#I don't have to write a mission in this one so hopefully it won't take 15 fucking days to finish fingers crossed

[solivagantingrebel]

The more I write Bleeding Oath, the more I realise it's definitely the spiritual successor of Beyond Life and Death.

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

FICMAS - DAY 6 - SECRET SANTA

Title: Secret Santa

Synopsis: You have *no* clue what to get one of your two boyfriends for Christmas for secret santa

Warnings: This is m/m/f. That's really it?

AN: This WAS made with like... one mutual in mind, and I will continue to write JohnSimonReader because OML the concept is fun. Anyways eat. OH AND THIS WAS THE ONLY IMAGE OF THEM I COULD FIND?

"Out the 'at, c'mon," Simon shakes the cap--Kyle's hat he always wears on missions--with the little names on it. You pick a name, not opening it yet. 

Once everyone has a name, John's voice is heard, "'Right, everyone. All you 'ave t'do is buy a gift, limit being £40 in price, for the person on your slip o'paper by Christmas Eve."

You nod, along with the other men, and John adjourns the meeting.

As soon as you're in your quarters, you're reading your slip of paper.

Simon. One of your two boyfriends in your cursed little love circle. 

You huff, unsure of what to get him, so you phone John. "John?" You answer the phone as soon as he picks up.

"Yes, dovie?" He responds, a little confused, "Everythin's okay?"

"Yes, it's about Si. What.. what do I get him for Christmas?"

A bark of laughter escapes his lips, "So *tha's* who ya got? I'd reckon you dressin' up in some nice little lingerie would work just fine."

You huff out and roll those pretty little eyes, scoffing, "John! I need to get him an *actual* gift."

"Take pictures--wallet sized, yeah? He'd like that."

You scoff again and shake you head, before John adds, "I'd like tha' as well, yeah?"

He laughs and smirks and you can practically hear that smirk through the phone, "Goodbye, John."

"Oh- come on, lovie! Don't even act like tha's not true," He tries to respond, "I love you?"

You chuckle, getting up to pace, "Love you too, John. You and Simon should come to my dorm, we'll cuddle until Simon's asleep and you and I can talk Christmas some more."

He huffs out a laugh, "Cuddle," he says like it's impossible. You hang up the phone and sigh, sitting down on your bed.

What *could* you get Simon? I mean, he's so... avoidant of gifts. Maybe a good coat? Maybe an inside joke?

You rack your brain so hard it could explode as you wait for Simon and John to come back to your quarters for your nightly cuddle before it dawns on you.

*A kiss the cook apron.*

He loves those, always making jokes and no matter if you are or are not all deployed, John doesn't cook because Simon won't let you or him *anywhere* near the kitchen. He'd *love* it.

Cut to the exchange day, and everyone is laughing and excited. Why wouldn't they be?

You present to Simon is wrapped nicely in one of those shirt boxes they sell, it has a pretty bow and a nicely written name tag.

Your gift was from Johnny and was a new mug so you "stop stealing his," which made you laugh.

Kyle got from John a proper coat, because everyone knows that that man does NOT take care of himself.

Kyle got Johnny a pair of thick gloves for work so his hands don't get worse.

Then Simon opens his gift, while you're curled up on John's lap. You're biting you lip, looking nervous.

Then he sees the apron, unfolding it and letting out a laugh. He never laughs, so everyone looked *incredibly* surprised, but he showed it off.

And of course he knew it was you, so he tossed John his gift and opened his arms for you.

He got John an eye mask, so he'd stop complaining about how dark it is, and hopefully stop snoring as much.

You end up snuggled up to Simon's side, everyone chatting about. You steal a sip from John's got cocoa, and he comes over and wraps his arms around both of you in a bear hug.

Simon leans down and whispers into your ear, "I promise 'll use your gift, dovie."

You lean up with a grin, kissing his cheek, "Thanks, Si."

[ynstark]

His Angel - (Part One)

Title: His Angel (Part One)

Characters/Pairings: Post!Endgame!Steve Rogers x Female!Adoptive!Stark!Virgin!Reader

Summary: You confide in Steve that you're a virgin. He's honesty shocked, but maybe he can be you first and hopefully you last.

Reader is in her 20s and Steve is in his mid 30s.

Minors DNI! Please and thank you!

Contents/Warnings: explicit smut, use of the nickname Angel a lot, mentions of death, talks of a toxic father, kissing, vaginal fingering, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, hint of a praise kink, talks of intercourse, talks of sex!toy use, angst, aftercare, Steve has a little bit of an ego, it's tiny, hopefully I listed them all, If I didn't let me know!

Author's Note: Ummm Hi, so I wrote my first fanfic. I've been studying the dark arts for a while and decided to take a crack at it. I don't know the word count, it came out ridiculously long. I just wrote whatever came to my head. Takes place a year after Tony's Memorial. This is a one time thing and won't happen again because I don't think I could write something like this ever again. Edit: Well, I started writing a prequel which takes place right after Tony's Memorial. So 20 likes and I'll drop that, but this is not happening again. Edit, Edit: This is now going to be pt 1 and there will be a pt 2 on top of the prequel. I didn't mean to write a lot of backstory, but it happened. If you squint, Steve is a soft!dom. I didn't grammar check so I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors. Do not repost my work anywhere. Likes and reblogs are welcomed and appreciated. Peace and love, enjoy. 🤍

Tonight was the night, you're going to loose your virginity to Steve Rogers. Everyone was on a mission for the past few days except for you and Steve, which left the whole compound to yourselves. You had confided in Steve one night that you were still a virgin, which came as a total shock to him. You were a fireball with confidence cascading out of you like water. Any man would be lucky to have you, but he also remembered your past and how your own father had treated you, which is why Tony adopted you after the snap.

Tony and your father worked together for years, but Tony knew the truth. You always had to convince him not to intervene for the sack of your mother, but then the snap happened and your mother was one of its victims. Tony had a good case for custody. He wasn't going to leave you in the care of your father and stand by and watch. Natasha also became a mother figure to you. Visiting you when she could and training you, which led to you going on missions. Tony didn't love that, but he knew you enjoyed going on them and you were a good asset to the team. You got to be a big sister to Morgan and Tony got to experience what it was like to have a grown up daughter and a new born at the same time, which he was grateful for before he died.

Tony left a letter for Steve asking him to take care of you. He knew you were a capable woman and that you could take care of yourself, but with him and Natasha gone, he knew you would drown emotionally. At least Tony could leave you in peace knowing you had Steve to lean on. After the memorial, Steve would check in on you. He would call you, visit you at your apartment or you would go to his. He would make sure you went to therapy, asked if you had visited Pepper and Morgan, or that you were taking care of yourself. You two grew close. The compound was finally rebuilt, which you and the rest of the avengers were grateful for. It was nice to be living with each other again. Steve started to call you Angel. He saw how your eyes had a little twinkle in them when he called you that. Bucky and Sam teased him about it. They could tell that Steve was falling for you the more he got to know you. Steve knew this isn't what Tony meant when he asked him to "take care of you", but Steve knew he couldn't ignore what he was feeling. He just didn't want to cross a line if you weren't ready. The problem was, he couldn't tell if you were.

Even though you knew that not all men were bad, especially being close to all the men in the avengers, your own father really set the example that you couldn't trust them, or tell if they had good intentions with you. The conversation with Steve took place one night when Steve decided to cook dinner for the two of you at the compound. Steve asked for your assistance in the kitchen, he really has no idea what he's doing. You sat on the counter giving him pointers and watching him to make sure he didn't burn anything.

"So, you're a virgin?" Steve asked, his curiosity fully peaked as he worked over the stove.

"Yup, unless you count using a dildo, but otherwise, no, I have not had the full experience."

"Never had someone go down on you?" You shake your head no to his question.

"Fingered you?"

"N.O. Rogers."

"Your first kiss?" He was definitely prying now.

"No." You could feel the loneliness set in you again.

"Pretty pathetic huh?" You looked down at your feet. Steve turned towards you, an empathetic look in his eyes, he could sense your mood had shifted.

"Hey, known of that, you're not pathetic. I've only slept with one person, and well, kissed Natasha."

"You kissed Natasha!" You asked surprised at his new confession.

"It was one time and she kissed me! It was so we didn't blow our cover. I'm surprised she never told you about it." Steve went back to stirring the pasta.

"Well she probably didn't want that image tattooed in my brain, it's also more believable that she kissed you." You snickered.

"Ha ha, very funny." he responded, you laughed again, making Steve get a little defensive. "Hey! I have game!"

"Really! I would love to see it in action Rogers."

"Well maybe I can try it out on you." Steve wanted a hole to open up and swallow him whole, he couldn't believe he actually said that out loud to you. Before he had time to retract his statement, you responded with, "Hmm, maybe." Steve paused to look over at you, he could sense no discomfort from you, you were actually serious.

"I'm sorry, did I hear a "maybe" Angel?" Steve stopped what he was doing to give you his full undivided attention. You sat there with that confidence he loved so much radiating off of you. You wanted him to actually try. Steve turned the stove off and slowly approached you. He knew he had to be careful with you. He couldn't just take you right here in the kitchen, even though he'd love to see you fall apart for him on his cock bent over the kitchen counter. "Control yourself Rogers." He thought to himself. Steve didn't want to trigger you. Once he was in front of you, you slightly spread your legs so he could stand in between them. You bit your bottom lip in anticipation and boy did Steve get hard once he saw your bottom lip disappear between your teeth.

"Can I touch you Angel?" He asked gently, you nodded. A tiny please slipped out from your lips. Steve chuckled a little. Guess he had that effect on you. He started with his hands on your thighs working their way up to your hips and then settling them on your bum. He gave it a little squeeze and you jumped at his motion, but not in a scared way, more of a "Please continue. I like what you're doing" way. Your hands travel up to fold behind his neck as Steve pulls you closer, you could feel his erection against you.

"So that's what that feels like." Steve couldn't help but burst out laughing at your statement, throwing his head back. You joined in on his laughter.

"Yes Angel, that is what an erection feels like." He responded still laughing.

"I did that to you?!" Your complete oblivion of a man's reaction to you made Steve want you more.

"Shit I didn't know we were that powerful." You continued, Steve thought, "If this woman only knew what power she has over me."

"Very powerful, if you told me to sacrifice myself, I'd do it in a heartbeat." Steve had the biggest dopey smile on his face as you laughed at his response. Once both of your laughter settled down, the reality set back in. Questions started to swirl in your head. Were you really ready to go through with this and let Steve have unconditionally access to you in the most intimate way possible? Could you get out of your head and let a man shower you in an abundance of love that you had never experienced before? You were brought out of your swirling when Steve got your attention by asking his own question.

"Angel, can I kiss you?" Steve asked, trying not to freak you out, but he could see the tiny panic in your eyes already, he starts to pull back, but you grab his arms.

"I need five minutes, I'll meet you in your room, I just need to get myself together. Can I have five minutes?" you asked quickly.

"You can have all the time in the world." He laughed, "What about dinner?" His eyes wonder over to the unfinished pasta in the pot.

"Screw dinner, you're about to screw me!" You jump off the counter and out of his arms, Steve couldn't help but smile. You're racing out of the kitchen when you turn around to tell him again, "Five minutes, okay?"

"Five minutes Angel, I'll be there." You leave him in the kitchen to clean up the dinner that never happened, racing to your room, and locking the door behind you. You take a few deep breaths. Tonight is the night, you're going to loose your virginity to Steve Rogers. You quickly change into a pair of comfy clothes, deciding to forgo your under garments. What's the point when Steve was going to rip you out of them anyway. You fixed your hair to have some form of sex-appeal. Quickly shaved and moisturized. You looked in the mirror, you did what you could on short notice, if anything you looked cute instead of sexy. Still looking in the mirror, you hyped yourself up. "You got this, Steve would never hurt you." You walked out of your room and headed to Steve's. It's more comfortable for you to go to his room than to let him into yours. You never had a man in your room except for Sam or Bucky when they stole your snacks now and then.

Steve patiently waits for you, sitting on his bed when he hears your tiny knock. Eyes glimmering with adoration when he opens his door and sees you. Even though you changed into a t-shirt and shorts, he still thought you were absolutely beautiful, breathtaking.

He closes the door behind you, he can see your mind whirling, you become timid. He knows this is new territory for you, he has to be, no, wants to be gentle with you. He's going to treat you like a porcelain doll the first time around. Even though you could kill someone just by looking at them, but here you are, choosing to be the most vulnerable and intimate with him.

"We don't have to do this tonight Angel, could just cuddle and watch a movie." He watches as you ponder on the alternative.

"No, I want to try, I trust you Steve." He saw the trust in your eyes, you were ready to give him complete access to you.

Steve nods and approaches you, slowly, putting his hands on your waist. You melt into his touch bringing your own hands against his chest. He kisses your forehead as you breathe out a sigh of relief. He pulls away just enough to cup your chin so you can look up at him.

"At any moment you feel uncomfortable, you tell me to stop, okay?" You nod.

"Words Angel." You look up at him again, giving him a quiet "Okay."

Steve looks into your eyes one more time to make sure you were really okay with this. Once he saw no changes in your mood, he proceeds to lean down.

"Let's try this again, can I kiss you Angel?" You respond with a quiet yes. Steve kisses you softly and gently. You melt into his lips. He pulls you closer against him, moving one hand to cradle the back of your head.

Your hands moved down to the hem of his shirt, giving him the signal you wanted him to take it off. In one swift motion his shirt was off and his hands back on you in an instant. He starts to slowly push you back until you land on his bed. He crawls on top of you, making sure to not apply his entire weight on you and plants a short kiss on your lips.

"Can I take this off?" He asked, slightly tugging at your shirt.

"Yes." You respond as he helps you sit up, slowly peeling off the material from your body. Your nipples instantly pebble once the cool air hits them. Steve's eyes gleam, he then looks back at you, leaning forward and whispers against your lips, "Absolutely beautiful, Angel."

He kisses you again, laying you down his bed once more. All you could do was smile. He comes back up and motions to your shorts, "And these? Can they come off too?" You nod with a smile and respond with a yes. He slowly rolls them down your legs leaving quick kisses on your thigh. Soft whimpers leave your mouth. Your left completely bare to him.

"No panties Angel? And here I thought you were a good girl." Steve smirked down at you. He takes in your bare form, his Angel, his beautiful virgin angel, ready for him to claim. He slowly positioned himself between your legs, hands gripping your thighs as his face comes face to face with your most intimate part. You feel his warm breath against you and you let out a little cry. "No reason to keep quiet Angel, there's no one here to hear you but me, be as loud as you want." Steve didn't mean to drag this out, but he knew he couldn't rush into this. He doesn't want to break the trust you granted him.

"Angel you're dripping, gonna touch you okay? Gonna make you feel good." He waits for your yes, moving one of his hands to your clit, his thumb making small circles on your little bud. "Stevie." You moan out. You felt your heart flutter, no one has ever touched you like this, let alone seen you like this. You prop yourself on your elbows to watch him.

"Think you can take one of my fingers?" He asks, you nod eagerly. He slowly enters his middle finger into your needy hole. His finger was definitely bigger than yours, but not big enough like one of you dildos. It's definitely been a while since you used one. The stretch feels nice. He lets his finger slide in and out of you as your walls flutter around his finger. "Feels so good Stevie." Yours eyes close and more whimpers fell out from your lips.

"That's it Angel, make a mess for me." Steve lets out a little moan himself realizing how tight you actually are. "Fuck you're so tight. Wondering how my cock will fit." You moan loud at his realization. He lets out a little chuckle, "Don't worry Angel, we'll make it fit, maybe I should just stretch you out tonight instead? Hmm?" He already knows your answer.

"That's not funny Steve, you wouldn't dare." There was his strong willed girl. You look at him with determination that you're going to take his cock tonight whether it hurts or not and Steve is happy to oblige. "Don't worry your pretty head. You'll get my cock tonight, but I need to do a proper tasting first." Another string of loud whimpers leave you. Steve slowly removes his finger, he couldn't wait to dive head first into your pussy.

"Ready Angel?" You give him a whinny yes at the anticipation. Finally lowering his mouth to your weeping hole, his tongue making contact to the place his been dying to try. Your head falls back and a song of moans leaves your throat. Steve was grinning like the cheshire cat. He continues his assault, dipping his tongue in you occasionally, which you seem to like a lot. He makes a mental note of that. The foreign feeling of his tongue becomes pure pleasure. Your fingers could never create the feeling of what Steve's tongue was doing to you. He laps at you like it's his final meal. Steve comes up for air making the comment, "Tastes like pure honey, could eat you out forever Angel." He dives back in, applying more pressure and you buck your hips up in excitement. You try to close your thighs, but Steve isn't having it, his grip is impossible to fight. You weave one of your hands into his hair, fingers scratching his scalp, pulling him closer to your core. Steve lets out a moan of satisfaction. He knows you close and ready to finally have your release. A few more licks and your dam breaks. The high and pleasure is unlike anything you have ever felt. Steve keeps his tongue pressed to your clit to help you ride out your orgasm. You come down from your high, clearly out of it, in the best way possible.

"Still with me Angel?" Steve comes up from your pussy.

"Uh Huh" You couldn't say anything else. Your brain was so fuzzy. Steve had given you one of the best orgasms in your entire life. Steve looks at you and sees your face. He knows that look. You're so fucked out, maybe he pushed you too far tonight.

"We can stop tonight Angel, you did so good." Steve responds, ready to cuddle you for the rest of the night.

You think about it, you really do want to be with it when Steve makes you cum on his cock, you know, get the full experience.

"As much as I want you to fuck me, you really wiped me out. That was, really good Steve. Thank you." You breathe out, panting.

"You're welcome Angel. I promise to fuck you properly soon, it's a date." He kisses the inside of your thigh and gets up to get you a glass of water, which you happily accept and a wash cloth to clean you up. He comes back handing you the glass and gets to work on cleaning you. He can tell your sensitive when he hears you whimper from his touch. He tries not to stimulate you to the best of his ability. After he's done, he puts the wash cloth in the laundry basket and comes back to lay down next to you. He watches you as you catch your breath, admiring your fucked out state, knowing he's the one who caused it.

You finish the water, placing the glass on the nightstand and find your way back to him, lying across his chest. Steve engulfs you in his arms and pulls the covers up to encase you in a warm embrace. His fingers lightly drawing patterns across your back, as he places another kiss to your forehead. You and him stay like this for the rest of the night, enjoying the comfortable silence. It takes Steve back to a time where all you two knew was silence amongst each other. Now, he doesn't mind it, especially if it leads to you curdled up in his arms. He's glad that you chose him to be your first and he's definitely going to make sure he's your last. No one touches his Angel, but him.

"Good night, Angel." He whispers into your ear, pulling you closer to him. "Night Stevie." You slowly drift off to a deep and peaceful sleep, knowing that Steve will be right there when you wake up.

Hope you enjoyed! 🤍

[0mysticmidnight0]

Ooo!! The disaster twins, pls!!

Of course!! I've seen plenty of these fics and they were amazing! Hopefully you'll like this!<3

~Yandere Donnie and Leo headcannons~ -These two are one if not the MOST dangerous Yanderes.. But as a duo? Now they are twice as powerful and twice as hard to escape.. -They will bicker a lot and have a few fights but that doesn't mean they won't instantly team up when you try to escape them. -Leo is the one who you think is laid back and casual until you look through his chill facade and realize he might be more overprotective than Donnie.. and THAT'S saying something! -When the other is busy, the other one would cover for them. They take turns sleeping with you. (NOT IN THE SEXUAL WAY) and take different shifts watching over you. -You mean so much to them! Don't expect to get away so easily..If they both have to go on a mission, prepare yourself cause you're coming with! on rare occasions.. Or they could lock you up in your room till they get back. They always choose the second option of course. -Donnie is the type to install cameras, speakers, trackers and all that jazz everywhere in your apartment and he can easily just hack in to the security cameras of the places you frequent.. -These two are very overprotective and very dangerous. They could kill someone and Donnie would erase any documents about them like they never existed..while Leo portals the body to nowhere- -But they wouldn't hurt you! If you were obedient.. If you tick them off or make them very mad you might have a few bruises.. it's just to make sure you know your place.. -Would have a BUNCH of rules! and a bunch of punishments that come with if you were to disobey any of them.. -In any case, they would be very strict.. It's for your safety. They will show you affection.. forcefully. Cuddling and kisses without your consent.. Let's just say bruises won't be the only marks you have on your body.. WOOH! that was fun for me to write! hope you enjoyed, i apologize for how short this is!! From: MysticMidnight -

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Texting them “I need you right now”

Note: hi everyone! So sorry for not posting in months, life wasn't easy on me. I managed to sort things out (hopefully they will stay organised this time, or else I'm starting a new life in Spain), and I plan to write more. I'm also taking commissions again (the financial situation it's not good, so every commission would help me a lot!). Anyway, I haven't written anything since January, so please be kind with me.

He won't see your text right away because he's a busy man. After he has some free time, he checks his phone and immediately opens the chat with you, ignoring everyone else.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"I just don't feel okay. Can you come over?"

The text is demanding, and he knows something is wrong with you, so he tries to finish faster whatever he had planned for that day, which he fails because he is constantly thinking about you. So, he dropped everything and came to you. 

Wesker is a man of his word, so he arrives on time.

"Have you been crying, my love?" he asked as he saw that your eyes were all red and your face was swollen.

"Yeah...petty reason." 

"If it was petty, you wouldn't have called me."

You wasted no time and threw yourself in his arms, sinking into his embrace and burring your face into his chest.

Being busy all the time, you barely see him. Maybe once a month nowadays, and this long wait only contributed to your sadness. You yearned to talk with someone like him because he made you feel safe. You knew he was listening, and you knew he didn't judge. Also, he would comfort you with small kisses and gentle touches and would praise you for being strong.

He moved you to your sofa, made your favourite tea, and listened carefully as you talked about your worries and recent unfortunate events.

During that time, he received a lot of calls and texts, but he turned his phone on silent because his main priority was you.

He hugged you tight, telling you that he'd always be there for you, no matter what. One hand would gently massage your hair, and the other would massage your back. It hurt him so damn much to see you like this and hear you sob in his arms. He wanted to hurt everyone who caused you to end up like this, and he was very vocal about his intentions.

"You can't protect me from the world, Albert. All you can do is be here for me when I need it."

He didn't like your response or agree with your opinion, but for now, he kept you tight to his chest.

He usually stays until you feel better, and then he leaves to do his work. He will be worried all day because you're still on his mind, so he checks on you frequently, promising to take you on a small trip to calm your mind.

The government agent is always busy. He's either stuck in his office completing paperwork, training new recruits, or on a mission on the other side of the globe.

He wasn't away on the field, so when he saw your text, he immediately responded. Even if he was busy doing desk duty or fighting, he would try to respond asap (he will hide in a corner if he had to, if that means he'll get five minutes of peace to text you back because he knows how worried you can get). 

"What's wrong, doll?"

"I don't feel well. Can you come over?"

A pretty demanding text means an urgent need, so he left early, abandoning everything he had scheduled for today. That annoyed some of his superiors, but he got away without much trouble.

Leon tried his best to arrive on time. He was being pressured by time and worry; he drove like a maniac to your place on his motorcycle, but he stopped to buy your favorite sweets.

"I bought you something good," he said, smiling in the doorframe and opening the bag to show the inside. However, his smile dropped. 

"Have you been crying?" he asked, quickly cupping your face and caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. Your face was flushed and very warm to the touch, and your eyes were swollen and teary.

"Yeah...petty reason."

"You don't cry like that for a petty reason," he said as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You quickly hugged him and burried your nose at the crook of his neck. He hugged you back tight, a trail of kisses caressing your skin, starting from your neck to your face.

He guided you to the bed, where he listened to you and held you tight. His fingers kept brushing over your face, and his lips would occasionally press tiny, affectionate kisses over your skin. His body was glued to yours, and the warmth from such an intimate embrace made you feel safe. You felt safe not only to express your emotions, but you also felt sheltered from the rest of the world.

"You are not alone," he whispered as his hand caressed your back in a gentle manner. "I told you, no matter how hard it gets, we'll find a way to get through it together." 

He usually stays until he makes sure you feel better. After that, he texts you the whole day, asking how you feel because he can't ease his own anxiety. He promised to take you on a vacation.

He noticed your text right away, but he's stuck with his research and can't reply instantly. He will text you back as soon as he can.

"What's wrong, mi bella princesa?"

"I just don't feel okay. Can you come over?"

With much difficulty and a lot of excuses, he manages to leave his laboratory and come to your place.

Upon seeing your red and watery eyes, he quickly came inside and cupped your face.

"Have you been crying?" he asked, worried, his fingers brushing over your warm, red cheeks.

"yeah...petty reasons." You tried your best to smile.

"Querida, you don't cry like that because of petty reasons." He gently kissed your forehead.

He pulled closer to him, and you quickly hugged him, buring your face into his chest. Luis kept kissing you and whispering kind words to help you feel better.

"Just talk to me, ok? There isn't anything in this world that we can't get through."

Despite the firm grip around your body, he managed to caress you with tenderness. His strokes were as delicate as a feather, and every soft kiss felt warm and loving. 

He was so kind and gentle, and his attitude only made you more vulnerable, so you started crying again.

"Please, my love, don't cry. It breaks my heart to see you like this." He whispered.

He guided you to the bed and cuddled with you. His arms were wrapped around your body, and his nose was buried in your hair.

"Is there anything I can do to make it all go away?" He said, hand stroking your back. 

"No, just hold me like this."

It breaks his heart to see you like that, so he kept thinking about making you feel better.

"How about you and I go for a walk?" He said this as his fingers ran through your smooth hair. "Or we can stay here and cuddle; watch that movie you like. I can make something to eat, and we can relax."

"It sounds good," you said, your smile making a shy return. "I'm sorry if I freaked you out."

"it's fine." He pressed a lingering kiss on your cheek. "You know I'm always here for you."

"I know, and I appreciate that." You caressed his face, your fingers exploring every inch, going through his fluffly hair over his beard and over his lips. You two were looking at each other with the same enamoured gaze as in the beginning.

"We can spend some time tomorrow if you want," he added, being enchanted by the shared intimate moment, feeling drawn in by your presence, and wanting to spend more time with you.

"What about work?" you asked.

"Don't worry, as much as I hate it, I will find the lab in the same place I left it today."

Your light chuckle made him feel a little better. Whenever you are sad, he feels his heart shatter into tiny pieces. You mean the world to him, and he'd do anything to protect you.

He was training the new recruits when his phone buzzed in his pocket. After a quick glance, he gave the men a five-minute break so he could respond to you. Jack blames himself for not giving you proper attention since he is always on the field, so when he can, he drops everything and focuses on you entirely.

"What's wrong, beautiful?"

"I don't feel well. Can you come over?"

His subordinates were thrilled to find out that they had the rest of the day off.

He is a punctual man, so he arrives on time and not a minute late, holding a bag with your favourite snacks.

He tried to hide his worry behind a comforting smile. He quickly noticed your puffy face and teary eyes.

"Have you been crying?" he asked in a low tone, coming closer to you. He cups your face and brings you closer to him, pressing small, gentle kisses all over your face. His tenderness was endearing, so much so that warm tears began to drip down your cheeks again.

"It's just...petty reasons." You said it with a trembling voice.

"Bullshit."

He pulled you closer to his chest and held you tight. His hands were stroking your back, his head pressed to yours. His much larger frame swallowed you whole, seeming as if you had disappeared completely.

You felt safe in his arms. It was so warm and comforting, and not only his embrace made you feel this way, but also his reassuring words that he'd whisper constantly.

He carried you to the bed, and as he was sitting close to you, he brushed his fingers over your check and listened closely to what you had to say. It broke his heart to see you like this, and he couldn’t stop asking himself if, if he were there more often for you, you would still end up like this. This type of question tormented him, and you could feel that.

“I’m sorry, maybe it’s a lot too dump on you.” You said this as you caressed his face, your fingers trailing over his scars.

“No, not at all, love.” He took your hand and placed a lingering kiss in your palm. “I just wish I was there for you more often.”

“Don’t put so much pressure on yourself. The important thing is that you’re here now, and that means a lot to me."

You felt his lips kissing you softly once your head was pressed against his chest. 

He still feels guilty, but it doesn't press over his shoulder as hard anymore. He promised to spend more time with you.

[mactavishwritings]

HEYYYYYY, HYWD?

I will beg for a: Gentle Dom! Price, Hard dom! Ghost or König and a Brat!Reader.

PLEASE, I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!

oh fuck dude you are speaking my language <33333

a lil nsfw 18+ only please <3

Gentle Dom!Price and Hard Dom!Ghost asking you to behave just for once. You sat in the meeting room, just the three of you when Price knelt down in front of you. "Be good today. This mission is important and you need to pay attention." you nodded, but then Ghost gripped your thigh tightly. You winced and Ghost leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Be. Nice." His voice was firm and stubborn, causing your back to stiffen.

During the meeting, Ghost had his hand kept on your thigh. It didn't stop you however because you started wiggling. Ghost's fingers dug into your thigh and you pushed yourself up to sit on your knees. You started doodling on your paper instead of taking notes, figuring that you could look over Soap's later. Price was giving you disappointed looks the entire time, knowing that you weren't paying attention like he had asked you two.

What made Ghost snap was when you leaned back and tossed a paper ball at Gaz, who giggled and tossed it back to you. Ghost's hand snapped out and grabbed the ball before grabbing your arm. "Enough." His voice was loud and direct, making Gaz jump. Not you though. You were used to this so you just made eye contact with the man like a challenge, your eyes were filled with such mischief that Ghost physically sat up to appear even bigger than normal.

Price approached the table, breaking up the staring contest to refocus you. Once he got you back, he continued the meeting making sure that Ghost had an arm around you to hopefully keep you in place.

After the meeting, Price dismissed Soap and Gaz. As soon as they left the room, Ghost immediately pinned you to the table and forced your arms around your back. you gasped at the sudden movement and fought back against Ghost’s strong hold, kicking your feet back in an attempt to fight back. Ghost was used to your antics by then so he pushed his chest against your back. Price sat across from you two, tablet in hand. "Be gentle this time with her, Simon. Need her fit and able for this mission." Price fiddled with his tablet while Ghost forced your pants down to your knees. "Don't worry, only enough to make sure she understands what she did wrong."

You cried out with each hit to your ass. Ghost held your arms with one hand while he delivered blows with his other hand. Price watched with a small smile, counting each hit with you, and would make Ghost restart every time you missed a count. Each hit would get harder and harder, making a loud clapping sound that almost drowned out your crying. Ghost smirked with each hit that he delivered, basking in your cries.

Price soon stood after putting the tablet on the table. "that's enough, Simon. Let's see how our baby is doing." You looked up at Price with big, teary eyes. Ghost rolled his eyes, but released you anyway. "The slut is just fine, John. You go too easy on her." Ghost pulled you up by your shirt, but left your pants down. "Was Simon too rough with you, angel?" You nodded, rubbing your eyes as Price inspected your bruised ass, rubbing your reddened cheeks. He took you in his arms and you stuck your tongue out at Ghost. "Meanie." You growled at Ghost and Price was quick to grab your chin. "Do not think that I won't bend you over this table myself and have my way with you." Price delivered a quick strike to your already sore ass and you sobbed loudly.

"I'm sorry!" You whined as Ghost came up to pull your pants up back to their normal place. Ghost kissed the top of your hair and tapped your ass lightly. "Be glad that he was here because if I got what I wanted, your pretty little ass would be black and blue. You hear that? So what do you say? Hm?" You tilted your chin back until you saw Ghost. "Thank you, Sir." Ghost hummed and Price pulled away. "Alright, you two, go train for a little bit. I want you on your best games for this mission."

[moodybluezzz]

Change of Heart - Choso Kamo x Reader

[First time writing Choso and hopefully it won't be the last 👉👈 Includes hurt/comfort fluff, mentions of pain and treating injuries, and light angst. Gender neutral Y/N. Word count: 2100]

This is it.

Your back hits the cold stone wall behind you as you try desperately to back away. You stare up at the man looming over you - he looks human enough on the surface, but he has to be a curse. From his hair, pulled into two spiked buns, to his white and purple robes, along with the strange mark across his face, his appearance is all too reminiscent of the other bizarre entities you've encountered throughout Shibuya in the past few hours. Not only that, but his cursed energy is strong and strangely familiar, as if you've felt his presence before.

“Who are you?” he demands in a low voice. You really can't afford to piss him off, so you have no choice but to take the honest route.

“My name is Y/N, I'm a jujutsu sorcerer.”

The man's eyes narrow. “Do you know Yuji Itadori?”

You gulp. Of course you do - you've been on a team with Itadori for a few months now. Either way, just about everyone knows him as the King of Curses’ vessel by now. Despite the implications of that title, it's never been a problem for you. Itadori is one of the best allies you've had, and a good person at heart. What business this man has with him, you have no idea. It certainly isn't the most confusing thing you've encountered tonight.

“Yes, I know him,” you admit.

“And what association do you have with him?”

“I'm… His teammate.”

The man steps toward you, his gaze holding strong. “Did you help him kill my brothers?”

Brothers? Can curses even have siblings?

That's when you realize why this man's cursed energy feels so familiar. It's almost identical to two curses you encountered on a previous mission with the others. However, you had no part in exterminating the curses - Itadori and Kugisaki had it handled.

“I met them, but…”

The man clenches his teeth. “It's just as I thought, then.” He steps toward you once again, his fists balled tightly at his sides. You tremble, your eyes locked on the figure towering over you. His gaze cuts straight through your soul. It holds more than just the hatred typical of curses - you can see the grief, and pain, in his eyes.

The mark on his face changes shape as he raises his hand, manifesting a swirling mass of red liquid. Blood?

You close your eyes, raising your arms and bracing for impact. “No, please, I didn't kill your brothers! I-I don't want to die!”

He stands still for a moment. The blood dissipates as he drops to one knee in front of you. You look up, surprised to find him only a few inches from your face.

You flinch, swatting at him desperately. “S-Stay back, curse!”

He scoffs, grabbing your wrists and holding them still, to your dismay. “Calm down. I'm not going to kill you.” He raises an eyebrow. “And what makes you assume I'm just another curse?”

You glance away, giving up your aggression. “Y-Your cursed energy, it's strong. And it's the same as the two curses I encountered before…”

His intense gaze falters, a bittersweet smile taking its place. “So you really did meet my brothers.” He lets go of you and shifts to sit in a more comfortable position, his legs now crossed. “I think I may have misjudged. My name is Choso. I'm part-curse, part-human. So were my brothers. It's… Complicated.”

Choso looks you up and down, taking note of your injuries. You stay still and silent, eyeing him cautiously. You've never heard of a half-human, half-curse, but it explains a lot. You can't help but let your curiosity be piqued.

“Y/N, you're badly injured. Let me help you.”

Your heart twists with a mix of emotions. Are you supposed to feel comforted or terrified?

“What? You're… Not going to hurt me?”

He sighs. “As I said, no, I'm not going to harm you. All I could think about was how my brothers must have felt the same way you do right now.”

Your heart sinks. You've never felt empathy for a “curse” before. Somehow, you get a feeling like he's more human than a lot of other people you've dealt with.

Choso stands up, offering you a hand. “Let's get you somewhere safe, so we can take care of these wounds. Can you stand?”

You lift yourself to your feet, only to feel a sharp pain shoot through your leg. You lose balance, and Choso hurries to your side, slipping his arm firmly around you.

“It's okay, I won't let you fall. There's a safe spot nearby. Just follow my lead.”

And so, you find yourself being carried along by the half-curse, your arms wrapped snugly around each other. Choso is surprisingly warm - a welcome contrast to the cold October air. You find yourself leaning into him as you walk, to which he doesn't appear to mind at all. You make your way through the rubble, trying not to look up at the now devastated Shibuya too often. After a few surprisingly quiet minutes, you make it to a building that appears mostly untouched by any attacks.

“I think this is a suitable spot,” Choso observes, leading you through the doorway. You look around at the interior - it appears to have been an apartment, though its inhabitants have certainly evacuated for good by now. Choso sets you down on the couch, its cushions covered with a thin layer of dust and debris from the shaken building. He walks into an adjoining room, shuffling around in a cabinet before returning with an armful of first-aid items.

“First we have to clean these wounds,” he states. You gulp, eyeing the bottle of peroxide in his hand. He sits on the couch, facing you, and sets the items by his side. “May I remove your clothes?”

Your face heats up. How can he ask a question like that with such an unbothered expression!?

“Well?” he adds, his face unchanging. “Your face is very red all of a sudden, are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah, I'm fine! That's fine…”

He tilts his head curiously, finding your flustered demeanor to be entertaining in a way.

“Okay. I'm going to have to take off this shirt. I should only have to lift one of the legs of your pants, though.” He takes the bottom of your Jujutsu High uniform top in his hands, casually pulling it up and off of your body. You shiver in response to the cold air hitting your skin. He sets the article aside, before pulling up the leg of your pants just above your knee in a similar manner. Luckily, they're loosely fitted and don't have to be removed entirely. At least you're saved from that awkwardness.

Choso places a hand on your side, turning your body slightly so he can take a peek at your back. You stare down at the couch, trying not to let your nervousness get in the way.

He looks over your wounds thoughtfully. “You have some cuts on your back, but nothing severe. This gash on your knee is a bit worse, but you shouldn't need stitches.” He grabs the peroxide and a rag, pouring some of the clear liquid onto the cloth.

“I'll start with your leg.” He presses the cloth to your skin with a focused look, and you instinctively pull your leg back, hissing at the stinging sensation. He lifts his head, his expression surprisingly patient.

“You're going to have to stay still, okay?” He says, slowly guiding your leg back toward him. “This will only take a moment, I promise. Are you ready now?”

You nod, biting your lip in anticipation of the pain. He carefully places the rag back against your knee, holding your leg gently in place with his free hand. Every once in a while he glances up at your face, keeping careful track of your expressions. Your eyes follow Choso's hand as he moves the rag slowly across the wound, wiping away the blood. Finally, he sets the rag aside, checking over your knee once more before letting it go.

“That's much better,” he comments. “Now, your back. Could you turn around? It will be easier that way.”

You turn your back toward Choso, closing your eyes this time. Although the wounds on your back aren't as deep, they span across a larger area for sure. This one is going to be tough. Choso prepares another rag, bringing it slowly to your skin.

“A-AH-” you cover your mouth with one hand, strangling an exclamation of pain, and grip the couch tightly with your other. Choso continues this time, running the rag carefully along each cut. You bite your lip as tears threaten to spill from your eyes. Choso places his free hand on your shoulder, gently rubbing your skin and hushing you.

“It's okay. You're doing just fine… Perfect, perfect, we're almost done…”

You focus on his words, letting the tears fall down your cheeks as Choso finishes with your last wound. Before you know it, he's turning you back around to face him and pulling you close, his arms wrapped comfortingly around you. You open your eyes, finding yourself surrounded by the soft fabric of his outfit. You bring your hands between your chest and his body, holding onto the cloth as you exhale shakily.

“It's okay, it's okay,” he repeats, rubbing your back. You peek up, a caring look shining in the darkness of his eyes. He continues to hold you for a moment before reaching for the bandages. He backs slightly away from you, giving himself enough space to wrap your wounds with the same gentleness as before. Surprisingly, the pain has started to subside already.

“How does that feel?” he asks, sounding slightly proud of himself. You fold and unfold your leg, then turn your torso from side to side, finding that it doesn't hurt nearly as much as before.

“That's a lot better… Thank you, Choso,” you say shakily. Choso rests his hands on either side of your face, wiping the last of your tears away with his thumbs. He wants to say something but he doesn't know how. He parts his lips, only to hesitate and close them again, and looks thoughtfully into your eyes as though he'll find the answer there.

“Y/N…” he pauses, carefully considering his words. He rests his hands back on his lap. “For some reason… you make me feel something I haven't felt before. It's similar to how I felt toward my brothers, but… still, different.”

He takes your hands in his own, looking down at them contemplatively.

“I want to protect you, and keep you close, and… Do you know what I mean!?” He says, exasperated.

Love.

“I do.”

Your breath hitches as Choso grabs your face, pressing his lips frantically against your own. Your heart pounds as he holds you in a deep kiss, before pulling away just as quickly. The feeling lingers on your lips, and admittedly, it's a really good one.

“W-Was that okay? Did I do that right?” he pants, still close enough that you can feel his breath. His pale face is now tinted with a deep blush. “I'm sorry, I've never-”

“Yes, you did…” You cut off his overthinking, leaning in for another try. He lets out a small, surprised sound before melting into the kiss. This time it's longer, more confident, yet still as passionate as the last. Choso drapes his arms around your back once again, craving more of this warm feeling filling his heart. No matter how wrong everything outside these walls may be, everything feels right with you in his arms.

You let out a soft laugh as you pull away, catching your breath. Choso smiles, brushing his sharp bangs out of his face with a swipe of his hand. You remain in his embrace for a long moment, basking in his safe, comforting presence. But as you come down from the heat of the moment, something nags at you deep down.

“Choso, what are you going to do now?” you whisper, recalling your initial conversation. He takes a deep breath. His burning desire to get revenge for his brothers still remains… but he can't let go of this new feeling. He's certain of that.

“I'm going to go find Itadori.” he says firmly, standing from the couch. “But… I want you to come with me. I feel it's best if we sort this out together.”

You follow Choso back into the city, walking hand-in-hand through the darkness. With him by your side, this time it doesn't feel so scary.

[cinnamonroll-anon]

Soft Confessions: Sun Wukong x Reader

a/n:This is from a Pov I did for a Sun Wukong playlist. This will hopefully be the start of me writing for more characters on fandoms that I enjoy!

Warnings: First time writing, Fluff, Comfort, Gender Neutral, Nicknames, (he calls you Peaches and Baby). After having a particularly long day you find yourself extremely tired, unbeknownst to you, a certain monkey king has grown worried for you and he has a plan to cheer you up.

Today had been a long day. You were exhausted and your whole body ached. You wanted to finally get home and collapse, but fate had different plans. A certain monkey king had missed you the entire day. The day had kept you so occupied that you had to ignore all of Wukong's texts. With his growing emotions for you, and your sudden disappearance, made him grow anxious.

Did you find out? How could you have found out? Was he too obvious? Did you think it was too weird? Did you suddenly grow tired of him? Were you angry at him?

He finally got up from flower fruit mountain and decided that he was going to do something about this. He went to get food from Pigsy's and not so subtly asked if anyone had seen or heard from you.

"I saw them on their way home, but they didn't look so good. They barely waved at me and they looked a bit down" Mei pitched in.

This won't do, not at all in this monkeys head. He had a mission. You, his most precious friend, feeling down in the dumps and not telling him? Unacceptable. He's supposed to be there for you! Luckily for you he already had a plan.

So here you are in your room about to take your shoes off when your phone springs to life. You wearily find your phone and look at the screen. It was Wukong, he was calling you. You quickly answered

"Um hello?", You meekly answered.

"Hey Peaches! Whats the matter? You haven't answered me all day." His energetic voice rang through the phone.

"Um I've just been really busy and tired today. Can you call me later? I'm gonna take a nap." You said as you were just about to hang up.

"NO NO NO! PLEASE DON'T HANG UP!" He practically screeched.

"Okay, okay, I'm listening!"

"Its just that, I've missed you all day and was wondering if you could make some time to hang out with me? Please, I promise you it'll be worth it!" he begged.

"Yeah, I'll hangout with you" you said as you let out a sigh.

"Great I'll be over to pick you up!"

"Wait, pick me up? Where are we going? Um Sun? Hello?" It was too late, he had already hung up the phone. You were okay if he was coming over to chill out with you, but he's taking you out. You weren't sure if you were gonna have the energy to last through whatever shenanigans he had in store for you. A couple of knocks at your door snapped you from your thoughts. You sluggishly opened the door to reveal the one and only Monkie King.

"Hey Peaches, you ready to go?" He beamed with a bright smile.

"Actually, I didn't get time to get changed, I'll quickly get ready-" you replied, just about to go back inside of your house until an arm yanked you backwards.

"Don't worry you look great, now lets go!" He dragged you and pulled you close to his chest. Before you can even process what was going on you were already on a cloud, flying over the city. The sight was beautiful, it was around noon and the sun getting ready to set. You also took in the fact that you were pressed so close to Sun Wukong. He was so warm and comforting, you felt your face heat up at the thought.

"So, is this your plan for hanging out?" You spoke, trying to occupy yourself on anything other than the overwhelming heat on your face.

"You kidding, this is only the beginning. You just sit tight and let me do the rest, okay Peaches?" He leaned down and replied with a mischievous grin. If you weren't burning up before now you were on fire, you quickly pressed your head to his chest in hopes of him not spotting your embarrassed face. Meanwhile Sun Wukong looked down at your antics and allowed a light blush to dust his face, you were just too cute! He quickly looked up, praying to any deity that you didn't see his slip up.

"Looks like we're here" he said as the cloud lowered itself onto a little hill. The wind blew gently on the grass and there was a lonely tree. You felt like you could see the entire world from that hill, the sun letting its golden light swallow the view. As you were taking in the sight, Sun Wukong began walking towards the tree, you spotted him moving and followed behind. When you both arrived at the other side of the tree you saw spotted a picnic blanket, food from Pigsy's, a small bowl of fruit and a box of pastries.

"I heard that you weren't having a great day and decided 'hey why not surprise you", he spoke with a soft voice, scratching the back of his neck while looking away. You felt your heart flutter at his sentiment, so caught up in your head you entirely missed a lovely pink adorning his face.

You both spent the time eating, talking about your individual days and laughing at his jokes. After the laughter died down you both looked at the scene, the sun was now setting letting its most beautiful hues light up the sky. The nearby clouds also dressed in their finest pinks and oranges, all blending together to make a breathtaking sunset. Your attention snapped to Sun Wukong when he began to move around. He pulled up his phone and began to type on it, soon music came from it. He placed his phone on the blanket and got up. He then put his attention to you "May I have this dance?" he asked smugly while bowing and offering you his hand.

You felt that familiar heat engulf your face as you extended your hand into his. He gently pulled you up and you began dancing, at first it was formal but then you both lost each other to the music, simply enjoying the moment. You both had danced for a while before Wukong brought you in close to him.

"Peaches, I've been wanting to tell you this for a while, and its that I love you. Just you existing in my life has made it so much better. I feel honored that you let me be your friend and let me learn more about you. I've lived through alot of things but, I know that if I had to live through it all just to see you, to see you smile, I would do it all over again. And I wanted to know if you'd like to go out with me." He said his face turning a shade of red.

"Sun, yes, I'd love to go out with you. If I'm being honest I've had feelings for you as well, its just that I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I mean you're literally The Monkey King, and your a great person to be around." you responded.

He let out an exaggerated sigh of relief "Thank goodness I was scared that i would've ruined it and that we wouldn't be friends anymore" he said letting his shoulders relax.

You laughed at his response and you gave him a hug. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around you and returned the hug.

"Hey Sun?"

"Yes baby?"

"My feet are tired"

He then burst into laughter. "Wow, i thought I was gonna be the one to kill the mood". He said in between his laughter, then he grabbed your hand gently and led you back to the picnic blanket under the tree. You both sat down and watched how the sun was almost hidden under the horizon. You then felt a wave of drowsiness hit you and you found it harder to keep your eyes open. Feeling sleep slowly creeping over you, you tried to get as comfortable as you could. You leaned on Sun Wukong and rested your head on his shoulder. You felt him tense up before slowly relaxing. He then carefully wrapped and arm around you and gave you a gentle yet reassuring squeeze.

"Its okay peaches, I'll stay here with you" he gave you the softest smile. Soon you felt yourself gradually drift off to sleep. Before you could fully knock out you felt a small kiss on your forehead.

"I love you peaches, get some rest."

back

[noirvette]

kyle and kenny! + sick reader!!

wow two posts in a day.. this is what happens when you pick up no shifts at your job

anyhow next post after this will be the band smau intros methinks... (requests'll get finished and posted throughout the day tomorrow)

cws: none !

♡ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

Notices you aren't in class and shoots a quick text asking where you are, when you respond that you're sick, he's on a scavenger mode for you w/ class homework and notes.

Any class you both have he's got those notes for you and any class you DONT have, he's finding someone to give him notes.

"You don't have this class, Kyle?" "Yeah it's for (Y/N), they're sick Wendy."

Making sure you don't fall behind, it's been just one day but he can't let the idea of you trying to catch up in classes be a thing.

NOW...say what you want...but Kyle can cook..idc..he's got that soup maker in him locked down. (malewife Kyle...)

ANYHOW, he's making butternut squash soup (if you're allergic he's making the good ole standard chicken noodle, he probably's making multiple soups tbh) for you and he's making side dishes. He's literally going all out.

Def learned cooking tips and tricks from his mom

Side dishes are just crackers or almonds LMAO, he's good at cooking but when you're sick your energy tends to be lower so he doesn't want to overwhelm you with too much food, just stuff to power you through <3

Eating and drinking is important when sick and he wants you feeling better asap.

Aside from the food, he's got himself that he's bringing. Like he'll come over with his school work, your school work, whatever else, because he's gonna spend the night with you.

Don't try complaining about him getting sick, he's made up his mind that he's helping you out, won't care if he gets sick at all.

"Kyle..you'll get sick too if you stay with me, go home, I'll be fine." "Nope, I don't care if I get sick, taking care of you is what I have got to do."

Goes over the class work and notes for you if you're feeling up to it, if not, he'll wait until you are, or writes out how to work on the problems so you can learn on your own time if he isn't actually there to help.

Now.. cuddling with you is a weird thing. He'll definitely cuddle, but he's got such a physical germ issue and if you're sneezing a whole bunch, runny nose, anything.. snot related sick, he's helping you while keeping a little distance.

If you're on the drier side of sickness like a dry cough, stuffy nose, fever, things like that, he'll be fine keeping you close distance/cuddling/etc.

No kisses from Kyle though when you're sick :( (boooooo)

Makes up for it with letting you have comfy clothes of his.

Also does chores for you around the house. If you have laundry you needed to do, dishes, house cleaning, etc. he's handling it, you just sleep and rest.

Kyle standing in your room with a feather duster to remove dust because it's an irritant (malewife kyle pt 2)

He does manage to get sick though :(, now it's your turn!!

♡ KENNY MCCORMICK

Didn't know you were sick at first because Kenny was skipping class. Found out because he received a text from Stan like "yo are you and (y/n) both sick?"

Cue him skipping school to take care of you instead, he's got a mission to do and that's operation make (y/n) feel better.

Since he was skipping class he has no idea what happened in your classes or his own, so hopefully you don't have a lot of new material to work on when you both come back.

Kenny can most definitely cook too, he just acts like he can't. (canon bc of that home ec episode, he was definitely good at home ec that teacher was just a hater) but he isn't bringing you food, but he's cooking in your kitchen instead.

Makes you chicken noodle soup because it's easy and he's a lil basic. Gives you the dark blue gatorade to go with it though because that gatorade is the best one.

Also is another one that doesn't care if he gets sick (doesn't care because he can just.. die and then wake up the next day not sick)

He's kissing you because he's never been one to be afraid of germs or sickness. Doesn't want to hear complaints.

"Kenny I am SICK, you can't kiss me." "Oh word? I can't? Still going too though." and he swoops in for a kiss.

Tries taking your mind off being sick by distracting you. It sucks to be sick and just laying there so he wants to make sure you have at least some fun.

Like I imagine he's turned on those random youtube karaoke vids to try and sing along to them with your back turned but he's either singing the wrong song or the video has a minute left and he just started singing the song.

"ITS ALL ABOUT YOU GIRL ON A 16TH BIRTHDAY" "The song is earfquake by tyler what are you doing??" "What."

Would also do a few house chores like your dishes, but isn't going to go into a whole bunch of effort. He'd rather spend his time directly with you.

Lets you snuggle into his bright ass orange parka and he's holding you against his chest as you snooze. Places kisses at the top of your head as you sleep, also rubs circles into your waist/hips as you sleep. He's so content with you in his arms.

Decides to do a movie marathon with you since being sick is simply the best time to do a movie marathon.

I could imagine you guys watching the barbie movies tbh.

Cue Kenny dancing the same as those dancing dogs from barbie and the diamond castle

Let's you pick the movie though, Kenny is just there for the ride and to be with you while you're sick.

[fischlslays]

KNY with a sick s/o [Hashira edition]

Pairings: Hashira (minus Gyomei because idk) x Gn!reader

Warning: mention of sickness and throwing up

Music to play..! (Lmao, I know no one is gonna listen, but it feels so satisfying for some reason)

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¡..Author note..!

Lmao, sorry guys, its been a while since I wrote anything, I had no motivation and zero ideas, I've been getting dms suggesting ideas, and I wanna say thank you, and here I am, writing some headcanons. <3 This is a special writing for someone, and I figured out this may help someone. Jamie, if you are reading this, I hope you get better<3

▪︎Drink water

"If you don't drink water you didn't drink water."

-Leisel

Tomioka Giyuu

When he first saw that you felt sick, he asked you to stay in bed until he figures out exactly what happened

He panicked at first, what if you were dying or something?? (Poor baby)

He would bring you some water at first

When you felt nauseous, he ran straight to bring a bucket and just sat next to you waiting for you to throw up

He'd cook for you something to eat to make you feel better

When you still didn't get better, he called for Shinobu

When she came, she told you to stay in bed for several days, and do nothing at all (Princess treatment at its finest)

Giyuu did as Shinobu said and he kept you company for the next week

He didn't feel disgusting, he just stayed by your side as you always do

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything, you rest, I don't want you to get more sick. Just stay in bed sweetheart and everything is going to be alright."

☆

Shinazugawa Sanemi

This mf thought you were up to some sort of prank at first

But when he noticed you are not as energetic as usual, he became seriously worried

He'd force you to lay down (gently of course)

He'll just stare at you while he asks you what are you feeling and you will stare back before answering

He'll directly ask for Shinobu (he doesn't want to risk it)

Shinobu will have to reassure him like ten times that you are going to be alright (lmao he's so worried fr)

He'll forbid you for doing anything, just stay in your room and stare at the ceiling (interesting, right?)

He'll bring you everything you want to eat, he is wiling to cook some Ohagi if you asked him to

He'll definitely stay by your side

When you want o throw up, he'll just pat your back as you do your thing, he's not sure what to do, so he's just there

"Stay in bed and don't move, you got it? Do you need anything to eat or drink? Idiot, I'll cook some Ohagi, do you want some?"

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Kocho Shinobu

Shinobu is sorta a doctor her self, so she'll notice directly when you feel sick

She'll observe you to make sure what are you suffering from

Shinobu would be relieved when she finds out its nothing serious, but she'd still ask you to lay down

She'll make sure that you take all your medicines

If you didn't like how the medicine tastes like, she'll offer to feed you herself, or she'll add some honey

She'll encourage you while you throw up, telling you that you are doing great until now, and that it is necessary for you to do so

She'll hug before tucking you to bed

"Now, now, it doesn't taste that bad does it? Here, I'll add some honey, hopefully it will taste better like this. Go to sleep darling, it's getting late, and sleep is necessary for you to get better."

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Tokito Muichiro

He probably won't notice directly

He figured out you were sick when he asked you to go on a walk with him

He'll ask you if you are ok, but when he sees that you are coughing, he'll pay Shinobu a visit

Muichiro will stay with you at the Butterfly Estate while you are getting well

He'll tell you about all the clouds he saw and these stuff

When you feel like throwing up, he'll give you the bucket and just say that you can do it

He's not sure what to do in that case, so he'll call Shinobu

He'll probably tell you about his missions and stuff

"Oh, are you sick? I see.. Then you better stay with Shinobu, I want you to get well, not worse. I saw a cloud that reminded me of you, I wish you were there to see it with me.."

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Kanroji Mitsuri

She noticed that you are sick from the tone of your voice, since you were always cheerful

She'll ask you to stay in bed while she call for Shinobu

Shinobu will assure her that you are going to get well soon, and that you caught some cold

She'll be relieved, but she'd still take care of you

Mitsuri would feed you and tell you stories

When you need to throw up, she'll hold your hand while you do so, and she'll pat your back gently

She'll probably kiss you on your cheek before tucking you to bed

She knows she might catch your cold as well, but there is no way in hell She'll cancel a kiss for that

"Honey, you don't seem alright! Here, stay in bed while I call for Shinobu, I won't be late, I promise! Hehe!~ You seem to get better, alright, you need some sleep, Muah, goodnight <3"

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Iguro Obanai

Obanai would notice directly, but he won't point it out, since be doesn't really know what to do

When start to feel more dizzy and nauseous, he felt bad (lmao) and he finally pointed it out

He'll walk you to the Butterfly Estate and then stay behind the door

He'll pretend to leave but he won't, he's too worried to do so

Unlike the others, Shinobu will do most of the work

Obanai surely wants to stay by your side, but he doesn't know what to do, but he doesn't want you to feel that he doesn't love you

Shinobu would finally convince him that visiting you will be enough

So he started to visit you thrice a day and tell you that you will hopefully get will soon

Even though you feel happy by his gesture, he doesn't think that it's enough

He'll bring you flowers on every single visit

When you want to throw up, he'll just call for Shinobu, and she'll take care of you, he felt bad a again

But you let him know that you appreciate him being by your side

"You look sick, let's go to Shinobu. Are you feeling alright? Here are some flowers to, uh, cheer you up? Get well soon."

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Rengoku Kyojuro

He'll notice immediately, and he'll place his hand on your shoulder while asking you if you are ok

"Hey, are you ok?"

He'll probably hold you hand while walking you to the Butterfly Estate, reassuring you that you are going to be alright

He'll wait for Shinobu while sitting beside you

When Shinobu came, he just told her that you are not feeling well

She checked on you and said its nothing serious

Rengoku was extremely relieved

He asked you if you could stay with Shinobu to get well soon, and you agreed

He brings you food every day and he sits on the chair beside your bed as he eats with you

His brother will visit too, so basically the whole gang will be there-

He'll tell you that he believes that you can get better

When you feel like throwing up, he'll hand you the bucket and turn around, he'll call Shinobu too

If the medicine tastes bad, he'll encourage you

"C'mon, I'm sure Shinobu will help you! GET WELL SOON! I believe in you. Hey, I'm sure the medicine doesn't taste THAT bad, right?"

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Tengen Uzui

"What's wrong y/n? You don't look very flamboyant today."

I'm sure he'll say that the moment he sees you

When you tell him you don't feel very well, he'll ask you if his wives could take care of you, I mean why not?

Hina, Makio and Suma will sure be happy to take care of you as well

They'll feed you, make sure you take all your medicines

You didn't need Shinobu that much, but she visited anyway to make sure

Uzui would check on you every day to make sure that you are still doing well

Hina would tell you stories as Makio and Suma help you take your medicines, and Uzui will be telling you how flamboyant you look (😭)

When you feel like throwing up, he'll help you outside to do so, saying that you need to be flamboyant, so you have to do so

"Ah, I'm sure my wives will be more than happy to serve you! C'mon, don't be shy, they don't mind Though! You'll get better soon, I promise."

☆

¡..Final Note..!

Lmao, poor Shinobu😭 Here is why I didn't write for Gyomei: I don't really like him that much. And I am too lazy to do so. Gyomei is hard to write (my opinion). And I'm not sure he has that amount of fans😭

Anyway, I hope you liked it, I made it on rush, so, if I missed any points, I'll be more than happy with your feedback! <3

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Alright I’ll be adding another one to your numerous kaz requests😅can we get one where a female assassin (not Quiet lol) attempts to murder mgsv!Kaz and despite the hate he falls in love with her? I just thought the idea of Kaz having an ex assassin lover might be interesting.

and like everyone is saying…please take your time and don’t rush. Love your blog xoxo

~I'm back~ and omg I can't believe it took me until the new year to finish this. I've been writing this one bit by bit for the last couple months and I liked this prompt so much I'm almost sad to finish it. Thank you friend for thinking of this! Maybe I'll do a part two after I finish the rest of the requests and the few of my own I have in the works that should hopefully be out soon.

CW: SMUT, kinda dubcon, bondage, nipple play, teasing, fingering, orgasm denial, switch!Kaz, rough sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling

You gasped as another bucket full of freezing water was dumped over you, making you shudder and strain against the chains that held your arms above your head. Ready to shout another insult at the overdressed bastard that had been interrogating you until the swish of the sliding door echoed across the room and a stranger stepped in.

His presence held weight and his silence added to that, while you held your breath the only sound was the clanking of his cane on the metal floor slowly coming closer and closer.

"I tried everything, but unless you want me to seriously hurt her she's not gonna budge." The cowboy spoke, sounding just a little too excited as he hinted for permission to really get to work.

"That's not necessary." Kaz replied, sounding just the slightest bit defensive. "Let me talk to her. Alone."

"I don't think that's a good idea..."

"I don't care what you think." Kaz snapped back.

With a shrug the other man walked out of the room and you were left alone with your former target. If he wanted you dead it's likely he would have just killed you already, it was more possible that he wanted answers, secrets that you were in no position to be giving away. There was still a chance that you could save this mission from failure but if you cracked and gave away any information you would be dodging assassins better than yourself for the rest of your life.

He came closer in no hurry at all, clanking of his crutch hitting the metal floor echoed through the silent room like a doom drum. As he stood between you and the only light in the room he made a rather intimidating silhouette, towering over you in complete silence. Though you knew that his calm collected nature was just a ruse to put you in suspense you couldn't help but feel a little defeated as it was working.

"Let's start at the beginning." He said before starting his interrogation. "How did you get in?"

"Wouldn't you like to to know soldier boy?" You quipped, earning the smallest hint of a growl that he made quick work of silencing before he continued.

"Who do you work for?" He asked.

"You have a lot of enemies. Kaz." You teased, staring him down. "Just pick one to blame it on for now, it won't matter in the end."

"This doesn't have to be difficult." He stated, more reasonably than anyone who was almost murdered had a right to sound.

"Oh you haven't even seen difficult yet." You challenged, sounding more like a bratty child than a deadly assassin.

He quickly raised his hand, thinking he was going to hit you you flinched, not expecting to find him only reaching for the top button of your fatigues. It really did catch you off guard when he started to pop open each button slowly, one after the other until your whole front was undone and chest ready to be exposed by the slightest pull of the fabric.

Though the clothes still covered all that they were supposed to, the chilly wet fabric clinging tightly to your skin left little to the imagination. The sunglasses covering his eyes made it hard to tell where Kaz was looking yet you could still feel yourself shrinking under his gaze and fought your restraints with the urge to cover yourself.

Raising his hand to his mouth and biting down on the fingertip of his glove he pulled it off with his teeth then spit it onto the floor. He touched his bare hand to your neck, feeling how your breath was starting to quicken and more so when you knew he noticed, then pressing his thumb lightly over your windpipe he felt it stop. You found yourself wondering, doubting and then fearing again if a one handed man could even strangle you. Something in his firm grasp told you that he was ready to, and threatened, no, promised that he would.

His fingers moved, tracing your collar bone then stopping on the center of your chest, feeling your racing heartbeat for just a moment before slowly pulling one side of your shirt open. The touch of his hand on your skin felt both foreign and warm against your cold skin, even when he started to cup your uncovered breast it was difficult to reject.

"What are you doing?" You asked with an all too telling shake in your voice, receiving no answer from the man touching you.

You wanted to kick him away, spit at him maybe, call him a pervert or something worse, but the way he touched you was so meticulous and not at all a rushed taking of an opportunity. His touch was deliberate yet gentle, and the bitter scowl still stuck on his face told you that this wasn't for his enjoyment.

The cold water had already made your nipples stand out leaving them much easier to touch, he circled one with his thumb lightly toying with it and making you shudder. You did your best not to show a reaction and began to bite your lip in fear of making a noise as he continued to squeeze and massage the soft flesh in his grasp.

Soon his fingers started to wander lower, until they had reached a point that made you assess whether you should reject his touch or open up to it you found your body had already answered for you as your legs parted without any resistance. Truth be told there were certainly more horrible people to be captured by, even when you were looking at his file and saw the messy blonde hair and the mysterious shades you thought it would be a shame to kill him.

His fingers ran slowly up and down your slit, only brushing your clit with every other languid stroke. You could feel yourself getting wetter and eventually hear it too when you started to soak his fingers and make it easier for them to glide over your folds. When you rolled your hips forward to grind against his palm only finding he suddenly pulled his hand away, now you knew what his goal was.

"That's a dirty trick." You huffed, rubbing your thighs together though it was no substitute for his touch.

"Talk." He demanded, returning just one finger to rub little circles around your clit without ever really touching it.

"I can't." You growled in frustration. "They have other assassins ready to kill anyone that cracks."

His fingers moved down to circle your entrance, making you more and more desperate with each stroke. The satisfied look on his face as you got visibly closer to breaking was your only motivation to stay quiet. He leaned in close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin, the ghost of a touch of his lips on your ear seemed to hit every nerve in your body as he whispered.

"Are you sure you're so worried about that?" He asked, challenging the last bit of strength you had left.

One finger pressed in slowly, enough that you could savor the slight stretch which you couldn't tell whether it came from the thickness of the digit or how hard you had been clenching around it. Sliding in as deep as possible before curling, you moaned out loud as the feeling in the core grew more intense and demanded relief.

Kaz leaned in close until his lips where just ghosting over your own, you wanted to lean forward to kiss him but he was just out of reach. Still he lingered, tasting every breath growing deeper and faster while his fingers pumped in time. Just as you were sure you could cum all over his fingers he pulled his hand away.

"No, no, no, please!" You whimpered, trying to get his touch back before your release was lost.

"Tell me." He reiterated much to your frustration.

"It's XOF, okay? They sent me to kill you." You finally broke down and admitted not even caring about the consequences.

"What else do you know about them?" He continued.

"They don't tell me that much, probably in case I got captured, but they have more people they're gonna send if I don't come back."

"In that case we're gonna have to tighten up security around here..." His attention drifted off as he started to mentally plan.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you're a damn tease?" You jeered.

That seemed to be the only thing that broke his scowl as he let out a short laugh, he even seemed to stay amused as he turned and walked away. "Well if those assassins are only as skilled as you I guess we have nothing to worry about."

"Hey, where are you going?" You asked though you received no answer

Totally unbothered as he kept walking and not the slightest bit guilty for leaving you so desperately untouched as he entered the code and stepped out the door.

"Kaz, you can't leave me like this." You shouted after him shamelessly bargaining. "It's gotta be against the Geneva convention or something."

As as the door shut behind him and your begging shouts had turned into frustrated curses as you strained against your bonds. The room was left deadly silent making the sound of your pounding heart echo louder through your neglected body and you found yourself wishing that someone would have mercy and dump another bucket of cold water on you.

~

Ever since that day you had been working exclusively for the diamond dogs under the direct orders of Kazuhira Miller. Doing odd missions and assassinations that Big Boss was too busy to take care of, your most difficult mission so far was convincing everyone that you were no longer a threat, but for the most part you left that up to Kaz. Your loyalty lied only with him and for the worst reason, every day that you worked you counted yourself lucky that that no one else knew the truth or what your goals really were; although every once in a while you would get a knowing glance from that cowboy you met earlier.

Soon enough you had earned enough trust to have the privilege of a room of your own, it was hardly an upgrade from your cold cell but it at least had a proper bed, the only real problem was how empty it felt. The nights there were unbearable alone and you constantly found yourself tossing and turning with an insatiable need burning through your body. Your own touch was hardly enough to satisfy, even when you pretended your fingers were his while tracing all the places he had touched before.

One night you couldn't take it anymore, frustrated with the growing wetness between your thighs you ventured out to go find the relief you had been craving for far too long. Without even bothering to put on more than the t-shirt you slept in and a thin pair of panties you snuck out through the halls avoiding detection much like you would on a real mission.

Security had increased since you first infiltrated the base, but luckily for you not in the places it mattered. The routes patrol took were the same and the direction cameras were pointed never changed either, both faults practically inviting you into Kaz's quarters.

He wasn't a very sound sleeper, just like the first time you saw him he was tossing and turning in a fight with his own dreams before he even woke to notice an intruder. Quietly and carefully you crept onto his bed watching him twitch and mumble for a moment before you crawled over and straddled him, pushing the sweat dampened hair back from his forehead you noticed his breathing start to steady as his eyes fluttered open.

The peace didn't last long however, when he woke up enough to realize there was someone else in the room his expression changed to pure rage. His hand flew to your throat squeezing tight even after he recognized you almost as if you were the nightmare he had been fighting with. Only gently setting a hand on his arm while trying not to give in to your instinct to fight back, eventually his grip relaxed though he didn't let go of your neck.

"Trying to kill me again?" He questioned, baring his teeth.

"No." You answered simply, a blush crept onto you face along with a hint of a nervous smile.

Kaz was about to say something else, most likely a follow up question until he felt the answer in your fingertips creeping along the waistband of his boxers. He was stunned at the boldness of your touch, giving you the opportunity to grab his wrist and pin it to his side.

"You never told me how you got in here." He confidantly remarked, as if he was still in control.

"The same way I got in last time." You answered proudly. "And you didn't even bother to lock the door this time."

Noticing the hint of a smirk on his face you could almost assume that he knew, even as you felt him strain in your grasp but never really fight against it made you think this vulnerability was just an act or more likely a trap. Suspicious as his behavior was you couldn't help but take the opportunity before you, hooking your finger on his boxers waistband and slowly pulling them down.

With a few light strokes you soon felt his cock stiffen up in your grasp then once it was nice and hard you gripped tighter and pumped a little faster. Watching his chest rise and fall as his breathing grew deeper you were hoping to get something like a whimper or maybe you could even get him beg and look as pathetic as you must have when he was teasing you.

The idea swirled in your head as you softened your grip and slowed down until you were only giving him short lazy strokes. Kaz let out a deep frustrated groan, while it wasn't what you were hoping for it was a start. He opened his eyes to see you staring down at him with sadistic intentions then gave you a defiant smile while shaking his head.

Pouting at his reaction you became even more determined to get him to crack, with only your thumb and your forefinger you continued to work his shaft until you could practically hear him grinding his teeth. He had almost wiggled his wrist out of your grasp but you kept a firm hold on him.

After deciding you had enough of teasing him you let go and moved up to hover your hips just above his, though he tried to hide it his twitching and squirming gave him away. Your mouth watered at the sight of Kaz held down panting with his swollen leaking cock out and proud just waiting for you to touch it while the growing ache between your own legs was getting too much to ignore

Too impatient to even take them completely off you simpliy slid your panties to the side before straddling him and lowering down, taking a minute roll your hips and drag his tip across your slit and feel it twitch while you soaked his cock. He let out the most delicious gasp when you slammed down on him and took the entire length with little resistance, for a moment you stayed there just savoring the feeling that was so much better than you had imagined in the long lonely nights.

The small victory wasn't yours to enjoy for very long, you held still long enough to feel him writhe impatiently and try to raise his hips in protest, you kept your resolve and only lifted slowly off of him then lowered back down taking just one inch at a time. Kaz groweld at first, then he sighed, then he whined. It was just like how you were when he left literally hanging in that cold cell, maybe even worse. The idea of that revenge made you dizzy with the promise of relief like you had been wanting, and you found yourself feeling just merciful enough to use him to get it.

Squeezing around him and making him moan without any hint of shame, his wrist went limp in your grasp and he relaxed and allowed you to continue your sweet torture. It did feel like a victory to render him as helpless as he was beneath you, even the idea of it made you wetter than you thought possible and the sight of it made you shudder. In that moment you needed release more than you needed revenge, the bitterness you felt toward him slipped further away every time you sunk down on his cock.

Your hips were moving on their own at that point, it was hard to tell who was getting more pleasure out of it all you knew was that you were getting so close to that sweet relief you had needed since he first touched you. Reminded of that night you had the idea of bringing his hand up to your chest, having him touch you like only he could.

As soon as you released his wrist his hand flew to your thigh grabbing tight and using it as leverage to throw you off onto your back, already stunned at being tossed off like that you never expected him to flip you again before climbing over and using his weight to keep you pinned down with a hand on the back of your neck.

"Fuck! Not again." You groaned, feeling your release slipping away.

His fingers twisted into your hair while he pushed your face into the pillow, the way he held you down made nearly impossible to even shift your weight let alone break free. Although his still hard cock rubbing against you from behind curbed your want to escape.

He laughed as you tried to wiggle yourself out to no avail. "I expect better from my best assassin, I should teach you a lesson."

Fighting his grasp just enough to turn your head for a moment to ask while sliding your panties down and coyly grinding against him. "Would you call this a lesson, or maybe a punishment?"

"A mission, now shut up and take it." He answered bluntly before forcing your head back into the pillow.

The first thrust buried his entire length deeper than it had gone before, without even realizing it you were whimpering helplessly while he pulled out to the tip and repeated the action again. Over and over the cycle continued of him leaving you nearly empty just to plunge in even deeper and quicker.

It was almost too much but you were so afraid of him stopping and not letting you finish that you spread your legs farther and took even more. Your cheeks grew red in pure embarrassment as you lost all control over the noises coming from your mouth, more so when Kaz pulled your head back by the hair and forced you to cry out in the open.

"C'mon, let everyone know who you're loyal to now." He demanded, twisting your hair and earning another scream.

He was so cruel, but honestly that was what you wanted, the violence, the insults, the brutal manhandling, all of it. Ever since that day you were wishing he would just pound you like this, all the while giving you that blood chilling scowl.

That feeling of reaching your peak came creeping up through your body again, and with it a fear that you would be denied release. You arched your back and bucked your hips in rhythm with his trying to take in as much of him as you possibly could while fully expecting him to chastise you for being so desperate.

"Don't... Don't make me beg for it again." You panted out, lifting up and pressing your back to his chest.

He snorted at your request. "You're so lucky I'm bored of teasing you."

Having him so close while you came made the sensation so much more intense, feeling his breathing get deeper while he pounded even harder and pulled your hair even tighter. He tugged your head to the side so he could put his mouth on your neck and practically taste every moan that flowed out, his lips felt scorching on your already burning skin consuming you completely in a wildfire of passion.

Kaz pulled out and turned you over while your legs were still twitching, before he could even push back in you caught a glance through the glaze in your eyes and saw the first spurts of cum dripping out of his cock. He shut his eyes and bared his teeth while he continued to roll his hips forward, letting out long low groan and gripping your thigh tight. The feeling of him twitching inside while he while he filled you up was just too much for your sore overstretched hole, but the lingering need to keep him close kept you from telling him to stop and instead making you wrap your legs around his waist.

Spent, exhausted and finally finished he dropped down, his face only a few inches away from your own. Your breath mixed and your eyes locked in a moment of honest exposure, the bitterness and tension being released finally allowed the two of you to really see each other for a brief moment.

He didn't hold back at all, touching and kissing you wildly wherever he pleased while you were still shivering and giving you all the contact you had been begging for all this time. While you were a little taken aback by his treatment you readily accepted and even returned the affection where you could.

"Do you know how bad I wanted to do this while you were all tied up in there?" He revealed through heavy breaths.

Even his affection was violent. Kisses from a man who forgot any other way to be intimate could nearly drown you in wave after brutal wave, but you wouldn't just survive without returning in kind. Not simply allowing Kaz to take over your body, you savagely took his as well. Becoming nothing more than a tangled mess of tongues and teeth, hands grabbing and pulling desparately whether they landed on hair or skin.

In one of the rare instances when your lips had to part for oxygen you took the opportunity to say. "Kaz. Don't take this the wrong way but, I'm so glad I came to kill you."

"There's no right way for you to take this but, I'm glad you're bad at your job." He replied with a grin.

With the slightest urge to prove him wrong right there you laughed and kissed him again. For the rest of the night it continued like that, with the two of you sharing banter while holding each other close. The end of the agonizingly tense relationship you previously had sparked the begining of something that would be a challenge to explain if anyone on base found out. If they found out.

[thewriterghost]

Lovely!!!! Would you write something about Bucky x reader/ friend who moved to another state for work? They used to be really close and talk a lot but as things go with life and distance they drifted a part a bit? But maybe from time to time she’ll think she’ll see him from behind or a side profile walking home at night and think of him and send him a “thinking of you / we should catch up! text not realizing that from time to time that who she saw was Bucky. He will check in on her and see how she’s doing in her new life

Hello!! I'm so sorry, this is so late 😭 between school and internship I hardly got any time to write. In fact, I wrote this at work lol, hopefully you like it! Let me know what you think!

Summary: You moved away from the compound because of school. It's been a lonely few months now. That's definitely the reason you think you're seeing Bucky from the corner of your eye every time you look around, right?

An autumn breeze catches you off guard, right when you are leaving your school building for the day. It was warmer during the day, you think as you walk to your bus stop. It's a lonely time of day, an orange glow of sunlight illuminates the empty bus stop.

As you make it a point to crash every red or yellow leaf you see on your way without being too obvious, out of the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of a familiar metallic glow. That same feeling you always get around him, the butterflies and the hippos come back to your stomach, making your heart beat a million times a moment. Your eyes snap towards it, but it disappears all too fast for you to spot, leaving you with disappointment and longing.

You miss him. You try not to, but it's not easy not talking to him everyday like you did before, not being able to hang out on 3 am when both of you are too stubborn to go to sleep, or not being able to just exist at the same place at the same time with various animals in your stomach (figuratively).

You grab your phone from your pocket and click on his name on your messaging app. You hand hovers over the text box for a while, until you decide to just write to him. It's not like you haven't been talking since you left, it's more like you didn't want to talk all too much because of how much you'd want to just drop everything and go to him. Still, you think, enough is enough.

"Hey, you busy?"

You wait for a moment, anxiously nibbling on your lower lip. It doesn't take him more than 60 seconds to write back.

"Nope. You?"

You write back, biting down a smile.

"Nope. Just got out of school, going home."

You can almost hear his grumble-ish answers through your phone. A message pops up.

"Isn't it late? I thought you got off at 4."

You must've told him your schedule, but your mind doesn't come up with a memory to support it. You shrug it off and type.

"Yeah, I had to make a presentation and I was the last one of the class so the professor just agreed to do it now rather than next week."

"Does that mean you're free next week?"

You can't help but smile brightly. Looks like you're not the only one missing the other.

"Does that mean you miss me?"

You can almost see his scoff. You giggle to yourself.

"Does that mean we can meet?" He answers. You jump at the opportunity almost too fast.

"Yeah, sure. When are you free?"

"Whenever you're free."

"You don't have a mission or anything?"

"I'll bail." His answer makes you laugh out loud, maybe the first sincere laugh since you've been here.

"If it's not going to be a trouble for you."

"It won't. When should I pick you up?"

You check your schedule on your mind. You would be free tomorrow afternoon.

"Tomorrow afternoon? 2-ish maybe?"

"Sounds good."

You contemplate on whether to write it or not, but then think why not and type.

"I missed you, you know." And you put the phone on your pocket, face starting to burn up.

Your phone buzz, and you get the phone out faster than light.

"I missed you too." Your eyes glance over the letters more than once, each time smiling even more, until you find yourself giggling to yourself at 6 pm on an empty bus stop.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Another text appears on your screen, leaving you happier that you've ever been since the last few months.

Next day goes too slow for your taste. You keep finding yourself shaking your knee up and down with anticipation.

You are out of the door when the clock hits 2 pm. As you arrive at the school gates you realize you haven't told him where to come. You pull out your phone to type, but stop at your tracks when you hear it.

"Hey."

Sitting on a black motorcycle, blue eyes and black jacket catches you off guard. A smile creeps on to your lips.

"Hey." You return the sentence as you find your feet and move towards him. He has a gentle smile as well, uncharacteristically for him as people would say, but not for you. You've seen him like this before. When you were up all night and baked not one, not two, but three batches of cookies together, you've seen that same smile everytime your eyes have met. Or that one time when it was raining too hard and you were too sick to go to mission, and he stayed to look after you, cuddling you since he can't get sick because of serum.

He takes your helmet from the back and after looking at you with that sweet smile of his for a moment, he puts it on for you, clipping it with delicate movements.

"Hop on." He instructs and you obey, hugging him from behind with a pair of red cheeks which thankfully can't be seen thanks to your helmet.

As he takes off, you don't bother to ask where to. After a brief 10-15 minutes, he stops in front of a small cafe near a park.

"Were you around here yesterday?" You ask, recalling the silver glimmer you saw yesterday evening.

"I was on a mission." He shrugs.

"Huh." You mumble. Seeing his puzzled look, you add. "I thought I saw you yesterday, after school. Right before I texted you, in fact."

"You must've missed me a lot." He smirks, opening the door to the cafe for you. Always a gentleman.

"Must've." You return the smile as you walk in.

As you both get your coffees and pastries, you decide to ignore the fact that he probably was here yesterday. In fact, he probably was around since you moved here. Watching out for you, worrying about you, missing you.

"What are you smiling about?" You come back to real life when he gently nudges your shoulder with his.

"Oh, nothing." You shake your head. "I was just thinking, we should meet more often. It's been too long."

"Yeah, agreed." He replies with a smile of his own. You don't realize the look in his eyes, confirming your theory.

[silent-browser]

Fuck it. Insane yandere with a noise sensitive darling.

The very first time he ever saw you scared was because of a particularly aggressive phone conversation he was having back when he still considered himself stable. It was also the first time he ever felt his psyche crack.

It was supposed to be date night. Going to pick out a some books in the library and then off to a small vietnamese place near by that had amazing pho. A perfect and quiet night out. A night was was interrupted and nearly ruined before it even got started.

Work. Always work. A crappy office with even crappier management. They tried to call him in.

You can cover so-and-so's shift can't you? You will get recommended for that higher position we were talking about last time if you do.

Rudeness at its finest. He explained politely that he had a prior commitment and that he can't come in.

If it's a partner I'm sure they wouldn't mind. After all it's more money in your bank account and you can just make it up to them later.

He still can't come in. He just wants to spend a relaxing night with his-

If you can't commit yourself fully to this company I'm afraid that we may just have to write you up for insubordination. Now you should really consider what's more important. Your lively hood or one insignificant person.

He felt like an explosion went off in his brain. He roared down the receiver of the phone. How dare they threaten his job. His income. His darling. Disgusting, awful things were said that night, including threats to sue and rip that whole company to shreds. That eventful phone call ended when he threw his phone at the opposite end of the couch he was sitting on.

With frustration and rage still swimming in his mind he started ranting. Growling and pacing his living room like a caged predator when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He had whipped around and was ready to rip into whomever touched him until he realized who was standing there as well as the expression on their face.

His partner. His lovely partner was standing there. Shaken. Scared. He didn't mean to make you scared. He's so sorry. Please let him hug you. You don't like certain loud noises? He's even more sorry. He wishes he knew sooner. Reassureances that an outburst like that won't happen infront of you again.

The second time he saw that frightened look on your precious face was when he went on trial for murdering three entire departments from his office.

He saw you in the audience of that trial. He wanted to catch your eye. Hopeing to get across the message that he would be home soon. Instead he saw raw fear and disbelief. And suddenly the extra time off he had gained through the murdering of all those people didn't feel like an accomplishment. It felt like shame.

The crying mothers and screaming loved ones never moved him. The guilty charge didn't get phase him. Life in prison even seemed preferable at the time. Anything to get him to stop looking at and remembering your terrified face.

The third and hopefully final time he saw that look, the one that haunted his nightmares and delusions now, was when he came back.

Prison really only did one good thing for him. Gave him time to work out. He had never been stronger or in better shape. Hopefully it was a shape you were attracted to, was a common thought for him during his time in prison. In every other aspect it only caused him to get worse. Nightmares of you running away from him, hallucinations of your voice telling him that you didn't love him anymore but worst of them all were the visions of your body, broken and bruised, usually accompanied by more auditory hallucinations of you telling him that this was all his fault. He was tortured by his own mind daily. So when he finally got out he made it his new life's mission to take care of his darling. Whatever the cost.

He had to be quiet when breaking into your new house. Loud noises scare darling. If I scare darling I'm an awful and unworthy boyfriend. Don't scare them don't scare them don't scare them.

He had to be careful when drugging you. Darling hates needles... But this is necessary! But darling hates needles... Please don't hate me...

He had to be confident leaving your house. Nothing to see here. Just a man with THE MOST WONDERFUL AND AMAZING HUMAN BEING IN HIS ARMS, and wrapped in a carpet. I hope they can breathe in there... Have I suffocated them!? Have I just killed my darling!?!

He had to rush to the car and speed off.

He keeps you in a cabin now. Deep in a forest. No news from the modern world reaches here. None of the reports of an escaped convict from a mental asylum (but that was allowed right? He escaped for true love after all.). No reports about his old boss being found in his home, gutted and torn apart with his heart removed (that heart would make a fantastic anniversary present! A show of his devotion and ability). No reports about the expartner of the infamous workplace ripper suddenly disappearing the same night as the asylum escape. (Better this way in his opinion. Those other FAKES didn't really care about you. They were only reporting it because the story would bring in some money. Hmm... Maybe he should visit that news station soon... Teach them the error of their ways...)

[persesphonestears]

Hello hope you are having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request the 141 tf (and a lil Ghost) x M reader, where a mission doesn't go as planned and reader gets separated from the team, the team have to leave reader behind who has already mapped out a route back to base but it could take a couple days. A couple days of little to no food or water and an open wound they told no one about so as not to be a burden but know the risk of infection is high.

Request fill! A little Ghost x Reader action

A/N: HI! Thank you so much for requesting! you genuinely have no idea what it means to me I'm actually so excited to be able to write this for you! I also literally love you now btw

So a little background for the story, Ghost and reader aren't yet in a relationship but are very clearly pining over each other(sorta), Reader has also been a part of the 141 for a good while and has a really good family dynamic with the team!! 

C/W: angst(?), gore, mentions of torture(reader), reader doubts 141, reader gets a major injuries(But its not super talked about), reader’s wounds get infected, Ghost and reader pining for each other at the end but doesn’t actually(technically) get together , also use of y/n and c/s(Call Sign), if there’s anymore lemme know

This was meant to be an easy and a ‘get in get out' mission. How did everything go to shit so quickly?

The 141 moved in to go investigate the small town. Lasswel sent in information to Price a couple days earlier saying some important intel had somehow fallen into the hands of the wrong people and they had to retrieve it. Hopefully as well in the process figure out how the intel got into their hands.

“Everyone move in go” Price was heard through their comms, Everyone starting to move in when a loud noise and force sent the group of highly trained men forwards. “WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK WAS THAT?!” Price yelled into his comms, everyone could hear the distress in his voice. How'd they know the 141 was going to be there.

“Bomb sir! They must know we're her-” The Scotsman was cut off by the rain of bullets that was sent out. Throughout the rain of fire more explosives went off effectively getting 4 of the SAS group to stay together while one was separated.

“Everyone here?” A gruff British accent called out into his comms, looking around throughout the bullets and dust of the battle ground. “SIR I DON'T SEE C/S ANYWHERE!” Gaz screamed out, looking around frantically. Price looked at his team, a grave look on his face as he spoke, “We have to leave. We'll get c/s back you know we don't leave each other behind but going in there right now will get all of us killed” They went off. Not before Ghost stopped giving another look around, concern evident in his eyes, as he looked around for his other teammate.

-time skip- 

<Your POV>

Everything hurts. My head was throbbing. My arms were stuck above my head, cold metal digging into my skin. Opening my eyes, unsurprisingly to see a damp, gloomy, musty and uncomfortable room. No windows, and a single light hanging from the roof and a total of four high up holes in the wall, out of reach. Even if I wasn’t tied up.

“Well we'll look who's awake” My eyes concentrate onto a silhouette outside of the metal bars in front of me. “You've been out for a long time you know, Thought your own body would kill you before we got a chance to talk.” He chuckles as he walks into my view. Walking into the cell he gets closer to my face. Looking away as to not continue looking at him. Grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. “Now why don't you tell me the rest of the information I need, hm? won't you be a good boy and tell me what i need to know.”

“Go to hell, dirtbag” I scoff, shaking my head away from his grip. Sometimes I wish I kept my mouth shut. A scream ripped out of my throat. Tears building up in my eyes, the pain shooting up from my leg, the gruelling feel of the knife twisting into my flesh. 

Why haven't they come for me yet? I don't want to have to do this for god knows how long. “Common, just tell me what I want. You do that, this'll stop you know. Just work with me here.” Smirking at me, he realised I wasn't going to be giving up anything that he wanted to know.

And so he just continued. The stabbing, The burning, the Jesus, everything. The more screams that came out of my mouth instead of the information he wanted angered him more. It wouldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. Neither would my screams. The screams that seemed to just egg him on. 

And so he continued, gladly at that. Giving me the minimal amount of water to make sure I wouldn’t pass out from dehydration. He was loving it. Coming in every minute he had the time to torture me. Mercilessly, he just won’t stop.

Surely my team, Ghost at least, Ghost has to come get me soon. It’s Ghost, he’s the best out of us. He’ll be able to find me. I know he will. He has too! I mean it’s Ghost, Ghost will save me, He’ll be worried and he’ll rescue me.

-very lil baby skip-

He hasn’t come for me. No one has. The torture has continued. I’m pretty sure I’ve gained some lovely new permanent scars. Everywhere. Being stripped down to my tank and boxers, forcing the harsh weather to have more of an effect on my body then it may have been.

I can’t do this anymore. Every plan I’ve tried so far has failed. There's been absolutely no signs or showings of the 141. They still haven’t come for me. I’m so tired. How could they do this to me? Ghost. Ghost out of all people, out of everyone he hasn’t come for me. I thought maybe he would’ve- no it doesn’t matter.

The creaking and screeching of doors opening, revealing the person I would least like to see. “How’s my little rat doing, hm? You don’t look so good, now do you?” laughing at his seemingly hilarious joke. Looking away from him, I’m not giving anything he wants. Despite losing faith in his team, he wasn’t going to ruin his reputation in the SAS.

Keeping my mouth shut, of course angers him. I think if I spoke back it would’ve angered him. So surprise surprise grabbing my chin, making me look at his grossly greasy face, the evil smirk gracing (if you could say that) his ugly mug. “You make this so fun for me, you know that?” He chuckles. For fucks sake. Here we go again.

-another time skip(sorry i'm lazy and don't want this so be too long)-

<No one's/3rd Person POV>

Without y/n’s knowledge Ghost was screaming at everyone and everything. He was so stressed. He didn’t know if you were alive, if you were okay, if you had gotten out. After getting separated from you they couldn’t find you. Of course filing you M.I.A for the time being. The reality of the situation setting on even harder for Ghost as he had to read your file, the addition of the daunting letters gracing your profile sent him into a frenzy.

He was snappy, angry, stressed, short tempered and all of the above. He couldn’t get any information on where you might be and it was absolutely driving him absolutely insane. Soap, Gaz and even Price weren't able to help him calm down. They themselves were stressed. Worried for your well being. No one had been able to get into contact with you. Even Lasswel had tried getting information on where you might be or even where the people who had taken you may have ended up.

Everyone and anyone were walking on eggshells around the stressed four men. Though no one dared to go close to Ghost, he hadn’t been sleeping, eating, or keeping himself healthy. Not only were you not there to keep him sane, you weren’t there to remind him. To bring him tea made the exact way he liked it. Not finding his favourite sweets on his desk with a sticky note teasing him about being dark and gloomy but loving bright and overly sugary sweets. He hadn’t realised how much you kept him sane. How much your being made him okay, How much you made him feel like Simon again.

It'd have to have been over a month or two. Though within that month or so here y/n stood, bloodied and bruised. Severe wounds littered his body as he limped through the bloodied halls of where he was once locked up in. Shrugging the last body of dead weight off of him, after stealing someone's clothes. Surprisingly not wanting to find out how to leave here while in his raggedy tank top and his boxers. Fiddling with the keys he found, continuing to limp throughout this god awful place.

Finally navigating his way out, seeing the sun for the first time in what truly felt months, years even. Being tortured every second of being down there, with i cleaned blades, dirty bloody kitchen tools, seemingly anything and everything unclean they could find. Effectively forcing most if not all wounds to become infected.

His body is wasting away, no food and the smallest amount of water to keep him alive. Continuing to walk or limp his way through wherever this shitty place is. Finding a car while limping to the car, finding the keys in his pants, trying them on the car, not believing his luck when it opens. 

Driving, non stop till he finally saw the bloody annoying colours of the barracks he called his home. The soldiers taking watch noticed immediately of the unidentified car coming to their quarters. The 141 run out wondering what's going on, seeing the car, they grab their guns and aim it at the car. Everyone else yelling out at the person to get out of the car. The door opens to reveal none other than their missing teammate. Ghost stood there frozen. Not only were you alive, you got out of there yourself.

Ghost running over to you after breaking out of his shock. He grabbed you and pulled you into his arms. Holding you up as you finally let tears fall, knees buckling under your weight as you held onto Ghost, your Ghost for what felt like your life depended on it. “Are you okay, Love? Holy shit I thought you were dead. We couldn’t find you, I’m so so sorry Darling’” He whispered to you as he carried you to the medic centre. The 141 following a good few feet away.

Placing you down on a bed, pulling off his mask, chuckling at the shock on your sunken eyes. Placing a kiss on your forehead he whispered sweet nothings to you as you used him as a personal heater. A know on your door pulling you away from your moment with Ghost, in walked Price, Gaz and Soap. “Glad yer’ ‘right” Soap spoke softly, giving you a fist bump, “We’re so proud of you kid.” Price’s moustache twitched upwards as he looked down at you. “Yeah like holy shit dude! You got out of there by yourself! You gotta tell us all about it!” Laughing softly at Gaz’s way of making you feel better.

Not only could they see how worn out and just purely unwell you were, they couldn’t help but feel their heart well at the smiles and chuckles you gave while speaking to them. The same goes with you. You could see all of them, the worry and relief of seeing you safe and okay being in front of them. Seeing Ghost, the most dishevelled out of the four men standing above the medical bed, was like having everything bad that had happened to you become better, knowing he did try and you did mean something to him.

After the other three left, Ghost sat, with his mask back on, as you got hooked up to fluids and held your hand while getting your wounds cleaned, and unfortunately the deep clean as most of your wounds had deep and good infections so a good and thorough clean was needed.  Once it was again just you and Ghost, his mask back off. Both men smiling softly at one another. “You're getting sleepy there darling” Ghost chuckled standing up and pulled the covers over you, again kissing your forehead.

“Ghost?” “Hm?” Ghost turning around, and chuckled at you, arms out, waiting expectantly for a hug from the big and scary stoic man. Giving in, he lent down and carefully hugged you. Leaning back up slowly you looked up at him and let out in a soft whisper “Stay with me? Please?” And without a second thought he grabbed a spare blanket and sat down next to you. “Get some sleep. You need it. And before you argue, that’s an order.” chuckling at him and cuddling up with the blanket you closed your eyes, safe, hydrated and a full stomach, but most importantly with Ghost.

A/N: I'm probably gonna make a part two if you guys want one! I really love stories like this and stuff, with like with the angst, i like pain🫶

[creative-kny-fics]

I don't know if you're currently taking requests or not, but I will ask anyway. Also, I am not sure if you write for the Uppermoons or not? Also this request may be a little weird so I am sorry- 😭

Lee: Shinobu

Ler: Douma/Doma (people spell his name both ways so idk)

And ofc, feel free to decline this! <3

Oooooh, well, it's not something strange in my opinion. So, as I like to write in droves, I'll put one to more AU's, hopefully and you don't mind

Lee: Shinobu Kocho

Ler: Douma (UpperMoon 2)

Explanation of the I AU: It's a world where they are not demons, what do I mean?

There are two sides, one is the group known as "hashiras" (pillars), responsible for doing good and frustrating the plans of the other group, called "lunas" (moons).

'Shinobu, are you sure you wouldn't want me to come with you?'

'Mitsuri, I can handle this, believe me, nothing will happen to me and if anything happens to me, I entrust you to take care of my sisters and the little ones I take care of, okay?'

'Okay... Good luck...', Mitsuri said goodbye to her partner, she trusted her, but the one she didn't trust so much was her enemy.

Shinobu's mission was to get information from a man, according to Kagaya, was a member of the rival group.

'You must be Miss Ayami, am I correct?'

'Yes, nice to meet you. Ayami Izumi, at your service.'

'Beautiful name, my name is Gi Hashibira, the pleasure is mine', he took her hand and kissed it as a sign of respect.

They both talked, Shinobu had to accept it, it was obnoxious, he only talked about himself, she didn't say a single word besides her name the entire evening, how pathetic.

'You're a good listener, I really like you Ayami...'

'I would say the same about you... And what do you do?'

'Well, it's a bit of a curious question. I have multiple jobs, how about you? I imagine you must be a model, your beauty is enough for you to dedicate your life to modeling.'

'You flatter me, but no, currently, I work with a colleague in a cafeteria. The idea of ​​modeling never crossed my mind...'

'Aaaaw, a shame, I would pay to see you on a billboard~'

Shinobu has endured compliments from so many people, but this one undoubtedly had something that made her blood boil, she didn't know how to explain it, but she didn't like the way he said them at all, even the fake name she had created for herself, she felt disgusted, but she had to endure it, for the good of the mission.

'Why do you look like that, Kocho?'

'Tomioka, how do you think you would be in front of a person who won't stop talking to you and makes you so angry that you wish a meteorite would fall on that person and the street at once?'

'Yes, that has happened to me, many times. So, how are you doing?'

'He doesn't say anything, it seems like he doesn't trust me enough...'

'Be careful, please, I don't want anything to happen to you...'

'Aaaaw, are you jealous~?'

'No, I'm not one of the jealous men, I just worry' , and yes, these two were more than a partners in crime

Shinobu loved to smile, there was no reason not to, but she HATED doing it just to pretend that "Gi's" talk was something interesting, it was total rubbish that she wanted to jump out of the window.

'So, Ayami, what do you think of me?', damn it...

Shinobu took a breath, she didn't want to ruin the plan, she had already made a lot of progress, so with her best face, she told a lie.

'I think you're someone charming, a person with a good topic of conversation and who knows how to keep you entertained...'

'Aaaaw, you're so kind! I really like your company, you are a good listener!'

'Yes, however, during all the... Dates... that we have had, you have never told me what you work for, don't you have a job?'

'Oooh, of course I have it! Only, if I told you...I'd have to kill you!'

Although he laughed, Shinobu knew he wasn't joking, he really would do that if the opportunity presented itself, at least now she had an excuse to stop smiling and pretend to like his company.

The next few moments were stressful, there was no way to talk about a topic after that confession, but Shinobu was prepared.

'Ayami, what's wrong?'

'What's wrong with me? You said you should kill me if I knew what you were up to!'

'Aaaaw come on, it was a joke, don't be mad at me little one'

'I'm not "little one", shut your mouth and treat me with respect'

'Aaaaaw, are you mad? How cute! I like it when people like you get angry!', and no, I wasn't kidding.

Should I emphasize the height difference between these two? No, right? Douma had no problem carrying Shinobu by her waist.

She was angry, no, she was pissed off, how dare he grab her by the waist? She tried to kick him, but it seems he only found the younger one "nicer."

'GET ME OFF AT ONCE!'

'Ahahaha, how could I? You are so cute! So small that you look like a child! Do you laugh like one?'

He had to be screwing her, really? Well, even though she didn't mean to, Shinobu is human and when she felt a squeeze on her hips, she had to fight the smile that threatened to form on her face.

'Woww, how cute! You are so cute! Why don't you let me hear your laugh? It sure is adorable!'

'Fu-fuhuck... Yo-yoho-yohohou...!'

'You even insult! Hahahaha, come on, let me hear more of your laugh, it's so cute and-! Hey!', and no, Shinobu did what she wanted to do for so long.

A kick in the chest and then one in the face, finally, she was able to get all her anger out, although it was only two kicks, she was calm.

'I think we should no longer see each other, thank you for your time and your attention, I'm sorry for the kicks'

'I hope fate finds us again, Miss Ayami... Or rather... Shinobu?'

At what time? How the hell did he know? She was very careful, how the hell could he know?!

The only thing she saw of "Gi" was how he walked away and gave her a "kind" look, she didn't trust that look, something bad would happen...

Explanation of the II AU: It is an AU where everything is an act, therefore, the relationships are not the same. The Douma actor and the Shinobu actress actually get along quite well

We go back to the Red Light District arc, just as Gyutaro and Ume's past was coming to light, when a "cut" interrupted the recording.

'Good shot, see you here tomorrow!', what time would it be? Well, it was clear that it was already night, too night.

'My my, looks like your big scene will have to wait until tomorrow, huh?'

'Oh, look who we have here, the insect hashira. Hahahaha, how was my scene?'

'Well, we'll see how good the special effects will be this time, I'm surprised by that mannequin, it looks so realistic!'

'Yes, I was really delighted with the result, and it's so light, even a person like you could carry it without any problem hahaha'

'Oh, shut up, you idiot hahaha!'

They both signed, now they could leave quietly, and if you ask them, yes, despite the fact that the story was written that they would be "enemies", behind the screens, they were good friends.

'Well, meet my girlfriend, hehehehe, Kanroji, this is Douma, he's a friend of mine and Kanae'

'It's nice to meet you, Douma! Shinobu has told me a lot about you!'

'Aaaaw, how cute, and you said you hated me to death hahaha'

'Of course I do, we're enemies!', they both approached, somewhat intimidating, but just looking into each other's eyes made them laugh and move away, high-fiving.

However, there was another surprise, Shinobu did not expect Douma to have a partner, and not just anyone, it was the actor from the upper moon 1, Kokushibo, or as Douma called him, 'Mikat'.

'Oh my! I didn't know you two had something!'

'Well, you know, those behind the scenes always help hahaha'

'I'm happy for you, friend, one and two together, ha, how ironic'

'Yes, of course, well, Douma had a double date planned, do you want to go or prefer? Let's go to his house and order something to eat?'

'I think it would be better at home, we can prepare something else, we don't need to go out to expensive places, do you agree, little butterfly?'

'Yes yes, of course, come on my chestnut~', yep, those were the nicknames between both girlfriends

Once at home, they ordered something to eat, the food would take a while to arrive, so they would talk in the meantime, although a certain redhead didn't look so happy.

'Why do you look angry?'

'Isn't the closeness of those two strange?'

'Naaaah, I don't think so, hey, I'll give you some advice, let your partner have friends, it's normal for him to have and get along with them. Don't be so jealous, because in a certain part, you distrust your partner, so, stay calm, he loves you, so there's no reason to feel jealous, okay?'

'I think so, it's my first relationship so...'

'Aaaaw, how cute! I'm sure he's not doing it to make you jealous!'

But, on the other hand...

'What if we pretend to be actors and make a drama?'

'Hahahaha, how you like to put your partners to the test'

'Hehehe, well, what do you say, is that a yes or a no?'

'I would accept, if my girlfriend wasn't here, I respect her, so no'

Well, there was no problem with Douma, he understood it, besides, it was an inside joke between them, so there was nothing wrong.

'Uuuuuh, someone cares what her girlfriend thinks~'

'Stohohop... I hahahatehe it whehen yo-yohohou do thihihihis!'

'You love me, I know it! Come on, admit, you're worried about what Mitsuri thinks~'

'Yohohohour fu-fuhuhuckihihing nails bohohother me! Gehehet ohohohof!!', don't worry, it was a friendly game.

Maybe, when you liked someone, one of your friends started poking your sides while singing that you liked that person, well, they did it to me...

'See? They're just good friends, there's no reason to distrust'

'Although they both behave like children, don't you think?'

'Naaaah, calm down, relax your mind! No problem, if it bothers you so much, why don't we join them while we wait for the food?'

'It seems good to me'

Oh well, it seems that this game between both friends will now be between couples

Explanation of the III AU: It's almost like the previous one, however, this happens almost on the same set, kind of like a blooper

'And then I devoured your sister Kanao...'

'CUT! IT'S KANAE, NOT KANAO!'

'It's not my fault you guys gave them similar names! Hey!'

'My sister's name is Kanae! Ka-Na-E! Idiot!', time for a break.

Douma couldn't help laughing while Shinobu was hitting his head with her katana, it honestly didn't hurt, but it was already the 15th mistake they had made that day, it was inevitable, that's why they shouldn't have put them together, they were just laughing.

'And now, I'm supposed to devour you?'

'Idiot, say it right! They can think wrong!'

'Hey, you were the one who thought wrong! Hahahaha, well what then? The part where I eat you?'

'Nooooo hahahahaha, that's worse!'

'CUT, GET SERIOUS!'

These two together did not know the word "serious."

We moved on to the action scene, where Kanao encountered the fate that had befallen her sister.

She was furious until the chapter ended, with Shinobu being absorbed by Douma, although of course, they would leave that to the animations.

'Nice shot! Where is Inosuke?! He has to enter the scene soon!', well, there's another hour of rest (joke)

Wherever Inosuke was hiding, he was making their job difficult and they had a rule that they couldn't move unless the director allowed it.

'This is uncomfortable, seriously..'

'Uncomfortable for you? And me?! Uncomfortable for me that I have to support your weight!', Shinobu gasped.

She wasn't fat, was she? She looked at her belly and touched it, damn Douma, she wasn't fat and if she was, she was full of love.

'Hey, don't move! Then the directors will scold us!'

'It's your fault, you called me fat!'

'But what do you want me to do? Look at those rolls!'

And no, even if he had preferred to give it a squeeze, it would ruin his nails, so his fan also helped.

'Yohohou fuhuhuckihing bastahahard!'

'Shinobu-San! You can't move!'

'I know! Fuhuhuckihing stohohohop!'

'Hahahaha, admit you're chubby'

'Fuhuhuhuhuck yohohohohou!!!'

Fortunately, they left Shinobu there, Inosuke arrived so the scene could continue filming

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Pen/pregnant Builder headcannons

Builder is gender neutral

bro this is way too long so..enjoy

Builder is gender neutral, spoilers for act 2 & 3, SOME mentions of childbirth but no graphic detail. AGNST... A lot of it. Pen will not use the nickname skinny to be inclusive towards heavier readers. Not really proofread, I can barely write.

You knew you should've been a bit more careful.. Though with how passionate and needy Pen could be and your busy work schedule.. You may have forgotten protection a few times and the light knows pen wouldn't care enough to think about it himself in the heat of the moment.

Though, it was only so long you could ignore your new symptoms that were making taking commissions extra hard lately

Fatigue

Nausea and vomiting.. nothing stayed down..

..You really dreaded going to fang to confirm what you already knew but you desperately needed treatment with the constant vomiting, you couldn't keep any fluids down & in a hot arid environment dehydration was a real threat.

Fang confirmed your worst fear though deep down you already knew it, you weren't that oblivious to your own body. You were thankful to fang, he provided you some herbal remedies to help cope with the Nausea and to hopefully keep some fluids in your system.

You already knew how Pen felt about marriage, you were absolutely terrified to have to tell him you were pregnant but you knew you couldn't hide it forever.

Pen, well, he took it as well. He was good at not showing how he really felt but oh did he feel sorry for you both

You were expecting him to break up with you immediately but...

Pen knew he didn't have much time with you left, he always knew he would need to leave Sandrock to go back to Duvos. He was only here for a mission and he already broke so many codes just being involved with you.

Despite everything, Pen did love you, in his own Pen way.

you could see he was a little apprehensive responding to you, you could tell something else was on his mind.

"My Baby is having a baby? well, I hope you realize how lucky you are to be having my child! I bet they will even have fans asking about me when they are born!"

don't try to propose to him, it's still no. it's already gone too far.

Need help around the workshop? You got it. Even the Light knows he would not let his pregnant partner overwork themselves!

deep down he knew that he may not have much time left with you, so any time spent with you was valuable

When you eventually start to show your baby bump Pen is...

Well. Everyone knows you are HIS builder! They can so obviously see it! He has claimed you.. forever.. He was always very possessive of you and this only made it worse

Sadly for pen he won't get to see his child

Despite everything being so well.. things still felt.. wrong. There were just things about Pen's schedule that would make you suspicious.

Oh how your heart broke when Grace & Logan finally had to break everything they knew to you. You didn't wanna believe Pen was involved in this but when Logan explained to you it wasn't him that blew up the water tower but it was Pen.

They were sympathetic. They knew, they knew you were Pen's partner. That night in the hideout you cried and cried.. but they were here for you.

Grace was hesitant to take you with her when you broke the lock to the Sandrock storage room, she didn't know what you would see in there but she in general was just worried for your safety, being the pregnant one and all..

You helped collect evidence as silently, you were burying your emotions deep inside you.. even up until Pen and Miguel came into the storage room to investigate. You saw him.. but you were just numb, there were so many thoughts inside your head what have you gotten yourself into? why is he doing this? did he ever love you, how are you going to do this alone?

Of course.. when you wake up one morning to see Haru had been captured outside of the city hall, you couldn't lie no more.

"PEN BLEW UP THE WATER TOWER!! I HAVE PROOF!!"

Pen was... well. I guess it's over now isn't it my dear builder "How.. could you say such outrageous things about me.. Builder? Are you working for the Bandits! How could you betray me like this?"

Everyone was SHOOKETH, they knew your relationship to Pen, and they knew how trustworthy you were, even though Miguel and Pen tried to flip it onto you, nobody believed them.

When everything was said and revealed, Pen knew there was nothing more he could say or do, but he tried, he knew you though. You would never join him.

"Oh.. My dear Builder, I guess this is it?... Why don't you just come with me! Join Duvos, I can give you everything you need or ever want."

he knows you will say no

Refuses to hurt or fight you, he purposefully avoids hitting you, he can't hit you, he can't endanger you or his own child... Oh he wishes how you could've just come with him.

But he loved how strong you were, emotionally & physically, even now. He admires you, deep down. He knows this must be painful for you.

which is partially why he may have been caught, oh he knows he will not hear the end of it. Again. he already violated too many codes by mingling with you!

You believed that maybe you could have convinced him to change his mind about Duvos

but...

when it was revealed he killed Howlett.. You knew. There was no going back from that.

Seeing him in the Civil Corps jail was very bittersweet. You had many things you wanted to tell him

you did

but most of it was just you crying & yelling at him

and he let you

"My dear.. Just don't forget. I truly did love you & I still do. Unfortunately our paths must split here, I cannot undo the things I have done, as much as I wish I could, I would have stayed with you otherwise.. There is nothing more I can say to you, you are strong, you will get through this.. My love... Farewell."

for you and your childs sake he hopes you move on, as much as it tears him up inside, you are well loved in Sandrock, you will get through this, you aren't alone.. He is, alone, and he will have a long time to think about what he has done.

Grace & Logan are your best friends through the rest of your pregnancy.

Everyone in town cared about you & they made sure you knew that. You wouldn't be alone. They'd help you with your baby. Catori was always there giving you advice, considering she is a divorcee and a single mom! She might've not had as traumatic as a separation as you but she still gives you good tips, especially post birth recovery.

Fang sends you letters, requesting you check up with him during such a traumatic event, as well as general checkups to make sure your pregnancy is progressing healthily.

He's not much of a talker but he lets you cry & vent to him.

Through your visits to him though he starts to open up and he tries.. he really tries to talk to you to comfort you.

He is worried about your mental health and your own trauma helped connect him to you, he knows what it's like to lose someone, albeit, in a different way than you.

you really needed the support, some days it was hard for you to even get up out of bed anymore or even try to do anything, to have everyone so worried about you and checking up on you... it really did help you

As soon as he is out of jail you bet he is right outside of your workshop and checking on you don't refuse his help, you aren't getting out of it

helps maintain your workshop & runs around collecting materials for you (anything you ask for, he's got it!)

Logan feels like he owes it to you he feels like this is what howlett would have wanted him to do

Grace tries her best to make you nice meals for you! Even if she's not that good of a cook.. She just wants to be sure you are eating.

You bet Grace & Logan will help you once the baby is here, they will watch them for you & still assist with the workshop.

..Grace definitely cried when she had to go back to Atara.. But you but she will be doing anything she can to get back to Sandrock.

Grace may have not been here for when the baby was born but she sure did make it a priority to get back to Sandrock ASAP!! You were on her mind always!!

do I need to make it obvious that grace and logan may be crushing on you..? whatever, they will wait, they will wait until you are healed before even taking things there

they absolutely adore the baby ❤  ❤ 

you are so glad to have them while you recover mentally & physically.

and they are patient with you, they will be here for you. Always.