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[jvnluvr]

blue lock boys when they are drunk ♡

when the blue lock boys come home drunk, all they want is you.

ft. sae, rin & kaiser x f!reader

author’s note: im a sucker for my favs okay? fluffiest fluff i’ve ever written i almost cried ten different times send help hsish. also thank you all for 100 followers, i love u all sm mwah. i’m working on requests, they will come soon! otherwise please enjoy <33

itoshi sae:

god, he didn’t even know how he ended up in this position. all sae could remember was losing his game, walking out of that stadium with his usual blank expression, but then his legs took him to the nearest bar. he’s so drunk, heck, he even remembers smoking a cigarette or two while he was chugging down everything. he's overcome with a lot of emotions, but then he remembers.

he wants to go home. he’s up, and he’s walking home. it’s late, its dark, yet he’s still able to somehow manage to get to the front step before he knocks on the door, holding onto it because he’ll fall if he doesn’t. that’s when you open the door and sae falls into your arms. "sae-? what happened?" you ask, trying your best to not let him fall while shutting the door.

you already knew he lost, you were obviously watching the streamed game. but when sae loses, he shuts everyone out for a day at the very least. however, it's weird to find him falling onto you, at your doorstep, and incredibly late at night. he smells like cigarettes, and that's when you understand what is going on.

"sit down, i'll get you water." you guide him to the couch, slowly trying to let go of his arm so you can lie down, but he doesn't let go of you. instead, he pulls you down with him so you're lying down on top of him. "uh, what's this about? you gonna talk to me..?" to say you're confused right now is kind of an understatement. sae hasn't spoken a word to you since he entered, just mindless grumbles and sighs until now, where it's almost like he's searching into your eyes for something.

"y'know, you're a whole lot prettier up close, right?"

what..?

your eyes probably looked bugged right now. you know he's not sober, but when people are drunk, their true feelings come out. sae's never really been an openly affectionate man, you knew that from the moment you met him. so hearing him suddenly throw a compliment into your face has you stunned to say the least.

"c'mon don't look at me like that... this is new to me too.." he mumbles, a red tint starting to appear on his cheeks. he grabs you by your waist to sit you on his lap, and you start to turn red too. "seriously, what's gotten into you sae?" you ask quietly, you both letting out a small chuckle as you stare at each other.

"i don' know.. it's your fault." you tilt your head as his one hand intertwines with yours. "you have beautiful eyes too.. you know that?" you let out a little gasp as your eyes avert away from him. you can feel your ears getting hotter and hotter as each seconds by. now you're actually worried, since when has he thought of these things?

sae put a hand on your cheek to turn you back to him. he has that soft smile plastered onto his face. your gaze softens as he continues talking to you. "you've always had.. that bright light in your eyes... even the first night we met. 't was what got me so interested in you." you bite your lip at that, small water drops forming into your eyes. it wasn't possible for your heart to not melt as those words. "the only thing.. i could think about.. was how much i liked you. how much my heart yearned for you. for how happy i am, to have you in my life now."

he wipes a tear of yours while eliciting that little soft but deep chuckle you always adored. "c'mon, don't cry, was just being honest.." he hugged you, burying his face into your neck and closing his eyes. you were almost certain that after that the alcohol consumed him, that he was too drowsy to even remember all the words he just said. but it's okay. for the chance you got to see itoshi sae confess his love in his own way. you whispered out an "i love you' before falling asleep beside him.

michael kaiser:

"babyy, i'm homee!" yeah, he was definitely slurring over each word he said. you walked out the kitchen, staring as kaiser almost fell atleast 5 times trying to walk over to you. it was hard to try and not laugh at how adorable he was being all tipsy, it was like he was a little child again.

“michael.” you giggled, trying to get him to sit on the chair but you both fell against each other on the floor. “that hurt!” his cheeks are more than just flushed and his eyes are half open. "who are ya, and where's my girlfriend?" to be honest, you were kind of hurt that he couldn't recognize you even while you were right in his face, but kaiser can be a little slow even when sober.

"c'mon michael, 'is me, your girlfriend." you retorted, wrapping your arms around him in an attempt to get him to sit down on a chair. but of course, kaiser being kaiser doesn't want to be apart from you for even a second, so he pulls you onto his lap. "i know, 'was just messin' with ya. i'm not that drunk, y'know?" you could only blankly stare at him as he confessed to that. even the dumbest person alive could tell that lie straight through his teeth.

"you are seriously not gonna tell me you aren't THAT drunk. you slipped over the fuckin' air." you both looked at each other, slightly grinning at that. silence. ah there it is, you both burst out laughing not even a second after, because you know it was true. "honestly though, you REEK of alcohol, go shower or somethin'." you tried getting off his lap, you really did. but does he care? of course not.

"no, 'm gonna stay here, too tired to shower..." you let out a small sigh at that, but if he wasn't going to get into the shower, you weren't going to let him doze off in his uncomfy chair. both of your backs couldn't take that kind of pain right now. "okay okay, we're both tired, let's go to bed, hm?" kaiser quietly grumbled as a counter, not wanting to let you go. at that point, your sounds started to sound more grumpy. you should have dragged him to bed when you had the chance.

"hiii babyy, i love you." kaiser suddenly said, with a smile hanging ear to ear. you didn't know what he was up to, but you just quietly ignored his statement of affection. "you're really cute when you're grumpy," he added, followed by a bunch of little mischievous giggles. "but you're cute all the time, so it makes it absolutelyyy irresistible to stay mad at you." you're so embarrassed by kaiser's sudden overload of compliments that, you start to playfully hit him? one hit to the arm, one hit to the head, and you continue in order to stop being so flustered by the drunk man in front of you.

"ow! i literally said you're cute, why are you hitting me- stop! ow!" even if you were hitting him, kaiser couldn't help but let out more laughs when he realized why you were hitting him. "aww, you're embarrased, aren't ya?" he pressed you for a kiss, but you just put your hand over his mouth to push him back. you couldn't take being more abashed over your extraordinarily drunk boyfriend.

"if you're not gonna accept my love, let me properly confess it, alrightt?" again, you were too afraid to even blurt out a single world in fear of stuttering and having kaiser coo into your ear about how cute you were. so you just looked at him, waiting for him to continue his speech. "got your attention, pretty? i've had a crush on you since the first time i met you, like the biggest crush ever, like the moment i saw you i swear those hearts appeared in my eyes like they do in cartoon shows." he was stuttering as the alcohol was still rushing in his system, but kaiser sounded like a little boy who had been lovestruck with the mere thought of you.

"you're so stupid sometimes.." you mumbled, but nonetheless giddy with happiness and love. "maybe, but i'm stupidly in love with you." all you could do was let out a sheepish smile before pulling him into a hug. "i love you.." and that was followed with snores. you didn't really plan on how to move kaiser out of this awkward position, but what you did know that he was a pretty cute lovestruck man when he was drunk.

itoshi rin:

rin isn't one to typically get drunk, he's not even one to have maybe more than three shots of alcohol at most. but tonight, he went completely overboard. maybe the drinks just tasted good, maybe he had lost his mind. not the matter of how he got drunk, but he was stumbling into your shared apartment when you just barely saw you peeking through your bedroom door through his blurry eyes.

"rin, are you okay..?" you murmured, slowing walking towards him. "mm, 'm fine, were you sleeping?" even if he was on the verge of passing out, rin was one of those guys who was able to maintain his composure. he didn't like how he felt, so he stride towards the kitchen, aching for a glass of water. "was waiting for you, did you drink, rin?" he turned around to see you standing there waiting for him.

"mhm, sorry, don't know what got over me. wait in the room for me, i'll be in there soon." he replied, turning back around to put his glass in the sink, but when he shifted back, he could still see you waiting his in peripheral vision. "what are you waiting for, [name]?" rin asked, still feeling the horrible effects of the alcohol continuing to flow through his blood stream. "i told you, 'm waiting for you." you knew that if you went back, he would fall asleep on the nearby couch, heck even fall and just pass out on the floor, he was drunk out of his mind.

"alright, c'mon let's go." he slowly trailed behind you, the cold air hitting him in the face when he realized he feels way too hot. rin slowly discards his jacket and his shirt, moving to lie down with you. but the one thing he couldn't help but notice is that you didn't make direct eye contact with him, your eyes are averted in every direction except his, why is that? maybe the reason he hated alcohol so much is because of what it does to him. he wants your attention, he craves for your touch, it's weird to him.

so rin extends his arm towards you, he has a hold on your waist before you're too close to him. "what's wrong..?" he examines you, how you're still not looking into his eyes. "look at me, why aren't you looking at me honey?" he's surprised that it does the trick, because your eyes are finally in his direct field of view, and his heart melts. "nothin', just thought you might have wanted to sleep, so didn't wanna' bother you." you answered shyly, realizing now that he wanted nothing more than you. it's silent for a bit, just the both of you in each other's embrace, lying down in the dark.

"mm, you don't bother me, you know that?" he starts, rin doesn't realize that all of sudden he's rambling to you. "i say you shouldn't be nervous but the truth is.. i'm always a bit nervous around you. we've been together for a while but.. i don't know.. i just.. always want to know more about you. it drives me insane sometimes, 'cause i don't usually care about people like that. but for you i just-" he's pulling you closer into your chest, noticing how your grip tightens on him as he continues speaking. "i just want to know every tiny detail about you. i notice the small things about you. the way your smile goes slightly down, you touch the tip of your eyes when your embarrassed, and you always touch the same spot-" he intertwines his hands with yours, rubbing over the spot he's just about to mention. "you always touch the same spot of your hand when you're focused. i pay attention to those things because i care about you, i hope you knew that."

"rin.." you whisper, it's all you could physically verbalize. but all you could feel were the hot tears you were spilling onto his chest. you felt guilty, quickly trying to wipe them away, but he looked down to hush your sobs. "'m sorry, didn't wanna make you cry. i meant it though, even if i don't say it much." it's undeniable that you just want to be even closer to him than humanely possible, you wouldn't dare think of even letting him go for a second after that. "i think you should get drunk more often," which dragged a small string of chuckles from you two. "being drunk sucks, but we can compromise and i'll try and tell you how much i love and want to be with you more, yea?" rin shared, fumbling over his words. yep, still definitely drunk.

"mhm, go to sleep now, 'kay?" you acknowledged, content with how tonight turned out to be. "you go to sleep too, i love you." and rin let himself pass out in the comfort of your presence. not only until a few moments later could you say 'i love you' back, but he was secretly waiting to fall asleep until he heard confirmation of your feelings.

[five-miles-over]

The Phantom of Asgard - Part Two (Thor: The Dark World!Loki x Reader)

(Thank you @michelleleewise for this artwork)

Summary: It has been three days since you or anyone else in Asgard has seen a sign from the Phantom. Meanwhile, your friend tries to use a book from Midgard to convince you that ghosts exist.

Warnings: dark!Loki ,hypnotism, mentions of the plot of "Crimson Peak"

You closed the door behind you. "What are we doing here? I thought you were too scared of the Phantom to venture in the palace after dark."

"This library is different from that one. We're safe." Revna sat down on one of the comfy armchairs, leaning back. Ingrid, on the other hand, immediately searched through several books within a section of the library labeled as "Midgardian literature" as soon as she finished lighting a few candles. She pulled out a dark red hardcover book with a black stripe on the binding. "This is where Prince Thor kept his special books from Midgard. I heard from one of the Warriors Five who heard it from the All-Father himself that these books were brought from another library found in a place called New York."

"As in…New York where Thor fought alongside a bunch of so-called heroes?" You raised an eyebrow.

Ingrid placed the book in a table in front of Revna. "I thought I would show you this book since you still don;'t believe in the existence of the Phantom of Asgard."

"Actually…" Revna adjusted her position on the couch, "you never told us what happened two nights ago when we went to investigate the Phantom. We heard you screaming…and then nothing."

You ran your fingers through your hair and knelt beside her. "I told you what happened. Nothing," you lied.

"I'm not buying it."

"Well, I'm not selling." You quipped. "Crimson Peak?" You turned your attention to the hardcover, stroking the leather cover and eyeing the gold lettering.

"Crimson Peak, written by Edith Sharpe." Ingrid opened to the first page, which contained a dedication to the author's father and to her childhood friend Alan McMichael. "It's a book about this woman who married a dark, handsome man whose family home is filled with ghosts hiding in red clay!" Ingrid moved a candle closer to the book. "Maybe Lady Sharpe will change your mind about phantoms."

For the next hour, Ingrid took it upon herself to play narrator, putting on a dreamier-than-usual voice to reenact Edith's thoughts when she encountered the Sharpe siblings for the first time. 

As for Revna, she quickly became invested in the story. All she needed was the writer description of Edith's first kiss with her husband Baronet Thomas Sharpe in his workshop - the way he lifted her skirt and pinned her against the window, his passion overtaking him in the moment as he crashed his lips onto hers. "That's it." Revna declared with a loud sigh. "I want a Thomas Sharpe of my own." 

"Well, why don't you ask Prince Thor to bring you one when he visits Midgard again?" You teased her. 

Ingrid tutted. "Don't be hasty, ladies…" 

"Please, I would bet that he could out-dance all of the men of Asgard." Revna leaned back again, crossing one leg over the other.

"That's because no one here knows how to waltz." Ingrid turned the page and continued to read.

With every detail about Lady Edith's experience as the wife of Thomas Sharpe, encountering ghosts in 'Crimson Peak" that warned her of Thomas's previous marriages, you begin to picture eery, faceless monsters - no, walking skeletons - covered in red liquid that dripped with every movement. It was a far cry from the Phantom you encountered, who was truly just the God of Mischief in hiding.

But just as things started to sound too grim, the story would mention some intimate detail about Thomas, like the part of how surprisingly strong his arms were underneath the loose white shirts he wrote. And those were most entertaining to listen to, not because of how perfectly Edith expressed her love for her husband in a nuanced manner, but because of how they made Revna close her eyes and sigh, almost as if she were the one in Edith's place. You and Ingrid - how on earth was she still able to maintain a good narrative pace? - couldn't hold back peels of laughter.

"Ingrid…" Revna moaned softly, throwing her head back, which was starting to bead with sweat. "I want him."

"Even after he murdered his father-in-law, and his ex-wives?"

"He's a human and we're from Asgard" Revna countered. "I'll deal with his sister before the wedding. I'll set her up with someone."

You snickered. "Oh, so we're talking about a wedding?"

"Yeah, why not? I'll have him stay in Asgard with us."

"Let's hope the Phantom doesn't get to him," Ingrid reminded you both, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

"Still scared?" Revna rested her chin on her palm.

Ingrid closed the book. "No one has seen him or heard from him in the past three days." She lowered her voice to a whisper, "What if he's planning a murder? Or worse…?"

"Then we'll just have Thomas's sister deal with him."

"You're insane," you interjected under your breath and hugged your knees underneath your gown while your thoughts wandered to the Phantom. Maybe no one has heard from him because he's left Asgard. He was, after all, the God of Mischief. It would be easier to search Midgard for a Thomas Sharpe doppelgänger than to attempt to completely understand Loki's psyche. And whatever he did, or wherever he went, you were bound to find out about it at some point.

Still…there was one thing you hadn't managed to understand about your encounter with the Phantom: why you? Or rather, what did he want with you? Before going into hiding as the phantom, the god of mischief was known for his silver tongue, begrudgingly praised by Asgardians. He always knew how to get what he wanted, how he wanted, and when he wanted it, one way or another. So there must have been an ulterior motive behind him showing you his magic. Some twisted, dark reason for him holding you close, touching you so intimately while he confessed the truth behind the Phantom of Asgard.

And what of the lilly he left behind when he disappeared into the night? You could still picture its pristine white petals and perfectly-cut stem, which was decorated by a green silk ribbon whose hue resembled the cape worm by the younger prince in formal events. Perhaps if you'd encountered two or more other maidens with similar 'presents' from the Phantom of Asgard, you’d have suspected that the God of Mischief had adopted a philandering persona. Though between the two princes of Asgard, it was Thor who cavorted with noble girls and laid with whomever caught his eye. Loki, on the other hand, struck you as the more romantic one, the kind of prince described in tales whispered among girls as they brushed each others’ hair. The type of prince who would never think to look at anyone else with desire after he lost his heart to someone.

“Hey?” Revna snapped her fingers in front of you, amidst Ingrid giggling. “Hello? You alright?

You blinked, accidentally saved from your own wandering mind. “We should probably head to bed…I’m fine, just tired.”

"You’re bluffing.” Revna crossed her arms. “Seriously, what happened that night? You refuse to tell us anything, and clearly you are off.”

“Look, the phantom just…” You swallowed and stood up reluctantly, wrapping your finger around the edge of another sofa. “He…he didn’t do anything. I couldn’t see him but I…I felt something hold me.” You increased your pitch to sound more nonchalant. “And then he sent me on my way.”

“So he hugged you?” Ingrid stepped closer after she returned the book.

You confirmed her words. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

“That’s weird.” Revna made her way to the door and Ingrid extinguished most of the candles in the library fro the night. “Well, try to get some sleep. Who knows, maybe it was a one-time thing. At least he was nice…”

You mumbled a ‘yes’, and Revna decided that all three of you ought to head to your bedroom now. She descended down the steps of the library with Ingrid following suit.

But before you could blow out the last candle in the library, the doors swung shut with a booming thud. Holding the flickering candle by your side, you strode towards the entrance of the library only to be stopped by a harsh whisper.

“No.”

You turned around to find none other than the beautiful Phantom of Asgard standing behind you with his silk gloves, tailored black waistcoat and signature emerald mask. His raven curls and pale, square-like forehead not obscured by the mask glowed in the faint candlelight.

Your fingers pressed further into the candlestick, not caring if they left an imprint in the wax. “You…you’re not supposed to be in this part of the library.” You muttered, inching your other hand towards the doorknob and twisting it.

“And why not? Because I’m a phantom, doomed to haunt only the darkest hall, past the throne room?” He darkly chuckled, taking a step forward. With a simple flick of the wrist, the doorknob you held instantly went stiff. “Don’t pretend you don’t know the truth.”He delicately clasped your chin. “Tell me who I am.”

“You’re the God of Mischief.”

He wrapped his gloved fingers around your cheek and leaned in even closer. “Say my name.”

Heat rose in your cheeks and between your thighs. You closed your eyes, struggling to believe just how easily he could make you flushed with just a single touch. “You’re Prince Loki.”

The God of Mischief answered you by pressing his forehead against yours, while his other hand held your shoulder.

“My prince….” You felt his lips against the tip of your nose. “Don’t tease.”

“And what should I do instead?” He taunted, whispering against the side of your face. “This?” He lightly kissed your neck, and smirked when you let out a sigh. “If only you knew how much I have missed your warmth. Have you been thinking of me, sweet one?”

“How did you know?” You tried to look down only for the God of Mischief to force your eyes to meet his. “Forget I ask,” you faltered. “You’re the God of Mischief.”

“Exactly.” Loki walked backward, leading you to a couch. “Honestly, must you ladies always be in packs like she-wolves?” He remarked in a playful tone. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you alone in this palace once.”

You chose to remain silent as Loki’s hand rested on your waist, and you sensed him reappear behind you, his chest pressed against your back. “It pains me to be away from you, sweet one.”

Your hand slid down across your body, towards his. “My prince…”

“Loki.”You glanced over your shoulder. “You say that I am the only one who knows the truth…”

“Yes?” He goaded with a light kiss behind your ear.

"Then why…” You began, wondering how best to pose your question to the god of Mischief. It certainly didn’t help that his other hand inched towards your rib, lingering just below your breast. “Why? Why are you….touching me?”

He froze. “You don’t like it?” In that moment ,Loki’s voice dropped to a scared murmur, a voice so innocent and fearful that it could’ve been mistaken for a boy’s.

“No…I do like it but…” You took a deep breath. “You could have any woman in this palace, in any of the Nine Realms. Why me?”

“Because you are the only one who sees me as I am, and yet chooses my company.” Loki pushed a few locks of your hair aside. “I do not want you solely for your beauty, sweet one. I also want you for your heart.” He nuzzled against your hair. “Were someone to take you away from this place, I swear that I would burn this palace to the ground…”

“Loki.” You swallowed. Did he just say that he wanted your heart? That he would set Asgard on fire at a moment’s notice?

“Stay by my side, even if it’s only for a few moments,” he pleaded, caressing your hair. “Turn your face away from this garish light of day,…and simply take delight in this darkness, with each of its sensations.” Loki wrapped his long fingers around your neck. His intoxicating whisper drove away any defensive part of you that wanted to flee.

“As you wish,” was all that left your lips.

He rested on the couch, with you in his arms. “Someday, I’ll show you the stories in this library I enjoy the most. But tonight, all I ask is that you relieve me from my solitude.” Loki kept his fingers entangled in your hair, with the other hand resting on your own arm. He whispered, for your ears only,

“I ditt smil mitt hjerte finner ro,

I dine øyne, kjærlighet jeg for alltid skal tro."

(In your smile, my heart finds peace,

In your eyes, love I shall forever believe.)

He repeated the couplet two more times, and a strange calm fell over you. Your eyelids started to grow heavy, and your limbs became numb, like you were melting into a puddle. In a matter of moments, you fell fast asleep, a peaceful smile on your face.

“My beauty…” Loki whispered. For a brief moment, Loki lifted his mask and leaned down to kiss your eyelid. He slid the mask back on and simply held you for a few moments. While you slept in his embrace, Loki pondered to himself about the future of Asgard. He contemplated about how or if he would ever convey the news of him “not quite dying” to Thor.

How would he explain the disappearance of the All-father from Asgard? Would his punishment be worsened? No, that wouldn’t be possible, given that his original sentence was to spend the rest of his godly not-terribly-signifiant life in the dungeons.

“In due time,” Loki uttered to no one in particular. With those words, the God of Mischief lifted you in his arms in a bridal carry, and opened the library doors with a silent spell.

Once he brought you to his chambers, the God of Mischief placed you on a round bed adorned with ivory white satin bedsheets and gold pillows. He gently positioned you so that you lay on your side, and pushed the strands of hair obscuring your face. Then he conjured an emerald green cape and draped it over your body.

Would that he could, he would join you in his bed and hold you close as your heartbeat lulled him to sleep. But it would leave him far too vulnerable. What if you tried to remove his mask while he slept, lest you became repulsed by his looks, leaving him in the early hours of daylight? Alone in his bed, surrounded with his own demons and his own battles to fight? It was better that he suppress his own desires, at least for now. Forcing himself to tear his gaze away from your perfection, the God of Mischief closed the door of his own chamber and disappeared into the night.

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[redskull199987]

Do you take request if you do can you do Lando Norris x male reader fluff , we’re lando or male reader is having a bad day

Don´t ever look back

Lando x male!reader Request Word count:1k Warnings:Qatar GP (because that deserves an own warning), sad Lando but major fluff in the end Summary:After the qualifying in Qatar, Lando is feeling a little down and refuses to talk to you. But you are determined to make him feel better… Requested by anonymous 

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It had felt like it was going to be a good weekend. You finally had time to accompany Lando to a race and everything just went perfectly. You arrived in Qatar together and you finally had the chance to meet his teammate Oscar. He was the sweetest guy and you immediately clicked, joking around and laughing all the time, while Lando pretended to be annoyed, when he actually loved seeing his partner and his teammate having fun together.

Everything worked out, just the way you hoped it would. And after what McLaren had accomplished recently, You were as hopeful as ever that the weekend would go perfectly for the Boys.

That was until Qualifying came around…

You had to watch in horror how lap time after lap time got deleted, until Lando was left in 10th place. You wanted to talk to him, calm him down, anything that would make him feel better, but he was caught up in interviews. And your heart broke, as you heard how he talked about himself. How he talked about a lack of talent, when all you wanted to do was grab his face and tell him that it wasn't his fault. The track in Qatar was horrible and everyone knew it. But the FIA just liked the money too much, to cancel it.

You had tried to talk to Lando after he was done with the interviews, but he was nowhere to be found. It was like he was a Ghost.

Fortunately, you ran into Oscar while searching for Lando. You shared a few words with the Australian and gave him a hug for his lost place, before he told you that Lando went to his driver's room and that he had asked to be left alone. You gulped, as you heard those words. You quickly said your goodbyes to Oscar, before you made your way to Lando, practically sprinting towards his driver's room.

Your heart was beating frantically, as you arrived in front of the wooden Door. You were at least mildly concerned about what was behind it. In what condition Lando was. You took a deep breath before you gently knocked on the door, calling out for your beloved:”Lando, are you in there?”

There was a short silence in which you thought that he might have left again already, but then you heard his voice. It was quiet and he sounded like he really needed a shoulder to cry on right now:“Please just leave, Y/N.

Without saying another word, you pushed down the door handle. It wasn't locked. You quietly stepped inside and looked around for Lando. Your heart broke, as you saw him sitting on the floor in the corner, his head in his hands and his shoulders slumped. He didn't look up to you, but continued to stare at the floor.

Slowly, you walked over to where he was sitting and leaned down to his height.

“Lando, are you okay?”, you asked him, even though you knew nothing was okay.

He only shook his head at your question, before finally looking up to you. He looked so incredibly beat down. His eyes looked like he had lost all hope to ever win something again and even though it was barely seeable, you noticed the dried tears on his cheeks. 

“I'm a disappointment, Y/N. The team did so much for me and all I did was to disappoint them.”, he sniffled, looking back down.

You gently grabbed his wrist, pulling him closer:”You´re not a disappointment, Lando.”

But he only shook his head again and slightly shoved your hand away:”What else am I then, hm? Even Oscar managed to get to P3 and he's a Rookie. Even he's better than me!”

You didn't know what to say for a second. You didn't think that Lando actually believed that. It showed you once again, how ruthless this sport could be and how strong the Driver´s had to be.

“Lando.”, you said again. This time a bit more firmly. You lifted your hand to gently cup his face to make him look at you,”When I look at you, I don't see a Disappointment. I see an incredibly talented young man, who has achieved what most people could only dream of, a man who will achieve even more. I see a sweet and loving boyfriend, who never fails to make me smile. A Boy, who hates to eat fish and doesn´t understand the Australian accent, but a disappointment is really not what I would think of.”

The Boy in question only looked at you for a few seconds, before he pulled you in a tight hug. With the way he held onto you, you knew that he needed this hug. He needed you right then and there. So, you hugged him back just as tightly, drawing small circles on his back to calm him down. 

After a few minutes of just holding each other and enjoying each other's presence, You finally parted.

“Thank you,Y/N.”, Lando mumbled,”I really needed that.”

You smiled at the boy in front of you. His face had lit up a bit and after the hug, a few curls of his still slightly damp hair were dangling into his face. You raised your hand and gently pushed them out of his face:”Of course, Love.”

You leaned forward, softly kissing his forehead. You saw how he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, just enjoying the moment.

“What do you say to a shower and something to eat before the Sprint, hm?”, You finally asked, standing up and holding your hands out to him.

Lando quickly took your hands with a small smile on his face:“That would sound like all I need right now.”

With a chuckle, you kissed his cheek one more time, before you led him out of the driver´s room.

“Are you gonna join me in the shower?”, Lando asked quietly, a bit of his cheekiness already returning.

“Don´t push your luck, Norris.”, You grinned. But both of you knew that you could never deny his requests to spend time with him.

So, the shower it was…

[iiomanii]

𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖚𝖆𝖑,* w/ bokuto

SMUT ~ 16+, choking, hair pulling, teasing, groping, face grabbing, use of the name sir, penetration, dirty talk, degradation but really sweet. perverted reader, oral f! receiving, fingering, overstimulation, begging, names like princess and baby, reader gets dick drunk, missionary, doggy style, this is really some twitter shit.

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As you stare at the man manspreading in the chair next to yours, you start thinking about the relentless things you want him to do to you. Wishing that every naughty thought, every wet dream, and every single fantasy you had about him came true. 

You´re so perverted thinking about your best friend pounding into you while he´s sitting right there next to you watching tv not knowing that you think about this. Your breath starts to get a little heavy as you continue to have these sinful thoughts about him, your childhood best friend, they're so dirty as you continue to think about this the thoughts start to feel real you´re soaked thinking about the possibilities that maybe, possibly you can actually do him this one time. You´re visualizing your best friend of  10 years fucking you dumb, and your soaked thinking about it, you´re sick.

Another sinful thought after the other, what he looks like shirtless, sweating over you, his gray hair sticking to his forehead, his toned hips pounding into your cunt relentlessly. 

¨Hey, snap out of it y/n¨ Bo says waving his hand in front of your face. ¨You okay?¨ he asks genuinely concerned ¨Yea, I'm fine just thinking¨ you say fiddling with your fingers ¨You only do that when your nervous what ´ya thinking about¨ he says leaning over to you. ¨You¨ you sigh. He looks at you confused ¨Me?¨ you nod feeling the tears swell in your eyes. ¨Don´t cry¨ he says smiling, you put your head down regretting your choice but you feel his hand under your chin ¨Look at me¨  he says ¨I knew you had a crush on me, trust me it was very noticeable¨  he looks at you ¨But- Bo you don't see me that way¨  he interrupts you ¨Who said I didn´t¨. You look at him his golden eye dragging you in. 

Next thing you know your lips are planted together as he´s grasping at the thin tank top you decided to wear today ¨Take it off¨ he says pulling away from the heated kiss ¨But-¨ you stutter ¨Take. It. Off¨ he cuts you off with his stern reply ¨Yes, SIr¨ you reply following his task ¨Such a slut¨ he says as his eye become drunk with lust. 

He kisses you again before dragging his lips down to your neck sucking and kissing on the spot that makes you weak ¨mmhm¨ he says reacting to your mewls as he continues leaving marks on your neck. He looks at you as he maneuvers his hand on the biker shorts you had on as he breaks the bands his fingers hovering over the place you want him to touch the most ¨please¨ you mutter looking at his lust-filled eyes ¨Beg¨ he says flat out ¨Won´t do it ´less you beg okay princess?¨  you do ¨Please-¨ you mewl out as he teases you, his fingers laying lightly up and down above your panties ¨Please what?¨ ¨Please sir¨ you say not thinking just knowing that you want him. 

He slides down the semi-restrictive shorts you had on with his free hand, you're exposed only in your panties and nothing else while he has everything on, you decided to grasp at his shirt and he obliges taking the white t-shirt that he had on off. Ḧe puts his hand back but this side inside of the mere thing covering you. He puts his fingers directly onto your pussy exploring your wet place. ¨What were you thinking about to get you this wet huh¨ he says rubbing your clit and watching your reaction, ¨ This¨ you say as he plunges his fingers into your cunt making you tightly grip the couch arm. He continues to fuck your cunny with his fingers ¨Dumb slut, I´m just giving you my fingers and you´re already about to cum¨ he says going faster with his fingers as he lowers himself to where his face is leveled with your pussy. You look at him as he removes his fingers and puts his mouth onto you licking and sucking, ¨Just grind on my mouth¨ he muffles and you listen grinding against his mouth as he licks in circles. ¨Please gonn´ cum¨ you say gripping onto his gray locs ¨mmhm¨  he says smiling ¨Go ahead¨ he says as you release what was being built up for so long. “I want to put my dick in you” he says pulling away from your spot his mouth wet with your slick. “Please, sir” as you interrupted my him pulling your legs “I’ll be careful” he says pressing your thighs against your stomach as he slowly pulls off his pants his dick popping out of his covering it; it’s pretty light pink tip with viens adorning the sides, it’s also girthy and slight curves to the left. 

He gently rubs his tip over the your clit making eye contact “you’re so pretty baby” as he gently start to put it in stroking slowly into you “Look at me” he says wrapping his hands over the bottom of yout thigh to keep his stability, You’re a wreck, moaning gripping at his forearm making eye contact with him looking into his eyes as you finally got what you wanted “f-faster” you say as he starts to pick up the pace lewd noises coming from his balls slapping against you ass “fuck” he mutters as he picks up the place going faster, the noises getting louder as he starts to hit your g-spot “right there please dont stop” as you feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head, thoughts leaving your head, nothing but the pleasure of him fucking you as you start to grip at his hips. He stops and pulls out and flips you around as you arch your back you feel a tight grip at your hair as he yanks it and makes you look at him as he continues. He smacks your ass continuing to pound into your spot as you feel a ball of pleasure start to form in your stomach “You’re about to cum, can feel you clenching” he speaks through his grunts and the lewd noises you two are producing. 

“Uh-huh” he says acknowledging the noises your making for him, “I’m cumming” as you feel yourself release all over him “Oh my god” you say as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm “You made a mess” he says “I’m about to cum princess” He says “Cum ‘n me” you say and he obliges burying his dick balls deep into your cunt as you feel the hotness release into your cunt. He pulls out and fix his pants, leaving his shirt off as he helps you fix yourself, kissing you again “You did so good” he says turning the lights off and cuddling next to you.

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Anything for you - Katsuki Bakugo x Afab!Reader

A/N: This work was inspired by this request that i couldn´t accomplished 2 months ago due to a lot thing that happened to me in that period, but here it is now, and i hope this is of the liking of anyone who reads it. Specially, the person that send it. :)

Angst to Fluff to Comfort.

Warnings: mentions of non consensual sex with a past partner, mentions of consensual sex with current partner, mentions of drugs, mentions of symptoms of PTSD. READ UNDER YOUR RESPONSABILITY.

Words: 2k

No proofread so it might have some errors hahaha :p

It happened when you were 17 years old, almost 6 years ago. He was your first boyfriend, and it was the very first time you had a sexual encounter. To be honest, you don´t even remember how it happened, you just remember the tears your eyes spilled while begging him to stop, the way your body just froze, and how your mind shut down to protect you from more damage besides the one it was suffering. You were an UA student at the time, and the man that ruined your life an ex-classmate from your old school who you happened to know since childhood.

"Is it Christmas already?" a hoarse voice said behind you and your body automatically tense after recognizing it “Look what a cutie you turn out to become” it continued to speak in a flirty tone. You didn’t turn, you were in panic.

You and Katsuki had had a date that morning and you needed to buy some ingredients before getting back home to make dinner together. But your boyfriend had left to go to the bathroom just 5 minutes before it all happened. To this moment your life had been better than you ever imagine. You had a strong and handsome boyfriend who you recently moved in with; you accomplished your dream of becoming a hero and you were improving yourself constantly in every aspect of your life. So, this had to be a sick joke, right?  

“Hey, look at me!” the man forced you to turn around. You could have punch him, break his arm or something for the matter, you were a pro hero for God´s sake… but in that moment you couldn´t react, your body was afraid of moving “I heard you are dating Dynamight” he smirked “Is he enjoying my leftovers? I bet he is. You are a sweet little thing anyways.” Your eyes opened in terror, you didn´t know what to do, how to react.

“Leave me alone… please” you almost beg with watery eyes.

“Awn, are you going to cry? Weren´t you a strong hero? I think you are more like a fragile doll.” He mocked.

“Stop.” You murmured “please. Just let me go.” you were crying at this point.

“But we are just starting, pretty” the man pushed you towards the shelves, trapping you with his body. He bent over with a twisted smile and tried to reach your lips, but then a muscular arm shoved the man and made him fall on his arm.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing!?” the loud voice of Katsuki resonated along the market “Who the fuck do you think you are to lay a finger on her, huh!?” with heavy and long strides your boyfriend was on top of the man in less than a second, holding him by the shirt. He had a murderous expression on his face.

“Katsuki…” your voice was weak, you were shaking.

“Are you ok, princess?” Katsuki asked in a sweet and gentle tone without taking his eyes from the man whining of terror under him. You nodded even when he couldn´t see you.

“I wasn´t doing anything, dude” the man said with panic in his voice “She´s an old friend and I just wanted to say hello.”     

“You don´t need to be that close just to say hello…” Katsuki growled. And due to the loud voice of your boyfriend, other costumers started to accumulate around you three. If some customer took a picture or a video of what was happening and share it on social media, the career of Katsuki would be fucked. The press and his haters on social media were looking for an excuse to talk shit about him anytime given, and it was obvious that they weren´t going to take the time to investigate what was really going on. So, struggling to put yourself together you decided to act. You reached for your boyfriend´s hand, helped him to get up, and got out of the store the faster your trembling knees allowed you to.

The tension in the ride home was more than evident. Of course, Katsuki wasn´t mad at you, but he wasn´t happy either. He had a lot of things to ask you, but he couldn´t pressure you. He didn´t want to put you into more stress. Not after how you reacted to that jerk. He couldn´t comprehend. You were one of the best at martial arts of the heroes he knew, so that man had to be someone you were painfully scared of. A bully maybe? He tsked. That was plausible, you always have been sweet, and to be honest, a little naïve in your younger years.

When you entered the shared apartment, your nervousness took the better of you, and you ran to the bathroom with the excuse of feeling tired and the need of taking a shower before going to bed. Katsuki wasn´t a fool and you knew it, but you didn’t have the energy nor the courage to be confronted about what happened at the store just yet. Katsuki let you be for the moment. You´d open up to him later, you had to if you wanted to maintain the kind relationship you two had.

You love Katsuki, a lot. You could even say that you´ve never loved anyone like that before. That didn’t mean that you were that experience at the romantic department, because you only had two boyfriends besides him: Shinso and Yo, but to be honest, even when you loved each of them, you never felt the connection you had with Katsuki. If soulmates were real, you were sure he was yours, and you will do everything in your power to stay with him for as long as he wanted you to. It was that, right now… you just wanted to cry, and you didn’t want Katsuki to see you like that… You thought that therapy had helped, that it was just a bad experience and that you wouldn´t let it get in your way… that you had get over it and put it in the back of your mind so it would never bother you again, but you were wrong. That voice, that smell, that presence was… terrifying. 

Once you opened the shower, you let yourself being engulfed by the warm of the water and let your eyes spill the pain your soul and heart were holding. Bakugo could hear your crying clearly from the outside, and he would be lying if he didn´t had the instinct to run inside the bathroom and held you the better he can. His heart was suffering seeing you suffering. He couldn´t help but feeling enraged at himself for not being able to help you. The love of his life was in pain because of something an asshole has done to her in the past and he wasn´t there to protect you.

You were calmer right now. You´d cried enough and were ready lo leave the bathroom and face your boyfriend. You thought he was going to be waiting for you sitting on the edge of the bed to confront you about what happened a few hours ago, but he wasn´t there.

“Kats?” you asked peeking your head through the door.

“Kitchen!” he answered. You smiled and let your feet guide you to him.

“Hey…” you murmured. Your boyfriend was making dinner himself. He glanced to you over his shoulder and smiled “I thought we were gonna cook together.”

 “It´s ok, you can rest.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, sure.”

You knew that once he had decided something you could never change his mind, so you decided the wiser and made yourself comfortable on the couch in front of the TV. And after a couple of minutes scrolling aimlessly through Netflix, you decided on watching some new anime about zombies that has just been released. And when you pushed play, you felt the weight of your boyfriend sank besides you and his arm snake around your waist to pull you towards his chest. He then kissed your temple and let a deep sigh escape his chest. You knew what he was thinking about.

“You know I love you, right?” he whispered in the soft tone only you had been able to pull out of him.

“I love you too…” you answered with your eyes processing the images on the TV. Somehow the protagonist of the show reminded you of Izuku, you smiled softly.

“What is it?” he questioned.

“He reminds me of Izuku.” To that he let a giggle escape his mouth.

“You´re fucking right. He does looks and acts like Deku. Bet he is a loser too.”

“Hey, don´t be mean, I think he is cute” Bakugo groaned and raised a brow.

“You think Deku is cute? Seriously?”

“Well, yeah. He´s cute like a baby panda type of cute.”

“So, you are into nerds?” He said in disbelieved.

“Well, I´m into you.”

“I´m not a nerd.”

“I wasn´t the third place in grades at school.” You retorted while laughing.

“Oh, is that so?” he placed you on his lap with one swift movement.

“Katsuki!” you shrieked taken aback. You were now facing him. His face with a glint of joy and mischief on his features. “You could have injured me or something, you know?”

“I would never.” He spoke softly. His face turning into a sad expression. “I will kill myself before doing something that could hurt you.” You frowned. You knew exactly what was this about.

“That man…” you started, avoiding his eyes “He was my first boyfriend and my first sexual experience…” you stuttered, Katsuki adjusted his hands on your back so you could feel secure in his arms “I- I didn´t wanna do it, and he forced me to do it…” your eyes watered at the memory and the body of your boyfriend tensed, clenching his fist on your clothes unconsciously.

“What…?” his mind could not process the information properly.

“I begged him to stop, but he kept going.” You were crying at this point “I never said anything because I thought that no one would believe me, but… I took therapy and…” Katsuki wanted to murder him. Really. He was sure that it destiny put the bastard in front of him again, he wouldn´t let him go alive. But right now, he just wanted to comfort you “I´m sorry” you said weakly.

“For what?”

“Because I didn´t tell you…” you sobbed, and his hand landed softly on your cheek.  He brushed the tears away and with the softest voice he had ever spoken to you said “You have nothing to be sorry about. It wasn´t your fault. Thanks for sharing this with me.”

You embraced him, crying again but this time from happiness. The hand on your back held you close to his chest, while the other hand tried to sooth you, rubbing your back “It´s ok, love. I´m here. I´m never gonna let anyone hurt you ever again.” You sat straight to look him in the eyes, and then you squished his cheeks on both your hands. “What the fuck!?” he opened his eyes in almost panic.

“You are so cute…” you said with the biggest smile he´s seen on you.

“No, I´m not, you idiot” he tried to defend himself but wasn´t really fighting you back.

“And you make so happy…” you whispered leaning towards him to give a kiss on the lips that he responded to almost instantly.   

After a couple of minutes, the soft kisses turned into passionate kisses, completely forgetting about the show you were watching, the food Katsuki was making or the entire world outside. He caressed your face with both his hands, whispering little I love you´s between kisses. You sighed, glad to be in love and being love by a man like Katsuki.

That night, after eating dinner and turning off the TV, he made love to you. The sweetest and softest way he could. Worshipping your body, kissing the bruises of the battle, holding your hands in his, making you cum like nobody else would. Just reminding you that he was by your side from now on and that he would never leave you alone.

This week was your first week off in months. No hero duty, no filling documents, no calls from the police station to arrest a villain, just pure laziness at home. You loved this way of living, but you missed the heat of your boyfriend besides you. Unfortunately, he was the head of his own agency with Kirishima and couldn´t have many vacations, at least no when he was on a big mission about a bunch of villains related with very dangerous drugs. And today was the day he was going to put them under arrest, so you took a rest from the anime you were watching to scroll through social media looking for any news about the case, and you find them a couple of minutes after.  

You sheepishly smiled to yourself when you caught a glimpse of the gorgeous scowl of your boyfriend in his winter hero suit while talking to the police. You had to admit that his serious expression was sexy. You continued to scroll in search for some good pictures of him to download, until a video of him manhandling a resisting man came up. Your eyes almost popped out of your skull when you recognized who it was.

You search for more information about the man and the reason of his detention and found out that he was being charged for possession and distribution of drugs, plus the aggression towards a hero. All of that could cost him at least 12 years in prison. As the hero you were yourself, and above all the girlfriend of Katsuki, you knew that it was all a lie. That your boyfriend had incriminated this man for what he did to you, and while a part of you was mad at him for use his authority for this, the other part was very pleased to see the bastard behind bars even when it wasn´t for the crime he must have been paying for.

You truly loved Katsuki and everything he could do for you…

[mx-mongoose]

ROTTMNT characters if they were in 2012

Casey Junior 💀🏒

- So its the future timeline. Casey and April are still alive, Donnie hasn’t turned himself into a robot yet. All of them in their early 20s. Raph still has amnesia though.

- Its hard to say it Casey senior is thriving or not. Like he’s definitely vibing with Mad Max thing going on, but he does mask (no pun intended) a lot of his emotions behind his arrogant persona. He really misses his little sister. He misses playing Hockey too but with how dry it is its virtually impossible.

- He found Junior in a dumpster while scavenging for food. The baby was injured and malnourished like its been sitting there for a while. Casey took the baby back to the ShellRaiser.

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“Casey, what is that?” Raphael pointed at Casey’s cape, which was wrapped up like a swaddle and was crying.

“Guys I can explain-“ He croaked but was immediately cut off.

“CASEY, IS THAT A BABY?!” April shrieked, rushing over and peering over Casey’s arms.

The baby had scraggly black hair prickling from his head and had minor injuries all over him. His face was boney though when it was supposed to be brimming with plump and fat. He was wailing like mad and grabbing at nothing.

“No, it's a dog I found,” Casey quipped mirthlessly

“I’ll go find if there’s anything they can eat!” April was on it as she rushed to the small pantry they had.

“Oh my god, out of the most boneheaded decisions you’ve ever made this takes the cake, Jones,” Donnie exclaimed, gesturing towards the baby.

“Can babies have regular milk, Red?” Casey ignored Donnie’s insult and hovered over April who was pushing way canned rations.

“No, but the milk grew some mold anyway,” April shook her head, not breaking focus.

“Do gas stations have formula?” Casey asked, quick and stern. Moreso than he's ever been in a while

“Dude, the baby is gonna die anyways! Its a liability,” Donnie stated, pinching the bridge of his beak. “We barely have enough food for our-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONCE, DON,” Casey screamed at purple masked turtle, his voice making the baby sob louder if that was even possible. Venom spit from his voice and hugged the baby to his chest.

“What do you want me to?! Throw it out the window!” He continued to retort.

“Maybe if it means we won’t starve to death!”

“The dude won’t even eat the same food as us, he just needs milk!”

“And when it needs to eat the same food as us?!”

“Its gonna eat smaller portions as us anyways!”

“Raph, say something!” Donnie demands, quickly averted his gaze towards his big brother. He was sitting in the drivers seat in deep thought, gripping the steering wheel and staring at nothing.

Casey pushed away Donnie and towards his best friend. “Raph, please. I can’t let the little guy die. If there’s even just the smallest chance I can save him,” He pleaded. Casey Jones never pleaded or begged, he got what he wanted and would never take no for an answer. But this time he was desperate.

“Please, dude,” It came out as a raspy whisper, holding out even the tiniest bit of hope.

Raphael groaned before looking back towards the baby and then Casey, “You’re really serious about this kid huh, Jones?”

“You’d know if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here,”

Raphael stared at Casey for a long time. He couldn’t tell if the Terrapin was looking for something, tired or both but eventually it ended with a dry-

“There should be some abandoned daycares nearby, if we book it then we’ll get to one of them in five,”

A thankful smile grew on Casey’s face and sighed in relief. The exasperated squawks of Donatello going in one ear and out the other.

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- The ragtag group tried their best with Junior. Donnie installed a crib connected to the wall, they usually gave the soup and soft foods to Junior, took turns staying up with him, you’d be surprised how much stuff you can substitute for baby diapers.

- They came up with Casey Junior because Casey decided on it and wouldn't budge. Claiming "He's named after the strongest and badass warrior I know,

Junior actually gave all of them their titles once he learned how to speak.

Casey is dad

Raphael is Raphie

Donnie is Don-Don

April is just April and she was so salty about it.

Despite being raised by literal warriors and vigilantes, in nature he was a pretty gentle and docile kid. Sure he knew when to defend himself the time called for it, but overall a good kid to say the least. (Also still a total fanboy, constantly wanting to hear stories from before and his family's adventures when they were young)

He still has his Hockey Stick chainsaw but it was originally Casey's before he passed. Its less advanced and quality as Rise's but it still gets the job done. Casey's mask was passed down as well

I'd say the main difference between him and Rise is that he's a lot less formal and regulated. Instead of growing up in the resistance, he was just adopted by a ragtag team of nomads. He's less like a soldier and more of a kid just trying to figure himself out while growing up in a post-war earth. He knows how to survive and knows battle techniques but not to the capacity as Rise. He's a lot looser with his stratagies if that makes sense.

Once they found Mikey and Leo, GOD was Junior just gawking and fanboying all over the place. Leo and Mikey were just stunned Casey had a kid and he's still alive. Though they were hurt to hear about his and April's passing

Debating if I should a part 2 about if he was sent back in time too

[ronniethemoonandsun]

Love Unholyc Walkthrough

Season 3 | Destiny.

William Route

Day 12

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00:41

The charm

Visual Novel: William

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07:49

The beginning of first love

Visual Novel: William, Pierce

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No way I didn´t like it-!! I liked it too much and that´s the problem?!?! +William

You should break that habit of asking when you know everything Liam.

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Liam, I have something to say... (any option is fine)

Liam, I´ll confess splendidly tonight! (any option is fine)

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Is the message to not give up on life even when I´m not here.

Is the message to not hold it in and be sufficiently sad when I´m gone. +William

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09:36

I´m a little busy right now.

Chat room: William

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Liam...! You have really good hearing...! +William

Hahaha why would you think something is up?

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So I´m thinking of visiting her!

I´m sad that I seem to be needlessly worrying many people. +William

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...Am I really allowed to go? (any option is fine)

Aren´t you going to stop me? (any option is fine)

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Is someone coming, by any chance? +Eater

Do you have too many chores? +Wiliam

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Nope, I don´t have any!

I do, but it´s a secret! +William

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How does Liam know everything like that? +William

Yes! I would bump into him, definitely!

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10:22

I´ll go.

Chat room: Zenon

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Yes, that´s right! (any option is fine)

Why are you suddenly polite? (any option is fine)

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Hahaha you´re secretly boasting a lot about your wife! (any option is fine)

You already know about me? That´s a little embarrassing...! (any option is fine)

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The parts where his face his body his voice are so handsome!

The part where he loves and adores me the most in the world.

Uhmm... Honestly, I´m not sure. +William

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Not as cruel as you think?

Can´t be any more cruel than this? +William

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Zenon´s right... I´ll go back! +William

Making you come alll the way here yourself, I feel too sorry...

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A sugar doll...? Not poison... ?

True! Since Liam almost always listens to me! +William

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12:01

Beg

Chat room: Agni, Zenon

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14:57

The guest unknown to the master of the house

Visual novel: William, Eater

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Take your hands off my Liam-!!! +William

Eater, calm down! Please-!! +Eater

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There´s no way my Liam would do such a thing!

It´s okay if he puts me in danger! If that´s Liam! +William

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If you like Eater that much, live with Eater!

To me, Liam and I are much more pitiful! +William

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16:13

Someone to leave behind

Visual Novel: William, Zenon

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Why? Are you jealous that I invited a guy?

I don´t want to have our times stolen as much as Liam does. +William

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I can´t believe it. That you´re not an Unholyc...

I herad a lot about you. I always wanted to meet you. +William

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Liam was in more danger than me. +William

Yeah, Eater went quite quietly.

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I don´t think I am unfortunate. +William

Thank you for crying for me.

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18:31

I love you.

Visual Novel: William, Zenon

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No way... Were you teasing me all this time... ?!

I-I wanted to go first... !! +William

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I loved you from a long time ago.

I feel like my heart will explode because of Liam. +William

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20:24

Proposal

Visual Novel: William

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Did you not like the proposal? +William

Did you want to propose to me before I did?

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(Tid my hair.)

(Change my underwear.) +William

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What do you mean by this moment?

I´m the one that waited so much... +William

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21:00

I do not change.

Chat room: William

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Shall I go back to sleep?! (any option is fine)

You´re doing housework at this time... ?! How diligent are you... ?! (any option is fine)

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It somehow feels like you´re back to the cold Liam... !! (any option is fine)

I´ll miss him, the affectionate version of Liam... Sob... (any option is fine)

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He´s cold but affectionate...! +Willliam

Did you like... Doing it with me?

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I like you as you are! +William

I prefer the affectionate one!

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I hope nights like these continue.

I feel like the night was too short. I´m sad. +William

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Okay! I´ll sleep first! +William

I´ll be waiting come quick!

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21:16

You´re not sleeping yet~?

Chat room: Jung Hi

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Of course not! I knew it, Hi knows well about me!

I thought Hi would message me! It was true! +Jung Hi

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Thank you for considering Liam.

Thatk you for considering me. +William

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Don´t worry! Nothing bad happened!

Liam and I finally shared feelings... ! +William

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22:03

You´re still awake, right? :))

Chat room: Leo

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Of course! I´m awake! +William

Why is Leo still awake? +Leo

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Did something happen?

Why didn´t you try! Leo has backbone! +William

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You brother was right. I missed Leo a lot! +Leo

Everything´s fine except my heart is about to explode because of Liam! +William

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What decision do you think you would have made?

I thought too, but I couldn´t hide these feelings. +William

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22:38

You must be awake, right?

Chat room: Sol

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Hahahaha yeah, I had dinner! +Sol

:(( I actuallly didn´t eat properly.

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Thank you. For enduring it well. +William

What´s so important about reasons ! I´m happy to talk to Sol! +Sol

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I´m the one with many things to apologize for. +William

I enjoyed it, it made me think of the old times! It´s alright.

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I am. As much as Sol wants. +Sol

I am. As long the days Liam waited for me. +William

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23: 00

Dreaming with eyes open

Chat room: Eater

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...I thought you couldn´t sleep? +William

Shall I say something so fun that you can forget your nightmare?! +Eater

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Neither. I´m worried about you. +William

You know so much about me that it´s creepy...! +Eater

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I think we´re going too far...!! +Eater

I had happy times with Liam today. +William

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Is it a sad story? +William

Okay. Tell me. +Eater

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No, you´re so amazing that I´m unworthy of you.

Well, I think you would look better wet! +Eater

Uhm... I think you´re unattractive... Or not...

[englishtipss]

Book and adaptation of Alice in wonderland

Author: Amanda Rafaela Faria Santos

Introduction

Tim Burtom, was the director scheduled to direct this adaptation of the movie “Alice in Wonderland”. A very well thought out choice, as he has a unique visual style and, with that, brought many elements that would help make the film not only magical, but a box office success. The 2010 film “Alice in Wonderland” is a continuation of the animation produced by Disney in 1951. Well, the animation was inspired by the first book, with the same title. While the live action was inspired by both the first story and the sequel: "Alice Through the Looking Glass". That said, this brief study will analyze the adaptation of the book by Tim Burtom and Lewis Carroll, relating the concepts with the Bildungsroman.

Amanda Faria

About the book

It tells the story of Alice, the little girl who falls down a rabbit hole in a fantasy place, inhabited by strange creatures. 

 There, Alice goes on weird and absurd adventures, faces uncommon situations, meets extravagant beings, is asked enigmatic and illogical questions. At  the end of the story, Alice wakes up, and realizes that it was all a dream. Let’s talk a little about the works that will be analyzed.

About the adaptation: 

Alice, an unpretentious and intelligent 19-year-old. After spotting an curious rabbit, she decides to follow him, but ends up falling into a rabbit hole in the garden.  This hole takes her to an eccentric place.  There is full of unique and curious characters.  Until then, Alice didn't believe that place was real. Because, she does not remember that she was there in her childhood.  However, as the story progresses, Alice realizes, that she is there on an important mission.

Wait, what is Bildungsroman, definition? 

A German term that means "novel of formation" or "novel of education"

The main character goes trought some dificult situations in order to gain experience and attain moral development. (CHRISTY, 2016)

How to apply this concept in Alice in Wonderland?

1- “Development of mind and the character of the protagonist from childhood to adulthood":

Little Alice x Older Alice

In the book, Alice encounters a challenging situation as when she tries to open the tiny door where she has to be really small to pass and ends up being too big after eating a cake that makes her grow a lot she starts crying because she could not deal with that situation.

In the movie, differently from the book, Alice is now more mature and know how to solve her problems, even though she still makes the same mistake she did as a child she did not cry and still tries rationalize to solve the puzzle.

2- “Tension or conflicts with the outer world and the inner world of the protagonist":

Little Alice

When Alice first enters Wonderland, she is confused about the place, obviously, but she is also confused about herself. She keeps asking herself if she is another person. Like in the following excerpt:

“Dear, dear ! How queer everything is today ! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I ’m not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle !” (CARROLL, 1865).

A little help

Alice's conversation with the Caterpillar is an extension to this identity confusion and this is reflected in the movie, where there is a similar interaction between them. As in the book, the Caterpillar insists in the question "Who are you?"

Other character that makes Alice questions more about herself and what she learned in the society she has been living on is the Cheshire cat. The following exerpt shows a little of it:

 “Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to walk from here ?” “That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat. “I don ’t much care where—” said Alice. “Then it doesn’t matter which way you walk,” said the Cat. “ —so long as I get somewhere,” Alice added as an explanation (CARROLL, 1865, p. 89).

3- “Temperamental loss must be there which makes the protagonist to undergo a long journey;": 

In the book, a child Alice is shown, therefore, with characteristics belonging to childhood, such as: imagination, courage, curiosity, and belief in fantasies.

But, in Tim Burtom's adaptation, with the 19-year-old Alice, these characteristics disappear.  Because, she spent many years without visiting that fantasy world.  And this difference is noticed by the characters when she returns to Wonderland. They say to the Rabbit, who brought her, "She’s not Alice" "you brought the wrong Alice" "that would never be my Alice".

4- “Time space must be long so that the protagonist gets a long time to get maturity of mind and character"

At the end of the film, after a long journey and many experiences, alice matures again, but now recovering her old characteristics.  Your courage and imagination.

Conclusion 

Finally, Bildungsroman finds himself in Alice's story. Because this work traces Alice's development fromher childhood, making her her goal-oriented personality with her imagination and inquisitive mind. In thefilm we can see a regression of her character, mostly by submitting to the rules of her then society, butshe eventually finds herself again.

"It's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then." (CARROLL, 1865, p. 155)

References. 

• CHRISTY, G. M. A. Buildungsroman. The Dawn Journal, India, v. 5, n. 1, p. 1234-1237, Jan./Jun. 2016. Available at: https://thedawnjournal.in/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/6-Christy.pdf. Access on: 20 January, 2022.

[atlasfield]

22 - You Are Not Alone

Chirin woke up? ...

Yes... and no... It was real. Chirin looked around him. The forest was on peace, burned, but quiet. The voices silenced, the wind claimed a moment for wait. He forgot for a moment who was in front of him.

Mune has been used his powders for open Chirins heart, replacing the bad moments with Wolf for his childhood on the farm with his mother and friends.

- Homesick to the past. - Said quietly Cheshire to Mune. - You are so deadly when you act. - I had not choice. - Said Mune quietly too. - I was not sure what put on his hope and dreams.

Both got quiet. They looked the scene. Campanella was in front of the lamb. The pink cat watched Chirin. The big eyes of the cat reflected the sadness of the lamb. Mune and Cheshire retired quietly.

- I´m so sorry for burnt your clothes. - Chirin apologies. - Don´t you feel shame of be naked? - No. - Responded Chirin. - I use clothes because I´m cold. But I have nothing for hide. Are you ashamed of my body? - Yes... no, yes... I´m so sorry I am very ashamed. My actions were not right. Could you forgive me? - Yes, yes Chirin, I forgive you. - Chirin dropped some tears. - Did you... did you had mom? - Aske the lamb. - Yes. - What happened to her? - Campanella closed his eyes, the question of Chirin was difficult to answer. - I cannot remember. But is ok. She is fine. She is awaiting me.

Chirin tried to find an excuse of get out but in the same time stay there talking with Campanella.

- Tell me. - Continued Chirin. - In what I was wrong?

Campanella looked the lamb. His eyes filled of tears.

- You made the same mistake than I. - Campanella said. - You didn't mourn your mother. - I... I cried next to her. I felt bad for her. - Yes, I know, but you negated what happened. You exploded on rage trying to destory everything. You negociated with Wolf. But when you finished him, you fell on a deep depression, and you never accepted the lost of your mother replaced later for Wolf who you considered him a father.

Chirin fell on his kness and he tries to excuse himself.

- I was a sheep, a small sheep. A silly sheep. - And I was a kitty too. The difference between me and you is... I died before I could mourn my mother. You had time, a large life... I didn´t.

Chirin felt bad. He tried to not continue with the talking. Then he remembered when he walked alone on the snowy mountains crying "Wou".

- You are not alone. - Campanella said as he read his mind. - Not anymore. - Then Chirin, resigned to continuing talking he asked a question: - What can I do for you? - Chirin sounded now calmed. - Please, could you give me back the ticket of my friend Giovanni? He needs it for travel with me to Cross of South on the galactic railroad.

Chirin nodded. From his bell taked the ticket and gave to Campanella.

- I wanted go there too. - Chirin said, sounded defeated. - Maybe I will not go never. - Maybe you will. - Said Campanella. - Remember, you are not alone.

Then, Chirin leaved to escape a sigh, and his body changed. His horns dissappeared and his muscles become soft. He looked more like a sheep.

- Go. - Chirin said. - Go with Giovanni, and tell him I am so sorry for burnt his clothes and steal his ticket.

Campanella nodded in silence, he turned around and in silence started to walk to Mune and Cheshire. On that exactly moment Chirins body become on dust and only left a black smoke. Chirin became into a Shadow. Everybody looked his transformation.

- What will you do now, Chirin? - Asked Cheshire giving him a smile. - Find myself . Replied Chirin, but his voice sounded distorted. - If I cannot find the forgive on  myself, I will help others find it. - So pity. But... I will come again soon. I hope you are not here anymore when I arrive. - I hope not. But if I see you again...

Chirin decided stop to talk, he dissappeared walking into the woods.

Mune, Cheshire and Campanella abandoned Gehenna in silence. Nobody talked about what happened.

However...

Mune looked back and on the forest a small golden light shiny.

Then they heard a small bell on the distance...

[yandere-daze]

hi! pretty new to requests and asks so sorry if i ask for too much! any headcanon ideas on mayoi with a s/o whos obsessed and adores his teeth?

Welcome, I´m glad to have you here! And don´t worry, you´re doing completely fine, there´s nothing wrong with your request ^^ Mayoi deserves some much needed love

gn reader

warnings : self-deprecation on Mayoi´s part

Mayoi with an s/o that adores his sharp teeth

Due to his secluded lifestyle and his fear of being in a large crowd, Mayoi has never been very good at social interactions. Most people are wary of him when they first meet him and as such, he´s very surprised that you stayed around and managed to squeeze your way into his heart just like that

Mayoi is actually very insecure and self-deprecating and so he really isn´t used to being complimented, especially not for his teeth. They´re sharper than an ordinary person´s and I´m sadly convinced that someone has made a mean comment about them at least once. He doesn´t want to be seen as scary but what can he do when he´s simply so creepy and useless? Of course people are going to be disgusted by him!

He almost can´t believe that he gets to have a wonderful s/o like you, he doesn´t feel worthy. And yet, you still stand by his side and comfort him whenever he gets these bad thoughts and his anxieties start to overwhelm him. He´s eternally grateful that you´re there for him!

It would be a completely normal date when you suddenly out of the blue mention how much you like his teeth. At first Mayoi is surprised and doesn´t really believe you. Many people have compared his teeth to that of a shark and exclaimed how scary they looked!

But as you keep insisting that you find them really cute ( like him <3), Mayoi would get really flustered. He´s really not used to these compliments so please excuse him when he tries to hide his red face behind his hands. He´s so, so happy though! please don´t take his flutered state as a sign that you should stop, he would love it if you continued showering him in compliments

He just becomes putty in your hands and it feels so nice to be appreciated like this, he´s sooo not used to it but he honestly feels so happy he could almost cry

Oh, you´re just so wonderful and kind! He loves you more than anything!

Just keep going, Mayoi really deserves and needs these sweet compliments from you. Keep telling him how cute you find his teeth and he himself might grow to appreciate them a bit more as well

[classickook]

paper hearts (part nine): cross that line

pairing: stephen strange x widow!reader

summary: you and stephen finally admit your feelings for each other!

warnings: mentions of ptsd and forced sterilization, swearing, kissing, domestic fluff

word count: 7.6k (i'm so sorry omg)

a/n: a million apologies that this took forever to post but i hope it's worth the wait ! i'm really happy with how it turned out so please share your thoughts! also, huge thank you to @singhfae for discussing some ideas with me, i appreciate you <3

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can i come see you?

please.

your last text glared up at you from the screen and you groaned lightly before tossing your phone to the other side of the bed. were you being totally ridiculous? missing him like this? asking for him to come visit after less than a week of being apart? technically, he had been the one to suggest such a thing, but you texted first! what did that say about you? did you appear too desperate? lonely? would he see you as nothing but a childish girl pining away in her bedroom without him? 

you shook your head to clear the incessant thoughts swirling around and tugging you in different directions. he hadn’t judged you for anything thus far, so why would he now? he had been honest with you regarding his feelings and affection for you, and it was about time you did the same. what was so wrong about that?

with another groan, you sat up in bed and bowed your head in defeat. what a mess you were. 

just then, the room glowed with the familiar sizzling sparks of a portal, and before you knew it, stephen had stepped into your bedroom from across the city in a matter of a few moments all while you underwent an absurdly frustrating spout of internal turmoil.

“no need to cry over me, sweetheart. i’m only a portal away.” the snide remark warmed you immediately, his infectious sense of humor and husky voice that you missed more than you cared to admit felt like the calming presence after a storm.

you sat up straighter and pushed your shoulders back as you eyed him from across the room. “who said i was crying? you practically jumped at the opportunity to come see me. i didn’t even have to suggest it.”

his lips turned up into that damn smirk that drove you crazy, bordered by the dark goatee that appeared just as neatly trimmed as the last time you saw him. likewise, his salt and pepper hair was slicked back aside from the loose strand that always curled across his forehead. the familiar red cloak and blue robes that he usually wore were absent, replaced by sweatpants and a light blue hoodie with the inscription ‘columbia university’ on the front in white lettering. he looked humorously casual, practically the polar opposite in appearance compared to the sorcerer apparel he donned himself in every day.

fuck, how could you have missed him this much? it felt like ages had gone by. how had that happened? you had stayed away from the sorcerer for far longer than this, what had gotten into you all of a sudden?

“the invitation was implied,” he continued, taking another step further into your bedroom, eyeing the organized shelving and spotless desk on the other side of the wall, crisp sheets folded over to where you were currently seated and pillows stacked to the side. you suddenly noticed how your room here seemed far less homey, almost vacant compared to the one you now thought of as home back at the sanctum. it was too clean, too empty without the fairy lights and colorful knickknacks with which america had helped decorate your other room. you supposed you missed that too—the sanctum, that is. america too, of course, and wong. 

“did you fall asleep on me over there? is my mere presence boring you that much?”

your head swiveled up to stephen, not even realizing that you had completely spaced out while thinking about your home away from home; although, now that you truly thought about it, the life you had built at the sanctum held all the features of a typical home that you had been without for so long, and you ached to return earlier than you had initially planned.

you faked a yawn, dramatically vocalizing your ‘exhaustion’ to him. “sorry, doc. i forgot how dreadfully dull your voice is. i’ll have to get used to that again.”

he huffed in mock indignation. “i can’t believe i came all this way just for you to criticize me. maybe i should head back since i’m clearly not very welcome here…”

kicking your legs off the side of the bed, you jumped up and crossed the room to stand in front of him. “not so fast, old man,” you said with a quick shove against his shoulder and he smiled down at you, cerulean eyes crinkling at the corners in the way that you loved—

loved?

you cleared your throat before continuing your routine teasing, having so much to catch up on after days away from him. “what has the great doctor stephen strange been up to without me? can’t imagine how boring things must have been.”

“it has been quite boring,” he replied bluntly, before adding a gentle, “i missed you, too, by the way.”

you blinked up at him owlishly, suddenly feeling a bit breathless at his close proximity. stepping back, you forced a self-satisfied smirk onto your lips. “glad to know my absence was noticed.”

“the sanctum doesn’t feel the same without you,” he said carefully, softly. “it’s much too quiet without your constant ridiculing”–you faked a dramatic gasp at that to which he responded with a boyish grin—“and i had no one to help me with the cooking. you should see the sorry state that the kitchen is in. wong nearly kicked me out.”

you shook your head and tsked, “oh, doc. how have you managed this long without me?”

his grin dimmed slightly. “i have no idea.” 

you had a feeling there was an underlying meaning hidden somewhere beneath those words.

the room suddenly felt stifling, much too warm, and you quickly glanced away before you said something that might just ruin what the two of you had going. 

“i almost forgot,” he added after a pause, pulling your attention back to him as he pulled something out from beneath his robes. it was a parcel, small and neatly wrapped in shiny paper. he handed it to you and you noticed the faint tremor to his scarred hands. you took the package gratefully, albeit quite confused, and your forehead scrunched as you surveyed the wrapped object. 

“what’s this for?”

“today’s your birthday,” he responded quietly. “happy birthday, y/n.”

you blinked in stunned silence as you swallowed passed the growing lump forming in your throat. he knew it was your birthday? you had almost forgotten if not for the small celebration that your fellow avengers had thrown together for you. a new set of knives from bucky, a pair of combat boots from yelena, and a stupid joke of a gift from sam who just so happened to surprise you with a cookbook. the others knew how much of a disaster you were in the kitchen, but little did they know that you had turned into quite the chef thanks to stephen.

“how did you know it was my birthday?” you questioned, schooling your features and forcing some amount of strength into your voice to hide just how fragile you felt in that moment. 

“turns out there’s quite a lot you can find out about the avengers on the internet.”

your lips quirked up at the corners. “did you google me, doc?” to which he responded with a sheepish “perhaps.”

you laughed loudly at that. “i can’t believe you,” you said with a halfhearted shove to his chest, allowing your hand to linger for just a moment longer than was probably necessary. 

“we’ll celebrate together when you come home.”

“oh no, it’s okay, you don’t have to do anything—”

“i want to,” he interrupted, “and america has a surprise for you as well.”

you bit your lip and acquiesced with a small nod. “all right.” your gaze then drifted back down to the gift and you teased at the wrapping paper with your index finger. “so what’s inside?”

“open it and see.”

peeling back the paper, you found a simple leather box beneath that revealed a tiny, delicate heart-shaped locket on a thin gold chain that winked up at you. “what—” you glanced up at stephen who had been watching you closely the entire time, gauging your reaction with a hint of trepidation in his expression. “what is this?”

“it’s a necklace,” he stated obviously, though his voice was quiet, almost hesitant. you noticed the tense pull of his shoulders as he stood before you, clearly nervous as you processed your reaction to the gift. you definitely weren’t expecting something so heartfelt or genuine, it was intimate, in a way, something that a real couple would do; exchange gifts, that is. it was as if stephen was giving you the very heart beating within his chest, hoping that you would take care of it for him.

it was simple and small enough that it wouldn’t get in the way during training or missions, and you appreciated that detail he had put in with extra care and thought. you peered at the necklace with a sharper eye, noticing a sort of glow coming from the locket. you clicked it open to see an opalescent orb that was just faintly noticeable in the center. you glanced back up at stephen again, silently asking for clarification.

“i placed an enchantment inside,” he answered smoothly. “it will allow you to see the truth in any situation and navigate through secrets and lies. thought it might help with the whole spy-sorcerer-thing. might enhance your abilities in various situations,” he added as a faint blush rose in his cheeks. “and it’s simple enough to not raise any suspicions so it’ll blend in without a problem.” 

you bit back a smile at the way he was rambling as if rushing to explain the thought behind his gift. he really put so much effort into this and you wondered how long he had been planning it. you pressed your thumb against the cool metal of the locket, feeling a sort of thrumming energy behind it that must have been coming from the enchantment inside. the more you thought about it, the more you realized how much of an advantage this little gift would be giving you. 

“thank you, doc,” you said, pouring sincere gratitude into your tone as your eyes flitted back up to meet his. “this is great, really. i love it.”

stephen flashed a smile back at you, almost boyish in the way that it pulled at his cheeks and he appeared somewhat flushed as the two of you locked eyes. he was so sweet in that moment, and so unlike the usual stoic and sarcastic sorcerer he appeared to be around others. maybe this was his way of opening up to someone after such a long time, of offering a piece of himself to you of all people. you felt emotional all of a sudden and cleared your throat in an attempt to maintain your composure in front of him. 

“would you help me put it on?”

he nodded as he removed the necklace from its box and stepped around you, shoulder gently brushing against yours as he passed. a quiet incantation of a spell you had heard him say before met your ears in a low whisper; it was the one he had used to steady his hands all those months ago to stitch up your arm. 

stephen’s fingers were warm against your skin as he shifted your hair out of the way, now loose from its usual braid due to the late hour, and settled the locket around your neck to rest just below the space between your collarbones. you could feel his breath against your nape as he stood behind you, trailing his fingers across your skin in a barely-there touch as he clasped the golden chain at the back. a hot flush crept up your neck and you hoped he couldn’t hear the catch in your lungs as you released a shaky exhale. 

“there,” he murmured before taking a step back and returning to his original position in front of you, cerulean gaze flitting down to the locket resting comfortably against your skin. you could barely feel it now, it was as if it had always been there.

“thanks.”

he smiled warmly at you, lips turned upwards in genuine gladness. “i guess i should probably let you rest now, it’s late.”

“okay.”

“i’ll see you back at the sanctum soon?”

you nodded, then suddenly paused as your eyes dropped to his wrist where the sleeve of his hoodie slipped down as it raised to open a portal, remembering something that had been niggling in the back of your mind but you hadn’t quite built up the courage to ask until now. perhaps you felt a bit closer to stephen now after the events of that evening. “hey, doc?”

“hmm?”

“i’ve been meaning to ask… what happened to your watch?”

“i threw it out.”

you balked at him. “but… i thought—”

“it doesn’t serve a purpose for me anymore,” he replied simply, offering you a small smile, then, “goodnight, y/n.”

“goodnight, doc,” you whispered as a portal once again materialized in your bedroom, silently watching as stephen stepped toward it and disappeared on the other side, wishing you could follow him.

you returned to the sanctum a few days later, opening a portal inside your bedroom to drop off your bags before announcing your presence to stephen and america. 

as you placed some items back in their usual homes, you noticed something resting on top of your bed. upon further inspection, it appeared to be a medium-sized box messily wrapped in colorful tissue paper with a small card taped to the front. you smiled to yourself, realizing that this must have been america’s gift that stephen had mentioned to you back at the compound. you reached for the card, loving the little heart that america drew beside your name on the front, and read the message inside.

happy birthday, y/n!

today marks the first birthday we’re celebrating together so i hope it meets your expectations!!! i’m so happy to have you in my life and i don’t where i would be without you, or what would have happened if you hadn’t saved me and included me as part of your family. i feel so lucky to know you, and i’m glad i fell into your and stephen’s universe. anyway, i thought a camera would be a good gift for you so you can create some lasting memories with us here! 

love, america 

p.s. stephen helped me pick it out but don’t tell him i said that, it was supposed to be a secret ;)

you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you peeled back the paper, revealing the image of a very nice-looking digital camera, just as her card had indicated. your vision blurred at the heartwarming message and thoughtful present. america really put a lot of consideration into choosing the perfect gift for you, something that she thought would benefit you and truly brighten your day. you had never received a gift like that before, and you didn’t know how to feel. it was like your emotions were on overload and you needed to compose yourself before going downstairs to the others. wiping your eyes on the sleeve of your shirt, you carefully moved the camera box from your bed to your dresser where you would later find a permanent home for it. you couldn’t wait to start capturing all the special moments of your new life and hang them up in your bedroom; the walls did seem pretty bare and needed a bit more personalization anyway. 

blowing out a breath, you studied your appearance in the mirror hanging on your wall—loving how the heart-shaped locket resting between your collarbones winked at you from your reflection—before stepping out the door and down the massive staircase. you were about to round the corner into the kitchen when you heard the familiar voices of stephen and america, and it sounded like they were talking about you.

“what do i say?” came stephen’s voice.

“how you feel,” america snarked back like it was obvious. “duh.”

“that’s very helpful, kid. thanks.”

you snorted at that. their little father-daughter banter was awfully adorable, and it made you happy to see them so comfortable with each other now. 

“i don’t know!” america continued. “you’re the adult here. tell her that you love her.”

stephen sighed. “i did that already and she didn’t believe me. if i take it any further, i might just end up scaring her off for good.” he let out a humorless laugh. “why am i even telling you this? 

please don’t repeat what i said back to her. i’m only going to make a bigger mess of things.”

“hey,” america said gently, tone light and comforting in a way you hadn’t heard before. “it’ll be okay. things will work out for you two, i promise.”

“i’m not so sure about that anymore, kid… she probably doesn’t even want to be with an old man like me.”

“stephen…”

you anxiously chewed at your bottom lip as america attempted to console him. you hadn’t realized that this had been eating away at him and upsetting him so much. hearing the genuine vulnerability—and insecurity, even—in his tone from a powerful man such as himself, because of you, felt like a shock to your system. a cocktail of dread, built, and worry soured in the pit of your stomach at this new revelation, festering there until you felt like you might be sick, all this time, stephen had been so concerned that he might scare you off and push you away from him with no more second changes that he was rambling like a lovesick teenager. 

he really does love you, you thought. stop being such an idiot and tell him how you feel! 

you were about to take a step around the corner to make your presence know when a familiar outline of red fabric suddenly peeked at you from the other side of the wall. 

“hasn’t anyone ever told you that eavesdropping is rude, sweetheart?” 

shit.

“thanks for ratting me out!” you whisper-shouted to the cloak. “i thought we were friends.”

the sentient fabric responded with a little twirl as if pleased by its little tattling stunt before floating back to rest on its owner’s shoulders. upon rounding the corner, you found stephen smirking at you with a grinning america beside him; you wondered if her cheeks hurt. 

“kinda part of the job, doc,” you replied smoothly, hoping your joke would mask your embarrassment at having been caught, by a piece of fabric, no less. 

“heard all that, did you?”

“you want me to be honest?”

“always.”

“…yeah. i’m sorry, i was on my way to the kitchen and i heard you say my name so i just… sorry.”

“it’s all right, i’m not mad. if anything, you should be mad at me.”

“you? why?“

stephen eyed america where she still stood next to him, the teen’s gaze flitting back and forth between the two of you as if she were watching a tennis match. “do you mind giving us a moment?”

“oh, sure,” she agreed innocently and moved to take a step out of the kitchen but you stopped her before she disappeared.

“wait.” you met her in the doorway and leaned down to pull her into a hug. “thank you for my present. i love it.”

she returned your embrace tenfold, squeezing your waist tightly and rocking the two of you back and forth. “you’re welcome, y/n. happy birthday.”

you pulled back and ruffled her hair a bit, shooting her a quick wink once you had finished.

“meet me in the sitting room when you’re done?” america asked.

“sure thing, kiddo.” you watched her leave the room and close the door behind her before turning to face stephen, feeling nervous for what he was planning on saying to you. “so…?” 

“i’m ruined,” he said suddenly.

you eyebrows furrowed. “ruined? what are you talking about?”

“these hands,” he said, looking down at the marred skin with a disgusted frown pulling at his lips. “they’re hideous and can’t do damn near anything they used to. i have to use a spell at every moment of the day just to keep them steady.” he turned to face you fully and your heart nearly cracked at how desolate he appeared, he just looked so… sad, broken, alone. “you could do so much better than me. there’s probably someone much better suited for you and far younger… i’ve just been wasting your time, haven’t i? trying to force my feelings onto you and pushing you away in the process.”

“hey,” you said, reaching for his hands to stop his self-deprecating ramble. “don’t say those things. i, for one, love your hands,” you admitted honestly, watching in silent amusement as his eyes widened, “always have. i just never told you—i haven’t told you a lot of things, actually. but, if you must know, i don’t want anyone other than you. i like spending time with you, and i feel safe here, which is definitely a first. you make me happy and like i can completely relax and let down my guard here—i’ve never experienced that before. you’ve opened so many doors for me and shared little pockets of joy and things i’ve missed out on. i can’t thank you enough for that.”

you could’ve sworn his bottom lip trembled slightly beneath his goatee but didn’t mention it. 

“and by the way,” you said with a small smile, squeezing his hand lightly, “you’re not even that old, doc. but i guess i have a thing for more mature guys.”

“not that old, huh?” he asked amusedly. “you wound me, sweetheart.”

you snorted. “your ego can stand to be knocked down a peg or two.”

he barked out a laugh and then gently flicked your chin. “you’re a real brat, you know that?”

“maybe… you like it though, don’t you?” you asked smugly. 

“i do.”

“thought so,” you replied and then parted ways so you could meet america in the sitting room, as promised.

upon entering, you were surprised to see countless pillows and blankets set up around a large television screen, fairy lights similar to the ones in your room decorated the exterior with a warm glow. trays of food were spread out along the coffee table: fruit plates, pretzels and cheese, as well as mini cupcakes with swirled frosting. 

“what’s all of this?” you asked as your eyes took in everything that america had set up for you.

“it’s your birthday celebration!” she announced happily. “i thought we could hang out in here until dinner, maybe paint our nails and watch some movies together.” she pointed to a small stack of dvds on the floor. “stephen had a few lying around. he said these are classics and that we definitely need to watch them! what do you think?”

you bit the inside of your cheek as tears threatened to spill over. you had certainly done enough crying lately, even though these were the happy kind, you didn’t want america to question you or worry; however, a watery smile curled its way onto your lips and you beckoned the teen over for another hug. “this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,” you whispered against her hair. “thank you, america.”

two movies later, you and america had both finished painting your nails, of which neither of you had ever done before, so it was certainly an interesting experience, and all of the snack plates had been wiped clean.

as the two of you giggled to each other about a particular scene from your recent movie, the smooth velvet of stephen’s voice sounded from the kitchen and you turned to see him leaning against the doorframe, arms loosely crossed with an endearing smile pulling at his mouth. “what would you girls like for dinner tonight?”

you returned his smile as america voiced her opinion, and you blindly agreed with whatever she chose as your gaze remained focused on the sorcerer across the room. 

all your life, you had been lost, floating through life without a home or family, but now… you were lucky to say that you had two. 

a child was running toward you, at least trying to, as her chubby little legs stumlbed over the wooden floor in hesitant steps. she was a firecracker just like you, as stephen always said, eager to learn and prove herself, even at such a young age. you smiled at your husband from where he followed closely behind your daughter, both index fingers held tightly in her little fists as he guided her over to you.

“that’s it, baby. come to mommy,” you encouraged, feeling tears well in your eyes at seeing your daughter taking her first steps, a giddy smile pulling at her rosy cheeks as she babbled incoherently.

she giggled proudly with each unsteady step as you coaxed her forward, kneeling on the floor with open arms until she was barely two feet away. as stephen released her, still within arms’ length, your daughter stumbled slightly and nearly lost her footing when the flash of red fabric from stephen’s cloak intercepted before she fell. it scooped her up and floated the young child over to you, and joyous laughter bubbled past her soft pink lips at the action.

“good job, baby. you okay?” you asked your daughter as the sentient fabric laid her gently in your arms. “ mommy and daddy are so proud of you.”

stephen joined you on the floor, a watery smile pulling at his lips beneath his beard, and the two of you enclosed your daughter in a hug. he leaned over her where she clutched her little fists into the fabric of your shirt, and kissed you softly. “i love you,” he whispered.

“i love you, too—” 

the warm atmosphere of your home abruptly morphed into the recognizable malevolence of the red room. you were tied down to a cold metal slab, restraints tight against your ankles and wrists, as a faceless individual pushed you down the hallway. fluorescent lights burned your vision as you were moved further inside, quickly approaching the daunting double doors that leered at you up ahead. dread soured in your stomach at what you knew was waiting for you.

your limbs struggled against the restraints, thrashing and screaming to be released, but no words came out. your vision went dark and then pain flooded your veins, agonizing, vicious pain that you couldn’t escape. 

“let me go! please let me go,” you sobbed, cheeks drenched with tears and throat aching as if razor blades had nicked you with each swallow.

“wake up, sweetheart. come on, open your eyes.” a familiar voice echoed within the cold and unforgiving cage of your nightmare, coaxing you back to the real world and away from the clutches of your hellish past.

“there you are,” stephen whispered into the quiet of your bedroom at the sanctum. the twinkling fairy lights along the windowsill and the new camera sitting atop one of your shelves welcomed you back, comforting you with their familiarity. the man in front of you brushed away strands of hair that had fallen into your face, sweat peppering your forehead. “you okay?” stephen asked. 

you nodded.

“do you want to talk about it?”

this time, you shook your head and remained silent, still shaken from the dream. 

“okay,” he whispered, running a gentle hand over your hair. “do you want me to leave?”

your watery eyes lifted up to his, glittering a pale blue in the moonlight shining through the window. “no,” you croaked, “please stay?”

“of course,” he responded without hesitation.

stephen reached for the covers and folded them aside to crawl in next to you where you had scooted over to leave space for his larger form. he offered his arm out to you and you immediately leaned into him, allowing him to wrap you in his embrace, feeling far warmer and safer than you had in a long time. it felt nice to have someone to lean on, to wake you from your constant nightmares and dreaded memories, to hold you as your demons ghosted through your mind at random moments of the day. 

he held you close, cradling you in his arms and resting his chin atop the crown of your head. footsteps approached and a gentle voice sounded from the doorway. “is she okay?” america asked worriedly. 

“yeah, kid,” stephen replied, the quiet rasp of his voice brushing passed your ear and soothing you further. “she’ll be okay. you can go back to sleep.”

your arms tightened around his waist as dread settled in your stomach at having woken not only stephen, but america too. “i’m sorry,” you mumbled into his neck and felt your bottom lip wobble pathetically.

“hey,” he scolded gently, tightening his hold on you as well, “do not apologize for this. i’m glad it woke me. you shouldn’t have to deal with this alone, sweetheart.”

the tears continued to trail down your cheeks in quicker succession at his sincerity. you didn’t deserve stephen strange in your life, but fuck, were you lucky to have him.  

as the remaining fragments of your nightmare dissipated, stephen silently held you in his lap and cradled you until your crying subsided and your breathing returned to normal. you swallowed passed the lump in your throat and voiced the main terror of your nightmare aloud. 

“i can’t have children.” you felt stephen stiffen beneath you and you were sure his eyes were on you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him now, instead, keeping your head resting comfortably in the crook of his neck. “which is fine, i suppose,” you continued, “but i would’ve liked to make that decision for myself.

“part of the graduation ceremony is forced sterilization,” you explained, voice quiet now, almost inaudible. “makes for better assassins that way. no attachments or obstacles to hold you back. who would’ve thought being a mother was so frowned up?” you had accepted your fate by now, but sometimes the reminder that you could never have children crept up on you from time to time, just to torture you that much more. 

a scarred hand appeared in your line of vision and then stephen ran a thumb along the tear tracks on your cheeks, offering that small amount of comfort that meant so much to you. his jaw was clenched while his eyes appeared glossy as if he could see into your past and the way it still held you in a chokehold, even now, you were still unable to shake free from its clutches no matter how hard you tried; it was like stephen really saw you. “i’m sorry that choice was stolen from you. i’m sorry for so many things,” he said, meeting your gaze fully as his hands trailed down your arms to gently play with your fingers. “and i disagree; you would make a wonderful mother. i see how you are with america and you’re so good with her. any child would be lucky to have you to look up to.”

you smiled sadly. he said just what you needed to hear, what you’ve been wanting to hear for years—from anyone—just someone to show sympathy for the things you had gone through. “thanks, stephen.”

a slow smile stretched across his lips. “you called me stephen.” 

you scoffed softly, “don’t get used to it,” and shifted slightly to rest your head on his shoulder. 

“you wouldn’t want me...” you continued quietly, heart heavy in your chest as you voiced your biggest insecurity to him.

“how do you know what i want?”

“i’ve done terrible things, stephen. i can’t… sometimes the memories and the guilt get so bad, i can’t even get out of bed in the morning. i just feel so weighed down by my actions and my mistakes, like it’s going to drown me, and all the lives i took—” your voice broke off as tears clogged your throat, and you hated how weak and vulnerable you sounded. “what if i’m not worth all this? don’t deserve this life? you should be with someone who is actually good for you and who can… can give you children. i can’t—”

“hey, stop that,” he admonished gently, wiping away more tears that had spilled over. he cradled your jaw, caressing the apple of your cheek with his thumb as he continued, “don’t say things like that. you were forced into that position, you didn’t have a choice. you were separated from your parents at a young age, had your childhood stripped from you—you wouldn’t have done those things otherwise, and i know you, y/n. you’re strong and resilient and irritatingly stubborn sometimes, but you’re also the sweetest and funniest person i’ve ever met. i swear i’ve never laughed as much as i have with you. you make my life better, so don’t say for a moment that you don’t deserve to be happy or enjoy this new life. you’ve been on your own and taking care of yourself practically your entire life,” he continued softly. “i can’t imagine how terrified or confused or lost you must have felt all that time. so let me in, sweetheart.” there was that pet name again. god, it almost broke your heart how softly and reverently he spoke to you. “let me take care of you. you’re not alone anymore. i want you and your past, present, future—all of it. nothing about you is imperfect to me. i want your mornings and your nights. i want you on your best days and your worst. i want you to trust me and to come to me for anything. i want you by my side and in my bed. i want you in ways that nobody else has had you before. i want you, y/n. all of you.”

“stephen,” you croaked, and you could feel your bottom lip wobbling pathetically. 

he smiled kindly, a noticeable twinkle in his eyes as he gazed at you. “we’re okay, sweetheart. don’t give up on me, because i’m never giving up on you, okay?”

you tilted your chin in understanding, then allowed him to pull you back into his chest as he settled against the pillows.

“sleep now,” he whispered. “i promise i’ll be right here.”

with that, you felt tired again and noticed that the residual effects of your nightmare were completely gone, now replaced by comfort and warmth as sleep encased you in its pillowy embrace.

you awoke the following morning to an empty bed, however, a small piece of paper had been left behind where stephen had last been seen.

rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you reached for it and smiled at the familiar scrawl of stephen’s handwriting.

meet us downstairs once you’re up. –S

you went about your typical morning routing, washing your face and brushing your teeth, tying your hair back in another intricate braid and getting dressed in casual clothes for now until training would commence at kamar-taj in the afternoon. just before stepping out the door, your gaze flickered to the mirror and you adjusted the front strands of hair that fell in front of your face, blowing out an excited yet nervous breath as you exited your bedroom.

the scent of freshly-brewed coffee that you had missed in your time away invaded your senses as you entered the kitchen, finding the table filled with cut fruit, stacks of pancakes, a jug of orange juice and cups of steaming coffee.

you took a seat in your usual chair, smiling up at stephen as handed you a cup, offering a quick wink before sitting down as well, with america already eagerly awaiting breakfast on your other side.

taking a sip of the dark liquid, you groaned in satisfaction as the familiar taste of stephen’s coffee, made just the way you liked it, coated your tongue. “the coffee didn’t taste the same over at the compound,” you stated as you gazed longingly into your mug, happy to drink as much of it as you wanted again.

“so you’re saying you missed my coffee-making skills, but not me?” stephen asked amusedly.

you shot him a teasing grin. “i didn’t say that.”

“hmm.”

once breakfast came to an end, you and stephen moved out to the library to continue your lessons as america had offered to clean up the kitchen, stating that she would be practicing some new spells she had learned that would help speed up the process. you weren’t entirely sure how that would play out, but stephen seemed confident in her abilities so you trusted it, happy to see her growing and learning more with each day.

before you knew it, hours had flown by while in the library with even more books staring up at you, one draining spell to remember right after another. some were easier than others and you had kept a list of particularly difficult ones that you needed to brush up on.

stephen had been continuously helping you with various spells, acting as a mentor of sorts with tips and tricks that had helped him in his own study of the mystic arts. he was so fucking smart, it never ceased to amaze you. stephen was always so patient with you, keeping you company and bringing copious cups of coffee—“not too many though,” the good doctor had warned—and snacks for you as you continued to read and pour over endless pages. 

“you know,” he started carefully, pulling your focus away from the spell book you were currently pouring over, “it’s so hard to sit here and be close to you and not kiss you.”

you chewed at your bottom lip as you worked up the courage to voice what was on your mind and had been for quite some time that you continued to brush aside, but you figured you had denied your feelings for the man long enough; you just wanted to fall into him completely, let him in like he had finally done for you. you trusted him, and god, did you love him. that level of vulnerability with another person scared you, but you wanted it more than anything. “you can kiss me,” you said softly. 

his eyes widened slightly before he flicked his finger and then your chair was sliding across the floor before planting itself next to his. he wrapped his hand around the seat of your chair to pull you even closer until you could see the flecks of green in his eyes. 

he raised a shaky hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers trailing down your cheek to cup your jaw. “you’re so pretty,” he whispered. “so perfect.”

“so are you,” you said shyly, feeling your cheeks heat at his close proximity and the way he was looking at you, eyes deeper and darker than you had ever seen them as they flitted down to focus on your mouth. 

stephen breathed out a laugh at the unexpected compliment from you, affection for you pouring off of him in waves. “not even close,” he retorted. “how did the multiverse come up with someone like you?” he thumbed at the plush of your bottom lip and watched in silent awe as you nipped at it gently, a satisfied grin spreading across your face at his expression. 

his scarred hands cupped your cheeks and then his lips descended on yours, the scruff of his goatee scratching you lightly as his fingers held you steady. soft lips molded around yours, each kiss becoming firmer than the last, the warmth of his mouth opening up to you as his tongue coaxed the seam of your lips so he could taste you. 

your hands instinctively lifted up to clasp around his wrists as you opened yourself up to him, kissing him and falling deeper into this pit he created in your heart. the fingers linked around his wrists felt his pulse thrumming in his veins, similar to your own heartbeat that was pounding fast enough to jump from beneath the confines of your ribs. 

you kissed him and kissed him and kissed him until your lips felt swollen and bruised, but it was all so worth it. truly, you never would have thought this moment would come and your senses were becoming overwhelmed with all things him. you pulled back a fraction in an attempt to catch your breath, and his lips lingered on yours as you moved back as if chasing the feeling of your mouth against his. a flash of hurt fell over his features as if he was afraid you would push him away, yell at him, or storm off and leave him again. his hands were still cupping your cheeks, thumbs pressed against your jaw and holding you so carefully, but his touch felt like it was practically burning you now.

your eyes danced over his features, the flush in his cheeks, the wild glint in his blue eyes—appearing brighter than they were moments prior—he was beautiful and so in love with you, you understood it now. you could feel his adoration pour out in waves as he looked at you, the fleeting touches here and there, the way he kissed you now. you believed him. 

a smile pulled at your lips, sheepish but so, so happy. 

“what?” he asked softly, slightly breathless from your kisses. 

you shook your head, words escaping you now, and grasped his cheeks to bring him in for another kiss, more eager than the first but still ardent and passionate. his mouth slotted against yours like two pieces of a puzzle and his tongue licked passed the seam of your lips again to devour your mouth more thoroughly. you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring yourself infinitesimally closer until you were practically straddling his lap, and his large hands dropped to paw at your hips. a faint moan crept up your throat and bubbled passed your lips, mixing with his matching groans, deep and heavy against your chest where the two of you were connected. 

it felt like hours had passed, though it must have been only a few minutes, until the two of you parted, allowing each other to catch your breaths and give your swollen lips a break.

“was your first kiss?” stephen asked gently. 

you winced. “was it that obvious? 

he shook his head quickly. “god, no! definitely not.”

“would it be super embarrassing if i said that it was?”

his eyes softened as he tenderly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “of course not, sweetheart.”

“i don’t come by love very often,” you admitted, smiling back at him nervously, “so this is all very new for me.”

“so you’ve never…”

“been with anyone? nope,” you said, popping the ‘p,’ suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious about where the topic of conversation was headed. “never really had the time or opportunity for a relationship of any kind.”

he swallowed audibly as if a weight had been placed on his shoulders by the revelation, knowing that he would be your first everything. “well,” he started, “i hope to be your first and your last. i know i made a complete ass of myself and i royally fucked up in the beginning”—you laughed at that—“but i promise to do it right this time.”

“i just don’t want you to grow tired of me,” you confessed quietly. 

stephen’s brows pinched together. “why would you think that?”

silence.

“y/n,” his voice turned serious, “why do you think i would grow tired of you?”

you shrugged as your gaze dropped to stare at his chest, unable to meet his eyes now. “i don’t know… what if i’m not what you thought i would be? what if your feelings change and you find someone better?”

he shook his head emphatically as each word passed your lips. “hey, no. none of that.” he reached around to clasp your hands in his and brought them up to his dusty pink mouth, laying soft kisses to your fingers and knuckles, eyes never leaving yours. “i’m never letting you go, you understand me? you’re my whole universe and i’ll love you for infinity. so don’t assume that i’ll grow tired of you, because i can assure you that i won’t ever.” his breath was warm against your hands where he held them, and it didn’t escape your notice how his lips lingered a bit longer on the ring finger of your left hand. your heart fluttered at the genuine tenderness of his affection for you. 

“i’m still in love with you,” you whispered, feeling your voice crack on the word ‘love’. “even after everything, i’m so hopelessly in love with you, stephen strange.”

this time, his lips drifted to the palms of your hands and you could feel his smile press against your skin. “i love you more, sweetheart.”

suddenly, a faint squeak sounded from the library doors, and the two of you quickly turned to see america looking in with wide eyes, taking in your compromising position where you had been straddling stephen’s lap. a toothy grin spread across her face and then she disappeared, not before you heard an excited, “i knew it!” from the teen.

stephen’s head dropped to your shoulder and an infectious laugh escaped his mouth. “we’re never going to hear the end of that, are we?”

you snickered, “not a chance.” 

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

a piece of cake

© @jamesbrnes

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Something happens at Shuri's birthday party that leads to a heated fight.

word count: 3k words. (fuck, it worth every damn word)

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! angry jealous sex, let's start there. unprotected sex, oral sex (face fucking and ridding), fingering, brief daddy!kink, brief praise!kink, language, cursing, handcuffing, mention of bodily fluids, and probably i'm forgetting something else, i just lost my mind. bucky being the cutest and loving man on earth at the end.

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You had never been so quiet, but you knew that opening your mouth only could cause a storm inside the car, on your way back home. Believing you could have a pinch of luck, Bucky wouldn't notice that something was raving you mad since the moment you watched him letting another woman give him a spoon of cake. Straight to his mouth. You almost choked on your drink, talking to Shuri about how excited she was to celebrate her birthday in New York, when you witnessed the scene hearing their laughs and watching how they dared to touch his metal arm constantly. Your boyfriend was talking with some of his old friends from Wakanda, not even knowing he made friends there. He never said a word about it. Even so, they didn't have the right to flirt with him. Unless he didn't say anything about you.

But Bucky wasn't stupid. Or at least, not like you thought. Gazing you by the corners of his blue eyes, he was conscious that something was going wrong. He licked his upper lip briefly, slowly. He tasted the waters putting a hand on your thigh, which was your favorite gesture while he was driving, deriving with your fingers laced and him placing kisses on the back of your hand. But you didn't move an inch, still staring through the copilot's window with your elbow nailed there and your chin resting on your knuckles.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing”.

Your passive tone and the lie as a response caused him to frown, pulling over the car to focus on you. He turned on his seat and placed a hand behind the headrest of yours.

“Spit it”.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow ironically, looking at him for a second. If he had to ask it was because he wasn't really seeing the dilemma there.

“I'm just tired and I wanna go home, James. That's all”.

James. James. You did it unconsciously, but he didn't take it as an innocent manner of calling him. Unexpressive, the soldier joined the highway driving faster than he used to. You had pissed him off, but it wasn't your problem. He had hurt your feelings with something he didn't give any importance to. The only thing you wanted was to take a shower, put on your comfier pajamas and go to sleep, probably you'd see tomorrow that situation differently than today and you could move on from your insecurities and the jealousy running through your veins.

You arrived at your apartment in record time, keeping the car inside the parking under the building. You removed the seat belt to wear your leather jacket and grab your purse on your feet, stepping out when you were ready. But Bucky stayed inside, just turning off the engine. He didn't have any intention of leaving it, maintaining his hands tightly gripped around the wheel. You ignored him as soon as you couldn't pretend you were just tired anymore. It was the first time something like that happened and you were having a strong desire to throw your guts up.

Three minutes later you were under the warm water with your forehead resting against the cold wall and your eyes closed. Maybe you were overreacting and the rational, mature behavior would be to go to talk with him, tell your boyfriend what made you feel upset. Sighing as you nodded two times, determined to put the cards on the table, you shut off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, fucking hell!” You growled because of the scare of your life when you found Bucky already in your shared room.

He had his back supported on the wall, a leg flexed, and his hands behind himself. No expression on his face, but expecting an explanation from you. You were hoping for something from him too, maybe I don't know what I've done to make you feel like that, can you give me a clue? He just stared at you in silence, drying the pearls of water decorating your body before wearing a pair of black panties and your forgotten pajamas instead of one of his t-shirts impregnated on his scent.

“Com'ere”. Bucky whispered, stretching his flesh hand on air when you were about to go to sleep.

“No”.

Well, that wasn't the proper way to talk like grown adults. You crossed both arms on your chest, standing next to your side of the bed.

“What'd you say?” He squinted incredulous, slowly standing from the wall, pretending you hadn't uttered that word.

“I said no, you fucking punk”.

“The hell d'you think you're talking to, darling?”

“To the cretin who let other women flirt and touch him”. You replied with evident annoyance. “Why don't you go to show them your daddy's skills, uh? Sure I can find someone who respects me in the meantime”.

Suddenly, a grimace you hadn't seen before on him appeared like a thunderbolt. You weren't sure if you just made him feel more furious or if you just broke his heart. But before you could figure it out, Bucky shorted the distance between both in two fast strides and his hands gripped your throat and the back of your neck respectively, pinning you to the closest wall and tossing the lamp on your nightstand to the floor. You complained slightly —with his tongue wildly invading your mouth— because of the strength he used to put you against the wall.

You tried to push him away, to not fall into his charmings, but he made your mind blank when his fingers were firmly nailed in your ass and his body was accommodated between your legs. Your fiery provoked a bulge under his pants so painful that in every rock against your core he wasn't sure if it hurt or if it was some kind of pleasure he couldn't handle. Out of breath, Bucky attacked your neck, digging his teeth in your neck with so much passion that you screamed delighted his full name while pulling his hair. That gesture drove him insane, losing the less sanity he had at that point. With just a push, your boyfriend ripped off your shirt to strip you, in anticipation of your panties suffering the same fate.

Bucky threw you to the mattress on your abdomen, perfectly positioned to what was about to happen. He was so eager, so desperate for showing you what he was feeling that he didn't lose time taking off his clothes, just undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans to pull them down to his ankles along his boxers. You heard him spitting in his hand to use it as lube, although you were sufficiently soaked and ready for your Buck that neither of you needed his saliva. He rammed his dolorous erection into your cunt, crashing his pelvis and pressing it against your ass with all his strength, causing you to drown a loud cry in the sheets.

Tangling his fingers with yours and lacing your arms around your neck, putting all his weight onto your back, Bucky pounded you with an insanely quick rhythm, not giving you any chance to mold your throbbing walls around his length. Your pleased vocals echoed inside your room in total sync with the hits to your g-spot. Your body received with every one of them soft cramps mixed with pain and pleasure, making you roll your eyes and tear your throat.

“'S that wh— what you wanted, uh?” Bucky snarled against the back of your neck, totally gone, not giving you a break or showing any mercy.

“Fuck, no…” You replied, challenging him.

He swallowed a rough moan, wrapping his cold fingers around your throat while using the other to pull back your hair and arch your body. “Don' fucking… lie to me, doll… You wan— wanted your daddy to make you… feel desired over tho— those women”.

And yes, he was right. More or less. But you didn't expect him to react like that. Bucky was rabidly fucking you, moving the bed from its position with every angry thrust into your pussy. You knew you weren't going to last for too long if he continued impaling you against the mattress, just like that. But you both had to recognize that it was the best session of sex of your life.

“You were… fucking mad watch— watching 'em touch my arm… your arm, right?”

You whined at the brutality he used to push his hard cock beyond your limits, holding it there as he tilted your head to crash his lips on yours. Bucky devoured them until they were shiny, swollen, slightly ached because of the bit he left on your bottom one.

“If you don't tell me… the truth… I swear I'm not gonna let you come”. The whisper fell into your ear with such a raspy tone of voice, conscious of him being very capable.

“It was… your fucking fault, James. Not… Not mine”. You grunted, feeling him going a little deeper. “I di— didn't let anybody flirt with me… as if you didn't exist”.

That was the truth, but the wrong answer for him. Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his dick covered in your arousal, freeing you from any grip. A pause that only lasted the time he took to grab the handcuffs from your nightstand to place them in your wrists and secure them around the headboard. Now you were under his total control, defying him by strongly closing your legs and frowning at him, panting and sweating.

“Lemme tell you something”. Your boyfriend said, dangerously crawling over the bed till reaching your knees and forcing them to be separated, wide spread for him. “If you think I was flirting, but you didn't see… how uncomfortable I was… This situation is not my fault”.

The tables were turned as he finished his sentence, settling himself between your legs yet kneeling to raise your ass above his lap. “Not so mouthy now, are you, doll?”

You wanted to speak back, to say something after having a second to reconsider the reason why you were so angrier at him when Bucky pushed you down and rammed his dick back to the place it belonged. You forced unconsciously your hands gripped, wanting to put them on him —wherever—. As soon as he handcuffed you, your desire for touching him used to be suffocating. But you were the one who played from the start, instead of telling him how you were feeling about that situation at Shuri's party.

Bucky didn't even let you kiss him, stabilizing you on top with an arm around your waist and his cold hand holding the back of your head. His hips rocked straight to your g-spot once and once, making you lose any kind of control over your body as your boyfriend didn't have any compassion, needing to find relief to his sorrowful erection by cumming inside your clenching walls. You were driving him crazy, maintaining your eye contact at all moments and almost drinking your delighted, obscene crying, aware that only him could cause you to be so dirty.

“Feels good, uh…? You like it?” Your boyfriend brushed your lips with his, depriving you of his kisses or any other touch. “Bec— 'cause you take your daddy... so damn good, baby girl… So tight… so tight you could kill me”.

“Yes, da— daddy”. You whimpered nodding your head. “Only you… can fuck me li— like that… Only you”.

“That's it… that's it, oh, fuck… fuck, doll”.

You saw him roll that pair of beautiful blue eyes to the back of his head, feeling Bucky's thighs tensing under your legs. You didn't want anything else than making him cum, after overthinking about how he felt, and not about what you witnessed. He was right, more or less. He was still being so innocent in those kinds of situations that he used to feel like a scared kid.

You suddenly fell back to reality when the emptiness sensation invaded you. Bucky pulled out his length from you again, causing you to beg in silence for not denying you the orgasm you were about to reach. But he warned you. Bucky asked you to tell him the truth and you chose to challenge him. Letting you sit on the mattress, he flexed a leg to guide his twitching cock to your mouth, not needing to tell you what he wanted you to do. You just parted your lips, receiving him without protesting, curling your fingers when he forced your limits, and positioned both hands on your head. Twirling your tongue around his base as you could, with your cavity completely invaded, Bucky provoked you a strong gag. A gesture that led to his warm seed being spilled down your throat.

“Fuck my life, baby girl!” He couldn't help but howl driven by the pleasure as you coughed and made vibrate his sensitive skin.

Just holding his dick trapped by your lips for a second, he freed your mouth, taking his time to admire you swallowing his cum and showing afterward your tongue. God, you looked so beautiful disheveled, with teary eyes and swollen lips because of the effort.

“Want me to tell you something else?” Bucky asked while cleaning the sweat in his forehead with the back of his arm, taking the small key to liberating you with his free hand.

You didn't reply, not needing to, as he rubbed your wrists to comfort your skin before lying by your side.

“Com'ere”. He whispered, yet trying to recover your breathings. Bucky wrapped you with his flesh arm, rubbing his iron fingers up and down your tense belly, creating a contrast that caused you goosebumps. “'M so sorry for making you feel like that”.

He kissed you. Slowly, passionate, tasting his own juices mixed with your saliva. Caressing your tongue with the tip of his, and no rush. You felt his digits touring down your skin, till finding your throbbing and needed clit. You weren't able to hold back a sweet moan when he circled his fingertip over your sensible pearl, gladly drinking your vocals.

“When I wanted to react… she was putting that damn spoon into my mouth. It felt horrible, doll, I promise”. He murmured, venturing his long cold finger to part your folds and sink it inside you —moaning at the fulfill sensation—. “You always save me from those awkward situations… but you were having fun with Shuri and I didn't want to interrupt you”.

You were feeling like shit, looking at him through your eyelids as he curved a second finger into your cunt and increased the pace of the pounds with his hand made of vibranium. Bucky spread some gentle kisses all around your face, ending with a tender bite to your lips.

“When you told me you wanted to go home, I felt a huge relief… 'Cause that was everything I wanted. Go home with you. Maybe watch a movie… cuddle… fall asleep on the sofa”.

“Oh, God, Bucky”. You wept onto his mouth, as soon as a third finger filled you, nailing his hand in the perfect position to be moved up and down. “I'm so— sorry, Buck… I'm sorry”.

“Fuck, no”. He let out, thrusting you harder, faster, creating a melody of filthy sloppy sounds while your moans were louder and louder. “I should stop 'em, I didn't… I didn't. But I respect you more than anything, doll… I love you with all my heart. I care 'bout you, 'bout your feelings… Can you forgive me? Can you… Can you cum for me?”

You nodded your head running out of words, seeing your boyfriend snaking his body down the bed to between your shaky legs, yet having his fingers knuckles deep inside you. “Keep 'em open for your man”.

The blow to your abused cunt provoked you a lash up to your backbone, landing your hands on his head as Bucky sank his face straight to your center. His digits fucked you savagely, while his tongue took control of your swollen pearl —sucking, licking, kissing, pulling it back—. He wasn't going to deny that pleasure to you, quite the opposite. You pressed unconsciously his face a little closer to your pussy, swinging your hips and riding his mouth when his caresses and his pushes became too much for you.

Bucky made you cum harder than ever, crying his name till you didn't have any strength and you were just a sack of bones under his expert mouth, devouring you and drinking your juices as if it was the elixir of life. And when he was satiated, you glanced at him using the tip of his tongue to trail a path up crossing your abdomen, the gap between your breasts, your throat, until kissing you again getting comfortable on top of you. It was a kiss full of love, and guiltiness, and necessity, and pure devotion for you.

“Did I hurt you with what I said?” You murmured, still enraptured by the fireworks fluttering within your belly.

“This isn't 'bout me”. Bucky clicked his tongue, hiding his face into your sweaty neck. “This is 'bout what I let happen”.

“That doesn't answer my question, Buck… I'm sorry about what I said. I was just… I feel insecure". You confessed stroking his scalp and back with your hands, lacing your legs together. “I didn't mean it. I would never try to… find someone who respects me more than you do. That's impossible. And not talking about how much you love me”.

“I love you with every inch of myself”. He swore, he promised, raising his face to look straight at your eyes. “I can't imagine a life without you”.

“Me either… Your love makes me feel alive”.

Bucky left one last tender kiss on your lips before suddenly standing up and holding you onto his arms to carry you to the bathroom and take a shower together —wash your hair, worship your body again as if it was the last thing he was going to do—.

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HI, I LOVE YOUR STORIES SO MUCH!

Especially with Dad!Zenitsu! I also have a small request if you don't mind! Can I ask for something fluffy with Rengoku?

Like, Rengoku just returned from a mission in the Mugen Train, wounded but alive and Reader just runs around him with medication, bandages, just wanting to help him! And maybe small cute confession? If you don't want to or can't do this, it's alright!YOU ARE WONDERFUL, MWAH

Hi hi Ilumin!! Ahhh you’re so sweet TT I’m so glad to hear that you love my stories, that means so much to me !! Of course you can have this request <3 !! Rengoku means so much to me and this request is what I wish would have happened at the end of the Mugen Train arc T^T but anyway! This is a very sweet request :D as always I’m sorry for any mistakes, I will gladly go back and fix them!! I used fem pronouns for this one but if it’s not to your liking then I will gladly go back and change it 0:! It’s no problem at all :D!! And I’m super sorry for taking a while to get to you TT

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🔥 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛

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Hurriedly she ran to where Rengoku was being taken for his critical injuries to be treated — the butterfly mansion.

She felt no tiredness, neither the burning in her muscles as she ran or the scratches from bushes she cut through to shorten her pathing. Her heavy steps kicked up dirt clouds from the path as she nearly reached the front gate.

Y/n had been out on her own mission away from her usual area around the butterfly mansion as a sort of combat medic where she would treat the injured demon slayers before the kakushi arrived. Bandages and medications were stashed away in her satchel, she was sure he had arrived at the mansion already but she felt that she needed it.

Fearful thoughts raced in her head as she prayed for his safety and that he would be fine by the time she arrived. Tears burned in her eyes as she prayed to any being that he would still be breathing, that it was some sort of sick joke that he was in critical condition.

“Please Kyo, j-just hold on,” she panted out as she reached the gate with tears streaming down her warmed cheeks.

She ran in, as if on cue Tanjiro guiding her to where he was recovering.

Tears rolled down her cheeks in large droplets as she hurriedly approached his beaten form after quickly thanking Tanjiro. Falling to her knees, a sob escaped her lips as she watched his sleeping form. How much pain did he have to endure?

Her hand delicately stroked the yellow hair she adored, as she examined all the bandaged parts of his body. The way his chest would staggardly rise and drop, there was no doubt he was struggling to just breathe.

“K-Kyojuro,” her voice meek and broken as she cried into the bed.

A soft groan filled her ears as she watched him stir, hearing a pained expression and feeling a familiar hand on her head.

“D-Don’t cry N/n, I-I’m fine-e,” his voice weak and low, pain lacing every word he spoke yet there was a gentle smile on his lips.

She continued to cry, shaking her head, “H-How could I n-not cry?!” She sobbed out as her hands gently gripped onto the blanket that covered him.

A pained snicker left him joined by a quiet wince, “Y-You always w-worry too hard, b-but I’ll be f-fine. I a-asked Shinobu i-if she could p-put me under y-your care.”

A light blush tainted her cheeks on top of the blush from her crying, “I tr-trust you’ll t-take care o-of me,” his words resonating in her heart as she vigorously nodded and gently held onto his hand.

“I promise! I promise I’ll get you back and running in no time,” she spoke as she wiped away her tears, a faint smile on her lips.

“That’s my girl,” his voice soft as his eyes fluttered closed and he fell into deep sleep.

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Months passed as she helped him rehabilitate and heal. Every minute of it she loved in the sense that she grew even closer to him, but it always brought her sadness when she would watch him struggle. Yet Y/n admired the way he would push through obstacles and his continue on with his work ethic, hardly did he ever get frustrated with himself as he did his best.

“Good job today, Kyo!” She cheered happily as she brought over his meal and medications, “I’m so proud of the progress you’ve made.”

He smiled brightly at her, now donning an eyepatch on his left eye.

He hummed, “Mm! And it’s all thanks to you! Thank you for the meal,” he almost yelled out as the tray was set on his lap. His voice was endearing and loud as it always was.

She giggled as she heard every ‘umai’ as he ate his meal with a gentle blush on his face.

It made her heart flutter and feel full with love seeing the goofy flame hashira recover at astounding rate.

Just a few months ago, it looked like he would just barely make it and he would become a husk of the man he was. And yet, there he was. The same Kyojuro, as if nothing had happened to him. His smile was still the same, just as bright and charming. His gaze remained the same, despite his eye being hidden by an eyepatch. Everything about him was the same. The determination and devotion to his duty as a demon slayer was admirable yet she wished that he would think of himself every so often.

Recalling an interaction when he took her in for training before sending her off to do her final selection exam, she could hear his loud voice say, “You’ll do great!”

As Y/n remembered that charming smile on his face as she nervously blushed, hesitancy in her gaze as she peered onto the path surrounded by wisteria.

His touch on her shoulders was soft as his smile became gentle, “N/n, you worked so hard to get to where you are. You are as strong as the swordsmen in the upper ranks of the corps, I’ll be waiting for you, okay?”

He gently draped his haori over her shoulders, before patting her head for a final time and encouragingly pushing her onto the path, “You can do it!!”

Y/n blinked her e/c eyes slowly, as she realized…

She was in love with him.

Y/n felt her face warm, realizing she had been staring at him unknowingly before quickly ripping her gaze away from him who was distracted with his meal.

“N/n, are you okay?” He spoke concerned as he reached over to touch her forehead.

She squeaked, “Ah yeah yeah I’m okay! Don’t worry,” her voice sounding panicked but adorable.

He chuckled as he finished his meal, gulping down his medication with tea before carefully setting the tray on the wooden nightstand.

“Kyojuro, could I tell you something?” Her voice soft as she looked down, the blush on her cheeks darkening.

“Mm! Please do,” he looked at her attentively with a soft smile.

“So there’s this person..” her voice trailing.

“Is that so?” He responded curiously.

She nodded, “And I really like him.”

“That’s amazing!” He exchanged with a bright smile, “Who is it? Who is it?” he questioned curiously, “I need to know who to warn to protect you at all costs.”

A furious blush formed on her face as she got close to him before gently flicking his forehead with a soft pout, “It’s you, dummy. Kyo, I-I really like you..No, not just like...I love you! And I’m certain of it.” she looked away from his yellow ringed ruby eyes as her blush became pink, “But I don’t expect you to feel the same,” a saddened smile on her lips, “That day when you lent me your haori, I felt so at peace. Like you were there with me, encouraging me to get through any trial I encountered at the final selection.”

Y/n fiddled with her fingers as she felt her heart nearly burst from embarrassment and worry, “That’s all I wanted to say,” she looked at him with a soft smile as she braced herself for probable rejection.

He looked at her, watching her nervously play with her fingers. Kyojuro laughed, that same hearty laugh that made her heart flutter.

“What makes you think I don’t feel the same,” he spoke lovingly, “I love you too N/n! You’re the reason why I’m still here today. You’re the one that saved me and encouraged me to heal and get better,” he placed his hand over hers, “I realized that I’ve loved you since we met! One night when I had a dream about you!”

He chuckled, “You looked so beautiful in white,” he wiggled his forked eyebrows making her blush return as a dark red.

With a reddened face, she leaned in and gently kissed his cheek. As she was about to pull away, Kyojuro brought her back and kissed her lips lovingly and sweetly.

Fireworks blasted in her as her heart pounded aggressively in her chest as she felt her lips embrace his. Love evident in every crevice of his soft lips as he gently moved along with hers before pulling away, that adorable cheeky smile on his lips as a light pink dusted his cheeks.

“Well I guess that means you’re all mine now,” he spoke proudly with a smile lacing every word, “I love you N/n!” he shouted.

Y/n couldn’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm as she nodded with a gentle smile on her lips, “I love you too, Kyo.”

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[abbatoirablaze]

Sentimental Me, Chapter 5

Word Count:  1.6k

Warnings:  MAJOR TW:  loss of a baby, spousal abuse, being beat/whipped, medical situations, mentions of bruises.

Lee Bodecker wanted to kill his brother-in-law in that moment.

It had felt as though his own heart stopped when his eyes caught Dorothy's own. Her bottom lip began to quiver, and it felt like the world went into slow motion as her eyes glassed over.

But she didn't cry.

She stared at the machine's monitor in disbelief.

"It's gone?"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Briscoe."

She took a few shaky breaths and let go of Lee's hand.

"C-can I have a gown please?"

She sounded like a robot. The nurse rushed out of the room and came back in a few moments later. Lee stood in shock as she undid the buttons on her dress.

"Sheriff you're going to need your camera." she whispered, voice hollow. Lee nodded, taking the few steps to get the camera, “I-I just want this to be done with.”

"Mrs. Briscoe, are you alright to continue with the examination?"

"Get it over with."

Lee returned, watching as she turned towards him, "What do you need pictures of?"

"To start," Dr. Jenson said slowly, "the cuts and bruises on your face, neck, and arms."

Lee nodded, looking at her. Doctor Jenson came back with a hairnet to pull her wet hair away from her face. After taking half a dozen close ups of the bruises and cuts, Dr. Jenson informed her to start lowering her dress. Lee shuddered, seeing that her collarbone was littered with hickeys, prints, and scratches, and her stomach had a few bruises. It almost looked like boot prints. When he took some pictures of the bruising on her thighs, he felt like he was going to be sick.

It reminded him of the times his father had beat the hell out of his momma.

“Now you listen here boy!” Lee’s dad yelled in his face, “you ever see your woman walking around with her head held high, you shove yer boot right on her back.  A woman’s place is on her knees for you, or scrubbing the floors and taking care of the home when she’s not giving you a baby.”

“Daddy I don-“

“I wasn’t asking for no sass,” his daddy yelled, backhanding him in to the wall, “you say yes sir and that’s it.  You understand that?”

“Y-yes sir.”

“Sheriff?”

Lee’s attention shifted from his own personal memories to that of where he was in the hospital, “sorry?”

“We need pictures of her back!”

“Sorry,” he muttered.  He turned his attention back to his sister in law, "Dorothy…can you turn around?"

She complied, and Lee felt himself lowering the camera. He put it down on the medical table as he neared, "are-are those scars?"

Before he could stop himself, his hand was tracing small markings across the top and middle of her back. He felt her small frame flinch under his touch.

“Momma,” Lee whimpered, gently touching his mother’s back, “momma…get up before daddy comes back.”

“Lee…baby, don’t look at mommy,” his mother begged as she turned away from him.  Lee frowned, seeing that her dress was torn at the collar, “I look a mess.”

“Get up momma,” he begged, “please…let me help you.”

“Go get momma another dress, baby,” she asked, pushing herself up from the floor.  Lee nodded, running to the closet to grab his mom a new, unblemished dress.  And when he came back he saw her folding the old one over a chair.  He felt tears welling up in his eyes as he saw scars along her shoulder blades.  When she looked over her shoulder she gasped, “Lee…baby, don’t look at mommy.  Drop my dress on the bed and go check on your little sister.”

"Lee," Dr. Jenson warned. Lee jumped, backing away from Dorothy with a gulp, as he realized he had been touching her, "Mrs. Briscoe?  Why do you have the scars on your back?"

"Sometimes Bobby would whip me with his belts," she admitted softly, looking away from the men, "t-the buckle caught me if I moved too much."

Lee's jaw clenched.  His father would do the same to his mother.  He could remember waking up sometimes in the middle of the night hearing his mother wailing.

"These scars are, for the most part, older," Dr. Jenson commented, looking to Lee. Then he looked back to Dorothy, "and all of these were from your husband?"

"Yes sir."

"Are there any other scars beneath your undergarments?"

She blushed and then looked away.

"I'm sorry," Dr. Jenson said, adjusting his glasses, "it's just that most women who have these kinds of markings, usually-."

"He did not spank me, sir," she said in a low whisper, cutting him off, saving him from saying it, "I uhm...I've been modeling undergarments since I was sixteen, and sometimes a camera is more focused on my uhm...my rear end. So, Bobby never touched me there with his belt."

It was the way that she phrased it, that made the rage grow in Lee's belly.

'He never touched her there, with his belt.'

After Dr. Jenson was sure that there were no more pictures that he needed, he allowed Lee to leave so that he could do a pelvic exam.

"Do you want me to get your sister?" he asked, looking at the woman who had somehow managed to keep her composure. She looked up at him, their eyes finally meeting since she'd received the news of losing her unborn child and he saw the glassiness rise in her delicate irises as she shook her head, "I don't want her to see me like this. C-could you just have her bring the clothes in with a nurse?"

"Yeah, of course," he nodded. He took his leave and made his way to the hall, where his wife sat in the waiting room, chatting with his deputy. As he went up to her, he'd noticed that her lips seemed puffy. Choosing to ignore it, he pulled her into a hug and took a deep breath, "I'm gonna make sure that bastard pays for what he did to your kid sister."

"How bad was it?" she asked, "did she tell you what happened? How did she upset him? Was she cheating? Lying?

While the whisper had the inklings of nervousness, he could tell that it was mainly an act. She was fishing, but he wasn't gonna bite.  It made him even angrier that she automatically assumed that it was something that she did. 

"He's been hittin her for years," he sighed, pulling away from her, "I don't know why...but she's got scars all down her back from that asshole."

She put her hand up to her mouth, a light 'o' forming behind it as she gasped.

He turned his attention to his deputy and handed him the camera and clipboard, "you go on back to the station and file that. Make sure those photos get developed and put into the file. Tonight."

As he reached forward, he saw a fresh hickey right beneath the collar.

Bastard.

His attention turned back to his wife as she cleared her throat, "can I see her?"

"She uh...she wants the nurse to drop the clothes in the room," he replied, trying to break the news to her, "Dave is doing a pelvic exam on her."

"A pelvic exam...why?"

"She lost the baby, Flo," he admitted with a frown. His wife looked like she saw death itself, as she took a few steps back, "you know where she's staying? I want to put a guy on her to make sure this asshole doesn't come after her."

"Sh-she didn't say," she gasped, looking towards the closed door where her sister was, "she really lost her baby?  Oh, lord."

"Yeah," he nodded. Florence fell back into her chair, and Lee reached down to grab the pile of clothes, "What's this?"

"You said to bring clothes that were going to keep her warm," she shrugged, "I don't own any pants Lee...so I brought up a pair of your boxers and tee shirts, and some of your pajama bottoms. And that really cozy sweater of yours."

"You brought men's clothes for your sister to wear," he pointed out, “you really  think that’s gonna make her feel okay?  Flo a man just beat the hell out of her, and she had two men looking over every injury.  Now she’s got the man that told her she lost her baby doing a deep dive down south on her most intimate parts.”

"I wasn't really paying attention to the fact that they were yours," she said defensively, "I jus-"

"It's okay," he sighed, shrugging his shoulders, "she's gonna be swimming in them. I'm a lot bigger than she is, Flo."

"Well, it's not like I can help your size," she growled, turning her attention away from her husband. She looked back to the deputy who still hadn't left, "I'm tired. Can you stay here with Dot, and have Adam drive me home?"

"Go on," he said, gesturing to Adam, "Hey, take my girl home before you hit the station."

"Got it boss."

He watched as she walked out with him, knowing that she probably wouldn't be home by the time that they got out of the hospital. Sighing to himself, he went up to the nurse’s station. "Excuse me, Miss?"

"What can I do ya for, Sheriff?"

"The woman in there with Jenson," he said quickly, putting the clothes on the counter, "can you give her this spare set of clothes. Hers were ruined."

She nodded, taking the clothes from him, and she went around the counter.

"Oh, and miss?"

"Yes sheriff?"

"I'm gonna be driving her home," he replied, "can you just let them know I'll be right here if they need me, or to send her out when she's finished.

"Of course, Sheriff."

"Thank you." 

Chapter 6

Tag list:  @krissy25, @lohnes16, @terrormonster55, @potato-with-hair

[ssplague]

Chapter Two

A rough start we get off too

Series Masterlist

Katsuki B. X Reader

Rated M

⚠️Warnings: SMUT, improper use/depiction of certain kinks, abusive, manipulative, toxic behavior, unreal ideals of sex, use of daddy, ddlg themes, hard Dom, etc.

Let the SMUT commence

The way each pair of lips fit so perfectly together was absolutely enthralling: Passion was raw, ferocity was made so obviously evident from the growl he emitted at each attempt you made at sucking his tounge into your mouth. Only separating to take in a few large gulps of much needed oxygen, before diving back in to repeat the process over again.

“Please….P-Pleaseee…Kat..Suki…I-“ he presses a finger to your lips. That brief period of oxygen deprivation seemed to of induced a delirium of sorts. Assessing your thoughts has become similar to sifting through wet sand; Try as you might, you just can’t seem to comprehend what exactly you’d been attempting to beg him for in the first place. This look of empty headed confusion is also something Bakugou commits to memory, a first glimpse of his dumb little girl. He surveys you with bemused interest, looking as composed as ever.

“Down that bad for me hah? All I did was kiss ya a little and you’re already falling to pieces on me” the finger on your lips slides down to tilt your chin up, while he dips his head down to whisper in your ear. “Cant even imagine what kinda mess you’ll become once I finally split cha open with this big cock, such a stupid little girl”.

You suck in a deep shuddering breath as your legs suddenly give out beneath you, leaving you helplessly sliding down the wall. Bakugou laughs in such a condescending baritone as he effortlessly picks you up and deposits you on his bed. Picking his chair back up, he moves it beside the bed to take a seat in front of you.

“Listen real close to what I’m about to tell ya cause its important, open those fuckin’ ears princess cause if I end up havin’ to constantly keep repeatin’ myself…” he leaves the implicated threat hanging in the air between you two. Swallowing what remains of your now virtually non existent pride: You sit up straight and lean forward slightly, making sure to hold eye contact while he spoke. As the one sided conversation progresses and you inevitably begin to feel the need to either scoff or mouth off, you lightly bite your tounge. When the need to roll your eyes seems irresistible you make sure to blink a few times.

Bakugou and his ego always seem to have a way of destroying any sort of illusion that he is anything other than a self-righteous narcissist. Well, now he’s YOUR self-righteous narcissist…CORRECTION; You cant think like that anymore….from now on he’s….daddy.

The thought accompanies a brief pang in your metaphorical gut, is it regret? Maybe guilt? You aren’t sure.

“-Last ones, your still paying attention right princess?”.

Hearing his question has your eyes immediately snapping back into focus. You take in the handsome (but grumpy) face in front of you, nervously wondering when exactly he’d invaded your personal space.

“Y-Yes daddy, I’m listening to you” you stutter slightly, now noticing he’s actually kneeling on the mattress with you.

“So every day I expect you to do your absolute best” now with each statement he leans further into you, “You’re always going to remember how much daddy cares about you”. He presses a large hand against your chest, forcing your back down against the pillows behind you. “Realize that daddy always knows what’s best for you” both hands now rest on either side of you, effectively caging you in.

“You’ll always know that you can rely on daddy, and will trust him one hundred percent of the time”.

The intensity of his crimson stare has your face burning up, and heart rapidly pounding in your chest. It’s now taking a serious amount of conscious effort to keep your eyes locked with his. “Any questions? Comments?…..concerns?” he puts an emphasis on that last word, wolffish grin firmly in place.

Shaking your head apparently wasn’t a good enough answer because its followed with a stern; “Use your words princess, you either say: Yes daddy or No daddy….understood?”.

“I understand daddy….I’ll follow your rules daddy” you reply, embarrassment evident at having to repeat the unfamiliar word.

“You sure? It’s not like you to have absolutely nothing to say” he’s testing you, you’ll play into it this time.

“Well if you insist…..I do have a question, just one” at this his eyes instantly narrow and you could have sworn you’d seen a few stray sparks emit from his palms.

“Would it be too much to ask daddy if he wouldn’t mind kissing me again?”

🌆

Euphie checks her phone for the eigth time since she’d last texted you over forty-five minutes ago. Why weren’t you responding? Maybe she really had pushed you too far this time….A large hand comes to rest over her much smaller one, at this she finally sets her phone facedown on the table with a sigh.

“She wont stay angry with you forever, her and Bakubro might be having such a good time together that she’s forgotten all about her phone” Kirishima tries his best to reassure with his usual smile. The sudden wide eyed, dead pan stare he gets in return whipes that smile from his now reddening face. He’s realized far too late at what his words seem to of implied.

“I didn’t mean it like that! Really! I promise I didn’t! M’sorry”. Seeing the red head this flustered is so adorable, his companion cant help but giggle.

“I know Eji, dont worry about it”.

Entrusting your care to Bakugou was fine: He cares about you almost as much as she herself does. If she wasn’t certain how genuine the boy’s feelings toward you were, none of this would ever have happened.

Yeah, everything is going to be just fine….You’ll thank her one day.

💥

Bakugou’s crimson gaze is way too intense while roaming over the female laying down on his bed. Having her completely bare, and spread out before him is an accomplishment he shamelessly contragulates himself for. She’s getting self conscious now: Delicate hands come up to cover her chest, and plush thighs press together in an attempt to hide the drooling mess kept between them. It’s all or naught though as her legs are suddenly wrenched apart, and each wrist is now pinned above her head, held in just a single one of his hands.

“Nu-uh princess, no hiding….keep those legs open…wanna see all of you” condescending words only seem to widen his feral grin.

Seeing his cock now freed from its previously strained confinements as its looms above you, standing tall, has your leaky little hole twitching. The smooth inner walls inside repeatedly clenching in anticipation. Bakugou trails a finger from clit to slit as he hums in approval.

“What’s this hah? Such a fuckin’ mess your makin’ down here”

“S-Sorry daddy…I cant help it…Just want you so bad…dont wanna wait any longer…Please dont make me wait more” a soft roll of your hips accompanies your pleading whines. Your continuous begging for his cock has that monster stirring in him again, he has to forcibly push the dark thoughts away before addressing you again.

“If I dont prep you then-“ you interrupt him.

“It’s fine! I can take it, please just take me…” he notices your moment of hesitation before you lock eyes with him while adding “make it hurt”.

You’re just so fucking bold!

Trying to make demands, disguised as requests! Its so cute he cant help but caress your cheek before bestowing upon you the last gentle kiss you’ll get until he’s throughly DESTROYED you for anyone else.

“Dont ever fucking tell me what to do again” he growls before slamming his hips forward.

He’s buried balls deep inside you: Your initial gasp at the sudden intrusion, now morphs into a silent scream that has a you arching up off the mattress.

“Got that you greedy little slut? See what happens?” He taunts through gritted teeth.

Your cunt squeezing and spasming around his cock feels incredible, to the point he has to busy himself with sucking harshly on your neck to keep from releasing desperate whimpers of his own.

“I can take it…please move….m’sorry daddy…please don’ be mad a’me….”

“M’not mad at you baby….s’okay” He manages to reassure you through his clenched jaw. He finally starts to move inside of you, desperately trying so hard to take it easy on you. All precedent falls apart when your legs wrap around his waist, now he’s digging you out.

“Y’okay?” He rasps while continuously ravaging your tight cunt.

“M-mm-more than okay” you stutter.

“Taking my cock so well baby girl….Fucking hell!” His lewd compliment causing your insides to involuntarily clench.

“Deeper! Deeper!” You plead.

Katsuki thought you’d preferred his shallow thrusts, but if you really wanted your guts rearranged he’d be pleased to make it happen. He grabs one of your legs, placing it up on his broad shoulder, while the other remains curled around his hip. Straightening up he smirks down at you, before delivering a harsh slap to your clit. Now beginning to rapidly piston his hips while taunting you: “What did I tell you earlier hah? Answer me dammit!”.

His hot hand comes down on your inner thigh and you cry out: “N-Not supposed t-to tell y-you what to d-do!”. It shouldn’t be possible for you to be squeezing him even tighter, but somehow you do. That can mean only one thing… “Gonna cum aren’t you princess? I can feel ya choking the life outta my cock”.

A pathetic whine accompanies your vigorous head nods and he growls in response: “You.better.fucking.not” a thrust accompanying each word, “Y’dont fuckin’ listen, shouldn’t let ya cum at all with how you keep misbehavin’, better start fuckin’ beggin”.

Horrified at the thought, you fight through the fog permeating your brain and force movement out of your lolling tounge.

“P-please daddy, I’ll b-be good from now on if y-you’ll just let me c-cum! Y-you’re just making me feel so good daddy, no one’s ever made me feel this i-incredible before” your panting breaths making it too difficult to continue speaking. Even if he doesn’t believe it, your words are entirely true, this is the first time you can ever recall feeling like this during sex. A foreign sensation is making its way into your gut, your limbs are moving of their own accord, you cant think straight when you manage to speak next: “Its too much! Too big, Too deep, Too intense! I c-cant take anymore please make it stop!”.

“Stop? Oh fuck no princess, after all this lip you’ve been giving me, you think I’m gonna let you tap out like a little bitch? Think again” his thumb begins to rub harsh circles against your clit. “We’re not stopping until you cream all over my cock like a nasty girl like you is supposed to, then you’re gonna do it again when I blow my load inside this tight fucking cunt and you’ll scream my name while I fucking do it because this pussy is all mine! Got all that you fucking whore?”.

“Yes daddy” you whimper, face screwed up in tight concentration as he finally pushes you over the edge. Your eyes fly open as you blindly search for his hand, gripping it tightly in attempts to anchor yourself in reality as a sudden rush of dopamine floods your brain. White hot pleasure seemingly overwhelming every single nerve in your body, making your legs shiver as you faintly hear yourself calling out his name repeatedly. Katsuki is the only thing you know in this strange foreign place: This comforting warmth suddenly invades your tummy, continuously being pumped inside you while you moan at the newfound sensation.

A pair of strong arms wind themselves around you, pulling you closer, making you feel safe, at ease, loved?

“Come…back…..come back to me” he’s calling for you. Your soul had to of vacated your body; You feel Weightless, you’re floating, “Daddy?”. Suddenly you start sinking, and without warning your body jolts, “Katsuki?!”.

“M’right here princess, daddy’s got you….Disappeared on me for a lil while” his familiar voice is grounding. His fingers card gently through your hair, and for the very first time you’re seeing a “Soft” side to this so easily angered man. Sighing contentedly you snuggle into his chest, letting his caramel scented sweat overwhelm your senses.

“I really like this”

“Hah?! That’s all you have to say?!”

Ah there he goes, moment ruined, illusion shattered.

“I’m sorry. But I’m not entirely coherent just yet…you uh…you kinda did a number on me there” you mutter sheepishly, making an attempt to escape his embrace. Its immediately thwarted, and your pulled right back against his chest. “Ah fuck…knew I shoulda just made you wait and prepped you properly….Sorry about that, guess I just got caught up in everything”. Surely hell has frozen over: Katsuki Bakugou just not only admitted a possible wrong doing, but APOLGIZED for it as well!

“Ive wanted to do this with you for so long: Fuck you, hold you, be with you, and I fucked it up! Just like I always seem to fucking do, I-“

“Daddy” your voice effectively silences his self-depreciating rant. His hand begins to gently run up and down your back as he mumbles a “Yes princess?”.

You lean back slightly, tilting your head up so those cute doe eyes can stare up into his, the smile your wearing makes his chest tighten.

“M’not hurt, sore but not damaged….I wasn’t referring to my body, I meant you did a number on my mind…Besides I asked for it remember? I’ve wanted this for a long time too, so I got impatient…Please dont berate yourself, lets just enjoy this moment as the first of many now…Kay?”.

That’s right, you’re his now; Along with the opportunity to care for and make sure to correct you…he’ll be able to do this with you again. You had given yourself to him after all, so he can have you as many times as he wants, whenever he wants! He’s far too occupied with his lewd thoughts to care about the foreboding darkness thats begun to emerge from its confines within his skull.

You don’t remember falling asleep but Katsuki gently prods you awake: “Baby…wake up, Its dinner time…I made food for us…c’mon princess you need to eat”.

You whine, attempting to burrow further beneath the blankets, “Not hungryyyy...wanna sleep more!”.

“Dont make daddy ask you again, you wont like what happens”.

Not interested in ruining such a wonderful night, you begrudgingly sit up. Noticing he’s seated at his desk, with a large steaming bowl set infront of him. You slide out of bed, standing up and realizing you’re naked, but strangely not embarrassed by it.

“Here” he tosses you a shirt, “Now c’mere, hurry up before it gets cold!”. Pulling his shirt over your head as you pad over to him and take a seat on his lap. Noticing the single spoon and bowl has you looking at him with genuine curiosity. “Since you like actin like a damn baby so much, figured I’d continue treatin’ you like one” his words make you grin sheepishly again, and you hold out your hand expectantly waiting for him to hand you the spoon….he doesn’t.

Taking an impressive spoonful of the steaming food he then proceeds to blow on it before bringing it up to your lips.

“Say ahh, brat”.

“Wha-?”

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he shoves the spoon into your open mouth. Of course it tastes amazing, but he doesn’t plan on keeping this up right? WRONG!

Repeating the pattern of giving you a bite and then taking one himself.

“I can feed myself y’know…” you mutter growing increasingly flustered at the insulting action but more so the fact that its making you feel….excited?

“I dont think you can princess….I always hear Euphie bitchin at ya for skipping breakfast or to hurry up and come eat dinner” pausing to feed himself, then repositioning the now loaded spoon back infront of you before continuing.

“That shit ends today, gonna teach ya how important it is to take care of yourself, and if you wont? Then I guess daddy will have to do it for ya”.

You’re squirming in his lap by the time you accept the last bite,swallowing thickly before making an attempt at vaulting off his lap. Large hands immediately snag you around the middle before your feet even touch the ground.

“No, No, thats not how we do things around here, where the fuck are your manners?” he slips a hand between your clenched thighs to move them apart, and then brings a slap down to the inside of each. You dont even know why he’d done that and the shock is evident on your face. “You like when I baby ya, dont lie to me LITTLE girl”.

“No I-“

“What’s this then?” he quickly interupts while holding up the palm he’d previously slapped you with. Glimmering in the low light is your sticky arousal coating his palm.

“Sorry” your voice is barely audible as you hang your head in shame.

“Mhm sure you are…Here I am being a good care taker to you and what did you do? Sat there thinking all kinds of nasty things while I spoon feed you, you really are a fuckin depraved slut aren’t you princess?”

You bite your lip as your eyes start to water,still refusing to look up and far too embarrassed to respond. A finger beneath your chin forces your head up and his breath hitches when he notices tears getting ready to fall. A malicious smile now turns his lips upward as he cups your cheek, “Look at that…shes about to start crying and all because of what? Cuz you just exposed yourself for being the depraved little slut you are?”.

“NO! No im not I-“.

“You are” his grip tightens painfully on your jaw, pulling your face forward so its now just an inch away from his own, “And I fuckin’ love it”. Then he’s surging forward pressing his lips against yours; Forcing his tongue into your mouth, hand coming around to grip the back of your head. Your lungs are on fire while his hand slips under your shirt to harshly grope at your chest. Clawing his forearms is finally enough to get his attention and he reluctantly pulls away. You’ve just barely began catching your breath when he suddenly stands up, keeping a firm grip on your ass to carry you, before dropping you onto the bed.

“Take that off and-“

*knock knock knock*

The sudden knocking followed abruptly by Kirishima’s muffled shouting, startles both you and Katsuki, and the rattling door knob has you immediately springing into action.

“Hey we brought back desert to share with you guys! So just meet us at my room whenever you feel like it, Euphie’s changing her clothes and then she’ll be there too, we’re gonna watch a movie if you two wanna join us!”.

He must have heard Bakugou’s standard non-committal grunt in response, because you hear his retreating footsteps trail off down the hall.

Grabbing your skirt out from underneath the bed, you stand back up.

Just as you’d gotten to your feet your immediately pushed face first onto the mattress. A sweaty hand takes hold of your hip in a bruising grip, while the other delivers a sharp pinch to your ass cheek. Yelping in response to the sudden harsh yank of your hair that proceeds a whisper of:

“You didn’t really think I would let you off that easy did you? Your fuckin’ cake can wait brat, we’re done when I fuckin say we are, got it?”.

✨

A/N: I hope this chapter was to everyone’s liking, I’m actually kind of nervous to post it but 🤷🏼‍♀️ Chapter 3 has a fair amount of smut in it as well so look forward to that. I’m hoping to get another one shot up for “A man of his word” this week, if you like extreme Yandere Bakugou check that out. I have one penned but it needs to be typed up.