoo in general are so cool and so is felix lmao (btw hip is the song that got me into kpop this march 🥺🥺) and like hip is about being who you are and respecting and loving someone with everything they are 💓💫

"sometimes i even wonder why you're dating me in the first place." you mumble, your hair greasy and your loose t-shirt falling over your hips.

"what? why would you think about something like that?" felix furrows his brows, confused about your sudden confession.

"well, a girl like me is no fit for a boy like you. you're all cool and stuff and here i am with my oily hair and loose clothes..." you gesture to your body, feeling embarrased by even bringing it up.

"you're cool too, stop that. i love you just the way you are." he smiles, pecking your lips, suddenly making all your worries dissapear.

seungmin as lovesick girls by blackpink

okay i don't know what it is but this song just screams seungmin to me,, like the idea of knowing you'll get hurt by love but still wanting it nonthless, needing love and desiring it... also,,the vibes of like the evening summer city just sit so well with seungmin in my opinion

you put your legs out of the window of the going car, singing at the top of your lungs, passing the lamposts and counting how many of them are on the long highway.

you turn around to look at seungmin on the driver's seat, humming the song with you, looking at you once in a while, his heart beating fast at the presence of you in his car this late at night. he promised himself he's not going to fall in love again, but you weren't making it any easier for him. he was born to be alone, but you make him feel like loneliness is not the answer.

"i never want this moment to stop." you blurt out, amazed by the empty highway.

"yeah," sighs seungmin, watching you for a just a few seconds to still drive safely, feeling his heart combusting at the way your hair blows in the breeze, "me neither."

jeongin as la di da by everglow

retro vibes and jeongin = 💫💫💫 yes yes yes. anyways, umm idk this song just makes me think of like the hated couple walking along the night city when it's the carnival or something and everyone's just staring at you and gossiping bc they are jealous,,but you two don't care bc you just love each other too much 🤪❣

you turn your head to kiss him in the line for the carousel, seeing the disgusted faces of your classmates gossiping somewhere in the distance.

"people are staring again, jeongin," you whisper, looking to the ground.

"they are just jealous, baby. let's go, it's our turn." he giggles, taking you by the hand and pulling you to the carousel, making you laugh in the process as you get on and get prepared to yell your lungs out on the ride.

yeah, jeongin was right.

they are just jealous. let them know how much you're enjoying yourself.

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