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i-literally-cant-with-this · 6 months ago

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A/N ::: I'm just going to come right out and say it, I love Kafka Hibino. He's so goddamn cute that I literally want to just eat him alive. This is my first time writing for him - though I've been thinking about it for ages. I hope you like it, @supersecretsaga And I apologize, I'm wholly incapable of writing without it exceeding 1k words. So, SORRY. I proofed this once on google docs and that's all I have in me today. Any gross errors that look like I didn't mean to do them, message me!

C/W ::: Human Kafka, F.reader, not a lot of swearing. I just don't get the sense that Kafka would swear unnecessarily. Maybe I'm wrong. My perception will probably change. Really, who cares. Um, P->V (unprotected), jumping the relationship gun (but, with him, I would, too.)

WC ::: 3,094 (about 7 3/4 pages on G-Docs).

MDNI UNDER THE CUT

Kafka Hibino was simple, through and through. But when he met you that day in the hospital, his whole life changed. He knew he'd never be the same man he was before he was admitted.

You're a nurse. You were great at your job, and you knew it. Though the first time you saw that big, dumb puppy-energy-giving man, you knew that you were a goner, as well.

He was admitted around 2 am. Settled in around 5 am. He was in a lot of pain from the fight he'd gotten into with the Kaiju around midnight. He had 2 broken arms, bruised ribs. A number of different things had happened to him.

Kafka would be in good hands, though. Really, really good hands.

Your hands.

**** 7:30 am ****

"Oh- oh my god. What was THAT!?" You pulled your hand from the large porcelain tub in his bathroom and squeezed the sponge out over his short dark hair.

Giggling, you blinked slowly because you couldn't deny the warmth that was spreading throughout your whole body. And not just between your thighs. No, this was something else entirely. His stupid haircut, his kind eyes and dumbass smile were hammering their way through your boundaries. The same boundaries you'd worked so hard over the years to build to not get emotionally attached to patients.

"You're an idiot, Mr. Hibino. A complete moron. Have you never been bathed before? That was just a little something extra to help loosen up your muscles, a quick massage. My goodness. It's as if you've never been pampered." You stood from where you were on your knees on the floor and shook your hands out, purposely getting water on his face - you hoped in his eyes - so you would have a reason to gingerly wipe it dry.

"Call me Kafka," he said, his eyes never leaving yours as he watched you grab the towel and stand over him.

"What?" You were confused. You didn't realize he'd been asking you something.

"Call me Kafka. It's my name, yeah?" He sounded so serious, so sincere. You nodded and wiped his face with the towel, noticing the small wrinkles as he smiled up at you.

Fuck. He's adorable and you're finding it harder and harder to stay professional.

"No. Your name is Mr. Hibino and that's what I'll be calling you. Ok? Mr. Hibino? Now, let's finish this bath and get you back in bed. The doctor will be coming by soon to check on you and he can give you another massage if you need it." You moved your hands to his shoulders, gently massaging them as you continued talking. "You've been through a lot, Mr. Hibino. Your body needs to heal."

He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back against the tub.

You kept massaging him, not stopping until he was almost asleep.

This sweet, gentle man, had a power over you that no one else did. And you weren't sure how to deal with it.

Quite a while later (sorry, storyline faux pas - I didn’t take into account healing time. But let’s just say that because he’s part Kaiju that he heals exceptionally fast. Ok? Ok!)*****

**** 1 month later, 10 pm ****

You hadn't seen Kafka since the morning bath you'd given him. He was discharged and sent home to continue his recovery. As a nurse, you knew he would be alright. But as a woman, you were left feeling empty and wanting more of him.

You were home that night, exhausted, but unable to sleep. You tried to keep your thoughts away from the big, gentle man who had stolen your heart with his kind words and warm smile, but it was impossible.

Your mind drifted to the way he looked at you as you bathed him.

How his body was perfectly balanced between the hard muscles he'd earned in his training and the slight squish around his mid-section that you wanted nothing more than to run your fingertips over.

His arms were thick and strong. Yet not battle-worn. He didn't have too many scars, though they'd have only added to his appeal.

His legs were muscular, too. Thick and strong, like his arms. His thighs were something else, something you found yourself daydreaming about wrapping your own legs around.

You wondered what his cock would feel like inside of you. You snuck a glance when he was in the tub. You knew his eyes were closed when you looked at it, bobbing away in the water. You're certain he was hard. Otherwise, you prayed he wasn't a grower because any more than that and you'd be the one being admitted to the hospital.

You thought about his hands on your body, squeezing your breasts and sliding between your thighs. You imagined what it would be like to feel his fingers inside of you, massaging you and bringing you to orgasm faster than you could imagine.

You rubbed your clit slowly, gently. You couldn't bring yourself to fuck yourself with a vibrator or even your own fingers. You didn't want to give yourself that much pleasure.

You wanted it to be Kafka.

You wanted him to be the one to take you, to fuck you, to make love to you.

You rolled over onto your stomach, burying your face into your pillow as you yelled out in frustration.

"This is ridiculous. This is so stupid. I - I'm not some teenager who can't control herself." You stood and walked to your closet, grabbing some comfortable clothes and your purse and left for the mini mart down the street from your house.

Chocolate was the next best thing you could think of. Other than, of course, Kafka running his hands all over your body. But what are the chances of that.

What are the chances of that?

The night air was cool against your skin. A nice contrast to the heat you'd built up while thinking about him.

You grabbed a pint of chocolate ice cream and began walking back home.

You felt better, slightly, but still very much wanting.

**** 10:30 pm ****

You were halfway through your pint and the movie when you heard a knock on your front door. "Coming, hold on, please." You walked to the door and looked through your peephole to see who it was. "Oh, you're fucking kidding me. What on earth are you doing here, Mr. Hibino?" The smile on your face was causing the back of your head to strain. You couldn't hide that you felt like your prayers had been answered all at once. But at the same time, you didn't want Kafka to see this look of bliss on your flushed face.

"Call me Kafka," he said softly, leaning against the doorway and smiling back at you. "And I wanted to see you again. May I? Come in, I mean. Please?"

You stepped aside and let him in, closing the door behind him.

You watched as he looked around your living room. You could tell he was a little nervous, but so were you.

You'd never felt this way about a patient before. Ex-patient, you had to remind yourself. He was no longer under your care.

"Ok, Kafka." He smiled at the way you said his name. He'd never heard anything like it before. "Would you like some ice cream? I was just sitting here, eating some, watching a bad movie." You chuckled, showing him the container and spoon.

"Sure. I'd love some." He sat down right in the middle of your couch, and you sat next to him.

You handed him the ice cream and he dug in.

You both ate in silence for a few minutes until he said, "This is good."

You nodded and smiled. "It is. Sometimes chocolate, um, well, sometimes it's the only thing that helps. Y'know?" You looked at him, noticing the way his lips had turned up into a smirk. "What? What did I say?"

"Nothing, nothing. You're just ... you just ... h-here. Can I? There's a little bit of ... right ..." He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip so slowly and then sucked the ice cream off. "... there. You just had a little on your lip. 'S gone now."

You weren't sure what to do. Your body was telling you to jump on him and fuck him until neither of you could walk. Your brain was telling you to wait and see what other kind of sweet nothings he'd do for you.

So, you waited. You had no idea your self-control was this well-honed. Again, you’d never been tested like this before.

But Kafka was different.

"You're beautiful, y'know." He whispered, looking at the floor like he was trying to burn holes in it with his eyes. He turned his head, leaning in a little bit closer than you were to him at the hospital. His hand moved to rest on your knee. And he said, "I've never met anyone like you before. I thought I was just going lay in the hospital bed until I was better. But you showed me kindness and care. I know you were just doing your job, but I'm grateful that you were there. That you were … you."

You didn't say anything. You were too busy trying to keep your heart from leaping out of your chest. You're sure if he'd looked, he'd see your tits jumping ever so slightly from the heaviness of the beating.

"Thank you for that. Thank you for everything you've done for me, Miss. I don’t know your first name. I’m embarrassed at how many ‘L/N’ households I went to looking for you.”

Your hand shot up to cover the smile that immediately bloomed across your lips. "That's not important. It's Y/N. And you're welcome. I'm happy I was able to help you. I didn't expect you to come here, though. I'm glad you did." You shifted, moving your knee so that your legs were touching. He didn't move his hand. He held it there, squeezing your knee gently.

"I didn't think I'd come here either. But I couldn't stop thinking about you. I know it's not appropriate for me to be here, but I had to see you again. I wanted to say thank you, in person." He turned his head and looked at you. You leaned in closer to him, your noses almost touching. "And maybe something else. Something that would make you feel as special as you made me feel when you took care of me."

You were so close to him you could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek. He smelled like the air before a storm, and whiskey. But a little liquid courage never killed anyone.

"Kafka," you whispered, reaching up and touching his face. You were fidgeting with a small piece of his hair as you rest your forehead against his. "Kafka. I ..."

He sat up abruptly, "Oh shit! You're not married, are you? I should have asked, I'm so sorry for showing up here so late. Without any warning." He bowed to you and started for the door.

"Kafka! I'm not married. I'm not even seeing anyone right now. Please, come back. Come sit." You stood and took his hand, leading him back to the couch. "I was going to say I've never felt this way about a patient before. You make me feel like there's something more to life than just my job."

He looked at you, his eyes searching yours for any signs of dishonesty. He couldn't find any. "So, you don't mind me coming here?"

You shook your head. "I don't mind you coming here at all. I'm glad you did. I was just surprised, that's all. Please don't leave. Not yet." You held his hand tighter and urged him back down on the couch with you.

Pulling him back in, kissing him gently on the lips. "I've been wanting you to do that since the first time I saw you, too. But you in terrible pain when you came in. How did you have the presence of mind to want to kiss me when you were so badly beaten up?"

He laughed, "I wasn't beaten up, per se. I just didn't come out on top." He paused for a second, and then continued, "And the pain wasn't as bad as you think. I'm used to it. It's a part of my job. But being here with you, it's like I can forget all of that. And just be me. Kafka. Nothing else."

You leaned in and kissed him again, this time with more urgency. His lips parted slightly, and you could taste the chocolate on his tongue. You moaned softly, shifting so that your legs were wrapped around him. He pulled you onto his lap, and you straddled him, grinding yourself against his crotch.

"Oh my god," he moaned, pulling back slightly and looking into your eyes. "Y/N. You're so beautiful." He reached up and touched your cheek with his thumb, rubbing it gently.

You pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the floor. His chest was chiseled and smooth, his abs flexing slightly under his cute belly as he breathed heavily.

You ran your hands over his shoulders and down his back, feeling every muscle and every scar. You kissed his neck, biting it gently and sucking on his skin. "Kafka, I want you. I want you so much."

He pulled your shirt off and threw it next to his. "I'm gonna make you feel so good that you'll forget all about chocolate."

You stopped, pulling back from his face, and you laughed so hard for the first time in ages. "Oh, that might be the most serious thing anyone has ever said to me. Challenge accepted!"

He pulled you back into him and kissed you, his hands reaching around to squeeze your ass as you ground yourself against him. He picked you up and carried you to your bedroom, gently laying you on the bed before climbing on top of you.

You unclasped your bra and tossed it to the floor, allowing him to see your breasts. He gasped as quietly as he could manage, running his hands over them and squeezing them gently. "You're so beautiful. You know that?"

He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it gently as his fingers worked at your pants. He slid them off, revealing your black lace panties. You'd never felt so exposed in your life. And you loved it.

"Kafka, please," you moaned as he sucked harder on your nipple, his hand moving down to rub your clit through your panties. "Please fuck me. I need you. I need you so bad."

He pulled back, looking at your face. "You want me to fuck you? You want me to make you cum? Oh-hoh baby, I will. I might even cum before you do! But don't lose faith. It's just, well, it's been a while? I guess? But that's not important right now." He leaned in and kissed you again, biting your bottom lip and sucking on it gently.

"It's ok, Kafka. I want you. I don't care if you cum before me. I just want you inside me. Please, please." You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. You couldn't believe you were begging like this, but you didn't care. You wanted him so badly.

He nodded and pulled your panties off, throwing them to the floor. He pushed his own pants down and pulled his boxers off with them, his cock set free.

You gasped at the sight. It was so much more than what you saw when he was in the tub. "Jesus, I-"

He looked down, "Oh. That?" He turned his head away, "Yeah, sorry. I'm sure you've seen um, better? But I make up for it in other ways! I promise, y/n. Just give me a chance."

You shook your head and smiled, "That's not at all what I'm trying to say here. There's not a doubt in my mind you won't fuck me stupid, Kafka." You giggled and reached your arms out to pull him down against you.

He positioned himself between your legs, rubbing the tip of his cock against your clit as he kissed your neck.

You moaned, "Ohhh, fuck. Yes. Do that." Your hand moved to his ass, squeezing it as he rocked against you.

He pushed himself inside of you slowly, stretching you out as he went. The slight sting you noticed dissipated as quickly as the onset. You moaned, your nails digging into his back as he started to thrust faster. "Kafka, oh my god. That feels so fucking good. More. I want more, please."

He grunted, his cock sliding in and out of you as you arched your back, grinding yourself against him. He sucked on your nipple again, his tongue flicking over it as he fucked you harder and faster.

You couldn't believe how much he was making you feel. You hadn't had sex in so long, but this was different. This was something else entirely. He was with you. He wasn't just there to get himself off. You'd been with guys like that before and they, more often than not, left you with a (literal) bad taste in your mouth.

Your breathing quickened, and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. And the closer you got, the harder your nails dug into his muscular back. "Kaf-hoh shit. Y-that ... pl- fuck. 'M gonna cum ... very … very soon."

He pulled back slightly, looking at your face as you bit your lip, your eyes rolling back. "Me too, baby. Me too. You're so tight, and you feel so good. I can't believe I'm inside of you. Fuck. I'm gonna cum, Y/N. Oh shit, I'm gonna cum." He grunted again, his cock twitching inside of you as he came hard, filling you up.

You came with him, your pussy squeezing around his cock as he kept fucking you, slowing his thrusts until he stopped completely.

"Fuck," you whispered, reaching up and touching his face gently. "Kafka."

He smiled and kissed you softly. "RIGHT!?"

You laughed through a yawn at the high energy he had when you first met, despite his injuries, and how he seems now. “Stay? Stay with me. I don’t want you to go. Tonight. Ever.”

He held you close to him, kissing the top of your head and brushing your hair down as you drifted off to sleep against his warm chest.

"Just try’n get rid of me, y/n."

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tokoyamisstuff · 14 days ago

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Time Is A Thief

Walter C Dornez x f! Vampire! Reader ...in which Walter feels insecure about his advance in age.

A/N: ask and you shall receive sis the chokehold this man had on me back in the day 😭😭unreal, you wouldn't believe

For storytelling purposes: Reader is in her 60's but subconsciously chooses to stay in a younger form (like 20's or 30's, whatever you prefer).

"Gotcha!" you cheer, descending from the ceiling in a pitiful attempt to surprise your lover. Yet it's basically impossible to caugh Walter off guard, even when he appears busy. He wouldn't even bother looking away from his current task, calmly raising a hand to reveal that his wires are already wrapped tightly around your neck. "You should never sneak up on an assassin, dear."

Dissolving into mist, you instantly materialize in front of him again, now free of his confinements as you playfully attack him with a tackle hug. "And you need to loosen up, my love."

The Angel of Death wordlessly returns the embrace, one hand absentmindedly running through your hair. He lets out an amused chuckle, satisfied that even though he's way past his prime, he's still your equal in power. "Well, well, well...how can I keep handling a fierce young lady like you are one?"

"You're the only one who can!" you retort with a sly smile on your face, which he gladly mirrors upon hearing the compliment. "Do you need any help with that?"

"No, I'm almost done. But I appreciate the offer." Not that you were a great help with paperwork either way, but it's the thought that counts, right?

You tiptoe around the massive office desk, sitting on the tabletop as you lean over provocatingly. "Sooo...I hope you can make time for your spouse later on?"

Walter barely reacts, but you know him long enough to notice the obvious irritation in his microexpressions. "Maybe I would, if you weren't so distracting..."

You let out an offended huff, hopping off the wooden furniture as he continues filling out several forms. "Why the bad mood lately?" The accusation was stated faster than your mind could catch up on, but it was burning on your tongue for a while now.

The butler's forehead creases at your words, his signature on the official papers blurring as he keeps writing. "I've got no clue what you're implying."

"I mean" you place both hands on either side of your hips, accentuating your insistance, "that with every single day your 70th birthday approaches, you get increasingly moody."

Now the cat is out of the bag.

Being his spouse for so many decades made even this reserved man an open book to you, but until now you had decided to keep quiet about his subtle panic of aging those past few years.

"Aging is a privilege, dear" you try to reason with him, but involuntarily making things worse. "Life only holds meaning because it's finite."

"How convenient" he murmurs sarcastically, and you're slightly taken aback by the angry gleam in his eyes. Usually he shows you nothing but kindness, aware of his darker side which only ever shows itself during fights against the occult. "That's an easy thing to say for an immortal being, isn't it?"

"...you know very well that I didn't choose to be this way." Regretting his harshness as he sees you getting upset, his tone gets more gentle now. He knows you have your own demons to fight, knowing that you were never able to give him child he so desperately wanted. "I'm sorry, my love. It's just..."

He lets his fingers trail across your features, taking in the ethereal beauty vampirism grants. It's been 50 years since he had freed you from that nazi laboratory - their priced experiment, the first successful attempt to create an artificial vampire. And yet when he looks at you, it seems like it was yesterday.

You are frozen in time, always preserving while he was doomed an ordinary human's fate.

This just wasn't fair.

As if you could hear his thoughts, you lean into his touch, coaxing him with an affectionate smile. "Darling, I haven't seen my own reflection in ages" you joke, tapping your own forehead. "And when it comes to mind, we're almost the same age. So what does it matter?"

"Because" and his voice is laced with frustration, "I'm a shadow of my former self, and I'll continue to wither. As I get older I get weaker, useless."

"Oh, Walter..." Your crimson eyes widen in shock at his words, asking yourself just how long he's been harboring those horrible thoughts of himself. "Do you truly think so lowy of me? I'm not that shallow."

"Of course not" he assures, "But that's not the point. I don't wish to become a burden to you."

"Please, don't say things like that..." Hearing him speak this lowy of himself, like he was only worth something as long as he's useful, made your long dead heart clench painfully in your chest. It was only natural, of course. His entire life had revolved around being of service and being adaptive to others.

You were probably the only person in his life that he could allow to be himself around, even if after all those years he still struggled to figure out who exactly that was.

With teary eyes you cup his head in your hands, guiding him down to your height until your foreheads touch. He reluctantly obeys, embracing you tightly as if you could disappear now that he bared this unsighty part of his soul to you.

"We made a vow: In prosperity and adversity, in sickness and health, until death do us part...and I do not plan on betraying this oath. Not out of obligation, not out of pity, but because I selfishly want to spend your entire life at your side!"

Walter lets out an aggravated sigh, pulling you even closer against his body. "This isn't about you, love. It's something I need to overcome myself."

"Incorrigible." You pout, making him chuckle a bit at your adorable display. "I'm your partner, at least let me try to support you..."

"You're doing more than enough just by being at my side, dear." He places a tender kiss on your knuckles, his eyes darkening with lust ever so slightly as his gaze wanders up and down your form, finally appreciating what he sees. "But if you insist...I have something in mind..."

Using one of his wires he cuts deeply into his thumb, the sight of his blood cascading down never failing to have a hypnotizing effect on you.

"Ohh..." you purr lowy, taking ahold of his wrist as you lead his bloodied finger to your mouth, beginning to suck eagerly without breaking eye contact. "I may be able to arrange that..."

The iron taste on your tongue wakes primal instincts, Walter's unique blood paired with his pheromones working like an aphrodisiac. You let out a delighted sound at the sensation, pecking a small kiss on the wound after you've had your fill.

In an instant you were lifted on the table again, your lover settling comfortable between your spread legs. His lips are practically glued to yours, only ever parting for small gasps of air while he takes his sweet time to take off your clothes. Each curve, each new speck of uncovered skin he relishes to the fullest, whispering countless words of sheer adoration under his breath.

You feel his wires wriggle all around your body, incising without actually breaking the skin. "Wrapped up so neatly for me" he banters, tugging them a bit tighter. "An early birthday present?"

Being so exposed and vulnerable always sent a rush of adrenaline through your body, but at the same time there came an oddly human part of shame and embarassment along with it. "No no no..." His voice is soft and laced with affection as he reassures you, one hand gently lifting your chin while the other disappears between your thighs. "Don't be shy. You're so beautiful, I sure am a lucky man."

The ropes pry your legs apart with ease, spreading them widely. It makes you feel like a doll he could move to his liking, but you trusted this man so deeply that you couldn't feel more comfortable in your own skin.

"Do you remember back when you were still a fledgeling vampire?" He reminices, fingers stroking across your folds, so close to a sensitive spot and yet too far away. You try to move your hips towards the potential satisfaction, but he won't give it to you that easily. "You were like an animal in heat sometimes. Needed to keep you tied up so you won't bite me in the act."

"Tha- ah!" He enters two fingers at once and scissors them inside, making you groan in pleasure. "Stop bringing up those old stories..." You narrow your eyes at him and he dwells in your defiance, well aware he'll make you wax in his hands soon enough. "Just curious if I can make you feel like that again."

Well, it was true, as you aged you became more...tame. In the bedroom as well, but that doesn't mean it's any less enjoyable. Nothing in the world could beat the intimacy of lovers that literally know each other inside and out.

"You alwa-ays drive me crazy...mhh..." Walter hums in approval, his fingers still inside of you. "If you think blood is an addicting essence you've clearly never tasted yourself..." That said he pulls them out, pushing the coated fingertips onto your tongue to prove his point.

He then kneels down in front of your exposed sex, murmuring against the skin of your inner thigh. "Look at me, love." His stare is intense as he kisses his way towards his goal, "I want to see what I do to you."

You cry out when his tongue presses flatly on your clit, his fingers quickly finding their designated location buried inside of you again. His wires are relentless, barely leaving room to move, but you twitch and buckle your hips at the overwhelming sparks of pleasure your core sends through your whole body. He eats you out like a man starving, knowing all your weak spots by heart while stroking himself with his free hand.

Obscene sounds fill the room, a mixture of wetness and moans and every noise you present to him is music in his ears. Well prepared he pounces on you in one swift movement, so fast you're not even able to register the brief emptiness before he buries himself inside of you.

You're almost dangling in the air now, only held in place by the thin wires that hurt just enough to amplify your pleasure. In that position he has access to you from all sides, his hands roaming every inch of your body and of course you're pliant to the touch.

Wrapping your hands around his neck you tug slightly at his ponytail, earning an amused groan in return. His motion slows down for a while, pulling out almost entirely before ramming himself down again several times.

You feel yourself coming close, the rhythm of his thrusts accompanied by how skillful he tends to your clit at the same time sending you over the edge with ease. Walter is right behind you, the sight of you unraveling in front of him a sight he'll never grow tired of.

He holds you as close as humanly possible, bodies suctioned together and indulging in the afterglow. It took you both a while to get down to earth again, still exchanging kisses and mellow carresses, unwilling to part just yet.

As always, Walter is quick to compose himself, straightening his clothes before cradling you in his arms, releasing you from the wires. "My my, always keeping me from doing my work..." he turns around to clean the mess as if nothing happened, quietly adding something about his "favourite distraction".

You laugh at first, but then your face turns serious, since is smile still didn't quite match his eyes and whatever was going on behind them. "Never doubt yourself ever again. Got it?"

When he turns back to answer however, all air is knocked out of his lungs at the sight of you, having shapeshifted to now appear like an elderly version of yourself.

Even like this, more than ever so, you're the most beautiful person he's ever set eyes upon.

"My life ends with yours, no matter how." Your voice is firm and sincere, oddly at peace with the severity of your insinuation. "I made that decision long ago already."

Walter shakes his head in disbelief, feeling unworthy of your loyality. It's so hard to not let the mask slip, you've always been able to peek through it anyways.

He knows talking you out of this foolish idea would be to no avail, and he doesn't even try to do so...

...because he already has his own plans, that would counterfeit yours either way. Decades ago he had prepared this ultimate treason, like an unimposing spider in the midst of it's net, just needing to pull the right wire to make it all collapse. And as reward he'll be granted eternal life, no - the chance of being able to care for you forever.

No matter the consequences, whatever horrid atrocities and sacrifices he'd have to make: You were all worth it and more.

Walter closes his eyes as he inhales your scent, pulse racing as he tries to not break under this crushing burden he put on himself.

"I'll promise we stay together until my dying breath."

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lassiekitsune · 1 year ago

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Peter Parker x Reader "Under the starry sky"

GIF isn't mine

Description: You need help with your math test and you ask your best friend for help. But Peter needs to tell you something important, after which your relationship will never be the same.

Warnings: fluff, a little agnst.

Y/N - Your name

(H/C) - Hair color

"- On Monday, I'll be waiting for you all to write a very important math test. You all will have enough time to prepare" - your teacher said then the school bell rang. Mathematics wasn't your favourite school subject, but your family demanded perfect grades from you. "It's just not realistic" you thought. The problem was that you missed the last topic due to illness and no one could help you... Almost no one. A few minutes later you spotted your best friend Peter Parker with Ned in the school hallway. Peter was known at school as one of the smartest students in the school, who knew the entire school curriculum at "A+". It was because of his knowledge that Peter was often mocked by his classmate Eugene Thompson ("Flash"), but you didn't care about him. You and Parker have been friends for many years, and it was he who you decided to ask for help with math.

"- Hello, Peter! Hello, Ned!" - you smiled.

"- Hey Y/N! We haven't seen each other for a long time" - Peter smiled at you as well, and so did Ned - "Did you want to ask something?"

"- Um, yeah, but..." - You looked at Ned. Peter's friend taking your hint and leaving the two of you alone. You sighed and continued - "So, I think I need your help" - Peter adjusted his backpack and looked at you curiously

"- Did something happen to you?"

"- No, I'm fine, don't worry" - knowing Peter's caring side, you rushed to comfort him - "Do you know that I have been absent from school for several weeks?" - Parker nodded - "And I missed the last subject in mathematics, and on Monday I have a test for which I am not ready at all... This is exactly what I need your help with"

"- Wait, do you want me to explain the topic to you?" - Peter's eyes lit up with joy

"- I do not insist, if you are busy…"

"- No!" - your friend interrupted you - I'm completely free today! If it's convenient for you, you can come over to my house today around 6:00 p.m., okay?"

"- Okay, sorry, I must go. Goodbye"

"- See you later, Y/N" - if you had turned back at that moment, you would have noticed how Peter guided you with his gaze.

~5:58 p.m.~

You are standing in front of the door of the Parker house. Peter told you a LOT about his Aunt May, and he was sure that you would become friends. You took a deep breath and tapped ligtly. Contrary to your expectations, a woman opened the door and smiled at you.

"- Hello! Are you Aunt May?"

"- Hello, yes, it's me. And you are Y/N? Peter said you would come today".

"- Yep, I'm Y/N. Can I come in?"

"- Of course, but Peter isn't at home now"

"- Oh, then I think I should go. Peter will call me when he gets back"

"- No, no! You can stay here, I don't care. After all," - May gave you a strange look - "I wanted to get to know you better"

~8:30 p.m.~

You were sitting next to Aunt May who offered you tea and you were talking to each other. Peter was still not at home.

"- Aunt May?"

"- Please call me just May"

"- Okay, May, where do you think Peter could be at this late hour?"

"- Honestly, I don't know" - May sipped her tea from her cup - "This is not the first time he has come home late. I tried to talk to him about it but he doesn't tell me anything" - May sighed. The conversation continued untill your mother called you and reminded you that it was time for you to go home.

"- Don't worry, Y/N, I will have a SERIOUS talk with Peter tonight" - May said with a special emphasis on the world "serious".

"- No, you don't have to" - you didn't want your best friend to get in trouble. When you got home, you changed and went to your room. You can't to sleep, probably you were worried about Peter. You've had a crush on Peter for a long time, but you've always had to hide those feelings from him. Of course, you, like many girls, dreamed that one day he would confess his love to you. So, after spending several hours in bed, you went out to the balcony to look at the stars. The night wind blew your (H/C) as you gazed up at the twinkling stars, and you closed your eyes to hear the sounds of night nature. Silence. Peace. Stop, something is wrong. You opened your eyes and heard footsteps on the roof. "- Are they thieves?" you thought and hid behind old boxes. A footsteps got closer and you tried to sit as quietly as possible. One moment, and familiar shadow is standing on your balcony. You did not think that HE would appear here, but you believe your eyes, before you stood the famous Spider-Man. Judging by his rapid breathing, he had just been running away from someone. You could endlessly watch this Superhero until he would have disappeared in his direction if not for his spider-sense. Spider-Man turned to face you

"- Y/N? What are you doing here?" - said a familiar voice

"- How do you know my name?" - You were in shock, but managed to find the strength to come out of your hiding place.

"- It's not important now, we have to get out of here" - Spider-Man held out his arms to you - "Don't be afraid of me, I won't hurt you. But now you are in danger if you do not go with me"

"- But, I..." - your voice was interrupted by the roar of some black scary creature that was slowly approaching you.

"- We must go RIGHT NOW!" - Spider-Man said as he grabbed you with one hand and held you close while the other released a web that gave you the opportunity to escape from this creature.

"- Thank you for saving me, but who was that?" - you asked fearfully

"- Venom and you're welcome"

"- What did he want?" - you asked, Spider-Man didn't turned to you

"- I'm sorry, it's my fault. You shouldn't have seen it..."

"- What? It's not your fault!" - you moved closer to him. You wanted to continue but the words got stuck somewhere in your throat. You realized where you could hear this voice, without thinking long, you defiantly pulled off his mask.

"- Hey! What are you doing?" - Spider-Man was outraged and tried to take his mask from you

"- Peter? Is that you?" - you asked in surprise. Parker looked at you and turned away sharply.

"- No! Don't look at me!" - Peter tried to hide his face with his hands -"I'm not Peter!

"- You are Spider-Man! I can't believe it"

"- Don't talk so loud" - Peter came closer - "Someone might hear it"

"- Hey, don't worry, I promise no one will find out about your secret"

"- T-thank you..." - Parker whispered "- Why are you awake at such a late hour?"

"- I couldn't sleep because I was worried about you. You promised to come, but you didn't"

"- Oh, I'm so sorry about it"

"- Don't worry, I had a great time with your Aunt May, I think she liked me"

"- That's good" - Peter smiled. There was an awkward pause between you as you just stared down. Parker was the first to break the silence between you

"- Y/N can I tell you s-something?"

"- Sure" - after your words, Peter nervously took your hand and looked into your eyes

"- Y/N, I know now is not the right time, but we have been friends for a long time and I... I... No! I can't to say that!" - Peter turned around

"- Peter" - you came closer to him and touched his shoulder with your hand -"You know you can tell me everything and I'll keep it in secret if you ask me. We are best friends, do you remember?"

"- That's what I tried to say, Y/N!" - Peter turned to you sharply -"I don't want to be your friend anymore!" - You felt your heart break into a million pieces.

"- Well, if that's what you really want..." - you could barely hold back your tears - "I won't bother you anymore..."

"- No, no, no, wait, that's not what I meant!" - Peter sighed and whispered - "Oh, my God, Peter, why are you so stupid?" - You didn't understand anything. Peter, as if thinking something, took your hand againe

"- Peter, what are you do..." - you were interrupted by an unexpected kiss on the lips. Peter kissed you and it was completely real! Realizing what he was doing, Parker pulled away from you.

"- No, what have I done? Y/N, I'm sorry, I didn't ask you before..." - you kissed him again to shut him up. This moment could last forever if you didn't need oxygen, you pulled away from each other, gasping for air

"- Wow! I did not expect this" - Peter smiled nervous and looked at you -"But, now I'm sure, I love you, Y/N and... Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"- Yes..."- you answered, Peter smiled and kissed you again.

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #the avengers #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #spider man #spider man imagine #spider man x reader #spider man x y/n

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gossipaboutelonmusk · 1 year ago

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That time Grimes made a reddit post about how abusive Elon is.... Allegedly.

My (31f) boyfriend (49m) convinced me that we needed to stop talking to my mom. I figured out why and it's messing me up

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**edit: I decided it's in my best interest to delete the contents of this post.

Everything is under control, thank you all for all your help. Much appreciated.**

Going to do bullet points so this doesn't get to be 100000000 pages long. Also, the title is like, the tip of the iceberg so buckle up I guess

Also I have been up since 4 on 2 hours of sleep and my brain is fried all the time so bear with me pls be nice to me

together for almost 3 years

got pregnant unexpectedly; had a super difficult pregnancy with many complications including severe HG, bleeding, finding out I have a gene mutation that causes pregnancy complications and birth defects. We broke up at the beginning of my pregnancy because he thought I was being dramatic about the HG and refused to take me to the hospital. After i was taken to the hospital and the doctors told him how close to dying I had been he realised he'd been stupid and we reconciled.

I was in labor for almost 60 hours, things didn't progress properly, there were complications, I finally had an emergency c section. Baby was born on Star Wars day 🌟

recovery has been completely awful for me and once again my boyfriend has decided I'm being dramatic because "(Son) is an easy baby". This somehow doesn't cure my continued nausea, pain from having my abdomen opened and then stitched shut, rock hard boobs and sleep deprivation but thanks I guess. He changes diapers and holds/plays with baby when he's not working or fucking around on the internet.

So the stuff about my mom:

Shortly after we reconciled, he and my mom had a disagreement about something. At the time he told me that she was being toxic and trying to meddle in our relationship and that it was better if we ceased communication. He showed me screenshots from his phone that at the time seemed fairly convincing. My mom isn't crazy about him anyway, and she'd made no secret about that when we were separated, so even though I was surprised by the things "she" was saying I did believe him (and stupidly felt like it was the right thing to do to make things work with him).

It bothered me that he was constantly asking me if I had been talking to her and that he was paranoid about it but I was like well, what she said was really hurtful (basically that he was abusing me but that I was too stupid to see it and that she was going to come take our baby away so he wouldn't be raised by him), so I understand.

A couple of days ago I overheard him talking about me on a discord voice chat, basically complaining that I was being lazy and useless since I gave birth and that it was my "job" so I needed to suck it up and do it. I didn't let him know that I had overheard, but I was upset. Later on we were in the bedroom and the baby was losing his mind and I was having trouble getting him to latch and I was in so much pain and I just started crying and saying I wanted my mom. He snapped at me that my mom had filled my head with feminist garbage my whole life and that was why I was weak and couldn't handle something women had been doing for thousands of years. I was kind of floored. I'd never heard him say anything like that before. I told him he needed to leave and go sleep elsewhere because I was really hurt.

When he went to work the next morning I decided to call my mom and to see what the hell he has been doing on the internet, because I felt like that was the logical step to take.

I was not that surprised to find that he'd been on men's rights type websites (if you agree with that fine whatever) and was using them to express his frustration that although he'd thought he'd found an ideal young partner who would have babies and turn into an ideal housewife (which was so weird to read because I feel like I'm the furthest thing from some housewife type and I'm not shy about that, I guess my mom has been filling my head with feminist garbage my whole life after all 😂. When we first met it seemed like we had lots of shared interests and ideas and he enjoyed my independence), but that pregnancy had made me gross and useless and then giving birth made me even worse, saying the only good thing about me was that I had a boy my first go.

I was pretty surprised however to learn that the original conversation he and my mom had was about his attitude toward me but had nothing to do with him being abusive and she never threatened to take the baby, she just suggested to him that if he really loved me he would support me and be there for me. He told HER she'd never speak to me again and that she'd never meet her grandchild. She forwarded me the conversations.

I'm not wrong in thinking this is all totally fucked up, right? There's absolutely no saving a relationship like this? I know it seems pretty cut and dry when it's all laid out but like...I just need someone to give me some advice on what to do, where to go from here?

Edit: I'm okay and everything is okay but I may be quiet/slow to reply while I get some things sorted out. Thank you for all your advice.

Going to do bullet points so this doesn't get to be 100000000 pages long. Also, the title is like, the tip of the iceberg so buckle up I guess

Also I have been up since 4 on 2 hours of sleep and my brain is fried all the time so bear with me pls be nice to me

together for almost 3 years

I was in labor for almost 60 hours, things didn't progress properly, there were complications, I finally had an emergency c section. Baby was born on Star Wars day 🌟

So the stuff about my mom:

When he went to work the next morning I decided to call my mom and to see what the hell he has been doing on the internet, because I felt like that was the logical step to take.

Notes:

Source

Worth reading the comments section posted in the link.

Also, this article is a pretty good synopsis.

#elon musk #elongated muskrat #elon moschus #grimes #reddit #grimes music #baby #kids

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kayentokk · 2 years ago

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Your Redhead

-Pairing; Kirishima Eijiro x Fem! Reader

A/N; First time writing….yeah

-Synopsis;Being a pro-hero is hard, dating one is even harder. You know this first-hand after Kirishima has to cancel a date, which leaves him feeling really bad

-Contains; fluff, established relationship, misunderstandings, kisses, pet names

-wc; 790

You and your boyfriend, Kirishima have been dating for about a year and you're madly in love with each other. You know everything about each other and enjoy spending quality time together.

Kirishima planned a date for you guys this weekend and you were super excited until he said he had to cancel, due to his hero work. Even though you were upset you tried to not mope about it, seeing as he already felt bad and had been trying to do everything for you.

So on the day you guys were supposed to have the date you just stayed at you guys' shared apartment and played video games with your friends.

"Hey y/n I need backup over here" yf/n said.

"Kk comin" you said as you stuffed yf/cp in your mouth.

A couple of hours had passed as you continued to play with your friends. You looked at the clock and read "9:30" you had been playing for more then a couple hours. It didn't matter as you quickly focused back on your computer screen.

Just then your boyfriend came home and you were so distracted you didn't even notice. He walked into your gaming room and you didn't notice that either, until he put his hand in front of your screen.

"Babeeeee move outa the way, I'm trying to play" you whined.

Him not pleased with your answer, shot you a glare and went to the bathroom to shower.

After your boyfriends shower he came back to your gaming room and tried to get a different answer.

"Pebble? You almost done playing?" He asked.

"Yeah just a little while longer" you groaned.

"Just come to bed with me, please? I know you're still upset but I'm really sorry about having to cancel"

"Babe I'm not upset" you chuckled. "Just another hour. Ok?"

"Okay"

After an hour passed you remembered that you had to wash your dishes from your breakfast earlier, before you went to bed with Kirishima. So you grabbed your headphones and your phone, and went to the kitchen to wash them.

You put your headphones on and played yf/s. When you were washing dishes you always turned the volume up on your headphones, so when your boyfriend called you you didn't hear him.

Suddenly you felt arms around your waist, and you slid your headphones off your ears. Kirishima wrapped his arms around your waist and his head was in the crook of your neck. You quickly acknowledged this and rubbed your head on his.

"Pebble....I'm really sorry about the date, I promise I'll make it up to you please don't be mad at me anymore?"

"Kiri I'm not mad at you, you goofball" you chuckled.

"So how come you've been ignoring me?" He questioned.

"I haven't...Have I?"

"Earlier I walked in and you seemed upset like you didn't want to talk to me, you didn't even look me in the face or hug me like you normally do when I walk in. Just now I called you and you didn't answer."

"Aww babe I wasn't upset with you, I was just focused on the game. I'm sorry. Also I didn't hear you call me my volume was up really loud," you said pointing to your headphones.

"Oh..." Your boyfriend said as he stood straight and scratched the back of his neck.

You grinned and laughed a little. Your boyfriend was so lovable and he cared so much. You quickly hurried to try and finish the dishes as you felt your boyfriend growing a little impatient. He kissed your neck and squeezed you tighter before saying,

"Pebble....let's go cuddle...I'm tired."

Knowing you wanted to cuddle too, you quickly hurried and finished the dishes. As soon and you dried your hands Kirishima picked you up and sat you on the counter.

He started playing with your unbrushed fluffy h/c hair. He twisted it in his fingers and then began to smell it. It was amazing the way he could get so happy just from smelling you. He then caressed your face and stared into your e/c eyes.

Then before leaning in to kiss you he gripped your thighs. Before you could even think he pressed his lips against yours, before saying

"I love you Pebble"

"I love you too kiri"

Your redhead then picked you up off of the counter. You wrapped your legs around him and kissed him one more time. He walked you into the bedroom before tossing you on the bed and right after he jumped on almost crushing you.

You guys then snuggled and watched TV while talking and laughing through the night. Until you guys fell asleep in each other's arms.

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surfscraped · 1 year ago

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‷ heads up ; if you hear NINA by ELLA LUNA blaring, it’s most likely KAINOA 'KAI' GIL making their way down the shore ! they’re 23 years old and celebrate their birthday on 10/30 - i knew they were a SCORPIO ! especially since they’re very BEGUILING and IMPETUOUS. they are from KOHALA, HI, staying in FROG HOLLOW and are currently working as a BARTENDER AT BEACH CREEK OYSTER BAR AND GRILLE and a SURF INSTRUCTOR, here at the cape. they always did remind me of mile-high stack of unread books, paint-splattered jeans, and staying up still sunrise.‷

hey, everyone ! i’m gel (she/they), i’m 25, and this is my little goob kai :) (i know it’s long but i promise you don’t really need to read it all)

T R I G G E R W A R N I N G S : ----

Q U I C K F A C T S –

full name: kainoa ‘kai’ gil. nickname: kai. age: 23. gender: cis woman. pronouns: she/her/hers. sexuality: lesbian. relationship status: single. place of birth: kohala, hawai’i. current residency: frog hollow – cape may, new jersey. parents: mother – koa noelani gil (formerly koa noelani). father – noah gil (deceased). siblings: younger sister (- 5 1/2 years). children: none. occupation: bartender at beach creek oyster bar and grille; surf instructor. faceclaim: auli’i cravalho.

B A C K G R O U N D – (cw : death of parent; illness)

tl;dr – born in hawai’i, father passed away when she was young, and her mother soon after found out she was pregnant. due to their finances and growing costs of living on the island, they were essentially forced to pack up their home and they landed in cape may. while kai had the option of leaving for college (great test scores and grades + childhood traumatic event really opened up a lot of doors), she decided to stay close to her family. she dropped out two years in when her younger sister got sick. now her sister’s recovered, but she’s not exactly itching to go back to school. so instead, she took up a couple jobs to help support her mother with the hospital bills and now it’s almost 3 years later and she’s not really sure if there’s something else she should be doing or even if she wants there to be.

kai, born KAINOA MAKA GIL, was the pride and joy of her parents, koa and noah gil. she was born in the northern part of kohala, hawai’i. her father was a rancher and her mother worked for a horseback tour company. they weren’t well off by any means, but for a few years, they lived comfortably in the place her mother had been raised. when she was FIVE YEARS OLD, she remembers her mother taking her to see her father at the hospital. she only remembers seeing him twice after that, once was the last time he held her and the other was at his funeral. all she really understood was that he wasn’t coming back.

they made it work for a little bit. her uncle had traveled from the mainland to come to the funeral and he stayed for a few weeks to help with the house and take care of kai. but with his own family to provide for, he couldn’t stay very long. the night before he was set to leave, kai’s mother found out she was pregnant. much of the symptoms she’d chalked up to grief but after seeing the doctor at the insistent of her brother, she couldn’t deny it. she was going to have another child. as elated as kai was to have a little sibling, it was hard for her at such as young age to console that with the knowledge that her father wasn’t going to be there for them.

for a few months, her mother continued working despite brother’s wishes, but there was really no choice with having to provide for the home and take care of kai and making sure there was no pregnancy issues. but it was a matter of time before she could no longer work with the baby coming. she threw herself into preparing the house for both the baby and inevitable guests. kai’s uncle managed to come to the island for a few weeks along with his family to make sure that koa had support at such an important time.

after kai’s little sister was born, it was only a matter of time before their mother inevitably made the decision to move to the mainland. with the rising costs of living on the island, coupled with the household income getting slashed in half and the addition of another person to care for, it was no longer feasible to stay in their home. through the help of a family friend, she got a position as an elementary school teacher in cape may. with 7-year old kai and 6-month old kalea in tow, koa packed up her childhood home and made her way across the mainland to cape may, new jersey.

they moved in with the family friend, and kai noticed how her mother no longer looked as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. so she tried her best to keep it that way. throughout elementary and middle school, kai was an excellent student, even being placed into the advanced academics programs. however, she was always a bit restless, always doing things too fast (regardless of whether or not she does it right). while it hadn’t steered her too far off the track when it came to her grades, it still led to long talks with her mother during parent-teacher conferences. her tests and essays were above average but it was clear she’d rush through them by the amount of points she’d miss on little mistakes. she would sort of flit and out of paying attention in class, often being chastised for pulling out a book to read during a lesson or starting the assignment before the teacher had finished providing instructions.

she’d channel this restless energy when playing youth club soccer, and she was heavily invested in her art and music classes. her father had been an artist, too, is what her mother told her. it was the closest she’d felt to him since he was alive. and whenever she wasn’t painting or at practice, she was helping take care of kalea. kai and her mother fell into a routine. just before kai started high school, the three of them moved into a home in frog hollow. as grateful as koa was to the family friend that took them in, she knew raising a teenager and a pre-teen wasn’t really something she wanted to saddle them with.

in high school, kai had much of the same issues and every teacher was beginning to sound like a broken record – too much energy, not enough energy, too fast, not paying enough attention, great grades, NOT ENOUGH, TOO MUCH – and it led to too many calls home than she would’ve liked. she took up surfing a few years earlier and it, along with too many hours painting in the art studio, became the best ways to settle her mind. she even joined a few surfing competitions, though she never actually won. by the grace of whatever being there was out there, she’d graduated high school with stellar grades (and a thick file) and was faced with numerous offers to schools along the east coast. the last thing she wanted to do was move far away from her mother, but upon her mother’s insistence to take the opportunities she had been given, they both agreed on temple university. while it was around 2 hours away, it gave both kai and koa comfort to know she was never too far away. not to mention the burden lifted by her full scholarship.

college had been much more her speed, though that may have been because she was finally getting to study shit she actually liked and was interested in. while she wasn’t necessarily at the top of her class, college and the city gave her numerous outlets for art and her energy, in general. she visited home during breaks but grew to love the independence that school gave her. it seemed like everything had finally fallen into place for her.

she remembers being woken by a call, 9 or 10am, she wasn’t sure. it was a week before finals and she had definitely been sleeping later than a regular person’s circadian rhythm liked. it was the family friend, calling from the hospital. her sister had passed out in the middle of class and as much as she urged kai not to worry, that kalea came to quickly and the hospital was just precautionary, it did nothing to dissuade kai from borrowing a friend’s car and speeding down the 94 miles to cape may.

it took a few days of tests to find out that kalea was ill, with something that would take months of recovery. the good news was there the survival rates were pretty good, so long as kalea’s body responded well to treatment. despite not wanting to, kai let herself be forced back to school (partly by her family, partly by her friend who kindly lent her their car). as hard as she tried, she couldn’t focus and it showed in her semester grades. it was halfway through being back home for semester break that she decided to take a semester off. her sister and her mother would be her priority.

NOW: that semester off turned into her dropping out for the foreseeable future when her sister took longer to recover than they’d hope. but now it’s almost three years later and her sister is fine, but leaving to go back to school had quickly fallen to the bottom of kai’s list. so she took up a couple jobs and decided she’d make herself useful if she was gonna stick around. those hospital bills definitely aren’t going to pay themselves. she says it’s because she wants to be there for her family just in case something happens again, but part of her thinks it’s because she doesn’t really know what she should do with her life, with or without a degree. so for now her days are filled with surfing lessons while her nights have her slinging drinks behind a bar. when she finds the time, she paints, even sells a piece or two. maybe that’s enough.

A E S T H E T I C S / P E R S O N AL I T Y –

she sort of gives off a mix between surfer/sk8r boi and artist. like the cargo pants, oversized tees, usually with a beanie. very casual. not a fan of dressing up and you’ll probably see her wearing an aloha shirt at whatever formal functions she’s been roped into.

she’s a bit of an insomniac, so it’s not unusual to see her out on the water at sunrise or just riding her longboard down the street after a shift at the bar. it’s any wonder how she gets any rest, tbh.

she loves reading but sometimes she’s more like a book collector than a reader with the amount of them stacked on her desk and nightstand and really anywhere she can put them. as fast of a reader as she is, she’s also very easily distracted and will often hop from book to book and end up finishing neither.

beguiling – interesting or attractive, but perhaps not to be trusted; when she wants to, she can certainly turn up the charm. it’s probably what gets her so many tips at work. the problem with her charm is that it so often appears as if she’s hiding something it. whether that’s her inability to figure out what she actually wants or how lost she often feels, who knows?

impetuous – likely to do something suddenly, without considering the results of your actions; the problem with not knowing what you want long term is that you tend to sort of just do what you want in the short term. this rash decision making probably get hers into more trouble than she knows, but the lack of any real consequences hasn’t exactly made her change her ways.

if it wasn’t clear by now, she’s a big family gal. her family is the most important thing to her, especially after everything, and she’ll do whatever it takes to keep her family happy and healthy and supported. unfortunately, this mentality (and her dropping out as a result), has led to a strained relationship with her sister. despite kai’s attempts to change her mind, kalea blames herself for kai never finishing school. and this guilt has only increased tenfold with her being set to go off to college next year.

W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S –

E X E S ! she’s a bit of a stereotypical, flaky artist type so she’s probably broken more hearts than she knows. it’s doubtful any of these relationships lasted any longer than a year, but it’s possible that some could’ve been more serious than kai let on.

R I D E O R D I E ! literally her best friend(s) till the end. whether or not they just really hit it off a couple years ago or they’ve been friends since they met, these are the kind of friends that kai essentially considers family. and we know how she feels about her family.

C H I L D H O O D F R I E N D S ! basically these are people she met when she first got to cape may and they hit it off and practically grew up to together. they don’t necessarily still have to be friends now because people grow apart and stuff but she’ll always have a fondness for them since they were probably some of the first people she met in town.

C O L L E G E / C I T Y F R I E N D S ! anyone she met at college or in philly! they don’t necessarily have to have stayed in touch either.

F A V O R I T E C L I E N T S ! either the bar or surfing lessons. they can be regulars or just people that have stuck out/

C O - W O R K E R S ! other people at beach creek oyster bar and grille or some other surf instructors.

E N E M I E S ! like i said, kai’s probably gotten herself in trouble with a lot more people than she knows. it would be a shock to absolutely no one if she’s made a couple of enemies.

F A M I L Y C O N N E C T I O N S ! could be friends of her mother (and/or other teachers she works with), people who know her sister, etc.

A N Y T H I N G ! if there’s anything else your beautiful mind can think of , pls lmk and plot with me ! i love plots and i want all the plots so pls

so sorry for making this super long and im sure i still forgot something which blows, but here she is !

#cape.intro #KAINOA GIL ❮ character study ❯#this is absolutely unnecessary long

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dimonds456 · 2 years ago

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i just wanna feel okay. i just wanna move on. i just wanna be able to go a fucking month without thinking about her. all her memory does is give me massive anxiety, and fear, and dread, and i never realize it's coming from her memory until something triggers it again.

i fucking hate this. i know i have ptsd. i have SOME form of it. idk of it's the normal one or c-ptsd or some secret third thing but i'm not exaggerating, and i'm not faking it, and i'm just so fucking tired of fighting it.

it's not even about her. last summer, i almost died. i straight-up barely made it through. and my illness has been affecting me since middle school. my first experience with seeing stars was caused by my thyroid fucking up. my heart rate has been over 200 several times. i don't know how i haven't had a fucking heart attack and keeled over yet.

it's bound to happen. but also not. we're not tied down by fate, there's no such thing. self-fulfilling prophecies yes, and butterfly's wings flap and suddenly you're on the run from the law, yes. but it's not fate, it's an intricate web of cause and effect to get you there.

what caused this in me?

no one fucking knows. i'm tired, and i'm queer, and i'm disabled, but able-passing, and i'm hurt, and traumatized, and guilty of so many things no other living soul knows about, and i'm struggling with religion again and hating myself for it, and i just want to feel okay.

i just want a day where i don't have graves. a day where i can run as fast as i want, and a day where i won't fall over for it, and a day where i can lay on my stomach and pick grass in a field where it's warm or even hot but i'm not uncomfortable, or i want to be able to play tag with my brother, or just go a single fucking day where nothing matters and i can just.... exist.

i want to be alive.

i can't see my future. i can't see where i'll be in ten years. i spent last summer wondering if i'd see 2023. i'm here, and i made it to my 20's (something i didn't think was possible when i was 14), so now, i just gotta get to my 30's, right? but... there's so much shit going on. where will i be at 30? is it even worth thinking about? surely, yes, since the future is important, but... i can't see it. i can't see it, and if i can, the only reliable thing i see is loneliness. i'm always alone, sitting on a couch, touch-starved, watching tv and not even drawing. my hand got fucked up somewhere along the way, cuz of course it was, and i can't do anything.

they say that dreams are a reflection of the subconscious. that whatever reality we don't want to face, it comes out in dreams. but if that's true, why does she keep haunting them? is she in my future?

i want to be alive. i am alive. alive, i tell you.

.....but for how long?

it feels like i'm waiting for a clock to count down, that the people who say that we only breathe a certain number of times in our lives are right and my limit's almost up. i'm going to fall asleep, and not wake up, and no one will even notice for a few days because i'm already a hermit who prefers staying inside because the sun makes me feel awful and even when i'm inside that's when i get eaten alive by just, everything.

i got this far in life by being positive. i can continue to do that. but, my positivity has also blinded me to the bad before, and pretty much every relationship i've ever had has turned sour in some way because i refused to acknowledge a person's faults or express when i was uncomfortable until i couldn't stand it anymore. i wanna lay boundaries, but not upset people. i wanna hold a friendship for more than two years without it rotting away like an old maple leaf downed in acid. i hate thinking about my past, but i also love talking about it because i always think that imparting my bad experiences will help people somehow, even if it hurts me to think about it, but i should think about it, otherwise it'll fester and come out later.

i need therapy, but i can't get it. i'm alone.

i'm alone in my head. i'm alone in this room. i'm alone in this city. i'm alone in my pain, and my struggles, and i'm alone in my life. i feel like i attract bad people and hurt the good ones. i can't maintain a good friendship unless it's online. i'm going to be all alone, by myself, with no one to really reach to when my body finally fails me and i'm left to thrash around by myself.

i need to go to bed.

#dimond speaks #vent #severe content warning for this one- lots of self-negativity; helplessness; talk of death; ect #unreality in the tags #also ptsd and cptsd #i lead a fun life as you can clearly fucking see #like i'm lucky. i feel like i have it good. but at the same time i keep getting fucked over every other week #unreality here but the writers of my life cannot make up their damned minds on what my living space or mental state is #like just fucking pick one so i can deal with it properly!#i just wanna feel okay. i dont think thats a tall order right?

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bitter30s · 2 years ago

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Cheating men create bitter women.

I was living my best life in Colorado at age 28 going on 29. I met a man and I believed he was the one. You can guess where this is going. I “fell in love”. He was younger than me and I should have kicked him to the curb when the first few red flags showed up.

#1 he was going through a divorce

#2 he lied about his age

#3 within the first two weeks of us exclusively dating he was still on dating sites and said he had to keep his options open.

But stupidity prevailed I put this “man” before myself and before God and moved him in my apartment. Ignoring all the red flags and God’s clear “NO’s!”

Things in Colorado were peaches and cream. He was living off me and I didn’t see the problem. SMFH.

He is in the military so he gets moved 4 months into our relationship to Tennessee. I should have let go and let God, right? Wrong …my dumb ass gets a job and leaves the state I love and followed this man-child to TN. He helps me make the move financially and even helps me find an apartment. Mind you he is still technically married but legally separated. So the military and social media have no idea we are in a relationship.

My dumb ass gets pregnant the moment I get to Tennessee. This man-child takes me to meet his entire family in Atlanta, who I love and loved me instantly. We kept our relationship and my pregnancy on the down-low and only our families know the truth. As he is still living with me in my apartment that I am paying all the bills for. I catch him talking to other woman and sending inappropriate pictures with not once but twice. And what do I do, you ask?I forgive him and allow him to continue to allow him to live in my home rent free.

(Side note he has a room at the army base he could stay at).

But I forgive him and we pray and he claimed to have given the “sex addiction” to God. (If a man can lie to God and about what God is doing in your life…(He can lie to anyone) He claims over and over that he is getting better.

We pray and move on to him going through all my journals from the past 6 years. Questioning me on my past relationships from before we were even a thing. He called me a liar and questioned me of details on my past. After 10 years of smoking weed I had truly forgotten most of my past. I was a sexual person in my early 20’s just like most young adults and he calls me a slut. Hang in there it gets better.

The first week of my third trimester he goes through all my old broken phones and reads my old journals from 5-6 years prior and questions me on it. We get into an argument. My side was why do you care about what I did in the past before you knew me. “Don’t you realize I am a different person and you never knew that side of me”. He says “well why can’t I have that version of you too.” Because mother fucker I am a new creation in Christ Jesus and I am not in the streets anymore. I am about be 30 and about to be a mom and want to settle down now. Mind you his guilty conscience is trying to accuse me of the things he is doing.

October 1 we get into another altercation. He pushes me into a table and pushed me out the door of my own home. Mind you I’m 25 ish weeks pregnant. The next day my water broke. I end up in the hospital for three weeks almost losing my job forcing him to pay 2 months of my bills. His name was not on my apartment. My healthy baby boy was born at 29 weeks at 2 lb and 14 oz. My son was breach and a lack of fluid forced me to have a c section. During my intense stay at the hospital he complained about his sexual desires not being met because we haven’t had sex due to me having a Cervical cerclage at 20 weeks pregnant and being in the hospital because of my water breaking. He tells me he wants to have a threesome and I told him I did not. Because I’ve done it before and didn’t like it. I also don’t want to bring another person into our relationship. I told him if he wants to do it don’t expect me to still be here. He says since I’ve moved to Tennessee our sex life hasn’t been the best. And I’ve never matched his sexual desires. (Side note I’ve made him finish within seconds- but in our arrangement he claims my cat is ran through, must be tight enough to make you finish quick).

(Several other arguments and altercations have happened but I’m just naming the major ones)

A week after my c section we have another argument and he kicks me in the stomach. And no, I never called the police on him because I was a stupid girl “in love”.

Later we argue about my desire, dreams, and goals of wanting to go to complete my MDiv and going to Law School. He says that it’s stupid to get a degree because most people he knows don’t use their degrees. But my track record showed I used my BSW to the max and now I want to work on the Macro level. His points are invalid because he doesn’t even have a completed degree. He has been in the military the past 6/7 years and before that he worked at Walmart.

Last account. Baby boy comes home and the holidays pass. I’m blessed to work from home with the same company. This fool buys a house and we moved into the house together the second week of December.

It’s the second week of January I’m at home playing the piano in his Mac book. He called and helped me set it up. Now at this point I don’t know if he wanted to get caught or is just fucking stupid. He is texting 4 different woman and his phone is connected his Mac. I called to confront him and he denies what I’m seeing. A woman is responding it was so great seeing you yesterday. I respond maybe you shouldn’t be talking to a man with a girlfriend and baby he just bought a house for. I sent it to the other girl and talked to them both by sending them my number. Come to find out this bitch has been dating them both since my water broke. He has been seeing them and showing up in my car. Meeting their children. He has several other relationships. What do I do, You ask? I exposed him for the cheating, lying, ass wipe he is. I told his entire family. He gets mad and we tussle over the baby and he steals my phone. I ran to the neighbors and called the police. He in return tells me I need to get out. With no where to go and no money. Mind you all the shit in the house is mine! SMH. In the end he put his baby momma and new born baby out in the middle of winter and changed the locks. I call the military and police and expose him. I packed a Uhaul. with as much as I could and left. He was too afraid to sign the birth certificate and give the baby his last name because he didn’t want to get into trouble with the military because he was still going through his divorce. His divorce was finalized Oct 3. My son was born October 22. With that being said in the state of Tennessee according to the military and police he has no rights over my son. I took a picture of his SSN and birth certificate and will be putting his ass on child support. And here I am starting over again at 30 with a newborn baby boy who has my entire heart, back home with my family in Maryland. But cheating men turn women bitter because I don’t want to ever date again.

What did I learn:

#1 don’t meet people on Facebook Dating.

#2 don’t move in together until he puts a ring on your finger.

#3 stand for what you believe is what is right and don’t take shit from any man. Especially one with little if no life experiences.

#4 don’t trust a man who can lie to God or about God’s work in his life.

What good came out of it.

#1 my son

#2 I will listen to God more

#3 he did get me reconnected to my father and I helped him get out of jail.

#4 I lived in the south.

#5 I’m back home to begin a new chapter in a better future forward

#bitter #cheater cheater #mental abuse #Manipulating #pathological liars #fuck men #DavyonJohnson

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emotionaldumps · 2 years ago

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new year...new me?

jk, maybe not so much a new “me” but i will be continuing my gym sessions to be more confident and get healthier and my last name changes this year! new year means new goals, one big one i plan on achieving is continuing to get back into reading, and maybe read 2 or 3 books a month.

we’re leaving 2022 behind and entering 2023.

this new year will hold so many memories, adventures and emotions for all of us, but especially for me personally.

i’m going home in february for a short weekend and again in june for a week. c& i celebrate 5 years together in april. my nephew turns 18 and graduates high school in june. i turn 30 in july (hello potential dirty thirty? lol as if! also how am i almost the same age as my sister when she died?). my son turns 10 in august. c & i get married in october. in the midst of that will be more family time with our families. i will get to see family and friends i never see often more than once.

this year also marks a decade since our lives turned upside down. 10/27 will be ten years since we lost grandma, which that date is also our rehearsal dinner for the wedding. i have no doubt that she’s okay with sharing her angelversary date with us beginning to celebrate our wedding.

my birthday (7/1) marks 10 years since i heard my sister’s voice and 11/1 marks ten years since she left us. it’s surreal it’s been this long already. it’s been a decade since i’ve physically seen her and got to hug her tight and tell her i love her to her face and having to come to realize it’s now been the same length of time since any hope for a possibility of rekindling our relationship has died with her sucks...it hurts.

30 years young and i’ve lived almost more than half of it without my sister in my life. she’s missing out on so much while also being spiritually present for everything at the same time. i have to get married without her being there for every single part of it. i’m so thankful to have her childhood best friend there to be with us, as a “stand in” so-to-speak.

here’s to continuing to make my angels proud of me this year, to physical and emotional changes, potential (hopeful) new job, soaking up every second of wedding bliss and everything in between.

here’s to 2023 being better than 2022. cheers.

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ckkookie · 2 years ago

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SERENE LOVE 🍒

Topic - making love with your cold mafia boyfriend for the first time [established relationship ]

Taehyung x f reader

Summary - fluff 70% ,smut 30%, Taehyung is sweet and a little cold, reader is cute, mentions of first time, shy reader, taehyung is a tease, tae's veiny arms, strength, cock appreciation, body appreciation, both madly in love

You and Taehyung have been in a relationship for 2 years now and talking about your boyfriend then taehyung is a little cold sometimes when it comes to expressing himself but he never misses any chance to show it through his affectionate actions

"Taeeee ,when will you finish your work i wanna cuddle you" you whined while pouting and looking at him "muchkin you are already doing that " he said indicating at you who is wrapped around him while sitting on his laps "no this is your office room i wanna cuddle in bed and watch movies" you said sulking "hmm baby wait for more 20 minutes i am almost done with the rival's info " he said concentrating on his laptop and rubbing your back with his veiny hand as you snuggled in his chest hoping he finishes it soon.

After 2 hours

You woke up with kisses on all over your face so you tried to cover your head with the duvet "yah you little devil how can you sleep hmm i guess we are to watch a movie and cuddle but never mind you seem sleepy " he kissed your forehead and pretended to get up but soon heard your whine he chuckled at your cute behavior and came to hug you but his knee touched you down there ,you ignored it and hugged him nevertheless soon you felt hot when your boobs pressed against his chest as he laid over you snuggling in your neck "what happened muchkin why you so quiet all of a sudden? " " i feel very hot...and umm i n-need you Tae " taehyung looked at you a little shook since your were always his innocent baby and didn't thought you would say this on your own but he also felt happy that finally now you both will be one physically and he can mark you as his "babylove are you ready for it?" you felt tingles all over your stomach from the nickname like always "yes Tae i want to feel you and i am ready" he smiled at you cupping your cheeks he pecked your lips"if you feel uncomfortable or any pain you'll inform me instantly okay? " "okay!" he chuckled and started from featherly kisses on your neck to worshipping and praising your body until both of you had no clothes on now he came up with his eyes looking deeply at yours and you nodded so he entered in you causing you to yelp in pain but you didn't let your tears fall cause Tae will stop and also you'll have to do it someday so you adjusted to his manly size while he wiped your sweat and pampered you with kisses. you signaled him to move and he slowly started rubbing his member inside your walls as pleasure took over you he increased the pace "aah babygirl you are so tight " "a-ahh Tae it feels so good mmh" he kissed you passionately and continued ramming inside you "how can i- aah not notice this amazing cock all these years Taeee" you clenched around his cock Tae groaned and increased his pace " taehyungie i am c-cumming " "come all over my cock, love" he said caressing your hairs and kissing your face while thrusting inside you and soon you came all over his cock "baby hold tight hmm " you nodded while hugging his back as he chased his own release making the bed move back and forth "oww y/n i love you so so much ngh" with that he came inside you . Once he came down from his high he dropped his body on yours balancing his weight he hugged you as you hugged him back feeling drowsy but taehyung took his member out and picked you up taking you to the bathroom you hugged his neck and smooched his cheek admiring his side profile as he walked "someone loves my side profile hmm" you hid your face in his neck "i love the whole of you" Taehyung stopped midway and looked at you "ooh! muchkin i can't believe my ears can you please say it again" he said dramatically throwing his head back and closing his eyes " i hate you taeee " you said hididng your crimson cheeks in his chest, he chuckled and kissed your forehead "love you too my baby" a beautiful smile danced on both of your lips

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( pls tell me your thoughts about the fic🙁 it will really make me happy knowing that you've enjoyed it ☺ )

#bts taehyung #taehyung #taehyung reader #bts tae tae #bts tae x reader #taehyung smut #taehyung smile #taehyung fluff #taehyung boyfriend material #taehyung mafia au #established relationship #cuterelationship

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cherry-blossom5243 · 2 years ago

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As I grow older, I encounter more and more questions about kids. Let's get one thing straight - I never had any maternal instincts nor have I ever wanted kids. They were never in any future plans and still are not. In fact, I don't even like kids! I absolutely hate when people say things like "oh but you will change your mind" blah blah or when they try to almost force it! It's absolutely ridiculous. Long story short, I want to start a thread of reasons not to have a child as I was recently asked for reasons. Well I already have over 100. Please feel free to continue in comments or reblogs.

Reasons NOT to have a child:

1. Exhaustion

2. Nausea

3. Being uncomfortable

4. 9 months of carrying it

5. Restricted movement

6. Kicks

7. Punches

8. Pussy tear

9. Possible ass tear!?

10. Possible C section

11. Possible complications

12. Responsibility FOREVER

13. Moneyyyyy

14. Something can go wrong at any time

15. Long hours in painful labour

16. No more freedom

17. Have to consider the child in all decision making

18. Can't freely travel

19. Can't freely go anywhere

20. Can't do whatever you want

21. Screaming!!!

22. They're selfish

23. Needy bastards

24. Unnecessary crying

25. What if I can't even comfort them

26. Waking up at all hours

27. Sleep deprivation

28. Dirty!

29. No more me time

30. No more us time

31. Can't work for a while

32. Will make haemorrhoids worse

33. My blood pressure is already low

34. My heart problems can make us both worse

35. Oxygen issues

36. Possible death of me and/or the baby

37. Teeth! I don't wanna lose them!

38. Nutrients thief

39. Hip problems forever

40. More stretch marks

41. Body shape changes

42. Flappy boobs

43. Flat ass

44. Increased weight

45. Swollen ankles

46. Swollen legs

47. Swollen fingers

48. Period issues during

49. Period issues after

50. Childbirth!

51. Costs upon costs for at least 18 years

52. Sore titties

53. What if I hurt it

54. It's so fragile

55. No proper sleep

56. No proper rest

57. I don't have the energy

58. I might pass on genetic conditions

59. Depression will get even worse

60. They might end up hating me

61. Might end up hating life and be just as depressed

62. Their vomit

63. Faeces

64. Will not want them in public in case they cry and are, well, like kids are

65. Tantrums

66. No time

67. Can't delve into many hobbies unrelated to the child

68. Teething

69. Doctors, doctors, doctors

70. Sex life??

71. Relationships?

72. Friends?

73. Work?

74. I dislike most children

75. I dislike many humans

76. Have to be conscious of every word, swears etc.

77. Have to act like a role model all the bloody time

78. Want a drink? Alcoholism? Judgement from others

79. Judged on how good am I as a parent

80. Constant "suggestions" from others on how to do things

81. Judged if I have other ways

82. Family will want to be even more involved and present

83. Vegetarian beliefs challenged further

84. Other views challenged

85. I like eating and doing stuff without having to mind another being first

86. Vomit will make me Vomit!

87. I like my personal space

88. I enjoy peace

89. I enjoy quiet time

90. I enjoy watching movies etc. Without distractions

91. I like it just being me, my partner, and our furry family

92. I want animals (unlike kids), which are much better and as much a part of the family as a human would be

93. Have to wipe their ass for a few years!

94. Wiping noses

95. Endless cleaning

96. I'm grossed out by stinky little kids

97. I don't think I have enough patience

98. I like tidy places - kids certainly won't help with that!

99. What if I don't love it? Don't have any maternal feelings towards them?

100. Even further lowered self-esteem

101. My mental health issues will certainly take another beating

102. I just don't want them!!!

#i dont want kids

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swinterr · 4 years ago

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fic rec vi ♡

hi!

this is a another new set of fic rec and i’ll probably do a compilation of genre (?) just like the first ones.

made some changes like tidying up a bit and adding summary, for those that doesn’t have any summary i’ll try my best to add my own summary (it will probably be shit tho, i ain’t making a smut summary guys, i’m not confident in my describing a fic ability but i’ll try my best. if its in italic it means i made the summary hehez ) if the summary is shit, i made it okay.

read and support the fic and authors here: the fic rec ♡

a for angst

f for fluff

s for smut

// for series or list

nct

jeno

no title by @tyongf-nct | s

- smut blurb.

body guards and boyfriend by @pastelsicheng | f

- sometimes the only way you can really get some alone time with your boyfriend is by making his job hard.

lipstick smears by @kopikokun | f

- jeno never thought trying to get his makeup artist’s attention would be this hard.

jaehyun

[10:30] by @moonttaeil |

- a lockdown moment.

[2:40] by @nct-jungjaehyun | f a

- cute quality fluff time with bf!jae with a dash of angst.

[11:41] by @jeongvision | f

- family time with apples.

just like magic by @starryhyuck | f s

- jung jaehyun’s body count is almost as high as yours. however, after yuta spreads a nasty rumor, you learn that jaehyun’s always imagined those girls to be you instead.

love to hate me by @moonctzeny | s a

- you and jaehyun meet as sm trainees, developing a friendship until he debuts and you decided to leave the company and pursue a solo career. when you reunite again in a music show and he acts like he barely knows you, you stubbornly begin a series of hate-brimmed sex rendez-vous. your touch-and-go relationship continues on, until a song collaboration will force you both to deal with all your repressed feelings for each other.

moving on by @ddeonghwaa | f a

- reader has been chasing jae for some time but when she moved on jae suddenly enter the picture.

sun&moon by @ppangjae | f a

- asking jeong jaehyun to accompany you to your family’s 1-week christmas vacation as your boyfriend has its consequences. one can surely get through 1 week of pretending to be in love with an enemy, right?

snack run with a snack by @kopikokun | f

- on your usual movie night with the members, they assign you sudden snack collecting duty. you’re a little peeved, but at least jaehyun offers to tag along. Unfortunately for you, things really aren’t going in your favour tonight.

lover boy by @neoct-zen | f s

- bunch fics of lover boy jae and reader.

jungwoo

one more time, please by @haequarius | f s

- you don’t know what you and Jungwoo are, but you are certainly weak for him.

jealous by @whiplashsan | s

- jungwoo is all smiles and sunshine until he gets jealous, and he just so happens to get jealous over the smallest things when it comes to you.

doyoung

sugar, spice and everything not nice by @alreadyblondenow | s

- doyoung getting your ring size wrong, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, slight fingering, wedding tragedies.

no title by @ncteaxhoe | s

- dom!doyoung, rough? i need holy water.

the little one by @ethaeriyeol | f

- a gift of life; female reader x husband!Doyoung; fluff, light angst, married au

lucas

exquisite taste by @weishenkonbini | s f

- smut but with a fluffy ending.

for you always by @labyrinthsofyou | f

- in which you surprise yukhei when he forgets about your date.

6:19 by @cozykpopblurbs | f

- a cute fluff ft kun and winwin.

10:18 pm by @nctsoftarchives | f

- reader supports lucas at his superm debut stage.

16:47 by @sichengssmile | f s

- a fluffy smut. lucas a big boi.

missed you by @tokyobts | a f

- after you and yukhei broke up, yukhei still has feelings for you. he reaches out to you at school and tries to get you back. at first you avoid him but later his actions manage to make your heart flutter. you’ve come to a sudden conclusion that you maybe still want him in your life.

johnny

34 + 35 by @domjaehyun | s

- you and your husband johnny decide to take your marriage to the next step.

i couldn’t wait a little longer by @alreadyblondenow | s f a

- you two were never together longer than two days, but the feelings, oh the feelings that you have for each other is clear as the day. it was a never-ending try of making the relationship official. johnny tried, you tried but it never happens.

what happens in korea, not stays in korea by @alreadyblondenow | f s

- a week vacation in korea for your sister’s wedding became even more exciting when a famous dj had a crush on you. johnny was sure that it’s love at first sight. not putting both of your careers on the line, you two had no regrets when the time comes and you finally leave.

laundry day by @immabiteyou | s

- a domestic fluffy smut.

make a wish by @sluttyten | s f a

- you’re jungwoo’s sister, and he’s made it clear he wants you and Johnny to have nothing to do with each other. so you and johnny start fake dating to piss him off.

want it all by @sluttyten | f s

- you are entirely innocent to the point of being naive. johnny is not innocent, but he loves that you are because it means he can teach you everything you don’t know.

sungchan

wish i was her by @softsungchan | f a

- you wished you were her, laying in Sungchan’s arms and feeling his warm breath on your neck, giggling about sweet nothings whispered into the starry night. You wished for it to be you, the girl he liked.

2:21 am by @the32ndbeat | f

- sungchan being whipped, thru a text message.

haechan

14:52 by @ukiyoexo | f

- a cute haechan and reader ft the reader’s baby sister moment.

prince’s order by @nsheetee | f

- prince haechan nurses you after you faint, and orders you to stay with him until you feel better.

sweet treat by @markresonates | s

- haechan takes you for ice cream but all you can think about is sex with him. when you act like a brat, eventually you end up in the bathroom. with no panties.

clingy by @love-mi | f

- I’m not clingy! I just love your company and constantly want to be around you and have your full attention at all times

mark

hyuck is always right by @luvrenjun00 | f

- ceo!mark x reader ft baby donghyuck. a tooth-rotting fluff.

taeyong

snow storm by @whereisten | f s

- a fluffy smut whilst a snow storm.

1:59 by @smoll-tangerine | f

- reader and taeyong ft my favorite game (where i always die first) among us!

bts

taehyung

is this allowed 1 2 by @seokiie | f s

- how were you supposed to know bts would be filming at your coffee shop today? how were you supposed to know a certain curly-haired boy would take a liking to you?

cabin pressure | f by @jiminrings | f

- pilot!y/n who accidentally became famous bc of a viral post about her, best friend!jimin!, taehyung having a shy lil crush on you aND ot7 being meanies for a tad bit :((

art major!tae and biochem major!yn | f by @jiminrings | f

- tae’s cold and probably needs a friend more than he needs a model, y/n feels this nEED to take care of him, a term of enderment then a dash of emotional constipation and a sprinkle of jealousy :D

gank mid lane by @kimtaehyunq | f s

- gank / verb: (in a video game) use underhand means to defeat or kill (a less experienced opponent)

birthday surprise by @ephemeralkookie |

- like every year, you prepare a little surprise for your boyfriend’s birthday, one that you’ve been preparing for days. and after a very tiring day, taehyung only wants to spend the night in your loving arms.

jungkook

cookies & cream | s by @1kook | f s

- jungkook will watch a thousand cheesy christmas movies if it meant making you happy. (and maybe having his dick sucked.)

unholy night | s by @ephemeralkookie | f s

- after a christmas day passed with the Jeon’s family, Jungkook decides to transform the holy night into an unholy one.

‘a short’ abstinence | s a by @seokiie | s a

- maybe blue-balling you boyfriend (who has an insanely high sexual drive) wasn’t the best.

in which she’s done with him by @minstrivia | a

- jungkook angst/fluff where he always pushes oc away (who confesses her feelings but was cruelly rejected) and insults her but she always comes back to take care of him when he’s drunk or picks him up from his one night stands and she finally decides to leave him alone.

bad influence by @noteguk | s

- in which you know jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time.

jock!jk and shy art major!yn by @jiminrings | f

- established relationship ft. jock!jk and shy art major!y/n, y/n gets an unexpected pep talk and jungkook doubts himself, and either so much tears or so much dUST according to kook

special affair by @1oserjk | f

- sugar daddy au except it’s just jk spoiling u thru animal crossing

fairy of shampoo by @ironicarmy | f s

- sundays are for relaxation, house cleaning, and happiness.

abstract ft bob ross by @mimithings97 | f

- paintbrush in one hand, joint in the other and you sitting on his dick is what jeongguk wants. and what jeongguk wants, jeongguk gets.

badboy!jungkook by @jungshookz | f

- badboy!jungkook falls for good girl reader ft the boys and the reader’s apple.

growing by @lesgetittkookie | f

- dad!jungkook teacher his daughter how to walk. super super cute family/domestic fluff.

quiet, baby by @bratkook | s

- i don’t how to write a summary on smuts so imma just put this. reader and jungkook doing something in the subway.

still want that by @whatifyoulivelikethat | s

- fucking min yoongi ex-girlfriend? a terrible idea. being hopelessly in love with her at the same time? an even worse idea. knowing he was being used and still doing it anyway? ah, Jeon Jungkook, what are you doing? part 2 of savage love.

desiderium by @jeonggukingdom | f s

- “we’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still so horny?”. a newlyweds!au smut.

chapstick by @softyoongiionly | f s

- based on the time Jungkook said he needed someone to scold him so he’d remember to put lip balm on. or jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you.

lover boy by @jingukk | f

- jungkook likes you. a lot.

unexpected confession by @sunkissedjk | f

- you gathered up the courage to confess your feelings, but it seems everyone in school knows about it before you could even find him.

string attached by @ephemeralkookie | s

- jungkook is what we can call your sexfriend. No strings attached, just you and him having fun and releasing the huge pressure and stress of being idols. But after spending an entire day together, you realize that maybe he’s not just your sexfriend.

no title by @himbojk | f s

- dilf jk.

astro

eunwoo

ceo!eunwoo by @m0onbean

no title by @yutopiada | f

- a cute idol!reader and eunwoo moment at a music show.

disney by @bangchan-sonyeondan | f

- a cute date with eunwoo at disney. reader likes vintage things hence using a disposable camera.

baby, it’s cold outside by @fresh-outta-jams | f

- a cute cold christmas fluff with eunwoo ft. the boys. reader went to the boys’ place for a sweater and cocoa gift exchange.

got7

yugyeom

cruel brothers by @imsarabum | f

- jackson and jaebum have always acted as if they were your big, overprotective brothers. so when they both walk in on you and yugyeom in a very intimate position, things get a little tense!

txt

soobin

a special night by @gyuluster | f

- an intimate insight on the first night of choi soobin’s wedding, consisting of kitchen floors, witches and an eternity of love.

boughs & branches by @jeogiyall | f

- decorating the tree with boyfriend! choi soobin from txt! fluffity fluff fluff with a lot of cute fluff thrown in and a dash of christmastime fluff.

sleepy binnie by @immabiteyou | s

- “i’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now. “ a sleepy soobin smut.

cake by @immabiteyou | s

- reading waiting for mc soobin with the guys. a cute fluffy smut moment.

kpop oc/s

seri by @ggukkiedae

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kassies-take · 4 years ago

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She’s Home

Summary: Reader and Lena haven’t seen each other in almost a month due to different work schedules.

Warning: Fluff

A/n: Lena Luthor deserves this

Lena Luthor x Reader, Baby Danvers

Word Count: 1350

“I miss Lena,” you melted on Kara’s couch. Your back parallel to the floor.

Alex kicked your hip and you fell into the floor. “She left for Germany two weeks ago, she’s coming back today.”

“I know but I haven’t seen her in a month. I was in Japan. Andrea insisted I should be the photographer to cover the events in Akihabara with Obsidian North’s launch there. And when I came back Lena was leaving.” You sat up messing with the Uno cards in your hands.

“Lena tells me you FaceTime her everyday,” Sam placed down a blue skip.

Sam transferred back to National City to help Lena at L-Corp, with the addition of getting tea from the rest of Superfriends. Ruby didn’t mind the move. She loved being with a family that loved her and welcomed her and her mom, Metropolis was really only her and Sam. Ruby however opted out of New Years wanting it to celebrate with her friends.

“Yeah but that’s different than getting to hold her and -”

Alex threw a pillow at your head. She pointed with a glare and with her hand that held a beer bottle. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

“I was gonna say kiss her,” you threw the pillow back onto Alex’s head “but now that you’ve said that I mean hearing her moan my name as she digs her nails into my back.” You smirked and raised your eyebrows at Alex.

Alex groaned and downed the rest of her beer. J’onn and Kelly laughed as Nia cheered. Kara squirmed in her seat as Brainy sat confused.

“I don’t get it, what does Lena have to do with scratching your back, I have some spots I can’t reach.” Brainy looked around the room.

“Let’s end this conversation please. I do not want to hear my baby sister and my best friend,” Kara fiddled with her glasses and cleared her throat.

“Yeah well Alex started it.”

Alex raised her middle finger up to you “At least I can hold and kiss my girlfriend.” She said as she kissed Kelly.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

“With what shutter speed?” Alex mocked.

“With ISO and burn your damn eyes!” You threw your cards at Alex.

The plane dinged alerting its passengers. We will be landing in 30 minutes, it is currently 14:13 and 59°F/15°C in National City. Thank you for flying with United Airlines and welcome to National City.

You were excited to be home and a little bummed that Lena would be flying out to Germany. Once the plane landed you immediately ran through with your camera bag and passed the baggage claim area knowing you could get your luggage later.

You and Lena had taken a few trips together for you to know where her private plane would be boarding. Unfortunately the exit that led to Lena’s private jet was not accessible without confirmation.

Your girlfriend was so well put together. You could see the bun on her head that you knew pulled on her scalp. She wore a red blouse with black dress pants, a blazer matched with Ray-Ban Aviator sunglasses and her red lipstick.

You knocked on the glass hoping she would spare a glance your way. Fortunately that caught her attention as she walked onto the stairs to the private jet. You blew multiple air kisses towards Lena’s direction and finished with a shimmy and a heart above your head.

The CEO threw her head back and held her stomach. Her eyes immediately grew wide as her arms reached for the rails to catch her balance. She had a hand on her heart, smiled genuinely and moved to blow you a kiss.

You waved until the private jet doors closed behind her. You immediately received a text from your girlfriend reading

Beautiful 💕:I’m sorry we couldn’t physically be together before I left but I’m glad I got to see you. I love you so much.

You: I love you too beautiful. I miss you already.

Beautiful 💕: Kara’s waiting for you outside. Welcome home love.

Your’s and Lena’s apartment was lonely without the other. When you were in Japan, Lena stayed with Kara and while Lena had been away , you stayed with Kara.

KNOCK KNOCK

Kara lowered her glasses and turned towards you. I think you should get it.

“Why?” You asked as you stood up.

You didn’t get an answer when you opened the door and was met with the most beautiful woman in the world. The second of shock quickly disappeared as you pulled Lena into a hug and spun her around.

“You’re home!” You placed several kisses on her cheek. “God I missed you,” you whispered and kissed her lips.

“I missed you too,” Lena whispered back and kissed you once again.

“So glad you’re home, I would’ve been stuck kissing a pillow like Kara at midnight.” Lena laughed as a pillow flew towards your head.

“Okay annual New Years tradition. One thing you are thankful for this year, what you are looking forward to for next year.” Alex cracked open a beer.

You pulled Lena towards Kara’s kitchen island and poured her a glass of wine. The green eyed beauty already settled into her spot on the corner of the couch. You made your way over and heard the little snippet from Sam.

“I hope she isn’t a full teenager next year.” Sam sighed.

“She’s turning 16 next year?” You questioned.

“It’s so fast, definitely looking forward to teen angst next year.” Sam said sarcastically and rolled her eyes.

“We can help with that when we can,” Kara smiled.

“I’m sure Eliza had a handful with Alex and (Y/n).” J’onn chuckled.

“Nuh-uh just Alex, all I wanted to do was to take photos whenever, where ever.”

“I recall you moved out and stayed with me for a month because mom wouldn’t let you get a camera.” Alex smiled.

“I’m sure you all had your rebellious teen years but no one beats mine,” Lena smirked. “Should’ve seen Lillian’s face when I dyed my hair, got piercings, tattoos, and listened to punk rock.”

“You all are making this harder on me,” Sam groaned. “Lena you go next.”

“Well I know I say this every year but I am really thankful for all of you. Luthors don’t have good relationships with family and we certainly don’t have friends. You guys make me feel like I’m home.” Awws echoed around the room as everyone stood to enclose the Luthor in a hug. “I am looking forward to more vacations.”

“Woah, Lena Luthor taking vacations!” Nia cheered.

“I think we are all grateful for each other,” You said and received hums in agreement.

“And what are you looking forward to?” Kelly asked.

“Is it a little selfish to wish it all stayed the same. I have the girl of my dreams,” you kissed the crown of Lena’s head. “an amazing family, a new amazing job.”

“New job?” Brainy questioned.

“Oh! I’m taking a break from Catco for a bit, I got a job as DP in a feature film called ‘Control’.”

Kara screamed. “RAO! THAT’S AMAZING! THAT IS LITERALLY YOUR DREAM!”

“Is filming going to be here in National City?” Alex asked.

“Most of the shooting will be done in Vancouver and some other places as well.”

“OMG! Is that why Lena is taking so many vacations?” Nia squealed.

Lena blushed.

“I told her before I went to Japan.”

“Of course, I will still be able to work, I think it’s nice to just enjoy being with my girlfriend.”

“I will cheers to that,” Alex kissed Kelly.

“I don’t mind either, home is wherever Lena is. She’s home.”

Superfriends continued to celebrate their achievements the past year and to opportunities the next year brings. By midnight everyone, including Kara, was drunk or at least a little tipsy. Everyone was on their feet counting the last seconds of the year. When the ball dropped, Alex and Kelly kissed, Brainy and Nia kissed shortly, and you and Lena kissed while Sam, J’onn and Kara hugged each other.

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writing-in-april · 4 years ago

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Question and Answer

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Garcia gets Reader to answer some questions about their feelings for Spencer.

A/N: Hey heyyyy- here’s the twelfth fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April! Oh my gosh 😱 can’t believe how many I’ve posted in a row already- thanks for all the love on them 🥰 This fic is based on this request- Writing Penelope along with Derek as side characters is one of my favorite things about some of my fluffy pieces! Feel free to leave something in my inbox here- I love hearing from all of you! (I promise I don’t bite lol) Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Non at all☺️- though if you see something you think should carry a warning please let me know 😌

Main Masterlist Word Count: 1.8k

When Penelope Garcia got you alone in her office she lovingly called her‘bat cave’ and said she wanted to ‘talk’ there was no escaping it. ‘Talking’ with her usually meant she was going to bombard you with questions, usually linked to some gossip she heard from someone.

It was usually Morgan that fed her curiosity. He was somehow able to be up to date on everything and everyone. A result of that was that Garcia always got to hear the latest thing he had heard. Once Garcia was interested in whatever your answer to the gossip might be, she was without a doubt going to ask.

That’s where you found yourself on one of the slowest work days in recent memory. It had been so slow in fact, that you had been almost about to leave early since you had finished your paperwork. That was until Garcia had called your name in a singsong tone, grasped your elbow delicately with her painted nails, and gently nudged you to come talk with her in the ‘bat cave’.

“Penelope- I really want to go home. Can’t this wait another day?” Your groan perhaps was a bit pathetic as you sat down in a chair, but it had been the first time seemingly in years that you had the chance to go home early. A nap sounded really nice right now and even though you loved Garcia, that was more exciting at the moment.

“Fine fine, yes I’ll let you go soon, quit your bellyaching. And, to answer your other question, no, it can’t wait,” She plopped down into her chair, tapped on her keyboard a few times to close out some files, and then focused all her attention on you, “Just quickly answer my questions- Wait, no! Actually, let’s play a game!”

Another groan, perhaps even more pathetic than the first came out of your chest, while you also let yourself slump down in your chair. Thoughts of your bed danced in your head trying to pull you into a daydream about the nap you had been planning on taking. You then tried as best as you could to keep your focus trained on her for as long as possible. If you were able to focus; it would get done faster.

“Oh hush it’s a quick game that’ll have you out of here faster.” You perked up at that, now suddenly invested in the game that was supposedly going to get you out of here quick.

“Alright- I’ll do it if it gets me out of here quickly.”

She beamed at you for a second, then grabbing one of her decorative pens and a stack of sticky notes. Rapidly she wrote down a list that you tried to peek and see, but she hid the stack with her free hand once she saw you trying to look. Once she had finished she pushed up her glasses a bit, before outlying the rules of the ‘game’, “I want you to answer my rapid fire questions and answer without thinking! It’s supposed to give the most truthful answer from what I read on the website.”

Truthfully, it sounded silly to you, but if it got this interrogation over quick you didn’t mind playing the game. Plus whenever Garcia gave you time to answer she watched whatever your body language was and used that against you to get more information out. She had picked up on how we did our job as profilers over the years. It had become almost as instinctive to her as it was to us whenever we read behavior. Any conversation we had was screaming non verbal behavioral tells at us; it was almost impossible to turn off. So with less time in between questions and answers, it would be harder for her to analyze your movements. Garcia could honestly probably take the classes to become a profiler just as JJ had done, but everyone knew her place was in front of her screen. That was where she worked her best magic.

As soon as you nodded your head, agreeing to start the game, the questions were dropped on you at a rapid pace. The questions had started out simple enough, to get you ready for whatever bombshell question she no doubt had coming. The whole goal of the game was to catch you off guard so you’d answer as honestly as possible.

“What’s better coffee or tea?” She still hadn’t dropped the bomb and asked the question that had the only useful answer to her.

These questions were easy and you were getting comfortable. Each time another question went by the lingering reminder in the back of your head trying to warn you to be on edge slowly slipped away. Mindlessly you answered her without thought, “Coffee.”

“Who’s your favorite superhero?”

“Batman.” That answer might have been biased, when you really thought hard about it. You changed your answer when you realized you chose Batman because you were in Garcia’s ‘bat cave’, “Wait no- scratch that it’s Spider man.”

“If you could be any animal what would it be?”

“A dog.”

“What is your biggest fear?”

Again, you answered without thought even though it was a harder hitting question compared to your favorite drink or what type of animal you would be,“Being alone.”

“Who would you kiss in the office?” By now you had felt comfortable in the short little game, not even realizing how the questions had shifted to what she had been looking for all along.

“Spencer.” As soon as it came out of your mouth you slapped your hand over it. It was no use, the admission had already escaped and made its way into Garcia’s ear.

“Do you like Spencer?!” You opened your mouth in protest, but the look on your face said it all. Garcia knew she had won when you hang your head down with a sigh, in defeat. “Oh! Morgan was right!”

A little squeak by the door of the bat cave then pulled you out of your embarrassment and Garcia out of her celebration. You were already embarrassed before and it then turned into absolute mortification when you turned to see the source of the noise. Spencer was standing there, slack jawed, holding a file he had meant to give Garcia.

His voice then came out with more stutters and pauses than you had ever heard before from him, “H-hey ggguuys ummm I’ve got to go- take a nap.”

You almost wanted to snort thinking that you’d like to take that nap you’d been planning on too. Garcia went to say something, possibly to break the tension or make it even worse, but he was already gone. He bolted out the door and probably all the way home before you had a chance to explain your answer to the question that just led to even more questions.

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As soon as you were finally freed from Garcia’s clutches you bolted as well. Except instead of going straight home to your comfy bed you had been daydreaming about you bolted to someone else’s apartment.

“Hi, Doc.” Was the first thing you squeaked out when Spencer had opened up the door to his apartment after your polite yet incessant knocks.

He blinked at you a few times, perhaps trying to convince himself that you were really here. Clearing his throat he then replied shakily,“Hi.”

“C-can I come in?” It was your turn to stutter now, you wouldn’t lie and say you weren’t nervous about what his reaction might be. The only thing you were sure about is that he wouldn’t be outright disgusted by your feelings. You both had worked with each other for many years, becoming closer each day by day as time continued to tick by. At this point you’d call him your closest friend and you knew he wouldn’t call you disgusting for developing feelings for him. If he was going to let you down he would start by saying it’s only natural. Though, you still felt an ache in your chest even when assured that he’d at least let you down gently. Your relationship with him would be forever changed either way this conversation went.

He swung the door open more after a moment of trepidation, gesturing you through the door. You spent no time gazing around at his apartment, you had been here many times before. Instead you made a beeline for the couch, the comfiest spot to sit. You wanted to be at least comfortable if he was about to break your heart.

“C-can I ask you a question?” He fiddled with his fingers as you both sat down on his couch.

You brought your knees up to your chest as you had slipped your shoes off before sitting down. You also made sure to avert your gaze away from him, not sure if you could handle looking at him in the eyes, “What kind of question? Is it the same one as before?”

“N-no, um- well kinda… Yes and no?” The end of his jumbled sentence went up in pitch, making his own answer sound like another question.

You decided to give him a little mercy, doubting that there was any question he would ask that you would be uncomfortable with. And, you already had a feeling you knew what the question would be, “Alright Doc, I’ll let you ask your question. Go easy on me ok?”

Your little joke on the end was supposed to help him feel less nervous, but going by his awkward laugh it might have had the opposite effect. He still was able to get his next words out with a bit of confidence, “Was your answer back at work- umm honest?

Your heart fluttered at his question, beginning to beat harder in your chest as you prepared yourself to give him an honest reply. You were nervous to answer, even though you knew exactly what it was going to be deep down in your heart. Taking a deep breath you then answered the question with a simple answer, “Yes.”

He seemed relieved at your answer, relaxing his shoulders just enough that you noticed. You’d have to thank Garcia later, for finally getting you to answer the question honestly. Though, just by analyzing his behavior quickly you could tell that he still had something to say and/or ask, “Do you have another question?”

He nodded in response, his body language becoming even more closed off then before. His leg was now bouncing up and down as an attempt to soothe his building nerves. You then gave him what he had been looking for after his first question, permission to ask another, “You can ask another question, Doc.”

Tense silence sat between us for a few moments while I waited for him to speak up. He then got his courage back a little, though he still looked at the ground and fiddled with his fingers when he asked, “Would you like to go out on a date?”

It took no time to process the question, the answering instantly coming to the front of your mind. You then spoke with no trepidation, giving him a simple honest answer, “Yes.”

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 4 years ago

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Steve’s Little Sister Is Off-Limits

Pairing: Post-Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader

Words: 1000+

Summary: The Reader is in a secret relationship with Bucky, but one day Steve walks in on them.

Warnings: explicit sexual content (vaginal sex, unprotected sex) That’s really about it. But it’s still smut. SMUT!!!! 18+

A/N: I enjoyed writing this a lot, because I thought it was an interesting concept. There is fluff scattered throughout the whole fic. Like a lot of fluff. Tooth-rotting fluff, well because it’s Bucky. I hope you enjoy this fic.

Y/n Rogers is Steve Rogers younger sister. She is only two years younger than him, but still he is very protective over her. So when the two go into the ice, then wake up 70 years later. He is more protective than ever. Sometimes it’s nice, but when she has a secret relationship with his best friend it gets annoying.

Now Y/n is in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for the team. When she feels two arms wrap around her waist, then she feels a pair of lips on her neck. She leans into her boyfriend’s touch. “Buck, not right now. Steve could walk in any minute.” Y/n whines, and turns around in Bucky’s arms. He quickly steals a kiss then sits on one of the bar stools.

“I just can’t help it, doll. You look so hot in those silk shorts.” Bucky says, and she turns around and he practically drools at the sight of her ass. She lightly chuckles as she feels his gaze on her. She continues to cook Breakfast, as the team files into the kitchen. She knows that this makes Bucky nervous being around other people, because he feels guilty. When he was the winter soldier he tried to kill almost all of them. Except everyone forgave him, but he hasn’t forgiven himself yet. So Y/n helps him ground himself by either letting him braid her hair or having him touch her in some way. The team sits at the large table in the dining room.

Sam, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, and Vision sit on the right side of the table. Clint, Pepper, Morgan, Bucky, and Y/n sit on the left side of the table. Tony and Rhodes sit at each end of the table. Y/n sets the food on the table for people to take as they please. She sits next to Bucky, and she can see in his face that he’s trying not to bolt out of the room. She subtly links her pinky with his. She gently rubs the back of his hand with her thumb. He looks over at her and slightly smiles at her. When Breakfast is over it’s Steve’s turn to wash the dishes. So Bucky and Y/n sneak off to her room. They only do dirty stuff together when Steve is on a mission or caught up in stuff, so that he won’t notice they’re gone.

As soon as the lift doors close, Bucky has her pinned against the metal wall of the small lift room. He kisses her and she kisses back. He kisses down her neck, leaving little red marks, nothing that will leave hickeys. The doors open and she pulls him to her room down the hall. Y/n quickly opens the door and pulls Bucky in. He kicks the door shut, as she pulls him to the bed. He falls back onto the bed, and she climbs on top of him. She grinds on his already hard member, while he kisses her passionately. She leans up and pulls off her Y/f/c hoodie, leaving her nude from the waist up because she didn’t put a bra on. Bucky looks up and groans at the sight of her bare breasts. He scooted up to the head of the bed, with her still on his lap. He sits up and takes both of her breasts in each hand, and he rubs and pinches her nipples. He watches her face shift into a look of pleasure. She moans and grinds on his lap, without knowing it. He lets go of her nipples, and Y/n rips his shirt over his head. She throws it over her shoulder, before smashing her lips to his. They pull away and he looks into her eyes.

“It’s been so long, doll. Since we’ve done anything like this.” Bucky says, rubbing his hands up and down her hips.

“I know, Buck. Now it’s just me and you.” Y/n whispers, and kisses down his jaw to his neck. She sucks and nips at his neck, definitely leaving hickeys.

“No, visible hickeys, babygirl.” He says, and she smirks against his skin.

“That rule applies to you, not me. Steve doesn’t care if you get a hickey. He only cares if I have one.” She states, and he lightly chuckles.

“You remember back in the 30’s, I accidentally left a dark purple hickey under your jaw?” Bucky asks, as she leaves a hickey on his pulse point.

“Yeah. I remember. Steve wanted to rip the guy who did that to me to shreds.” Y/n says, then he rips off her shorts.

“Enough talk about your brother. Let me show you how much I missed you.” He whispers seductively, she smirks and helps him take off his sweatpants and boxers. He rips off her panties with his metal hand, he runs a metal finger up and down her wet folds. She gasps at the cool sensation. She reaches down and lined him up with her entrance, then starts sinking down on his cock. They both moans at the sensation of being connected. “Oh… doll. You’re so tight.” He groans, and thrusts up into her. Her mouth hangs open and her eyes closed in pleasure. Y/n composes herself then starts moving her hips up and down. Bucky’s hands clamp down on her hip as she rides him slow and hard. They are so lost in each other, that they don’t hear the door open until a voice makes them freeze.

“Hey, Y/n/n. I was wondering-” Steve starts to say, as he walks through Y/n’s door. The scene in front of him makes him freeze in place. His little sister on top of a man, he couldn’t see who it is but he knows they’re having sex. He quickly runs out and closes the door behind him.

As the door closes, Y/n and Bucky sit there for a minute with his cock still in her. She quickly comes back to reality, and she jumps off of him. She grabs her panties and slips them on then her shorts, as Bucky pulls on his boxers and shirt. She puts her hoodie back on and he puts on his sweatpants. Y/n paces the room as Bucky sits on the edge of the bed.

“Did Steve just walk in on us…” Y/n trails off, as she runs a hand through her Y/h/c hair.

“Yeah…” Bucky trails off, and slowly nods.

“Oh my god. He’s gonna kill you, then lock me away forever.” She groans, and covers her face with her hands. Bucky stands up and takes her hands into his.

“It’ll be fine. He’s a reasonable guy.” Bucky states, looking into her eyes.

“He punched that one guy who smacked my ass.” Y/n says.

“That guy was an ass.”

“He was my boyfriend.” She scoffs, and Bucky chuckles and kisses her on the forehead. “I’ll go up there first. He won’t touch me. You on the other hand, if he sees you, you’ll be dead before you hit the ground.” She states, and he nods.

“Alright. Just tell FRIDAY to send me up there. When you’re ready.” He explains.

“Okay.” She smiles, and he kisses her, before she leaves out the room.

Y/n takes the lift down to the main floor. She quietly steps out of the lift. She tiptoes down the hall on bare feet. She walks around the corner and sees Steve leaning on the counter with a beer in hand. She walks closer but stays a few feet away.

“Hey, Stevie.” Y/n says, and Steve looks up and spots her.

“Y/n.” He nods, and takes a sip of his beer.

“Can we talk?” She questions, and takes a seat on the barstool in front of the counter.

“About what?” He asks, still not meeting her eyes.

“You know what.”

“Who is he?” Steve questions, and Y/n’s eyes widen when she realizes he didn’t know.

“You didn’t see his face?”

“No. Why?” He asks, and finally looks at her. “Who is it, Y/n?”

“Before I tell you. You have to promise not to go after him.” Y/n says calmly.

“Okay. I promise.” Steve nods, and she takes a deep breath.

“It’s Bucky.” She says, and she watches Steve’s face waiting for something.

“I’m gonna kill him!” He exclaims, and runs towards the lift. She runs after him, and grabs him by the back of his shirt and drags him back to the lounge. She throws him on the couch.

“Steven Grant Rogers! You need to calm down right now! I am an adult! I’m not some little kid who needs to be protected from boys!” She exclaims, and he looks a bit taken back by her outburst.

“Y/n-” He starts to say, but she cuts him off.

“I am not done! Bucky is the best thing that has happened to me! You may think that our relationship is just sex! But it’s not! It’s so much more than that! I love him! I have been in love with him since the minute my eyes landed on him!” She exclaims, and then a voice behind her makes her freeze.

“You love me?” Bucky asks from behind her, and she freezes.

“You heard that?” Y/n questions, turning around slowly. Bucky stands a few feet away.

“Yeah. And just so you know I love you too.” He says, and a smile creeps across her face. She runs and hugs him. Steve stands up and clears his throat. The couple pulls away and faces Steve.

“If you two are happy. Then… I guess that’s fine with me.” Steve says, and Y/n hugs her brother, and pulls back with a bigger smile on her face.

“Thank you, Stevie.” She says, and Steve nods then turns to Bucky.

“You hurt her. I’ll kill you.” Steve threatens Bucky, and the brunette puts his hands up.

“Duly noted.” Bucky nods, and Steve shakes hands with him. Then walks down the hall.

“Next time, lock your door!” Steve yells, from down the hall. The couple hear the lift doors close, then Y/n jumps onto Bucky and kisses him passionately. He catches her by the backs of her thighs. She pulls back and runs her hands through his long locks.

“I love you, James.” Y/n whispers, and he smiles and leans into her touch.

“I love you, Y/n.” Bucky whispers, and leans back up to kiss her. “Should we finish what we started?” He questions, and she nods and he walks towards the lift, with her still on him.

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