#...to get to it while i have a still injured back lmao so fucking frustrating nothing is going right for me today

[coridallasmultipass]

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[24kmar]

Hiii! My bad i sometimes write like people can see inside my head to know what i mean 💀

The fight where tashi got injured and they grew apart from patrick yk?

Thank you and sorry!

Lmao dont worry love 🩷

𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 (A. Donaldson, T. Duncan)

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Can i ask you for some challengers angst? Where reader used to be with the group but the fight happend and they run into eachother in a coffee shop or something and they talk normaly.Then they ask for her number so they van talk more and the reader denies because she is much happier without them?Kind of when you let go of a toxic person.Thank uu

𝑶𝒐𝒉, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.

"Y/n/n!" You hear someone shout. A name only a certain group of people would call you.

Turning around, thats where you saw art and tashi. You never thought you'd be without them. But after what they did to patrick, you couldnt be friends with them. To much toxicity to handle.

"Art, tashi, hi." You breath out, not expecting to see them. Here, out of all places. Today out of all days.

"Its been so long." Tashi sighs hugging you.

"Yeah we havent seen you since..." art pauses awkwardly, bringing up the elephant in the room.

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊!

"Why are you doing this!" You yell at tashi, walking up to her and art while they're practicing.

"Doing what?" She spits out turning around to face you.

"Shutting patrick out!" You yell out frustrated.

"Y/n/n-" art starts, but not finishing as you cut him off.

"No, art." You turn to look at him briefly, then looking back at tashi "You're being so unreasonable, what the fuck did he do?"

Met with no answer, you got even angrier

"Answer me!" You yell out frustratedly

"Y/n/n-" art starts, getting cut off by you again

"What? Art. Literally what?!" You spit out, turning to him.

With a guilty look in his eyes he speaks, "were not trying to shut out patrick" he says softly, trying to reach out to grab your arm. To which you pulled away, "Really!? Cause to me it seems like you're ignoring him! When he did absolutely nothing! Whos next? Me?"

A question that was met with silence.

"Whatever" you scoff, walking away. Never seeing them again, ignoring every attempt they made to contact you.

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

"How have you been?" Art asks

"Ive been" you pause letting out a breath you didnt know you were holding "good, what about you?"

"We've been good" tashi smiles softly.

"I know, ive seen you guys win" you chuckle "im proud".

You had missed this, missed them. But you knew you couldnt go back to them. The dynamic extremely toxic. And still being friends with patrick, it wouldnt be fair. To either of you.

"We miss you" art sighs

"We should really reconnect" tashi speaks with a sad tone. They both missed you. They realized they fucked up. Like royaly fucked up.

"Guys i-" you start

"We used to be such great friends, and now we need that more than ever" art tries to reason

"I cant." You out, harsher than you intended.

"why?" Tashis brows furrow in confusion

"What we had was nice, yes. But, it was toxic." you chuckle breathly "Me and patrick are still close, i cant do that to him."

With a sullen look on their face they nod.

"I wish you guys well." You smile softly walking out of the cafe. This was it, the closure you needed. The end of your friendship.

[wawamouse]

Oh, and just so you know, I jotted down this bit of the expanded snippet before I read your wonderful fic with Miguel (freaking adorably and very believably) attempting to take care of Chico without pursuing receiving anything in return 😂:

“If you're just trying to get me into bed, sweetheart,” saying it all sly, like the asshole he was, laughter curled behind his tongue. Wasn't really laughing, though, probably because the adrenaline was wearing off, pain was setting in, and those ribs hurt like a bitch.

Miguel cut him off with a deadly dismissive look, complete with condescending tone. (Sure, they'd fucking kissed or whatever, and who the fuck knew what that made them now, but they were still this. Back and forth, humoring each other's stupid shit and cutting it off in turns.) “I'm trying to get you to rest, stupid. You think you'd be any fucking fun right now? Please, your ass can barely bend over.” –shit. That was maybe too fucking far–

Chico snorted, hand lightly landing to brace his side. “Oh, you mean you aren't going to selflessly take care of me this time ‘cause I'm so injured? That hurts, Miguel. Like maybe worse than my papercut.”

Oho? 👀 Snippet right in my inbox? 💖💖 Heh— Sure, they’d fucking kissed .. but they were still this. Absolutely! And that’s one of the fun things about writing them—their bickering :D Incessant, unrelenting back and forth 😵‍💫 Only time it really stops is when something is reaaaally wrong or happening. Obviously, Chico’s paper cut isn’t that (lmao, him downplaying it) :P

ALSO… AHH 👁️👁️ So this is post kiss? Mhm, I see… 🤝🏼 Laughing that we both characterised Miguel as immediately being on board (0 to 60 :D) and muttering about the logistics of fucking. Miguel! And now I realise that was a sort of joking observation but now I’m thinking about how that’s something Miguel and Chico have in common, actually: logistical thinking, that is. At least, I headcanon Chico as being that way. I mean, even that he has his Chico Math moments when he’s impatient and wanting revenge, I have to think that consistently being lieutenant in El Norte means that he’s in charge of planning the details and delegating, etc, for whatever the boss wants to get accomplished (and that generally speaking, he's not bad at it—except when it comes to plannning how to kill Miguel, who has more lives than a cat). That’s also where it’s fun to write Miguel and Chico teaming up for shenanigans post-canon or something like that, when they’re partners. They can plan things together and complement each other’s shortfalls… I’m reminded of your fic, “Following Frustration”, where you fantastically portray and delve into that aspect of their relationship, and how from Miguel’s POV, he finds value in Chico’s push back :)c ���also while I’m mentioning that fic, I want to repeat that I LIIIIVE for that scene where Chico’s trying to attack the mouthy new guy and Miguel is bodily holding him back! It scratches a little bit of that itch of wanting to see Chico just absolutely demolish some guy on Miguel’s (baffled) behalf at some point… I think that’s something you also mentioned previously in a post.

Ahem. Anyway! Yeaaah, there’s also something very fascinating about the dynamic of Miguel wanting to do something for Chico without expectations of reciprocation, especially in a moment early into things. Of course it makes sense in the context of both our fics here, because they have an established close friendship, but in set-in-Oz fics, I find there’s that tendency to writing an early relationship approach as being 1 for 1, quid pro quo, often as a safety net for them, because things are shaky, and there’s not only an undesirable implication to only giving and not receiving, but also a potential vulnerability or uncomfortable depth that would be exposed to just wanting to give… So, interesting! I'm intrigued as to what direction your expanded snippet (if you're still working on it 🤞🏼👀) goes in!

[anxi-aashi]

lullaby

aizawa shouta x f!reader

words: 2.6k

warnings: minor cursing, mentions of blood

summary: aizawa comes home injured from a night on patrol and discovers he is out of bandages. you, the nurse filling in for recovery girl, can help with that

a/n: this is my submission for @httptamaki's valentine's day love letters collab! i was @httptamaki's secret cupid (but you already knew that lol) so here it issss. this was actually my first time writing for aizawa so i hope he's in character lmao. enjoy your fluffy/hurt/comfort soulmate au! i hope you like it :)))))))) and happy valentines day!!!! <3

“Fuck.”

The curse was both out of pain and frustration. Aizawa thumped his head against his medicine cabinet. He could’ve sworn he still had gauze wraps from his last errand run, but the empty basket where they usually sat in his cabinet proved him wrong.

He leaned away from the cabinet after a moment, wincing in pain when the movement agitated the gash he had along his lower back. It, along with the similar one on his left shoulder, was currently wrapped in some scraps of his cloth that had been severed in order to stop the bleeding. The villain he’d encountered that night had a quirk that allowed him to use his hair to form weapons, and the guy was apparently partial to swords. After he took care of classes for the day, he would have to stop by Support to look into some new bindings.

Aizawa slid the door on his cabinet closed and did the same with his eyes, letting himself just breathe for a moment.

He opened his eyes. A glance toward the clock on the wall behind him told him it was close to 2 am. Recovery Girl was on vacation, had been for the past week, but even if she wasn’t the clinic should be empty. Aizawa huffed, jerked tight the cloth around his shoulder, and shuffled back out his door.

The pain in his back made the trip from the dorms to the main campus take longer than usual, but the cool air of the night helped to numb it a little. Trees and bushes rustled slightly in the wind and the street lamps glowed as he made his way to the entrance.

He pulled himself to stand up straight (or straighter) in front of the security cameras, not wanting to be called into Principal Nezu’s office for a lecture anytime soon. A quick swipe of his badge at the door, and he was walking the hallways to the nurse’s office.

He’d been at the school multiple times while it was closed before, but every time he came, it still managed to set him on edge. The campus had been broken into too many times for him to ever feel comfortable while it was dark. He kept his footsteps light, making sure there was no echo out of habit, leaving only the hum of the building to keep him company.

And, oddly, the hum of someone else singing as he approached Recovery Girl’s office.

Aizawa froze and moved to hug the wall by the door as quickly as he could without making his injuries worse. The humming grew louder as he crept towards the door that he could now see was open with light spilling out into the hallway. He peeked around the doorway and immediately held back the urge to facepalm. Of course this would happen to him.

With Recovery Girl out for the time being, the school had hired someone as a substitute, someone Recovery Girl had personally vouched for: You.

Even though you’d been filling in as the school nurse for a week now, he hadn’t met you yet. You both had very different schedules, and Aizawa made sure he never missed his naptime during the lunch break, so there wasn’t any chance of you crossing paths. Of course, Hizashi had done his part by pointing you out to him every time he saw you in the hallway, but that was the extent of his knowledge on you.

As he felt his mind wandering, the gash in his back decided to remind him of its presence with a violent throbbing. Aizawa grimaced and sucked in a breath through his teeth. Whatever reason you had for being in the office at 2 am, he had to get you out of there.

While he dug around in his pockets, he idly listened to your voice. He didn’t know what you were singing, but he decided he liked it. You didn’t have the best voice, by any means— your voice cracked often on the higher notes and sometimes you were out of tune— but there was a warm authenticity to it. It was soothing.

Finally, he pulled a cheap pen out of his pocket. If someone were to ask him when he put it in there, or if it was even his, he wouldn’t be able to tell you, but at that moment, it was exactly what he needed.

Aizawa retreated back away from the door to hide in the darkness, reeled back his uninjured arm, and tossed the pen down the hall.

The pen landed with a clack! that echoed off the walls as it bounced and eventually skidded to a stop on the floor.

Your humming stopped. Within a few seconds, he saw you peek around the doorway, just as he had done not five minutes ago. You looked in the direction he had thrown the pen first, and he mentally applauded your hearing. He patiently waited for the moment you would cross the threshold so he could sneak in and grab what he needed. In and out without ever being seen, that was his plan.

You let out a quiet tsk and promptly shut the door.

Aizawa stared. He could feel the need to bang his head against the wall growing in his chest and he clenched his jaw tight to prevent another profanity from slipping out. As many times as he preached safety and precaution to his students, he couldn’t help but wish that you were just a little bit stupider. Just for this time.

But his pen still sat at the end of the hall, and you had shut the door. His whole body ached to just turn around and go to sleep, but he knew from previous excursions that his wounds couldn’t be left untreated. His plan was screwed.

He sighed and trudged to your door again, no longer attempting to quiet his footsteps. Stopping fully in front of it, he raised a fist and knocked.

It took a few seconds for you to answer it, but the reason why was given to him when you opened the door hunched over in a defensive position, a syringe clutched tightly in your other hand.

You relaxed when you noted who he was, so he assumed you recognized him. The crinkle between your eyebrows smoothed out as you straightened up, but when he met your eyes, he saw the confusion in them.

“Aizawa-sensei,” you greeted. “What are you doing here? It’s almost 3 in the morning.”

“I could ask you the same,” he deflected, putting off what he knew he had to do.

You raised an eyebrow and his non-answer, but your gaze darted over him briefly and your face slackened. “Is that… your blood?” you asked, referring to the droplets on his cloth bindings draped around his neck.

He looked down at it. “This, no, but um… I do need a roll of bandages,” he said.

“Oh my god,” you muttered under your breath, pulling him inside by the arm. Unfortunately, you didn’t grab the right one.

“Ah,” he hissed, tensing in pain.

“Sorry! Where is it?” you rushed out, cleaning off a place for him to sit on one of the cots in the office and looking at him over your shoulder.

Aizawa gestured to the shoulder where his wound was, and then added, “Also my back.”

“Okay okay, go ahead and sit,” you ushered while guiding him over to the cot. He plopped onto the mattress, holding in a groan at the shock it gave his back gash. When he looked back up at you, you were staring at him expectantly.

He raised an eyebrow at you in question, to which you replied as bluntly as possible, “I need you to take your shirt off.”

“Oh, right,” he answered, mentally reprimanding himself while he carefully shrugged out of his top and removed the binding cloths from his neck. Had he lost more blood than he thought? Obviously, you needed to be able to reach the wound in order to treat it.

You walked over to wash your hands at the sink built into the counter while he maneuvered around his top, your white coat shifting with every vigorous movement of your arms.

Aizawa dropped his shirt and wrappings in a pile next to him on the cot, leaving his torso bare by the time you turned around patting your hands dry with a paper towel. He was expecting you to gather what you needed to fix him— he knew he needed stitches for the main two cuts at least–but you grabbed cotton balls and disinfecting alcohol and headed straight to his side.

You took a seat on his left, raising a hand to his shoulder still wrapped in his bloody cloth scraps, and lifted your eyes to meet his. “I’m going to take this off, okay?”

He gave you a small nod, and you got to work.

He watched you out of the corner of his eye. Your touch was careful but practiced, and the cloth was off his arm with little to no additional pain on his end. You took a beat to inspect the line that traveled in a clean swipe down his shoulder to his tricep, then poured some alcohol on a cotton ball and began cleaning the area. The crinkle between your eyebrows returned as you concentrated on your task. Aizawa found that studying your face was a good distraction from the stinging, even though he had patched himself up enough times that it didn’t bother him anymore. You were pretty.

The thought led his ears to flush faintly, though they were covered by his tangled hair. Aizawa had always been thankful that he wasn’t a strong blusher, but his hair was an added protection.

By now you had finished cleaning his arm, and set the used materials aside, except for one bloody cotton ball, which you pressed to your finger, tinting it in red. You cleared your throat. “Okay, I’m going to have to touch the area now. It might hurt a little.”

Aizawa went to ask why, but you must have seen the question on his face before he could voice it because you said, “My quirk. I have to touch your blood—” you raised your bloody finger— “in order to heal you. It won’t take long, I promise,” you assured.

Judging by how you explained it, he had a feeling that was not the first time someone had asked you that. He huffed a sort of laugh through his nose at the thought and nodded to you again, then added a verbal “Okay” after he realized he may have been nodding at you too much in the short time he’d known you.

You gave him a quick, close-lipped smile, and pressed a finger to his shoulder.

Aizawa watched as the gash began to sew itself together, eventually sealing shut in a matter of seconds. When it was done, the only thing he felt on his arm was the soft touch of your finger.

You pulled it away after you noticed yourself lingering a bit longer than acceptable, clearing your throat again and not meeting his gaze. Aizawa hid a smile to himself as you abruptly stood up. “I’m going to do the same thing to you back now, okay?” you declared, already walking around the cot.

“Thank you,” he responded, voice coming out more gravelly than usual.

“Mhm—”

You stopped; both your footsteps and your voice.

He turned the best he could to see if you were okay, only to find you standing frozen, staring wide-eyed at his back.

This made him pause. Was the cut worse than he thought? It definitely wasn’t painless, but he thought he’d dealt with worse before. Or did you… find his back attractive? No, maybe it was the first one.

Only it was apparently neither.

“Is that… this is probably going to sound really inappropriate I’m so sorry— Is that your soulmate tattoo?”

Aizawa blinked. How had he forgotten about the line of music that strung along the bottom of his shoulder blade? “Oh—” he reached around to touch it— “yeah.”

The room went silent.

“Have you… met them yet?” you asked, your eyes still trained on the notes.

He looked at you, apprehension building in his gut the longer you stared. “No.”

Your eyes snapped to his, and he couldn’t tell if it was fear or disbelief he saw. But instead of saying anything in response, you shrugged your lab coat off and lifted your shirt to bunch just under your chest.

There, along your ribcage, sat the same line of music that was inked on his back. The same notes that he had spent hours staring at twisted in front of a mirror when he was younger, even though he couldn’t read it.

“You’re—” he started.

“I mean, I think so,” you finished.

The silence that stretched between you wasn’t as suffocating as the last, but even so, it wasn’t long before you blurted “I should—” and quickly crouched behind him to unwrap the bloody cloth there and repeat your process.

Aizawa was quiet as you worked, still processing the revelation that had just happened, but he made sure to say “Nice to meet you,” so you wouldn’t get the wrong idea. He could practically feel you relax after that, and the quiet that resumed was more comforting because of it.

After an hour and some small conversation here and there, you had managed to heal all his surface abrasions and even a few bruises that were noticeable. He felt as good as new, aside from fact that he was in desperate need of a shower and a good twelve hours of sleep. He almost fell asleep on the cot while you threw away all the used supplies, but you woke him up with a good poke to his shoulder. That was when you offered to walk him back to the dorms.

“To make sure you don’t pass out under one of the lamp posts mid-way,” you had said, but he had a feeling with the way you kept a slow pace with him on the way back, that you just wanted to drag out this encounter a little longer. Aizawa found he didn’t mind. He hadn’t known you for very long, and by all accounts, you were still a stranger, but he liked listening to you come up with random conversation starters to pass the time, and the air almost seemed a little warmer with you next to him.

“I have a question,” he asked as you approached the doors to the dorm building.

“Yeah?”

“Our tattoo—” he caught your smile at that— “do you know how to read it? What it sounds like?”

You nodded, looking slightly embarrassed. “I actually learned to read music just so I could.” Your shoulder lifted into a shrug. “Maybe I can sing it for you one day,” you added boldly still avoiding his eyes anyway.

He laughed under his breath at your odd display of forwardness and shyness. “I would like that,” he agreed.

Your eyes brightened as they met his again, a grin stretching across your face. “Cool! Um, I’ll see you soon then, I guess?”

Aizawa nodded. “Goodnight,” he bid you.

“Goodnight,” you returned.

Just before he closed the door behind him, he heard humming from outside, and he glanced back to see you singing to yourself the same tune he’d heard earlier that night. He wondered if it was the same song that was painted on his skin.

[halsteadlover]

𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: No.

• Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing, slight mention of gunshot.

• Summary: After you get injured at work your boyfriend finds it difficult to touch you, afraid of hurting you. Maybe a little incentive could help.

• Word count: 5635.

• A/N: Please read this only if you're 18+. First of all I'm so sorry for this long ass imagine don't come at me pls😭. So this is my first attempt to write smut and I'm really nervous and embarrassed about posting this lmao, let me know what you think. Thank you everything and for the feedback given so far, feel free to ask me anything. Love y'all so much. Stay safe and wear your masks! 💞

It wasn't the first time you were shot while chasing a suspect, but it was the first time you nearly risked your life. A bullet had punctured your pulmonary artery and you would've bled to death if the paramedics hadn't arrived in time. After four months your wound was almost completely healed and you were finally ready to go back to work. You never thought you'd miss chasing criminals and shooting them so badly.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, didn't seem to be as happy about your return as you were. In fact, he thought it was still too early and that you needed a little more time to heal completely. You couldn't help but notice how overprotective Jay had become towards you in the last few months, he treated you almost as if you were a crystal ready to break sooner or later.

You were grateful that you had Jay, who really cared about you like you were the most important thing in his life but as time went by this started to exasperate you. He did nothing but ask you how you were, if you needed anything, he didn't let you clean anything or cook either, there was a time when he even took you to the bathroom. No matter how many times you assured him you were perfectly fine, he didn't believe you and thought you were just faking it. You knew it was just his way of protecting you, that he blamed himself for failing to stop you from being shot, and you hated you couldn't reassure him, stop him from worrying so much.

“You don't seem too happy Y/N,” Kim said looking at the frown you had on your face.

“Right. You didn't miss us?” continued Hailey.

You chuckled. You, Hailey and Kim were in the break room as the three of you drank coffee. You took a sip before answering. “Of course I missed you, God I was going to lose my mind at home.”

“Okay so what's going on?” Hailey asked, looking at you with a confused look.

You let out a sigh. “It's just... Jay is so overprotective, we had and argument this morning because he didn't want me to go back, at least not right now.”

“But it's been four months and the doctor gave you the green light.”

“Yeah... But try to explain it to him,” you said in a frustrated tone “He treats me like I'm gonna fucking break sooner o later.”

“He just worries about you Y/N” Kim stated.

“Kim he almost doesn't kiss me anymore and I'm not joking.”

“Oh so that's what's going on then,” Hailey said as she looked at you trying to hide her laugh.

“What?”.

“Our little Y/N just wants some dick.”

You laughed but didn't actually answer that statement, silently agreeing. You hadn't had sex for more than four months and Hailey was right, you were starting to get a little bit frustrated, even if a little bit was a huge understatement. You and Jay had an intense sexual life, he was one of the most insatiable men you ever men so it was hard for you to understand how he could he keep it in his pants for so long. The only thing you knew was that you wanted him and you wanted him so bad.

You snorted and Kim spoke. “Have you talked about it with him?”

“Are you kidding me? He barely touches me, let alone talk to him about this.”

“How is he supposed to know how you feel if you don't talk to him?,” Hailey said “Men are stupid, they don't understand something unless you explicitly tell them.”

“True” Kim said.

Before you were able to say something, Antonio entered the break room. “Girls sorry to interrupt you but we have a new case.”

“That's a real welcome back gift” you ironically said before leaving the break room with Kim and Hailey. Your eyes met Jay's green one and you sighed and rolled your eyes, as soon as you saw the way he looked at you, like he was studying you, trying to see if you were okay. You still haven't forgotten about the fight with Jay that morning and you tried as much as you could to ignore him.

You were about to step onto the passenger seat of the SUV when you felt Jay's hand gently grab your arm, turning you towards him.

“What?” you blurted out “We have to go now.”

“Listen... I'm sorry about this morning Y/N, I know I overreacted. I'm just worried, I don't want anything to happen to you.”

“Nothing's going to happen to me Jay, you have to forget what happened because I did it, these things happen with our jobs.”

“I know but...”

“But nothing Jay you know that, it wasn't the first time and unfortunately it won't be the last. I worry a lot about you too but I don't make your life impossible for this.”

“Damn was I really that pain in the ass?”.

“If I had to measure it on a scale of 1 to 10 I’d say 23.”

He laughed. “I'll try to calm down, promise”. Damn, it was hard to stay mad at him when he was smiling at you like that. “Will you forgive me?”

“Hmm I don't know.” you said trying not to smile.

He gently grabbed you face with his hands and pressed his lips on yours in a little sweet kiss. That simple contact was enough for you to set your body on fire. God, you missed him so much it was becoming impossible to bear.

“I love you so much. Let's go now,” Jay said, breaking away from the kiss as you tried to deepen it and walking over to the driver's side of the car. You took a deep breath, trying not to kill him.

“I fucking hate you” you whispered through gritted teeth, throwing him a dirty look.

“Did you say something baby?” he asked before getting into the car, looking at you with a confused look.

“No, let's go,” you said, getting into the SUV and slamming the door with perhaps a little too much force. You didn’t know if Jay was really this stupid or if he just acted like that because there is no way he didn’t notice how frustrated you were.

Let’s see if you can still resist Halstead.

You thought it would be nice to give him a little incentive to make him understand it.

At the end of the day Jay was literally on the verge of exploding. You kept provoking him every chance you got, they weren't very explicit actions, rather innocent touches and strokes. But the way you casually stroked his arm, or the way you put your hand on his chest and made it go up to his stomach as you blinked while looking into his eyes and talked, or how you put your hand on his thigh as he was driving, your fingers ‘accidentally’ touching the crotch of his pants, fuck, Jay thought he was going crazy at any moment.

“Y/N you better stop teasing me right now, I'm not playing,” he warned you trying to pay attention to the road as you continued stroking him.

“I don't know what you're talking about baby” you innocently stated, biting you lip while looking at him.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his knuckles now white due to the strength with which he gripped the steering wheel. And that's how you made him go to interrogate a suspect with a fucking boner in his pants. Jay thanked the Lord you were the one to interrogate the man because he couldn't think straight at all. He was too focused on trying to cover himself with his jacket.

He normally had a hard time resisting you and after almost four months of not touching you he was totally losing his mind and it would have been a little easier if you hadn't provoked him like this. He knew you were doing those things on purpose to drive him crazy, it was enough for him to see the amused and satisfied look on your face to understand it.

But despite this he wouldn't have touched you until he was sure you were okay, teasing or not.

After a hard day at work – hard in every sense - Jay was sitting on the couch watching TV while you were taking a shower. No matter how many times you had sent him clues about joining you, Jay had ignored them by saying he had already taken a bath. You were in front of the mirror as you were snorting, your patience now at the limit and the sexual tension skyrocketing. How was it possible that after a day of teasing he hadn't made a move towards you? He looked so unbothered as he watched TV and sipped his beer, like nothing had happened. How was it possible that after four months of abstinence he was so calm? You sure were about to have a breakdown.

The reality was that if you had been able to read minds, you would have been shocked by the thoughts running through Jay's head. His eyes did nothing but run through every inch of your body whenever he had the chance, his mind trying to remember what your naked body looked like, projecting images of him taking you in every possible and imaginable position. God, he missed it. You had noticed the way his body stiffened as soon as you approached him or how he kept waving his leg imperceptibly or tapping his fingers on the arm of the sofa, how he seemed to undress you with his eyes every time you passed him and how he adjusted himself down there from time to time trying to pretend nothing happened. So why the heck didn't he make any moves?

Then it means I'll switch to heavy artillery.

You went back to your room to get dressed, snorting as you saw Jay still sitting on the couch. When you pulled the lingerie out of the closet you found yourself praying it still fit you. You breathed a sigh of relief after wearing it. You looked at your figure in the mirror, observing the way in which the black fabric perfectly wrapped your body. The set consisted of 3 pieces of bralette, thong and garter, in scalloped floral lace connected by an adjusted-strap and V-strings. The fabric was soft, lightweight and comfortable and you couldn't help but feel like a bad bitch.

Damn, I'd be a lesbian for me.

After you wore a silk black robe, you left the room and headed to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine and a glass. As you passed Jay, he tried to stay calm as he noticed the robe you were wearing and your bare legs. He took a deep breath and tried to ignore you by returning his gaze to the TV. You took the remote and turned it off.

“Y/N what are you doing? Why did you turn it off?” he asked giving you a confused look.

“I just want to spent some time with my boyfriend, am I not allowed?” you ironically asked. He looked at you as you confidently stand in front of him.

“Sure, what would you like to do?”.

Oh baby you have no idea.

You opened the bottle you were holding and poured a bit of wine in the glass. “Just talk… Drink some wine,” you said before seductively bringing the glass to your lips and taking a sip of the wine, never breaking eye contact with Jay. His gaze continued to travel along your body and a small grin appeared on your face when you saw him take another deep breath.

“Hmm delicious,” you said as you took another sip of wine “You want some?”.

Jay couldn't figure out what you were doing, if it was a way to seduce him or not because if that was the case, sure as hell you were succeeding. He kept looking at you as if dazed while you raised an eyebrow waiting for an answer.

“What are you doing Y/N?”.

“I'm not doing anything Jay, I just asked you if you want some wine,” you said “So?”.

He was silent for a couple of seconds before answering. “Just a little.”

“Oops,” you said with fake surprise “I forgot to take another glass”

“I can get one.”

“No,” you replied. He looked at you with his brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what the hell was going through your head.

Jay saw the way your lips came up in a grin. Shit. He frowned when he saw you drink the liquor again as you approached him with slow steps. You settled between Jay's spread legs as he continued to look at you mesmerized and confused at the same time. With your right hand you gently lifted Jay's head, looking into his eyes, the wine still in your mouth. With your thumb you gently stroked Jay's lower lip, noticing how your touch made him wince, his chest rising and falling quickly, breathing accelerated. Jay's lips parted slightly, his mind clouded by your proximity.

Fuck.

He didn't know what was going on, what you wanted to do but, damn it, whatever it was he didn't want it to ever end.

Your fingers pressed slightly harder on Jay's chin, as if inviting him to open his mouth. He caught the clue when he saw your face getting even closer to him. He opened his mouth and nearly had a heart attack when you poured the wine. He felt his dick almost explode as you stuck your tongue out and seductively licked his lower lip, biting it but not kissing him. Jay swallowed the wine and, shit, he didn't know if it was that or the fact that he drank it straight from your mouth but it was one of the best liquors he had ever drunk in his life.

“Y/N you better stop fucking with me right now, you have no idea what you're doing,” Jay warned you, his voice low and sensual as he tried not to show how fucking horny he was. But you understood, damn it, seeing Jay's expression on his face made every second of that sexual tension worth it.

“I know exactly what I'm doing baby,” you replied. You bit your lip, a gesture that made him even more excited “Do you want more?” you whispered while your eyes were fixed on Jay's full, rosy lips.

“Y/N” he warned you again, unable to look away from you, the green of his eyes nearly gone due to his dilated pupils. The smirk you gave him nearly made him come into his boxers. Fuck, how could you be so beautiful and sexy? Jay almost felt his head spin with excitement and did not know whether to listen to his mind or the erection he had in his pants.

“I asked you a question baby, do you want more?” you asked, ignoring his warning. He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath, as if he was trying to control himself, his hands clenched in two fists, his jaw set. He opened his eyes and nodded, totally enchanted.

You took another sip of wine from the glass you still had in your hand, your eyes never leaving Jay's. After you finished the wine you put the glass on the coffee table, before cupping his face with your hands and pouring the wine into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath “You have no idea what you got yourself into Y/N.”

“Oh is that so?” you asked, seductively batting your lashes at him, your mouths only few inches apart. God you wanted to kiss him so bad but you had to remind yourself what was your plan. There was no chance you’d give up that easily.

“Y/N… Baby… Please, you really don’t want to do this to me right now, not after I haven’t touch you in so long, trust me.”

“You did a great job though, you don’t even look at me anymore like you used to.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Do you even realize how hard it was for me to resist you during all this time?”

“Really?”

“Yes damn... Yes.”

“So you miss me? You miss touching me? You miss fuck me Jay?” you whispered, your hands still cupping his face as you kept caressing his cheeks, his lips.

“Fuck yes… I miss you so fucking much Y/N,” he spat, on the edge of exploding. He grabbed your ass with both his hands, no longer able to keep them for himself. You didn’t know how you managed to not moan, God, you missed so much his hands on your body.

“Why didn’t you show me then? You’re lying?” you asked “You know baby, facts speak more than words”.

You let out a heavy sigh when Jay pressed his fingers harder on your ass. “Don’t play with me Y/N, I’m the last you should have games with right now. You know damn well how fucking hard you make me even with a glance, you know I behaved for months to let you heal, you were shot and I didn’t want to hurt you, you know I always want you.” You understood it, you really did, and you appreciated so much that he cared about you but you would’ve appreciated even more if he had fucked you.

You gently grabbed his hands and pulled them away from your body, getting a confused look from him. “I'm totally healed baby, let me show you,” you said biting you lip, taking two steps backwards.

When you opened the robe and dropped it to the floor Jay almost collapsed on that couch. His mouth dropped open when he saw what you were wearing, his eyes traveling along every inch of your body as if he were trying to memorize every single detail.

“Holy shit…” he murmured stopping as if he was trying to find the right words but the truth was that no existing word could even closely describe how fucking good and hot you looked, “Fuck… Y/N you look… God damn...”. He was so speechless. Fuck if he had missed seeing it you body. His hands were closed in two fists as he tried to keep himself from touching you all over, his chest rising and falling quickly from the accelerated breathing. Jay didn't even know how he still sat, as other times he wouldn't think twice about bending you over and fucking you until you forget your name, but there was something that intrigued him, he wanted to see what you had in mind. You tried not to giggle at the sight of him settling down continuously on that couch as if he couldn't sit still, you could tell he was having a hard time.

“Do you like it?” you asked, placing your hands on your chest and sliding them slowly down your body as Jay seemed to explode. He didn't answer you, he was totally mesmerized as he looked at you and you were sure he didn't even hear you. He only seemed to come to his senses when you sat on him, your hands traveling along his chest while your eyes were on his beautiful face. You could perfectly feel how hard it was under you and that was enough to make you combust.

“Y/N you have absolutely no idea what the fuck you're doing right now.”

“I want you Jay, you don't want me? You don't want to rip this off me and fuck me hard?” you whispered into his ear before kissing him on his neck.

“Fuck yes I want you so bad, you have no idea what I’d do to you right now but I can’t, you... Holy shit...” he slightly moaned when you tighten your thighs around him, colliding your hot and wet center against his hard erection.

“Listen to me Jay,” you said gently grabbing his face with your hand, your mouth only few inches away from his “I'm not going to bed tonight without having an orgasm first, so either you fuck me or you’ll sit here and watch me as I come all over my hand.”

Those words were the breaking point for Jay. Before you were able to understand what was going on, his mouth was already on yours as he devoured you in a deep, passionate kiss. The taste of the wine, mixed with Jay's, made you totally lose your mind. Fuck. The way he made you feel even with just one kiss was something you’d never get used to and God only knew how much you missed him kissing you like that.

One hand grabbed your hair in a fist forcing you to bend your head back as he bit and sucked the skin of your neck, not caring about leaving marks, while the other hand took one of your breasts and began to grope it. “You're gonna fucking regret this baby, you won't be able to walk for a week once I'm done with you.”

You felt your stomach twist at those words, you couldn't even quantify how much you missed hearing them and, God, that light of pure lust in Jay's eyes, you couldn't describe how you felt at that moment.

In one motion Jay made you stretch out on the couch under him, his hand around your neck as he stuck his tongue in your mouth. It was such a passionate kiss, full of desire, desire to possess the other. You were all one, a set of tongues, bites, sighs, hands that traveled along the body of the other.

“You enjoyed teasing me all day didn't you? Testing my patience. You fucking knew what you were doing," he whispered as the hand that used to be around your breasts was now between your legs. You let out a moan as Jay touched you over the lace of your panties, his fingers drawing imaginary circles on your clit. “Fuck I've missed hearing you like this”. You were a mess under him, panting and moaning, your lips curled in a slight smile as you enjoyed his touch of him. “God baby you're soaked,” he said sliding two fingers inside you “You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now.”

“Jay oh my fucking God...” you moaned, your eyes closed as his fingers kept pumping in and out of you, curling up to hit your G-spot. The way Jay knew your body so well was something that would always surprise you.

You let out a whine and instantly opened your eyes when he suddenly stopped touching you. “What-” you were about to say but stopped as soon as you saw Jay already between your legs.

“Jay” you complained again when he slightly touched your pussy with his hand.

“Patience baby, patience” he whispered, tilting his head forward and starting to sow kisses along your inner thighs. He kissed, licked, bit your skin, until small marks appeared on it. You thought he would finally give you some pleasure when Jay brushed his lips on your sensitive core, but disappointment made its way to your face when he started kissing and biting the inside of the other thigh instead.

“Jay I swear to God I'm going to fucking kill you” you muttered, on the verge of losing your mind. You didn't miss the smirk he had on his lips.

“What do you want?” he asked, his eyes fixed on yours as his fingers deliberately brushed your intimacy. He couldn't deny that the way you wriggled under him made him lose his mind.

“You Jay, please... Touch me.”

“As much as I like seeing them on you, let's take these off first, okay?” he asked, while his finger played with the hem of your panties.

“Yes… Yes,” you replied frantically, making Jay laugh. You almost had a heart attack when he literally ripped them off you. “For fucks sake Jay those were expensive!”

“I'll buy you another pair” he said as he looked at you with a hungry and eager look. It was the same look a predator had before devouring his prey.

“Shit...” Jay muttered completely ecstatic “You have no idea what you do to me Y/N”.

“Show me then,” you whispered, the seductive tone in which you said it almost made Jay cum in his underwear.

“I'll make you feel so good,” Jay said as he reached down between your legs again, his fingers starting to touch you “Fuck you're so wet.”

You felt your soul come out of your body as Jay started licking and sucking your clit. “Oh shit…” you gasped, trying to suppress your moans, but damn, it was so hard as Jay was literally making you stars and galaxies.

“Don't you dare hold back, I want to hear you scream my name.”

“Fuck” you moaned when Jay inserted two fingers inside you, him noticing how you tilted your head back when he touched that magical point inside you

“Holy shit baby,” he murmured ecstatically “You're so fucking wet... Look at the mess you're doing.”

“Oh yeah... Shit Jay... Ah” you continued to moan, unable to formulate a complete sentence. Jay's tongue kept licking and sucking you like his life depended on it.

“God damn how I've missed this.”

Your legs had encircled Jay's shoulders, your hands in his hair as you pulled and involuntarily pushed him more and more towards you, your back arched.

“Your mouth Jay, God you always make me feel so good” you moaned, your eyes closed as you were on the verge of a collapse. It was so intense and beautiful, you couldn't resist anymore.

“You taste so fucking good baby,” Jay muttered with pleasure. Seeing you so lost in pleasure, your head thrown back, your hands pressing his head against you, your thighs gripping him, the way you moaned and screamed his fucking name... He swore he never seen and heard nothing sexier in his life. He grabbed your ankles firmly forcing you to keep your legs open as he continued to eat you out like you were the best meal he ever had.

“Oh fuck! Yes... Yes right there Jay,” you moaned, your mind completely in another dimension as you continued to enjoy the feel of Jay's mouth and fingers giving you pleasure. You felt that you would no longer be able to resist, the orgasm that began to built up in your lower abdomen. All that built up sexual tension, Jay's fingers and mouth… They were too much for you.

“Jay I-I'm...” you said stopping when a loud moan escaped your lips.

“I know baby. Come for me, come all over my mouth. You're such a good girl,” Jay murmured, noticing with pleasure the way your legs were shaking and the way you tightened around his fingers. This was enough for you to explode into one of the most beautiful and powerful orgasms you have ever experienced. It was so intense, so strong that you felt your vision cloud for a few seconds, your muscles twitching.

Jay didn't even give you time to recover from that orgasm that his mouth was already on yours. Your hands were in his hair as he kissed you passionately, your taste still on his tongue.

“If you think I'm even remotely done with you, you're very wrong love.”

“I would have been disappointed,” you said with a grin on your lips as you slid the t-shirt over his head, then throwing it to the ground. Damn he looked like a freaking Greek god.

“Are you sure you're okay?” Jay asked before continuing, a hint of concern on his face as he looked at you.

“Absolutely baby. I'm fine.”

“Promise me you'll stop me if…” he was saying but you cut him off by pressing your lips into his again.

“I promise. Now fuck me Jay.”

Jay didn't make you repeat it twice. Without any effort he spun you so that your back was facing him, the side of your face pressed against the couch, your ass up. God, you hadn't even recovered from the first orgasm that Jay had already undressed and now he was naked behind you as he grabbed your hair in a fist and turning your head to the side so he could kiss you. He rubbed his tip against your entrance, making you tremble and shudder beneath him.

“Jay please” you begged him, his lips now kissing and biting your neck, your shoulder. Without even giving you time to understand what was happening, he entered you with one strong thrust. The strength was enough to push you forward but Jay held you steady against him with his grip still around your hair. You both gasped at the sensation.

“Oh fuck... god baby I missed this so fucking much” he groaned as soon as he entered you “You're so wet fuck… Always driving me crazy.”

He began to move his hips, his thrusts strong and vigorous as if he were trying to vent all the sexual tension that he had accumulated in those months. “Oh my god Jay yes!”

“That's it. Fucking scream my name baby, let everyone hear what only I can do to you” his eyes closed while pleasure ran through his veins “Fuck Y/N I'm not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that” he said in a low, guttural moan. God how much you missed hearing him moan like that.

“It's so good Jay fuck... I missed you so much” you could barely say as nothing came out of your mouth but moans, gasps and sighs. “Ah... Yes, yes, yes, fuck right there” you loudly moaned when he hit your G-spot. God your body seemed to be so perfectly made for him, how you welcomed it, the way he moved his hips, he knew how to please you, which points to touch to make you lose your mind.

Jay leaned slightly over you releasing the grip around your hair and pulling it back as he held your throat while he continued to thrust in and out of you. “Such a good girl,” he whispered in your ear “Taking my dick so perfectly.”

If you thought you were on the edge of a cliff, those words pushed you right into the abyss. Jay knew perfectly well the effect he had on you when he talked to you in such a dirty way. When you thought you couldn't take anymore, Jay was able to prove otherwise by increasing the thrusts as he pushed deeper and deeper into you. The feeling was so intense that you almost felt yourself exploding, your eyes watery as the pleasure ran through every fiber of your body. You wouldn’t have been able to resist further, you felt that orgasm was about to overwhelm you.

“Jay... Oh fuck I'm...”

“Yes baby I can feel it... Shit!” he loudly moaned when he felt you tighten around his dick. God he could barely hold it, he knew he was about to explode. “Come for me. Come all over my dick.”

The orgasm you had made you feel like a truck had hit you, one of the strongest and most intense you have ever experienced. You were sure that for an instant your soul left your body, your mind totally empty and light.

Oh my fucking god.

Your orgasm triggered Jay's who only needed other three thrusts to explode in an orgasm that almost made him see angels and heaven. His chest rose and fell quickly as he tried to control his breathing. You felt your legs completely jelly and you knew you wouldn't be able to get up even if you tried, you could barely roll over on your back, your gaze on the ceiling.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Jay asked you, his hand gently stroking your face. You looked at him amazed and bewildered at the same time. How could this man be the same who was fucking you mercilessly until a few seconds ago?

“Never felt better,” you replied with a satisfied smile on your lips. Jay pressed his lips to yours in a sweet, slow kiss, in stark contrast to the ones you had been exchanging until then.

“I love you so much Y/N you know that?” he whispered, a loving expression on his face as he looked at you, his hand still stroking your face and hair. You were so beautiful with your flushed cheeks, your eyes sparkling and your lips still pink and swollen from your impetuous kisses. God he felt so lucky.

“I love you too Jay” you whispered back with a stupid smile as you lovingly caressed his face.

“C'mon get up” he said before standing up and holding out his hand.

“I don't really think I can walk now,” you said making him grin. Look at that motherfucker, he was so satisfied. A little scream of surprise escaped your lips as Jay picked you up in bridal style. “Where are you going?”.

“You don't wanna get utis don't you?” he asked you with a raised eyebrow as he laughed.

Oh yeah… Right, you totally forgot that you had to pee.

“I'm taking you to the bathroom and then I'll take you to the bedroom and fuck you again. Like I said before if you think I'm remotely done with you you're very wrong, gonna make it up for all the time we lost baby” he said before giving you a kiss on your lips, making your insides clench and a smile spread on your face.

Your insatiable Jay was finally back and there was no need to say you were sure as hell you really wouldn't be able to walk the next day.

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Daydream

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So, I couldn't help myself. This is a continuation of my previous Bucky fic Insomnia because I just really enjoyed the dynamic between Bucky and the reader. I had a lot of fun writing this part and I love building things up between the two of them. If you guys like this or are interested in seeing more - please let me know! I love talking with people and hearing their ideas and such.

Much love xo.

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 2079

Warnings: cursing, struggles with mental illness, mentions of sex (nothing entirely explicit but better safe than sorry), alcohol use, and really poorly written jokes lmao

Fingers threaded into hair.

Hot, opened-mouth kisses marking every surface of your neck.

Nails trailing down his back leaving raised, red lines in their wake.

“Oh my god,” you groaned as you let your head fall back and continued to rock your hips into the man in front of you.

Strong hands tighten their hold on your hips, sure to leave purplish-blue bruises for the morning.

“C’mon, baby,” he grunted, face buried in your neck as he helped your body to grind against his, “I got you. Let go, fuck, let go for me.”

A pair of slender fingers snapped in front of your line of sight, tearing you from your daydream and bringing you harshly back to reality.

“Hmm, what was that?” You blinked a few times before you turned your attention to the redhead who you, apparently, had been having a conversation with.

“Are you serious?” She laughed, “I’ve been talking for the past 10 minutes! I looked over and you had that far off, glossy look in your eyes. Not to mention you’re bleeding.”

A hand found its way to your lower lip and you realized she was right. You had been so lost in wet dreamland that you chewed a layer of skin off of your lip. You hoped she didn’t notice the heat rising in your face as you cleared your throat, grabbing a tissue from the coffee table.

“Sorry,” you muttered, pressing the tissue against your injured lip, “guess I got lost in thought.”

“Is it one of those flashbacks again?” She asked kindly, facial expression softening.

You nodded quickly, knowing fully well that the statement was a lie. Your gaze drifted over the woman’s shoulder to the subject of your previous thoughts. It would be easier to explain the common occurrence of your PTSD than it would be to explain that you were reminiscing on the hot, steamy, passionate sex you had the night before.

Bucky was situated across the room, leaning against the counter as he talked to Rogers and Wilson. The unfortunately tight, black, short-sleeve t-shirt he was wearing left nothing to the imagination. It accentuated every muscle of the body you had gotten to know so intimately not more than 10 hours ago. His muscular arms were crossed at his chest and he was sporting his signature scowl. Everything about the sight sent a shiver down your spine. You finally had a taste and you wanted more.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Your friend’s voice gained your attention once more.

A small smile found its way to your lips as you met her gaze again. Apart from Bucky, Nat had always been a good trauma buddy of yours. From the beginning she had been someone you felt like you could confide in and someone who would understand your troubles. Sometimes you wondered if a requirement of joining the avengers was to have a fucked up, tragic backstory.

“I’m okay, Nat.” You reassured, “Just got lost in my head again.”

“Whatever you say. Maybe the party tonight will help you get your mind off of things,” She mused as she pushed herself from the couch to stand up. She paused briefly before she turned to you again, “you are coming, right?”

“Yeah,” you snorted, “Tony actually threatened me if I didn’t go this time, so, I guess I have to.”

After the last party you skipped out on, Tony cornered you in the hallway and gave you quite the interrogation. Then he went on a spiel about how staying in your room all day and all night was bad for you and that if he didn’t know better he would think you weren’t appreciative of what he’d done for you and blah, blah, blah. Tony really was a good person underneath all that hair gel. All he wanted was to help you break out of your shell and give you the family he knew you were lacking. That didn’t mean he couldn’t be a pushy asshole.

“Good, I’ll see you there. I’m sure Barnes will too.” A devilish grin painted her lips as she watched your jaw drop. Before you had a chance to say anything she was off down the hallway.

Fuckin’ Natasha.

*******

A pile of clothes littered your bed as you slipped another dress over your form. Not once in your life had you ever been concerned about what you were wearing or what you looked like, but there was something about tonight that made you want to turn heads. Your eyes raked down your figure as you twisted from side to side, admiring the way the black dress hugged your body in all the right places. Not to mention the thigh high slit in the dress showed off probably the only body part you weren’t self-conscious about. Tony, being the theatrical and over the top man he was, once said that you shouldn’t show up to his parties if you weren’t dressed to court a royal or to bring a man to his knees. Guess you were shooting for the latter.

As you put the finishing touches on your look for the evening, you felt that familiar heavy feeling settling into your chest. Your body always had a tendency to go into fight or flight mode when you became too familiar with anything or anyone. It felt like every fiber in your body was screaming for you to retreat into sweats and stay in your room, to not allow yourself this opportunity to enjoy the people you’d grown so close to. You know what happens when you let people in.

Grief, trauma, coping - it made it really difficult to live a “normal” life. Everyday tasks are daunting, it can be next to impossible to have intimate friendships or relationships, and not to mention the intrusive thoughts that infect your mind on a daily, if not hourly, basis. Here you were, the happiest you’d been in years. You were finally in a place where you felt loved, comfortable, safe - and yet your mind was trying to self-sabotage again.

You took a moment to close your eyes and take several deep breaths. When you opened your eyes you locked eyes with your reflection in the mirror and made a pact with the girl staring back at you. The intrusive thoughts and self-doubt couldn’t continue to have a hold over you anymore. You gave yourself a small smirk and nod as you made the decision to throw caution to the wind and give the party a try. What’s the worst that could happen?

*******

Come to find out, the worst that could happen would be your competitive nature overcoming the rational, thinking part of your brain; which in turn would lead you to enter in a drinking contest. Thankfully a small portion of your pink, smooth brain was still functional enough to tell you when you’d reached your limit. Now you sat comfortably on the couch, legs tucked underneath you as you joyfully watched your friends argue.

“Dr. Banner, my friend, you are one of the most intelligent people I know. However, you are wrong.” Thor stated simply as he finished the rest of his drink.

“Thor, for the last time, water is not wet!” Bruce retorted, throwing his hands up in frustration.

You let out a loud snort before thinking, “Oh yeah, water. I should drink some water.”

Your feet planted themselves on the floor and slipped back into your pair of shoes. As you made your way to the kitchen you were pleasantly surprised by your balance and coordination, considering how much alcohol you’d consumed. Seems that drinking with Thor has done wonders for your tolerance.

While you were busy searching the refrigerator for a bottle of water, you were also oblivious to the soft sound of footsteps coming into the kitchen. After retrieving the beverage, you closed the door and turned to leave. Instead, you turned right into the chest of a figure that was definitely not there a moment ago. You yelped as you clutched a hand over your chest dramatically, your face filled with horror as though you’d just come face to face with the grim reaper.

“Jesus Christ, Barnes!” you scolded.

Bucky was holding his abdomen as he leaned back, consumed with laughter at your reaction. You huffed and wanted to be offended, but he looked so damn cute laughing that you couldn’t help but join him. You pushed his chest playfully and grumped as you hopped up to sit on the counter, opening the water to gulp about half of it down. Bucky couldn’t help but grin at your pouty state as he finished up his laughing fit.

“My apologies, sweets. Didn’t realize I’d be makin’ ya scream twice in one day.” He teased, grinning even wider as he did so.

Your jaw dropped at the comment, quickly looking around to make sure no one else was in the kitchen to hear what he had said. After seeing that the coast was clear you kicked your foot at him out of annoyance, only for his metal hand to catch it smoothly. The two of you locked eyes, motionless for a moment before he moved closer, sliding his hand from your ankle to your thigh. In the moment, you damned yourself for choosing this particular dress. The closer he got, the faster your breathing became. The contrast between his cold embrace and your flushed, warm skin sent a shiver down your spine. Abandoning the water bottle, you ran your hands up his abdomen and chest until they rested on his shoulders. Following a small nudge from his knee, you parted your legs to allow him space to stand between them. The heat in your face at an all time high as he pressed his flesh hand to your cheek.

“Haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ about you.” Bucky whispered as he stroked the apple of your cheek with his thumb. Each word that left his lips had you feeling way more intoxicated than any liquor you’d had all night.

As quickly as it started, his touch was gone and his back was turned as he opened the fridge. Before you had a chance to open your mouth to ask what the hell just happened, Tony was entering into the kitchen.

“Well, well, well. Surprised to see you here, Annie.” Tony beamed as he laid eyes on you.

Yes, Tony had nicknamed you after little orphan Annie. Yes, he also referred to himself lovingly as Daddy Warbucks. Yes, any person in their right mind would probably be offended, but you were just fucked up enough that you found it kind of hilarious.

“Wish I could say that it’s a pleasure, Tony.” You grumped back, upset that you’d been cockblocked and by Tony no less.

“Never lose that spunk, kid.” Tony winked as he turned to see Bucky retreating from the fridge with a beer in hand. “Inspector Gadget! Good to see you too.”

As much as you didn’t want to encourage him, you couldn’t help but laugh. Much to your dismay, Bucky simply raised his bottle to Tony as if to say “cheers” and padded out of the kitchen.

“He has such a way with words.” Tony teased as you rolled your eyes.

A sigh left your lips as you slipped off the counter and back onto the floor, muttering a “goodnight” before leaving the kitchen and heading back to your room. Although you wanted nothing more than to find Bucky and finish what he had started in the kitchen, you came to the conclusion that you were probably too drunk and definitely too tired.

Back in the comfort of your bedroom, you went about your normal nighttime routine. As you exited the bathroom, you couldn’t help but notice a piece of paper that had been slipped beneath your door. Grabbing the paper from the floor and plopping back onto your soft mattress, you opened it to read the note that was scribbled in black ink.

Never got the chance to tell you how gorgeous you looked tonight. Gotta say, I’m a big fan of that dress.

Sweet dreams.

- B.

When you finished the note, it felt as though you were floating on cloud 9. Even when you laid your head down and tried to welcome sleep, Bucky’s words were still replaying in your head over and over again - like they were lyrics to your new favorite song.

Turns out you were down for Bucky Barnes, and you were down bad.

[lilhawkeye3]

give yourself to me

Jango Fett x fem!Reader

Rating: E |||| Word Count: 3200 |||| Before the Star Wars Prequels |||| AO3 Link

Warnings: lmao well I tried to be feral and this turned out kinda soft. Oral (fem receiving), piv, soft nicknames from Jango, restraints, overstim, no condom, uhhh "we almost died so now we're gonna fuck"

A/N: this idea stemmed from Elle's feral hours so this is for @escapedthesarlacc hehe. Also thanks to @chadillacboseman and @amukmuk for putting up with my need for validation :)

Jango growled in anger as the ramp to Jaster’s Legacy closed behind you both, sealing you in alone with him. You were breathing heavily from your race back to the ship, the bounty and entire base blown to smithereens behind you.

You were injured in your shoulder, shrapnel having caught you when you pushed Jango out of the way of the blast. His agonized shout still rings in your ears while you slump against the wall, staring blankly at his tense form raged into the cockpit, leaving you with the emptiness of your thoughts in the cold hull.

You’d… you’d never seen Jango act like this before, in all your months of taking bounties with him.

His voice pulled you out of your daze as he ducked back into the hull, rich brown eyes boring into yours. “What the karking hell were you thinking?!”

You blinked at him several times before what he said sank in. “I’m sorry?”

A muscle in Jango’s face ticked as he clenched his jaw. “You’re ‘ sorry ?’ You almost died, mesh’la !”

“So did you!” You snapped back, his ire fueling your own. “I– your back was turned, and even your armor can’t save you from tons of falling metal! I couldn’t let you die!” You rose to your feet and stormed forward to get into his personal space. The bastard simply tilted his head down to glare at you more easily.

“Rather me than you!” He growled, finally stepping towards you. You stumbled back towards the cold wall, hissing slightly when your back pressed the metal. Jango stalked your every movement, placing one hand next to your head and leaning down to properly face you. You found yourself unable to turn away from the burning intensity etched into his entire expression.

“I almost lost you,” he murmured in a low voice, reaching up with his free hand to brush his knuckles gently from your temple to your chin before stopping to tilt your face up towards his. “And I’d never…” He trailed off and your breath caught in your throat at the sight of his eyes flickering down to your lips.

You filled the silence that ensued as Jango struggled with his thoughts. “I can’t do this without you, Jango.”

“Ner kar’ta,” he breathed with wide eyes, and then he met you halfway as you surged up to kiss him.

Jango’s large hand cupped your face to him as you both battled for control, feeding all your frustration and hurt and heartache into each other. Your palms pressed flat against his chest plate as you leaned up into his embrace, cherishing his gasp when you playfully nipped at his lips. You whined in confusion as he pulled away to stare at you hungrily.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, baby girl,” Jango said fiercely. “You gonna let me fuck you until you forget your name?”

You forgot how to breathe as his offer filled the space between you. You’d often had dreams of Jango taking you in the aftermath of a successful bounty, or even just in the downtime of one of your hyperspace journeys. Now here he was, offering himself to you in the wake of his emotional confession.

How could you ever say no to the man you loved?

You raised one of your hands to press against his where it still was caressing your face. “Yes, Jango,” you smiled, shifting his hand so you could press a kiss against his palm.

He immediately pressed you back against the wall, his lips finding yours again fiercely. His tongue licked into your mouth, asserting his dominance and control over you. You willingly let him, wanting to lose yourself in him. His hands worked your belt, untucking your armorweave shirt and sliding his hand up your chest to palm your breast. His calloused thumb flicked over your nipple several times before drawing a moan out of you as he pinched it.

“So receptive,” he murmured against your skin as he let his mouth trail down to your neck while his other hand started pulling down your trousers.

“Touch me,” you gasped, arching your chest up into his hand and fumbling at Jango’s own belt and codpiece. It wasn’t fair– you were already so exposed to him and yet he still had a layer of armor and his flight suit keeping you from his skin. You growled in frustration and pushed him away, hurriedly working on taking off your own clothes. “Armor, suit: off now.”

Jango huffed at being ordered around but began to strip off his armor and drop it to the floor. “Yes, ma’am.” It was hard to concentrate on stripping your own clothes off when the first bit of Jango’s golden skin was revealed to you. He quirked his eyebrow at you after looking up to see your gaze on him as he unzipped his flight suit slowly, just to increase your frustration. “See something you like?”

You couldn’t help yourself from biting your lip in interest. “I might,” you teased as you wiggled your way out of your shirt. The few seconds of blindness had you squealing in surprise when you felt large hands slide down your sides. Once you’d freed yourself, you found Jango stripped to his waist and kneeling directly in front of you.

“Back against the wall, baby girl,” he rumbled, thumbs slipping under your waistband and sliding your trousers down your legs and off with your boots. “That’s it. Good girl.”

A whine slipped out of you at the unexpected praise, and you felt yourself grow wet just at the sound of it. But then his tongue ran up your folds and your knees nearly buckled and gave out. Your fingers reached out to thread into his thick hair and hold him closer against you as one of his hands gripped onto your waist and the other dipped between your legs, a pair of fingers teasing at your cunt as his tongue moved to swirl around your clit. You tried to rock your hips into him, seeking more, but his grip on you was firm.

“I want you to touch me,” you panted, your chest rising and falling as if you’d just run a race.

“Hmm?” Jango pulled away to ask, and you nearly came right then when you looked down to see your slick glistening on his face as he gave you a Cheshire grin. “Gotta be more specific than that.”

“I want you to fuck me with your fingers and cum on your tongue,” you blurt out, tugging him back towards you. A breathy laugh escaped you when he paused to nip at your inner thigh, but it blended into a moan as he delved back into your core.

He devoured you like you were his last meal, using his fingers to spread you open while his tongue lapped up into you. He had you pinned exactly where he wanted you. Between the metal wall and Jango’s iron will, you were trapped prey and entirely at his mercy.

You tried to watch him as he worked, but the moment he slipped a finger inside of you, your head tipped back against the wall and you let out a loud cry. It wasn’t enough, you wanted more. You could take more, and you said so.

“I know you can, mesh’la,” Jango murmured and he did follow through, slipping a second finger into your heat. “Show me, then.” His darkened gaze met yours. “Fuck yourself on my fingers.”

Oh, stars.

You whined as you followed his command, beginning to rock down against his hand. His thumb was positioned just so you would brush against it with each downstroke, and he swiped against your stiffened bud each time. He muttered encouragement as you continued to work your way towards your peak, your legs trembling more and more as you worked towards your orgasm.

“That’s it, baby. Cum on my fingers.”

“Yes, yes, Jango ,” you cried out as you came onto his waiting tongue, neck bared and back arched.

He didn’t wait a moment before latching back onto you, sucking on your clit as he curled his fingers within you. It sent a jolt of electricity surging up your spine, prying another cry from your throat. Your first orgasm hadn’t fully subsided, and his renewed attention on your sweet spot sent you tumbling into another wave of pleasure.

Jango rose up on his feet to lavish attention onto your chest as you came down, swirling his tongue around one of your nipples as his hands cupped your ass and lifted your legs around his waist. You gasped in surprise and wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he carried you off to his room.

He already knew his ship by heart. Now was his time to learn a map of you.

Before you knew it, Jango was already laying you back onto his bedsheets, his hands pressed on either side of your head as he began to kiss his way down your exposed body. You fought to keep your eyes on him as he glanced up at your face to watch your expression while he worked his way lower.

“Already blissed out for me, kar’ta? You gonna be able to take my cock?” He asked, rubbing his still-covered crotch against your wet cunt. You let out a quiet groan in frustration, wanting him to do something, anything, to help quench the fire that was still burning within you.

“Don’t tease me,” you whined, reaching towards Jango, but he tsk-ed patronisingly.

“Thought you were my good girl.”

Your eyes widened. “I am, no, I can be good for you!”

Jango chuckled at your desperation and reached down to his utility belt, pulling out a pair of magnetic cuffs. “Gonna prove it to me? Hands above your head.” He pressed a kiss to the inside of each of your wrists before snapping the cuffs shut on you and guiding your arms so you wouldn’t be in an uncomfortable position once the cuffs magnetized to the wall behind your head.

You watched with bated breath as Jango pulled back and kneeled between your spread legs, finally working on taking the rest of his flight suit off. Your mouth fell open in shock as his cock sprung free once his suit had made it to his mid-thigh. He was already leaking precum that left the thick head of his cock slick and shiny, and once he noticed your gaze was locked onto it, he began stroking himself with a feral grin.

“You like what you see, mesh’la?” Jango asked, smearing his precum over his shaft to prep himself for you.

“Just fuck me already,” you hissed. You wanted to rub your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure, but Jango wouldn’t allow it. “Unless you don’t want to anymore?”

Jango snarled at your challenge and practically ripped off the rest of his flight suit before pressing himself over you and down into the bed so he could kiss you. You pulled his bottom lip between your teeth to bite at him, knowing he’d like a bit of fight.

“Fuck me until I forget my name,” you whispered.

“With pleasure.”

You shrieked his name as he thrust into you in one smooth motion, hitting deeper than you even could by yourself, toy or not. Between his size, the way he throbbed within you, and the friction he gave you as his cock brushed against spots that had you shaking.

He slid one hand under your ass, tipping your lower body up towards him to reach even deeper within you. You couldn’t control the way your cunt pulsed around his cock, the way you gushed around him as he groaned your name when you clenched down on him particularly tightly.

“Feels so good,” you moaned, trying to keep your eyes locked onto Jango’s. He watched you with hooded eyes and a furrowed brow, pouring all of his energy into you right here, right now. He’d almost lost you without ever holding you close, feeling your skin under his, hearing you cry his name in pleasure. Making you see stars was the most important thing he could do in this moment.

“You feel perfect around my cock, kar’ta,” he moaned. “You’re perfect.”

His words rang with such sincerity that they brought tears to your eyes. He was yours. He wanted you. “Jango, can I cum? Please, I want to be good for you.”

“Cum for me,” he replied, his voice sounding strained for the first time all night.

Oh . You sobbed openly as you came hard around him, your ears full of white noise as your legs shook around his waist. Jango leaned down to pepper kisses to your sternum until the waves of your orgasm had subsided into aftershocks. Your head lolled to one side as you panted and recovered your breath, but you could feel his hard cock still throbbing within your cunt.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Jango promised and ground his hips into you, grinning with pride as you nodded and moaned.

He lifted your legs up onto his shoulders as he fucked into you, thumb under your bottom lip and fingers under your chin, tilting your head towards his face so you can’t avoid his gaze. His head bent down to nip along your collarbone, leaving a trail of marks to signify his claim on you. His other hand rubbed up and down your left leg like he couldn’t believe you were really here with him.

“Eyes on me, baby girl,” he rumbled. “There you go, good girl.”

“Jango,” you keened, fighting to keep your eyelids from fluttering shut as his cock brushed against something devastating within you. You try to let your head fall back as your cunt clenched around him, but his grip under your chin wouldn’t let you turn away. It had you gushing around him even more, whines falling from your lips as you flushed hotter under his intense focus.

“Gimme another one, mesh’la,” Jango ordered, thumb coming up to pull down your lip and slip into your mouth. You sucked on it without a second thought, letting it muffle your moans as Jango hitched your legs up higher onto his shoulders and thrust into you.

You felt the tell-tale coiling in your abdomen grow tighter as your legs began to tremble and your back arched up towards Jango. He kept reeling you in with each caress of his hand, each stroke of his cock, each praise that spilled free from him and filled the cracks in your soul. He was tearing you apart and putting you back together with pieces you’d been missing without even realizing.

Jango was what you’d been missing all along, but now he was here and he was never letting you go.

“Please, please, Jango, I–” You broke off into a sob as you lifted your hips to meet his, wrists straining against the cuffs keeping them above your head. Jango’s finger left your face and slid down your body to nestle between your legs and rub tight circles onto your clit. Your helpless cries tapered off into silent screams as Jango coaxed you higher and higher towards that tipping point.

“Let me see you, kar’ta,” Jango murmured, never looking away from your face while you quivered beneath him, your warm and wet core fluttering around him uncontrollably as you fell apart. “Come on, be my good girl.”

Your voice cracked when you whimpered in response. “Yours, yours, please...!” You’d already given him all you could, and yet here he was, still managing to wring even more from your blissed form.

“You can do it– cum for me,” Jango urged.

That was all you needed.

You saw white. A strangled shriek tore from your throat and your body tensed up underneath him, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein on Jango’s cock as he continued to fuck you through your high despite the way you clenched around him. The pleasure coursing through you was all too much, and Jango wasn’t showing any sign of stopping his sharp thrusts, and his thumb was still circling your clit, and and and–

The world was hazy as you tried to blink everything back into focus.

“-’ta? Kar’ta, are you alright? Talk to me.” That was Jango’s voice, but why did he sound so worried?

You shut your eyes and turned your head slightly into the warmth of his palm on your right cheek with a content hum. “Felt s’good,” you slurred softly.

“Stars , there you are.” The sheer relief in his voice had a rush of affection coarse through you. “Not sure where you went for a moment.”

“Wha’?” It was a struggle to open your eyes again, but this time you could clearly see Jango’s intense gaze as he studied you. Between the daze still clouding your mind and the gentle way he was handling you, you were almost convinced that this was a dream.

With every passing moment, however, more and more of your situation came flooding back to you. There were dried tear tracks on your face. Your throat was scratchy and parched. Every part of you felt boneless, except for your cunt, which was still throbbing around Jango’s softened cock despite how deliciously sore you felt… and then there was the way your thighs and the bedding under you were completely soaked.

“Did I…?” You tried to sit up to actually see for yourself what you already were beginning to assume had happened.

“You squirted all over my cock, kar’ta.” Jango sounded incredibly smug. His smirk grew even wider as you moaned in response to his words, your hips weakly bucking up into him almost instinctively. “Think I fucked you so hard that you blacked out.”

You whimpered weakly at this information, knowing it was true from the gap in your memory. There was no way you’d be able to be with anyone else after the way Jango had just fucked you into incoherency.

You moved to reach for him, but the cuffs still around your wrists kept you held back. “Jango…”

He mumbled a curse but readily reached up to free you, falling to the bed beside you and pulling you into his arms. “I got you.” You liked the way that your face perfectly slotted into the crevice of his shoulder and still allowed him to bury his nose into your hair.

“Can we stay here for a while?” You asked, voice muffled by his skin. Your arms tightened around his middle as if you could hold him close and never let him go.

“Yeah. We got time,” Jango murmured. You felt a gentle kiss against the crown of your head. “We got time.”

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Tags: @maybege @jango-fettish @janghoefett @catsnkooks @graaaaceeliz @anxiety-riddled-mando @anakinswhore @simping-for-fives @nelba

[shadowglens]

some preliminary sage timeline thoughts under the cut (warning: i am incapable of shutting up about her, so its really fucking long).

she runs away from her abusive ex-husband liam monroe six months before the wildfire outbreak, living out of her car working odd cleaning jobs to support herself and a three-year-old kit.

continues living on the road with kit post wildfire outbreak, scavenging and killing indiscriminantly and never settling, for about a year. it’s during this time that she gets her trademark facial scarring from a small group of drifters. i’m also tossing up the concept of her running into one of the main twd crew during this time, mostly just to cause drama later. 

about a year into the outbreak, kit is dangerously injured during a skirmish with a group of psychos on the road and sage herself is also badly hurt in the fray. a small scouting party of saviours intercepts her just moments after the gunfire stops, and in a desperate, reckless attempt to save her four year old daughter from bleeding out in the rain, sage offers herself to them. she meets negan a few hours later when she’s shoved to her knees at his feet, soaked in gore and rain and staring him down with more balls than anyone else at the sanctuary combined. 

he keeps her in solitary confinement for a week or so while kit is nursed back to health by the doctor, and initially negan uses her toddler as a bargaining chip to get sage to work for him. with few options left and after getting tired of running, sage begrudingly agrees. she’s given her own quarters after that.

negan bluntly offers for her to become one of his wives within a month, but sage outright refuses and nearly tries to kill him for even suggesting it. she’s valuable to him though, with her clear skills and lack of ties to the outside world, so when the slap she throws at him rings through her quarters, he just laughs and scolds her for the petty outburst.

a few weeks later, they start having angry, rushed sex to vent their frustrations with each other. it’s as fucked up as it sounds. negan loves every second of it. sage will admit she enjoys the release, and that he’s a much better lay than her deadbeat ex liam ever was.

sage is never given an official title or role, so to speak, but she is essentially one of is lieutenants in everything but name. she mostly helps negan with runaways or bounties, because she’s an excellent hunter and survivor out in the shit. she considers leaving many times, but after seeing the way kit flourishes in the safety of the sanctuary, with a roof over her head and a soft bed and toys and comforts, sage stays. for her little girl, she stays with them for about a year.

queue shit starting up with rick and negan. sage doesn’t necessarily disapprove of violence and killing (in her mind old world morals don’t really apply anymore, and the world has become a kill or be killed society), but she still thinks negan can be extreme sometimes. rick and the communities starting to fight back is a turning point for sage though, along with the realisation that dwight (who she has a weird, tense friendship with) is ‘working for the enemy’. when rick attacks the sanctuary and leads the walker herd to their doorstep, she looks at negan caught on the ground with bullets and walkers raining down around him, and leaves him there to fend for himself. she bundles kit up in amongst the chaos, grabs the bags she’s had packed since the day she was given her own quarters, and runs.

the rest is kind of iffy, since that’s where i’m up to in the show. i imagine she falls in with rick and crew somehow and begrudingly gets roped into taking down the saviours despite all they did for her (because she, above all else, puts her and kit’s interests above everything). but yeah, stay tuned for the rest i guess LMAO 🤡

[opluffys]

Reverse Captain- Killer x Reader x Eustass Kid

okay okay this is like the last old story from my archive account that i’m posting here *maybe? lmao idk* :,). i’m head over heels in love with killer so i got like ten wips for him lololo. lowkey don’t like how this one turned out, but it’s a couple of months old so idc anymore hehe. anyway i hope you guys enjoy! oh, also sorry if the spacing looks weird, i was too lazy to go through the whole thing and edit it...

-smut/nsfw-

You felt deliciously full and sore, the quick sliding of your captain's cock against your tight walls nearly made you lose consciousness.

"Fuck... Kid..!" You yelled, feeling his girth stretch you.

He grunted behind you and continued to thrust into you wildly, almost as wild as that red hair of his, which was now stuck to his forehead.

Your breasts were flush against the table of his office, rocking back and forth, creating a wanted friction that fueled your desire.

It was no surprise that Kid was rough in bed, just one look at the man and pretty sure anyone could tell. But you just weren't ready for it all, the way his cock just hit every spot inside of you so perfectly... When he leaned down to nip your ear and leave harsh markings on your neck, you felt like you couldn't keep up with him.

You broke the eye contact you had with countless papers and unfinished works in progress on Kid's desk, and looked fervently for your sword. You took that damn thing with you everywhere you went, you would risk your own life for that sword.

When you finally made eye contact with that beautiful blue casing, your face illuminated, you quickly grabbed it, using the hilt of the sword to press against Kid's chest.

"What the fuck..." He started angry, then stumbling backwards onto a stray chair in the middle of the room that fell victim to you and Kid.

"I think you need to slow down a bit, Captain." You said, your voice like sweet honey as you sauntered over to where he was sat, straddling his thighs.

"So you used Sea Stone to tell me that?!" He snapped, about to get up before you pressed the hilt against him once again.

"Ah ah. Feisty are we? I think it's my turn to take charge for the night, don't you, my Captain?" You asked, raising your hips to line yourself up right against his shaft, teasing the redding head with your slick entrance.

"Damn woman..." He growled, trying to get up again, but you were barely faster than him, trailing the hilt of the sword all over his body, making him groan tiredly.

"I would fucking end you if you weren't such a good doctor." He grumbled, still attempting to take charge every few minutes, evidently failing.

"That's all I am? Your doctor?" You responded, faking a disappointment tone. You still continued to rub your folds teasingly over the painfully hard head of your captain.

He raised his hand and you raised your sword, he almost chuckled, instead sending a smirk your way.

"Relax, princess. If I still wanted to actually take charge, you would've been screaming my name over my desk years ago. I guess I'll let you dominate this one time, but next time," He leaned into your ear, nipping it and taking the sensitive cartilage into his mouth. "You're gonna be wishing that you had done it my way." He finished.

You gulped nervously, the tone of his voice nearly made you want to bend yourself back over that desk, forgetting the thoughts of ever wanting to dominate your captain ever again.

Kid let out booming laughter at your reaction, about to come up with a snarky retort, but he was soon silenced by a grunt of pleasure as you finally decided to lower yourself onto his hardened arousal.

"Oh, fuck... So tight..." He whispered, biting his lip as he tried to silence his sounds.

You shuddered noticeably as he filled you to the brim, no, even further than that. He never let you ride him before, because 'You're too slow.' as he said. But as of now, being slow worked in your favour, making the red haired captain begin to lose his cool, grunts and groans of frustration leaving his full painted lips.

"Oh! Oh Captain!! Yes!!" You yelled, feeling his strong arms just tightly wrapped against you and feeling his warm pants fanning across your equally warm face just did something for you.

"Keep talking like that... I won't fulfil my end of the deal." He panted, hands attached to your plush hips, grinding against him thoughtfully.

"That'd be a shame, Captain... Because next time, I'm up for whatever you wanna do. And I mean anything, Kid." You said, sultrily pulling him in and out of you, your wet insides protesting him pulling out every time.

That seemed to shut him up for a while.

"So I've been thinking." You started, bottoming out on his lap, hissing in pleasure after feeling so full. "Your first mate, Killer... He doesn't like me much?" You asked, warming his cock, leaning your forehead against his pectorals.

"I know how Killer ticks. He doesn't hate you or anything, just no reason to make conversation with you. Why do you ask?" Kid replied, unconsciously bucking his hips upwards once in a while, earning you to pull your sword out and poke him with it a couple of times.

"No reason. I just think he's kinda sexy. What's under that mask leaves my imagination running wild, ya know." You said playfully, using your agile hands to tweak and pinch every inch of his built torso.

"What are you really getting at, (First Name)." He said, tone now completely serious, and even though he was stilled inside of you, length twitching and just dying to ravage your insides, the captain's voice never faltered, remaining serious.

"Okay, maybe I daydream of being pinned under your first mate, childhood friend, whatever. But hey, I admit it that he's really, really hot. Okay, happy now, Eustass?" You groaned, hitting your head against his chest in embarrassment, ready for him to scream at you for wanting to have sex with his best friend.

"Okay."

"Yes, I deserve whatever punishment you think is fit- wait, what?" You paused, thinking that you didn't hear him properly.

"I was your first, but by no means were you mine. So if you wanna fuck another dude, at least do it when I'm gone, or some shit." He grunted, rolling his eyes when he saw your surprised expression.

"Fuck, Kid. Please bend me over and fuck me as hard as you want." You whimpered, feeling so pleased at his response.

"With pleasure, princess." He replied, sending a wicked grin your way, harsh hands attached to your sides.

You stood at the edge of the ship, waving goodbye to your captain, who stood alongside Heat and Wire, going into the next island that you all had drifted to.

The two of you decided to hatch up a not too great plan of leaving you and Killer alone on the ship, which was 'I leave with Heat and Wire to the next island, because I'm captain, I do whatever the fuck I want.' which, had actually worked out well.

He sent a shit eating smile your way, then turned around to take his leave, the two other men following their captain.

Killer stood by your side silently, he was never one for being chatty, you knew that much. You took a few looks at the man, his plain black shirt hugging his muscles so tight, that scar on his arm made you tighten your legs, feeling an undeniable warmth flood your senses. You continued your not so subtle stares, the way his blonde mane fell down his broad shoulders and framed his body looked phenomenal, and the only thing you couldn't see was that damn face of his. You stared at the dozen holes on the striped mask, almost like trying to see through it.

"Is something the matter?" He asked, sounding more like a statement than a question. You stiffened, looking upwards towards the blonde, feeling so small in his presence.

You didn't get to be in bed with Eustass Kid for feeling small, though.

"No, Killer." You said, dragging his name out from your tongue, walking closer to his stature. You leaned against his strong chest, a gentle hand laying on his rippling muscles.

"But I think that you have something the matter with me." You said, taking your hand off of him, giving him a sly smile.

"You must've imagined it." He replied coolly, walking away to his quarters, not even giving you a chance to further your attempt at a conversation.

You clicked your tongue and walked past Kid's lackeys, who were all staring at your ass while you passed by, going to wandering into the kitchen.

You turned your head to look at them, smiling at how painfully obvious they were being while gawking at you. If only Killer sent a single gaze your way like these men here, it'd make your job of seduction a lot easier.

You took a seat in the kitchen, a stray chair in front of the stove. You picked at your nails, desperately waiting for someone to scream for your help, claiming they've been injured and needed your help. Though it was a bit bad to wait for someone to become injured, it was your role to assist them.

You didn't know when, but you leaned your head over onto your hand and started to doze off for a while, only jolting awake when you heard the sound of running water from behind you.

"Finally awake?"

You turned to where the voice came from, swallowing hard when you saw that mess of blonde hair.

"There's a plate in front of you, if you're hungry." He said, continuing to wash dishes. Yes, of course you were hungry, but not for food.

You hummed softly, getting up to smooth your skirt and walk over to Killer, offering your hand to help. "Maybe later. How about some assistance?" You asked, settling next to him to dry the wet plates. He shrugged lightly, his blonde tendrils swaying along his strong shoulders. Oh, how you wanted to just grab onto those shoulders while he thrusted into you wildly, grunting and groaning in your ear how you took him so well-

"Here."

You snapped out of your daydreams and took the plate from him, drying it off and placing it onto the shelf.

The two of you sustained a steady rhythm of washing and drying for a while, until you accidentally had dropped a glass cup, seeming to smash into a million pieces upon impact.

"Shit." You mumbled, crouching down to pick up the glass with your bare hands, of course, a bad idea, but you weren't weak, you could take a few cuts as long as you cleaned the mess.

Killer stood silently behind you, admiring the view of you bent down, even though he really shouldn't be. He pulled you up by the arms, surprising you, nearly dropping the glass shards.

You looked at his mask with a perplexed look on your face, dropping the bits of glass into the trash bin, dusting your hands off.

Killer started walking over to you, and you, being confused of what he needed, continued to back up, until your back hit the wall.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drop it or anything. Besides, I cleaned it up. We all good?" You asked, looking up at him.

"Why do you do this, (First Name)." He asked, grabbing your chin in his calloused hand, forcing your wandering eyes to peer into the mask.

"Do what?" You replied, resting your hand atop his sculpted arm, his muscle twitching at your touch.

"Make me want to pin you against the wall and fuck your brains out." He said, not moving his hand from your skin.

You froze in place, it seemed your job was easier than you had thought. "So do it, Killer." You smiled, tracing your hands over his strong torso.

"I can't." He answered, moving away from you, back to the sink to dry the rest of the dishes. You frowned, your painted lips then creating a flat line as you stood in thought.

"You can. I'm the captain's girl, right?" You said, walking behind him, trailing your nails through the material of the black shirt, feeling his muscles tense under you. "And you're captain when he's gone." You said, standing on your tippy toes to nip at his strong neck, leaving a barely visible mark behind.

You were sure you didn't even blink before you were over the counter, Killer's arm against your back, preventing you to move. A smile spread across your features, sighing contently as you felt his other hand squeeze and pinch along your clothed body.

"Mm, Killer..." You whimpered softly, grinding against his crotch. His breath hitched, but he easily retaliated, a loud hiss of pleasure leaving your lips as you felt a stinging sensation on your ass.

"I guess you're just like captain. Always wanting to take charge." You sighed, feeling the cool air hit your dripping cunt, accommodating the size of Killer's digits. "I guess so." He said, his gaze on how you took his three fingers.

You moaned loudly, biting your lip while shifting your weight from foot to foot, unable to take the torture any longer. "I didn't come here for your fingers." You grumbled, closing your eyes as he curled his fingers deep inside of you.

"Yeah, but this is probably the only time I'm going to be able to enjoy you. Gotta take it nice," He stopped, pulling his fingers out to circle your clit. "And slow." He finished. You were sure he was smirking underneath that mask.

"It doesn't have to be." You whimpered, backing your hips against him again, feeling his bulge rub against you. You heard him take a sharp inhale, contemplating whether to continue the teasing, or to just give in.

"Please." You begged, placing your forehead against the hard table.

And he had his answer.

The sound of a fumbling belt buckle behind you put a smile on your face. "Finally." You mumbled, feeling his tip press against your entrance. You bit your lip from letting out a scream as he suddenly filled you, a shaky sigh leaving Killer's lips.

"Ah... Fuck, Killer!" You panted, your hands grabbing the counter harshly. His tan arm lifted from you, now squeezing your hips tightly, pulling you back against him, relishing in your warmth.

"Killer... Fuck... You stretch me so good!" You yelled, moaning when you felt him fill you over and over again. "You're awfully quiet back there, am I not what you expected?" You said, a fake tone of sadness lacing your voice.

"Unlike you or Kid, I'm not so vocal." He responded, trying not to show the strain on his voice, even when you were wrapped so tightly against him, your pussy dragging him in deeper and deeper with every thrust. "You're even better than I thought, (First Name)." Killer said, pushing himself into you deeper than what you thought possible.

"Isn't this position boring? Why don't you pin me against the wall and fuck my brains out like you proposed? You can even have me do the work and ride you, or even-" You were cut off when your mouth was filled with Killer's long fingers, taking your tongue between them. "You know, you make a good point. I can't see the faces you're making." He said, pulling out of you slowly.

"Why don't we go somewhere more, private." He said, his deep voice making your legs shake. You nodded fervently, pulling your panties up and adjusting your skirt. You tried to take a step forward, but your wobbly knees betrayed you, nearly making you fall down until Killer took your hand, pulling you up gently. "We weren't even going for that long." He said, making sure that you could stand before letting you go. "You're big, what do you expect?" You mumbled, rolling your eyes.

When you were stable, you tried taking another step under Killer's gaze. Again, you failed and your hands flew to his extended arm. He sighed audibly and lifted you up, carrying you like a bride. "What a gentleman." You giggled, your hand wrapping around his neck softly. He didn't reply as he started walking back to his room, obviously attracting stares along the way.

"Killer..." You whimpered, feeling his cock push against your womb, making you see stars. Your back was against the cool wall, seeming to steal the warmth that radiated off of you. "You're tight even when you and the captain go at it everyday..." He grunted, his hips snapping against yours. You would've laughed if you weren't pinned against the wall getting fucked. "Yeah, sorry about that... I know I can get a little, ya know..." You said timidly, a warmth settling on your cheeks after getting called out for being so loud.

"I've always wondered what your lips feel like." You sighed, feeling him stretch you so good. "Not today, (First Name)." He said, biting his lip softly, trying not to let out too much noise, even though you couldn't even hear him. "Come on, Killer. All I've wanted to see was your face the second I joined the crew, and that was years ago, that says something." You said, trying to sound angry, but that was seemingly impossible with a huge cock inside of you.

Killer seemed to stand still in thought, wondering if he could actually show you his face. He didn't hold any negative feelings toward you, but he wasn't sure if he trusted you enough. "And if I do..?" He asked, not moving any longer, his cock deep inside of you. "If you do, then I most definitely think that we would enjoy ourselves much more." You replied, hands squeezing his strong shoulders tightly. He made a sound of disapproval as he pulled out of you again, walking away from you. You barely stood, only with help of a chair next to you were you able to stand.

A confused face took over your gentle features, pondering if you had said or did something wrong. "Damn it, how the fuck did I mess this up so badly..?" You sighed, starting to gather your clothes slowly, silently wishing Killer was here to help you out. It was the least he could do if he didn't want you anymore.

"(First Name), do me a favour." You heard him, he was out of view, for some reason. You hummed, signalling that you heard him. "Close your eyes, just for a little while." He said, his voice coming closer to where you stood. You complied, used to taking orders, especially on a ship where Eustass Kid was captain.

You felt a rougher hand tangle with your soft one, leading you somewhere. You trusted Killer, but you had no clue what he was going to do.

You were stopped for a moment, then brought down onto muscled thighs, your hand still tightly wrapped with Killer's. It took you a moment to realise that you were straddling his thighs, your cheeks adapting a sudden warmth at the intimate pose you two held.

You felt warm lips against yours, your abdomen knotted tightly at the feeling. His tongue softly pushed against your own, his lips tangling within your own in a fierce dance, the two of you seemingly unable to get enough of each other.

Your hand still laced with Killer's, you squeezed it harder unconsciously, feeling your lungs start to burn after not inhaling enough oxygen. Your open hand wandered lower, tracing Killer's strong abs and his beautiful V-line, finally finding his rock hard length, your hand softly pumping it when he released your lips with a groan. 

"Fuck, (First Name)... Just like that..." He whispered, his pants warming your face. His breath smelled of a cool mint, opposing your captains fierce cinnamon scent.

Your eyes were still shut, though you were dying to take a small peek, you were sure he was just as beautiful as the rest of his body.

You continued your ministrations while Killer ravaged your soft lips, his lipstick mixing with yours. Any time while the two of you locked lips, you felt his cock twitch in your hands, obviously wanting to be back inside of your warmth. You subtly raised your hips, lining his cock up with your entrance. Just as you started to lower yourself, Killer thrusted his hips forward, sheathing himself inside of you quickly. You yelled against his lips, separating the two of you.

He would've laughed if he didn't dislike doing so. "You know I can see what you're doing, right?" He asked, his harsh tone of voice seeming to disappear.

"S-Shut your damn mouth..." You whispered, closing your eyes tighter than they already were. You opened your mouth to speak once again, but you were silenced by a pair of lips against yours once again. It was as if he couldn't get enough of you, each kiss was like air to him, his lungs burning like a fire until your cool lips met with his scorching ones. It was weird how you were the one who wanted to kiss him so bad, but he was the one who kept initiating it.

He pulled back from you, leaving your lips slightly agape and stinging, a sensation that was welcomed by you. "You can open your eyes now." He sighed, worried about how you'd react.

Your (eye colour) eyes strained open, the light making it hard to fully open them on command. You squinted, then little by little opened them fully, eyes resting on Killer's tanned chest, your mouth wanting to leave markings on the skin. You just realised that your hand still laid on top of Killer's gently, you muttered a quick apology and looked up at him, your eyes meeting his.

Your mouth hung open slightly, seeing his blonde hair fall into his face perfectly, his long eyelashes tickling his strong cheekbones, his full lips swollen after meeting your own countless times.

"So handsome..." You mumbled, seemingly forgetting that he was still inside of you. You noticed his cheeks get warmer, as you sent him a small smile. 

"Thank you."

He looked at you, confusion written all over his pretty features. "For?" He asked, his now free hand caressing your hips, tracing small shapes with his tall fingers.

"For trusting me... I know we never talk, but I trust you as much as Captain." You sighed, your forehead against his chest. "And well, obviously the other two." You laughed, referring to Heat and Wire.

He didn't know what to say, but he began to feel slightly bad. "Why did you never talk to me, anyway? When I first joined you used to at least make small talk with me, but then it stopped." You said, looking up at him with an undeniable sadness in your eyes. He sighed, averting his stare. "I knew something like this were to happen if I continued to talk to you. When you and Kid became a thing, I had to back off, respect that you were his, or the temptations would overcome me someday." He said, returning his gaze to you.

You hummed, satisfied with the answer. "At least you don't hate me." You said, raising your hips to be able to kiss him again, lips against his own with fierce intent.

"Please fuck me, Killer." You whimpered, unable to take just his stationary cock inside of you any longer. He didn't respond back to you, but began to assist you in moving on top of him, your arms resting against his shoulders as you started to bounce on him, his cock going inside and out with such a lewd sound.

Killer's hands gripped your hips tightly, lifting you onto him easier than if you were doing it alone. "Fuck..." He groaned, feeling your fleshy walls tighten around him, warmth over flooding his entire being.

You felt him push against the spot that nearly induced you into a deep unwanted sleep, letting out a loud moan, unable to form words to tell him to keep hitting that spot.

He knew what angle to go out now, abusing your wet walls with every snap of his hips. He moved his hand lower to circle your clit slowly, hearing you give a wanton whisper of his name fuelled his need to make you finish around him.

You felt your leg twitch as you felt your inevitable release creep up on you. Your moans and whimpers grew to a higher pitch, with a raise of your hips, Killer met your lips against his once again, you never growing tired of the feeling. One more deep thrust inside of you, and you couldn't take it, accidentally screaming into Killer's open lips, you separated from his mouth and whimpered again as you came around him, your arousal dripping down onto his erection and onto the both of your thighs.

He continued to lazily drill into you, filling you to the brim until he was satisfied. He bit his lip as you tightened onto him harshly, almost like not wanting to let go. You moaned his name, feeling sensitive with every move.

"So fucking good." He whispered to himself, getting lost in your soft insides. He too felt release coming sooner than he thought. You were just so good around him, smaller than him and still able to take him better than initially thought.

A few more thrusts and he pulled out, grunting softly as he came on your stomach, thick white ropes of his sticky seed on your naked body.

He got up to bring you a towel, finally feeling the after effects on him, collapsing onto the bed beside you gently. You smiled, your lipstick was slightly smeared and your hair was tousled messily. You cleaned yourself up and laid next to him, locking lips again softly, feeling him being so gentle with you made you feel like you could take him again right then and there.

His eyes were on yours after you backed up from the kiss, a smile on your face as you closed your eyes.

"I could get used to this."

[obeiii-mee]

Hi there! Im back, tysm for doing my HC ;;/ it was super cute, i really liked Mammons and Satans!! If you dont mind if i ask for another? Hdjsks Recently, i slipped while walking home with some pals and scrapped my knee. It wasnt too bad, but it sure looked bad lmao If you can could you do HCs for the boys reacting to MC slipping and scrapping there knee while walking w them? Im sure Mammon would have a heart attack hfjd Tysm!! Keep up the good work♡

Thank you so much! I hope your knee gets better and that it wasn’t too painful! The brothers would all be panicking in their own way but I agree, Mammon would faint or something lmao.

Hope this was OK.

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The Brothers with an MC who fell and scraped their knee:

Lucifer:

-It was a miracle you managed to convince him to come out on a walk with you at all

-The man doesn’t know when to take a break from his work

-He’s more likely to accept if it’s you asking tho, he has an obvious soft spot for you

-The others call him a suck up behind his back because of it

-You were so happy that you managed to pry Lucifer away from his desk, you were basically skipping alongside him

-Long story short, you tripped over your own two feet and fell

-Luckily, your knees and palms were the only things that got a bit scruffy

-Well, actually your right knee looked as if someone tried removing your entire knee cap with a scalpel, skin and all but adrenaline was kicking in and you couldn’t feel much

-You’ve never seen Lucifer freeze the way he did then

-His mind just drew a blank

-You were about to shrug it off and call it a day, get up and continue your walk but daddy Lucifer can’t have that

-He has six younger brothers (and a younger sister at some point) he is pretty experienced when it comes to treating injuries

-You aren’t walking for the rest of the day, let me make this clear

-He will carry you back to the House of Lamentation no matter how much you protest

-In case it wasn’t obvious already, Lucifer gives off massive dad vibes and now he’s bandaging your leg while you’re laying down on his bed

-While the rest of the brothers watch the two of you from behind the door frame because they are all equally worried

-Get ready for the three hour lecture coming your way

-He’s pissed and amused at the same time tbh

-Silly human, falling over like that and hurting themselves

-Lord Diavolo forbid you try to get out of that bed, he will drag you back and make sure you stay there until your knee is better (kinky)

Mammon:

-He was on his merry way to the casino to blow off all of Lucifer’s money and you tagged along solely for the purpose of making sure he didn’t spend all of Lucifer’s money

-You’d both be done for if he did

-But I guess fate really had it out for you on that day since your foot slipped on....something and you tripped

-Both of your knees looked bloody and damaged as hell but you were more irritated than anything

-Mammon on the other hand did a fucking double take and almost passed out

-He screeched his lungs out

-One look at your injured knees and he was ready to drag you all the way to the human realm on foot to find you a doctor

-“MC ARE YOU OK WHY THE FUCK IS THERE SO MUCH BLOO-HOLY SHIT STAY STILL DON’T MOVE! THE GREAT MAMMON WILL FIX THIS...SOMEHOW.”

-It was very dramatic, he cried

-You stood up to prove that you were alright because you thought he was going to have a seizure soon enough

-OK, that helped him calm down a little

-At least now he knew your legs weren’t about to get torn off and you weren’t on the verge of death

-Fuck the casino, you were going home

-Like Lucifer, don’t expect you will walk home by yourself

-He will carry you, a bit embarrassed by his initial freak out but still eyeing your wound, concerned

-As soon as you get home and the other brothers help you out because he’s shit at bandaging, he just sits in his own pool of misery and guilt

-Your poor knees wouldn’t be so jacked up if you hadn’t come along with him today

-He was so determined to make it up to you, he stayed by your bedside like a loyal puppy with a wagging tail (flashback to the animal event)

-Overall, he almost went into cardiac arrest and was too panicked to realise you were fine

-You thought he was smothering and overprotective before? Good luck for the rest of the week

Levi:

-“See, this is why I don’t like going out. There’s always some normie laying on the groun- OH MY LORD DIAVOLO, MC IS THAT YOU?? ARE YOU OK?”

-HIS HENRY ALMOST DIED ON THE NEWLY POLISHED FLOOR OF AN ANIME CONVENTION, HE HAS VERY MIXED EMOTIONS

-You fell knees first and hurt them quiet badly but you could stand, even if the pain made you twitch a little

-This confused Levi because you looked fine even though your knees certainly didn’t

-You told him you felt alright and it wasn’t that big of a deal and he absolutely rolled with it

-But you guys still went home after that

-He said it was because you bled all over your cosplay but that’s just him being a tsundere

-Levi is usually very shy when it comes to physical contact but he firmly insisted that he help you walk home

-I mean, he knows you said you were feeling OK and maybe humans just have a lot of tolerance for injuries like that

-But he still felt it was necessary that he took you home and checked out your injuries

-He kept the mood light while disinfecting you’re wound with some help from Satan by talking about how the convention went

-High low-key relieved seeing you walk around like normal two minutes after that

-He started bitching to you about how you made him miss his the event but he didn’t mean any of it

-“Stupid normie, making me miss my favourite Ruri-chan event. You’re lucky I love you and think you’re cute....did I just say that out loud??”

Satan:

-Oh dear, why would you go out for a walk in the middle of a rainstorm? What were you thinking?

-Actually, it was Satan’s idea

-He may be a demon and the prince of Wrath no less, but he is such a sappy, cheesy bastard at times

-He definitely thinks that walking and kissing in the rain is very romantic (bet he read something like that in an erotica)

-You know what’s not romantic blondie? Slipping on a very small puddle and potentially fracturing your leg

-It was just a scraped knee but you were frustrated enough to be extra

-He’s helping you up before you even have the chance to realise you fell in the first place

-Your knee was looking pretty bad so you guys went home just to avoid any further casualties

-He’s actually chuckling all the way back while you playfully glare at him because how dare he laugh at your misery?

-Date night was ruined but at least he got to take care of you

-He knew your knee must have hurt and he felt bad but he couldn’t help but giggle a bit to himself because your fall was so comical

-Ah but he does enjoy fussing over you for the rest of the night a bit too much

Asmo:

-You thought Mammon was melodramatic?

-Take a look at this fucking guy

-He actually screeches even louder than his brother and probably falls to his knees too (but not really because those pants were expensive)

-His screams definitely got the attention of at least 10 random passerbyers

-He’s actually on the verge of crying

-I mean, can you blame him?? Look at your beautiful knees!! They were ruined

-He felt so bad for you, he actually babied the hell out of you that day

-“Asmo, it’s fine. It’s just a scrap.”

-“A SCRAP, MC IT LOOKS LIKE YOUR KNEE IS ABOUT TO FALL OFF YOUR POOR SKIN-“

-It was just a scrap but Asmo’s secret talent is being extra as fuck

-He totally spilled all the tea to the rest of the brothers when he got home

-And then he ushered you into his room

-Funnily enough, he’s pretty good with injuries. Not as much as Satan and Lucifer but still

-He pampered you for the next few hours but that image of your skin being all grazed like that will forever haunt him

-How can you not be so bothered by it?? He’d die if he was in your place

-I love Asmo just because of how dramatic he is

Beel:

-Your shoelaces were undone and of course that meant a fun little trip to the floor of Hell’s Kitchen

-Beel didn’t notice you fell at first, he was concentrating on his food and assumed you were next to him

-But then he realised that you weren’t and for a moment he thought you disappeared or something

-Before he turned to find you laying on the floor, curled up because life was pain and you were suffering

-“Are you OK? Or are you just tired? Belphie does that a lot when he’s tired.” Or depressed one might say

-But for real, he’s good at identifying serious wounds and less serious wounds since he’s an athlete

-He can tell your knees were bleeding way more than they should have from just a simple scrap

-He slinged you over his shoulder and carried you, calmly, back home, with a burger still in his hand

-He’s actually really collective and talked to you while cleaning up your injury to take your mind off the pain

-He knows humans are a little more fragile than demons so even though he knows it’s not a big deal, he can’t help but worry

-It’s kinda hard falling around him tho because chances are, he will actually catch you even if he happens to hold something

-He’s sad if you’re sad so please don’t cry he will bandage your scraped knee do you want the last bit of his burger to make you feel better?

-Comfort hugs afterwards!

-Which is awesome because Beel gives out best hugs :)

Belphie:

-Ah yes, another beautiful day at RAD

-Walking alongside with your grumpy and sleepy boyfriend when a random demon bumps into you

-Wel not bumps, more like shoves you so hard you fall down and tear the fabric of your pants

-While the dude shrugs it off and speeds away

-You were a bit pissed off because rude

-But Belphie was fucking fuming

-He felt so offended on your part

-I mean, the nerve of him

-He was tired as shit but he wanted to chase after him and throw hands, possibly fill his pillow with rocks and hit him over the head with it

-He forced himself to focus on you first before hunting the moron down

-He was a bit concerned when he didn’t see you come back up after you fell

-Turns out, you scraped your knee pretty horribly and now you were bleeding all over the floor

-He’s even more quiet than usual as he helps you up and half carries you to your next class

-He starts taking care of your knee in the middle of DevilDom history he doesn’t give a flying fuck

-He’s still furious by the time he gets home and most of his brothers know to leave him be when he makes that scary ass face

-No talk to him

-He angy

-“Does your knee still hurt?”

-“A bit but it’s not-“

-“Come nap with me.”

-“Why?”

-“Naps shall cure your pain.”

-“...”

-“Nah but for real come take a nap with me.”

-Next day at school, the dude from yesterday walks by him and Belphie smashes his head against the wall

-Before walking away as if nothing happened

-I stan protective Belphie

These HCs are really bad but I love them anyway

Al~

[kuroosdumbslut]

Relationship HCs for more BNHA Bois

Sero:

yall hve late night talks where you lay in bed and just quietly talk about your day or anything really

usually you both end up falling asleep facing each other and by morning, sero’s on his back while youre snuggled into his side, an arm thrown over his stomach with one of his arms thrown over your waist

its a game of rock paper scissors to see who will make breakfast (funfact, sero intentionally loses so he can be sweet and bring you breakfast🥺)

GAMING NIGHTS where you got the console all set up with snacks and drinks and maybe a pizza on the kitchen counter

for the single player games or when you dont really wanna play and just watch, you get to sit in his lap while he games

OH MY GOD IF HES ON CALL WITH THE BAKUSQUAD: seros chatting with the squad while youre watching him play, silently munching on some snacks, when sero says “hold on guys i gotta pause real quick” and then he asks you, whichout putting himself on mute, if he could get up to go to the bathroom. you say “of course” and move off his lap, only to heal Kaminari scream into his mic about how he wants a cute partner to game with while bakugous cussing his out telling him to shut up lmao

late night trips to the store when you both cant sleep

youre walking up and down the aisles with sero, stopping to look through the snacks and drinks section. while youve semi zoned out, he comes up behind you and holds you. you stay like that a moment before you both pick your snacks and maybe some other small things that you need to get anyways and go home

hes a very cuddly boy and he isnt afraid to lightly tease you a bit

i know this isnt original, but hes a dork and 1000% will want to recreate the spiderman kiss: hes taped upside down from the ceiling, dangling in front of you and you smile, coming up closer to him and pressing your lips to his. when you both pull back, hes red in the face, both from being upside down and from the kiss, and youre cheeks are a little pink, but you both have huge smiles on your faces.

bakusquad meets you pretty early on id say and immediately, they all were like: “sero i swear if you hurt them-” so needless to say you are now apart of the Squad™️ and they would all kill for you

when yall invite a couple or all of the squad over, the nights always end in hysterics: kaminari probably short circuited at one point, baku is being baku, kirishimas calming him down while having a laughing fit

its chaos but its so much fun

some days when sero comes home from work as a pro hero, hes exhausted and kind of down: when the door to your shared home shut, you were up and going to greet your man, but stopped short seeing him look so...frustrated and upset. you offered a silent invitation for a hug, to which he accepted, and while hugging, you pressed dozens of little kisses all over his face and once you finally settled your lips to his, he had a small smile on his lips

he probably proposes to you in a really sweet location, like at one of your very first date spots or at a date where you both still talk about how amazing that date was.

Kirishima:

will introduce you to the squad immediately lmao

hes super sweet, he will get up early (hes used to it from baku dragging him out of bed to train) and make you breakfast, meal preps a lunch for the both of you, and starts to plan dinner when you get up from the lack of warmth he provides

hypes you tf up any time you try on new outfits, are trying to get some tedious project done, or if youre just feeling down

takes you on super fun and cute dates like: one of your first dates was going to the roller rink, and oh my god it was so fun! yall would win little tickets when they had games and if you needed a break from skating, you roll off with him to the snack bar area. you both got a thing of nachos and icees. you sat at one of the many tables and proceeded to eat, chatting and laughing over anything and everything. its still one of your favorite date memories

he games as well with the squad and he also lets you sit on his lap, but the difference is, he announces that youve made his lap your seat and for the squad to be “on their best behavior” to which bakugou immediately told him to stfu lmao

youve fallen asleep on him while he was gaming and when he notices that, he will quietly say that he has to get off and says good night to the squad. he will carry you into your shared bedroom and get you comfy in bed before going off to get dressed for bed himself. hes probably brushing his teeth when he feels you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your head in his back

hes so fucking weak for you 🥺

early morning yall have these little talks (if you arent too exhausted): the sun shines through the curtains and onto your faces, waking you both. “morning baby” kirishima says. you smile and give him a little peck. for a loment, you both stay silent, just gently caressing and cuddling each other before one of you starts the sleepy conversation of whats on the agenda for the day. as you both chat, the sleep slowly ebbing away, you lean in and give him a proper good morning kiss, laughing when he returned the affection by pressing hilariously sloppy kisses to your face and neck

there are times where his job really has him down. one of the sadder times he cane home was when he had lost a member of his team. he demanded his whole agency to take at least a week off to grieve and do what they have to. that day, he came in quiet as a mouse and the moment you saw him, you knew it wasnt a good day. as soon as you hugged him close, he started sobbing. yeah, hes a pro hero and yeah he has to deal with death a lot, but that doesnt make it easier to deal with. youre glad he took a week off and you all spent that week relaxing and, for him especially, just letting whatever emotion come over you happen.

after one of those tough days at work, he had come home both incredibly stressed out and grateful. on a mission, he had to call in backup from Bakugous agency and nearly escaped from, maybe not death, but a blow that could have landed him in the hospital for a pretty long time. he came home, minor cuts and brusies all over him, and while you were fretting over him and cleaning all the wounds, he proposed in near hysterics. he had genuinely feared for his life and if he was going to keep this job up, he wanted you as his forever partner

Shinsou:

at any given time when you both have freetime, youre cuddling

one of you is making dinner? the other is behind them hugging and holding each other

bedtime? you fall asleep entangled

i feel like he would work for Aizawa for a while before he gets the urge to start his own agency, and when he does make his own agency, you help him celebrate it by getting his a kitten. he came home and one of the first things that greets him is this little tabby puffball waddling towards him. he’d look up at you and you smile. “congratulations on the new agency baby, and on the newest member of our little family”

he looked like he was gonna cry 🥺 hes so soft for you, he loves you so much

will invite both friends and mr.aizawa (and his fam) over for the mini celebration you put together. youre just so proud of him yknow?

date nights every saturday. if one if you gets called in to work, you push the time for your date back, only rescheduling if one of you got injured and had to go to the hospital or if it was a longer call

he proposes to you in a very relaxed and sweet manner: so yall are home and its one of those rare times where you both have the next week off together. he wakes up first and just looks at you while you snooze a little longer, and all he can think about is how absolutely adorable you are. the kitten is curled up at the foot of the bed, the sun is just atarting to come in, and when the sun illuminates you, he swears you are a real angel thats blessed him. when you wake up, the first thing you see if him looking at you like you’re the most beautiful person in the world. when you gave him a soft morning kiss, he finally snapped out of his trance and pulled you closer to him, pressing small kisses to your head before breathing out, in his sleep ridden voice, asking you to marry him.

the rest of that week was spent telling friends and family that you got engaged. he tells aizawa he got engaged and not 10 minutes later, a knock from your front door is heard. aizawa congratulates the both of you and hands the both of you a basket with wine and expensive looking chocolates. while aizawa didnt stay long, you could tell he was both happy and proud of and for the both of you 😭❤️

[khaleesiofalicante]

me, nodding of to sleep: IM HERE IM HERE

did my head just loll to the side? you will never know. first of all this chapter was the most beautiful thing i have ever read. Mavid have my HEART. It's also 4 16 am so im sorry if the reactions are a little bland but this was PERFECT.

me, throughout the whole thing: mavid mavid mavid

They had kissed for the first time almost a week ago. And they had kissed again. A couple of times.

Okay fine, they had kissed a lot since then.

Not a lot a lot. But a lot.

Wait a minute. How much kissing was a lot of kissing?

this is adorable

“I heard he cried when he found out Lexi and Liv were dating,” David chuckled.

yup that's jace

“We have to pay to talk on the phone?” Max asked incredulously. “I thought it was free.”

“Of course it isn’t free, Max!” David chuckled. “We have to pay for WiFi too.”

“This is ridiculous!” Max said. “Next you will say we have to pay for electricity.”

“Um, we do have to pay for electricity,” David chuckled again.

we pay for water too

but max you didnt know-

“Don’t let them guilt trip you!” Max had chastised. “They like doing chores. Let them do it. They fight demons all day and then come home and do chores. I feel like it’s their form of therapy. They need this.”

cant relate nope

“I don’t know,” Max groaned. “My family is so dramatic.”

the lightwood-banes in one sentence

THERE ARE SO MANY FEELS MY HEART CANNOT CONTAIN

“Well, too late!” Max announced. “This date is going to be the best first date in the history of first of dates.”

In retrospect, he really shouldn’t have said that.

nah its gonna be great

“Perhaps you should just take him to the New York Library. They have, uh, books.”

yes that is what they keep in libraries

OH MY GOD THE FRIEND IS ELYASS

HERE'S MY FAVORITE DEMON Y'ALL

His parents would not be pleased if they knew Max was summoning demons for relationship advice.

But they had also encouraged Max to make friends with everyone regardless of their identity. So, technically this was their fault. They gave him very mixed messages.

well-

you know i really shouldnt have laughed at the demon attack news but for some reason i did

i blame my sleep deprivation

shit i feel sick

you know maybe i shouldve just waited till the morning...

ok but the demon attack is NOT coincidental

there is something going on

“I thought dragon demons were extinct!” Max yelled over the commotion.

well-

ANJALI

“Man, fuck the orders!” Max said in frustration.

if you get hurt ill kill you

oh it's not her

well fuck

“That was an Armani, you piece of shit!” Rafael yelled at the demon. Max almost laughed.

THE AUDACITY

It really did. Dragon demons smelled like they lived inside a boys locker room.

well that's nice to know

FUCK THEY ARE TALKING NOW???

ok what is going on

“Say the thing!!!”

“I’m not saying the damn thing, you maniac!”

“Say the thing!”

Rafael groaned and raised his hands, the alliance rune lighting up.

“I’m not just a shadowhunter,” Rafael said through gritted teeth. “I’m Magnus Bane’s son.”

LMAO THEM

“Well, demons are stupid,” Max pointed out.

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Rafael said with a mouthful of food. “You are half demon after all.”

Im so sleepy i cant even react to this

but THEM I CANT-

WHERE.IS.ALEC

Max wanted to laugh. Only David would worry about another person while being injured in the infirmary.

MUST BE PROTECTED

Max nodded; his throat still dry. He couldn’t stop staring at David. At the wound. At the blood.

Also, maybe the naked chest.

AHEM

OH MY GOD JAIME IS ALIVE

we're getting lightwood-bane fluff LET ME CRY

alec...

on one hand alec smoking is fucking hot BUT WITH THE MUNDANE DISEASES OH HELL NAH

“But it tastes so good when it’s from your plate!” Max said with a mouth full of food.

“Oh, you want my food? Here!” Rafael grinned and threw a piece of chicken at his face.

Max caught it with his mouth cause wasting food was a crime. “Thanks, bro!”

“You little s-”

HE CAUGHT IT IN HIS MOUTH

“And no fighting over chicken!” Bapak pointed out. “We can always summon some more.”

“Order,” dad corrected. “We don’t summon. We order. And then we pay.”

“How do we destroy capitalism if we have to pay for everything?” Max asked.

Max has a point y'know

“That’s rich coming from someone who is wearing an Armani jacket,” Max stuck out his tongue.

“It was a gift!” Rafael said, furiously chewing on his chicken.

“Does that mean Bapak is a capitalist?” Max asked.

LMAO

Max: What even-

Max: Can shadowhunters get high on iratzes lol

CAN THEY???

David: Mr Herondale yelled “Yes! Two out of three!”

MOOD

PLEASE RAFAEL AND MAGNUS ARE LIKE "About time"

SAME THOUGH

“David is what you get if Dad and Uncle Jace and Uncle Jem had a baby.”

STOP NO

“Oh,” Max said. “Uh, David and I…We are dating.”

Dad choked on his coffee. “Excuse me?”

Bapak chuckled next to him. “Of course you didn’t know.”

“You two are dating?” dad demanded. “Since when? Who else knows about this? Why didn’t you tell us before? Were you dating when you were in London? Magnus, did you know about this?”

“There you go!” Max yelled triumphantly. “That’s the dramatic reaction I was looking for. Thanks, dad!”

There's alec. Yup

OH MY GOD NOT THE SEX TALK

good thing i had wattpad I MEAN-

“Kissing?” dad gaped. “On the mouth???”

“Um, where else would we kiss?” Max asked incredulously.

“Well, actually,” Bapa cleared his throat. “There are many ways you can enjoy-”

IM CACKLING

And that’s how the next hour turned out to be the most painful and most embarrassing hour of his life.

Max decided he would rather get attacked by a hoard of dragon demons than sit through it any longer

“You guys know we have something called the internet, right?” Max demanded.

“Well, the internet can have mixed messages,” Bapak sniffed. “We on the other hand have real life experien-”

“Magnus!” dad looked red in the face.

“Fine,” Bapak sighed. “Now moving on to the importance of lubrication and-”

“I’m begging you to stop,” Max groaned.

THE NOISES WHICH LEFT MY MOUTH ARE NOT OK TO BE MAKING AT 3 30 AM

“I’ll have you know this conversation utterly traumatized me. I demand financial compensation.”

HE'S SO DRAMATIC

“Well,” dad said carefully. “David is…”

“French?” Max asked.

i blame my sleep deprived ass for laughing at this

next thing i know someone's being tortured and im laughing because i dont have sleep in my system

Max honey...

listen to him

i for one, dont want a repeat of pg 511 cols

oh he's finding out about the incident

that's what i call it

Max thought of all the stories he had heard then. The one of the warlock who killed people who he could bring back his dead girlfriend. The one about a nephilim mother who paired up with prince of hell to bring back her dead son.

oh yeah...

shudder

They called it The Jem effect.

AYYYYY

It was true. In fact, he used to have a crush on both Tessa and Jem. It’s how he had found he was bisexual.

very very valid. have a good day sir

AWW MAX DIDNT KNOW HE COULD BLUSH

you know it's a sign ive been watching b99 too much that i was imagining mina talking like gina...

pls send help

ALSO MINA BESTEST SDCHJDFVYDYUGFYUGFVDYVFD

“Can we not talk about my boyfriend’s sperm, please?”

im surprised my parents havent woken up by the sound i let out

BUT HEY THE DOOR'S CLOSED SO

SUGGENS MINA

“I’m hearing an inflated sense of self-importance,” he heard Ragnor call from the bathroom. “Is Magnus here?”

“Just the spawn,” Max called back.

THE SPAWN BYE-

“He is married to the Consul!” Tessa chuckled. “And one of his sons is a shadowhunter.”

“It’s still very bad for our reputation,” Ragnor grumbled. “He is too close with shadowhunters.”

“You are the headmaster of Scholomance!” Catarina said incredulously. “You teach nephilim! Even though you don’t need a job!”

“I was coerced!” Ragnor huffed. “Manipulated by the children of the angel.”

really ragnor?

The grin disappeared and Ragnor buried his face on Catarina’s shoulder. “I can’t go through this again, Cat! Not again!”

“So much for not taking up after his father, huh?” Catarina chuckled and looked at him. “That’s nice, Max. We are happy for you.”

“We are not!” Ragnor said in a muffled voice.

RAGNOR DJHDCUHUKIHDVVFDDB

OOOO MAX DIDNT KNOW ABOUT CAMILLE

a kind of endless love...

dont make me cry

“I know you are worried, love,” Tessa’s voice was a whisper. “You are worried about surviving after David. You are worried about your own heart. But you should never let that fear stop you from finding love. Because love is what sustains us immortals. It keeps us alive. When you love a mortal, you love them forever. You might not remember all the memories. The colour of their eyes or the sound of their voice. But you will remember the love. You will carry that love inside you forever. It does not make you weak or fragile. It makes you stronger. And you will forever be grateful for it.”

my eyeballs are too tired to cry

stop it

THEY SAID I LOVE YOU

I FEEL LIKE A PROUD MOM

bitch you hate children wtf-

Max laughed. “I’m going to kill dad for making us do this. God, this is so weird!”

better get it done now

HE'S DAVID'S FOREVER

dont do this to me at 4 am

“You should two should some spend time together. Get to know each other and all of that,” Max suggested with a smile. “Maybe you can bond over archery or something.”

“I’m pretty sure he would use me for target practice,” David mumbled.

“Don’t be ridiculous, David!” Max said incredulously. “My father doesn’t need target practice!”

At this point, a David and alec scene isn't a want its a NEED

“I got it all planned,” Max said – for someone who had no idea what he was going to do.

me throughout life

max Rafael isn't the one smoking-

OH MY GOD MY DAD JUST CAME TO CHECK ON ME THE WAY I SLAMMED MY LAPTOP

“Also tell him to stop smoking!” Max pointed out seriously. “It’s not good for his health! Especially with all the mundane illnesses going on.”

“I know, Max,” dad sighed heavily and blinked. “I mean, I’ll talk to him. For sure.”

Alec if anything happens to you...just know ill raise hell

“I don’t want easy,” David smiled. “I want you.”

IT'S 4 AM DUDE

AYYY THE SHANGHAI SHADOW MARKET

CELESTIAL PALACE

“Dad? The Consul? That dad?” David looked surprised and relieved all at once. “Oh my god, he doesn’t hate me!”

“Of course he doesn’t hate you!” Max chuckled. “But he did say he will put your nerd ass in the silent city if you don’t bring me home by 11.”

of course, he did

oh my god SLEEP. there is so much to do tomorrow dying...my grammar was really bad and I don't have what it takes to use Grammarly's corrections except for the ones it's already doing as type.

this chapter had my heart BURSTING!! AHHHHHHH

the talk was so important I'm so glad they took care of that. ok imma head to bed now BYEE

Eeeeeee this was a lot sfkjdfkd I hope you are okay. Get some sleep next time or I will call the police.

Thank you as always for reading, reacting and supporting 💚

[ethanharli]

Requested: 😘 i want to request, Reader is Eggsy ex-boyfriend (I guess) because Eggsy suddenly dissapear (coz his job being a spy) and no contact at all. One day reader see wounded Eggsy chased by some guy(VILLAIN) and reader help him to hide. And maybe some couple argument then room become heated and they can't help to touch each other lmao. Maybe some rough or kink to reminisce their relationship? Well anything is fine 😙

Pairing(s): Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin x Top Male Reader.

Warning(s): Slight Angst (but mostly fluff), Slight Arguing, Nfsw/Smutt, Kinda rough, Definitely biting, Couch sex, Begging.

A/n- I have never seen Kingsman and I have no idea if it takes place in a city (cause that's what I did and I realized it right when I finished it). And I'm sorry if this is bad :"(

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Pushing my hands deeper into the pockets of my jacket I looked at the night sky, letting out a long drawn out breath, just to watch it blow away in the cold air. I always made it a habit to go on cool night walks, but they always feel lonelier then they used to, mostly cause I used to go on these walks with my ex-lover. It's been about two, maybe three years since he disappeared, just up and left with no way to get in contact with him, and I've slowly made peace with the fact I might not ever get to see him again, so all I can do is hope that where ever he is, he's okay. Taking a deep breath I headed down the sidewalk, trying to avoid the people that walked by, but out the corner of my eye I spotted two people running on the other side of the street, and I couldn't help but feel like one of them seemed familiar.

Looking down the side walk and back towards were I saw them, I didn't know what to do, on one hand I wanted to see what was going on but on the other I just wanted to head home. "Fuck it" After a moment of thinking it over I quickly crossed the street, making my way down the path they had ran, cursing once again when I found a gate blocking my way. Ripping off my jacket I let it fall to the ground before gripping onto the gate and swiftly pushing myself over it, hitting the ground on the other side with a soft thud. A small huff slipped past my lips as I saw only two paths, both left and right, most noise and footsteps coming from the left so I headed towards the right, "If I'm quick enough I might be able to get there before them."

Picking up the pace I quickly darted around the corners, using my security guard training as a way to keep a steady breath and cut corners. Finally making it to a clearing I saw the street was bustling with people, so taking a deep breath I headed to the other side of the alley, seeing the two quickly heading this way. So pressing my back to the other side of the wall I hid from their vision, quickly grabbing the arm of the one being chased as he came out of the alley and pulling him to the side. "What the-" I didn't let him continue as I dragged him into the crowd, watching as the other person let out a frustrated huff, scanning around on last time before walking away.

"[Y/n]?" I instantly turned at the call of my name, about to question how they knew it until my eyes meet a familiar blue pair. "Eggsy.." My breath caught in my throat as I looked at him, his brown hair obviously slick with gel but slowly starting to fall in front of his face, lips slightly parted as he panted for breath, but his eyes had me captivated, as they always did and I didn't know how to feel, torn between hugging him or yelling at him. Yet, once I heard a soft hiss slip past his lips as he gripped his side I pushed my feelings away and gently rested my hand on his shoulder, guiding him through the crowd, "Let's get you patched up." We didn't speak much on the way towards my apartment, he mostly sent awkward glances my way but I was to stuck in my own head to really care.

So when we arrived I made sure to check around making sure we weren't followed before I got him inside and settled him on a chair in the living room. "Take your shirt off, I need to look at the wound" I spoke bluntly, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that it's him, that he's here, after three long, painful years of nothing, he's finally here. Shaking my head I pulled out a first aid kit from the top cupboard, making sure to take a seat in front of the injured male, while trying to make sure my eyes didn't wander over his bare torso. Yet I immediately spotted the medium sized bruise on his side, it was a nasty shade of dark purple and I could tell it'll last for a long while, so, I went to work.

Five minutes, it took five minutes of him staring at me and gently pressing a heated pad to his side for him to finally say something. "You're still here? You always talked about moving, you worked hard so you could" His tone was soft and steady, but hesitant and I can't really blame him for that. Fidgeting every so often under my touch, trying to relax against the chair as I tapped my foot against the wooden floor, "Yeah well, that was before my boyfriend just up and disappeared out of no where." I didn't mean for the words to come out so harsh, but I couldn't deny the anger that slowly bubbled up within me. All the pent up anger and frustration over the years that I tried so hard to forget about, coming crashing back in one big tidal wave.

"[Y/n], I'm sorry I-"

"You're sorry?"

My eyes narrowed as I glared at him, trying my best to keep my anger under wraps as I grit my teeth together, "You left! Do you know how hard it was to know I went to sleep with you in my arms, thinking everything was alright, that we were alright, only to wake up with you gone." My body tensed at the memory of that night, remembering how we laughed and kissed, like there wasn't a thing wrong in the world and it was just us two. Going to bed with him in my arms, and telling each other 'I love you,' only to wake up alone, with all his stuff gone as well, "[Y/n] I had no choice." Something in me seemed to snap as I quickly stood from my seat, the hand that kept the warm pack on his side tensing slightly, as I leaned over him, not caring about the close proximity when I rested my hand on the back of the chair, trapping him between it and myself.

"No choice? You could've told me you were leaving! I spent three years- three long agonizing years thinking you left cause you didn't want to be with me anymore! And if that were the case then why not just fucking tell me?!" I couldn't stop the sudden rise of my voice, glaring into his blue eyes as I brought myself closer to him, making sure to keep eye contact even if we were only a few inches apart. Letting out a heavy breath I ignored the heat rising in his cheeks as I pressed forward, "I spent countless nights looking for you! Wondering where the hell you could've gone, and wondering if you were alright, cause I was scared shitless!" Tears slowly gathered in my eyes as I looked at him, feeling my heart ache in my chest, not feeling the way his hands rested on my arms.

"I was told to give up, I was told to accept the reality that you were probably dead, but I couldn't- I couldn't because I lo-!" My eyes widened when he pulled me down into a desperate kiss that I couldn't help but sink into, letting my eyes flutter shut as I brought my hand to the back of his head, running my fingers through the soft brown strands as our lips slid together perfectly, and I couldn't help but remember those countless nights we shared before as I dragged my tongue along his lower lip, shyly brushing our tongues together when he finally granted me access. However my hands traveled beneath his thighs, making sure not to touch his bruise as I hoisted him up and moved us towards the couch, pressing his bare back against the couch cushions before I peeled off my shirt and threw it to the side. I practically drank in the sight of him, a rosey red blush coated his cheeks and dusted lightly over his shoulders, his chest rising and falling as he panted softly, "Absolutely stunning, every god damn inch of you."

His blush only seemed to deepen from my words, while our noses bumped together slightly as he quickly pulled me back down into a feverish kiss, my hands trailing over his torso, rolling my thumbs over his nipples, forcing a high pitched whimper past his throat that had my cock throbbing from the sound of it. "Good to know you're still sensitive here" A sly smirk was brought to my face as I leaned towards his neck, dragging my tongue up his heated skin before I chuckled softly and bit down, "Ngh!" His pleasured grunts and roll of his hips against my own encouraged me to continue, making sure to litter his neck and shoulders with multiple love bites, as my thumbs continued to toy with his perky buds. "F-Fuck, [Y/n] please.." Sitting up I adjusted myself between his legs, drawing my tongue over my upper lip as I looked down at him, "C'mon baby, you know what to do" He narrowed his eyes at me in slight irritation but he knew as well I did that he enjoys it. So propping himself up against the armrest he looked me in the eyes as he unbuckled his pants, "Please [Y/n].. I need you, I need to feel you," He panted softly, beginning to slide out of his jeans and boxers, "Please, fill me up."

The mere sight of him nearly had me choking, and I hadn't realized just how much I missed the feeling of him beneath me, the feeling of him pressed against me. In a quick motion I brought my fingers to my lips, coating them in my saliva before moving them between his legs and positioning my middle finger at his entrance, "You ready sweetheart?" Watching him nod I let out a drawn breath before slowly pressing my finger inside him, watching him squirm a bit and I couldn't help but notice how tight he is.

"Let me kn-"

"Move."

His breathy moan caught me a bit off guard, but I was happy to comply and started to thrust my finger at an even pace, letting my lips continue to explore the unmarked places of his neck before sliding in another finger, "Ngh, Fuck" His moans only spurred me on and I couldn't help but notice how uncomfortably tight my pants have gotten. "Please just- just put it in [Y/n] please!" With a low chuckle I nodded my head, pulling my fingers out of him so that I could take off my own jeans and boxer briefs, then position my tip at his entrance, slowly pushing inside of him and shuddering at the feeling of his tight walls around me. "Fuck! Y-You can move" Letting out a soft pant I slowly rocked my hips, letting us both adjust until I quickened my pace, searching for a certain spot I had memorized years ago.

His nails dug in and raked down my back, letting out a broken shuddering moan that let me know I had found it, "There! Shit-" He groaned out as I made sure to hit that spot, raising my hand to gently wipe away the tears that gathered in his eyes before capturing his lips with my own, feeling his hips jerk when my other hand made it's way to his throbbing cock, causing my core to sting when he moaned into my ear, "I-Im gonna cum" He hissed softly, now rocking his hips with my own. "Go ahead sweetheart, cum for me" I spoke huskily, running my thumb over his tip while hitting his prostate dead on. Causing his body to shudder and tense beneath me, cumming into my hand as I speeded up my thrusts, hearing his breath hitch in his throat, "In or out?" I asked through clenched teeth, feeling him wrap his legs tightly around my waist, "In."

So with a quick thrust I came inside him, letting out hard batted pants that mixed with his own, and I couldn't help but lay on his chest, cuddling into him like I had done many times in the past, loving the feeling of his fingers running through my hair, I was tired, we both were, but I was scared to fall asleep, "Eggsy.." I spoke softly, looking up into his eyes as he smiled back at me, "Yes?"

"Please be here when I wake up.."

"I will, I promise."

And to my surprise, he was.

[a-monsters-love]

Hi!! I know this is super dramatic but I was wondering if you’d be willing to write some ✨angst✨ Maybe Todoroki, Hawks, Bakugo Midoriya (take your pick if that’s too many) reacting to their s/o taking a particularly bad hit for them? Enough to knock them out of a fight. If you needed an idea for a quirk, maybe a short burst teleportation quirk? Just an idea! Thanks for taking the time to read this! 🖤

Oh man, I love drama but let’s see if I know how to write angst, and I LOVE THAT QUIRK IDEA. I had a similar idea for a fic that’s been pinned until I get ✨inspiration✨ aND HERE WE ARE. Also thank you so much for the request and for being so polite 💛

The idea I had was inspired by Vanellope von Schweetz from Wreck-It-Ralph, like a glitch quirk. I’m gonna make the 1-A boys pro hero’s for this because it’s so much more work to do it while they’re still in school, I’m cutting Izuku cause I can’t see anything but crying or our feral child in the latest update and oh man it hurts too much.

These are a fraction shorter than I would’ve liked them to be however i wrote them on my phone so they looked longer lmao

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[Master List]

Todoroki Shoto:

Hours. It’s been hours since this fight had begun, or so it felt like. You were panting heavily, Shoto watched you stand your ground firmly. You took a deep meditative breath, you smiled softly at him and glitched. You appeared on a window ledge behind the steel villain and went in to distract him while Shoto went to work. He looked around and noticed you were cornering the villain where less civilians were around. The villain turned as if to attack you but made a quick action to attack Shoto off guard, you glitched towards your husband to stop the steel needles from impacting him. “(Y/N)!” He screamed, your hand was so close but the world went black.

Shoto watched as several thick steel needles pierced through your body, you smiled softly at him and you eyes closed before you hit the ground. Tears sizzled before they could run down his cheeks, he saw red and froze the villain quickly. He didn’t care about the repercussions, he didn’t care what would happen, all he wanted was for you to be alive at the end of the day.

He sat there with you in his arms as blood pooled around the two of you staining your respective uniforms. A medic removed you from his arms and he followed silently. He didn’t say anything in the ambulance, he didn’t say anything while you were in surgery, he didn’t say anything as you were transferred to a hospital room.

Days that passed turned into weeks before you opened your eyes, when you did you see his bi-colored hair as he slept snuggled into your arm leaned onto your hospital bed. You smiled softly and pet his hair with you opposing hand, a deep breath leaves you. Shoto stirs and rubs his eyes as he sits up, his left side lights aflame as his emotions run wild. “Hey.” You said, your voice was scratchy and muffled from the oxygen mask.

“Hey.” His voice shook as sat up, he clutched your hand in his and squeezed it lightly. “(Y/N)-  I- you can’t…” His words hitched in his throat.

You sighed and smiled softly again, “I’m sorry, Sho.” Tears left your eyes, you couldn’t imagine how he must feel. “My body just-“ Moved on its own, you chuckled softly at the thought.

He chuckled getting the point of what you were going to say, he kissed your forehead softly. “Try not to do that again…” He nearly whispered the words, you could felt him shaking. You couldn’t promise you wouldn’t do it again, but you could promise to try.

Takami Keigo (Hawks):

You didn’t know how he could flirt while fighting, at first sure it was cute and sure you love him but, “Hawks! Is this really the time?” You tried not to hiss at him blushing in embarrassment and frustration.

He gave his award winning smile, “Of course, Angel! How else am I supposed to keep up morale?” You snorted at his comment and rolled your eyes.

“Focus, Birdy.” You jumped out of the way before colliding with cement being thrown at you. You glitched towards the villain before he could touch the ground again, as soon as you reformed in front of him your stomach felt hot. You coughed up blood and looked down. You materialized into the villains knife, looking back at your boyfriend a tear streamed down your cheek. “Focus…” Your voice was almost a whisper as your body fell towards the earth.

“DOVE!” His cry was almost a screech. Keigo’s eyes narrowed as he sent the last of his feathers towards you to soften your landing. “THAT’S ENOUGH.” He charged towards the villain but your words echoed in his mind ‘focus’. Hawks retrieved his longest feathers that now dripped with your blood, he saw red but kept hearing your words. He made quick work incapacitating the villain before rushing to find you. You’d already been taken into an ambulance and ushered off to the emergency room.

Keigo paced enough to wear a trench into the ground while you were in surgery. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as the surgery sign turned off. He was told to rest by a nurse but refused until he saw you.

You slept for a few days before waking up, when you did he was staring at you wide eyed. He was surprised to see you awake but gods was he relieved. He wore what one might consider pajamas, his sweatpants were pulled up to his knees, his shirt and sweater were disheveled. He had dark heavy bags under his eyes the indicated he wasn’t handling you being out very well. “Angel..” He spoke softly.

You smiled and winced painfully as you adjusted, Keigo stood quickly to help you adjust the lift in the bed. “Hey Birdy..” You coughed out, “You look like hell.”

He rubbed his face and snorted, “Dove. Is this really the time?” He was grateful you could make jokes even while on deaths doorsteps.

You smirked, “How else am I supposed to keep up the morale?” You teased, quoting his comment the day of the fight. You both chuckled softly before silent set in. “I’m sorry Kei, I should’ve been paying more attention.” Your hand grazed over your newest scar.

Keigo goes to say something with a smile but it quickly drops, he looks at his  hands as they shake. “I… I don’t know what I would’ve done with out you…” He glances up at you with misty eyes. “Don’t scare me like that, (Y/N)…”

Guilt sets in your stomach as tears well in your own eyes, “I didn’t mean to-“ You reached out your arms and he climbed into the hospital bed beside you. You pet his hair until he fell asleep, you both knew this was part of being a hero but this was the last thing you wanted.

Bakugo Katsuki:

Just once, just once you’d like to have a normal date with your boyfriend. Sure, you’re both hero’s and sure, it’s not like villains had a schedule you could follow and plan around. Fuck, just once you’d love if King Murder Explosion himself would just let other hero’s handle things themselves.

You glitched around the street collecting and moving civilians, “Ground Zero, the western street is clear!” You shout up to him.

A smirk grows on his lips as he follows your lead, blasting the villain to the street you cleared. You start clearing the surrounding streets as you knew how your boyfriend was, blasty boi couldn’t avoid making a bigger mess than needed. “COME ON! SCARED?” He chided with the villain, edging him on.

The oversized criminal threw an empty car towards Katsuki who blasted it to the ground. Things being thrown and blasted back and fourth continued for a moment when you heard a cry for help. A child, you thought. You look back at the two fighting and glitched towards the sound, you teleported between rubble slowly finding your way to them. “Hey… it’s gonna be alright.” You said in a hushed toned as you found their little hand, glitching them into your arms. “Hey- Hi kiddo, I’m here now.” You pet their hair as the sobbed silently, trekking back to safety.

You could only glitch one person at a time safely, the last thing you needed was to glitch a possibly injured child into having a seizure. “(Y/N)!” You heard Katsuki shout, “LOOK OUT!!” He howled, you looked back too slow and glitched the child to safety.

By the time your quirk confirmed they had materialized safely you were struck in the head with a large chunk on concrete. Everything was dizzying and then black, “Suki..” You mumbled as you hit the ground.

The next explosion was loud, aggressive. Katsuki hadn’t seen that much rage since high school. After everything that happened and then meeting you, you the woman he wanted to marry, gods he saw red. He debilitated the villain in a series of large blasts, bellowing for medics who arrived at the scene. He screamed at them to hurry up and help you, screamed until he was sure it was burned in their brains before fizzling.

The world had never seemed so silent, everything ached. Everything was dull and lifeless as he waited for you to wake up. They claimed you’d be fine, Recovery Girl had come to see you. Now was just a waiting game, Katauki’s patience was thin but he’d wait for you for the rest of his life.

You woke that evening to quiet bickering, you can hear Katsuki on the phone. You assumed it was Kirishima, you smirked thinking about how much your boyfriend has calmed down in the passed years. “No, I couldn’t ask her! You really think I had the time? We’re in the fuCKING HOSPITAL!” He hissed.

You hummed, “..Suki?” You ask, he disconnects the line as soon as he heard your voice and walks over to your bed.

“Why didn’t you teleport to safety?” He jeered.

You sigh and look at the ceiling, “I had a child with me, I couldn’t.” You rubbed your eyes and looked at him. His gaze softened and he sat down.

He sighed and pressed his face into both of his palms, “Today was supposed to be fucking special, I always fuck this shit up.” You hummed in curiosity, a blush crept up his ears.

“Everyday is special with you, Suki. Stop being so hard on yourself.” You chuckle softly.

He looks up and rests his chin on one of his hands, the other reaches into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a small velvety box, “That’s not what I meant...” He huffed and handed you the box.

You sat up awkwardly and took the box, opening it to see a ring set. It was simple but it fit the two of you, tears bubbles up in your eyes. “Katsuki-“ Your voice hitched in your throat and he slouched back in his seat while ruffling his hair. “Of course, oh my god-“ The two of you chuckled and you reached out for him to come closer, you pressed your lips to his for a chaste kiss. “So, who’s idea was it to make you do all the extra frivolousness?” You snort at him and he shot up.

He growled slightly ruffling his hair aggressively, “I KNEW YOU DIDN’T NEED ALL THAT SHIT.” You burst into laughter and groaned at the ache in your head, maybe you could get a day from him to go on a date.

[clevercorvidae]

BNHA Common Misconceptions

I’ve been seeing wayyy too much bs on my dash lately. So I thought I’d share some of my thoughts on some Controversy™

***Spoilers For The Manga***

1. “What the HPSC did to Hawks wasn’t bad”

A government organization putting a young child through rigorous training so that he can be used as a tool is bad. I don’t know why I have to spell that out

Hawks had to abandon his real name at a very young age. That’s damaging for a kid’s sense of identity. His identity as a person no longer has any separation from his work as a hero. Being a hero is all he is now. I wouldn’t be surprised if (provided Hawks’s wings are gone for good) he has an identity crisis after this arc because he can’t be “Hawks” anymore.

Hawks is based on Lionel Messi, a soccer player recruited at a young age in return for paying for his medical procedures. I’ve seen people say that Hawks chose to be a hero. One, he was a child, young children shouldn’t be making decisions like that. Two, we know based on context clues that Keigo was more than likely living in poverty, possibly with alcoholic parents, and we literally are told that the HPSC payed for his family’s living expenses. Do you really think Keigo had much of a choice here?

I’ve seen people say “it’s just like what UA is doing”. First of all, UA is called out for being irresponsible and endangering their students IN UNIVERSE. Second, Keigo was a young child, the UA kids are 15+. There’s a huge difference.

2. “Mitsuki isn’t abusive”

Honestly when it comes to her smacking Katsuki, I could excuse it as a joke done in poor taste and not hold it over her as a character.

Hitting him WASNT just discipline tho. You should never, ever, under any circumstances hit your kid. Fuck that noise.

What I really have an issue with is what she SAYS to Katsuki. Her guilt tripping him isn’t a throwaway line either. He repeats the sentiment that he is responsible for Kamino during Deku v Kacchan 2. It’s one of the main reasons he fights Deku.

Horikoshi says that Katsuki has a good relationship with his mother. In that case, he did a horrible job at presenting that. What is written in the canon is what should be used as the basis for how we interpret her character.

3. “Shigaraki chose to kill his family/was born evil”

No...just...no. He was FIVE for crying out loud.

He wanted to be a hero, and took extra care to play with kids that had no friends. He definitely wasn’t born evil lmao.

His quirk manifested while he was having an emotional crisis. Decay is controlled by emotion so of course it went haywire.

He didn’t even know it was him doing it at first.

“But Shigaraki said he WANTED it to happen” Shigaraki is an unreliable narrator. What we actually SEE tells a very different story. He reaches out to Hana and his Mother for help. His grandparents are just caught in the shockwave. The ONLY person he killed on purpose was his father.

Now when it comes to his father, he had just beat him and locked him outside. He’s FIVE, and he has no healthy outlet for his anger and frustration. Hell, we see that in his “itchiness”, he only feels like this in the house, because his father makes him suppress his love for heroes and his dream to become one. He takes joy in killing his father because it’s the only release he’s ever experienced.

The fact that you guys forget that this is an abused child with no real control over his quirk that just got beaten and locked outside... Nope, no reading comprehension here.

4. “The League of Villains are justified/are a revolutionary group”

...Shigaraki has stated over and over again that he just wants to destroy everything. He doesn’t care about reform or improving anything. That one panel in Ch. 222, where he says he wants to destroy everything I think sums it up perfectly.

He wants to destroy EVERYTHING good or bad or neither or both. There’s a newborn baby, a field of flowers , Nine, various heroes, the UA kids, etc all varying in innocence.

The rest of the league have very different goals and reasons why they continue to support Shigaraki. Twice wants to protect the only people that accepted him. Spinner just wants to have purpose for his life. Toga wants to live the way she wishes with no consequences. Compress is also here.

The only “revolutionary” is Dabi. But his views are not universal throughout the league.

Even if they were trying to improve things. They have killed countless innocent people, they’ve tried to kill the UA kids too. That’s not ok. And it’s not erased by the fact that they’ve done good. (I do appreciate them for killing the MHA version of the KKK, truly epic of you)

5. “Hawks is abusive”

It’s not abuse to manipulate someone for info when you’re a double agent. It’s kinda shitty, and you could argue that it was unnecessary for Hawks to do so in context. But it’s not abuse.

Y’all need to stop using the word abuse/abusive tendencies to describe all immoral actions

I’ve also seen people say that Hawks has abusive tendencies (as in he’s abusive in all his relationships with other characters) and...do I really need to explain why that makes no sense at all?

6. “Twice deserved to die/it was necessary to kill him”

Feel like I need to remind people that we’ve only ever actually seen Twice kill one guy and that was one of the KKK guys.

Twice isn’t evil, even Hawks admits that he is a genuinely good person. Good people don’t deserve to die.

It wasn’t necessary, and here’s why: Hawks could’ve just knocked him out or even just severely injured him. (Or the HPSC could’ve just grown a brain cell and sent more people to back him up, making it easier to hold back his quirk and arrest him)

Hawks shouldn’t have killed Twice, he only killed him because he’s been raised as a child soldier and I wouldn’t be surprised if what he told Twice about taking out villains was a direct quote from the HPSC

Also, Hawks would’ve killed Twice with or without Dabi’s intervention

Something I do have to say though is that Hawks was right not to just let Twice go. It’s tragic because Twice WAS leaving to help his friends, but the other side of that tragedy it that his friends are terrorists. If he was allowed to leave a shit ton of people would have died (again that doesn’t mean he deserved to die either, don’t get it twisted)

The WHOLE POINT of Hawks v Twice is to make you question who the bad guy is. Both characters are morally gray and the only reason they even have to fight is because of the outside forces controlling their fates. It’s supposed to be tragic it’s supposed to be unclear who is in the right, so stop arguing about it.

7. “Bakugou is abusive/irredeemable” (I know it’s been talked to death but I still see it everywhere)

People are, in fact, allowed to grow past the person they were in middle school.

Most people get hung up on the “throw yourself off a building” line. Which is fair, but again, he was in middle school.

People also say “he hasn’t apologized yet”. Yeah? And? The story isn’t over yet. Horikoshi has already acknowledged that too. I don’t know what you want? People who like him know that his arc isn’t over yet.

I’ve seen a lot of people denying his character development. In the beginning of the series he was a bully and let his ego control him. I don’t think he’s bullied...anyone since Deku v Kacchan 2. He insults people but they obviously don’t take it seriously.

He’s also gone from preferring to fail a final exam to avoid working with Deku, to following him into battle against Shigaraki.

Also, when he actually likes and respects someone he doesn’t mistreat them. This is the same thing with Hawks where y’all NEED to stop misusing the word abuse. He was an abusive friend to Deku when they were kids, that’s it.

8. “Rei was abusive too!”

I’m BEGGING YOU to learn what the term “abuse” means istg

She had a psychotic break. She genuinely thought it was her abusive husband coming through the door, and she acted out of fear.

“Well that’s not an excuse” yes it fucking is. Not to mention that as soon as she realized what happened, she sobs hysterically because she hurt Shouto and tries to use her quirk to help him.

I genuinely don’t understand why people think this

9. “Dabi actually does care about the league”

Listen, I know it sounds harsh, but y’all need to get your heads out of your piles of headcanons.

We know next to nothing about how Dabi feels about just about anything. But we do see that he’s aloof and distant with the league, he doesn’t put in more than he needs to. The rest of the league think of each other as family. Dabi straight up says he doesn’t give a shit about them.

“What if he was just putting up a front for Hawks” Why? Why would he do that? When asked who he was he answered him. He tells him how he feels about hero society and Stain. Not to mention that he was getting ready to kill him. If he was hiding his true feelings about the league I doubt he would’ve so easily said that he didn’t care about them but rather how useful they were.

At this point it’s just wishful thinking. Based on everything we’ve seen in the series so far and everything we know about Dabi, I think it’s safe to say that he doesn’t care about them all that much. If he secretly does care about them, I’d say it’s likely that he doesn’t even know he does.

Idk why all of a sudden villain stans and hero stans are feuding over things that shouldn’t even be up for debate in the first place. Sorry if this came off as super aggressive, I’m just sick of seeing this stuff all over the place. If anyone has anything to add go ahead

[katsidhe]

hi, could you do 10.4 for ep reviews

10.04 Final Thoughts

It’s been a hot minute, but I’m still doing these! I remember being frustrated by this episode when I first watched it. But hey, it’s actually pretty good, and I enjoy it a lot more after s13-15 than I ever could in the s10 era.

There is a fix, and there is no fix.

Such a large part of season 10 is about a meta signal that the fun of s9/the first few episodes of s10 is coming to a close--the fun as in, setting Sam and Dean specifically and indisputably at odds, in a way where Dean is specifically in the wrong. So much of my antipathy towards s10 is tied up in that miserable little beach scene timeskip, in what it fundamentally deflects. Gone forever is the movement that s9 implied. Gone forever is the chance at a reckoning. And it needn’t have been that way, not necessarily. I have such complicated emotions about s10. 

But, y’know, despite the show signaling that it wants to tell us that the strife of s9 is over, that the brothers aren’t mad at each other anymore, that their relationship is being reset back to basics, there’s a lot that simply can’t be reset. And it’s in those spaces that I like season 10, where the narrative focus isn’t on what is or isn’t the Mark’s influence, or how Dean’s dealing with being even more rage-y than usual: where the unresolved past is all that we get and all that we need. 

Dean needling Sam about wearing a sling... like haha fucking nerd, wearing a goofy sling because you got injured trying to undemonify me. Classic comedy. 

Also classic comedy: it is HILARIOUS that both the show and Dean are trying to make the Lester situation into some moral watershed for Sam. Especially when Dean’s the guy who killed him, lmao. 

And Sam’s not tormented or apologetic about it, he’s literally just--confused! Like me, he really doesn’t see any moral line he crossed there that he and Dean haven’t crossed on the daily for years.  

It’s overtly, hilariously, a “And now we’re both in the wrong” moment--Dean trying to draw a false equivalence between their respective degeneracies in the early part of s10. It’s the same equivalence that the show tried to pull, tonally. Supernatural has a real addiction to this kind of attempted equalization—it needs the brothers on the same level even when they aren’t; it presupposes that an interesting conflict requires that both parties be more or less equally in the “wrong”. 

That moment when Sam says—I watched you die. I carried your corpse. I put your dead body on your bed. Well, it hits different now, doesn’t it. 

This is my favorite type of SPN MOTW episode, where we dispense entirely with any plausible deniability or narrative posturing, and go ahead and make parallels into anvils. Like, of course we’re doing a case about a sister whose craving for blood and power has rendered her uncontrollably violent. Naturally.  

The core thread here is what is and isn’t Kate’s sister, and therefore what is and isn’t Dean. It’s both an excuse and a reckoning. Tasha did not take on her curse by choice, but she chose to use it to leverage her power over other people—in doing so, she becomes someone Kate says, dramatically, isn’t her sister. 

Sam uses it to set Dean apart from his actions and from the Mark, to exonerate him, and to justify violence/action against demon!Dean. He doesn’t need to forgive Dean, he doesn’t need Dean’s apologies or thank-yous, because he simply says it wasn’t Dean. 

To complicate our parallels, though, it’s Kate who made a medical decision for Tasha without her knowledge or consent, and then Kate who kills Tasha--a Righteous Kill (tm) through and through, done for the ~real~ Tasha’s own good. 

Obviously it’s also to prevent Tasha from continuing to be a super-powered serial killer for no good reason, too. But the narrative thrust here has a delightfully uncomfortable kill-her-to-save-her element... such that even though I got the feeling while watching that we were meant to be fearing Sam killing a Mark-addled Dean, it just fundamentally couldn’t land that way. That move is just way too Dean-coded. 

10.04 actually does a great job of encapsulating s10 at its best: the strange combination of ignoring and glorifying and dismantling the show’s underpinnings, all with a baffling degree of a lack of self-awareness. The rich irony of Dean wanting so badly to do the right thing, juxtaposed with him ready to kill at the drop of a hat, would be more interesting if it weren’t already what the show is about, sans murder tattoo.