#i could punch through a bag at the gym and climb up the side of the building onto the roof

[queerstudiesnatural]

still feeling the effects of that monster drink i had 7 hours ago i am never going to sleep again

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part eighteen: "The Visit to Fogwell's"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You leave The Bulletin late and Matt requests you stop by Fogwell’s Gym so the pair of you can walk back to his place together. The night quickly takes a turn you didn't expect.

Or

You get very worked up over Matt’s sweaty biceps, he steals your underwear, and then Matt eventually proceeds to deliver on his word–thoroughly.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 7.8k

a/n: This smupdate is your first encounter with what I like to call Spicy Matty. We see many sides to Matt in this series (especially in my smupdates) and I have named a lot of them (Super Soft Matthew, Feral Matt/Devil, Drunk Matt, and Spicy Matty). Enjoy the current biggest smupdate in this series, I got carried away writing this one... The rest of the installments on tumblr for this series can be found here.

Turning the street corner, you tugged your cardigan tighter around yourself. The nights were starting to get a bit colder now that Fall was finally here and you'd almost wished you'd grabbed a coat this morning–or at least worn dress pants instead of a skirt. But you didn't know you'd be working late at The Bulletin tonight when you'd left for work today, or that Matt would have called and invited you to stop by Fogwell’s Gym, the place he loved dearly because of his father and the place he also spent some nights working out alone. Matt had asked you to stop by after you finished work, offering to walk you back to his place for the evening since you’d both already planned to spend the night together. 

You'd never gone with him to Fogwell’s before, though he'd talked about it a few times with you and you'd certainly passed it plenty of times walking around Hell's Kitchen. Now you were here pulling the unlocked door open and stepping inside, being hit with the distinct smell of a gym–sweat, rubber, and something like musty leather. You could hear a fast, repetitive thumping noise before your eyes found Matt across the dimly lit room. 

Hesitantly making your way towards him, not wanting to interrupt, your eyes momentarily took in the multitudes of old and new posters alike lining the walls. They seemed to fill almost every section of wall space. In a few locations your eyes spotted the name ‘Murdock’ in large, bold print. 

Eventually you stopped, leaning up against the side of the boxing ring a few feet away from Matt. He was in front of a punching bag, throwing a series of punches at the hanging bag with his wrapped fists. Tonight he was in a sleeveless shirt and dark sweatpants, his hair a slight mess from exertion. You could see the sheen of sweat over his face and his arms through the dim light and hear each sharp exhale and grunt from him with each smack of his fist into the bag. 

Your gaze lingered along his bare arms, watching the repetitive flex and pull of the large muscles in his biceps and forearms, your lip caught between your teeth. You certainly loved those arms and how they had picked you up and would toss you onto his bed. Instantly a heat rose inside of you as you imagined him tossing you onto the mat of that boxing ring behind you, climbing atop you sweaty and panting. Filling the old gym with the sounds of grunts for an entirely different reason.

Matt’s punching drew to a stop, his hands darting out to grab the swinging bag and halt its movement. He was breathing hard, chest rising and falling rapidly as he glanced over his shoulder back towards you. There was a smirk drawn over his mouth that your eyes did not miss.

“I see you found your way here with no problem,” Matt panted out.

“I’ve uh, passed the gym a few times before,” you told him, eyes still taking in the sight of his sweaty, exposed arms.

He turned towards you, wiping the back of a wrapped hand across his sweat-slickened forehead as he gazed back at you. “Not quite the reaction I expected to you stopping by,” Matt commented, his head cocking to the side as his eyes narrowed a bit, landing along your chest. “You’re enjoying this a lot more than I’d have thought.”

He was reading your body, you realized. Blushing, you crossed your arms over your chest as if that could block him from hearing your racing heart and forced yourself to stop checking out his arms. Instead, your gaze rose and you focused on his face. Though the amused, cocky grin in combination with his slightly mussed hair and the sweat dotting his forehead wasn’t helping the growing desire in you. 

It had been a week since you’d both had sex, Matt having been distracted with his Hardcore Parkouring–this week's new name you were trying out for what he did after seeing how he climbed your fire escape one too many times–and you had been struggling to meet some deadlines for Ellison at the last minute. There hadn’t exactly been time for sex. But now, staring at him in this sweaty, exerted state, one that reminded you of how he appeared post-sex, had your cunt throbbing with an unexpected need you hadn’t anticipated until you’d at least gotten back to his apartment.

He crossed the distance between you, dragging a hand through his dark hair a few times as his chest continued to heave. The smirk hadn’t left his mouth as he came to a stop just in front of you.

“Tell me what’s on your mind,” he ordered.

Feeling shy and put on the spot, you cleared your throat and quickly dropped your gaze to the floor. “Nothing,” you muttered. “Just uh, just was waiting for you to finish.”

He took another step closer, leaning just a bit forward so his mouth was beside your ear when he whispered, “Lie.”

You licked your lips nervously, eyes still downcast as Matt’s face shifted and his gaze fell somewhere near your mouth at the movement. Breath coming in short, you glanced up at him from under your lashes, eyes focused on his plump lips. It had been a few days since you’d last had the opportunity to kiss them.

“You’re thinking about me fucking you, aren’t you?” he whispered. 

You bit your lip in response to his blunt question, a soft whine barely leaving your throat. The corner of his mouth twitched upward in satisfaction.

“I thought so,” he murmured. 

His hips pushed into yours before you felt his hands slide down your hips, continuing down along the side of your thighs. Then he gripped them tight and pulled you up onto the edge of the ring before you knew what he’d been doing, and your upper back rested against the lowest rope as a faint gasp of surprise escaped you. His hands were running down the length of your thighs, his nose nuzzling in against yours.

“Thought you were in a skirt tonight,” he whispered.

You could feel a dampness beginning to pool between your thighs and he hadn’t even kissed you yet, the sharp exhales from his mouth near yours making you dizzy. Unable to resist, you leant in towards him, desperate to feel his mouth on yours, but he pulled back with a smug smile on his face. Frowning, you watched as his hands rose in front of himself, his left hand gradually tearing up the velcro of the wrap on his right hand loudly. He unwound the wrap frustratingly slowly from his hand, his gaze focused along your collarbone and that damn smug smile on his mouth as he worked. 

“I’m not going to fuck you here, sweetheart,” he told you. “But–” he continued, the loud tear of velcro from the other hand wrap loudly echoing through the gym, the sound causing you to swallow hard as your focus remained on the darkened expression on his face, “–I am going to touch you.”

You whimpered in anticipation, your thighs pressing together, your cunt still aching for attention. Matt’s smug smile only grew as he tossed his hand wraps aside, his hands falling down to rest along your knees over your skirt. More wet heat pooled between your legs.

“Though you’re not getting off until we’re back in my apartment,” Matt warned you, “and I’m fucking you into the tile of my shower wall. So don’t get too excited, sweetheart.”

"What?" you asked, shocked and confused.

His hands slid your knees apart as far as your skirt would allow. Gradually his right hand slid to the inside of your thigh, gliding its way agonizingly slow up toward your underwear.

"You heard me," Matt said. "No cumming until we’re fucking in my shower."

Heat flooded your cheeks. You'd had sex with Matt multiple times now over the four months you'd been together, and you'd eventually gotten comfortable around him after the first few times–except for that night you'd had sex shortly after coming home drenched from the rain. That time you'd been as nervous to fuck him as if it had been the first time again, struggling not to shout ‘I love you’ with each thrust of his cock. 

But never had Matt been like this . He was always sweet and caring. There was usually a little dirty talk involved, you at some points participating, but nothing along the lines of Matt about to finger you in a public setting, even if you were currently alone, talking about not letting you cum until he was fucking you in his shower. 

Your heart raced a little faster in your chest, equal parts nervous and aroused. This was new for you. Exciting. And Matt, well, you loved him. Trusted him. And fuck if you wouldn't let him do just about anything to you. 

The tips of three of his fingers lightly brushed along you through your damp underwear and a moan vibrated low in your throat. Matt's left hand clamped down hard on your right thigh in response. 

"You okay with this?" he asked, voice raspy as his fingers ran gently back and forth along you.

Biting your lip, you nodded quickly in response. "Yes," you breathed out. "Please."

The corner of his lips curled upwards, his fingers finding your clit through the wet fabric and rubbing lightly. Your eyes partially closed, breath coming in shallower.

"Mmm, I like the sound of you begging," he purred, licking his lips.

Swallowing hard and trying to keep your brain from overthinking, you whispered, "Touch me, Matty. Please."

His fingers stopped their movements and you froze, worried you'd said something wrong.

"Actually, sweetheart," Matt began, sliding his hand out from under your skirt, the retreat causing you to frown and chew the inside of your cheek nervously, "I want you to touch yourself for me."

Your breath caught, eyes going wide. "What?" you squeaked out, panic seeping in.

He grinned, tugging your skirt up your thighs from your place on the edge of the boxing ring. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire. The thought of touching yourself in front of him for some reason had you wanting to sprint far, far away from the gym right now. 

Was he expecting you to be sexy? You didn't do sexy. 

His hands finally paused, gripping the waistband of your underwear as your skirt sat bunched up around your waist. "You seem ready to bolt," he commented, his gaze focusing on your chin, cocky smirk replaced with concern. "Is this still okay?"

You bit your lip, face still burning and nerves rolling in your stomach. "I–" you began, pausing immediately. 

You desperately wanted to fuck Matt and you were curious as to where this was going, but you were also terrified of embarrassing yourself. You'd never touched yourself in front of someone else before–at least not intentionally. The time Matt broke into your house didn't count because you hadn't known he'd been listening in.

"What's going through your mind?" he asked gently, warm palms coming down to massage your thighs.

Swallowing hard, trying to control your racing heart, you tried to find your voice. "I'm just…nervous. I–I don't really do the whole being sexy thing," you awkwardly admitted with a grimace. 

A slow smile pulled his lips up at your words, his eyebrows rising on his forehead in something akin to amusement. "Really? Because I think you do it well–and often."

The snort fell ungracefully out of your nose before you threw a hand over your face to try to hide the sound. Matt only smiled back at you warmly.

"I find you very sexy," Matt assured you, hands lightly tugging at your underwear again. "And I think you touching yourself," he continued, tongue quickly slipping out to wet his lips, " because of me is even sexier." His fingers tugged at the waistband of your underwear yet again, his serious gaze fixed on your chin. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," you breathed out instantly, the immediate response drawing a smile that crinkled the corner of his eyes. 

"You want to continue this?" he asked next.

Biting your lip, you slowly nodded your head in response. Your heart was still hammering loudly in your ears. 

His hands carefully slid your underwear down your legs, moving slowly as if he was giving you plenty of time to change your mind. When he slipped the fabric over your feet, he tossed it across the gym and you swallowed hard. 

"Relax," he whispered. "It's just us here."

One of his hands reached out, gently tugging your right hand from where it was gripping the edge of the ring and carefully he brought it down between your thighs, right over your clit. His hand released yours and landed back on your legs, gently massaging the muscle below it again. 

Breath coming in short, your fingers resting along your anxious clit, your eyes landed on his bare arms and the taut muscles twitching with the movements of his hands. Timidly, your fingers slowly began rubbing gentle circles, your pulse quickening when Matt's bottom lip slipped between his teeth, a darkened expression returning to his face. 

"That's it, sweetheart," he praised, hands both abruptly gripping your thighs tight. "Does that feel good?"

"Yes," you whispered.

His hands continued to massage the muscles of your thighs as your fingers continued to tentatively massage your clit. Your gaze was focused on Matt’s face, his lip still drawn between his teeth and his eyes half-lidded as his own gaze landed somewhere along your racing heart. Occasionally his short nails would dig into one of your thighs and a soft, sharp exhale would roll out of your mouth. You were finding it increasingly difficult to be self-conscious when his hands on your thighs in conjunction with your fingers on your clit were making you feel so goddamn good.

Tongue slipping out of your own mouth, wetting your lips, your gaze dropped down to Matt’s sweaty torso. You wished that sleeveless tank top would disappear and stop obstructing your view of the rest of his sweat-dampened muscles.

"You want my fingers?" he murmured, sliding his right hand up towards your cunt. 

You squirmed along the edge of the boxing ring, left hand clamping hard on it to steady yourself. Nodding quickly, you felt your desire burning in you, the nerves you felt a minute ago quickly disappearing. 

"Please," you breathed out. 

His index and middle finger rubbed along your soaked slit, a faint rumble of a hum coming from him. You whined as he continued to tease your entrance.

"You're so wet," he whispered. "All for me?”

Leaning back into the rope behind you further, a noise of affirmation vibrated in your throat. Instantly one of his fingers dipped inside of you and you whimpered, squirming along the edge of the boxing ring again. The single digit made a few slow, gentle thrusts and you bit your lip, wanting more. As if sensing as much, he slid a second finger inside of you and your eyes rolled back, your left hand darting out to grip the back of Matt’s neck as if it had a mind of its own. Something like a growl rumbled in his chest in response and your nails dug into the skin at his nape. 

His fingers set a slow pace, pumping in and out of you, your legs slowly beginning to tremble along the edge of the ring. The pad of your middle finger kept its rhythm at the same time, drawing you closer and closer to your climax. You were far past caring that you were touching yourself in a gym with the way Matt’s two fingers were fucking you.  

He stepped closer to you between your legs, leaning over and lightly catching your shoulder in his teeth, his saliva dampening your cardigan. You moaned, hips jerking up into his fingers needily, the pace of your own finger increasing. Matt’s teeth released your shoulder, his mouth planting a kiss on the skin just before your ear beside his mouth. This close to you, you noted how he smelled like sweat and something so wholly him, and the scent alone caused a shudder to tear down your spine.

A moment later his fingers slid out of you, your eyes flying open as you gasped. You had been so fucking close , why the hell did he have to stop? One of his hands instantly grasped your wrist, pulling your own hand gently away from yourself. Immediately you whined in protest at the loss of all contact. Searching for friction, your legs attempted to clamp together, but they were obstructed by Matt’s hips as he continued to stand between them. A gentle huff of amusement came from his mouth still beside your ear.

“I already told you, sweetheart,” Matt purred into your ear, “you’re not cumming until I’m fucking you into the tile of my shower.”

Eyes closing, you groaned loudly in frustration. Matt only chuckled in response, his hands working to smooth your skirt back down over your legs.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he told you. "Consider it me paying you back for last week."

"Sure feels like payback," you mumbled. "But not the kind you mean."

He stepped away from you with a light laugh, your eyes momentarily noticing the slight tent of his sweatpants before he turned. Your hands flew to your face, rubbing the heels of your palms over your eyes as you tried to catch your breath. You were past worked up at this point, half tempted to slip into the bathroom and finish the job. Though you knew Matt would know and you doubted he’d let you finish. With a sigh, you lowered your hands and slid off the ring, your attention shifting to where Matt had thrown your underwear a bit ago.

Only they weren’t there. 

You frowned, your eyes slowly finding their way to Matt who had paused halfway zipping up a bag along the nearby bench. As if he felt your eyes on him, he glanced over his shoulder, a cheeky smile on his face as he held up your red satin panties in a fist.

“Looking for something?” he teased.

Eyes widening, you headed towards him, reaching up to grab the underwear from his outstretched hand. His hand pulled out of your reach at the last second, your underwear going with it. A coy smile slid itself over his lips as he stared down at you, his gaze fixed along your left shoulder.

“I want you to walk back with me without them,” he told you. “Can you do that?”

“ Matt ,” you hissed, cheeks burning.

You had never gone anywhere without wearing underwear before. The thought of something happening, with the kind of luck you had, weighed too much on your mind to ever try. And now he wanted you to walk the block and a half back to his place, wound up and panty-less?

Hand lowering, he held them out towards you suddenly. The coy smile slipped from his face, replaced with something serious yet again.

“I would never make you do something you're uncomfortable with, though,” he assured you. “ But it’s not that far of a walk. And only you and I will know.” He leaned forward, whispering into your ear, “And it’ll make it that much faster to get undressed and into my shower.” He leaned back, smiling warmly at you with your underwear still in his outstretched hand.

Your eyes dropped to the red satin in his palm, chewing your lip as you contemplated it. He was right, no one else would know. And it wasn’t that far of a walk to his place, either. Plus the lack of additional clothing to remove was an added benefit with how badly you wanted to get off already. All were valid points on his part.

Gaze sliding up to Matt’s warm smile, taking in the way he patiently waited for you to decide what you wanted to do, you surprisingly found yourself leaning towards letting him throw the underwear into his bag. Matt somehow always had a way of making you feel safe and comfortable–even to the point of being willing to try something you’d normally be too terrified to do. Like walking a few blocks in a skirt without anything underneath it.

“Alright,” you answered slowly.

One of his brows quirked up onto his forehead. “You’re sure? You’re not feeling like I’m pressuring you into this, right? Because I’m not and I want you to–”

“Put my goddamn underwear in your bag, Matthew,” you cut him off, watching the smile widen on his face, “because you’re just slowing us down now.”

“You got it, sweetheart,” he said, shooting you a wink before tossing the fabric into his bag. Zipping it up, he threw the strap over his shoulder before unfolding his cane. “Someone’s eager,” he teased.

“It has been way too long since we’ve had sex,” you stated, feeling a faint blush rise to your cheeks.

“Oh?” Matt asked, a grin still plastered on his face as he stepped towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “And for future knowledge,” he began, the two of you making your way towards the exit, “what constitutes too long without sex for you?”

You were proud of yourself when you refrained from saying anytime his dick wasn’t buried inside of you. Instead you answered, “Two days.” He huffed out a laugh and you side-eyed him. “What?” you asked.

He shrugged as he released his hold around you, the pair of you exiting the gym. Taking a moment to lock the door behind you both, he said, “Your heart is telling me that’s a lie is all.”

You glanced down at your chest, shock written along your face. “Seriously?” you asked in disbelief.

He turned back towards you, sliding the key into his pocket before he wrapped his arm back around your waist. Still grinning, he began pulling you along with him in the direction of his place, cane tapping lightly along the ground. “Yeah,” he answered, turning and shooting you a smug look. “You want to try that again?”

Brows furrowing together, you asked hesitantly, “A day?”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “A little steadier but apparently not a full truth,” he told you.

You rolled your eyes, cheeks burning a little more. “Okay, you’re incredibly attractive and I like you a lot and I want to sleep with you all of the time,” you blurted. “Better?”

His arm around your waist squeezed you further into his side. “Yeah, that one wasn’t a lie,” he informed you.

“And what’s too long without sex for you?” you shot back, brows raised curiously. 

“When it comes to you?” he asked, a hungry look in his eyes as he turned his full attention on you again, the look causing your heart to pound a little harder. “I want to fuck you all the time,” he stated bluntly and confidently. “If I never had to stop, I wouldn’t.” His voice lowered as he leaned in towards you, the pair of you still walking towards his place. “Your skin is the softest thing I’ve ever felt. The sounds you make drive me crazy– especially those little breathy whines that don’t quite make it out of your throat.” 

You saw him bite his lip out of the corner of your eye and your bare cunt clenched around the cold air.

“Your body is beautiful,” he continued, clearly not finished whispering into your ear. “And the way your cunt always needs a moment to fit me–” he hissed a sharp breath in and you felt that particular part of your body begging for attention again. “Your smell–the taste of you–its like…a drug I never want to give up.”

A chill ran down your spine, one that had nothing to do with the cool night breeze. His voice alone was working you up all over again.

“But,” he said, straightening up beside you, tone easily shifting back to casual which always managed to give you whiplash, “I quite enjoy doing a great many other things with you as well. And as much as I love being lost in you, well,” he shrugged, “I wouldn’t have moments talking with you like this if I never stopped fucking you.”

You cleared your throat, your gaze dropping nervously down to your feet. “That was…weirdly sexy and sweet," you muttered.

Matt barked out a laugh beside you, the sound drawing a smile to your face. You loved whenever you made him laugh.

"So how are you doing there, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Cold," you answered. 

Matt fought back another laugh, burrowing his nose into your hair. "I'm sorry," he apologized, "I didn't think about the cold. I promise I'll make sure you're real warm soon enough."

You melted into his side, enjoying the show of affection as he continued to lightly nuzzle the top of your head. "Why'd you want me to walk back without them?"

"Because I think it’s hot being the only other one who knows there's nothing under that skirt," he whispered into your hair. "But also, there's nothing… restricting the scent of you. So I uh–" he cleared his throat lightly, "–can more easily appreciate the scent of you. If it makes you feel any better, it's currently driving me crazy and I'm resisting the urge to have you right here on the sidewalk."

"Really?" you asked curiously, cheeks flushing despite the cold as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"Really," he answered. "You still underestimate the effect you have on me and I wish you didn't."

Your arms both came to wrap themselves around his waist, your arousal briefly dulling at the sweetness of the man at your side. You fought the urge to blurt the words that felt like they were sitting just there on the tip of your tongue. You were in love with Matthew Murdock and refraining from telling him was getting more and more difficult every passing day. Thankfully, his apartment building came into view before you could make an ass of yourself and blurt out an ‘I love you’ while he was carrying your panties in his gym bag.

It wasn’t long before the pair of you were in the elevator, riding it up to the sixth floor. You’d managed to snag it all to yourselves, which Matt apparently intended to take full advantage of with the way he’d grabbed your hips the moment the doors closed and drew your ass directly into his growing erection. As your own arousal came flooding back, your eyes were glued to the numbers near the elevator doors steadily climbing up to ‘six’ as Matt’s left hand slowly snaked its way to the front of you, very faintly rubbing your clit over your skirt. A shudder ran down you as your mouth clamped shut.

A moment later the doors opened and Matt’s hands instantly slid to more respectable locations. You both exited the elevator, and as you neared his door in the hallway, your body slightly blocking Matt’s now obvious hard-on, you both awkwardly greeted the older woman who lived across the hall. It was good she appeared to be leaving because you were pretty sure she would not want to hear the sounds that were about to be coming from Matt’s apartment.

As you both stopped in front of his door, his arms slipped underneath both of yours, the front of him flush to the back of you, his cock an ever present reminder pressing into your right ass cheek as he focused on unlocking his door. The way he was breathing, chin hovering above your right shoulder, his breath falling over your neck with each soft exhale, was somehow on its own driving you wild. The anticipation of that goddamn door opening was killing you.

Finally you heard the lock turn, and somehow it sounded louder than normal. Impatient, you reached out and turned the handle as Matt deposited the key back into his jacket pocket. He chuckled, most likely at your overeagerness. 

You stepped into his apartment and the moment you turned around, Matt slammed his door shut, immediately dropping his gym bag to the floor and tossing his cane to the side, his eyes burning a hole into your collarbone the entire time. 

"Bathroom," Matt ordered. "Now."

Biting your lip, you turned on your heel, an excitement washing over you as you quickly made your way down his entry hall. As you skirted around his sofa and coffee table, your eyes focused on the darkened hallway that led to his bathroom, Matt's large palm came down on your ass with a firm smack that sounded out through his silent apartment. Your eyes widened and a sharp, surprised gasp fell out of you at the impact. Pausing, you glanced over your shoulder to Matt behind you. His hand was kneading the stinging flesh beneath your skirt now, a pleased smirk on his mouth. 

"You're the one slowing us down now," Matt pointed out. 

He patted your ass lightly and you continued on to the bathroom, gnawing your lip even more. 

This man's sexual prowess was going to kill you someday, you were sure of it.

Turning into the bathroom, Matt reached around you and switched on the light–a sweet gesture since it was solely for your benefit. His hands were on you immediately after, one hand cupping your breast over your blouse, his other sliding its way up under your skirt as he pulled your back into his front yet again. His nose brushed along your neck before you felt his soft lips earnestly kissing the delicate skin there. Your head instantly tilted to the side, offering your neck up to him. 

While he attentively kissed along the length of your throat, his fingers found your slickened slit under your skirt. The pads of his fingers ran back and forth through the damp arousal he found there a few times and your brows knitted together as your head fell back on Matt's shoulder.

"Please stop teasing me, Matt," you begged. 

You felt his lips curl into a smile along your neck. Two thick fingers dipped inside of you and your eyes fluttered shut, a pleased moan vibrating in your throat as your head rolled further back along his shoulder. 

"Better?" Matt asked beside your ear. 

You nodded vigorously along his shoulder, eyes still clamped shut as you hummed out an, "Mhmm."

He chuckled, his fingers still pumping into you. His mouth was on your cheek, planting a light kiss there. "You're still not cumming yet, don't get too comfortable," Matt told you, amusement in his tone.

Your brows furrowed and you groaned.

"Not until–" he began, back to kissing your neck, his tongue running along your skin, "–I'm fucking that beautiful cunt–" he continued between kisses, "–into the tile–" he gently nipped your neck, "–of my shower wall."

Not sure what had suddenly taken over you, you turned on your heel, Matt's fingers slipping out from inside of you and your neck now out of the reach of his mouth. Your hands flew out, yanking up the hem of his sleeveless shirt roughly, Matt standing there briefly surprised and dumbstruck. A moment later he was laughing lightly, his hands assisting and helping you to remove his shirt. 

Frantically you threw your cardigan to the bathroom floor and began pulling your blouse over your head. Matt stepped out of his sweatpants before you–boxerless, to your wide eyed surprise. Fully undressed, his hard cock clearly impatient as well, he reached around the back of your skirt, his hands finding the zipper of it as you began unclasping your bra. You freed your breasts the moment Matt was bending low, tugging your skirt off. With his mouth beside your cunt, he abruptly slipped his tongue out and licked the length of it and you bit your lip at the sensation, whimpering quietly. 

Standing back up with a smirk, he stepped around the pile of discarded clothes and switched on his shower, warming the water. Glancing over his shoulder at you, he whispered, "Come here."

Obediently you crossed the distance between you, Matt's hands landing on your neck and drawing you into him. Eyes closing, your hands landed on his solid chest before his mouth was on yours. You could feel his cock pressing against you eagerly, pre-cum dampening your skin beneath it. Feeling like you couldn't wait much longer for him to fuck you, you bit down on his lip, the action slightly timid and impatient.

Matt broke the kiss, his brows rising onto his forehead as he glanced down at you, that smirk still present on his lips–ones that were swollen and glistening with both of your saliva. 

"Relax, sweetheart," Matt urged. "I'm about to take care of you."

He stepped into the shower, one of his hands grabbing your wrist and pulling you in behind him. The warm spray of the shower washed over your back as you turned, closing the glass door behind you. But as you turned back around, Matt reached out, placing a hand to your sternum, just above your breasts. With a gentle force he pushed you into the glass of the shower door. Your nipples almost instantly stiffened at the cold sensation of the glass along your back and your ass. Matt’s other hand slipped between your thighs, his two thick fingers dipping back inside of you without any further preamble.

Your eyes slowly closed, giving into Matt as you relaxed into the glass, your head slightly rolling back into the shower door, warm water falling over the pair of you. The hand he had on your sternum slid downwards, coming to cup your right breast. Your back arched into his touch, pushing your breast further into his large palm while he began kneading the soft flesh. Your hands flew out to grip his shoulders, holding on tight to him. You felt him step in closer towards you, the warmth of his body soon radiating onto yours.

Breath coming in hard pants, your eyes opened, taking in the sight of Matt before you. His hair was soaked and clinging to his face, water droplets falling down his forehead and his cheeks. His lips were slightly parted as his chest visibly heaved, clearly garnering pleasure from how your body was reacting to his touch and the way his fingers were still fucking you with an admirable dedication that had you crawling closer and closer to your release. As if he sensed you looking, his gaze traveled up from your chest to your chin.

“You’re so fucking close, aren’t you?” he whispered.

“Yes,” you answered him, voice so needy and unrecognizable. “Yes, Matt, yes.”

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured.

His hand released your breast and slid down to lightly brush along your clit. Your mouth opened hesitantly, uncertainty rolling over you, but a soft moan escaped your lips instead of words. His fingers continued to fuck you, but their pace began to slow as he awaited your response. Licking your lips nervously, you attempted to find your voice and ignore the nerves fluttering in your stomach. But the fingers of his left hand began rubbing with a firmer pressure along your clit and it felt so good you'd soon forgotten he'd even said anything. You moaned out louder, eyes half-lidded as your hips began to mindlessly buck forward into his hand, nails clawing into his shoulder roughly; fuck you just needed him and you needed that goddamn release he’d been teasing you with for the past hour.

“It’s just you and me, sweetheart,” he whispered,  drawing you back. “No need to be nervous.”

Swallowing hard, your eyes opened and fell on Matt, nails still sunk into his broad, firm shoulders. His brows were pinched together, tongue slipping out to wet his lips as he focused solely on you. 

Shyly, you uttered, “I want you to fuck me." But the words almost sounded more like a question after you said them.

Before you, Matt grit his teeth and a moment later his two fingers thrust themselves deep inside of you, hitting just the right spot. You gasped at the impact, nails helplessly grasping at him in response.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he urged. “Don’t ask.”

Fueled by the way his fingers were making you feel as they slid almost entirely out of you before he thrust them forcefully into you a second time, you met his eyes. With all the burning need currently filling you, especially with your climax drawing nearer from the fingers he had vigorously working your clit, you firmly said, “Fuck me, Matthew.”

His lip curled back into something almost feral, a growl rumbling in his throat. His two fingers slid out of you instantly, both of his hands now landing on your hips. You cried out in sheer frustration at the abrupt loss of all pleasurable contact. You’d been so fucking close , and even though you wanted his cock, you were tired of being drawn so close to your climax to have it ripped away yet again. 

“Fucking hell, Matthew,” you ground out between clenched teeth.

He chuckled softly, guiding you by the hips as he shifted you around the shower to the opposite side of it. He spun you towards the wall and your brow rose before you felt one of his large palms splayed between your shoulder blades. With that same gentle force he had used not too long ago, he pushed you into the wall of the shower. Your hands immediately flew up to steady yourself against the tile as you felt him reposition your hips before him for a better angle.

When you turned your head over your right shoulder, you bit your lip at the sight you found. He had his cock in his right hand, stroking it slowly, your eyes drawn to the movement and remembering how much you'd enjoyed that wonderful appendage in your mouth last week before you'd last had sex. While you'd been distracted with the sight of his beautiful cock, his left hand had found its way to your ass, smoothly running an appreciative hand around the curve of one cheek and then the other, stroking himself the entire time, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. His sightless gaze slid up towards your face, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips before his hand drew back. He threw it forward into your ass with a sharp smack that echoed in the shower and you gasped, your cunt throbbing in further anticipation. One of Matt's dark brows rose curiously, his head tilting to the side.

"You like that," he mused, his voice husky. "I'll have to remember that for another time."

"Matt," you whined, body feeling like it was past being pushed to its limit waiting for him to fuck you. " Please ."

“In that case,” Matt mumbled.

He grabbed his cock, no longer languidly stroking it while appreciating whatever he was picking up from your body, and teased the tip of it along your soaked entrance. You hissed in anticipatory pleasure–he’d been teasing you too goddamn long tonight and now, finally that beautiful cock was going to fill you and fuck you and nothing else mattered.

He slipped only partially inside and you both made similar noises of pleasure and relief at the contact. You felt the familiar fullness of him stretching you; he wasn’t wrong, he always had to wait a moment for you to fit him each and every time. Gradually you felt him sink inside of you deeper and you bit down on your tongue, back arching as your fingers gripped uselessly along the tile. 

His hips rocked into you once and you moaned loud, eyes closing as your forehead dropped to the wet tile. Matt’s fingers tightened on your hips and you felt him slowly slide back before he thrust firmly forward into you again. Brows knitting together you grit your teeth, fingers attempting to grip the slick wall but there was nothing to grasp onto. You felt him slowly pull back again, your pulse quickening in anticipation.

“Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?” he asked.

You opened your mouth to answer, but his hips slammed back into you, his cock fully sheathed inside of you. A cry of pleasure filled the shower in answer to his question. As he slid back again, setting a steady pace with his hips as he fucked you, the front of his thick, muscular thighs slammed into the back of you with each thrust. One of his hands glided along your wet skin, making its way around your hips and down your stomach until his fingers found your clit. The oversensitive bud jolted at his touch and a string of curses fell out of your mouth. Bucking your hips backwards into him, you felt yourself climbing slowly back up to the edge of your long awaited climax. You heard the approving growl that rumbled out of him in response. 

“Take what you need, sweetheart,” he urged.

Continuing to match his pace with your own hips, you greedily fucked your hips back into his. Turning your head over your right shoulder, you looked back to see Matt behind you again. His brows were drawn together, eyes pinched tight and almost closed as a look of sheer bliss was spread on his face. His mouth was open, spilling out grunts and pants just behind you as he fucked you.

“Fuck,” you hissed at the sight.

Feeling your climax gradually returning to just within reach, you felt Matt’s hips begin to viciously increase their pace, thrusting himself even deeper inside of you. His left hand’s grip tightened almost bruisingly onto your hip while his right continued to rub deliciously along that sensitive bundle of nerves. You were so close to fucking losing it.

“Matt,” you moaned, eyes still focused on the sight of him behind you.

His face turned up towards yours, brows rising just slightly in an unasked question. Hips grinding fiercely back into him, more whimpers fell out of you. As if he knew exactly what you needed, he readjusted himself behind you, the new angle allowing his cock to hit you just right. You could feel your cunt tightening around him, gripping his cock; a deep hum vibrated in Matt’s throat as his thrusts became sloppy and unrestrained.

And then you felt yourself on that razor-edge of your climax and your mouth fell open, eyes closing. “Harder, Matt,” you whispered.

Eager to comply, he abruptly slammed your front fully into the tiled wall of the shower, his cock now pounding fiercely into you. The moan began to build low in your belly, but as his relentless pace carried on, it clawed its way up out of your throat, your head falling sharply backwards over your shoulders as you cried out Matt’s name loudly in the shower. Your body was shaking as you came hard on his cock, Matt moaning a beautiful noise you vowed to get him to make again as your cunt squeezed him in return. His hips somehow increased their movements, your ass slamming over and over into him behind you, drawing you through your orgasm until he finally came. He released inside of you, cock twitching as the warmth of him filled you. He groaned deep as he came; the low, gravelly sound filled with pleasure, one that drew goosebumps along your forearms despite the warm spray from the shower overhead.

When he finally stilled, the two of you stayed like that for a moment–both of you breathing hard, his cock still inside of you with his hands on your hips and you pressed firmly into the shower wall. You tried to steady your heart and catch your breath, your vision blurred and your head feeling abnormally light. Matt’s forehead fell to your back, resting between your shoulder blades as you heard him heaving rapidly as well. After a moment, you swore you could feel him smiling along your skin. Rolling your head off of the wall, you glanced back at him.

“What?” you breathed out.

His head shifted on your back, sightless eyes landing on your chin. “I told you you weren’t going to cum until I fucked you against the tile of my shower,” he said, amused.

You huffed out a laugh, rolling your eyes in response. “That was cruel,” you murmured. 

“Was it?” he asked, pulling a face that brought a smile to your own mouth. “You seemed to enjoy it.”

“Okay,” you relented, “you’re right, I did.”

He carefully slid his cock out from inside of you before gently turning you back around towards him. You steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders, your eyes not failing to catch sight of the red marks from your nails along his skin. You frowned, one hand lightly brushing along the marks.

“Shit, I'm sorry Matt, I didn’t mean to claw you like an animal,” you apologized, wincing.

Matt smirked, one of his hands covering yours. “I really didn’t mind,” he told you. “I’ve certainly endured worse. And it was…kind of hot coming from someone who’s always so timid.”

Blushing, you glanced away from him. Instantly his hand cupped your cheek, drawing your attention back towards him.

“Hey,” he murmured, “don’t go hiding from me. I enjoyed all of that. And it seemed like you did, too.”

“Yeah,” you whispered.

Smiling, he pulled you towards him and wrapped his arms around you. You easily slipped your arms around him, happily returning the embrace.

“For the record,” Matt teased, “I was getting nervous you were actually going to have a heart attack on me with how fast your heart was hammering right before you came.”

You snorted out a laugh, burying your face in his shoulder. “Stop it,” you replied.

“No, really,” he continued, laughter in his tone. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone’s heart beat that fast before. You might’ve set a world record.”

Laughter rolled out of you, your face still buried into his shoulder. His body was shaking with laughter alongside yours, the two of you quickly falling into hysterics together under the spray of the shower. 

And as tears drew at the corner of your eyes, glancing up at Matt’s carefree face, his laughter enveloping you, you felt those little three words sitting there on the tip of your tongue once again.

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Welcome to Oblivion--Ch. 41

Chapter 41

            “I still hate this,” I said as I walked down the stairs toward the cage in the center of the gym. “Why do I keep doing this?”

            Roman tugged me a little closer to his side and kissed the top of my head. “Because you love him,” he replied. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “And you secretly like the blood.”

            “Don’t you dare,” I hissed, punching him in the ribs lightly. “You know I freak out every time he gets out of that cage.”

            “When was the last time he lost?” Seth asked from just behind us. It had been a week or so since we’d kissed and were still figuring out how we would manage our relationship. In public and in private. It seemed that we were going to take our time to find our groove and our place in this.

            Roman chuckled and looked over his shoulder. “He hasn’t lost since baby girl here started coming.”

            Heat rushed into my face. I reached up to tuck my hair behind my ear as my heart skipped a beat. “There was that one against… what’s his face…”

            “He didn’t lose that one, Addy,” he teased. “Almost, but he beat the count. Knocked Jones’ teeth down his throat afterward. Literally.”

            Seth led the way down the line of chairs toward our usual seats. We’d been to so many fights that they were practically reserved. “You’re his good luck charm.”

            “I wish I wasn’t,” I murmured. “I hate seeing him bloodied and bruised.”

            Before any of us could say another word, music blared through the room. My chest constricted as my heart pounded against my ribs. I knew that Dean’s fight would be later in the evening, but I still couldn’t get my anxiety under control. I bounced my leg and rubbed my palms back and forth on my jeans. My palms were sweaty. For a moment, I thought I was going to be sick.

            “Why didn’t you let me bring my bag?” I grumbled at Seth after the third fight. I’d wanted to bring my backpack to get some reading done before Dean was up. Anything to distract myself from the worry that something would happen.

            Seth reached out and curled his fingers around mine. He squeezed my hand and brought it up to his lips. His lips were soft against my knuckles. “Because you’re going to be fine.”

            Looking up into his chocolate eyes, I thought for a moment that he was right. For that brief second, my heart settled into a normal rhythm and my agitated movements slowed.

            Then they called Dean’s fight.

            I gulped hard against the bile threatening to climb up my throat. This was the moment that I dreaded the most. Watching him come into that cage with his fists taped up, his face clear of scrapes, scratches, bruises, and blood. Knowing exactly what was going to happen in the next few minutes was enough to send adrenaline rushing through my veins. I wanted to run, to get as far away as possible. I wanted to slap him with the hope of knocking some sense into him because talking just didn’t seem to work.

            Dean appeared from the locker room in his jeans and boots. I couldn’t understand how he could fight in them, or why they allowed him to, but he insisted. At the door to the cage, he toed off his boots and pushed them aside. Barefoot, he walked forward as he rocked his shoulders back and forth. The muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed beneath his skin. He looked toward us, cornflower eyes landing on me. A faint smile curled the corners of his mouth.

            Then his gaze drifted, and his smile faded. His lips twisted into a snarl as he slammed the cage door behind him.

            “Something’s pissed him off,” Seth said, leaning toward me. “Was he like that earlier?”

            I looked toward Dean and then back at Seth. “No. He was… grumpy. Not this.”

            “Fuck.” Roman’s voice drew my attention. I turned to him, a question on my lips as I followed the line of his gaze.

            Dean stood on the far side of the cage, brows drawn together and jaw set. My stomach turned upside down at the rage in his eyes.

            The bell rang and he launched himself at his opponent, right arm already cocked back. The moment he was within reach, Dean threw his body into the punch. It landed square on the other guy’s jaw, knocking his head sideways. He stumbled backward, and Dean followed, pressing him back toward the wall of the cage. Dean beat into his opponent, throwing a series of elbows against the side of his head and jabs into his kidneys.

            He backed up, putting space between them. He pivoted on his back foot and let go a kick against the other guy’s ribs. His opponent blocked the kick and swept his other leg out from under him. Dean landed hard on his back, his head bouncing against the mat. I screamed and nearly jumped out of my seat. The sound must have gotten Dean’s attention as he turned his head toward me. His blue eyes were unfocused for a moment before the rage returned to his face and he rolled back onto his shoulders. In the blink of an eye, he had pushed off with his shoulders and hands to kip up to his feet again.

            Dean took a deep breath, cracked his neck on each side, and then curled his fingers in a bring it on gesture. I felt sick watching his opponent run at him, throwing elbows against Dean’s jaw. He followed up with a series of body shots that looked like they knocked the wind out of him. A deep red mark started to bloom over Dean’s left kidney and another along his ribs.

            My stomach clenched. I gagged. I wanted to run.

            Blood oozed from a split in Dean’s lip from one of the elbow shots. He wiped his mouth with his hand, crimson streaking against the white tape. I saw him glance down at it, almost as if he were fascinated at the sight. The distraction was enough for his opponent to throw a cross that rocked Dean’s head up and to the side.

            “Dean!” I screamed and lunged toward the cage. My fingers laced through the steel wiring. I couldn’t stop myself, even though I knew that he didn’t need any other distractions. A pair of arms wrapped around my waist and dragged me backward, practically ripping my fingers from their hold on the cage. I kicked and fought. “Let me go!”

            The arms tightened and tried to turn me around. “Addy. Addy, calm down.” Seth’s voice whispered firmly in my ear. “Relax.”

            “He’s hurt. Dean’s hurt,” I whimpered, clawing at Seth’s hoodie covered forearms. “Let me go. He’s hurt!”

            “If you don’t calm down, we’re taking you out of here,” he threatened softly. “You’re going to get him knocked out running at the cage like that. Relax, sweets.”

            Adrenaline rushed through every cell in my body. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to run. I wanted to break into the cage to get him out. Even though the rational part of my brain knew that Seth was right, I couldn’t get past the sight of Dean so bloodied and beat up. It hadn’t ever been like this before.

            The sound of the bell reverberated through my bones. It sucked the air out of my lungs and the fight from my limbs. I sank back against Seth, grey edging the sides of my vision. I gasped for breath as tears rushed down my cheeks. There was no looking away from Dean as he stood on the other side of the cage. Red marks were already darkening into deep purple bruises. There was a gash on his jaw and another on his cheekbone, both oozing blood as his chest rose and fell as he panted.

            Our eyes met. For a moment, I thought I saw Dean’s blue eyes soften behind the obvious pain that clearly ran through his body. He looked back at me. Yearning lanced along my nerves. I just wanted to be where he was. He blinked and glanced away. My heart fell into my stomach as he squared up for the next round. Rage colored his features as the bell rang once again, launching him toward his opponent.

            I turned in Seth’s arms and hid my face against his shoulder. “I can’t watch anymore.”

            “Come on,” he said soothingly. “We’ll go out to the truck for a minute. Get some fresh air. It might help, sweets.”

            It was so hard to turn my back on the cage with Dean still inside. Since that very first time, I hadn’t missed one of Dean’s fights. I’d done everything it took to get there, to see him before he walked up those steps and after he ripped off the tape in the locker room. But now I couldn’t bear to watch. I couldn’t bear to listen, even though the sound of fists on flesh echoed against the rafters. My mind’s eye conjured up the worst possible images as Seth led me toward the exits.

            The moment we got outside, I doubled over retching and gagging. Seth rubbed the middle of my back even as he held my hair back with the other. The world spun around me. I couldn’t explain why I felt this way. Why, after all the fights I’d been to and how I’d actually started to enjoy them, I couldn’t bear to watch this time.

            “Deep breaths, Addy,” Seth murmured. “You’re good. Deep breaths.”

            I reached up and wrapped my fingers around his wrist. “I can’t—”

            He shushed me gently. “It’s okay. It’s okay. Deep breaths, sweets.”

            Muffled noise erupted from the gym. I could just make out the sound of cheering and the loud dinging of the bell that indicated a fight was over. I practically collapsed onto the sidewalk when I realized what it meant.

            “Stay here, just a second. I’m gonna go see what happened.” Seth squeezed my fingers before he went back inside. A few minutes later, he reemerged with Roman in tow. “He won.”

            Momentary relief flooded my veins. But Seth’s next words opened the floodgates of worry once again. “He looks like he got run over by a Mack truck. But he won.”

            Roman sank into a crouch next to me. “He’s okay, Addy. Dean’s good.”

            “Comparatively,” Seth interjected. “Phil’s gonna need six weeks in the hospital and some massive rehab. Dean just broke at least twelve bones in that guy’s body.”

            “Seth?”

            “Yeah?”

            “Shut up. You’re not helping.” Roman gripped me by the elbows and pulled me gently to my feet. Everything went grey and hazy as the blood rushed from my head to my feet. If it weren’t for Roman, I would have fallen right back down onto the concrete. “Dean’s fine. He’s a big boy and can take care of himself.”

            “I… I-I need to see him,” I whimpered. Before either of them could say a word, I ran toward the doors. My feet carried me away from the gym and down the hallway to the locker rooms. I pounded on the door with the flat of my hand, screaming his name at the top of my lungs.

            After a few moments, the door yanked inward. “What?!”

            My eyes lifted, taking in each inch of Dean and cataloguing his injuries. There was a rip in the front of his jeans that revealed a raised red welt along his thigh. His torso was crisscrossed with bruises that were already turning purple. The one over his right kidney ran from the base of his ribs all the way down to his hipbone. Another spread down his breastbone, and I swore that it was the size and shape of someone’s foot. His knuckles were busted and bloody. He had a split chin, busted lip, a gash on his jaw and cheekbone, what looked like a black eye, and another cut through his left eyebrow.

            Tears filled my eyes, spilling down over my cheeks and dripping onto my shirt. His face blurred, but not before I saw the angry disconnection in his gaze. I reached my fingertips toward his chest. He took a step back.

            “Are you okay?” I brushed at the tears and tried to take a deep breath. My clearing vision brought his injuries back into sharp focus.

            Dean crossed his arms over his chest, showing off a few other welts on his forearms and biceps. “I’m fine. You can go now. I’m sure they’re waiting.”

            I felt myself recoil just as if he’d shoved me. “What…?”

            He leaned his shoulder against the door, wincing as it put pressure on the bruise along his side. “Go back to the apartment or the dorm. I’m good. It’s about time you and Seth had a little alone time, isn’t it? That’s your timeline, right? Don’t let me get in the way.”

            Before I could say a word, Dean backed away and slammed the door in my face.

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pairings ᯓ idol!san x boxer! fem!reader

genre ᯓ soulmate au, one-shot

synopsis ᯓ tied by emotions and injuries, you and your soulmate have been through quite a roller coaster - especially when he can feel each and every punch you receive.

c.w ᯓ SLIGHTLYY angsty but it does have hella fluff. also this is during the BOUNCY era!

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author’s note: sorry for the kinda late upload! took me a while to write this.. also ignore the weird ass timeline, this story is definitely not really true to the actual irl events

not proofread!

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you’ve always known that boxing was your calling. the thrill of getting in the ring, the sounds of gloves hitting the bag - the adrenaline that you got from the sport was.. addictive.

from the moment you stepped into the gym, you were hooked. while you weren’t that good at first, you continued to work day and night, training and perfecting your technique.

fortunately enough, you managed to climb the ranks. you became a pretty big name in the boxing world. people loved watching your matches, not just calling you a boxer, but an entertainer.

san, on the other hand, experienced your matches in a different way.

for years, san had been dealing with the sensation of getting punched in the face, or if it wasn’t that, his fists were the ones feeling the damage. not only that, he was completely oblivious to you and your job.

the both of you found out about your soulmarks early in life. frankly, it was pretty obvious. you started to feel emotions that weren’t your own and had sudden bursts of pain that came without warning. when your parents brought you to various specialists, all their answers were the same - it was a soulmark.

while san felt happy that he had an easy-to-spot soulmark, he couldn’t help but feel.. annoyed.

he often found himself wincing during rehearsals, clutching his sides as phantom pains shot through his body. san had been reasonably concerned and confused when the punches first started. there would be days when mysterious bruises would appear out of nowhere or where he would feel the sudden urge to dodge an unseen pinch flying towards him.

this led to san wondering - what were you doing? why were you getting into fights so often? were you a criminal? or could it be martial arts?

san eventually came to the conclusion that you were in some form of combat sport. after all, the punches that you received seemed controlled, and the bruises that you got were repetitive.

“again?” san would mutter under his breath, rubbing his sore ribs. this would happen almost every day, each time feeling as though it was happening to you for the first time.

though, sometimes, he would roll his eyes, somewhat amused, as if he was speaking to someone directly. “really? you couldn’t dodge that one?” he said, shaking his head with a smile.

as time passed, san found himself growing more attached to you. though he didn’t know who you were, he felt your emotions. he felt the anxiety you felt before every match and the rush of victory you experienced after a successful fight. he became oddly protective of you, even if he didn’t know why.

unfortunately, everything changed when you trained for an upcoming championship match. you were having a pretty intense training session, pushing yourself harder than before. as you landed a powerful punch on the punch bag, you felt a sharp pain shooting through your hand, making you drop to your knees.

“shit- what did i just do..?” you mumbled to yourself, staring at your twisted hand in shock. the pain was unbearable and overwhelming, throbbing in waves and spreading up your arm. the realisation hit you - something was wrong. not only for you, but your soulmate.

at the very moment, san felt the pain explode in his own hand. he was in the middle of rehearsal, practicing the choreography for ATEEZ’s new comeback. the sudden pain caught him off guard, making him shout in surprise.

“woah, what happened?” hongjoong rushed over immediately, his face laced with concern.

“i don’t know, hyung-“ san winced, his hand shaking. “my hand feels like its broken.. i- i can barely move it.” the other members gathered around him, completely stopping their rehearsal.

“san, that looks pretty bad. do we need to get you to the hospital?” seonghwa asked, kneeling beside him.

san shook his head, trying to catch his breath. “i think i’m fine.. just give me a moment.”

he was far from fine. the pain felt too real, too intense. you must have really injured yourself - badly. his mind started to race with worry. what happened? why did this feel 10x more painful than anything he’s ever felt? and most importantly, were you okay?

“come on san, we should at least get it checked,” wooyoung insisted, helping him to his feet.

meanwhile, you rushed to the hospital, cradling your injured hand. the both of you were left with the same diagnosis - a broken hand.

for you, it was devastating news. boxing was your life, your soul. putting in on pause meant that your whole life was on pause. the injury meant months of recovery and falling behind in the sport you love.

you also felt extremely guilty. not only did you cause yourself pain, your soulmate was definitely experiencing the consequences of your actions.

“great,” you sighed, running your fingers through your hair. “i just injured two people.”

despite your friends and trainers trying their best to support you, you couldn’t shake off the sadness you felt. what you hated though, was the fact that your soulmate could feel the range of emotions your were experiencing.

“why am i so careless,” you thought to yourself as you lay in your bed. “he must think i’m a mess.”

while he didn’t think you were a mess, san was struggling with the new injury. with the new comeback approaching, he needed to change the way he danced, finding ways to work around his broken hand.

sure, it was a inconvenience, but all san could think about was you. during this period of time, he constantly felt waves of sadness crashing over him. san could feel how guilty and depressed you were over your hand. the only thing that made it worse was that san could do nothing to help you.

san desperately wanted to reassure you, tell you that he’s fine and that you shouldn’t worry about him. but since neither of you knew one another, all he could do was imagine what he would say if he could reach you.

“whoever you are,” he whispered to himself. “don’t be too hard on yourself. we’re in this together.”

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a few months go by and you eventually recover from your injury. you started to slowly ease back into boxing again, regaining the spark that you temporarily lost in your life.

KQ soon decided to postpone the comeback to a further date, wanting san to have a speedy recovery. the pain eventually subsided, allowing ATEEZ to continue with their promotional activities for the comeback.

with the group entering the ‘BOUNCY’ era, KQ wanted san and wooyoung to watch some boxing matches to try and get a realistic shot for their music video.

the two men sat at their dorm’s living room couch, scrolling through the different videos on their tv.

“which one should we watch..” wooyoung said, clicking the remote controller. “ooh.. how about this one? it’s live streaming right now.”

san shrugged, not really caring on what’s on the screen. his mind was elsewhere, thinking about the recent preparations for the comeback. he was about to reach for his phone when he suddenly heard the commentator’s voice booming through the tv speakers.

“and now, stepping into the ring, the undefeated boxer making her much awaited comeback after a hiatus - ‘____’!”

san froze mid-reach, but it wasn’t your name that caught his attention - it was the sudden surge of energy and adrenaline coursing through his veins. it was a familiar feeling that he felt all those times whenever you were in the ring.

wooyoung noticed san’s focus on the screen, giving him a look. “hey, you okay?”

san nodded, his eyes glued to the tv as he watched you step into ring. “yeah, i’m fine. i just feel like i should watch this match.”

you stood in the center of the ring, hearing the crowd cheering your name. it felt surreal to be back, reclaiming your place in the boxing world.

when the match began, you moved with precision, every punch given with the techniques that made you a popular boxer in the first place. the first few rounds were intense, with neither you or your opponent giving in. you wanted to show the world and your soulmate that you were no longer held back by your injury.

as san watched the match unfold, he felt every jab, every dodge, every emotion that you were feeling. it was as if he was in the ring with you, experiencing the fight through your eyes.

and then it happened - the moment that confirmed san’s questions. you landed a strong uppercut on your opponent, making her fall back. the crowd erupted with applause and san felt an immense pride that wasn’t his own.

he realised then, that you were his soulmate.

san took a deep breath, facing wooyoung in surprise. “i think.. i just found my soulmate.”

wooyoung’s eyes widened. “what? you mean-“

“yeah,” san said, leaning back into the couch. “it’s her. i can feel it. i’ve been feeling it the whole time.”

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the fight ended with your victory, with various sponsors and offers reaching out to you afterwards. while you appreciated it, you felt that maybe it was a good idea to take a few breaks from boxing every now and then.

one day, your manager told you about an interesting offer. a company called ‘KQ Entertainment’ reached out to you, wanting you to help choreograph a fight scene for their music video.

“why me?” you asked, genuinely curious. “i’m a boxer, not a choreographer.”

your manager shrugged, a smile appearing on her lips. “they mentioned wanting authenticity and your name came up. they said that the scene could benefit from your expertise.”

you paused, taking in the proposal. the idea of working with a k-pop group intrigued you. it was something different from your normal routine. a break from boxing didn’t mean that you had to step away from it completely. you finally made up your mind, accepting the deal.

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“wait, what?” san exclaimed, getting up from his chair.

“yeah, your soulmate’s going to teach us some boxing moves,” hongjoong said with a grin.

san began panicking, not expecting to meet you so soon. he didn’t expect his company to reach out to professional boxers, let alone you, to help choreograph the scene. he eventually calmed himself down, preparing himself on what to do when he finally meets you.

the day of meeting ATEEZ arrived and you found yourself entering the lively building. you were introduced to the staff and the directors, who eventually led you to the studio where ATEEZ were. while you have heard of them before, you didn’t know what to expect, feeling slightly nervous.

the both of you started to feel anxious, both just from your own emotions, but from each others. when you entered the studio, san couldn’t even believe that you were real.

as more introductions went around, one of the members caught your eye.

“hi, i’m san,” he chuckled nervously, extending his hand.

the moment you shook his hand, you felt an intense wave of emotions that wasn’t yours. it was as if the world paused for a moment, allowing the two of you feel each other’s feelings.

san, too, seemed taken aback. his eyes widened slightly as his hand started to shiver in shock.

“it’s nice to meet you,” you managed to say, trying to keep your composure. after all, you didn’t want to seem unprofessional in front of celebrities.

“likewise..” san muttered, his grip lingering longer than necessary. “i’m really looking forward to working with you.”

“booo just kiss already,” wooyoung shouted playfully.

you raised an eyebrow, looking between san and wooyoung.

“sorry about that, he loves to make things awkward,” san said, turning to you with an nervous smile.

the both of you stared at each other for a moment, unable to take your eyes off each other. there was something about him that made it difficult for you to look away.

you laughed, ignoring the blush rising up your cheeks. “it’s all good.”

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the rehearsal for the scene went by quickly, with san and the other ATEEZ members eager to learn the different moves.

“san, try to keep your guard up here,” you instructed, demonstrating the move. when you reached over to adjust his arms, you felt the same wave of emotion crashing down on you once again. was this a coincidence?

you eventually let them do their own thing, wanting them to try out the moves without guidance. yet, there was still something at the back of your mind - the weird feeling between you and san. it was unlike anything you’ve felt, almost as if it was.. meant to be.

as you started to think about the implications, you thought of an idea. sure, it was a little silly, but it would confirm your suspicions of san being your soulmate.

you decided to bite your tongue, slightly harder than needed, seeing if you could get a reaction out of san. as expected, he yelled out an ‘ow!’, looking at you briefly before quickly returning back to practicing.

that was it - he was your soulmate.

you waited for the rehearsal to be over, walking over to where san was. he turned as you approached, his eyes lighting up with an excitement that made your heart skip a beat.

“hey-“ “hi-“ you both said at the same time, sharing a small laugh.

“thanks for helping us today, we really appreciate it,” san smiled.

“of course, no problem,” you said nervously, trying to cover the flustered state you were in. no matter what though, san definitely knew how you felt in that moment.

you took a deep breath, gathering the courage to speak. “can we talk..?”

san’s eyes softened, looking around for places to talk at. “absolutely, let’s go somewhere quieter.”

he led you to a quiet corner of the studio, away from the hectic noises of the building. san leaned against the wall, his eyebrows furrowing as he thought about the right words. “i think i know what you’re going to say,” he began. “you felt that earlier too right? that whole emotions thing?”

“yeah..” you nodded. “are you thinking what i’m thinking..?”

san smiled, his gaze holding yours. “i think we’re soulmates.”

hearing him say those words filled you with joy you didn’t expect to have. it was one thing to suspect him of being your soulmate, but it was another thing to have him actually confirm it.

“i’ve known for a while,” san admitted, scratching his head. “but i didn’t say anything at first, i didn’t want to scare you away.”

“well, i’m glad you told me,” you chuckled.

his smile grew, “and i’m glad you understand.”

standing there, you felt a peace wash over you. the bond you shared was no longer an unspoken part of your lives, but a truth.

“so what happens now?” you asked.

“i’d like to get to know you better,” he replied, leaning closer to you.

his words were sincere, making you feel flattered that someone like him wanted to know you, or even spend time with you.

“i’d like that too,” you said, a smile spreading on your face.

san leaned even closer to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “i think we have a lot to learn about each other..” he said trailing off.

“mhm,” you agreed, grabbing the collar of his shirt. you pulled him in for a gentle kiss, which he gladly reciprocated more fiercely. the both of you could feel each other’s emotions, even the sounds of your heart beating.

the both of you pulled away, laughing, feeling weak and giddy from the kiss. “we’re going to have so much fun together,” he smiled, whispering it into your ear.

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⋯ SUMMARY ; matt takes it upon himself to teach you how to box ; you have some... unethical methods of winning up your sleeve

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader,smut [ sexual innuendos, guiding, cowgirl position, unprotected sex -- no glove, no love ] + mature language 

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matt pushed the door to fogwell’s open, holding it open to allow you to step through the threshold and into the old space. coming around beside you as you dropped your bag to the bench and started to pull off your winter gear.

the snow had been relatively bad lately, surprisingly early for the area of hell’s kitchen. yet, regardless of weather, matt was still making the trek out to the gym for his training sessions. you always offered to join him -- a mix of worry as he tended to get himself into trouble and you enjoyed getting to watch him in action.

matt wraps his hands, stepping up and into the ring to start his circuit when he looks over at you, “why don’t you come up here with me?” he calls from the ring with a smile. you slightly surprised by his offer, not seeing how it would benefit you. previous times you had accompanied matt to the boxing arena, you had wondered off to do your own thing, having found enough equipment laying around to complete some of your regular workouts.

“come on, you come here with me all the time and go to do your own thing. let me show you how to box for a change.” you snort, climbing up and on to the boxing platform, “you want to teach me how to box?” he nods enthusiastically, stepping over to the ropes that surrounded the ring and separating the ropes enough for you to slip under and join him.

“are your hands wrapped?” he questions, head tilting in curiosity as you respond, “yes, they are.” he nods, turning to step in line with you, “good, now i’m gonna show you some basic movements and you try to follow them.”

“how will you know if i’m doing them right?” he pauses for a moment, gesturing toward his ear, “i can hear how a punch moves through the air.” the response causes you to snort, almost falling into a fit of laughter, “if you can hear how a punch goes through the air, then how is it i keep having to patch your ass up almost every night?” you tease, causing him to chuckle as he shrugs his shoulders, “i don’t have an answer for that... anyways, lets just get started. unless you want to keep taking verbal jabs at me.”

he walks you through the basic movements, correcting your form whenever something sounds off and lets you try again. eventually, complimenting you and feeling a sense pride wash over him as you complete a circuit of air throws. 

you work for over an hour, building a sweat as matt couches you from the side, mirroring each of your movements with adding perfection before stepping over to adjust your stance. he steps back after you’ve bent over, breathing heavy and deep from your chest as you wipe the sweat from your forehead, “how was it?” he asks gently, handing you a water bottle as to all but crumble to the floor.

“hell. i don’t see how you do that every day.” you grumble against the cold floor, a stark contrast to how warm you’re running after the unexpectedly intense workout matt had put you through. he shrugs his shoulders with a soft smile,“oh, but i usually have someone throwing punches at me. this is a little different.” 

you pull yourself up to your feet, standing just a few paces in front of him as you reach out, “show me how?” he hesitates a few moments, not wanting to hurt you in anyway considering the differing level of experience between the two of you. he outs his mouth to state so, narrowly avoiding a quick jab of your hand near his side, blocking it before you could get any further, “really?” he questions with slight offense, which doesn’t last long as you throw another series of moves his direction, watching as he blocks each one with precision and grace.

it continues for a while, matt throwing in a few jabs himself to see how you react. chest swelling with pride when he catches you mimicking his movements from before. he takes it easy on you, not wanting to hurt you to throw something too advanced in your direction.

until he knocks you from your feet, wincing as you land quite roughly on your back. he’s immediately kneeling down to your side with apologetic eyes, “i’m sorry sweetheart, i didn’t mean to be so hard on you - oof!” you roll him over onto his back just as he lowers his guard, your legs straddling his hips as hands pressing into his chest, “sorry, babe. but i thought you would have known of that trick by now.”

he chuckles to himself, not ready to let you know that he sensed what you were getting ready to do and simply let you, "i’m only not rolling you back over due to the slight wheeze in your right lung.” your face scrunches up in confusion, taking a deep breath to find the very faint sound of wheezing, “there it is. why don’t we take a break?” he suggests, hands moving to your hips to slide you off his lap.

you push back against him with a little defiance, “i’m quite comfortable where i am. it’s not often i get to be in this position.” the words were innocent enough -- meaning you hadn’t been able to pin matt to the floor for the past hour as he kept winning. however, the words lit a fire in matt’s mind, and thought back to the pleasurable rounds of intimacy you had over the past week, and it was safe to say, you were right.

“i agree, it’s not often you are on top.” he observes, smiling softly as he hears the sound of blood rushing to your cheeks and the way your heart speeds up in the slightest. he tilts his head, hands rubbing gentle circles at your hip bones before he’s ever so slightly rolling his hips up to brush his building erection against your core.

the action throws you off guard, a needy moan leaving your lips has you feeling embarrassed as you attempt to scramble off his lap. yet, his hands hold you in place, “was this what you planning on? getting me into this position so you could be on top?” he teases from his position under you, jutting his hips up to brush against yours. this time more deliberate in his actions and actively grinding you down against his cock.

you moan out, hands bracing against matt’s chest as your hips move on their own accord. the bruising grip on your hips just pressing you down further. your clit catches the seam of your leggings, sending you into a mewling fit as matt’s hands guide your to rut against him faster. then, there’s a pause, before a silent agreement is made and then a slight rush as you quickly slide off matt’s lap, kicking off your gym shoes and the leggings and panties you had on. matt’s sweatpants pulled down far enough to free his throbbing cock.

you settle back atop him, hand wrapping around his length to jerk him a few times before hands steadily guide you to hover over his cock. holding you in place until the head catches your entrance before slowly guiding you down until your fully seated and flush against his pelvis. a shared, broken moan fills the gym as your hands rest back against matt’s chest. a deep breath as you adjust to him, hips rolling experimentally as you stretch around his cock.

matt waits for you to move, letting you set the pace before his hands come to rest at your hips to help guide. the pace is slow, hips rolling as his cock drags along your walls, taking time as your clit brushes against his naval.

sucking in a breath when you squeeze him, nails biting into the flesh at your hips in efforts to keep himself from taking over -- after all, you won this fair a square. yet, it doesn’t stop him from jutting his hips up to meet yours, slightly throwing you off rhythm. you raise a brow his in direction -- not that he can see.

“come on, angel. i know how bad you want to come. so, why are you drawing it out?” he purrs from the floor, gulping down his words with a light curse as you tightly squeeze him again. you decide in that moment to take pity on him, rolling your hips with a little more speed, matt’s hips thrusting up to meet your hips, driving himself deeper into you.

you whimper, chin dropping down against your chest as instinct takes over, hips moving on their own accord just chasing after the high building in the pit of your stomach. matt groans below, hips sputtering as he feels you tighten around him, squeezing him like a vice before he’s spilling in you with a low moan, feeling your own orgasm wash over the two of you as he strokes himself a few more times to empty himself fully.

your arms give out, slumping against matt’s chest with a grunt. knees hurting and thighs straining from the position. hands glide along your back, coaxing you back to a normal breath before caressing your face, “that was quite the workout.” you mutter against his shoulder, earning a deep chuckle from the man below you.

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pairing: tsukishima kei x f!reader wc; 2.2k tags; fluff, coworkers to lovers? a/n: quick fic for my bby lol happy birthday tsukki <33

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Tsukishima Kei was tired.

Stepping out into the cold, autumn evening, he rubs his hands together in an attempt to warm his frozen fingers. He thinks the blister he feels forming on his pinky toe was a sign for him to get a new pair of shoes, and this fact was solidified by the ache in his arch with each step he took towards the bus stop.

The day had been longer than most. Maybe if he hadn’t let his brother drag him to the gym and play pick-up games last night, then perhaps his body wouldn’t have felt so sore this morning. And if his body hadn’t been so sore in the morning, then he might have had the energy to grab coffee before work, possibly even pack himself a quick lunch. His mood would have presumably been at least mildly better throughout the day, and he had no doubt that he would have been able to continue on with his work swiftly, and efficiently.

But Tsukishima had learned at a young age that things don’t always work out for him the way he wants them to.

He wasn’t trying to be rude when you came to ask him about his tour schedule, but did you have to burst through his office door so loudly? He felt bad for 2.3 seconds as he watched your smile slowly melt into a frown, but he was way too irked when you rolled your eyes at him when he asked you to knock.

And it wasn’t his fault that he bought the last tuna onigiri from the food stand outside the museum. He forgot to pack lunch, and he was hungry, too. He probably shouldn’t have unwrapped and eaten it right in front of your face, but he doesn’t appreciate getting dirty looks for ordering a meal.

You’re newer to the museum, he knows that. As someone with seniority, he should be a little more helpful, and he could probably work on improving his sociability just a tiny bit, but his patience could only run so thin. It’s not like you ever listened to him anyway.

Should he have told you to figure out the volunteer’s schedule on your own because ‘even a monkey with a banana could do it on their own’? Okay, maybe not.

But did you have to snap at him to ‘keep the stick up his own ass and leave yours alone’ when he warned your tours took too long, and you’d end up leaving late? No, and that’s the last time Tsukishima will ever try to offer advice to a newbie.

Tsukishima sighed. He was tired.

His stomach growled out loud as he pressed the button for the crosswalk, slowly moving to rub his palm along his belly. He’s wondering if he has anything he could make at his apartment. When an image of a rotting bunch of scallions and moldy tomatoes dying in his refrigerator drawer comes to mind, he thinks he’s probably better off grabbing a bento from the convenience store down the street.

The light switches from red to green, and just before Tsukishima steps down from the curb, he feels an arm delicately wrap around his own.

“Hey, babe,” a familiar, annoyingly cheery voice greets him, and he has to stop himself from grimacing when he looks down and his eyes meet yours.

Tsukishima doesn’t think you’ve ever touched him once — not in the last six months since you’ve become his coworker. He had bowed when you were first introduced, and Tsukishima had never been one to hand out hugs or high fives.

He attributes the deep blush that spread across his cheeks to this fact, and not to the feeling of your chest pressed tightly against his side.

“What the —“

“You almost left without me,” you pouted, and Tsukishima nearly tripped over his feet when you swing your body around to switch positions with him, “You’re so silly!”

“Uh,” Tsukishima stammers at the situation at hand, but he stills when he feels your grip tighten painfully around his bicep, and your eyes narrow and widen.

From behind your shoulder, Tsukishima sees it.

The streets were not too crowded, but they weren’t empty. From both sides of the sidewalk, Tsukishima watched as people silently walked past each other in a valiant effort to get home.

This was why Tsukishima almost didn’t notice the man standing beside the lamp post just fifteen feet back, his face half covered by a mask, hoodie pulled all the way over his head with the bill of a black hat just peeking out.

Tsukishima’s blood ran cold when he realized the man is watching you clutch onto him, and Tsukishima does not react when he can feel your nails dig through the material of his sweater.

A look of panic briefly flashes in your eyes when Tsukishima places his hand on top of yours and gently pulls your grip off his sleeve.

“You’re going to ruin my sweater,” Tsukishima mumbles as he drags his hand down the length of your arm and intertwines his fingers with yours. Your mouth drops open in shock when he gives your hand a tight squeeze, “Sweetie.”

He doesn’t wait for you to regain your composure before he drags you across the street. As soon as Tsukishima’s foot lands on the other curb, he glances back at the direction from which you came.

The capped-man was now slowly walking forward, reaching the crosswalk just as the light turned red once more.

Tsukishima quickened his pace down the silent sidewalk, globes of orange light shining down each lamp post you walked past. You said nothing of the sweat that accumulated between both of your nervous palms, still gripping onto Tsukishima’s hand tightly. The size of it nearly engulfs your own, and your hold on him was the only thing allowing you to somewhat keep up with the pace of his strides.

“My bus stop is right over there,” you mumble quietly, and Tsukishima silently thanked the gods you were going the same direction.

He could feel your fingers trembling against his, and Tsukishima gives you a light squeeze.

He wasn’t sure what to do. He was never one to comfort another, and he had never really been in a situation before. But something akin to an ember of rage had been stoked within him as soon as he saw some strange man’s greedy little eyes stuck on you.

The bus arrived just five minutes later, and Tsukishima stayed close behind as you climbed inside. You were lucky enough to find two vacant seats, and you slid into the one beside the window. Tsukishima occupies the aisle seat, stretching his legs out slightly as he watches the stream of people entering and leaving the bus.

It was after an old woman carrying groceries clambered into a seat behind the bus driver did Tsukishima notice him.

He sat by the very front while the two of you occupied seats in the back. A pair of sunglasses now completely masked all of his features, but Tsukishima didn’t need to see his eyes to know who they were trained on.

When you look up at him, dazed and slightly terrified, he gives you a tight-lipped smile. He lets go of your hand, and his heart breaks a little when he sees your eyes dart around in panic. Wordlessly, he reaches over and wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close into his side.

You had always been so hot-headed — loud, and passionate, and animated about everything that you do. Tsukishima had known you were trouble from the moment you rearranged one of his displays without even thinking about consulting him, and you had honestly been a headache ever since. You challenged him at every turn, corrected him when he didn’t ask for it, and it was obvious to Tsukishima that you were much too big for him to handle.

But at the moment, feeling so small as you trembled tucked beneath his arm, Tsukishima could only think that he never wanted to see you like this ever again.

His heart crumbles a little when you rest your head against his shoulder.

“So,” Tsukishima’s voice vibrated against your cheek, “The tours ran a bit too long today, didn’t they?”

Tsukishima bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing when you turn your head to face him, an incredulous expression decorating your features.

“Is now really an appropriate time for an ‘I told you so’,” You hissed, “You never miss a chance, do you?”

Now, a smug smile has fully settled onto his lips, “Never have, never will.”

You land a punch on Tsukishima’s wide open ribs, and he flinches to the side with a slight ‘oof’. But he tightens his arm around you even more. Swirls of pine and citrus began to calm your nerves, and it took you too long to realize you were inhaling Tsukishima’s cologne. He smelled as clean as he looked, and even after a full day of work, not a single hair of his was out of place.

Your stop was four after Tsukishima’s. He carried your bag from your shoulders as you climbed out of your seat. He stepped aside to allow you to lead the way, but Tsukishima’s chest was nearly pressed against your back with how closely he followed behind.

You hadn’t expected Tsukishima to follow you this far, and as you walked a few steps towards the direction of your apartment, you turned to thank Tsukishima for his aid.

You whip your head side to side when you find that he was no longer walking behind you, curious to see that he was waiting two feet away from the bus’ exit.

You briefly wondered what he was waiting for, and your heart shattered down to the ground when you see the familiar stranger that had been following you since you exited your office building slowly step out.

You didn’t even notice him climb onto the bus. Had he really been there the entire time? Oh god, was he planning to follow you all the way home? Your head begins to spin at the dangerous possibilities that could have unfolded.

“Are you lost?” Tsukishima’s voice was cold and stern, and you could hear it clearly from where you stood.

You watched as the hooded man jolted, clearly shocked at the question directed to him. His face still remained perfectly hidden, but you could tell from his body language that he was not expecting to be addressed.

Tsukishima towered over him, but his six foot five stature had towered nearly everyone. The eyes behind his dark-rimmed glasses were narrowed in a glare, and Tsukishima stayed planted in front of your intruder.

“Oh — uh, i— no, just —“

“It’s that way,” Tsukishima didn’t wait for the man to finish his stammering, pointing a long finger towards the opposite direction of your home.

The man didn’t need to be told twice. He twirled on his heels, looking over his shoulders only to see Tsukishima watch as he walked away into the night.

You were frozen, mouth hung so wide open, you were pretty sure bugs had flown in. Tsukishima makes his way back to you, stopping to wrap his arms around your shoulders once again. He tilts his head down at you, looking softly as he asks, “Which way?”

You were at a loss for words, choosing instead to simply lead the way. Tsukishima remained draped over you, like a blanket of protection warding off all evil.

The silence that engulfed the two of you felt comfortable, and on any other day, you might have been appalled to be in such close contact with Tsukishima Kei.

But today, you felt safe. You felt comfort, and relief, and you relax against him, perfectly protected under Tsukishima’s wing.

You sneak a glance up at him, biting your lip as you turn the words you want to say over in your head.

“Tsukishima,” you start, chewing on your lips, “Thank yo—“

“My last tour is usually at 4:45,” he interrupts you, squeezing his hand on your shoulder, “I try to catch up on some paperwork before leaving but…”

He trails off, and you stay silent in fear of ruining what he’s trying to tell you.

He shifts his head away from you as he says, “If you wait for me, I could walk you home.”

You stop in your tracks, looking up at him with a smile. Tsukishima pointedly avoids your gaze, but it’s difficult when he’s keeping you pinned beside him.

“I’d like that,” you mumble before pointing back at the apartment building he hadn’t noticed, “This is my place.”

Tsukishima finally deigns to let you go, stepping back and brushing his fingers through his hair.

“Shorten your tours,” he grumbles out, turning his body back the direction from where he came, “And don’t forget to itemize each piece that comes in for the Date Masumane exhibit tomorrow.”

You stare at him dumbfounded before bursting out in giggles, bringing your hand up in a mock salute.

“I owe you one,” you call out, watching him retreat back from where he came.

He waves you off.

“I like black coffee,” he calls back over his shoulder, “Do what you will with that information.”

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🌈𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙗𝙤𝙬𝙨

𝘚𝘶𝘯 𝘹 𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣 (𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩)

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘌𝘵𝘤.

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘦. ;)

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You quickly crawled into the colorful jungle gym of bars and blasted off, already having taken off your shoes prior.

You could hear the faint giggles coming from Sun as he scaled the bars, picking up speed.

"Oh, Sunshine! My precious sneaky little Sunshine! Where are you? Are we playing Hide and Seek now? Such a good game! Oh, I love this game! "

You quickly climbed through a tube just a tad bit smaller than you were and just barely slipped through to the other side. I mean, you weren't very surprised to have barely fit through; this whole play area was made for toddlers and kids from 2/3 to 11.

You spotted a slide near the left and went for it, jumping into it right before Sun caught you.

You giggled as you slid down the colorful slide, eventually reaching the end and running back off into the jungle gym.

"Oh Sunshine, I didn't realize we were playing tag now!" Sun said loud and clear.

You quickly ducked down once you were near the center of the jungle gym. The only thing you could see was lines of punching bags scattered for kids to weave through, many different types of things to hide behind, random wall structures; mesh, wobbly ropes for kids to climb on, and bars along bars as far as the eye could see. There were so many colors, meshing together to create a beautifully built play structure.

But you had no time to waste!

You quickly went on as you heard Sun getting closer, going through a frenzy of tubes.

But this particular one was a bit... different.

Well, you were in the toddler's section of the play structure. Which was the reason you kind of got stuck.

You struggled as you tried to cram yourself through the rest of the tube, but your hips were too wide to fit through.

"Ah, crap!" You whisper-yelled to yourself, mentally cursing.

I mean, how dumb could you be? This was a kids' play area, for crying out loud! Your train of thought was put on hold as you heard the mechanical whirring and clicking of Sun approaching, him giggling as he did so.

You freaked out and started flailing around, even more, wiggling and trying to jam yourself through. It's safe to say you only got yourself snuggly stuck.

"There you are, my little Sunbeam—Ah," he soon came to a halt upon seeing your situation.

You were perfectly wedged inside a rainbow-colored tube, the lower half of your body—starting at your hips—"hanging out" while the rest of you was stuck inside the tube, knees to the ground, wiggling your ass around.

Your wiggling only intensified as he quieted down, worried about what was happening.

"S-Sunny! I, uh, got stuck. I guess I—

You nervously chucked between your sentence,

—underestimated the size of the um, tube..." You no longer heard him, the tube muffling any noise that dared to spill out.

"Oh! Right, um, I'm so sorry about that Sunbeam! I forgot to mention the sizes… of the tubes.."

"Sun?"

"Hm? Yes, Darling?" You felt butterflies throughout your stomach at the nickname and the way his voice dipped just the tiniest bit. He sounded distracted.

"I—I'm stuck. Can you help me out a bit?" You wiggled your hips a bit, reminding him.

"Oh, yes! I'm so, so sorry Sunshine! I'll get you out of there in no time, here let me just—" voice returning to its usual normal tone, he pondered over where to place his hands.

You let out a tiny yelp as you felt him place his hands on your ass, hoping he didn't notice as he started trying to cram you through to the other side of the tube.

Safe to say it only made it worse.

Not only did he not manage to get you out but he somehow managed to get your hips stuck in a way where your butt is now pointing upwards as you arched your back like a cat in order to stay comfortable.

"—Well, that didn't... how about I… no wait.. okay maybe like…" you could only hear him mumble to himself, the tube muffling the majority of it.

"Oh, I have an idea!"

"Okay… shoot." You said hesitantly.

"Well, we need as much room as we can get to get you out! So, we can take off your pants! Works, right! Take them off, more room to work with!" Sun explained.

"What?”

"W—well, it's just an idea…" You could practically see him wilting like a sunflower.

"W—well… I,"

You sighed,

"I guess if it gets me unstuck…"

You squeaked as you felt his hands land on the back of your thighs and travel up your butt to your hips, pulling your pants down by the seams and making sure your underwear stayed in place.

It just now dawned on you that you can't use your arms.

"Ugh! This is so stupid!" You felt your face burn red as it spread across your cheeks like wildfire, wiggling your hips and trying to squeeze through now that your pants were off.

"W-wait! Give me a second! W— hold on!"

‘Are you fucking stupid?’ Those are the exact words that ran through your head.

Because of the embarrassment of only being in underwear with your ass poking out, you decided rushing would be the best option.

Amid your rush, Sun tried to help you out. Placing his hands on either ass cheek and trying to push.

Only if you had stayed still.

Because of your wiggling, his hand slipped, and he ended up caressing your core.

"A—ah!" You sharply gasped as you bucked your hips at the sensation.

You immediately stilled in your spot; eyes blown wide.

shit.

Everything went quiet.

"…Sun..?" No response.

You suddenly felt his hands softly land on your thighs, wrapping around them as he slowly inched closer to your ass.

You sharply inhaled as you felt his hands trail upwards onto your ass, slipping a finger underneath the hem of your underwear and playing with it.

"Tell me,”

His voice was deeper than you've ever heard before, colder,

"What are those sounds? Hm?"

You whimpered at his tone.

"There you go again. Those sounds, what do they mean? They make me feel things. I think I like them."

"But most of all, they make me want to just..." He grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it hard as you yelped.

"Tear you apart. 'Make me want to make you make more noises."

Butterflies.

He let go.

Wait, what?

You heard shuffling as he backed away, suddenly missing his touch.

"…"

"I'm so, so so sorry about that Sunshine! I have no idea what came over me! Now, let's get you out of that tube!" How could he revert to normal, just like that? Like he didn't just turn you completely on?

"..S—Sun…"

"Yes, Starshine?" Sickly sweet.

"I, uh… N-never mind!" What were you thinking!?

How could you think about that?

Well…

Maybe,

It's not such a bad thought...

"Alrighty then! Let's get you out of here." He placed his hands on your ass once more, and the second he did, you jerked your hips, intentionally.

I mean, it's one thing if you tell him.. but it's another if it's 'accidental'.

His hand slipped once more and landed in the same spot as last time. Only this time it was much firmer than before.

You sharply grinded against his fingers as you let tiny sounds of contempt slip past your lips, basking in the feeling of the slick metal.

Slick?

Shit.

You were wet.

And it only took you this long to realize that he hadn't moved his fingers, holding them firmly in place against your wet undies as you grounded on him.

"S-shit, Sun," you called out his name at the feeling, grinding even harder against his fingers.

"Please, I need you to— Ah!" You cut yourself off as he started to rub circles, letting your head fall onto the side of the tube wall.

And the rest is history. ;)

I LOVE sunny and I’ve been working on this story for a while but just never finished it 😅, ANYWAYS, I hope you guys enjoyed this story as much as I did <3.

🚫𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙍𝙀𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏🚫

[dccomicsimagines]

Stalker - Terry McGinnis x Reader

Trigger Warning - Stalker Behavior, Darker Themes

Requested by Anon - Can I request one where Terry finds out his s/o has a stalker?

***

You shivered, standing outside of school. It was a cool spring day. You wished you had worn your jacket, but the sun shining through your bedroom window this morning made you too optimistic about the weather. 

“Come on, Ter. Where are you?” you whispered, jumping up and down to warm up a little. The school bell rang. You sighed. “Late again.” You turned around to enter when a warm jacket suddenly wrapped around your shoulders. 

“I’m not late. Just almost late.” Terry chuckled in your ear. He kissed your cheek before moving ahead to open the door for you.

“For once.” You winked at him, sliding your arms into his jacket. “Come on, we’re going to be late for Literature.” 

Terry groaned, running a hand through his hair. “What’s the reading we had to do for today?” 

“The Yellow Wallpaper.” You sneaked a sniff of his jacket, enjoying his scent. Terry rubbed his eyes and missed it. “I’ll catch you up. We’re just supposed to be in discussion groups.” The two of you strolled down the hall, tempting fate as the final bell was about to ring. 

“Lucky I have you, babe. I think I’d have to drop out by now if I didn’t.” Terry wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him, still snug in his jacket. 

“I doubt that. You’d just actually have to do your homework.” You caught his lips in a quick kiss before you both entered the classroom just as the bell rang.

***

You walked alone to the elementary school to pick up your younger siblings and Terry’s little brother, Matt. Terry’s mom and your parents paid you the big creds to babysit them every day after school. It was actually how you met Terry in the first place. 

Terry would usually try to walk with you until you met up with the kids, but today Mr. Wayne needed him earlier than normal. You pulled his jacket closer, only realizing now that you still had it. Oops. You shrugged, smiling to yourself when you got a whiff of Terry from the jacket. 

As you neared the elementary school, a shiver ran up your spine when you heard footsteps behind you. “Excuse me,” someone said from behind you. You turned, holding your bag tighter.

It was an older man, maybe mid-forties. He ran up to you. His hair was oily and his face was breaking out in hives. “Can I help you?” you asked. Something felt off about him. You took an involuntary step back when he stopped before you.

“You dropped this.” He held out keychain with a batman symbol on it. 

“Oh thank you.” You gasped, holding out your hand. He dropped it into your palm after a pause. “I can’t believe I lost it. It must have broke.”

He nodded, smiling as he stared at you. “You’re welcome.” 

You waited for him to leave, but he didn’t move. Just staring. Your stomach twisted, nerves on end. “Well, I better get going. Thanks again.” You turned and hurried away with your hand clenched around the keychain. Terry had given it to you. You usually had it on your bag. Once you turned the corner and were in front of the elementary school with a crowd of people, you opened your hand to check the keychain.

Your blood ran cold when you saw it wasn’t broken. How would it have fallen off if it didn’t break? You checked your bag, heart pounding when you saw your keychain was still attached.  Your thumb ran across the one in your hand, noting it didn’t have the scratches yours had. 

“Creepy.” You glanced over your shoulder, relieved that the man wasn’t in sight. Maybe it was a mistake? Maybe it wasn’t as creepy as you were thinking? You swallowed hard and tossed the keychain into the nearby garbage can. 

Matt and your siblings ran up to you, chattering away. You gathered them up and led them toward home. However, the entire way, you felt you were being watched.

***

“What’s wrong?” Terry frowned at you, noting how you clung to his arm as the two of you slowly stepped onto the tram. 

“Nothing’s wrong.” You let go of his arm, crossing your arms tightly. Terry led you over to a seat.

Terry sighed. He rolled his eyes. “You been like this all week. (Y/N), what’s wrong?” He sat down beside you. You scooted closer to him. 

You glanced around nervously. “I’m fine, Ter. I just want to get home.” 

“Okay.” Terry frowned and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “I just thought you wanted to spend time with me.” 

“I do.” You smiled at him. It wasn’t a real smile. Terry kissed your temple. “I’m not feeling all that great today. We can hang out at my house. My siblings are at my grandparents this weekend anyway.” 

“That would be great.” Terry felt you relax, closing your eyes as you laid your head against his shoulder. He pushed his worries aside. You probably weren’t feeling well like you said. It was probably nothing. He relaxed himself, keeping you close just in case. 

***

You stared at the keychain lying on your doorstep. Your blood ran cold with terror. It was the same batman keychain, brand new, matching the one on your bag. Your siblings were a few feet behind you as you had rushed ahead to quickly get into your house where you were safe. Clearly, it wasn’t safe anymore.

“Wow, a batman keychain,” Matt said, moving around you to pick it up. 

“Hey (Y/N), it matches yours,” your sibling said, giggling.

“Terry must have left it.” Matt made a face. “Gross.” 

“Yeah, he must have.” You painted a fake smile on your face and took the keychain from Matt. “Come on, let’s get inside. I’ll let you have whatever you want for a snack.”

The kids cheered and rushed inside once you unlocked the door. You hurried after and slammed the door shut, clicking the lock. The feeling of uneasiness didn’t leave you. 

***

“Terrance!” Bruce’s voice echoed through Terry’s ears. He jerked the batmobile into a climb to avoid crashing straight into a building. 

“Okay, okay. We’re fine.” Terry chuckled nervously, shaking his head. 

“If you crash it, you buy it.” Bruce growled. “Pay attention!”

Terry cleared his throat, turning to fly the batmobile for another lap of the city. He flew over your house and scanned the place. Everything was fine. However, the light in your room was still on. Terry glanced at the clock. It was two in the morning. “Bruce, I’m going to make a quick stop.”

“This is no time for social calls.” Bruce’s voice sharpened. 

“How about you keep an ear on the police scanner like you always do and let me know if I need to go anywhere?” Terry smirked when Bruce huffed and clicked off. “Got ya.” He flew out of the batmobile and glided toward your house. Terry balanced himself on the sill of your window.

You were in bed with the covers pulled over your head. Terry opened your window silently and stepped inside. “(Y/N).” You sat up suddenly and screamed at the sight of him. Terry’s eyes widened. He pulled off his mask. “Honey, it’s me. Hush.” 

You slapped a hand over your mouth, gasping for breath. The blood drained out of your face. Terry swore, shutting the window behind him and ducking into the closet as your family tore into the room. 

It took several long minutes for your family to leave. Terry waited, hoping Bruce didn’t catch how badly he scared you. He leaned against the wall of your closet. His mask twisted in his fist.

The closet door opened a few minutes after the room went quiet. “I’m sorry.” You hugged him, burying your face into his chest. “You scared me.” 

“I’m sorry I scared you.” Terry kissed the top of your head. “I saw your light was on, so I’d thought I would stop by.” 

You jerked away from him, blood draining out of your face. “No, no, no,” you whispered, running to the window and quickly shutting the curtains.

Terry rushed to your side. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He laid a hand on your shoulder. “Why are you so scared?” 

You looked at him, tears filling your eyes. Terry felt like he got punched in the gut. “I don’t want to talk about it. Please just hold me.” You hugged him so tight, he thought he might bruise.

“Okay, okay.” Terry hugged you back. He gently rocked you, still confused and concerned. Part of him wanted to demand you to explain, but seeing how upset you were, he couldn’t do it. So he let it go and held you until you fell asleep.

Terry gently tucked you into bed and turned off your light. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before slipping out the window, making sure to shut it securely behind him. “Bruce, you there?” 

“Are you ready to get back to work?” Bruce’s tone edged toward scolding. Terry rolled his eyes.

“I am.” He wanted to talk about your strange behavior, but he stopped himself. Bruce doesn’t know anything about relationships anyway. He’d be no help. Terry rocketed into the sky to catch the batmobile as it went by on autopilot. 

***

“Terry!” Max ran through the hall, bumping people out of the way to reach him. Terry turned to look at her, alarmed. “Come quick!”

“Where?” Terry grunted when Max grabbed his sore arm and tugged him down the hall. Max was leading him toward the school’s office. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s (Y/N). We were outside for gym class and they collapsed.” Max panted. It was only at that moment that Terry realized Max was in her gym clothes. Bruce was right, his detective skills really did need work. 

His blood ran cold. “Collapsed? Are they okay?!” Max led him into the nurse’s office. Terry ran ahead and opened a curtain to find you shaking, gasping for breath as you curled up into a ball on the bed. The school nurse seemed lost. “(Y/N), sweetheart, I’m here.” Terry sank down beside the bed, wrapping his arms around you. 

You looked at him, pupils dilated, eyes wide. “I...I...can...can’t breathe.” Tears ran down your cheeks.

“(Y/N), you need to calm down. Breathe with me.” He took a slow deep breath, looking you in the eye as he rubbed your back. You struggled at first, but eventually you slowed your breathing down with his. Terry could feel your heart calming down.

The school nurse said something about getting you some water and a snack, leaving you, Terry, and Max alone. “I’m sorry,” you said, leaning over to bury your face into Terry’s shoulder.

Terry shared a look with Max. “Okay, (Y/N). Something is clearly wrong. You got to tell us and don’t say it’s nothing,” Max began, sitting on foot of the bed. You pulled away from Terry, sniffling and grabbing a tissue from the box nearby. Terry took your hand, squeezing it gently. 

“Okay, alright.” You closed your eyes and took a shaky breath. “I think I have a stalker.”

Terry’s stomach dropped as ice cold horror washed over him. “What?!” You flinched at his tone. Max glared at him, poking him.

“Calm down, Ter. Let (Y/N) explain.” Max turned back to you. “Why do you think you have a stalker?” 

The nurse came back with water and a packet of crackers. She smiled when she saw you were calm. “Eat and drink, we’ll see how you feel. Terry and Max, you can stay with (Y/N). I’ll let your teachers know.” You took a sip of water once the nurse left again.

“Slag it. (Y/N), tell us what happened.” Terry’s hands shook. You looked at him, taking a deep breath.

“Okay. It started a month ago...”

“A month? This has been going on for a month?!” Terry got to his feet. The terror going straight to his head. 

“Terry, sit down and shut up.” Max punched his arm. Terry flinched before forcing himself to sit on the edge of the bed. 

You blinked back tears. “I...It started when I was walking to the elementary school to pick up the kids. You weren’t with me, Ter. Mr. Wayne needed you that day. I felt like someone was watching me and then someone ran up behind me. It was an older man. He handed me a batman keychain like the one you gave me, Ter, and I thought it was mine. I thanked him, but he just stared at me.” You shivered. Terry wrapped his arm around you, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest. “It creeped me out, so I left. It was then I realized that the keychain wasn’t mine. It was brand new and my keychain was still on my bag.” 

Max and Terry tensed. “That is creepy,” Max whispered, reaching out to pat your hand. 

“I threw it away, but I felt like I’ve been watched ever since.” You swallowed hard. Rogue tears slipped down your cheeks. Terry wiped them away with his thumb. “More keychains keep popping up wherever I go. There was even one on my front doorstep. I’m so scared all the time. That’s why I screamed when you visited me last night, Ter. I thought someone was breaking in to get me.” Your entire body trembled. “Even during gym class, there was one in my spot on the bench. That’s why I freaked out.” 

“Why did you not tell me?” Terry soothed, pushing down his anger and terror. It wouldn’t help you. 

“I didn’t want you to worry. Besides, I was hoping it was nothing, but it’s not. It can’t be.” You burst into tears again. Terry pulled you into his chest, sharing another look with Max. 

“I’ll go see if I can find the keychain outside,” Max whispered to Terry. She slipped out of the room.  

Terry sighed. “You’ll be fine, (Y/N). I’ll protect you. Whoever this is, they won’t get you.” 

You grabbed at his jacket tightly. “Okay.” You sniffled. “Do you think they’ll let me go home? I just want to be home now, Ter.” 

“I’ll go ask if I can take you home.” He pulled away from you. “Just relax.” You settled down on the bed, drinking the water the nurse brought you. 

Terry clenched his hands into fists. His heart burned at the thought you were in danger and he didn’t even notice. Something bad could have happened because he didn’t get the answer to your strange behavior before. He swallowed hard, going to the school nurse to talk about being able to take you home. Hopefully, Max will find that keychain for him before he left. It was time for him to use his detective skills. You needed him to.

***

“What are you doing?” Bruce asked, walking over to Terry as Terry stared at the batcomputer. Terry was running scans on the keychain Max had recovered from the school. He hated to leave you, but Max was with you, helping you watch your siblings and Matt while also keeping you safe. 

“(Y/N) has a stalker.” Terry slammed his fist against the computer when the keychain came up with nothing. “Slag it!” 

Bruce raised an eyebrow. Ace barked at him in warning. Terry forced himself to relax, rubbing his chin to think. “What do we know?” Bruce’s tone became more serious. Terry looked up to find Bruce studying the results. 

“This is a dead end. The guy didn’t leave anything on the keychain and (Y/N) didn’t keep the others.” Terry sighed. He ran a hand over his face. “There’s got to be a way to catch this dreg before he does something to (Y/N). (Y/N)’s already scared out of their mind.” 

Bruce huffed. “You need to think less directly, McGinnis.” He gestured for Terry to get out of the chair. Terry stood up, sighing as Bruce took the seat and started working on the batcomputer. “Do you know where these keychains are sold?” 

“I bought (Y/N)’s at the mall. There was a kiosk selling all these retro keychains.” Terry blinked. “Do you think we could hack into the mall’s security footage and see who was buying them?” 

Bruce’s mouth twitched into almost a smirk. “Yes.”

“(Y/N) gave me this.” Terry pressed a button to bring up your description of the man you first encountered. “This is the man who gave them the keychain the first time.” 

“Interesting.” Bruce hacked into the security and brought up footage of the kiosk. “What day did (Y/N) have the first encounter?” 

Terry rubbed his chin. “About a month ago.” He shook his head. “I’m such a dreg for not noticing sooner. They are so scared.” 

“Focus, Terrence.” Bruce frowned as the security footage fast forwarded until it stopped when it caught a person buying several batman keychains all at once. “It looks like we found our person.” 

“Wait.” Terry leaned forward to study the person. “Oh my god, I know them. They go to our school, but (Y/N) was approached by an old man with the first keychain?” 

Bruce hummed. “They probably paid the man to deliver it.” The computer popped up with the person’s school record. “Their name is Tay Diabolos. Seems like they have a shaky school attendance record and their grades are worse than yours.” 

“Geez, thanks.” Terry frowned. “But (Y/N) hasn’t had any interaction with them as far as I know. They would have told me if they were being weird.” 

“Sometimes that doesn’t matter.” Bruce brought up Tay’s address. “Go to their home, see what you can find. Don’t engage them. We’ll need to do this carefully.” Bruce glared at Terry. Terry just blushed. “I will run more tests on this keychain. My gut is telling me there is something we’re missing.”

“Mine too.” Terry patted Ace’s head before running off to get on his suit. Bruce watched him go. Ace barked, butting his head against Bruce’s leg. 

“I know. He’s probably going to make a mess of it.” Bruce scratched Ace’s ear and turned to examine the keychain in ways Terry didn’t even think of.

***

Terry turned on his optical camouflage as he neared the run-down part of Neo-Gotham. He swallowed hard, pushing aside his fear for you. Max already called him to reassure him you were fine, but his stomach was twisted in knots.

He landed on the roof of an old house that must have been built around the time Bruce was young. A smirk pulled at Terry’s lips as he thought that it was probably over a hundred years old. 

“Are you at the address yet?” Bruce’s voice suddenly filled his ear. Terry jumped, thankful Bruce wasn’t able to read minds. 

“Just arrived.” Terry climbed down and opened the second story window. “I got nothing on my heat scans, so no one is home.” 

Bruce grunted. “I told you not to rely on that too much. There are ways to cheat the scan.” 

“It’s fine.” Terry looked around the empty room he entered. He went over the door and opened it. The hallway was dirty, covered in beer cans and stains. “Looks like a party house of some sort.” 

“I found a micro tracer on the keychain. It’s cheap, only a range of two miles if even.” Bruce hummed. “He was attempting to track (Y/N). Are you sure (Y/N) never kept the keychains?”

“Yeah, they threw them away because it freaked them out. The only one still around is the one we have.” Terry’s eyes widened. “Wait, did you deactivate the tracer?”

Bruce snorted. “Of course.” Terry moved deeper into the house, following the light that peeked under one of the doors. “Remember do not engage, McGinnis. This is recon only.”

Terry didn’t respond as he peeked into the room. His heart spasmed in terror when his eyes fell onto a wall covered in pictures of you. A few were your school photos, but most were taken without your knowledge. Terry touched one that was you walking home with your siblings. “Are you seeing this?”

“This has been going on longer than we thought.” Bruce sighed deeply. 

“Oh no, no, no.” Terry’s blood ran cold when he saw strands of your hair pinned to the wall. “The dreg has (Y/N)’s hair.” His hand clenched into a fist, rage pounded into his chest. 

“Terrance, calm down. Remember this is recon.” Bruce’s voice was so calm. Terry wanted to snap back at him, but snapping at Bruce never did any good. “Is there any sign of plans?”

Terry shook his head, clearing the red rage from his vision. He let out a slow breath. “No, this looks more like a shrine to (Y/N).” Terry knelt down to access the computer on the floor next to the shrine. One tap, and he gave Bruce remote access. 

“It looks like they ordered flowers for (Y/N) tomorrow.” Bruce’s rapid typing filled Terry’s ears. Terry felt sick to his stomach. 

“That’s it. I got to go be with (Y/N). This freak is going to do something.” Terry got to his feet. He froze when he heard a door open downstairs. “Slag it. Someone’s home now.” 

“Get out of there. I’ll search the computer some more.” Bruce clicked off. Terry shivered, eyeing the shrine of you one more time before slipping out of the window and rocketing into the sky. 

***

“Terry, are you sure? Doesn’t Mr. Wayne need you today?” You asked, wrapping a blanket around yourself as you curled up on your couch in your living room. The window curtains were all tightly closed.

“No, he doesn’t, and my mom called the school to get me off today too.” Terry sat down next to you, pulling you into his arms. “I’m here to stay.” 

You had stayed home from school once you explained to your parents what was happening. They called the police, but of course, they couldn’t do anything since Tay hadn’t actually done anything. Terry could see the trembling of your hands, how the color drained from your face. This was making you sick.

“Thanks Ter.” You relaxed into him. “I hate this. Why did this person have to do this to me?” 

“They’re sick.” Terry bit his lips. “(Y/N), do you know someone named Tay Diabolos?”

You blinked. “Yeah, they go to our school. I had science with them before they got kicked out for mixing cleaners and almost killing the class with the fumes.” You looked up at Terry curiously. “Don’t you remember? I had to go to the hospital with Blade and Zip. We got the worst of it.” 

Terry’s eyes widened. “Wait, isn’t that when I got you the keychain? I picked you up from the hospital and took you to the mall where we got it from...that’s it!” Terry got to his feet suddenly. Your eyes widened at the sight. 

“What’s it?” You bit your lip.

“The connection. I was trying to think why. I couldn’t remember why Tay would start doing this.” Terry sank down to kneel on the floor beside you. “That must have been the event to start their obsession.” 

“Obsession?” Terry could see the terror wash over you. Right, he didn’t tell you about the shrine he found.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” Terry took your hand. “I’ll handle it, okay?”

“Okay.” You gave Terry a weak smile as you squeezed his hand. “Just be careful.”

“Always.” Terry leaned forward to kiss your lips sweetly. For the first time in a long time, you seem relieved.

***

“I think I should fly down there and scare them away from (Y/N),” Terry said as he paced the cave. Bruce and Ace sat by the batcomputer, watching him. 

“Ter, you know that will cause more problems. How does Batman know Tay is stalking a classmate? Why is Batman involving himself in a stalker case?,” Max said, eyeing the huge cave around her. It took a long time, but Bruce finally let her into the cave. She wandered over to look at the old costumes display. Bruce eyed her with slight disapproval.

“True.” Bruce stuck his cane out and tapped Terry’s leg. 

Terry stopped pacing, crossing his arms. “I was thinking I would confront him as myself.” 

“No. That will just make things worse.” Max snapped and turned to look at Terry with wide eyes. “Clearly, Tay was triggered by seeing you with (Y/N). That’s the reason for the keychains. They must have seen you buy one for (Y/N).” 

“Then what am I supposed to do?! This is killing (Y/N)! I’m sick and tired of seeing them scared out of their mind!” Terry threw his hands up in the air. Ace barked at him, nervous from his outburst. 

“Calm down, McGinnis,” Bruce said sternly, turning around in his chair to study the computer. “We need to go through normal channels. I’ve spoke to Barbara Gordon, she says she can help (Y/N) get a restraining order, but we need evidence first.” 

“Aren’t the keychains enough?” Max asked, coming to Bruce’s side to watch the security footage of your house. They had installed it just in case. 

Bruce shook his head. “No, (Y/N) threw most of them away. Besides, there is no evidence that Tay gave them the keychains. They covered their tracks well.” 

A groan came from Terry as he pulled at his hair. His phone beeped. He picked up the phone once he saw it was you. The sound of your tears met his ear, his blood turned to ice water.

“Terry, there’s a message on our machine,” you whispered. Your voice breaking with a sob. “It’s from Tay. He said he left a present for me outside...”

“It’s okay. Just have everyone stay inside.” Terry ran over to the batcomputer, having to focus to keep his voice calm and even. Max and Bruce watched in concern when Terry had the batcomputer zoom in on the footage of your front step to show another batman keychain lying there. 

“Oh my god.” Max gasped. “But we were watching the whole time.” 

Bruce hummed, a scowl on his face. He reached over to pet Ace, who was getting jumpy from the energy of the room. “Terry, I can’t live like this anymore,” you said.

“Hush. I’ll take care of it. I swear.” Terry’s heart was ready to pound out of his chest. He wanted to fly over to Tay’s house and beat the life out of him. “Just stay inside. Leave the keychain where it’s at. I’ll be there soon.” 

“Okay.” You hung up the phone, but not before Terry heard a full out sob burst out of you. 

“I think I have an idea.” Bruce got to his feet and walked over to the workbench to get his pill bottle. Terry stared at his phone, lost in his own tortured imagination. “We need to get Tay off the streets, and the best way to do that is to catch them for another crime.”

“Another crime?” Max put her hands on her hips. “But isn’t harassing (Y/N) enough?” 

Bruce grunted. “No. Harassment is messy. It rarely sticks unless you have hard evidence which we don’t have.” Bruce leaned on his cane as he picked up his pills and swallowed them dry. 

Terry stuck his phone back in his pocket. “You have a plan I assume?” He ran over to the changing area to switch into his suit.

“I do. From what I seen in the vid from your search of Tay’s home, I saw evidence of slappers.” Bruce walked back to the batcomputer and sat down. 

“Oh, so we get Tay for drug possession, which should get them away from (Y/N).” Max grinned. “Sway idea, Mr. Wayne.” 

“Yeah, sway.” Terry ran out of the changing area in full Batman mode. He hopped into the batmobile. “Keep me updated on what I need to do, but I have to check on (Y/N) first.”  The batmobile zoomed off. 

***

After Terry made sure your house was secure and you were calmed down, he followed Bruce’s lead to Tay’s house once again. “What’s your plan?”

“Find evidence of slappers in Tay’s house, make probable cause for the police to enter,” Bruce said firmly. “If we can get Tay on drug possession charges, they can get off the streets and get the help they need.”

“And (Y/N) will finally feel safe again.” Terry rocketed out of the batmobile and landed on the roof of the house next door. “There’s a party going on.” Tay’s house was raging, filling with people drinking, laughing, dancing. Loud music boomed out of the opened windows. 

“This might be to our advantage. The noise alone will be probable cause.” Bruce hummed. “But we need to make sure the police find the slapper evidence and connect it to Tay.” 

Terry grunted, turning on his optical camouflage and glided toward the house. He slipped through the open window, avoid the people in the room as he slipped through the open door to the hallway. It took him a full minute to get into the room where the shrine was since a couple was making out against it. They finally moved and Terry slipped inside. 

Tay was in the room, luckily facing away from the door and didn’t see it seemly open on it’s own. It took every ounce of will for Terry not to rip into them when he saw them adding another photo to the shrine. He paled when it was a photo of your bedroom window, showing you hugging Terry with Terry still clearly in his batsuit. 

“Damn,” Terry whispered under his breath. Suddenly, a smirk pulled at his lips. He turned off his camouflage. 

“Terry, what are you doing?” Bruce asked sharply. 

“Tay Diabolos.” A wave of satisfaction washed over Terry when Tay jerked, turning around in surprise. “I need to have a word with you.” 

Tay laughed. “You think I’m scared, Terry McGinnis.” Tay pulled out a gun, aiming it at Terry’s chest. “You aren’t good enough for (Y/N).”

“You think I’m Terry McGinnis?” Terry laughed darkly. “You aren’t very smart, but then again, you wouldn’t be if you can’t notice what you’re doing to (Y/N) is criminal.” 

“Don’t mock me!” Tay fired the gun. Terry easily dodged by stepping aside.

“Careful of the civilians around you, Terry. I’ll make an anonymous call to the police,” Bruce said. The slight approval in Bruce’s voice made Terry’s heart soar. 

Terry shot out a batarang and knocked the gun from Tay’s hand. “Leave (Y/N) alone.” He marched forward, picking Tay up by the front of their shirt. “If I ever see you even look at them again, I’ll pound you into the pavement. The police would have to take a DNA test to identify your body.” 

“You won’t stop me.” Tay spit in Terry’s face. Terry held back a flinch. “I’ll be with (Y/N). I love them more than you ever could, McGinnis.” 

Terry grunted and dropped Tay only to throw a quick jab at their jaw. Tay dropped like a pile of bricks. 

“Well, you certainly made a mess now.” Bruce’s voice filled Terry’s ears. 

“We’ll figure it out. The suit can still be on autopilot mode, right?” Terry took the photo of himself and you and slipped it into his pocket.

Bruce hummed. “Yes, but you’ll need to move fast. The police are incoming.”

Terry grunted, climbing out the window of the room and flying through the air toward your house.

***

“I’m telling you the truth! Terry McGinnis is Batman!” Tay shouted, fighting against the restraints as the cops tried to put him into the car. Barbara put her hands in her pockets and glanced back at Batman who stood a few feet away.

“Right.” Another car pulled up and Terry exited. Barbara smiled. “And how is it he can be in two places at once?”

The blood drained out of Tay’s face as they looked between Terry and Batman. “It’s a trick! He planned this! I’ll get (Y/N) away from you! I swear it!” 

“Enough.” The cops pushed Tay into the car and slammed the door to lock him inside. 

Barbara patted Terry’s shoulder as Batman suddenly rocketed off into the sky into the waiting batmobile. “Tay won’t be bothering (Y/N) anytime soon. We have enough evidence to keep him in juvie for quite some time.” 

“And the evidence for the restraining order?” Terry asked, biting his lip to keep from smirking in delight. The cops drove Tay away. Their shouts could still be heard through the vehicle. 

“Being processed. We’ll hand it over to (Y/N)’s lawyer in the morning.” Barbara sighed. “I’ll let you deliver the news to (Y/N).” 

“Thanks.” Terry hopped back into the car and drove back to your place. 

“So it worked?” Bruce asked through the comlink in Terry’s ear. “And slow down, that’s my car you’re driving.” 

Terry laughed. “It worked. Tay looked crazy.” He bit his lip, slowing down a bit. “Did the suit get back to the cave alright?”

“Yes, it just arrived with the batmobile. I’ll shut down autopilot mode.” Bruce hummed. “I assume you’re going to (Y/N)’s.”

“Of course.” Terry’s foot hit the gas again. “I’ll check in tomorrow.”

Bruce grunted. “Right.” He hung up bluntly as he always did. Terry shook his head, unable to keep the grin off his face. 

***

You shivered, pulling your jacket tighter around you. Taking a step outside your front door, you sighed in relief when you weren’t frozen from anxiety. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” Terry said, running up the steps to you. You laughed and jumped into his arms. 

“Hey yourself.” Terry spun you around. You screamed when he almost toppled down the stairs. “Are you ready for the club?”

“I am.” Your face hurt from how much you were smiling. “I want to dance the night away.” 

Terry ran down the stairs with you still in his arms. “Sway, because I’m ready to dance with you all night too.” 

“Put me down.” You patted his shoulders. Terry set you down, keeping his arm around your waist. You kissed his cheek as you both started down the street. “And thank you.”

“For what?” Terry smirked at you. His hand squeezed your hip. 

You looked into his eyes. “Oh, you know.” The words didn’t dare leave your lips, keeping the fear at bay.

Terry smiled before kissing you passionately on the lips. You melted into him, content and safe in his arms.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Touch - p.p

chapter one - an encounter 

synopsis: you love him, but you can never touch him

“Spiderling, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

Peter turned around at the sound of Tony’s voice, eyes widening in surprise when he saw you for the first time, perched at Tony’s side.

“Hi. I’m Peter.” Peter introduced himself as he reached out his hand.

“Y/n.” You said as you shook his hand, automatically taking his pain. “Oo, shoulder pain.”

“How did you do that?” Peter gasped as he touched his fixed shoulder. “My shoulders been killing me.”

“I took your pain. Damn, you were really hurting huh?” You chuckled as you shook out your arm.

“Yeah. It’s been messed up for weeks.” Peter laughed as he rolled his shoulder. “Thanks.”

“Isn’t she amazing? She’s my newest recruit.” Tony explained. “Welcome to the Avengers, Icy Hot. You’ll fit right in.”

“I hope so.” You smiled nervously. “I appreciate the opportunity, sir. I won’t let you down.”

“Hear that Peter? She calls me sir.” Tony pointed to you proudly. “Brownie points for manners.”

Peter smiled at you and you smiled back, already taking an interest in each other.

“Thank you, sir.” You chuckled again, eyeing Peter every now and then as he did the same to you.

“Come on. I’ll show you the rest of the team.” Tony offered as he put his hand on the small of your back.

“Okay. It was nice meeting you Peter.” You waved at him as you passed him in the hallway.

“You too.” Peter waved back, a smile staying on his face long after you left.

~

You saw Peter in the gym the next day, sweating through his shirt as he threw punches at the heavy bag. You smiled at him as you climbed on the elliptical, sweating through your sports bra soon enough.

“Damn it.” Peter suddenly hissed as he pulled off his boxing glove.

“You okay?” You stopped your movement at the elliptical.

“Punched the bag too hard.” Peter sighed as he shook his throbbing hand. “I busted my knuckles.”

You climbed off the elliptical and approached Peter, your chest rising and falling as you caught your breath. Peter’s face blushed slightly as you came close enough for him to see the sweat beads rolling down your neck.

“Can I see?” You asked softly as you held out your hands. Peter nodded slightly and placed his hand into yours. Your held his hand firmly and closed your eyes as the process began. Peter saw your veins darken as the pain left his body. You winced a little as his cut healed right before his eyes.

“Does that hurt you?” Peter asked as he looked at you.

“Yeah, but not that much.” You answered. “I heal really fast so it’s just a watered down version of whatever pain I take.”

“Thats really cool.” Peter smiled softly. “You’re gonna be great for our team.”

“You think?” You lit up. “I feel so lame compared to you guys. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep up.”

“Healing people isn’t lame.” Peter assured you. “You’ll totally keep up.”

“Says the boy who can lift busses.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Did you google me?” Peter pretended to gasp as he was secretly flattered.

“Maybe.” You said coyly. “I thought it was really admirable how you helped that old lady cross the street.”

“Which one?” Peter joked. “That’s my specialty.”

“You wanna know what my specialty is?” You stepped a little closer to him.

“What?” Peter asked, his entire body flushed from your close proximity.

“I can take a bruised peach and make it fresh. Mr. Stark has me do it every day. I used to blow all the kids minds at lunch.” You rubbed your nails on your shoulder like you were bragging.

“Thats really amazing. How have you not won a Nobel Peace Prize yet?” Peter teased you.

“I keep getting nominated but I’m always snubbed.” You sighed dramatically.

“Well peaches, I think you’re gonna keep up with this team just fine.” Peter smirked. “We could all use a little healing.”

“I’m glad I could be of service to you.” You stepped even closer, chests almost touching. Peter’s breath fanned your face for a moment, but before he could even close his eyes, you pulled away.

“I ,uh, I gotta go.” You stepped back from him and blinked a few times to regain your composure. “See you around.”

You swiftly left the gym, leaving Peter in a cloud of confusion as you went.

~

“Hey.” You walked into the kitchen and sniffed the air. “Are you baking?”

“Trying to. I think I forgot the eggs. And the milk.” Peter realized as he stared into his dry mixture. After a month of living in the tower, you’d gotten used to Peter’s failed attempts at baking.

You’d also gotten used to Peter.

“What are you making?” You came over his shoulder and peered in his bowl. Peter’s face flushed as he became hyperaware of how close you were. Close, but not touching.

“Muffins. Do they look okay to you?” Peter asked as he looked over his shoulder at you.

“Um, do you want a real answer or a nice answer?” You grimaced as you looked in the bowl again and saw his lumpy mixture.

“Damn it. Why is this so hard?” Peter whined. “Let me see if my first batch is ready.”

Peter went to the oven and opened it up, instinctively reaching in and grabbing the muffin tin.

“Ouch!” He yanked his hand back and held it to his chest, squirming in pain.

“Peter! You can’t grab things directly out of the oven.” You exclaimed as you rushed towards him.

“I know.” He sighed as he shook his burning finger. “But I wasn’t wearing oven mitts when I put it in so I forget to wear them when I take it out.”

“Come here.” You immediately closed your hands around his burnt hand and began to take his pain.

“Won’t it hurt you?” Peter tried to pull away but you held him in place.

“I’ll be okay.” You chuckled as you continued to take his pain. Peter sighed in relief as you winced from the feeling.

“Better?” You asked once you had finished, following your words with a kind squeeze of his hands.

“Better.” He nodded. “Thanks peaches.”

“I got you.” You flirted, looking at him through your eyelashes.

“Do you?” Peter took a step closer to you, bringing his free hand up to enclose around your hand. You gulped nervously and closed your eyes for a moment before stepping back. Peter immediately felt the loss of warmth and felt disappointment sink into his stomach.

“I’ll get the muffins out.” You stammered as you went to get an oven mitt out of the drawer. “Don’t want them to burn.”

“Okay.” Peter nodded as he leaned against the counter, barely listening because of how disappointed he felt. “Okay.”

This was how your relationship went on. You grew closer in your friendship, but never in your distance. Every time Peter thought you were about to touch, you made an excuse to pull away. Although he was used to it, it still hurt him every time.

“Hey Aquaman.” You greeted Peter as you approached the pool one day. “Mind if I join you?”

“By all means.” Peter nodded. “As long as you don’t pee in the pool.”

You could tell from his face that he immediately regretted what he said, his regret making you laugh.

“Are you proud that you said that?” You teased him as you untied your robe and dropped it to the floor. Peter’s face heated up at the sight of you in your black bathing suit as he quickly adverted his eyes.

“I can’t say I am.” He said as he pretended to be interested in something far away.

“Don’t worry about it. I say dumb things all the time.” You told him as you took out a bottle of sunscreen. You began to run in into your skin, missing your back almost entirely.

“You need some help?” Peter offered, noticing your struggle.

“I’m good.” You said, a little quickly. “Just keep the water warm for me, all right?”

“Was that another pee joke?” Peter whined, knowing he was never going to live that down

“It wasn’t intended to be.” You laughed as you stood by the edge of the pool. “I’m coming in. Is it cold?”

“No, because I just peed.” Peter said simply, making you laugh again.

“Peter.” You whined as you dipped your toe in. “No more pee jokes.”

“I’m sorry, peaches, but you made it so easy.” He defended himself.

“I’m scared.” You quickly took your toe out and rubbed your arms.

“Why? It’s just water.”

“Cold water.” You reminded him.

“Just jump in.”

“But I’ll splash you.” You worried.

“I think I’ll live.” Peter chuckled. You looked at the water one more time before jumping in, a small wave spraying Peter as you did.

“Did I get you wet?” You asked as you came to the surface right in front of Peter. It took Peter a minute to process what you said, as he was too focused on how pretty you looked with water droplets in your eyelashes.

“I’m in a pool.” He reminded you. “I was already wet.”

“Well did I splash you?” You rolled your eyes at him.

“I don’t know. Does a splash feel like this?” Peter asked innocently as he splashed you in the face.

“My hair!” You gasped as the wave hit you.

“Aw. Did you get your hair wet while submerged in water? How did that possible happen?” Peter asked sarcastically as he splashed you again.

“Oh, you got jokes? Well now you’re gonna have water damage.” You smiled deviously as you splashed him.

“Hey. No splashing.” He said, knowing how ironic it was since he did it twice.

“Fine. Then I’ll just drown you.” You said simply as you grabbed his shoulders and tried to force him under the water. As you touched him, you felt the scrape he had on his elbow transfer to you.

“Not if I drown you first.” Peter Parker warned as he grabbed your by the waist. He lifted you up as you squirmed in his arms.

“Peter. Put me down.” You laughed as you tried to break out of his grasp.

“As you wish, peaches.” He said before throwing you into the water.

“You’re gonna get it now.” You threatened as you swam back towards him. You began to wrestle in a way, your hands intertwined as you tried to overpower each other. Peter could overpower you easily, and he knew this, but he held back so you’d think it was a fair fight. He let go suddenly and you fell forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as he caught you. You stared at each other for a moment, breathily heavily as he tightened his grip on your waist.

“What am I gonna get?” Peter asked through labored breaths. Your eyes flicked to his lips before going back to his eyes as a wicked smile tugged at your lips.

“Water in your ear.” You answered as you jumped back from him. As soon as you let go, you splashed him again before swimming away.

“You did it.” Peter laughed sadly as he wiped the water from his eyes. “You got me.”

~

“Incoming!” Peter exclaimed as he swung into the alleyway, kicking the robber you’d been chasing in the chest at full speed.

“Oh no.” The man grunted as he got up from the floor. “It’s that one guy.”

“Is it though?” Peter tilted his head to the side. As if on cue, you dropped down on the other side of the robber and waved.

“Hey!” You chirped. “How’s it going?”

Before he could answer, you kicked his wrist, making him drop his backpack full of the stolen money.

“Oops! My bad!” You feigned a sad face.

“I’ll take that.” Peter shot a web at the bag and pulled it towards himself.

“You bitch!” The man exclaimed as he held he wrist.

“Hey!” Peter shouted. “That’s now how you talk to women.”

Peter kicked the man towards you and you caught him, quickly squeezing his shoulders and sending all the pain in your body into the man. The man groaned in pain as Peter shot a web at the mans gun.

“Let me get this off your hands.” Peter said as he pulled the gun out of the mans hand. The man made an angry face at Peter, who kept himself from laughing.

“Woah, fine. You can have it back.” Peter let go of the web and the gun came flying back, smacking the robber in the face and knocking him out.

“I genuinely didn’t mean to do that.” Peter gulped as the man fell to the floor.

“Nice work.” You laughed as you stepped over the limp body. “Let’s move.”

Peter webbed up the robber and threw him over his shoulder as you collected the bag and the gun. You walked back towards the bank, where you found police at the scene.

“Here you go.” You smiled sweetly as you handed a cop the items. “Hope you boys had a nice night.”

Peter turned the robber over to the police, smiling a little at what you said.

“Don’t tease the police men, peaches.” He whispered in your ear as you walked back towards the tower. “It’s not their fault they’re lame.”

You laughed at his joke and felt your hand brush against his. The bumped into each other one more time before you pulled your hand away and pretended to scratch your head.

“Um, do you want to watch a movie when we get back?” You suggested to distract from the awkwardness of the near hand holding. “I’m cool with watching the nerd shit you like.”

“Yeah, sure.” Peter nodded, disappointed once again. “And it’s not nerd shit. It’s science fiction.”

“We are saying the same words.” You teased, keeping your hands busy so the couldn’t touch his.

“Hey, I don’t rip on you when you watch those little romantic comedies.” Peter retorted.

“I’ll say it again, if you gave 13 Going On 30 a chance-“

“I know, I know.” He rolled your eyes. “I’d love it and I’d be a better person for watching it. You tell me all the time.”

“Because it’s true!” You exclaimed. “And you still refuse to watch it.”

“How about we watch it tonight, peaches?” Peter suggested as he rubbed your arm. “Maybe I’d like it better if you watched it with me.”

“Okay.” You smiled as you stepped away from his touch. “It’s a date.”

Peter nodded as he felt confusion sink in. Your words and actions always said entirely different things.

“I’ll meet you in the theater at 10. I think we both could use a shower.” Peter changed the subject before he could think too deeply into it.

“Why don’t you just meet me in the shower then?” You shrugged as you looked at him. Peter immediately stopped walking and turned bright red under his mask.

“What?” He squeaked.

“I’m kidding. God, you’re such a pervert.” You said playfully as you winked at him.

“What a tease.” Peter clicked his tongue as he shook his head.

“You know it.” You chuckled. “See you at 10.”

~later~

“Hey. Popcorn?” You held up a bowl of popcorn as you slid next to Peter on the couch.

“You think of everything.” He smiled gratefully at you as he took a few pieces.

“Just like how you thought about me in the shower.” You said casually as you popped some pieces in your mouth.

“I did not.” Peter insisted as he stole more popcorn.

“No, yeah, I believe you.” You smirked a little, layering on the sarcasm.

“Stop it. You’re mean.” Peter pouted as he rested his head on your shoulder. You tensed you for a moment as you felt the wear and tear from his day leave his body and go into yours. You had to admit, the contact was nice, but you knew it couldn’t last.

“Excuse me. I’m not a pillow.” You joked as you moved your shoulder out from under him. He picked his head up as he took your hint, feeling a familiar sadness settle into his bones with your rejection. He cut his losses and picked up the remote, pretending to take total interest in the TV to distract himself from his emotions.

“So uh, Star Wars?” He asked with a weak voice.

“Star Wars.” You nodded, pretending not to notice the forlorn look on his face.

An hour or so into the movie, Peter noticed you trying to keep yourself awake. Your head would droop occasionally as your eyelids grew heavy. Every time your head almost fell on Peters shoulder, you quickly caught yourself and sat up.

“What’s wrong with you?” Peter asked after the fourth time your head almost touched him.

“What do you mean?” You looked at him curiously.

“You don’t have to sit up that straight of you’re tired.” He said softly. “You can lean into me, you know. I don’t bite.”

“I’m good.” You told him. “I don’t want to smother you.”

“You won’t smother me.” He laughed gently as he gazed at you.

“I’m okay.” You repeated, keeping your eyes ahead.

“Okay.” Peter didn’t want to push you. He turned his gaze back to the movie, but he couldn’t focus at all. It was another day of being left in the dark about how you felt, and it was starting to weigh him down. He shot one more look at you before watching the rest of the movie in silence.

You, Peter, and Bucky sat in the kitchen the following morning, zero conversation between the three of you. Peter’s ego was still bruised from the night before, so he wasn’t particularly thrilled about speaking to you. He knew it was dumb to hold a grudge, but he was hurting. To make himself look busy, he focused on chopping up vegetables so he didn’t have to look at you.

You were too concerned with the soft winces and sighs that were coming from Bucky to realize Peter was ignoring you. By the fourth time Bucky sighed, you opened your mouth.

“You okay?” You asked as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“I’m fine.” He grumbled. “Just some Phantom limb pain.”

“Mind if I…” You held up your hand to ask silently. Bucky looked at your hand hesitantly before nodded. You rested your hand on his residual limb and shut your eyes, slowly taking his pain. He cracked the faintest hint of a smile as the pain left his body, all of this taking place under Peter’s watchful eye.

“Thanks.” He said stiffly once you withdrew your hand.

“Anytime.” You smiled at him. He nodded at you before leaving the kitchen altogether. Once he was gone, Peter continued chopping the vegetables.

“That was nice of you. Are you guys close?” Peter asked without looking up.

“Not really.” You shrugged. “I take his pain sometimes when he comes to me for help.

“Hm.” Peter’s lips folded in a tight line as he continued chopping.

“What?” You scoffed a little at his strange reaction.

“He never asks people for help, much less for comfort. He must really like you.” Peter shrugged bitterly and he began to chop faster.

“Really?” You smiled a little. “You think Bucky likes me?”

“Do you want him to like you?” Peter asked quietly, finding himself in a worse mood than when the conversation started.

“I don’t know. I guess it would just be kinda cool, you know?” You laughed as you rubbed your arms. “I’m not the one people usually crush on.”

The was the final straw for Peter, his anger making him drop the knife with a loud clang.

“Maybe because you don’t let anyone in.” He snapped, causing you to jump.

“Excuse me?” You furrowed your eyebrows at his sudden outburst.

“How come you never let me touch you unless you’re healing me?” He asked, voice shaking as his emotions boiled to the surface.

“What?” You blinked a few times in surprise as you realized Peter was aware of how you distanced yourself from him. You always thought your blockades and barriers went over his head, and the fact that he knew you were doing it plagued you with guilt.

“You’re always right there.” Peter shook his head as he walked over to you. “We hover and dance around each other, but we don’t touch. Why do we do that? Why don’t we make contact?”

Peter was right in front of you now, close enough that if he took a deep breath, your chests would touch.

“Because I don’t want to hurt you, Peter.” You mumbled as you adverted your eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t just take pain away.” You spoke as you looked up at him. “I can also administer it. If I wanted to, I could kill someone with just one touch. What if I lost control of my powers and hurt you? I could never live with myself.”

“You have great control of your powers.” Peter protested. When he saw that you were unconvinced, he held up a hand. “You wouldn’t hurt me, see?”

You stared at his hand for a moment, wanting more than anything to touch it. You held up your hand as well, reaching towards Peter’s before drawing back.

“All it takes is one time, Peter.” You looked at him fearfully. “I’m a walking hazard. I just want to minimize the casualties.”

“I’d risk it.” He pleaded as his fingers twitched, aching to touch you. You looked at his hand again before dropping yours to your side.

“I wouldn’t.”

~

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[youryanderedaddy]

Love Fuel

Summary: You were Jason’s first love before you broke his heart and rejected him. It’s all your fault that he can’t move on.

Tw: female reader, obsessive behavior, incel behavior, nice guy behavior, self - hatred, threats of non-con, implied non - con, implied masturbation, bullying based on appearance (not reader), deregatory language, kidnapping, misogyny, generalizations, stalking

this is a hot mess but its 1 am and i am tired, ik that incels are bad irl (obviously), but this is fiction and I kinda wanted to explore the dynamic and shit. 

Everyone used to call him JJ or The-Big-Jay back in high school. Well, most of the time his classmates weren’t really calling out to him or even talking to him, the names were whispered behind his back, after he had just passed the hallway, or on bad days - right to his face. The jocks, these dumb motherfuckers, would beat him up, mock him for whatever stupid reasons they had chosen to use as an excuse to torment the smaller and weaker. The popular girls would giggle like brainless bimbos as Kyle or Brad or any other football player stole his glasses or continuously punched him in the guts until he threw up all over the floor. Even the nerds, the kids at the bottom of the school hierarchy, messed with Jason from time to time when they wanted to feel the oh - so desired rush of power they so rarely managed to experience. 

Looking back, Jason could see why his classmates hated him so much - he was everything that society deemed as wrong and unattractive. He was thin, pale, “scrawny” as the others called him, on the shorter side, and on top of that the teen was terribly shy and introverted, never having the guts to stand up to his bullies or even tell someone about the abuse. The male spent most of his free time at home, playing hours upon hours of video games, watching anime and reading books he was simply too young to understand or look critically at. As he grew older, the man began to view the world as it trully was - a dark, miserable place that ate up sore losers like him. Men were primitive and foolish, which somehow managed to soften their faults. Women, on the other hand, were  calculative and manipulative, greedy and sinful. His whole life they had done nothing but reject him when he needed love and support the most. Of course, there were many other reason why the brunette detested the weaker sex. In his eyes women were evil two - faced sluts, showing off their bodies yet acting innocent and hurt once someone finally decided to use them for the only thing they were actually good for.

But you Jason hated the most. You reminded him that no matter how much he hated the outside world, he would always hate himself the most. He had to admit you were pretty, painfully so, with a perfect little body to match your looks and a sweet sugary smile that almost deceived him years ago. As much as the man regretted his weakness, he had fallen right into your trap at the time.

You weren’t the most popular girl, but you had your fair share of friends, all nice and loyal like puppies. You weren’t the smartest either, but unlike the other stupid giggling sluts you always tried to do your best. You were beautiful just like them but you were actually kind to the pathetic bullied kid no one else bothered to acknowledge even existed outside of being a punching bag. You always asked him whether he was alright and often took him to the infirmary when he looked paler and sicker than usual. You talked to him as if he was a normal human being and despite the initial doubt, Jason appreciated it. 

It was the last day of your senior year when the teen finally gained the courage to confess. He was shaking the whole time and by the end of his little speech there were small tears in the corner of his eye. You were the first girl the male cared about, the first one to show him kindness, to offer him friendship without asking for something in return. You were the only one who could make him feel deserving of love, worthy of affection. And then you took it all away in a matter of seconds.

“I am sorry, bud.” You had said that day after giving him a  half - hearted hug and an apologetic smile, that started to seem more and more like a mocking grin the longer the teen started at you. “I already have a boyfriend, but I am really flattered. I am sure that you will find a lovely girl once you start college.” You had added quickly, cheerfully, rubbing the salt all over his wounds, honey dripping from your plump red lips. He had wanted to kiss them, bruise them, bite them until your stupid lying mouth was filled with blood. Obviously you didn’t have a boyfriend or he would have known by now, he stalked your social media religiously after all. Even if you had one, he probably treated you like shit. And how could you even suggest him finding another woman? As if he wanted any of the stupid money - grabbing sluts out there. As if some of them could replace you.

The boy was too furious to form a proper response besides “Fuck you, bitch”. His cheeks turned red and he didn’t realise that the bitter words had escaped his lips before he could stop them, then his legs took him far away from that shithole of a school. He didn’t manage to see your reaction before running away but it didn’t matter anymore. You were just like the others. 

***

That day Jason swore to show you just how small and insignificant you had made him feel. He wanted to see you crumble, cry and beg for forgiveness, desperate for his love but never good enough to get it. The man formed a plan to change himself and come back for you once he had erased each and every trace of his past. The brunette came to terms with his terrible social anxiety and decided that he needed to gain social abilities more than anything. That’s why, as much as he dreamt of working from home as a boring programmer with an even more boring, but flexible working schelude, the male chose to study something that involved a lot more human interactions. The next step was to hit the gym for the first time and get a monthly subscription. It wasn’t hard to see that females nowadays liked brain - dead athletes with defined jawline and cheekbones, toned chests and strong muscled bodies, so if he wanted to impress you, he had to look his best. It wasn’t easy at first - it felt like everyone in the fitness salon had their eyes on his weak frame, laughing and pointing their fingers at his imperfections, but things gradually got better as time went on. The trainings became easier to get through and from time to time they even helped the man forget about his loneliness and nihilism. 

Jason soon returned to his old habbit of spending hours looking through your accounts - Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, he knew all of your usernames, each post, every picture and text. He couldn’t believe how much of a desperate attention whore you had become over the years. The male remembered you in your long brown skirts, cozy sweatshirts and pure-white shirts, all the gray buttons closed to the very top, blushing, laughing, smiling like the adorable Goody-two-shoes you were. Now you were smirking seductively in every photo, overconfident and vibrant, flaunting your tits for every man to see and wearing tight little dresses that barelly covered your ass combined with heels so high and sharp they could be used as a weapon. You were such a stupid slut it was disgusting, and he couldn’t stop himself from jerking off every single time he saw your pretty little face on the screen. He wanted to cum down your throat so badly it was ridiculous, and even after knowing that you had probably already had hundreds of cocks shoved deep inside your pussy, the brunette still wished to see you split open on his, taking his lenght like a good little cocksleeve. 

***

The moment when he could see you again finally came. How many years had passed since graduation - five, ten, fifthteen? It hardly mattered. Jason was successful, at last. The male had his own business that was doing surprisingly well, there were some guys from the gym he could call friends and the best thing, he looked absolutely unrecognizable. There was nothing left of the tiny scrawny kid with quiet voice that everyone stepped over, he was now replaced by a strong capable man, determined to get what was rightfully his and his alone.

It wasn’t hard to find you since the brunette knew everything about you - where your job was, what time you finished, how long it took you to go home and what path you took. You lived alone and worked as a barista in a small local cafe even now that you had finished your studies in your dream faculty. Turns out the princess wasn’t so great and smart after all, having to resort to working a minimal - wage job day and night just to be able to pay her rent. Jason was absolutely delighted though, he loved your stupid dead - end job and your endless struggles to survive in the materialistic world honestly and fairly without selling yourself like a common whore. On one hand the male was happy that you had clung onto your last bit of innocence and on the other your pitiful lifestyle gave him the chance to snatch you away much easier. And that’s exactly what he did.

 ***

You woke up confused just like he had expected, bombarding him with questions, asking him who he was was, begging him to let you go, to at least explain what’s happening. You were so dumb, but God, you were still so pretty, if not prettier than before. You cried so beautifully when Jason told you you belonged to him now and you cried even more when he slammed his cold rough lips over yours in a deep wet kiss. You whimpered and whined while the male sucked on your lower lip and bit down, good, he wanted it to hurt. The stalker couldn’t wait to be inside you, he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

He climbed on top of you and pinned your wrists to the floor before tying them up with delicate red rope and tightening it. It wasn’t like the man was scared of you slipping away and hurting him, you were too weak and tiny to stand a chance against his years of power - lifting and muscle - training anyways, he just wanted you to be as uncomfortable and squirmish as possible. Your tormentor wished for you to be in worse pain than he had been during his youthful years, and he knew exactly what to do. Next thing you knew Jason had ripped your dress apart, leaving you vulnerable and exposed in just your plain old panties and bra. Cold shivers ran down your spine when the chilly air hit your naked flesh and you finally realized there wasn’t getting away from this. You had to stay there, limbs bound together, unable to move or fight back, the stranger’s hands caressing your neck before moving dangerously close to your clothed breasts. You felt so sick you were going to throw up for sure if your abductor didn’t step back so you decided to use your last resort.

“Jason, please stop!” You screamed out of the blue, forcing the brunette to freeze instantly at the use of his birth name. You had already called him a pervert and a psycho which didn’t seem to faze him, but the name clearly caught him off guard. This only seemed to prove your theory further - the man really was your former classmate, despite the only similarity between them being the dark distant look in his eyes. “I beg you, don’t hurt me!” You continued, hoping to at least buy yourself more time before the assault took place. 

He gulped loudly and stared at your quivering form. The impossible had happened, you had recognized him and now together with fear, there was also pity in your gaze, the one emotion your captor absolutely despised. You used to be the only one who pitied him, and even now that he was bigger, better and stronger than before, you still had the guts to pity him. It drove him insane but any attempt to hurt or touch you was fruitless now - your soft skin was suddenly burning his fingers like hellfire. 

“You must be thinking that I am a monster.” Jason started out dryly, chuckling bitterly, humorlessly even. He clenched his fists unconsciously and brought them to the floor in a fit of rage, missing your head by mere inches. Your heart was beating like crazy and you only hoped the mandman couldn’t hear it. “A freak.” The man spat out the word like it was a curse and for a split second his eyes softened before turning into two spinning torches. “Right?” You were sure that if looks could kill, his would have you dead by the end of the night so you quickly nodded your head no.

“You are lying to me again, pretty girl.” The brunette replied feisty, "pretty” rolling off his tongue like an insult. Then he broke into hoarse maniac laugher and lowered his head so his face leveled up with yours, so close you could feel his warm breath on your tear - stained cheek. “When I am done with you, you wouldn’t be so pretty anymore, darling.” Your captor growled and attacked your neck, sinking his teeth deep into the flesh. “You will see exaclty how ugly my love is.”

[nothing-but-dreamy]

COMBAT TRAINING WITH LEON

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Words: 1.369

Warnings: none, fluff

Synopsis: You want to improve your combat skills, so you asked Leon. You just never expected such a developing

"Again!", the deep voice demanded serious, getting ready for the next attempt. His muscles were tense, his fists raised to defend himself. His pulse was still steady even if he was already sweaty.

You on the other hand were quite the opposite. You just laid on the mat on your back, trying to catch your breath while you stared at the ceiling of the gym.

Yes, it had been your idea to improve your combat skills.

Yes, it had been your idea to ask Leon to train with you.

And yes, you were aware that this close physical interaction wasn't helpful for the crush you had developed on Leon but you also enjoyed it to be this close to a man you knew you had no chance with.

Somehow, you had the feeling that Leon S. Kennedy seemed to enjoy it to see you suffer. As you laid still motionless on the ground, covered in your own sweat, Leon appeared in your field of view. Like a god, he towered over you, looking down amused, "You're done with relaxing, sweetheart? Can we continue?", he asked and offered you his hand to get up.

Smirking, you ignored his help to jump on your feet in a swift move. You looked challenging up into Leon's eyes, "Let us continue."

Leon nodded with a grin, impressed about your perseverance and will to get better. You got ready and Leon considered his next step carefully. You were already good and Leon wanted to show you a few tricks without telling you them. In his eyes it would be more effective if you learned them on your own.

You watched Leon's moves closely as he stepped to your right with slow, calculated side steps. You had an idea what he was about to do and so, you stepped back. As Leon stepped forward to launch an attack, you rushed towards him, dodging his punch to get to his side. With this momentum, you stepped on his thigh with your right foot to climb on him before you flung your left leg around his neck. You expected him to grab you and as he did exactly that, you used the swing to push against his chest to get him off balance.

In the next moment, you found yourself pinning Leon on the floor with your hands pressing against his shoulders, your faces just inches away from each other. Both of you were breathless and surprised. You grinned triumphantly as you realized that you had brought Leon Kennedy on the mat just to notice then HOW you were sitting on top of him: straddling his crotch with your legs.

As Leon saw the realization seeking into your face, he started to smirk slowly. He liked the sight of your cheeks turning bright pink which was not just a reaction of the combat activities. Leon knew you as cheeky and feisty but now, you were flustered and unable to say something. He took advantage of all this, "Well, yn, I have to admit, this isn't the baddest position I have ever been.", Leon whispered raspy, letting his eyes roam over your face and body.

Leon's intense glance made you nervous. His flirty remark and that you were still sitting on top of him weren't also helpful for you to ignore the building heat in your body. You tried to get up but Leon's strong hands were cupping your face, his fingers intertwined with your loosened hair, to keep you in place. Maybe he wanted to say something, maybe not, you would never know it. The moment you felt his lips against yours, it didn't matter anyway.

Leon's lips were softer than you had imagined. They were warm and strong. The kiss made you feel wanted by him. As if only you were important in this moment. Just the two of you existed. As his tongue slowly ran over your button lip, you almost lost your mind about this crazy situation.

Leon left your lips and you were already missing them. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. With closed eyes and a shaky breath, you whispered: "Are you doing that with all your sparring partners?"

Leon waited with his answer until you looked at him, "Just with the really cute ones.", he said and winked, smirking again with his signature smile.

You sighed and rolled with your eyes. This answer gave your mind the right kick to stand up from him finally because this was the flirty womanizer you knew. To give yourself a break to process what just had happened, you walked to your bag for some water.

Leon followed your lead and jumped back on his feet. With slow moves, he approached you to lean with his shoulder against the wall with crossed arms while you looked questioningly up at the man with the handsome face who just stared at you with an unreadable expression, "What?", you asked as he stayed provokingly silent.

"You liked that kiss, didn't you? I mean, I enjoyed it very much.", he said low, coming a bit closer.

You couldn't look at him. That he kissed you was what you had dreamed of but you weren't sure if he was just playing or... "As if.", you whispered insecurely.

Leon was surprised to see you like this. Somehow, he had expected a different reaction from you. For some time, he had searched for a way to get closer to you. That you asked him to train with you was the perfect opportunity. Had he been so wrong? All the signs he had noticed from you had told him everything he had to know to make this step, "Go out with me. Please."

You looked up, shock and surprise mirrored in your eyes, "W-what? Are you kidding me?"

Leon smiled softly, shaking his head, "I'm not kidding.", as he saw your doubtful expression, he leant forward, "Okay, here's the deal: bring me down two more times and we go out. What do you say? It will be your reward for beating me."

You looked into his eyes, "And what if I can't bring you down?", you asked, smirking with one raised brow, slowly getting yourself back under control.

"Then, we have to train until you can do it.", Leon answered, smirking. As he saw your eyes sparkle with excitement, he knew he had understood everything right.

Twenty minutes later, once again, Leon laid on his back with you on top of him. It was the third time and he liked the view already.

You were a bit mad as you understood what he had done. It wasn't that hard to see. You had noticed his slower moves and the less force, "Fuck, damnit! You let me win!", you called out breathlessly.

"W-what? Me? No...way.", Leon said innocently, trying to sound convincing but his smirk betrayed him.

"Leon!", you called out reproachfully, pushing against his chest and trying to stand up.

Leon snaked his arms around your waist preventing you from getting away from him and keeping you in place, "Sue me but I really wanna go out with you."

You leant down, stopping inches over his lips. You were craving to feel them again. You noticed how his eyes flickered down to your lips. He wanted the same and shot butterflies through your body just with the way he looked at you.

You placed your hands on his muscled chest, feeling his fastening heartbeat. Appreciatively, you roamed over his body with your hands while you were under his observing glance, "You played dirty.", you pointed out while feeling his abs under your fingertips, tracing along the lines.

The way you admired him was everything he needed. Everything he wanted. Before you could tell what happened, Leon tightened the grip around your frame, rolled around with you until he was hovering above you, lying between your legs, "Of course, I played dirty and it was totally worth it.", Leon breathed, sensually.

"Ugh.", you groaned playfully annoyed but still chuckling, rolling with your eyes before you grabbed the fabric of Leon’s shirt to pull him into a hungry kiss. Never in his life, Leon gave in so quickly. Just relishing the moment.

[dandelionflower]

I saw on one of your post that said to send you prompts sooo... can I request A childhood friend AU either Felix or Marinette moves away and then reuniting in college in France at age 14 in Felix's school with the Quantic Kids.

It was a pretty normal day, which probably meant something was going to happen. If it wasn’t a normal day, something was bound to happen as well; life in Paris hadn’t been normal in months. It being a normal day meant that Marinette was late. Super late. Way, way, so very late she might as well be early for the next thing kind of late. So late that- (oh, she’s beginning to catch onto why she’s so late.)

She knew even as she was shoving toothpaste into her bag for Tikki and brushing her teeth with frosting (wait, switch that) that she would be late, and her erratic movements were enough to convince her parents to write her an excuse. Not that anyone could blame her; she had to deal with three akumas in one night. Three akumas. Who could blame her, or anyone for that matter, for being late when there were three emotionally-stunted teens each wreaking havoc upon the city? It was a wonder that anyone else got to class on time, except for Alya, who Marinette was pretty sure didn’t sleep.

Marinette kissed both parents goodbye, thanking them again for the excuse note. They shoved a box of pastries into her hands, as was their habit whenever she didn’t leave school fast enough.

They had done it since her first day at her new school, when she was tiny and frightened of new people; having the same best friend since birth would do that. Her father had shoved a box of macaroons in her arms and her mother placed a bracing arm on her back. They told her what to do and she tried her hardest to follow their instructions, standing up straight at the front of the class, introducing herself, and offering cookies. Unfortunately, that was the same day Chloe Bourgeois was joining public school, and compared to cookies, her offer of money to ten year-olds wasn’t all that effective. And Chloe was excellent at holding a grudge.

Of course, she ended up with friends: Alya, Nino, Adrien, and everyone in art class, but it was hard to go about her first couple years of school without anyone in her corner. Becoming Ladybug really gave her the boost of confidence she needed to break out of her shell and make new friends, and now she had a whole class full.

She stopped in the classroom to put her stuff away, pausing for a second to breathe. How was she out of shape? She’s Ladybug, for heavens’ sakes! Those three akumas really took it out of her. Luckily enough, she had gym class up next. (Can you hear the sarcasm?)

“Girl! Where have you been?” Alya smiled up at her from where she was stretching her hamstrings.

“Sorry Alya, slept in too much.” She fell into place beside her, choosing one of the more advanced stretches to accomplish instead. “Three akumas yesterday; couldn’t get much sleep.”

“You need to get over yourself, Mari. Ladybug and Chat Noir always win against the akumas, this fear of yours is ridiculous.” Alya glanced at her with an incredulous look, but when she saw her intense yoga pose, the look shifted and she yelled over her shoulder. “Adrien! Get over here! Marinette’s doing her physics-defying stuff again!”

Adrien joined them, laughing at Alya’s exaggerated despair. “It’s really not that hard. You just have to-” He fell into the position easily and began matching her movements. “There.”

“How on EARTH?” Alya shrieked and threw herself to the right, toppling into Nino, who was in a shaky warrior two. They ended up in a heap on the floor, Alya staring in horror at the two still upright and Nino staring bewildered at his girlfriend. “How are you two doing that?”

“Well, I don’t know about Marinette,” Adrien moved into an upward dog, “but father insisted that I be physically active in some way and my mother used to do yoga. So I picked it up.”

Nino leaned close to Alya’s ear. “I’m not sure whether to add this to the ‘reasons Gabriel sucks’ list or be happy he has this thing with his mom.”

“Both I guess?”

“What about you Marinette?” He moved into a handstand-like position. “Why do you know all this stuff?”

My superhero moonlighting requires me to be as stretchy as a rubber band, so my partner, who is also a furry, taught me yoga. “My first best friend and I learned tai chi, and this just felt like the next step.” Not a lie, just not why she chose yoga.

“Okay, you’re fine.” Alya pointed a finger between them both. “But next time you do something weird, I’m starting a cryptid blog about you.”

“You don’t have the guts.” Marinette leaned in and Adrien flipped down to join her. It felt familiar, like deja vu; not her crush, she killed that with fire once he started dating Kagami.

“Heey!” Nino opened his arms in front of them. “Let’s change the subject, what about that new student?”

“There’s a new student?” Marinette turned to the rest of the class, who were all stretching dutifully. No new faces whatsoever. “Where are they?”

“Not here, he went to the office over a scheduling conflict. Seems like a jerk.” Alya pulled an arm behind her head, glaring with derision in the direction of the office.

“Alya, don’t.” Adrien nudged her with a foot. “First impressions don’t mean anything, right Marinette?” He shot her a playful glance.

“Don’t remind me.”

“That one was a misunderstanding. Mister Ice Cold over there doesn’t even say a word, just nods and walks into the back of the class. At least Adrien did something and he asked for forgiveness afterwards. Frosty doesn’t even look at us.” With that final comment, Alya joined the rest of the class in dodgeball.

“Is she alright?” Adrien side-eyed her.

“Yeah, she just really hates people acting superior to her. Let’s go.” Marinette shrugged it off and joined her in picking teams.

Dodgeball was a mess; it always was. The entirety of the class had been akumatized at one point, and some of the strategic prowess remained. Marinette’s team always won, which everyone attributed to her agility, but it was really that Ladybug had more practice in strategy. The only way the teams could be considered even was if Adrien was against her.

She still won; she always won. When it was all over, each team, sweating and exhausted, gravitated to the center line to shake hands and congratulate one another on a game well played. Adrien met her in the middle with a weary smirk. His hair was disheveled, but there was a spark in his eyes that made him seem more familiar than he already was.

“I almost got you that time.” He gripped her hand tight.

“All that training with Kagami is really upping your game.” She quipped, shaking his hand. “Better luck next time.”

With that promise of another match, everyone vacated the gym to the locker rooms, where Alya continued to warn Marinette against the new student.

“Even Chloe doesn’t like him and he seems like the kind of rich boy that would be right up her alley.”

“Alya, I get it. You aren’t the new guy’s biggest fan.”

“And the feeling’s mutual too.” She griped.

“So just don’t talk to him; it works with Chloe. Why not this guy too?” She wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her to their desk.

“Fine, but I don’t have to like it.”

“You don’t have to like him either.” She pulled out her notebook and began writing down the date.

Before Alya could make another passive aggressive comment about the mystery new boy, Miss Bustier walked in, the usual skip in her step. “Class, I know I already introduced you to our new student but since some of us weren’t here for the first period,” Marinette ducked her head with a sheepish smile, “I’ve decided there’s nothing better than a redo. So, here’s Mister Culpa, introducing himself again.”

Culpa?

A boy with pale blond hair and paler skin strode into the room. He wore what could only be called business-casual, all monochrome. His eyes were a one-in-a-million breathtaking ice blue.

Culpa?

“Hello.” His eyes scanned the room emotionlessly. “As I previously said, my name is Felix Culpa and I am from-” He stopped when he reached her. “Nette?”

“Felix.” She breathed, barely even daring to say it louder, lest he disappear.

He was a blur, climbing the steps and reaching her in the time it took her to stand. There were no words when they hugged, other than the other’s name. She was on the tips of her toes, pressing her forehead to his collarbone. Felix got tall.

“I missed you.” He whispered, squeezing just a little tighter.

“I missed you too.” She laughed, pulling back to see his face. He was crying. She was crying.

“What in Ladybug’s name is happening?” Alya’s shout broke them from whatever pocket dimension they were inhabiting together. “You two know each other?”

“Alya, this is Felix.” She turned to look at her, hand still on Felix’s shoulder. “He was my best friend from birth to ten.”

“Was?” He bumped her hip with his. “Didn’t know I’ve been replaced, Netta.”

“I couldn’t contact you after I moved! I was ten and your mom never told us what her new number was.” She punched his elbow. “What are you doing here?”

“My family moved. I didn’t know you were in this area too; imagine my surprise when I see what the current events in Paris are and find out that there are superheroes and my best friend is now a borderline celebrity.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

“We have to catch up some time.” She grabbed his arm.

“Certainly, maybe not here and now, though.” He gestures to the class around them, avidly watching the exchange.

“Right.” She released his arm and rubbed the back of her head awkwardly. “Coffee and macarons later then? My place?”

“I would like nothing more.” He quirked a smile that would seem tiny to anyone else, but to Marinette was as bright as the sun. “Until then.” Felix squeezed her hand and moved to the back of the class with a little wave.

She returned it, a goofy smile definitely on her face as she sat back down.

“Well,” Miss Bustier coughed, “since Felix has been so thoroughly introduced to everyone else, I suppose I should start the lesson.” And she dove into a spiel about the first World War.

“Dang, girl. Is it just me, or do you have a date after class?” Alya whispered to her from behind her textbook.

“It’s not a date! We’re just catching up.”

“Sure.”

She spared a quick glance at Felix, who was nose-deep in his book, just like when they were kids. He had such sharp features, and upon reconsideration, his eyes looked even more beautiful than she remembered. Felix grew up just fine without her. Really fine, in fact.

It took Marinette a couple seconds to realize she was staring, and when she did, her head turned back to the front of the room so fast she swore she heard a snap.

This was... going to be complicated.

[melliflovs]

Sparring Match - Gojo x Reader

Word Count: 1,195

Warnings: Sweaty!Gojo

Summary: Your usual daily workout gets interrupted by your elusive Sensei

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing for jujutsu kaisen so please be kind and expect a smutty second chapter to this soon!

"Why do you always work out after class, you're already top of our year." Yuji asked as he walked alongside you, arm loosely hung around your shoulder.

You shrugged lightly, gripping your gym bag in your hand, "I'm not like you guys, I have no special powers. I can see curses but aside from that, I'm normal. I need to keep sharp to stay alive, you know that." It was true. Nothing about you set you apart from the average pedestrian. You'd been thrown into this life after a grade three curse had attacked at a school football game. It'd done minor damage and a certain boy with spikey black hair and demon dogs had shown up to deal with it. The only thing that made you different was that you could see the slug-like creature crawling up and down the field looking for someone to latch onto.

After that, you saw curses everywhere you went. Crawling up buildings, attached to people, it'd turned your life upsidedown. Eventually, you'd sought out Megumi, looking for answers and help. Now you were climbing up the ranks quickly based on quick thinking and strategy. It'd caught the eyes of many of your superiors as well as Yuji, your newly proclaimed best friend.

"That's not true" He groaned, stopping you in front of your destination, "You're so much more than all of us, everyone sees it. You're probably the strongest one here, you just don't know it yet, (y/n)."

A blush dusted your cheeks "Thanks Itadori, but not all of us can punch holes through walls like you." He smiled lightly at you, reaching down to ruffle your hair with a grin. "I'll see you later, kid." He grinned before turning to walk away down the hallway and towards his dorm.

"I'm older than you!" You yelled towards his retreating figure, you watched as he turned, walking backward "Yet you still love me."

Finally, you turned towards the gym door, opening it to begin your daily workout. Almost every day the gym was empty, free for you to do whatever you wished. Lately, you'd been working on kickboxing and defensive maneuvers. You had to stay sharp, one slip up could cost you your life at the hands of a nasty curse. The thought only made your resolve stronger as you entered the room. Although you suddenly found yourself distracted at the sight of your Sensei.

Shirtless.

To be honest, you'd spent little time outside of class together, Gojo got along well with his other students but seemingly avoided you. He often didn't take you out for missions like he did Yuji or Megumi and didn't greet you in the hallways in passing. Yet you couldn't help but let your eyes linger on his body as he kicked and hit the punching bag.

His white hair swayed with every movement, his back turned to you, muscles tensing with every throw. You felt almost entranced as you watched his shoulder blades move and listened to the small grunts leave his mouth as he slowly exhausted himself.

All the times you'd seen Gojo 'fight' he was using his powers. Always so teasing and calm even in the face of special grade curses. But what you were witnessing was so different. Gojo seemed frustrated as he threw punch after punch, sweat beginning to drip off his hair in little droplets. God knows how long he'd been in here.

For a moment Gojo stilled, wiping his face with his hands as he straightened out his back. "Enjoying the show?"

You looked down at the floor in shame, bending down to remove your shoes to step on the mats, hiding your red cheeks from your superior. "I'm sorry Sensei, I've just never seen you in here before."

You could hear him scoff from the other side of the room. By the time you'd unlaced your shoes and looked up again he was facing you. His blindfold was off and you felt your breath catch your throat, his piercing blue eyes looking at you in amusement. "I know you come here a lot, I can leave if you'd like the space to yourself."

You stood up, bowing slightly toward him as you stepped onto the mat. "That's not necessary sensei."

Gojo let out a chuckle, turning back to the punching bag and letting his knuckles brush across the red canvas material. "We're not in class right now, no need to be so formal (y/n). Call me Gojo."

You hesitated for a moment. Something about calling your teacher by his name felt off but regardless you let it roll off your tongue. "Okay...Gojo."

With that a comfortable silence blanketed you two, both individually continuing your workouts. The only sounds leaving Gojo's lips as his hits continued to echo against the punching bag. His presence was a calming one and you found it increasingly harder to not turn to look at him. But you had a task at hand, you needed to stay on top, and with that, you entered the basic fighting stance and started swinging at your own punching bag.

Thirty minutes had gone by and you could feel your sensei's eyes on you, Gojo's eyes. You tried to pay it no mind until he walked up behind you, "You're doing it wrong."

You stilled for a minute before going to turn, "What-" He cut you off by putting his hands on your hips. He bit his lip as he looked down, his brows furrowing in concentration.

"If you stand like this." He paused, adjusting your feet with his own, "You'll be able to pull your arm back without leaving the rest of your body so exposed as well as getting a stronger punch."

You could feel his breath on your neck as he moved you, and the warmth of his hands on your hips was dizzying. You longed to feel more of it. Your cheeks heating up at the obscene idea growing in your head.

What if that warmth was all over your body.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when he removed his hands, stepping back with a small smile. "Try hitting it now."

With a nod you stepped forward, twisting your body and extending your arm, letting out a grunt similar to Gojo's before as your fist made contact with its target. The punching bag moved slightly, more so than before. A smile erupting on your face as you turned towards him. "Thank you Sensei-" You stuttered momentarily at the look on his face, "Gojo. Thank you Gojo."

He smiled at you before reaching into his grey sweatpants for his blindfold and wrapping it back around his face. You almost felt like some of the light had left the room as he covered his eyes. "We should do this again sometime." Gojo said as he reached down to grab his own gym bag, "Maybe next time you can practice on me." He grinned.

You lowered your head again, your smile getting bigger as your blush spread. Nodding shyly at the ground you heard him walk out the door. Hopefully, you'd get a chance to take him up on that offer.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

death wish* matt murdock x reader

+++++++++ Request from @juniebugg : similar to Matt and Elektra in the gym ft Matt's choking kink

thank you again for the request and sorry it took so long. i had no idea how i was gonna write this and then it just hit me and i actually really like the way it came out so i hope you enjoy!

* - there is so little plot to this, i got so carried away omg. we definitely highlighted the choking kink, and maybe a praise kink, and mayhaps use a few pet names (good girl and baby girl) 😅

Song: disappear (remember when) by issues

tag list: @cynic-spirit @juniebugg  +++++++++

"matt what are we doing here?"

i asked, watching him unlock the door. it made me that much more curious that he even had a key to whatever the hell this was.

"i want to show you where i go after work everyday. you said you wanted to know."

i looked around as he stayed by the door, holding his cane to his chest like he usually did.

"this is it, isnt it? where your dad trained?"

i asked, touching the punching bag hanging from the ceiling with the lightest touch. i looked to him and he nodded, walking to me slowly.

"i have an arrangement worked out with the owner and i come as i please. after hours of course."

i stared at him for a moment and a silence hung over the entire room.

"he's part of you ya know."

he raised a brow as i moved to hug the bag close to me, using it as a resting post.

"well he was my father."

i sighed out a short laugh.

"no matt, i mean daredevil."

he drew his brows.

"im not daredevil."

i rolled my eyes, letting the bag go and stepping to him slowly.

"I'm not an idiot matt, i know you sneak out in the middle of the night when you think I'm fast asleep. i don't know exactly what's in that trunk under the stairs but its kind of hard to miss the smell of blood. and even harder to miss the bruises on your face and body you try so hard to hide."

i shook my head, reaching up to touch his face gently and he flinched.

"you cant hide who you are from me Mr. Murdock. i see right through you."

he swallowed hard, tilting his head down as if he were looking at me through his red glasses.

"You always have."

"I think that's why I didn't ask you about it. I wanted you to come to me first. Tell me on your own terms."

He smiled and I smiled back before he leaned down and kissed me gently.

"And you're not mad I'm the devil of hell's kitchen?"

I snorted.

"Of course not. I'm a little concerned maybe but not mad."

"Concerned?"

I looked to the side and picked my words carefully.

"I've heard the stories and I see you limping sometimes. It's not a secret whoever it is you are fighting can throw you around."

He smirked at me.

"Not that I can't handle it. In fact i do a good amount of my own throwing around."

I smiled, amused.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

he challenged. I shook my head, placing my hand on his chest.

"Wanna show me just how much you can do?"

I challenged back and he smirked.

"is this a test? this feels like a test."

i shrugged, tracing my fingers lightly down his chest.

"i dont know, why dont we step into the ring and find out."

"lead the way."

he said and i did as told. i climbed onto the platform and he followed shortly after, leaving his cane by the door.

"so, matt, how much can you really see?"

i tested, squaring up with him, hands in a defensive position.

"enough."

he said and i raised a brow, making an impressed face.

"so if i-?"

i said before throwing a punch, him dodging it with ease and retaliating by pushing me. i huffed before trying again and him repeating the motion. we circled each other for a few moments before he decided to throw one at me, me stepping to the side and both of us laughing.

"something tells me this might go on for a while."

he said a little snarky and i snorted.

"only one way to find out."

i said before throwing another punch. in a second he grabbed my wrist and threw me to the ground. i groaned in pain, looking up at him as he offered his hand to help me back up.

"guess we found out."

he said and i smirked up at him.

"did we?"

i asked, grabbing his hand and yanking him towards me, pushing my foot into his hip and flipping him up over me and onto his back opposite me. i rolled over quickly and got into a new fighting pose, one knee bent and still on the ground and the other leg up with my foot on the ground like someone who is proposing. i had my hands up in a defensive position again. he just groaned, tilting his head back towards me.

"so its gonna be like that."

he stated before rolling over and doing a push up to get to his knees.

"i suppose it is."

i said slyly, dodging his punch and standing quickly. he was just as quick to match me though, grabbing me and flipping us both back onto the ground. he was only on top of me for a few seconds before i flipped him onto his back and straddled him, holding his hands against the mat above his head.

"guess i win."

i said proudly, looking over his face. he clenched his fists twice before he pushed upward and slammed his lips into mine. it took me off guard at first, making me let go of his wrists to kiss him back. he slowly sat us up, not breaking the kiss and i could feel his hands roaming up my back. i hummed against him until we were completely upright and he started kissing across my jaw and down my neck.

"you win."

he whispered against my skin before sucking at my collar bone, holding me against him with one hand and the other traveling up my torso slowly.

"matt."

i moaned as he gripped my breast over my shirt, biting my neck as he did so. i held onto him for dear life as i pressed my hips down against his, tangling my one hand into his hair.

"i need you."

he said, leaning back and pulling my shirt over my head. when it was gone i moved to him to do the same and when it was tossed to the side i pushed him back down onto his back. i kissed down his chest and torso slowly.

"id say this is a pretty good victory."

i said, undoing his pants and he laughed, helping me get them down his thighs.

"one we can share in."

he said with a smirk, tracing his fingers against my ankles as i stood over him and got rid of my own bottoms.

"god i want you so bad."

i said, dropping back down on top of him, kissing him deeply as i ground against him. he was already hard and part of me was proud again for not only pinning him before hand but also getting him worked up that fast.

"then have me."

he whispered against my lips and i sat back up. first i trailed my fingers slowly down his torso, watching his chest rise and fall as his breathing got heavier. then as i got further down i heard his breath hitch in his throat, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

"trophy?"

i asked and he nodded quickly, pushing his hips up against my hand. i smirked before stroking him lightly, watching as his mouth opened a little.

"please."

he gasped, bucking his hips up again as i moved my hand up and down his member.

"i need words matt."

"i need-"

he groaned, squeezing his eyes tight as i continued to tease him slowly.

"i need more."

he pleaded. i let him go and moved to hover over him. his grip loosened a little bit.

"like this?"

i asked before running his tip through my folds, covering it in my slick and sinking down onto him. i dropped all the way down onto him until our hips were pressed against each other and he let out a shaky breath.

"oh my god."

he said, moving his one hand to my stomach. i looked down at him intently as i started moving against him. as i sat up and sank back down onto him his hand got further and further up my body, sending shivers down my spine as he traced gently up the valley between my breasts.

"matt."

i moaned, his hand making its way around my throat and holding firmly.

"do you trust me?"

he asked and i nodded against him.

"god yes."

i confessed, him pulling me down and flipping us over. his one hand was still on my throat, the other coming to the mat to hold him up.

"how does it feel to have your life in my hands?"

he asked harshly as he jutted into me and i let out a short breath, my mouth hanging open.

"answer me."

he demanded, slamming into me again and i moaned.

"fuck, it feels great."

i whined, him doing it again and again until he had a good rhythm, pounding into me.

"tighter."

i said, holding his wrist with a death grip, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"how do we ask?"

he said and i pushed my hips up against him.

"please!"

i screamed as he pushed into me harshly.

"good girl."

he praised, squeezing tighter and my brain went fuzzy.

"matt."

i said drunkenly, feeling the knot in my stomach tighten. then he let go of my throat and i made a disappointed face. but my expression changed as his fingers found their way to my clit. i moaned loudly as he circled it with his forefinger. i pressed my nails into his bicep as he kept his pace, pushing into me hard and fast.

"you gonna cum when i say?"

he asked and i made a squeak noise in my throat.

"was that a yes?"

he asked and i nodded quickly.

"yes, oh god yes!"

i cried, trying to hold out.

"please matt."

i pleaded.

"almost there."

he grunted, hanging his head beside mine. i could feel his unsteady breaths against my collar bone and it sent a shiver down my spine again.

"cum for me baby girl."

he said and i could feel him twitch in me. then i pushed up against his hand and screamed as i came around him. he groaned against me as he came in me, pushing into me a few more times before pausing and trying to catch his breath.

"y/n."

he said softly between breaths.

"matt."

i sighed out, rolling my head back and forth, my vision getting clearer. he just hovered over me for a few seconds before pulling out slowly and i gasped at the sensation, feeling his cum dripping out of me and onto the mat below us. he dropped to his back beside me and sighed heavily.

"how have we never done that before?"

i said breathlessly before we both laughed.

"ive never gotten you into the ring before."

he said matter-of-factly and i turned my head to look at him.

"if you always fuck like this i might have to make more of an effort to get into the ring with you."

he smiled at that but only for a second.

"ya know i definitely didn't think tonight would go like this."

i snorted.

"and i did?"

he let out a short laugh.

"no i guess i just meant, well, we've only been dating for a little bit."

i rolled onto my side and touched his face gently.

"does that stand against how long we've been friends before hand?"

he half shrugged, rolling onto his side to face me, tracing his fingers up my arm gently.

"i have loved you for a while."

he said and i smiled, kissing his hand as it made its way up my shoulder and to my cheek.

"the feeling is mutual."

he smiled back at me before leaning forward and kissing me gently.

"god i cant believe foggy was right."

he lamented and my face fell to that of confusion.

"what do you mean?"

i said i little amused.

"he bet that id say i love you first."

i made an unbelieving laugh-like sound before hitting his chest and sitting upright.

"and im guessing you bet that id say it?"

i said, faking hurt and he laughed, sitting up too.

"i honestly didnt have a doubt in my mind."

i shook my head, reaching for his pants.

"rude."

i stated bluntly, tossing them at him and  he laughed again.

"youre right, and i was wrong. but now that its out i have no intention of stopping my oh so serious confession."

i stood to pull my pants back on, amused.

"well, save it for the priest then lover boy."

[jimlingss]

Hi! Here’s a request for your Drabble game: namjoon + fantasy au + “Take this seriously, it’s a life or death situation!” Can be funny or angsty and sorry if this request is too specific haha

Anonymous said: Hello Kina! I love literally all of your works! Can I request this prompt? “That’s barbaric.” “That’s how you survive.” Any member!

Anonymous said: zombie au with any member ?

Zombies count as fantasy, right? lol

↳ The Unintended

2.5k || 50% Angst, 50% Fluff || Kim Namjoon || Zombie Apocalypse!AU

You’re lucky to have Namjoon by your side.

He’s always been the outdoorsy type. One of your first dates together was a camping trip in the wilderness. You remember being mortified then — having no place to do your makeup or properly shower or be able to make yourself look good for him. But now you look back on the memories with fondness. He didn’t care back then and he doesn’t care now.

Not to mention, Namjoon was also a boy scout for eight years. When he got too old for that, he took up rock climbing and spent hours in the gym to beef up his arms. It’s where you met him in the first place as a receptionist at the gym where you were working part-time while going to school.

He knows how to fish. How to set up traps. How to start a campfire. 

Namjoon’s saved your life countless times.

But then again, he’d argue you’ve saved him lots of times too. Years of schooling to become a nurse wasn’t wasted on you after all. And you’re the better cook than he is.

“Look what I caught!”

You look up from the fire where your dear husband is holding a usual fish. But in his other hand is a rabbit held by its ears, dead. It’s dripping of blood, limp in his grip and you feel a twinge of guilt.

“That’s barbaric.”

“That’s how you survive,” he says. “I’ll prepare it to roast.”

You hum, taking the fish from him and the pair of you fall into routine. Namjoon works alongside you to prepare the food, poking the fire interchangeably and the both of you looking up once in a while through the thicket of the forest. 

After a moment, you pipe up, “Hey.”

Namjoon glances up at you and says “hey” with a tender, dimpled smile. 

The corner of your mouth quirks without being able to resist. “I’ve been thinking we should get on the move again. I saw a cottage down the road on our way here. Maybe we could check it out.”

“It’s probably already been ransacked.”

“Yeah, but it’ll be nice to sleep with a roof over our heads. I don’t want you to stay up and have to keep watch.”

“We take turns.”

You give Namjoon a look. “You never wake me up for my turn.”

He smiles sheepishly and you put your blunt knife down, quickly growing solemn. “I’m serious, Joon. It’s not good for your health to not sleep and I can’t— I can’t have you breaking down on me.”

Namjoon softens when he recognizes your distressed tone, when he sees your expression marred with worry. “Okay,” he murmurs gently. “We’ll leave tomorrow morning then.”

You nod and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. 

As the fish and rabbit are roasted over the blazing fire, smoke fills your nose and you cough before batting it away. You’re starving — in general, you’ve been feeling weak these days but you don’t dare say anything to Namjoon. God knows what he’s putting himself through to make you feel as comfortable as you can. 

You don’t want to worry him even more.

But you can’t hide your groan or sickly expression when the fish you’re supposed to eat comes up to your mouth.

Namjoon’s immediately alarmed and wide-eyed. “What’s wrong? Is it bad?”

You hand the stick that’s pierced with the fish over to him while cupping your mouth, trying not to vomit. “I’m sorry. It just smells really bad.”

“I made it the exact same way before.” He frowns and bites into the fish that’s still steaming. Namjoon chews in his cheek. “It tastes fine, Y/N.”

You shake your head. “I’m good. I’ll have the rabbit.”

But as you shift over, your husband’s eyes bore into your profile.

Namjoon stares at you. He gawks.

Then his mouth opens and he says— “Are you pregnant?”

Your eyes double and you look back at him. But then you scoff. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

You look away from him, picking at the meat, but you swallow hard in the meanwhile, mind racing. It’s not possible. It shouldn’t be possible. You haven’t had your period for three months — but you didn’t think twice about it. Not when there were more pressing matters. Not when you just assumed it stopped because you haven’t had your nutrients and you’ve been starving.

Namjoon knows the gears in your head are turning by your expression. He knows after years of being together.

“Y/N.”

“I already said it’s not possible.”

“There’s a city ten miles away from here. It’ll take half a day to walk there, but there should be a pharmacy or a hospital—”

“We are not going to the city,” you interrupt in exasperation. “It’s a death sentence, Namjoon, and we’re fine out here.”

“Not if you’re pregnant.”

“I’m not.” You deflate with an annoyed sigh. “I know my body best, alright? So just drop it.”

Namjoon stays silent. 

The rustling leaves of the forest and the distant sound of the river rushing fills the growing space between the two of you. And it sinks in how harsh and upset you got. You look up towards your husband with remorseful eyes. The last thing you want is to fight out here. Who knows when it could be your last moment together. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I was just worried.”

You nod. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

Yet deep down, uncertainty swirls and you’re green with nausea again.

...

It took a year to happen.

At first, it was called a flu outbreak. Authorities kept it contained for a few weeks until it wasn’t anymore. Within the span of another week, it was declared a worldwide pandemic and entire countries went into quarantine. 

Life itself shut down. People complained and protested, and when thousands started to drop dead, there were protests for lack of government action. Then, it was millions dead.

Developing countries fell first. It didn’t take long after that for developed nations to follow.

Chaos. Panic. Looting. The dead walking the streets.

You still get nightmares about it. Namjoon does too — when he’s holding you and suddenly jolts awake, gasping. It’s then and there that you know he’s had a nightmare of one of the many close calls.

“I thought the cottage was closer than this.”

The both of you are trekking through the forest, lugging your bags and weapons, trying to remain as quiet and elusive as possible. 

Namjoon looks over his shoulder. “Do you need a break?”

You shake your head. “I’m fine.”

“It should be up ahead.”

You hum, feeling the heat of the sun beating down on you. But it’s still better now with the canopy of the trees hiding you. It’s refreshing even. You admire the unfamiliar scenery. 

All at once, you stop. None of this should be unfamiliar.

Namjoon doesn’t hear the crunch of leaves behind him and turns around.

“This isn’t the direction of the cottage, is it?”

“Y/N.”

Your brows furrow deep enough to hurt. “I already said we’re not going to the city, Namjoon! Why don’t you ever listen to me?!”

Suddenly, there’s snarling in the distance. Namjoon, on alert, clasps his palm over your mouth and both sets of your eyes flicker over. There’s a shadow in the distance, a lurching figure amongst the trees. It snarls again, jerking a bit in your direction, but then no sounds follow. 

It passes.

You breathe a sigh of relief.

“We have to go eventually, Y/N,” he whispers. “We need more supplies and if I can get my hands on a car, that would help us.”

“But—”

Your husband gingerly takes your hand, cradling it softly. “We’ll be careful.”

You gaze at him, searching his expression as if you’re painting his features to the forefront of your mind. But you already have. Yet, it’s not enough to feel comforted. “I can’t lose you, Namjoon. I can’t.”

Namjoon reaches out to hug you, embracing your body, frame overtaking yours.

You grasp onto his shoulders, trying to savour the moment and capture his warmth.

“You won’t. Not if I can help it.”

You nod into his chest.

The trek to the city is completed by afternoon and you find yourself standing in the remains of what was once civilization. There are decayed buildings, abandoned tanks, and much to Namjoon’s delight, many deserted cars. You see zombies bumbling around too. They’ve infested every corner street, every line of the road, and alley, nook and cranny. 

Their bodies are decaying, some with skulls lodged in half and their brain unraveling behind them. You have to hold back a gag when you can smell the rotten odour from here.

Luckily, you and Namjoon move quickly. You throw bricks and bottles at a distance to attract them and run the opposite way together.

First, you get to the small grocery store, opening your backpacks for the spare cans of beans and peas. It’s not much, but it’s a lot at this point. Namjoon even manages to score bandages.

“This is enough,” you murmur when you’re back on the open street again.

But before you can move on out, he stops. “Wait.”

You follow Namjoon’s line of sight. Across the street is a pharmacy and a horde of infected.

You pull your husband back before he can book it and the both of you hide behind discarded crates on the road. “Wait, why?”

“You know why. There were none in the grocery store. I checked, but if there’s any place that has them, it’s there.”

If looks could kill, Namjoon would be six feet under and then crawling out of his grave as a zombie. Maybe as the first one who wasn’t bitten or infected by the virus. “You’re being an idiot.” 

Namjoon grins. “Well, I was thinking of just shouting a battle cry and running straight in there.”

“Take this seriously,” you hiss and punch his arm. It does little to even push him back, much less hurt him. It doesn’t help that his muscles are rock solid. If only his brain was as developed — but if you were being honest, Namjoon was quite intelligent too. Except for right now. “It’s a life or death situation.”

Namjoon smiles, practically from ear to ear. 

The dimples on each side of his cheek crease and before you can react or say much else, he leans in and captures your lips with his. It’s a soft and sweet kiss. Then your husband cradles your face in his hand and tilts your head to deepen the kiss. You’re rendered to complete silence, melting into his touch as he takes your breath away. 

When he pulls from you, your lashes flutter.

You’re completely dazed. 

Until he grabs a rock near your foot and chucks it. It smashes into the window of a nearby boutique, glass shattering and all the zombies turn their heads. They snarl at a high pitch, screeching out as flounder towards the noise. Namjoon darts behind them, right out of your grasps.

You’d shout his name if it didn’t mean your own death sentence.

The wait is agonizing. You feel like you’re going to get a heart attack as you watch the door, unsure if he’ll come out. Even if he does, you don’t know if he’ll still be human and the Namjoon that you love. The one that you decided to marry, that you saw on the other end of the aisle and who cried like a dork when he saw you in the dress. 

Those years feel like another world. But they’re still memories you cherish.

The five minutes feels like an hour. You’re cursing, praying, regretting.

But then the buff idiot, your idiot, comes out and runs back to you with a massive grin. Uninjured. With bottles of penicillin, some kind of allergy medicine, and a pregnancy test you grimace at.

You seek refuge at an apartment building on the edge of the city.

It’s an expensive one that was fenced in and boarded up — one of the last to fall to the ruins.

You choose a room on the second floor that’s easy to get into and easy to escape if need be. Unfortunately a zombie lurches out from one of the rooms much to your horror, but Namjoon kills it. He takes his hatchet right into its skull and checks the other rooms before dragging the corpse out when you look nauseous again.

When it’s all over, Namjoon dusts his hands off like it was just some spring cleaning.

“What happens if I really am pregnant?”

You hold the test, motionless, until your head lifts to meet Namjoon’s softened eyes. There’s an overwhelming urge not to take it, to throw the box out the window and keep convincing yourself that it would be impossible to be carrying. But Namjoon risked his life for this.

And you know he won’t let it go. Not until an answer is certain.

“Then we’ll figure it out,” he murmurs gently.

“I can’t give birth on my own, Namjoon.”

“I know.”

“If the baby even makes it that far,” you whisper and he grimaces. But what worries you far more, what’s put you in so much denial, and made you sick with terror is the fact that you know— “I’ll slow you down even more, Namjoon.”

His brows furrow, lips becoming lopsided. “You don’t slow me down.”

“How many times have you almost died trying to save me?! I-I can’t keep up.”

At once, Namjoon engulfs you with his arms. He holds you close, body flush against yours and you press your face into his broad shoulder, smothering your worries for a moment with his soothing comfort.

“I love you,” he sighs against your ear. “No matter what happens, I love you. There wouldn’t be a reason for me to keep living if you weren’t here, Y/N. I’m only trying this hard because you are. You’re my purpose now. You and this baby, if it’s real.”

Your fingers clutch onto his jacket, hanging onto your husband as your anchor. “Shut up,” you mumble against his clothes. “You know I hate it when you talk like this. Like you’re saying goodbye.”

Namjoon smiles faintly, remembering how you made him promise to never say goodbye. “Sorry.”

He lets you go and you turn into the bathroom.

The minutes that follow are excruciating. Maybe you’re just impatient, but you’ve grown to hate waiting. But still, you wait by yourself while kneeling on the cold, tiled floors, staring at the stick you peed on.

It’s faint. And you pray your eyes are wrong. But as the minutes go by, it becomes stronger and stronger in colour.

You leave and Namjoon looks at you expectedly. 

“Well?”

You thrust the stick towards him. Two lines.

[imagineanythings]

Exhausted (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky x Reader (friendship)

Word Count: 4.7k

You’re the type of person who always needs to push yourself to your limits, and Steve doesn’t always approve. 

warnings: slight smut, nudity, death mention, hurt/comfort

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You had always been incredibly stubborn. It was a trait that came in handy in your work in espionage; you were hard to crack in interrogation and would do whatever it took to complete your mission. On the other hand, it was usually pretty detrimental to your health and wellbeing. You were more than willing to put your life on the line for the sake of a mission, and you were known for pushing yourself well past your limits in training sessions. You usually didn’t stop until you or your training partner were physically incapable of going on. You knew that the other avengers worried about you, particularly golden boy Steve and your best friend Wanda, but you usually just shook off their concerns. Bucky and Nat were always more than willing to go round after round with you in the ring or spot you as you lifted until your body gave out. They understood your need to push yourself and they were always there to help you do it safely. Having them made it easier to ignore the disapproving looks Steve always shot at you as you came wobbling out of the gym, trying to maintain your balance on exhausted legs. Those looks always gave you a deep pain in your stomach, like you had just been caught doing something wrong. Your gut twisted up into a knot as you ducked your head to avoid the gaze of America’s golden boy. You weren’t sure why, but you hated it so much when he looked at you like that.

Today was a tough day. Your mission a few days ago had gone south, which meant a lot of improvising and more casualties than there should have been. You were taking it particularly hard as you had taken point on the mission. Those deaths were completely your fault, and the guilt was weighing you down. You had barely slept. The night was plagued with visions of it all going wrong, some of true events and some of false, twisted worst case scenarios that your mind had created. After another nightmare and an abrupt wake up at 6 AM, you decided that you had gotten as much sleep as you were going to get that night. You got yourself up and out of bed and quickly found Bucky, who as luck would have it, was already in the gym, no doubt trying to exhaust himself to the point where his thoughts wouldn’t be so loud, which was coincidentally the same thing you were planning on doing. “Hey! Barnes!” You yelled as you entered the gym. He dropped the large weights he was curling and turned to look at you.

“Hey, Y/N! What’s up” He pulled you in for a hug once you got close enough, you sighed at the warmth and comfort despite his sweat.

“Oh you know, just trying to outrun the demons,” you joked as you tied your shoes, earning a small smile from him.

“I know how you feel” He said, still smiling, but you could hear the slight sadness in his voice.

“Come on Buck, how does some sparring sound?” You asked, climbing up into the ring. He smiled and wordlessly followed you.

Bucky was one of your favorite people to spar with. He was much bigger than you while still being almost as fast and agile, which forced you to get creative. He also wasn’t afraid of fighting dirty, which you loved. He’d pull your hair or sweep your legs out from underneath you or you’d climb on his back and cover his eyes, one time you even bit him when you found yourself running out of options. You’d never seen him look so shocked and deranged as he did after you sunk your teeth into his forearm, but you knew that both of you loved it. He had retaliated by actually pulling a knife on you, which was a first in your hand to hand training sessions. It wasn’t just physical, it was a mental game, sparring with Bucky, and you found it was one of the absolute best ways to keep your mind off of all of your horrible failures. You knew he felt similarly, you could see the way his shoulders relaxed and lost their tension when he stepped into the ring, the way his eyes lit up and the corners of his lips twitched upwards when you landed a particularly good hit. Sparring with Bucky was therapeutic and exactly what you needed right now. Being a supersoldier, his stamina was much better than yours, and he never went easy on you. He would let you work until you physically couldn’t anymore. Even when your punches began to lag and your form became sloppy, he continued to deliver precise hits, easily taking you down over and over and over again. You would always just shake it off and bounce back up, eager to try again. On one particularly tough takedown though, where he delivered clean hits to your side, stomach, and chest all in rapid succession before grabbing your wrist when you made a weak attempt to hit back and tossing you easily over his shoulder like a ragdoll, you remained down for much longer than usual. He could see that you were exhausted, both physically and mentally. Your chest heaved and your eyes had inadvertently filled with tears. You reached up quickly and wiped them away but it was too late, Bucky had already seen them, and he could hear the rasping of your slightly panicked, shallow breaths.

“Alright doll,” He said, offering you his hand, “I think that’s enough for one day,” You begrudgingly accepted and allowed him to pull you up to your feet, where you stood shakily, catching your breath for a moment. He put a gentle hand on your back as you hunched over, still trying to get the air to return to your lungs, and you both just stood there for a few moments before he spoke again. “You sure you’re ok, doll? I’m sorry if I went too hard there, I should have slowed down, I’m so so sorry” you could feel him panicking so you forced yourself to straighten up and you put a gentle hand on his flesh arm.

“You’re gonna have to do a lot worse if you really wanna take me out of commission, Barnes” you flashed him a smile and he let out a shaky breath and a nod. You managed to hold back a grimace until he had turned away for a moment.

“Good to know,” He said after the few moments you both took to collect yourselves, helping you out of the ring and handing you a water bottle, which you gratefully took. After a few more moments of recollecting yourself and getting your breath back you gave Bucky a quick hug and decided to head back to your room for a shower. “Thanks Buck, I really needed that,” you called over your shoulder on the way out.

“Anytime Doll! You know where to find me!” He called after you, bringing a small smile across your lips.

You moved shakily through the halls of the compound, adrenaline now totally worn off, the weakness and soreness of your muscles achingly loud. You had to brace yourself against the walls of the elevator in order to stay upright. Your head was swimming and you knew, once again, you had pushed it too far. Stepping out into the hall was even worse, you were dizzy and stars flitted across your vision. As you walked down the hall towards your room, you spotted Steve exiting his own room, which was directly across the hall from yours. You suppressed a groan as you knew within seconds that trademark disapproving golden boy stare would be upon you. He looked up after locking his door and saw you immediately, but instead of seeing that disappointed glare that you were expecting to adorn his face, his features softened. You must have really looked like shit.

“Y/N” He said softly, rushing to your side and allowing you to steady yourself against him.

“’m alright” you grumbled, trying to shove him off, but he just wrapped an arm around your waist to help keep you upright.

“You look like you’re about to pass out. Y/N have you eaten today?” Steve asked. Truthfully, you hadn’t eaten that day. You had made it a rule not to eat before training in the mornings if at all possible. A few heavy cardio sessions followed by a well placed hit to the stomach forcing your breakfast back up your throat had convinced you to hold off of food until after training. You shook your head and Steve let out a frustrated sigh. There it was. The disappointment that you knew would show up eventually. Your stomach felt like it was continually tying itself up in knots and you weren’t sure if it was from the exhaustion or Steve’s palpable frustration with you.

“Come on, let’s get you in your room” He said, voice gentle and absent, the frustration you had heard so clearly moments ago barely detectable. He slowly helped you into your room, where you crumpled down onto the edge of your bed with a sigh. He disappeared out of your room and you were relieved to be left alone for a moment before he returned, a bottle of gatorade, a bottle of water, and a bag of trailmix in hand. He handed you the gatorade first. “Come on, you need to replenish your electrolytes.” You sighed and begrudgingly sat up to drink a few sips of the gatorade before lying back down.

“I can take care of myself you know,” you said, your tone more harsh than you had expected it to sound.

“I know,” his voice sounded somehow both fond and a bit sad, “but it seemed like you might need some help right now,” You shook your head and sighed, fighting back tears that you hadn’t even known were coming. Your vision was still swimming with those stupid tiny white stars and the exhaustion had caught up to your body and you felt horrible because you cost some brave people their lives and you were so embarrassed because you were breaking down in front of none other than Steve Rogers, who always looks at you like a child who deserves a timeout with those goddamn piercing blue eyes and you just know he can’t stand you and it’s all just too much. The tears came in droves and you couldn’t stop them. You threw your arms across your face to hide it but you knew Steve wasn’t that oblivious. You just wanted to crawl away and cry and hide from everyone but before you could even try to move you felt two large hands pulling your arms away from your face and wiping at your tears.

“Hey,” he said quietly, searching your eyes for answers. His bright blue stare made you want to hide even more, but you forced yourself to shakily hold his gaze, tears still coming. “You can talk to me you know, what’s going on?” He asked, reaching out to wipe your tears again. You sighed and slowly sat up. You had to fight the urge to rest your head on his shoulder and let him hold you while you sobbed. Instead you just let him put a gentle hand on your shoulder. You searched for the words but when you came up empty you just shook your head.

“Sorry,” was all you could manage, which to your surprise pulled a small chuckle from Steve.

“I don’t know what you could possibly be apologizing for right now, doll.” Steve said and you sighed, once again searching for the words.

“I’m just...” you trailed off, looking at the ceiling as if it could give you the answers. Steve waited patiently while you organized your thoughts. “I’m just sorry that I’m always letting you down. I know you don’t agree with my choices most of the time and I know you think I’m some irresponsible child, and hell maybe I am, I mean just yesterday I literally....” you couldn’t say that out loud, not yet, you weren’t ready to work through all of it. You swallowed and continued “I’m always going to do what I have to do to keep going, and I shouldn’t care if you don’t like me for it because I’m going to do what I want regardless of what people think but at the same time it feels like a knife in my gut whenever you look at me like you can’t believe someone like me ended up on a team like this.” You were rambling but you stopped yourself before it could go any further. “I’m just going to try and shower.” You stood up on unstable legs and Steve could see your entire body shaking from exhaustion and panic. He stood quickly, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a hug. He could really feel you shaking now, pressed up so close against his body, like you were going to shatter at any moment. When you found your face pressed up against his shirt, breathing in his cologne and scent you lost it. You broke down and just let all the tears that you’d been holding in escape. If it weren’t for his arms wrapped tightly around you, you were sure your legs would have given out beneath you. You both stood like that for a few minutes, you sobbing into his chest as he stroked your hair and back and tried to make you feel safe. The shaking of your body went straight through his very being. Once your crying had slowed and he could feel your heart rate decreasing he tilted your chin upwards so he could look at you. Your eyes met his and he felt like you had his chest in a vice-grip, all tightness and pressure. His chest was completely and painfully empty, all that remained was an aggressive aching brought on by your red puffy eyes. He hated that he had a hand in making you feel like that.

“Hey,” he said quietly, fingers still gently resting on your chin. “I’ve never thought that of you.” He spoke slowly, voice barely above a whisper, his words deliberate and true. He hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not he should share more. “I...” he began, slowly gaining the confidence to say what he felt, “I only seem like I disapprove because I care about you... so much” Your breath caught in your throat. “It kills me to see you so beaten down and exhausted and all I want to do is help you but I never know how, I’m so sorry you thought anything else.” You examined his eyes to see he now seemed to be holding back tears as well. You placed a soft hand on his cheek and reached up on your toes to give him a small kiss on the side of his face next to your fingers. He blushed a bit, and spoke again, “you can always come to me, you know that right? I won’t work you as hard as Natasha, or put up nearly as much of a fight as Buck, but I’ll always be here when you need this,” he seemed sheepish at the admission. You just smiled.

“I can’t believe I thought you hated me this whole time,” he just shook his head in complete disbelief. That would be like hating the sun for burning so bright, it was ridiculous.

“I could never ever hate you y/n” His hand moved up to wipe at your tears once more. “Now will you please let me take care of you?” He asked, almost desperately. You rolled your eyes and simply nodded, even in your fragile state still not one to be “taken care of”, but who were you to argue with the Captain?

He sat you back down on your bed and told you to stay put and drink your gatorade. You did as you were told while he disappeared into the bathroom to turn on your shower. He came back into the room and forced you to eat some of the trail mix he had brought for you and then insisted on walking you to the bathroom, “You’re still shaking, I don’t want you falling and hurting yourself” he had said before wrapping a strong arm around your waist. You could have protested more but for some reason the words echoed into silence before they passed your lips.

Once in the bathroom you couldn’t help but give him shit “You gonna hold me up in the shower too?” You said with a smirk, leaning against your sink. He laughed but you could see his cheeks going pink.

“No- I um, well I can just,” he motioned towards the door, “not that I wouldn’t want to- I mean” he was getting more and more flustered by the second, you’d never seen the captain look so nervous and well... cute.

“If it wouldn’t be too weird, I could use the help” you conceded, and if you thought his face was red before, you had not been prepared for the crimson color that now covered his entire face and you were pretty sure his body too. “We can keep our underwear on if you want, it can be just...a friend thing, one friend helping another physically incapacitated friend” you said, and his breathing slowed a bit. He looked a bit sheepish and reached up to rub the back of his neck nervously, his voice barely audible when he finally spoke.

“And what if I didn’t want it to be just a friend thing?” He held eye contact with you, searching for some kind of response in the silence before you spoke. You were so stunned you couldn’t suppress a slight giggle, to which he immediately tensed up before you finally got some words out.

“Geez Rogers, at least take me to dinner first before you try to get me naked,” He looked absolutely mortified and began stammering and trying to get out some sort of apology.

“I’m so sorry y/n, I really didn’t mean to imply that I wanted to- well I mean I do, but not like this, and I absolutely would love to take you to dinner, I mean if that’s something you’re interested in, but I really just wanted to help and I screwed it up didn’t I?” He seemed like he could go on forever so you silenced him with a quick peck on the lips. It was chaste and fast, with not nearly as much feeling and closeness in it as either of you would have liked, but it served its purpose. He stood in stunned silence as you slowly took off your athletic shirt.

“Come on Rogers, dinner can wait, right now I need some help,” without waiting for an answer you steadied yourself on his arm with one hand as you tried to get out of your shorts without falling over. He was still looking at you like you had grown a second head, which made you back off a bit. You kept a hand on his arm for support but allowed for a bit more space between the two of you.

“Hey if you aren’t comfortable with this we don’t have to do it, I can just sit down in the shower or call Wanda or something it really isn’t a big deal.” He swallowed and shook his head, trying to snap himself out of whatever trance he had put himself in.

“No...no I just wasn’t expecting...” he paused, searching for the word, “that” He moved back in closer to you, he was close enough that his exhales ghosted your face. “As long as you’re sure you want this,” The words were tender but his face was set and serious. You nodded quickly in response.

“Oh Steve,” you took in his face, eyes tracing his features before finding his blue ones again, “This is all I want,” With a sudden moment of bravery, you weakly pulled yourself up and gently pressed your lips to his. He froze for a moment before reciprocating as if you were air and he desperately needed to catch his breath. He tasted surprisingly sweet, and the little groan he made when you reached up and ran your fingers through his hair tasted even sweeter. His hands began to roam but your body was still trembling and he had a sudden shock back to reality, in true captain-like focus, he was reminded of his mission. He pulled away slowly, your trembling increasing with the absence of his lips on yours. “Come on doll, let’s not forget why we’re here,” he said, barely above a whisper. He wanted you. He couldn’t deny that, but he wanted to make sure you were taken care of first. If he was going to do this, as he had wanted to for so long, he was going to do it right. He slowly helped pull your sports bra off and then knelt down to remove your panties. He couldn’t help but leave small kisses on your stomach and thighs as he slid the fabric down your legs.

You shuddered and pawed at his shoulders. He understood almost immediately and pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion. You tried to remove his belt but he quickly replaced your shaky fingers with his own, larger, more steady ones. He made quick work of his belt and pants and suddenly it was just the two of you standing there, painfully aware of how naked and exposed you were. As he looked at you he felt entirely breathless. You were more gorgeous than he had imagined, your skin so smooth and soft, your curves perfect, he wanted nothing more than to have you right there, but he held himself back. He forced himself to focus on the task at hand, his girl needed his help, and he wasn’t going to let her down.

Steve reached a hand into the shower and felt the water to make sure it was hot enough. He gave a little satisfactory nod to himself before helping you into the shower and maneuvering you beneath the water. He made sure to keep at least one steady hand on you as you let the water wash over you. He could have stood there for hours, just watching your face relax and your head roll back as the water soothed your aching body. With your eyes closed and a blissful smile on your face you looked so peaceful, Steve almost didn’t want to interrupt the moment, but he could see you swaying a bit, still off balance and shaky from exhaustion. He quickly grabbed the shampoo and moved behind you, his muscular chest pressed up close against your back. Slowly he began to work the shampoo into your hair, your head rolled back even more and he could feel your muscles relax against his body. His fingers massaging your scalp and running through your hair drew a moan from you that was definitely not situationally appropriate, but you were too worn out at this point to care or even notice. Steve tried his hardest not to fixate on it, not to think about those sounds spilling from your lips. Now was not the time.

He shook himself out of it and rinsed the shampoo out before moving on to conditioner. Just like with the shampoo, he slowly and deliberately worked the conditioner through your hair, making sure to massage your scalp and coat your hair evenly. Once again he tried not to focus on the blissed out expression on your face, tried not to imagine any other context in which your head would fall back like that, lips slightly parted, sighs of pleasure sitting so beautifully upon them. After rinsing that out, he moved on to body wash. He took this time to savor every part of you, especially the ones he had never seen before. He ran his hands over your impossibly soft skin, and acquainted himself with every inch of it. He placed kisses on your shoulders before running his soapy hands over them, he paused with his hands on your waist, admiring how well they fit there, like they were exactly where they belonged. Your mind may have been too foggy with exhaustion to realize it at the time, but god dammit, Steve Rogers was worshipping every single piece of your body. You sighed as he ran his hands all the way up your stomach and your chest before placing a gentle kiss on your neck.

With your eyes closed and your weight resting on Steve’s chest behind you, you felt more at ease than you had in months. He planted another kiss on your neck, sucking gently and you let out a little moan followed by a breathy “Oh Steve.” That drew a groaning sound from somewhere deep in his throat and turned you around so he could kiss you again. He kept one stabilizing arm around your waist, keeping your body pressed up against his, while his other hand cradled your cheek like you were the most precious thing in the world to him, and in that moment he was almost certain that you were. The kiss was passionate and full of desire but still gentle and tender. Like you were the most beautiful, fragile thing in existence and Steve just needed to hold you close but he was afraid you could shatter at any second beneath his touch.

Without breaking the kiss, he reached back and turned off the water, feeling almost guilty when you began to shiver in his arms. He quickly reached out of the shower and grabbed a towel, which he used to gently dry you off before wrapping it around your body tightly. He grabbed another towel and wrapped that around his waist. Then, without warning, he scooped you up in his arms bridal style, which caused you to squeal in surprise. You clung to him tightly, with your arms around his neck, despite the fact that you knew Steve would never let you fall. He brought you into your room and laid you down gingerly on the bed. You whimpered at the loss of contact and he smiled.

“Just a second doll, I’ll be right back.” He came back into the room with both of your clothes. He put your sweaty workout gear in your hamper and put his boxers on after laying the rest of his clothes on your bed. “I can grab you something from your closet if you’d like, you’d have to tell me where to look but I’m sure I can-” he turned to see you already pulling his shirt on over your head. Once you had it on you laid back down and just breathed in his scent. He watched the way you curled up in his shirt, content smile on your lips as you surrounded yourself with him and he felt his lungs empty completely. He never thought he would see something like this in person, he had resigned it to nothing more than fantasy, and yet here you were. He slid into bed slowly, as if rushing would break the spell and destroy this beautiful illusion all around him. But as he laid down next to you, nothing fell apart. Instead, you simply curled up against his body, laying your head on his chest, tangling your legs with his. You let out a tiny contented sigh as Steve wrapped one arm around your back and waist to keep you close, and used the other to gently play with your hair. It took mere seconds for your breathing to even out and Steve could tell you were asleep. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and smiled as you snuggled in even closer to him, leaning into his touch. With his arms around you and the sweet smell of your shampoo and your body wash overtaking him, Steve could feel his own eyelids getting heavy. As he began to drift off to sleep he couldn’t help but think to himself, yeah I could get used to this.