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teyamsgrl · 8 months

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if you ask nicely ✧ neteyam

❗️ MDNI ❗️

look how pretty teyam is 🫶🏻 anywho i love sub!neteyam and teasing him would be absolute bliss pls enjoy 🧍🏻‍♀️

°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader, agedup!neteyam, sub!neteyam, dom!reader, l-bombs, handjob, cum eating, dirty talk, teasing, riding, NETEYAM PRAISE KINK - paskalin: honey, yawne: beloved

everyone loved neteyam, and honestly you couldn't blame them. your mate was a wonderful warrior; skilled hunter, future olo'eyktan and great talker. neteyam was adored by many and therefore was often busy with the people and working alongside his father. you always prepared food and tidied your hut in anticipated for neteyam's return home, and couldn't contain the smile on your face when he walked in everyday.

"paskalin" his grin is bright while he walks in, arms immediately engulfing you into a hug. "ma'teyam, how was your day?" you hum as you hug back, fiddling with his braids as his hands caress your sides. "good, but i'm happy to be home" he withdraws from the embrace to press his lips on your forehead. "mhmmm, must be sore. do you want a massage?" you suggest, rubbing over his broad shoulders that are obviously tense. "that would be amazing, thank you" he smiles and places a kiss on your nose, sitting criss cross on the woven mat placed on the floor of your hut. you sit behind him, spreading your legs so he is situated between your legs. he hums as your hands reach his shoulders, slowly massaging and soothing the tender areas.

"that feels nice" he sighs as you dig into his shoulder deeper with your fingers. you hum and kiss both of his shoulders, moving your hands down further to rub along his back gently. "what did you do with your father today?" you question, dragging your hands to stroke his thighs, lightly massaging them. "mostly hunting, and we taught some children" you can hear the pride in his voice and it makes you want to just ravage him right here and now, his confidence boosting his attractiveness, if that was at all possible. "mhmm, sounds like fun" you kiss the middle of his back, hands dragging up his inner thighs and inching closer to the bulge in his loincloth.

you can hear his breath hitch softly as your fingers trail around his bulge, knowingly teasing your mate. "was it fun, yawne? bet you did amazing like usual..." you say, fingers brushing over his bulge which is growing by the second. "y-yes, i had fun" he stutters out, his body emitting more warmth which you can feel against your chest. you use one hand to start to palm him, the other resting atop his thigh. you press yourself flush against his back, the feeling of your breasts causing the small whine stuck in neteyam's throat to escape. "good.. did you speak with kiri? she was meant to bring me some herbs this morning.." you speak with a smirk on your face, knowing that neteyam's head is spinning at the obvious teasing you are doing. "n-no, i didn't get a chance.." he huffs, cock straining against his loincloth.

you nod and add a bit more pressure to your palming, "something wrong?" you taunt, trailing your hand to the waistband of his loincloth. neteyam doesn't answer, prompting you to continue, "if you tell me what's wrong, maybe i can help you, pretty boy..." he whines loudly, head turning to face you. "please..." "please what? no idea what you need..." you tilt your head innocently, slipping your fingers under the waistband. "that- your touch, i need it now, please" he whines, eyes large and begging for more. "well since you asked so nicely.." you push off his loincloth, removing your hands from his body to settle in front of him.

"already hard and leaking, baby? got you all worked up didn't i?" you bite your lip as you bring your hand to his aching cock, warm hand enveloping a small part of the shaft, his size much larger in proportion to your hands. he tosses his head back at the awaited touch, breathy whine escaping his mouth. you giggle and begin stroking, eyes scouring his toned body. "yes yes..faster please faster" he moans and brings his head back up, eyes locking with your lust filled ones. "such a good boy, always saying please..." your hand picks up it's pace, grip tight as you pull more noises out of neteyam. "you're my good boy, aren't you, teyam?" the whine that escaped his mouth in response was boisterous, your praise was something that always sent a shiver through his body. "i'm your good boy" he gasps out, his hands clawing at the woven mat underneath him. your hand is moving rapidly now, neteyam's head now thrown back again and his eyes shut out of pleasure.

you take note of how his hips start to sporadically buck and how his toes are now curled, recognizing that his orgasm is nearing. his chest is heaving now, his moans filling your ears persistently. "are you gonna cum for me? hm? are you gonna ask first?" you tsk, slowing your movements. "p-please no-" you grab his chin with your empty hand, tilting it down towards you, "try that again". his ears are folded back against his head as he attempts to piece together a coherent sentence, "can i cum? please let me cum, i want to be your good boy, please!" he whimpers, eyes glossy with tears. you nod, "that's it, show me baby, cum for me, cum all over yourself for me.." he groans loudly as his white luminescent cum spurts out, shooting across his abs and chest. "good boy, you did amazing, teyam.. came so much for me, so good.." you smile at him as he catches his breath, pushing him down to lie flat on his back. you straddle his legs and crane your neck down, dragging your tongue up his torso and collecting all of his cum from just moments ago. he whimpers as he observes you, eyes never leaving his as your pink tongue absorbs his seed. you hum contentedly while you swallow, moving over him to kiss him feverishly.

his hands fly to your waist and squeeze as you kiss, your tongue gliding into his mouth with ease. his tongue meshes with yours, light moans escaping both of your throats. you recede from his lips, shimmying your loincloth off in a hurry. the slick soaked item gets tossed to the side before you're hovering above neteyam's once again stiff cock. his hands reach for you, desperate to pull you down onto him. you giggle and grab his hands before they reach you, holding them at his sides, "tell me, baby.. what should i do next?" your look is composed but inside you are dying to swallow his cock with your tight pussy. "ride me, please! i want your pussy- bounce on me, oh bounce on me please..." he begs, restless under you. you don't waste anytime before you sink down onto his cock, pussy devouring him. you moan as his tip presses your cervix, your hands letting go of his to rest on his smooth chest. his moans are keen as your walls embrace his cock snugly, his hands moving back to their previous position on your waist. after a minute of adjustment to neteyam's size you start to ride him, your ass clapping down against him.

his whines are subconsciously escaping now, pleasure clouding his thoughts. you mewl each time you sink back down, the stretch unbelievably gratifying, "so pretty under me, my pretty boy..." you exhale as you bounce faster, the squelching sound so filthily arousing. "you're- you're so gorgeous..." he squeaks out, bruises forming under his fingers. you smile coyly down at him, gyrating your hips as he is buried deep inside. "you're so fucking big, you fill my pussy so well, don't you?" you whine and start to bounce on him again, pace eagerly fast. "y-yeah, you're so tight" he mewls as his second orgasm makes it's way to it's peak. "cum- please, i need to- wanna fill your pussy" he babbles just as you bring a hand to circle your clit fervently, "i'm with you, yawne. cum again please, give me your cum again" you ramble as his back arches, cum flooding your insides. you simultaneously shake on top of neteyam, your own cum mixing with his own inside.

"damn..." you giggle breathlessly, lying down on top of neteyam who was also bringing himself down from the high. "hi" he chuckles and nudges his nose against yours, smile forming across your lips. "hello to you too", you purr and kiss him lovingly, melting into his touch. he wraps his arms around you securely, keeping you close. once your lips detach you snuggle into his flushed chest, hands interlaced in his braids. "i love you" he whispers faintly and you do the same back, eyes fluttering shut in his grasp. he shuts his own as well, large hands roaming your back as you both fall into a slumber.

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rascal-xo · 1 year

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Hi ! I hope you’re doing well, I wanted to request the 141 & perhaps Los Vaqueros (I am a sucker for Ale) with y/n (preferably for her to also be in the military with these fine men) whose ex boyfriend ends up recently joining either the military or tags along a mission (I would love if their rank was below the 141/los vaqueros just to see how they would react, not intimated by the ex but more like cocky because they know they are better than them). Also maybe add a bit of NSFW… (pls & thank you). I’m sorry if it seems too specific or detailed but this plot has been nagging at my brain and I love the way you write so I was like okay, I know who can write this perfectly ! I appreciate you taking the time to read my request ! Have a good one !

Loose Ends | Alejandro x Female Reader |

Chapter Summary: You find self face to face with a toxic part of your past…

Warnings: Angst, violence, language, fluff, some minor smut |READERS CALLSIGN IS “RED”|

Word Count:

Tags: @satorisgirl

A/N: Ahh sorry it took so long but it’s finally here! I hoped you enjoyed the fic :))

——> Some stuff is not canonically accurate to MW2 or CoD in general

“Alright, gather around!” Price calls out to the team, There’s maps and documents sprawled over the top of the table where you and the rest of the team stand around it. “We’ve got one hour until we’re back out in the field, thanks to our lovely General Shepard, we’ve got our work cut out for us.” He says, with a hint sarcasm on his tongue.

You exchange a knowing glance with Soap, both of you aware of the tension between the Task Force and Shepard.

“We’re joining forces with Los Vaqueros for this one,” Price continues. “As you know, we’ve been tracking Hassan in the city for weeks now, and we’ve been tasked with assisting them in finally taking him down.”

The 141 and Alejandro’s men were hand in hand the past few weeks hunting down Hassan and the rouge missiles.

In the few times you had the pleasure of working with Colonel Vargas and his men, you always enjoyed it a little more than you liked to admit. You look over at Colonel Vargas, and he meets your gaze, nodding a smile.

But then, Price's voice interrupts your thoughts. "Another one of our company contacts will be joining us on this mission. They’ll be leading behind the operation alongside Colonel Vargas."

You feel your stomach drop as Price gestures towards the door. The man walks in question walks in, and you immediately recognize him as Phillip Graves, your old commander and ex boyfriend.

You had worked with the Commander side by side for 3 years, when you were recruited for the Shadow Company by Shepard.

The last time you saw him was when you announced your decision to leave. You had a huge fight, and things ended on a more than sour note. Hitting closer than personal between you and Phillip. You never expected to see him again so soon, especially not on a mission like this.

“Commander Graves, good to have you and the Shadows here.” Price greets him. The rest of the team seems oblivious to the history between you and Dom, but you can't help but feel awkward and uncomfortable.

You try to make a quick exit as soon as the briefing comes to an end, but Graves catches up to you, “Hey, Red, it’s been a while.”

You turn to face him, trying to keep a calm demeanor, “Not long enough, unfortunately.” You say before you have time to really think it through.

The commander smirks, “Don’t worry, Y/N, I’m just here to do my job.” He pauses, looking you up and down. “Hopefully you won’t be too distracted.”

You internally roll your eyes and walk away, not wanting to engage in any more conversation than you have to with him.

As you gear up and head to the chopper, you can feel the weight of the mission and the added tension of the Shadows presence weighing on you.

“What’s got you quiet, Roja?” Alejandro says, leaning closer to you.

“Just thinking.” You answer, “Don’t have much time to do that in peace lately.” You chuckle.

“Say I’ll buy you a drink once we make it out of this shitstorm alive, huh?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I’d like that.” You smile.

Once you're on the ground, you and the rest of the team move quickly, working alongside Los Vaqueros to track down Hassan's whereabouts.

The mission is intense, with gunfire ringing out and explosions rocking the city. Despite the chaos around you, you stay focused, your training and instincts kicking in as you move with precision and purpose.

It's only when you and Graves are alone, working together to take down a group of insurgents, that things begin to take a turn.

You look over at him, out of breath from taking a hard blow to the ribs, taking in his features. He looks older, more weathered than you last saw him. But he’s still annoyingly good at his job.

“Not like you to take hits.” Graves suddenly says, breaking the silence between you two, once the coast is clear. You two are alone in one of the emptied buildings, awaiting clearance to evac.

Like you’re perfect.” You reply, trying to keep your annoyance at ease.

Graves smirks, “I never said I was perfect, just better than most.”

You roll your eyes, “Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night?”

He chuckles, “No, that’s what you used to tell me.”

You feel a pang of memories hit you, remembering the times when you and Phillip were together, laughing and messing around during your downtime. But the memory is quickly replaced by the bitterness of the person he’s become, or was all along.

“So, this is what you left our unit for, coverts?” He says, leaning against a broken door. His demeanor suddenly shifts, and you feel the hostility radiating off of him.

“That’s one less person you can have at your disposal for good old Shepard.” You scoff, meeting his dark expression.

“You know, Y/N, you always did have a problem with authority. It's no surprise you didn't last long with the Shadows.” You feel your blood boiling.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" you snap. Graves takes a step towards you, his voice lowering dangerously, “Watch it. Don’t wanna start anything you can’t finish, Soldier.”

Before things can escalate any further, Alejandro suddenly appears comes through the doorway, pausing in his steps when he takes in the tense atmosphere between you and Graves.

Without hesitating, Alejandro strides forward, stepping between you and Graves.

"Graves," Alejandro says, his voice low and controlled. "You need to back off of the Sergeant. Now."

Graves sneers, "What, you gonna protect your little girlfriend?"

Alejandro's fists clench, but he remains composed. "I'm not playing games, Cabrón. Back off."

Graves takes a step forward, his face contorting with anger. "You don't know what you're getting into, Vargas. This has nothing to do with you."

"It has everything to do with me when you're threatening a member of my team," Alejandro says, his voice sharp. "If you can't handle working with Y/N, then you can leave."

Graves looks like he's about to say something else, but the sound of the C-130’s engines outside interrupts him. "Don’t butt in where you don’t belong, Vargas." Graves says through gritted teeth, before turning and stalking out of the room.

You take this as an opportunity to brush past Phillip as you move towards Alejandro.

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding as he turns to you, concern etched on his face. "You okay, Roja?"

“Yes i’m okay. We just have a long past.” You exhale, fixing your red bandana that seems to have slipped a little from your forehead.

“Let’s get out of here.” You say, relieved to finally have an excuse to get away from Graves.

Alejandro nods, and the two of you head out of the building together. Once you're outside, the weight of the mission and Graves' presence finally lifts off your shoulders.

“I need a drink.” You say, trying to lighten the mood as you head towards the evac.

Alejandro chuckles, “I remember promising you one earlier.”

You smile, “Lead the way, Colonel.”

As you make your way back to base, the two of you decide to leave the the post-mission bar celebration earlier than the rest of the team, and you decide to go back to your quarters, which Alejandro happily obliges to.

As you walk through the quiet halls, you can feel the heat and electricity between you and Alejandro, and you know that you're not the only one who's been thinking about it.

Finally, when you reach your door, he turns to face you, his eyes meeting yours in a way that makes your heart race. Granted you too are reaching tipsy at this point.

“Y/N…” He says, his voice low and husky.

Before he can finish, you reach up and pull him down to meet your lips in a heated kiss. The passion between you is electric, and you can feel the heat building as you explore each other's mouths.

As the kiss deepens, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he presses you against the wall. The world around you fades away as you lose yourself in the heat of the moment

Eventually, you pull away, both of you gasping for breath. You look up at Alejandro, seeing the desire and intensity in his eyes.

The moment you enter the room, he presses you against the wall once again, his mouth claiming yours as his hands roam over your body.

You feel the heat building between you, the need for each other growing with each passing second. Without breaking the kiss, Alejandro begins to tug at your clothes, revealing more and more of your skin.

Soon you're standing there in nothing but your underwear, your body flushed with desire. Alejandro steps back to admire the sight before him.

You reach down to palm him through his pants, eliciting a low groan from his lips. He breaks the kiss to look at you, his eyes dark with desire.

His hands slide down to your panties, tugging them down your legs and throwing them aside.

With one swift movement, he lifts you up and carries you to the bed, laying you down gently before climbing on top of you.

Your bodies are a tangle of limbs and heat, desire and passion taking over.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #call of duty smut #ghost x reader #fanfic #simon riley imagine #ghost x female reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you #los vaqueros #alejandro vargas #alejandro x you #los vaqueros x reader #phillip graves #graves x you

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bonny-kookoo · 11 months

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Jungkook

𝐄𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Warm Eyes

Every year, he joins the old tradition of traveling, where his ancestors have once ruled the skies. Every year, he meets familiar faces and new ones he's never seen before. Every year, he watches how his brothers find their mates, build their families, and introduce new generations to stories as old as time. But this year, something might be different. This year, there's you - a treasure worth more than he could ever offer.

Tags/Warnings: Dragon!Jungkook, strangers to lovers/mates, mentions of folklore and traditions, modern fantasy, romance, human?Reader, Fluff, Courting, MC kinda wary of kook at first, but he's cute give him a chance pls

Additional Chapter Warnings: fluff

Length: Short (because tumblr eats long drafts these days)

A/N: no one's asking for drabbles so I'll make my own and force feed you until you'll like this AU

-> Masterlist

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Every year, you look forward to this festival time.

Not because you're very social, but more so, because it's a time where you can finally act the way your inner dragonblood wants you to, without being judged for it. Just like right now, as you're lying on your back in the woods, wind occasionally blowing through the tall tree crowns above, birds filling the silence while the small stream of water nearby adds to the scenery around you. It's what you crave the entire year around- this moment of absolute comfort, simply existing without the pressure to make the most out of your time.

You can hear footsteps at some point, and as the wind turns, you immediately catch the scent of the one dragonkin currently trying to win you over in the span of time you're both spending here for the festival. "Is this your attempt at hunting me down?" You giggle to yourself, though you do snap up into a halfway sitting position when he's suddenly speaking right into your ear.

"I wasn't even remotely trying." He chuckles, especially at your clear look of shock for a second.

"…whatever." You mumble, sitting up next to him now, legs pulled close as you watch him sit down properly next to you as well. "Do they need me at camp?" You ask, but he shakes his head.

"No, I was just wondering where you were when I couldn't find you at breakfast this morning." He shrugs. "So I went out to find you."

"Stalking me now then?" You glare at him, and he laughs.

"I'd call it 'making sure my potential future mate is okay' but, you can call it whatever you want." The dragonkin smiles, catching you off guard yet again as you hide a little so he won't see you flush in shyness, before simply laying back down onto your blanket. And by peeking through your eyes after a short while of silence, you can see him still sitting right next to you- hands resting in the grass, arms holding up his body as he calmly watches his surroundings ahead, wind sometimes blowing his curls around. You watch how he has to move them out of his face every now and then, and can't help but snicker a bit to yourself at the sight.

And he just smiles as well, as he watches you sit up.

"Turn around." You tell him softly, and much to your surprise, he easily does just as told without even so much as asking to why you'd request that from hjm. It shows how much he already puts his trust in you, even if it's just small things like this.

You've never actually touched Jungkook up until this point. Not really, at least. His hair is thick but surprisingly soft as you collect parts of it hands careful at not tying it too tightly to hurt- only to somewhat help with it falling into his eyes all the time. "Thanks." He smiles as he turns back around. "It's never been so long before.. so I still forget a hairtie from time to time." He chats, and you shrug, as you lie back down, though now on your side to better look at him.

"That's fine." You shrug. "I always have one on me." You tell him- and the implication of it makes him unable to hide his grin, considering he's been noticing those small steps towards him from time to time now. You're slowly starting to show your interest in him, step by step involving yourself more and more into the whole process of getting to know him better it seems like.

And its fueling his determination.

"Did you plan on taking a nap out here?" He asks, and you nod, before you scoot a bit on your blanket, making room for him. It's a silent invitation to something much more than just for him to lay down next to you.

There's a saying amongst dragons, that those who fall asleep together will meet in dreams as well. And dreams of dragons all hold meaning- though most of those things have been somewhat lost to time at this point.

Jungkook seems to have trouble though, the small ponytail you'd tied of his hair pressing into the back of his head uncomfortably. "Just take it out if it bothers you." You giggle, watching him struggle.

"But.. you did it." He almost whines. "I don't want to take it out."

"I can tie it up again later." You roll your eyes, pulling the hairtie out of his hair. "Just remind me, and I'll do it again."

"Whenever I like?" He asks, cheekily hopeful as he looks at you next to him.

"Hm, sure." You shrug, before you close your eyes, and boldly turn to your side, hand on his chest as if to be connected to him in your sleep.

And so he holds your hand over his chest in his own during his sleep as well, as you both meet in dreams where you fly above the clouds.

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#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader

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apollostears · 5 months

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𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 # ！︎

↠︎ warning(s) + request: angsty-ish, fluff, hurt/comfort, might be ooc aki, devil!reader. Just wanna say that u are really talented (idk what vocab should i use since english is not my first language) in writing i love ur fic so much <33 what i wanna add is the snow devil herself have pastel blue from hair root to pastel purple ends gradient hair color, mint green left eye and sky blue right eye, the snow devil would be so insecure about her looks. The snow devil also was the adoptive elder sister to Makima. Thats all ty if u did write this. Its ok if u dont tysm <33

↠︎ pairing: aki hayakawa x devil!reader

my sweetest love @missshinazugawa, i offer you the humblest of apologies for how long this took :( pls forgive me!! <3 thank you for the support bookie

as the snow devil angel, your looks always stand out

with pastel blue and purple hair and heterochromatic eyes, attention was inevitable and growing up you were picked on a lot for the difference

makima was your younger sister via adoption but she always defended you like she was the eldest

the devil hunting society was cruel and people’s comments on your appearance had gotten worse

everything took a turn when someone vandalized your desk, with words like ‘demon’, ‘freak’, ‘useless’, ‘ugly’, etc.

and usually you could tough it out but the fact that smth like that was able to happen so casually to you in the workplace, you couldn’t help but become overwhelmed with emotions.

embarrassed, you left the building and went to the roof.

aki, makima’s most competent leader, had found you

unbeknownst to you, aki was beginning to fall for you and found you stunning!

he had surprised you by sitting next to you on the ledge of building, letting you cry into his shoulder

aki cursed the people who vandalized your things and vowed to find out who did it (he did)

you weren’t expecting this from someone who vehemently hates devils

his presence and conviction to defend your image were calming and allowed you to see him in a different light

from there, the two of you began a friendship that is now a relationship!

with makima as your sister and aki as your boyfriend, you don’t get picked on at work anymore

but sometimes people in public get too obvious in their stares and disgust with a devil being around them

aki matches them with a stare of his own, one just as mean. he always has an arm around you but it tightens whenever you get uncomfortable

usually people get the hint but every once in awhile, you’re shielding your eyes from witnessing your lover beat the shit out of another person thats overstepped

he’s fiercely protective of you and loves you downnnnnnn

aki would rather speed up his death than hurt you/allow someone else to hurt you

if you’re ever feeling bad afterwards or just in one of those moods where your insecurities are overwhelming, aki commences ‘self-care with aki day’

its where he takes care of you and pampers you, making sure you feel at least half as beautiful

you guys are usually sleeping in, reading, cuddling, watching tv/movies, eating your favorite foods, and doing some skin care when these things happen

he also posts affirmations all over the house and packs your bentos with them all the time

calls you ‘pretty’, ‘gorgeous’, ‘beautiful’, ‘lovely’, and ‘angel’ pretty much every second he breathes

this man works overtime to protect your body from the negative thoughts of others and yourself

he loves staring into your eyes and saying “sorry, they’re so mesmerizing angel” whenever you scold him for looking too long

is 100% your biggest fan

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. @kennyackermanswhore @chaoticevilbakugo @indiecursor @gabzlovesu @desiray562 @brownmochii @knjkitten @sweeneyblue1 @namjoonswifeyy @nyxeclipse @rubinocore @somerandompipzsxh @dabilovesme @histarean @hannas16 @caribbeanwifey19 @emonaculate @po3ticb3auty @waka-umm @wilsonsbuck @ctrlstar @jealousfuckingcunt @savagemickey03 @dukina @saintblk @sisnot @littlemochi @hoohoohope @ruubric @tor-tor8 @beautyfairykei @lilvampirina

#mayawrites #anime #chainsaw man #aki fluff #aki headcanons #aki csm #aki x reader #aki hayakawa #aki x devil!reader #csm x reader #csm hcs #free palestine #free gaza

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manicplank · 2 months

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Alright now this one will be dimn but

Head cannons about how they feel about the simps?

hehehehe I like this prompt hehehehehehe

How do they feel about their simps?

Peppino: He's incredibly confused! Who in their right mind would want to [TAUNT SFX] a fat old man like him? He doesn't realize there are people out there that love dad bods. Even without the lust, why are people obsessed with him?? Regardless, he feels a bit honored and flattered.

Gustavo: Oh goodness, people want to do WHAT to him? Hug him and snuggle him? Boy, he would LOVE that! He's so honored that people love him as a person. He feels the love and positivity, and it makes him so happy. By the way, Gustavo, people want to uh... Yeah, never mind.

Mr. Stick: Woah! Ladies, fellas, and theydies* want him, he's shocked! He doesn't necessarily dislike his appearance, but he didn't realize people found him so fine. He totally lets it get to his head. He's just confused as to what a "twink" is. Don't tell him. He can find out on his own.

Pepperman: Finally, he's been recognized for his amazing art. He has a following, his own fan base, and even people making fan art of him. How wonderful! He might flex those muscles just to make them shiver with glee. Oh, how they must worship his greatness!

The Vigilante: WHO ARE ALL YOU PEOPLE??? HE DOESN'T KNOW YOU AND HE DOESN'T KNOW WHY PEOPLE ARE DRAWING PICTURES OF HIM!!! Oh wait, he has "simps"? Oh, that's a new term to him, but alright. He thought y'all were angry criminals hunting him down. Well, this old man is flattered that people admire him!

The Noise: Heh, more fans, huh? Well, that explains why NTV ratings suddenly shot up. Let him just show off the goods to his fangirls and fanboys and fan-nonbinaries. (Is there a term for that?) He's such a cocky little bastard. Look, but don't touch! *finger guns* (Seriously, don't touch. He bites. Hard.)

Noisette: WHO THE HELL ARE THESE PEOPLE AND WHY ARE THEY SIMPING FOR HER AND HER BOYFRIEND??!?!?!? She is totally fuming! At least over his simps. As for her simps, she's totally flattered! She doesn't understand the hype. She's just a simple little lady trying to run her café.

Fake Peppino: Omg people! Him loves people! Can he eats them? No? Boo. :( He's excited that people want to give him hugs and squishes and pets! Yay!!! If only they would come into Bruno's, he pretty pretty promises that he won't try to bite or eat them!!!

Pizzaface: What? He has what now? Simps? Like the Simpsons? Simpletons? Yes, simpletons. Heh. Of course he's to be worshipped. People love pizza, he could imagine they'd love a flying pizza. He's confused on why they keep saying he's hot. He hadn't been in an oven.

Pizzahead: Yes, of course he has simps. I mean, who wouldn't want a piece of that pizza? Ah, to have such loyal fans, he loves it! He's totally flattered and absolutely lets it go to his head. Who would've thought his ego could get any bigger.

Pillar John: Oh, thank God! People want to save him! He's been waiting for so long! Wait, they want to WHAT him??? OHHHH, hug! He thought you said... Nevermind. Please send help! He wants out of this tower without dying!

Gerome: What the [taunt SFX] is a simp? Oh... Heh, neat. He thinks strangers being in love with him is a little strange, but he'll take any love he can get. Lord knows he doesn't get enough of it. Cool. *back to mopping*

** If "theydies" makes anyone uncomfortable pls lmk and I will change it! I thought it was just a silly term that Stick would use to refer to his enby fans.

edited to add that this is what noise considers "showing off the goods" (it wouldn't let me link it)

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #headcanon #pizzahead #noisette #peppino #peppino spaghetti #fake peppino #pepperman #the vigilante #mr. stick #pizza tower gerome #pizza tower gustavo #pillar john

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HI POOKIE COULD YOU PLS WRITE BF/GF HEADCANONS FOR ADAM AND LUCIFER AND LUTE OR FOR SOME MHA BOYS PLS I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WRITING STYLE 🫀🫀

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✞ Adam (aka Dickmaster) ✞

You two first met completely on accident, you were just chilling at an ice-cream shop and as you were walking out looking down at your phone- all of a sudden you bumped into some huge dude. You looked up at him about to say some shit until you realized IT WAS FUCKING ADAM WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!? It was a whole ass jumpscare fr

Notices your shock and asks if you want an autograph or some shit and from there you two just start talking (mostly talking shit about other angels/winners if we're gonna be honest)

You two almost immediately become friends as you talk shit over some good ice cream. And after a while you two give each other's number and hang out often! (he definitely brags about it to Lute as well)

Sometimes yall hang out with Lute or your own friends but most of the times it's just you two! And you both mostly gossip, make plans for the future, or do some stupid shit on impulse (like doing those stupid prank videos and almost committing a crime on accident in the process)

Definitely needs a lot of time to actually get attached to you. After Eve and Lilith he needs to build a lot of trust in order to actually get attached to someone, and in order to fall in love is a whole different story. He closes himself off to long-term relationships, going after mostly just hook-ups, he doesn't want to go through what happened before, in all honesty he's a bit- not scared but mainly hesitant- to get into actual long-term relationships due to what happened with Lilith and Eve. He'd rather chase over one-night stands/hook-ups as he believes they provide a 'good enough service' to fill up that emptiness in his love-life.

You two honestly got along super well, he was a bit surprised about it even, it was much easier for him to get attached to you than it was for well quite literally anyone else. Hell even he was surprised by how close you two got in such a short amount of time!

Oh you definitely have to confess first, it's not cause he's shy, oh hell no this mf is FAR from shy, he would not hesitate to flirt with you in public, but because he mostly doesn't want to risk you not liking him and things becoming awkward since he actually.. valued the friendship a lot, surprising I know, he didn't act on impulse and instead thought before he acted around you. So you'd definitely confess first, but if you 'took to long' in his standards then this mf would just go up to you one day and be like "Oh yeah btw I like you lmao wanna make-out" or some shit like that

Hear me out. Possessive. Like once you two are together this dude is POSSESSIVE AS FUCK. Genuinely, he wants- no- NEEDS all your attention on him at all times. He hates it when you're focusing on something else like some new post your favorite influencer made, or when you're cooking/baking something, he hates it. He's a bit childish in this sense but can you blame him?? After what happened with Eve and Lilith he needs someone who can give him as much attention as he'll give them.

PDA Police are on the HUNT for this dude I swear. He is not hesitant to show that you're his partner, in fact when you two finally make it official this dude announces it to anyone he passes by while walking, like actually some random winner will walk past you two and all of a sudden he wraps his arm around you and grabs the dude and says "Hey did ya know we're together YEAH WE'RE OFFICIAL I KNOW!!" while having the widest grin ever. He definetly enjoys having you around whenever there's meetings with Sera or with anyone else on that matter, he drags you along with him and gives you hugs/cuddles in public, definitely asks to make out in public (I mean what do you expect it's Adam- 😭), gives you pats on the head and sometimes if he's feeling nice he'll give quick kisses on the forehead or cheek. As I said the PDA police are AFTER him

You two have what yall call gossip dates and it's just where you two go back where you first met and gossip, somehow the dates always end up rather romantic??? Yeah gossiping turned to romance I know-. But you two find it super fun

You probably help out in managing the exterminations but don't even THINK about going yourself. After they found the decapitated angel he will NOT risk you going, plus it's not like you even could go since you're not one but just in case you thought about asking his immediate answer is "No??? What???" bro is not going to risk it.

One time he got really drunk. like. REALLY drunk and he took one look at you and went "Damn you're fine asf let me get that number" and you just stared at him before you laughed your ass off "Adam.. we're already dating you have my number" "oh... WE'RE DATING?" and he was in pure shock for a good hour or so before he passed out, you made sure to record everything though and as soon as he woke up the next day you showed him the video (let's just say he wasn't too pleased watching it but he wasnt shocked either or angry)

✞ Lute ✞

You two met while at a party by some winners and it was ment to be some heavenly welcoming party (although what people were doing there was anything but heavenly... anyways!!) While Adam was busy getting girls Lute stayed behind and was sitting on the couch obviously bored until you came by. You were pretty bored too and just sat with her, you two somewhat knew eachother due to you two meeting at other parties but yall never talked fully... until that day

Honestly you two were chill, at first it was quite awkward trying to talk but after a bit you two got along so well it was almost as if you two were best friends or something!

You two bonded over your shared hate for hell-born and sinners as well as how you two were basically at the top of your work force, she never mentioned what she did but there was a point in time where you mentioned being one of the top people at work and she mentioned she was as well!

After that party you both exchanges phone numbers (while Adam was making a huge deal out of it, I mean she does get asked for her number often but irs not often when she actually gives it to someone ya know)

Adam definitely makes her hang out with you, like whenever they have free days hell go out with Lute and try to find you so that you three can hang our and once he finds you he leaves you two by finding some excuse like "Oh yeah uh I gotta go uh feed my cockroach be right back" (jk he won't even make an excuse mf will just go)

Lute and you honestly don't mind yall just chill, and at some point as you two hung out one day you could see she was just staring at you... it was so random too like you just noticed randomly and all of a sudden she just confesses calmly and you're left there like "WHAT????"

Once you two make official just know that she's gonna be around you almost ALL the time. Ya know how she's always by Adam's side?? Yeah expect that for yourself but 10x more. And it's not like yall even have to talk no shell just be there and yall can be quiet as hell its super chill

Not much into physical touch by if you're into hugging and PDA then shell allow it but only to a certain extent. She's more of a gift giver and acts of service person!

Definitely does random work for you even when you don't ask. Oh you mentioned not wanting to do laundry? Boom!!! Done!!! Oh you just saw some donut and really want it? BOOM there ya go donut in your hand!!! Oh just woke up and dont feel like cleaning?? BOOM!!!The entire house is cleaned!!!

She tells you about the extermination and at one point you ask to go with her she'll definitely say no. She is not risking you dawg do not even THINK about begging 😭😭

I dont feel like shes much of a cuddles person but if you begged her to then she'll say yes as long as shes the big spoon

(Ima be fr I don't really have many hcs for the angels theyre a bit difficult for me fr ☹️☹️😔😔)

Lucifer Morningstar

You two met cause of Charlie, you were a sinner at the hazbin hotel, not really because you seemed redemption more like you seemed just a place to sleep in. But hey a member is a member!

You were the one who mainly had to come up to him first since this mf is not good with conversations at all, he's awkward as hell , fidgety, very random, and also he's pretty blunt so if he started a conversation he'd probably say something stupid on accident to you and get you mad or awkward so it's definitely best for you to start it... so you did!!

After what happened with him and charlie and their reconciliation that's when you started talking to him and you two... well it actually took a while for you to get comfortable around eachother but once you were you both were just talkinga bout random shit you like mostly him rambling about his creations, what his dreams were and so on and for you, you mostly jus talked about shoes you used to enjoy when human and such.

Lucifer isn't one to dabble in love as much as he used to. After Lilith and Eve left him he kinda just didn't want to get back into it, plus each one of his relationships not only failed but were with women who had been promised to Adam so that caused a lot of trouble at times within his relationships and also heaven itself. So he'd rather not get back into such mess but after you came into his life and listened to his ramblings and were just so nice to him he couldnt help but fall head over heels!

Oh it is so obvious when he starts liking you, he starts talking to you way more and fooling around, inviting you over to his place and giving way more pats on the back as well as 'jokingly' flirting with you. You quickly inferred he had a crush on you due to his new sudden strange behaviors

One day you just suddenly ask him if he likes you romantically and hes like.. SHOCKED. Like genuinely bro's '😦'. He's stammering and can't even form a sentence before he just nods quickly and you give him a smirk like "lol I knew it anyways i like you too so dw abt it." And then BOOM you're OFFICIAL!!!

Dont expect too much from him for the first week or more, he's still getting used to the fact you like him and is getting used to being official with someone again. He feels all fuzzy and warm inside damn he can't even talk to you without feeling like he about to throw up from happiness while being around you- it's kinda funny sometimes

You help him out a lot with his loneliness and since you two are together expect him to be very physical such as with hugging and cuddling, although at first he's not too into it later he gets really into hugs and such, afterall he's gotta make up for all those years where he hasn't been hugged or really touched in any way whether romantically or platonically bro is touch-starved

Bro his face will start heating up if he gets a small peck on the cheek or lips fr my mans cannot handle such affection without going crazy 😭🙏

He definitely makes you rate his little inventions, usually from a scale of rings like the scale of 1-7 how would you rate his ducks!!

Due to his depression he does have days where he acts rather off, bit you understand its not his fault its just that he's going through things and that's okay plus it's not like you aren't going through some things lets be fr, you two help ecahother a lot whether it's through helping eachother with some trivial home tasks or by helping eachother on your healing journey, you're there for eachother

Bro definitely asks if you wanna get married in the span of 4 months while being together. If you say no then he asks lies some other day until you say yes and he can plan when to do his proposal. But if you say yes immediatly just expect him to start making preparations for the damn honeymoon already 💀💀

You and Charlie become super close like REALLY close after she finds out about your relationship with her dad :)!!

Honestly one of the most healthy relationships you've ever been in fr, least toxic relationship in hell besides charlie and vaggie + angel dust and husk 😭

#Hazbin hotel #Hazbin hotel lucifer #Hazbin hotel Adam #Hazbin hotel lute #Hazbin hotel headcanons #Heazbin hotel fanfic #Hazbin hotel fluff #Bf/gf hcs #Headcanons

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cosmicfoole · 4 days

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༄ 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐒 , both alike in dignity, in 𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙍 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙊𝙉𝘼, where we LAY OUR SCENE. ✞

* this is what it 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖘 like , 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐘.

✞ . . A STUDY IN 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄. from 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑚 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒'𝑠 : 𝑅𝑂𝑀𝐸𝑂 & 𝐽𝑈𝐿𝐼𝐸𝑇. BASED off ʙᴀᴢ ʟᴜʜʀᴍᴀɴɴ's (1996) adaptation of ʀᴏᴍᴇᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜʟɪᴇᴛ. a tale of STARCROSSED lovers, fate & tragedy. defying the stars, a product of being born under a pisces midnight moon– an odd result of being passionate, reckless and deeply sensitive between a feud of violence. LOVE'S FOOLE, a fool to love– hasty and impetuous, swift changing moods. loyal, courageous and witty, filled with love than montague's and capulet's residing hate. white corvette's in the summertime– a journaling hopeless romantic & burned out cigarettes wedged between bruised knuckles from past evening's scuffle. the bible tucked with a gun, a display of hurricane emotions and always in emotional turmoil from a tender heart.

dream, if you can, a courtyard. an ocean of VIOLETS in bloom. animals STRIKE { –– curious } poses, they FEEL the heat, the heat between ME and YOU. how can you just leave me standing ALONE in world that's so cold? maybe i'm just too demanding. maybe i'm just like my father, too bold. maybe you're just like my mother, she's never satisifed. . . WHY do we SCREAM at each other?

google doc. ✞ memes. (always accepting) ✞ open starters. ✞ (always available)

𝑂𝑁𝐸. mun is 21+ . my fcs are t.om b.lyth and l.eo d.icaprio. <3 i love and adore ocs and am very crossover friendly.

𝑇𝑊𝑂. this blog will contain heavy + dark topics, keep that in mind before following of course for your own comfort.

𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸. open starters and memes. always, always feel free to answer opens or send me memes. i encourage it. if you are a new follower, feel free to take off in my meme tag and send one in if you are feeling it. it's the fastest way to interact with me. if you have an idea for a plot , come and toss that at me too. i'm easy going and would love to write with you.

𝐹𝑂𝑈𝑅. shipping– chemistry is a must. pls don't force it between our muses, let it go with the flow. i also love relationships beyond romantic ones, family relations and platonic ones are equally as fun and important so if you're down for that pls lemme know. i'd 100% be on board with that !

𝐹𝐼𝑉𝐸. if you'd like a specific verse OR fc, then definitely specify that please. i am happy to write in any of my verses or either fc at any time.

𝑆𝐼𝑋. formatting– icons and GIFS. i use all three. i use small font , icons or rp pack / hunt related gifs. feel free to use whatever works best for you though !

𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁. CREDIT. this is where i'll add any credit that rightfully belongs to the creators of any psds/templates i may use.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒. ✞

𝖎. ( modern verse | t.om b.lyth as the fc will be used in this verse. ) / to be written.

𝖎𝖎. ( 1990s verse | l.eo d.icaprio as the fc will be used in this verse. ) / to be written.

𝖎𝖎𝖎. ( x. ) / to be written.

#* do not reblog pls.#this will def be updated and prolly even reposted. i barely had time today and tomorrow will be took up too so i just threw this out bc i #needed to get SOMETHING up for a pinned post for temporarily

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killmongerthiskoochie · 6 years

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Michael B. Jordan at the Drama Actors Roundtable (The Hollywood Reporter) (x)

#mbjedit #michaelbjordanedit #mbjordanedit #dailymenedit #flawlessgentlemen #michael b. jordan #michael b jordan #mbj #dailymarvelkings #celebritiesandmovies #pocedit #mancandykings #myedit #mine #pls do not add to gif hunts #pls do not repost #credit appreciated if used

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rozcdust · 2 years

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Murder on my mind

Pairing: Petshop trio x gn!reader

Genre: Crack, Soulmate AU

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Canon divergent, ooc, violence, bodily harm, suggestive, profanity

Synopsis: Your soulmate is a fucking asshole and you’re absolutely tired.

pt. 1 | pt. 2

Now, you weren’t a particularly violent, or even mean person, in fact, you were an epiphany of an angel compared next to Ran and Rindou.

You did, however, promise yourself you’ll curb stomp your soulmate and make the fucker eat concrete as soon as you meet them, because Jesus fucking Christ.

They’re a fucking douchebag.

Some people have cute soulmate connections, like first words written on their skin, or a timer, or a birthdate, or one of their eyes matched those of their soulmates, or a mark where your soulmate will first touch you, but no.

Of course you couldn’t get that, of course it couldn’t be sweet and simple.

You got the worst fucking option possible.

You get your soulmate’s injuries.

And your soulmate was some fucking asshole that either did some sort of martial arts, got their shit rocked as a profession, or just got injured for fun because you’ve been black and blue since you were goddamn 11.

Sure, you got some minor bruises or cuts before that, but everything got worse at 12, but by the oh-so-old age of 15, you got so familiar with the ER staff that they gave you an affectionate nickname of ‘Aw poor baby’ and let you wrap up the cuts yourself, only occasionally jumping in to help if you got a broken bone or something that needed a scan.

All the radiation probably caused some brain damage, but you chose to not think about that, because you were absolutely focused on plotting your soulmate’s demise.

You were honestly tired of your face, ribs, legs and stomach being constantly bruised, the skin knuckles of your knuckles perpetually torn and bruised, the inside of your mouth bleeding randomly and at worst time possible.

Thank whatever prankster of a God there is that you didn’t get the pain from the injuries, because that would have actually made you go insane and probably send on a hunt to murder your soulmate, or get them locked away somewhere where they couldn’t fucking do whatever the fuck their dumbass thought they were doing.

Your parents were absolutely not pleased to find out tattoos also counted as injuries when a tiger tattoo appeared on your fucking neck at the tender age of 13.

Needless to say, your soulmate deserved to get their shit rocked only for the amount of makeup their dumbassery forced you to buy to look at least somewhat presentable.

And let’s not even mention the number of times you had to explain to a concerned passerby that no, you weren’t being abused at home, you just had the worst soulmate connection possible.

You got slightly worried for your soulmate when randomly got a stab wound in the middle of a school day, but you got it treated fast and now you just had a scar to remind you of that one terrifying evening of your mother sobbing and cursing out your soulmate, no one certain if you’d make it, but you did, thankfully.

Your annoyance only grew when at 15, another tattoo appeared on your ankle, a message from Satan himself apparently.

‘Lmfao pls get me a matching neck tattoo bestie <3’

Whoever the son of a bitch was, you were going to make them regret the day they were fucking born.

You did get them their stupid tiger tattoo, just asking the tattoo artist to trace over the one you already had, which hurt like a bitch, thank you very much, but you did add a small message, getting it tattooed on your hip.

‘Go fuck yourself, I hope you choke on air’

The injuries stopped for the most part by the time you hit 24, getting replaced by cat scratched and an occasional bruise.

Then hickeys and scratch marks on your back, because apparently your soulmate was a freak and made you suffer for it.

You were even more annoyed.

You’ll meet your soulmate and fucking kill them.

Baji realised he had two soulmates pretty fast, knowing the date on his ribs was Tora, and the timer on his wrist was for none other but Chifuyu, and honestly, he was pleased with that arrangement, even if Kazutora did almost kill him and even if shit did get messy when the two realised they were soulmates as well.

It took the three of them really getting into some bullshit to realise there was a third person, however, and honestly, Baji did feel just a bit bad for the poor bastard who had to get all of their injuries, while their own skin stayed flawless and pristine, clear of any bruising and scars that should have littered their skin.

He was also confused as fuck why is there a tattoo on his hip and neck, but Tora sheepishly explained to both Baji and Chifuyu that was kind of his fault, before proudly showing them the tiger tattoo he finally managed to get on his neck.

The issue was they all had the fucking tattoo now, peeving Baji just a bit because his poor mother almost had a heart attack, but Chifuyu helped him cover it with makeup most days, so Baji almost forgot he had it.

He was sure their soulmate was a bit happier now that they stopped getting into fights practically every day, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t feeling just a bit smug every time he made a hickey on Tora or Chifuyu, watching the mark vanish with the same fascination each time as if it were the first.

He only hoped their third soulmate was a calm person, because he knew that if it were him getting all of their injuries, he would have lost his shit a while ago.

Ran snickered as he stared at your neck, half-heartedly trying to hide it by burying his face into Kakucho’s neck.

“What the fuck is it?” You grumbled, annoyed, trying to enjoy a peaceful lunch, but failing miserably due to two factors.

One, Kakucho and Ran were an absolutely disgusting couple, seemingly never getting tired of PDA, even if Kakucho was more reserved, Ran had no issues being all over his boyfriend every chance he had.

You really fucked up by agreeing to third wheel.

And two, which sorta linked into one, Ran was a fucking menace.

“Your neck- It’s- YOUR FUCKING-“ Ran tried to get his words out, but due to his annoying and absolutely awful wheezing, it was not possible.

Kakucho only rolled his eyes, silently pointing to your neck as he chewed his food.

Getting out the small compact mirror from your bag, you flipped it open to stare at the hickeys and bite marks forming all over your neck and collar bones, each looking angry and painful.

You shoved the mirror into your bag, sighing in annoyance, and thanking God your work for the day was done, because you couldn’t have dealt with the stern looks your boss would have given you if he saw the shitshow currently happening on your skin.

“Fuck you too Ran.” You muttered, shoving the last bit of food into your mouth.

“What are your plans for the day, y/n?” Kakucho tried to change the topic, ignoring Ran who was at this point crying from his manic laughter.

“Gotta drop by a pet shop to buy more food for Yuki.” You wiped your mouth, sighing as you pulled your blouse up higher, buttoning up the last button in an attempt to cover your soulmate’s current bullshit.

“The one by the station where you usually go to closed already.” Kakucho shrugged, now pushing the still wheezing Ran off of himself.

You groaned, burying your face in your palms.

“There is one on our way to work, we can give you a ride?” Kakucho suggested, pulling his wallet out to pay, and apparently momentarily going deaf because he fully ignored your complaints that it is your treat.

“I’ll fucking pay.” You tried to wrestle the bill out of his hands, but he only stared at you, unimpressed, “Fuck you and your fucking muscles, you fucking manwhore. And sure, a ride would be lovely.”

Kakucho nodded, finally growing bored of your weak attempts as he swatted your hands away, pulling Ran up as he left a few yen bills on the table.

The ride was filled with Ran bullying you, and you strangling him in a chokehold from the backseat as Kakucho weakly tried to make you stop without crashing.

They bid you a goodbye as you jumped out of the car, flipping Ran off and thanking Kakucho.

You glanced at the working time displayed on the shop doors, and thankfully, you still had half an hour before they closed.

You felt just a smidge bad, but you couldn’t let your dog starve, so you opened the door, the chiming of a bell notifying the three men of your presence.

One jumped up from behind the counter, approaching you with a smile.

“Welcome! My name is Chifuyu, how may I help you?”

“Hello, sorry to come in so close to closing time but I need food for my dog?”

“Of course, do you know what brand?”

“Uh, hold on, I have a photo of it somewhere on my phone, give me a second.”

The man nodded, patiently waiting for you to find the photo.

The other two were preparing for closing, the black-haired man cleaning the counter as the man with a turtleneck and his blonde and black hair put up in a ponytail put away the few cats who were playing in a pen into their cages.

“This one?” You showed Chifuyu the picture, allowing him to take your phone and zoom into the brand name.

“We do have it in the back, wait here please!”

You patiently waited, observing the turtleneck dude putting away the cats as he cooed at them, allowing them to hop out of his arms into their cages.

One cat however, was being a fussy bitch, clawing to get out of his arms.

“Hey, Maru, be nice, I have to- Maru- OUCH!” He hissed, letting go of the cat to observe the scratch on his arm.

“Are you o-“ To your horror, before you could even finish your sentence, the scratch marks disappeared off of his hand.

You almost dropped your bag when you went to pull up the sleeve of your jacket, observing as a few beads of blood formed, staining the edge of the sleeve of your blouse.

You looked at the man.

The man looked at you.

And you decided to do the rational thing.

Without a second thought, you flipped open the small pocket knife Ridou forced you to carry everywhere (“You’re a fucking wimp y/n, you need some protection”) and lunged at the man, making a gash on his cheek.

“What the fuck-“

The black haired man was on you in a blink, pinning you to the ground.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE-“ His yelling got cut off by you throwing him off yourself, your hand shooting up to touch your own cheek, and when your hands came off stained with blood, you knew.

This is the day you get arrested for murder.

“YOU ASSHOLE!” You pounced on the man with the ponytail, causing you both to crash to the ground as you rained punches on any surface of his skin you could get to.

Did you know you were only adding injuries to yourself? Yes.

Did you care?

Fuck no.

“YOU MADE ME BLACK AND BLUE FOR 13 FUCKING YEARS, YOU KNOW HOW ANNOYING THAT WAS? I SPENT MORE HOURS IN THE ER THAN AT HOME-“

“Hey, get the fuck off him-“

The black-haired man tried, but you punched him in the nose, making him stumble back, and in utter horror, you stared at him as blood started dripping out of your own nose.

Huh.

God really said fuck yourself, didn’t he?

“YOU TOO?” You jumped off the ponytail bitch to grab the black-haired man’s collar, getting into his face as you raised a fist, “DID YOU TOO DO DUMB SHIT SO I HAD TO GET YOUR GODDAMN INJURIES AND BRUISES-“

“Here is the food- What the fuck is happening here?”

Chifuyu stared at the scene, Tora on the floor, Baji’s collar in your death grip, your fist still hovering mid-air.

“I think that’s our third soulmate?” Tora muttered, rubbing his face, “That really hurt, ya know?”

You let go of Baji, kicking Tora in the ribs.

“DO YOU FUCKERS KNOW HOW MUCH MONEY I SPENT ON- Wait, third?” You looked up at Chifuyu, your glare darkening, “Did you do dumb shit too?”

Chifuyu sheepishly scratched his neck, a bashful smile on his lips.

“Maybe?”

“I will kill you. Oh my god, I’ll fucking kill all of you.”

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starglitterz · 3 years

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cynosure. (vii)

─── chapter 7 ! ~ bubble tea

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summary; you and xiao are genmates under the famed streamer company genshin impact. the chemistry between the two of you is undeniable, and your fanbases absolutely love your collaborations. but when you both start meeting up offline more and more, your connection starts to deepen past just harmless flirting and playful banter. with these real feelings starting to affect both your job and reputation online, how will you two react when your relationship becomes the internet’s cynosure?

a/n: apologies for the ugly formatting i needed space for 10 images so i removed the banners LMAO,,, hehe i hope u all like this chapter bc i certainly do (it went kinda far from my og plan LOL) also i forgot to add this but reading order is; 1 2 3 4

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scaramouche is a famous tea channel, he starts informs people about drama in the youtube community. his sources are usually untrustworthy but everyone believes him because he's pretty. has been cancelled numerous times but still comes back every single time, much to the chagrin of the poor streamers whom he sets his eye on to make his next video about.

feiyun slope is is the northeastern area in liyue harbour. in-game, wanmin restaurant is actually in chihu rock, but for story purposes it's now at feiyun slope since that's usually where business occurs in the game.

hu tao and yanfei were on a ghost-hunting date, they had stopped to take a break after quite a long time without seeing any ghosts and that's when hu tao texted in the groupchat.

xiao's contact name is tiny because of a joke w his chinese name that i mentioned in a previous chapter. xiao’s chinese name is 魈, read as xiāo and meaning 'demon’, but the word for 'small’ in chinese is 小, read as xiăo. basically if you mispronounce xiao’s name the meaning will change, and so y/n nicknamed him tiny bc of the word 小.

while yanfei says the username is 'genshin-impact-updates', the actual poster is 'gi-updates'. just take this as yanfei having a rare lapse of memory, pretend it's not bc i realised twt usernames can't be that long <3

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a/n; YOOO SOME DRAMA??? LMFAOKMDKSD also i dont know how bubble tea works so i cut out a whole part i had planned for this but! genesussy helped me out when i was asking qs in the discord server hehe 😎 ty genesis btw!! <3 besides that im sorry for delaying this chapter for like 700 years T_T i didnt have any time to write it </3 fun fact i nearly cried editing parts of this on mobile bc it was so laggy omg,,, but now that it's out, i hope u all like it !! also send me theories abt what u think will happen next or perish /j ily all, im abt to go sleep now (i just realised i always finish cynosure chapters late at night HAHA) so goodnight my loves ! or good morning when u read this ! either way i hope you like this chapter and continue enjoying cynosure <333

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dreaming-about-fanfictions · 3 years

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Dinner Is Ready II Dean Winchester x Reader Smut (18+)

Summary: You bring dinner for the two hunters but all Dean can imagine is fucking you senseless on that table. (18+)

A/N: My hand slipped.

Words: 1.8k

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (pls don’t try that home lol), dirty talk (a little)

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Dean doesn’t know what happened.

You joined the Winchesters on a specifically difficult hunt three weeks ago and even though Dean has obviously noticed how drop dead gorgeous you are, his body has never reacted quite like … this.

You walk into the Motel after getting some burgers for all of you, and shoot him a smile and it knocks the breath out of Dean’s lungs.

He can’t focus on his dinner, doesn’t follow the conversation between you and Sammy. He can only try his best not to stare too much at you.

He has had dinner with you countless times before. Yet, now the sight of you across from him, in your dark shirt that reveals a tad too much every time you lean forward, forces him to suppress a groan. When you take a sip of your drink, his eyes travel to the bare skin on your neck and he wonders how it would feel to suck on it, as you writhe underneath him. When you lick over your fingers at the end of your meal, Dean’s cock twitches.

“Not hungry tonight?”, your voice catapults him back into reality. You look at him, one eyebrow raised, and nod towards his burger which remains nearly untouched on his plate.

“That’d be a first,” Sam chuckles and leans back in his chair.

Dean clears his throat. You’re still looking at him and in his mind, he sees your eyes rolling back as you moan his name. He shifts in his seat. He was hungry. Very hungry.

Sam watches him with a confused expression before he shakes his head and gets up. “Anyways, if I go now, I might still get to the library in time before it closes.” He stands up. “Thank you for dinner, Y/N.”

You break eye-contact with Dean and smile at his brother. Dean can breathe again. “See you later then,” you say goodbye to him. The door closes behind Sam and the two of you are alone.

Dean doesn’t know if he likes that.

“Did I buy the wrong one?”, you ask then.

He shakes his head. “No, that’s not it.”

You tilt your head and lean back against the chair. Dean tries his hardest not to let his eyes wander down to your chest. “Then what is it?”

No reply. He can’t reply. Everything he’d say right now would be highly inappropriate and ruin whatever kind of friendship you have.

You watch him. His gaze is intense and you shift ever so slightly. You let out a quick laugh. “Are you gonna kiss me?”

His eyes widen for a second at your question until he realizes you were joking. Yet, he desires just that. If you only knew ...

“Dean …” The smile on your face grows more and more nervous. You reach for the bottle.

“I want nothing more right now.”

You almost choke on your drink.

Dean’s eyes darken with lust and he licks over his lips. “I want nothing more than to come over to you, bend you over the table, and fuck you until everyone in this whole damn building hears you screaming my name.”

Just as he thought. Highly inappropriate.

You stare at him, eyes wide. Dean sees how your breathing has sped up, your breasts heaving against the tight shirt. He wants to tore it off right now yet he needs to know you want this too and he didn’t just overstep every existing boundary on this earth.

“What are you waiting for then?”

It’s all he needs to hear.

He jumps up from his chair and closes the distance between the two of you with two long strides. Grabbing your chin roughly, he forces you to look at him before his lips crush against yours. He hears you gasp but is already drowning in the feeling of your soft body against his. When you moan, his tongue slips into your mouth, and he feels your arms around his neck.

He pulls you up from the chair and raises you up to sit on the table. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him close.

“Fuck, you’re so hard already,” you whisper as he presses himself against your body, and he groans.

“All your fault …” He pulls you into another kiss, rough and desperate, and exactly what both of you need. His lips travel down your neck, sucking on it just like he imagined a few minutes earlier, and each whimper that leaves your mouth causes him to grow even harder. By now, his jeans are uncomfortably tight around him.

As if you read his mind, he feels your fingers fumbling with his belt. When you finally open it, pull down his boxers, and he springs free - you gasp. It’s impressive. You carefully reach for his cock, your fingers enclosing it, and Dean moans softly. Your mouth waters as you feel him in your hand; heavy and hard, and you the thought of him inside of you, filling you up completely, dampens your panties even more now. Your fingers flick over the reddened tip, smearing the pre-cum down his shaft before you start to stroke him. Slowly at first, the sounds of Dean’s moans making your hips buckle forward ever so slightly. After a while you speed up - long, hard strokes accompanied by your occasional hum and whimper - and Dean buries his fingers into your hips, until he suddenly grabs your wrist, forcing you to stop.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he hisses.

You chuckle lowly and the sound resonates with him. He needs you. Now.

In a matter of seconds, your clothes come off. You barely have time to process it when simultaneously he lowers his mouth over your breast and slips his finger inside of you. You cry out.

“Damn, you’re so wet,” he mumbles and then his tongue flicks over your nipple. You grab onto his arm, scared you might pass out from the overwhelming pleasure. His hand moves quickly, pumping in and out of you, circling over your clit, pushing you closer to the edge with each damn moment.

Moans followed by incoherent curses and words leave you. Your head is thrown back, eyes closed, mouth slightly opened - in Dean’s eyes you look like the epitome of lust. A goddess in her purest form.

Your legs start to tremble and with a smirk he realizes that you are close. Each pump and thrust pushes you closer to the edge. Your breathing speeds up, chest heaving up and down, and your moans become more and more high-pitched until …

Until Dean stops.

Your eyes fly open, and whatever sentence you start to protest - it gets cut short and turns into a groan when you feel Dean’s cock at your entrance. He enters you in one swift movement and you cry out.

Both of you could have come right then and there.

He’s big, almost too big for you, and stretches you in the most delicious way possible. A mixture of pain and pleasure rushes through your body and you try desperately to hold on to his shoulders as he completely fills you up. Dean bites his lower lip. You are so fucking wet for him.

Dean fucks you hard. He can’t stop himself from doing so. He grabs onto your legs so tightly as he pounds into you that you are convinced, it will leave bruises later on. His lips search for yours and you drown in another hungry kiss. You hiss as he sucks on your lower lips, your fingers scratching over his back.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans and shifts slightly. Spots appear in front of your eyes as he starts hitting your g-spot. “So fucking tight for me …”

“Dean,” you whimper, not capable of saying anything else but his name over and over again. The small motel room is filled with heavy breathing and the sound of naked bodies slapping against each other - Dean is convinced that it can probably be heard outside even but he couldn’t care less.

All he craves right now is that sweet release only you can offer him.

His movements soon begin to turn sloppy, he is close, so damn close. One of his hands slips from your leg to your wet pussy, and you arch your back when you feel his fingers on your clit. The moans he draws from you are torture for him - all he wants is to spill himself inside of you, but he can’t. Not yet.

“Do you like that?”, he purrs into your ear and the way you twitch is answer enough. “Do you like getting fucked on this table?” His finger flicks over your nub. Your legs start to tremble again. “Oh, baby, you should see yourself … all wet and desperate … writhing underneath my touch like a dirty little-”

You come so suddenly, it takes both of you by surprise. Like a coil that snaps inside your stomach, he pushes you over the edge. You let out a loud curse and your eyes roll back. Your fingers bury themselves in his back and Dean knows it will leave marks later on.

Dean feels your muscles clench around his dick and he can’t hold back any longer. He thrusts into you ruthlessly until he follows shortly behind. He reaches around your back, trying to support the both of you, and not to crush you under his weight. His head falls forward against your shoulder as he comes with a shuddering breath, and releases himself inside of you.

You need a while to collect yourself. Stars dance in front of your eyes and you lazily stroke over Dean’s back. Both of you are still panting heavily as you rest against one another.

“Fuck,” you finally mumble and chuckle again. Dean smirks against your skin. “You should’ve told me that you were hungry for something else before I went out and paid for those damn burgers.”

A soft laugh escapes him and he lifts his head. Dark green, satisfied eyes look at you. “Fucking hell, Y/N …”

“Have I stilled your hunger?”, you ask him and give him a short kiss on the lips.

“Mhh,” he makes and slowly pulls out of you. The emptiness feels overwhelming. “Give me a few minutes,” Dean says, “and then I’m ready for dessert.”

He means to add something but just in that moment the door to the room opens.

Sammy.

“The library was already …”, he stops dead in his tracks and stares at the two of you, shock and confusion written all over his face, “ … closed.”

You shriek and turn your face away. Dean grabs your shirt and throws it on you, to cover at least something.

“I was gone for fifteen minutes, what the fuck!”, Sam exclaims. “And on the table?! You guys are disgusting!”

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futuremrsreid · 3 years

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Feel Better

summary: y/n is feeling like shit and spencer makes her feel better

Couple: Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: pure fluff, mutual pining, reader and spencer are not together but in love

CW: none

Word Count: 1,8k

Cases were always rough, it didn't matter what kind of unsub we were hunting at the time. Some cases were just rougher than the others. Like the one we just finished.

The killer himself wasn't as bad as others, it was things I saw every day. Prostitutes stabbed and left in the streets to bleed out. It was horrible, of course, but after years of working for the FBI you get better at blending it out. The really bad part about this case was the time it took us to catch him. 2 weeks, 7 victims in the time we were there. 23 victims in total.

By the time we were back on the jet, everyone just fell asleep like flies that dropped dead. So to say I was relieved when stepping into my apartment would be the understatement of the century. I felt restless, hungry, exhausted and everything in my body hurt like hell. All I wanted to do was make some quick food, get on the couch and pass out. Only that wasn't possible because there was a particular doctor stepping into my apartment right behind me.

It was Friday and that meant movie night with Spencer. It was a tradition we two had for over a year now and we only missed it on rare occasions like one of us getting shot. Although not even that stopped us sometimes. I remember the time I ended up in the hospital after a case and Spencer came visiting with one of my comfort movies in his hand. It was sweet really and I was so in love with him that I never missed an opportunity to spend time with him. So it was rare for me to have the urge to cancel, but tonight was one of those rare occasions. My neck hurt a lot which resulted into a really bad headache which led to me being in a really shitty mood. I didn't feel like having company at all, afraid I would get so annoyed that I snapped at him for nothing.

So that was the reason why I practiced my “sorry I'm too tired for movie night”-speech for 30 minutes, thinking about what I could say that would not sound rude or hurt his feelings, because I knew how sensitive Spencer could get, especially after a rough case like this one.

30 minutes of overthinking my words just for them to be washed away as soon as he came to my desk to ask if movie night was still on. In all honesty, I could never say no to Spencer, no matter what it was that he was asking of me. So I said yes. And right now I really regretted that decision.

But I pulled myself together, because this was Spencer, my best friend and the person I have been in love with for over a year. And I really didn't want to hurt him, so I tried to act as normal as possible.

“Do you want to eat something? It's not too late to order food and I'm starving”, I asked, a whine escaping me unintentionally. He noticed, of course he did, and him being the sweetheart that he is he tried to make me feel better.

“You know from all fast foods we like to eat pizza takes the least time to arrive because statistically making a pizza in a fast food chain only takes around 9 minutes and if we add the time it takes for the order to get through and the delivery time it will only take approximately 27 minutes for our food to get here, so why don't you take a shower and I’ll call the pizza place and pick out a movie?”

“Are you saying I smell?” I really didn't want to sound annoyed but I can't help it and unfortunately Spencer picks up on it.

“What - No! Of course not. I just know that showering always makes you feel better and since you're not feeling great I thought-”

“Spence, I was kidding.” Lie. “You're right, ordering pizza sounds great and I think I actually do smell so I will take a quick shower. No action movie pls”, I said and smiled up at him quickly before going into my bedroom. He's right, showers always make me feel better, which is the reason I joined him in a little less bad mood after my shower.

“Feel better?”, he looked up at me with an expression that is so uniquely Spencer that it makes me smile while sitting down next to him on the couch.

“Yes, a lot, thank you.” I watched him as he reached for the remote to start the movie. “Which movie did you pick?”

“Easy A. You told me it's one of your comfort movies a while back and I saw it in your collection.” I sighed.

“I really don't deserve you. Sorry for being in such a bad mood.”

“I'd rather spend time with a moody you than not spend time with you at all”, he said while smiling at me and started the movie.

We were an hour into the movie when I started to shift around uncomfortably. I tried to be subtle because I didn’t want Spencer to notice but it was hard. My neck started to hurt a lot more now that the starving feeling was gone.

“Are you okay?”, he asked while pausing the movie to bring his full attention to me. Something he always does when he thinks I'm unwell. Eliminating every distraction so that he can fully concentrate on me and as sweet as this behaviour of him is, it always makes me very nervous.

“I’m fine”, I tried to smile in a way that makes him believe me, but that never works. I'm a really good liar and pretender, but no matter how hard I try, he always manages to see through it.

“Does your neck hurt?”, he sat up straight, completely disregarding my lie to look for the truth on my face. I knew further pretending would be a waste of time and nerves which is why I just gave in.

“It does, yes, but it’s fine. I’ll just take some painkillers before I go to sleep.”

“You know, painkillers don’t make it better. They just stop the pain, but if your neck is tense and you just continue ignoring it, it will make it even worse. Do you also have a headache?” I just sighed, which already was answer enough for him. “Where does your head hurt exactly?”

“You know you're not a medical doctor right?”

“Just answer the question, y/n”

“Fine. Here and here”, I pointed at the back of my head and my forehead, rolling my eyes so hard my head hurt even more.

“Pressure or pounding pain?”

“Pressure.”

“Come here”, he said in a voice that was so soft I almost didn't hear him. He shifted on the couch and crossed his legs while looking at me waiting.

“What?”, I was genuinely confused because I didn't understand what he wanted. He opened his mouth to answer but closed it quickly and instead just grabbed my shoulders to position me the way he wanted. My back turned to him and so close that I was almost sitting on his feet. I was still confused though which was clear in my voice. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna try to get the knots out of your neck.” I turned my head to look at him.

“Spence it’s fine, you don’t have to-”

“Shush”, he interrupted me and put his hands on my head to turn it forward again. I wanted to protest more but all of my thoughts left my brain as soon as his fingers touched my neck. Spencer brushed my hair to the side to get better access which made me blush. At that moment I didn't trust myself enough to speak so I just let him do what he wanted. And to be honest, it’s what I wanted too.

His hands started to work over my shoulders first to relieve any tension there before moving to my neck. It hurt a lot when he started to put pressure on it and I winced.

“Sorry, I promise it will feel better once the knots loosen.” His voice was so soft that I almost forgot the pain. And he was right. The pain passed quickly and it started to feel really nice. I slowly relaxed and closed my eyes.

“See? Told you it would help.” I could hear his know-it-all-smile in his voice but I didn’t care. With his fingers working over my neck, his breath on my ear and the pain in my head slowly leaving I was pulled into some sort of haze. That is why I didn’t realize the small sounds of content I made or the way I leaned into him.

When all the tension in my neck and shoulders was gone he stopped and rested his hands on my upper arms.

“Feel better?”, he asked the same question as earlier, only this time I would not have to lie.

“Mhmm”, was the only response I was capable of at that moment and it made him chuckle.

Only then I realized how much I had actually relaxed into him. My back was against his chest and my head resting on his shoulder, my body shook with his. I panicked and wanted to pull away but before I was able to move he sighed and rested his chin on top of my head and his arms circled around me preventing me from moving away.

“You need to take better care of yourself, y/n. Next time something hurts, tell me.”

“Says the guy that would rather die than admit you're not feeling well.”

“I never said I'm a good role model. Because I'm really not.”

“No shit, sherlock.” I laughed and untangled my arms so I could lay my hands on his. The position was really awkward and kind of uncomfortable but I don't think either of us cared in that moment.

“You know, if you start telling me when you don't feel good I might start doing the same.”

“I’ll try.”

“You promise?”

“Only if you promise.” That made me laugh again. We were both so messed up and not used to opening up about our feelings that neither of us wanted to start, even though we both craved it so much. But someone has to start.

“I promise.”

“I promise too, then.”

“Good.” We continued to sit in that position for a few more minutes until he moved his head to place a kiss on the crown of my head.

“Do you wanna continue the movie?”

“Yes, please.”

We didn't change a lot of our position, we just both turned so we could watch the TV. It didn't take me long to fall asleep then, my head resting on his shoulder and his arms around me.

From that night on I never contemplated cancelling movie night again, because no matter how bad I was feeling, I knew Spencer would be able to make it better.

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wienerbarnes · 3 years

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Italian Heart

Pairing: Bucky x Italian!MobBoss!Reader

Word Count: 4,867

Warnings: canon level violence, possible inaccurate italian slang lol

A/N: ive been watching a lot of the sopranos lately and i feel like ive never seen a bucky x mob boss reader au (ive only rlly seen em where buckys the mob boss. if there are ones where reader is the mob boss PLS SEND EM TO ME I BEG) a lot of the slang and mob stuff here is from sopranos bc... im not in the fucking mafia so forgive me anyway enjoy :)<3

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Bucky’s never seen a woman quite like yourself.

Dressed in expensive satin and jewelry that hangs between your breasts, an angry look on your face at the fact you’re sitting before him and Sam in an interrogation room in the tower. Freshly done nails, clean and crisp lipstick, spicy perfume, and an expression of annoyance.

As put together as you look, you don’t look like someone to be fucked with. Which, he supposes is good for a mobster; the Boss of Newark.

Looking at you, though, he’d never thought you to be such a figure of intimidation. While the mafia is still alive, despite how the media tries to deny this, he always pictured an old Italian man that chain smokes cigars. He doesn’t think he’s too far off, to his credit; he can smell the remnants of smoke on you.

“Mind if we make this fast? My cousin’s comin’ for dinner and I was gonna make ziti.” You huff, crossing your legs under the table.

“Sounds delicious. Sorry for dragging you all the way out here.” Sam says, a calm look on his face even though he’s well aware of what you’re capable of.

When hunting down the last traces of the super soldier serum, he never thought Nick Fury himself would suggest getting in touch with you. He didn’t think it was worth the time to question how the two of you knew each other.

Theft. Drugs. Murder. Bribery. The list goes on, and there’s not a single thing that ties you to any of it.

A shrug of your shoulders, “So, what exactly is this about?” You ask.

“What is it that you do for a living?” Sam asks.

“I work in waste management.” You respond, a rehearsed answer.

Not exactly a lie, the environmental facility you manage is one of hundreds of covers used by your crew for your crimes. Environmental facilities, deli shops, strip clubs, auto shops. There isn’t a business in Jersey you aren’t tied to.

“Waste management? Like, garbage disposal?” Bucky asks, knowing exactly what it is you do for work.

You smirk, “Yeah, we dispose of garbage sometimes. What’s that got to do with me being here?”

“It’s to my understanding that you’re in the business of… buying and selling things. You and… the people you hang around got a real knack for it.” Sam tells you.

Bucky holds back a roll of his eyes. More like stealing and selling. Expensive Italian suits, antique watches, cars, electronics, illegal cigars. Who knows what else.

“I don’t know where you heard that… but I’m a popular gal, maybe I know a guy who might know a guy. What are you lookin’ for?” You ask.

You know this game, after being in the mob for so long. After being a part of your own crew for years, your patience and hard work paid off, working your way up to a captain and finally a boss. It didn’t take you long to learn in this business that government officials are jokes. Always wanting to bust my balls and then come crying to my corner for help, it’s a bunch of ugatz.

“Serums.” Bucky finally speaks.

A laugh escapes you, “What, like vitamin C?” You teasingly smirk at him.

His chair makes a loud sound in the small room as he pushes it back harshly and stands, resting his hands on the table in between the two of you. You don’t flinch.

“Enough with the bullshit. Super serums. To create super soldiers. We need to get them before they end up in the wrong hands and make a big ass mess.” He snaps at you, but you don’t seem phased in the slightest. In fact, you seem rather amused.

“You must have a lot of agita with all that anger, Sergeant Barnes.”

He doesn’t hold back this time and rolls his eyes before you speak up again, “Your first name is James, isn’t it? Ain’t that Italian?”

“No, it’s English. Or Scottish. Or Jewish - I don’t know, who cares? Are you gonna help us or not?” Bucky takes his seat again, crossing his thick arms over his broad chest.

“What’s in it for me?” You ask, leaning back in your chair.

“Not being arrested for all the shit we know you’re caught up in.” Sam offers.

You roll your own eyes this time, “I’ll take my chances. Thanks for wasting my time, boys, don’t let it happen again.” You stand, prepared to make your way back to the train station to go back to Jersey.

“Wait,” Sam stops you, “What is it that you want?”

You smile innocently and take your seat again, taking a minute to think before answering, “My little sister’s a big fan of yours. I’m sure she and all her friends would think it’s cool if you showed up to her prom as her date.” You wink at Sam.

Silence fills the room as the men think about your request.

“You’re gonna do it, right?” Bucky looks over at him and sees Sam rubbing the crease in between his eyes. He was expecting you to ask for immunity, protection, money, guns. But after hearing your request, he supposes you have enough of all that stuff anyway.

“Man -” Sam begins to refuse.

“Sam, it’s a fucking school dance in exchange for some of the most powerful and sought after serums on the planet - go to the fucking prom.” He tells him, eyebrows scrunching in confusion as to how he would hesitate on something so simple.

“She’s eighteen, so you won’t have any problems with the media or none of that.” You add, the information not really making Sam feel any better.

“Alright, alright, fine. I’ll go to the dance with your sister if you help us get these serums.”

You smile, happy to have done business with the two men, “What information do ya got for me?”

…

Bucky and Sam wait outside a back room in the facility you own. They passed the garbage trucks parked neatly outside, but could hear your screaming and the smell of Cuban cigars as soon as they entered the building.

She’s with a customer, they were told, by someone in your crew, them meeting Bucky’s expectations for mobsters more than you did. None of them ask any questions, but Bucky and Sam aren’t stupid, they’re sure your crew is aware of what’s going on and know the exact reason they’re there.

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that? The Bible says, Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit -”

“You listen to me, you take your Bible and your quotations book and shove it up your fat fucking ass! Now get the fuck out of my face!”

Bucky can’t help but scoff listening to you scream at whoever’s inside. Sam elbows him, silently telling him that now isn’t the time to find your work funny, especially not in front of the rest of your crew.

Bucky knows he’s old-fashioned, and while things that were taboo such as body modifications or certain fashion styles don’t phase him anymore, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to hearing a woman talk like that. He doesn’t think he’s ever even heard anybody talk like you do.

Suddenly a man bursts out of the room, huffing and puffing, and you walk slowly behind him, as if to make sure he makes it outside okay.

“Grab his plate for me, will you?” You say not to anyone in particular, voice smooth and calm as if you hadn’t been yelling and threatening that man’s life for the past twenty minutes.

One of the men from your crew follows outside, seemingly to collect the license plate of the man who just left.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to that guy, right?” Sam asks as he and Bucky enter the room, taking a seat in front of the desk you have in there. He knows there’s no point in asking, that you’ll do whatever you want regardless because it’s obvious you’re passionate about receiving respect, but it was worth a shot.

“Is that what you came all the way to Jersey to ask me? Christ, I’m fuckin’ starving, you boys want anything to eat?” You ask, accent heavy as you reach into the side drawer of your desk and pull out what seems to be some kind of meat wrapped in paper.

“Gabagool?” You offer to them, picking out a slice for yourself and placing it in your mouth.

“Gesundheit.” Sam responds.

“It’s pork, you asshole.”

Bucky silently reaches over and picks off a slice of the cured cold cut, putting the meat in his mouth and savoring the flavor. While he can’t stand the way you make a living or the sailor’s mouth you have, he loves Italian food, and actually chose a neighborhood in New York that has plenty of traditional cold cut markets and restaurants to live in in order to fulfill his cravings.

“There’s a big party staged downtown this weekend, we think that’s when the drop is going to happen.” Sam tells you, bringing the focus to their reason for coming here in the first place.

“I’ll send one of my boys.” You reply in between your chews.

“That wasn’t the deal. The deal was you get the serums.” Bucky speaks up.

“Buck, you know how many people want her dead?” Sam tries to reason.

“What the fuck do I have a crew for then? - No, if pretty boy wants me to do it myself, then I will. The same people that want my head are the same fucks who are terrified to be within twenty feet of me in fear they’ll make eye contact. I’m not scared of nothin’.” You say, narrowing your eyes at Bucky.

“What did you guys come here to talk about?” You ask.

Sam looks confused at your expression, “...To go over the plan? Hash out details? So you know how everything’s gonna go?”

“I’ll be fine; I’ve seen The Godfather once or twice,” You tell him, wrapping up the cappo, after Bucky picks off one last slice, and replacing it in the drawer, “Don’t worry Captain, this ain’t my first rodeo. I’ll get the serums for you.” You open a different drawer and pull out a cigar and a lighter.

Bucky watches as you place the large cigar in between your red-painted lips, bringing the flame of your lighter to the end and hollowing your cheeks until smoke exits from the corner of your mouth. Bucky feels blood travel south as his eyes glaze over your hand grab the cigar out of your mouth and blow out a long string of smoke.

“I guess we’ll be in touch then,” Sam stands and Bucky follows after.

“My sister’s wearing blue, so find yourself a nice tie.” You call out, lifting your feet up to cross them on the desk, dress rising and showing your legs.

Bucky blushes, and then laughs as he exits when he hears you, in a deep and more exaggerated accent than your own, “Just when I thought I was out… they pull me back in!”

…

The morning of the party, Sam and Bucky pick you up from your house, planning to take you into New York to discuss final details before tonight.

You get in the passenger seat, Sam offering it to you and climbing in the backseat. As Bucky begins to drive off, your phone rings.

“I told you to leave that.” Bucky says, telling you explicitly to leave electronics here to prevent anyone finding out where you are, and also to avoid any distractions.

“Wanted to see what you’d about it, Sarge,” You wink at him, pulling out a flip phone and answering the call.

“Yeah… Uh huh… He what? Are you fucking kidding me?... Alright… Tell him not to move a fucking muscle.” You hang up, slamming the phone closed.

“Stop at the facility for a sec, I gotta take care of something.” Bucky sighs and turns away from the route to head to your facility.

“Bucky’s going to be going with you tonight, by the way, he’ll be in disguise. Just in case anything goes wrong.” Sam tells you, not really caring anymore about having to make a stop for you to take care of whatever business you need to take care of.

Your only response is a hum as Bucky can feel the anger radiating off your now tense body.

You slam the car door shut as Bucky parks behind a garbage truck outside, not even waiting for him to fully put the car in park before you exit.

Him and Sam follow quickly behind you to see what’s going on. You enter through a side door that leads to a large room, a garage for the trucks, Bucky assumes.

There’s a large truck inside, and racks of suits wrapped in plastic scattered around. A younger man stands near the truck as your crew peruses around the racks, he couldn’t be older than twenty-five years old. Your heels click on the ground as you approach, slowing down as you glance between the suits and the young man. Bucky and Sam hang around a few feet behind your trail.

You stop, fuming, staring at the man before you speak, “You wanna tell me what the fuck happened?”

“I -” He begins, but you cut him off, raising an open hand at him.

“Actually, I don’t even want to hear your fucking voice right now. Because if what I heard you did is true; if what you did to Vinny’s guy is true, you’re gonna be a fuck load of trouble.”

“Can I -”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“But -”

“I said shut the fuck up, Christopher! What part of that don’t you understand?” You yell, and even Bucky feels intimidated.

You turn to your crew, “What the fuck happened.” You demand, more than ask.

“Kid says he tried to take the truck, Vinny’s guy had a gun that fell outta the seat, went off, shot him.” One of the men summarizes, not looking up from the rack of suits.

You raise a manicured hand to pinch between your eyes, “You keep me skinny, Christopher, with all the fucking stress you cause me.”

“Would you let me explain?” He tries.

“If you don’t do as I told you and shut your fucking mouth, you’re gonna be buried with two assholes,” You threaten before continuing.

“They were fuckin’ suits! All you had to do was take the truck! How did you fuck that up -” You stop yourself and sigh, attempting to calm yourself down.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna take all this shit, you’re gonna take it back to Vinny, and you’re gonna tell him what happened yourself.” You finish.

“Marone!” He exclaims, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Enough with the theatrics! You’re lucky I don’t put a bullet in your ass! Now, I don’t see you grabbing that rack and that rack and that rack and putting it back in the truck!” You wave your arms around the room.

The kid sighs and begins grabbing the racks one by one and rolling them back in the truck.

“Would it be such a shame if they all went back?” An older man from your crew asks, already wearing one of the expensive suits. You scoff and laugh.

“Bucky, pick yourself somethin’ nice for tonight,'' You turn to face him, and he jumps at the sound of your now calmer voice being directed at him, as opposed to the harsh one used on Christopher, “On me.” You wink.

...

Sam and Bucky sit on the bed and watch as you get ready. A small apartment near the party that’s already been swept for bugs. A favor, you called it, from someone you know.

They don’t question it.

“You and Bucky will go in together and I’ll be waiting at a secondary location watching and listening to everything.”

Bucky can’t tear his eyes away from your dress. A mermaid dress, he thinks it is, black and tight and hugging you in all the right places, curving around your ass and sleeveless at the top, allowing you to show off a nice necklace and your cleavage. It’s an understatement to say that he’ll enjoy accompanying you tonight, even if it’s in a costume.

His mother probably would’ve loved it if he would’ve gotten with someone like you. Someone who loves their family, a spitfire that wouldn’t take any of his shit, and whose god damn gorgeous. She might’ve had to wash your mouth out with soap, though.

“So, why is Bucky goin’ again?”

“Safety.” Bucky answers.

“Is he going for my safety or am I going for his?” You tease, finishing the last few curls of your hair, smoke coming from the iron after each time you pull your hair away from it.

“Once you find our guy, get talking with him and see if you can get him to make you an offer,” He begins.

“One I can’t refuse?”

“Then, you’ll try and get him alone, see if he’ll show you the serums, and once you do, we’ll be taking care of the rest.” Sam finishes explaining.

Bucky plucks a box from his pocket and opens it to reveal a pair of diamond earrings. One, a camera, and the other, a microphone. You’re also given a comm to hide in your ear so both him and Sam can hear everything and you can hear them.

“Easy - peasy.” You respond.

The ballroom is lively, loud music and people everywhere, and Bucky attunes all the action overwhelming him to a sweat and not that fact that you’re pressed up against him, his arm wrapped around your waist.

About a hundred different people come up to greet you, asking about your family, offering you drinks and food. Bucky can see right through all of them though; they’re all putting on the act out of fear. Everyone’s attention is on you, and Bucky’s sure if he wasn’t in disguise right now, no one would even notice.

You bring him to the middle of the crowd and he can’t be surprised when you start to dance with him, pulling at his arms to get him to loosen up. He complies, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close as the two of you move together.

“I’ll let you know when I spot him.” He tells you, voice causing goosebumps to rise on your neck; goosebumps that he notices but doesn’t point out.

It only takes a song or two before he spots who he’s looking for and sends you over, making sure your com is on, and choosing to stick by the bar, giving him a good view of you and allowing himself a break of having your body pressed against his.

He’s impressed listening to you talk to this guy, voice smooth and sultry, yet still commanding.

He knows there was a lot of talk when you took position as boss; not a lot of people in the mob took you seriously and didn’t think you or a woman in general would be good in that kind of position in power. So, you use that to your advantage to get shit done, and Bucky applauds you for that.

It’s not long before the guy offers to go somewhere more private to discuss business and Bucky follows far behind, Sam praising you through the coms from where he waits in the car outside, watching through the camera in your earring.

Bucky waits outside of a closed office door upstairs, listening to the conversation through the coms but hearing your exclamation through the door when the guys give you his asking price.

“5 mil each?! What do you take me for, some kinda stunad?”

“Take it or leave it.”

“Take it or leave it, yeah, I can put a bullet between your eyes and take it, alright.”

“Stop messing around and take the offer, it’s not real anyway!” Sam tells you, not wanting to lose their chance on the serums.

You ignore him prioritizing your need for respect over the stupid mission, “How do I know these aren’t Kool-Aid pouches poured in glass bottles?”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to test ‘em out for you.” The guy scoffs.

“Stronzo. You’re outta your fucking mind offering me that.”

“I’ll lower the price for you if you give me a little dance, how ‘bout that?”

“Vaffanculo.” You curse at him.

“Up yours, lady!” He yells back, and Sam sees through the camera, he grabs at you.

“Buck, get in there.” Sam tells him, and it only takes Bucky a second to kick open the door.

He’s a bit taken aback when he not only sees the case of serums out on the table, but you holding the man bent over the small table in the middle of the room next to the serums, gun held to the back of his head.

He very quickly decides that you’re fine and moves to grab the serums, closing the case and holding it securely in his left hand.

“Don’t kill the guy.”

You stay silent and Bucky looks at you again. He can almost see the steam coming out of your ears and he notices a small cut on your cheek bone. He looks down to the man’s cowering figure and notices a large ring on his hand.

You mumble something in Italian to the man, a threat of some kind that Bucky can guess given how the man shuts his eyes and shakes a bit under your hold. Sam finally enters the room, military grade handcuffs in hand.

“Feds are on their way, get her out of here.” He tells Bucky.

You slowly lift the gun off the man’s head and stand up straighter, walking over to brush past Bucky in the direction of the back door.

He makes eye contact with Sam and gives him a nod before following after you, watching as you scrunch up the bottom of your dress to replace the gun in an ankle holster. Once outside, he stops you under a street light near the car and raises his hand to look at your cheek.

“We gotta get going,” You swat at his hand.

“You’re still bleeding.” He says, using his thumb to brush away the line of blood, smearing a red tinge on your skin.

He looks into your eyes and for a second he sees the tough exterior drop. The face of someone who got smacked across the cheek all for mouthing off at some asshole.

Your vulnerability doesn’t last long, though, as you sniff and walk towards the car, opening the passenger door and sitting inside before Bucky can make it over there to open the door for you.

The drive back to the apartment is silent, and Bucky doesn’t know what to do or say to fill the silence. Stepping into the apartment, you immediately go to change and collect your things. Bucky moves to the bathroom to look for a first aid kit of some kind.

He meets you in the room and you’re now in cotton pants and a large t-shirt, sandals on your feet showing the bright red color of your toenails and the lines indented in your skin from how tight your heels were. You’re hanging up the dress and zipping it back in the cover when Bucky drops the first aid kit on the bed.

“Christ, it’s only a small cut.” You mumble.

“Just - Let me, would you?”

He takes out the liquid of disinfectant and soaks a cotton pad, cleaning off your cheek bone with it before covering it with healing ointment and a bandaid.

You don’t thank him when he finishes and he huffs as he closes the kit, “When do you drop the act, huh?”

“I don’t.”

“Really?” Bucky asks in annoyed disbelief.

“No. People tend to try and have me whacked when I drop the act.”

He sighs, “So, what, nobody ever takes care of you? Treats you? You don’t have any days off? Time to be yourself?”

“This lifestyle doesn’t really allow me to have days off, Sergeant Barnes.” You snap, gathering the dress in your hands and turning to face him completely.

“Take me home, I’m tired and my feet hurt.”

You leave him in the room and he waits an extra few seconds before dropping the conversation and following you out.

...

Bucky opens the back door to the environmental facility with his right hand and sees the door to your office open, you and your crew sitting together surrounded by cigar smoke and he can hear a TV on.

“Sir, please step into the vehicle.”

“Like the cop would be callin’ this asshole Sir if the fuckin’ cameras weren’t around!” You wave a hand at the TV, not yet seeing Bucky standing there.

He finds it funny that the gnarliest criminals - the literal Mafia - spend their time watching shitty, scripted cop shows.

It’s been about two weeks since the mission with you where you retrieved the serums. Sam went to prom with your sister five days ago, which was hilarious for him, especially when he got photo prints of different sizes in the mail at his apartment. He didn’t bother thinking about how you found his address.

One of the men sitting next to you glances his way and sees him standing there, smirking at the vision of him; hair combed slightly back and to the side, and a large bouquet of flowers in his right hand and a small paper box in his left.

“You got company, Boss.” He says.

You look over to the doorway and your jaw drops in an open-mouthed smile.

“Look at googootz! Now this is a man that knows how to treat a lady, are you boys paying attention?” You tease, scurrying over to him and pinching one of his cheeks, resting your free hand on his large bicep to guide him into the room, the rest of your crew ushering out to give the two of you privacy.

“What’s in the box?”

“Cannoli.”

You throw your head back with an exaggerated moan, “You know the way to an Italian woman’s heart, Sergeant Barnes. What’s with all the gifts?”

“Thought I’d treat you.” Is all his response is.

You narrow your eyes at him and stand up a little straighter, crossing your arms over your chest.

The last conversation before he dropped you off that night hasn’t escaped his mind. He understands the difficulties of life - how it’s hard to find time for yourself among the busy schedule that is existing. He catches himself sometimes, too, forcing his body to run with no sleep, burning through all of his energy until he’s completely drained and blaming it on life.

But life’s not always like that. Life allows for days off. For treats. For a bit of kindness. And Bucky’s come to show you just that.

“What, a beautiful woman like you never received flowers and pastries before?” He says, taking a half-step forward to be close enough to look you closer in the eyes.

“Are you flirting with me?” You whisper in amusement.

His eyes glance away from yours to look down at your red-painted lips. He gives you a shy smirk, really turning up the charm. For a big, bad, boss, you’re pretty easy to break down.

“Let me take you out tonight.”

“Maybe I’ve got plans.”

“Cancel ‘em.”

“What makes you think you’re worth canceling plans for?”

“Why don’t you trust me and find out?”

“You should know by now, Sergeant Barnes, that I don’t trust.”

He doesn’t respond for a moment, setting the box of cannoli on your desk before reaching his now free hand up to your face, using his finger to brush away a stray hair and push it behind your ear.

He then takes a hold of one of your hands, turning it over to place a kiss on the top of it, before wrapping your fingers around the flowers in his other hand, forcing you to take them.

“No restaurant you’ve been to a hundred times over, no drama, no business. Just a man trying to treat a lady.” You look down at the flowers before meeting his eyes again.

“I get to pick the place.”

“No.”

“The kind of food.”

“No.”

“The -”

“No. Let me take care of everything.” Bucky insists, determined to get you to give up control for the first time in what he can only imagine has been a very long time.

Bucky knows better than anyone how terrifying it is to give up control. It was terrifying when he was forced to give up control, his free will taken away from him in the war for decades upon decades, but it’s terrifying even now when he has to do it as a free man. It makes a person vulnerable. When was the last time you were allowed to be vulnerable for somebody?

“I’m gonna pick you up here at six. Wear something nice and leave the executive attitude at home.” He finishes, leaving you with the flowers and cannoli before returning back outside, ignoring the stares he receives from you crew who wait patiently outside your office.

He feels your eyes follow him at the door, and he can’t wait to sweep you off your feet tonight.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes mob au #bucky barnes x mobboss!reader #mob au #marvel #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes oneshot #even tho bucky wants her to give up control we all know he prob likes being yelled atin italian #and that the real reason he wants to take you out

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