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just-a-ghost00 · 5 months ago

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What your spirit guides have to say about this connection

Warning : there might be some cuss words in the words/signs/names section.

Group 1 - Drawings scattered on the floor

Tarot : 5 of pentacles, ace of pentacles, The Chariot, 8 of cups, Queen of swords, The Lovers | Oracle cards : Patience, Boundaries

When the opportunity arises, move on. Because if you stay, you're going to be disappointed. This connection won't bring you any satisfaction or happiness. It may even deepen your insecurities. No matter who this person is or how they treat you, on the long term nothing good will come of it for you. Now, the choice is yours to make. No one can force you to forget about this person and cut ties with them if you don't want to. Your spirit guides just want to warn you that it would be better for you not to dwell on this person, because there is someone better waiting for you around the corner. If this person is being disrespectful to you, it is high time you show them what you're made of. Because at the end of the day, your responsibility is to value and take care of yourself. I feel like some of you may feel lonely and long for a deep connection. So maybe this person has shown some interest in you which led you to belive that this could be your forever person, when they aren't. I'm sorry if this triggers you, because my intention isn't to hurt you but to provide useful and important information. I know how difficult it can be to cut ties with someone when we had so much hope and dreams with them. But I have no doubt you can make it through. Your guides want to reassure you on the fact that choosing yourself over this person is going to be beneficial to you. Extra information - Strength Queen of pentacles 3 of pentacles Your guides want to insist on your power and ability to overcome this situation. They know you have what it takes to resist this person and protect yourself. The spirit animal of the tiger is watching over you during this period of your life. You may call to it for advice and help. Your spirit guides also urge you to deepen your connection with them and have faith in the Universe and it's ability to provide you with exactly what you need and deserve. Letters : S O E U S W S E I C L E E G R Words/signs/names : wise, use, sue, sow, woes, sus, Susie, cues, Wess, sis, Cis, cusses, Seoul, soul, Glee, seer, Rogue, mess, Ciel, rouge (French for red), glow, cure, secure, Curie, glue, series, cries, less, lows, lower, roses, girls, Weiss, Solweig

Group 2 - Ticking clock

Tarot : 4 of cups, ace of swords, 8 of swords, 4 of wands, 8 of cups, 7 of swords Oracle cards : Get wild, Sacred sexuality rx

You and this person are currently in seperation. You feel like this person is hiding things from you or isn't comfortable speaking their mind. Many of you may be asking about a future spouse. Spirit wants to draw your attention on the fact that the more you think about this person and focus your energy on them, the more opportunities you are missing. It's like you're telling yourself "I can't be in a relationship right now, what if my future spouse comes into my life then?". You're refraining yourself from living your life, having fun, meeting new people. Your future spouse is not open to your connection currently, is what spirit is saying. Forcing the situation would only keep you apart. They are not ready. And so are you. You have other things to tend to, other experiences to live, other people to meet. Your guides advise you to draw back from this connection from a while and keep to yourself what you are doing. Your FS doesn't have to know. And it is none of their business anyway. If you keep pushing, you'll only be lying to yourself. It's important that you turn your gaze on other matters. Right now, this connection isn't beneficial to you. This isn't to say that this person is bad. This is just to say that they currently don't have anything to offer. Extra messages - 2 of pentacles, Black Numen, White Numen You are in a state of confusion regarding this connection. This is because you are currently in or about to be entering a dark night of the soul, a period of solitude and separation from this person. You won't be picking up on anything from their higher self or very little information. But there is always light at the end of the tunnel. Though you don't know where this path leads, you have to trust that the outcome is going to be positive, whether with or without this person. Right now, you should be focusing on your balance and navigating through the fog.

letters : L E U M T T S L T X M R L V T words/signs/names : Summer, sex, muse, exult, luxe, melt, ex, texts, test, sell, tell, mums, "trust me", serum, mute, Muller, mulet, rest, SUV, vet, "must let", lust

Group 3 - Adventurer's camera

Tarot : The emperor, 6 of cups, 7 of wands, 4 of swords, The Star, Knight of pentaclesOracle cards : The Creator, Withdraw

Spirit wants to confirm that this person is a soulmate of yours. You are destined to get closer to this person after a period of retreat. They are represented by The Emperor, The Star and The Creator. Chances are this person is an artist or a public figure like an influencer. If not, then the person you're asking about is destined to gain notoriety. They are extremely powerful. They are here to help you manifest your desired reality. But for now, a time of separation is needed. You may receive intuitive downloads from this person's higher self to guide you on your journey. Patience is the key word here. This person has a lot of passion for you. But spirit wants to remind you that their role is mainly to guide you, to light the way so that you can follow in their footsteps. They don't want you to get too caught up in what you feel for them. Because they're afraid you might forget your purpose. Extra information - Ace of swords, 7 of pentacles, The Sun By working on your inner truth, you could reach success with this person and also on a more personal level. This time of withdrawal is meant to help you with that. You may be afraid of failure regarding this connection. Know that there is no such thing as failing. You can only make the decision that is right for you. You might not see the full potential of what you have currently and may doubt this connection but your guides want to assure you that there is more to this than you can see. It'll make sense in due time.

Letters : D S U Q O E U M L M E T N C S Signs/names/words : cute, sun, son, lost, lust, muse, Noel, lune(French for moon), comet, comments, dust, moles, semen, men, quests, cloud, cold, muscle, monde (French for world), mounts, Clement, sounds, museums, ondes (French for waves), clones, cents, sold, old, soul, mess, cuss, lone, doms, demons, clues, cums, semen, told, SNS, meme, dots, "see us", SOS, cunt

#pick a card #pac reading #spiritual pac #spiritual guidance #oracle cards #tarot

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momosbrainrots · 2 years ago

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Heyo! Can I request a jinx x reader who is like one of those people who r really cold to ppl they don't know, tall with tattoos, piercings and jinx is kinda mesmerized by them and is like tryna get close to them and eventually they warm up to her and like kinda get protective of her? Like reader has an arm over her shoulder, on her waist, hugging her from behind all the time and is usually just a very affectionate person and jinx is all proud bc she made the cold person they were into a affectionate person but just for her?

I know I should(n't)

Jinx X cold !gn reader who's tall w tattoos and piercing

A/N: hihi pretty anon! Ugh love this kind of people. A meanie who in reality is a softie!? And only for her fav person!? Aw cute!! Here u have and again sorry for the wait! Love ya <33 (and yes i promise, my mind is thinking thought again so ill try to stay bc i have so many drafts aaa)

In Zaun you don't need to do a laborious search to run across threatening people, they're all over the underground city. After all, this is how one can survive or be respected around here.

Jinx was not far behind. She might look harmless but oh she was a menace. With all those bright colors, pink, blue, going around with those chunky boots and armed to the calf. Everyone knew it was better not to cross her path.

But hey! No need for that. You were lucky enough that you caught her shiny eye.

It all started as a funny game of hers.

She saw you a couple of times while she was wandering around the streets, searching for new pieces, or when she was on top of a building looking at the street beneath her. But still, it was when she saw you that one time at the Last drop that allowed her to check you out.

Tall. A bunch of piercings on your ears and all around your meanie face. Oh! And she could get a glimpse of a few parts covered in ink. You were a tough looking individual!

Of course, she knew people like you, she works with Sevika, a buff angry woman. But you had something that caught her eye.

And she made it ur problem.

Eventually, you found yourself expecting her by your side. But how could you not when she appeared out of nowhere to pester you until she was gone for no good.

At first, you tried to push her away. Giving her the cold shoulder didn't work and when you cuss her out she wouldn't bulge. Only for her to return a few days after like whatever you said meant nothing. And that pissed you off, why couldn't she just go away and leave you alone?

It took you one day in which Jinx did not go to your hunt that you noticed how jinx never seemed to be accompanied. Anyone you ask would be shocked to hear her name, either because of her reputation or because she's Silco's kid.

She was alone. And so were you.

As time passed you found yourself unable to not grow fond of her. But how could you not? It was like you needed to be there to protect her from all harm. It's not like she couldn't herself but you wanted to be there for her.

Anytime you looked down at her you swear you could feel her eyes all over you, locking eyes with you. And you couldn't help to notice how sparkly they looked. As if you were the finest of prices, the tastiest of desserts. You couldn't get a hold of why? What was that she saw?

Listening to her talk about whatever she had on her mind after a hard day started to feel good, and comfortable. You drank all of her rants and after some time you start throwing in a few comments here and there, comforting words and affirmations to let her know you were listening.

Although he also loved to ask you questions about yourself. If she could touch your piercings if they hurt if you'd let her give you one, why were you so fucking tall?!?

You tried to answer her but at first, it was a bit overwhelming. Despite this, to your luck or not sometimes you didn't need to because she would do it for you or wouldn't expect any and move on. She learned to not push too hard if she felt you were getting uncomfortable.

Oh, but when you noticed she was down... Good luck if it was someone's fault, you were immediately on your way to deal with it. You couldn't stand seeing her bright self turn blue, it made your heart ache. That may be the reasoning behind why you felt the desire to aid her, protect her, and keep her in a little candy box inside your pocket.

When you two finally got to the point of no returning the one who ended up getting surprised was Jinx. Who were you again??

So that meanie she met at the bar that night is the most cuddly and warm and caring human ever? So... Physical touch was your love language? And so was one of hers.

It started slow and steady at first. Holding hands, Jinx loves to hold your hands. A quick hug here and soft short touches there. Most of them were started by her but as you grow confident enough to let your hand linger, let your body just act...

Leaning into each other was a thing now.

You always have an arm over her shoulder or on her waist because it just felt right. It was where they belonged. And out on the streets worked as a warning to others, but overly you just wanted to be as close as you could.

Hugs from behind are your thing. And the size difference makes it look so fucking adorable. If it's not Jinx's surprise hugs, it's yours to her while she works on her trinkets. Like two puzzle pieces that are meant to fit flawlessly together. Head to head, soft, hard, easy breathing against each other, soft temple, neck kisses always exchanged.

Moments, where you two were more intimate were not rare, those happened on slow or bad days commonly. Tracing stories that could only be told through your skin. Lingering touches that could easily ignite fireworks. Talking about how you get your tattoos, and what meaning they hold. Jinx unleashes her curiosity for your whole being and memorizes where her hand leaves goosebumps.

And let me tell you, she's so proud! She broke through your walls only to find the warmest soul, the brightest of stars. Just to her and she wouldn't want it another way.

Because that meant that she got you all to herself.

Thank you for reading! Have a nice day!

#jinx imagines #jinx imagine #jinx arcane #jinx x reader #jinx #arcane imagine #arcane jinx #arcane headcanons #arcane imagines #jinxarcane #jinx league of legends #jinx lol

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 2 years ago

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I Need A (Girlfriend) Hero!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/G3BQVfk

by LilaVaporizer9000

Damian looks at his notebook, scanning his research.

Combining what info the internet has provided on good romantic partners, along with some of his own preferences, she is statistically the best option.

“Hm. Yes, you will do.”

“Oh! Uhh… what?...”

Damian’s family are pestering him to be more of a normal teenager. He doesn’t want to be more of a normal teenager. The average teens he observes at school are brainless savages.

But his family is getting so annoying about it he’d do almost anything to get them to shut up.

Then Marinette Dupain-Cheng transfers to his school. She’s intelligent, quiet, respectful of his boundaries, not nosey, and most importantly of all, doesn’t seem to give two shits about his family name.

His family want normal teen behavior? Fine. He’ll bring a girlfriend home.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

Marinette blinks. Ya know what? This might as well happen.

“Sure.”

Daminette as told through equally socially unaware messes, general misunderstandings of each other's skills and experience, and a total lack of awareness as to how many flowers are too many flowers.

Words: 6164, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Maribat - Fandom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Damian Wayne, Chloé Bourgeois, Kagami Tsurugi, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Barbara Gordon, Jon Lane Kent, Luka Couffaine, Stephanie Brown

Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Damian Wayne, Chloé Bourgeois/Kagami Tsurugi, Chloé Bourgeois & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Kagami Tsurugi, Batfamily Members & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Additional Tags: Teen Romance, is this a slow burn or a fast burn? you tell me, Fake Dating, kind of, Fake/Pretend Relationship, fake relationship trope but it's a real relationship, Awkward Flirting, Awkward Romance, these two are a mess, two extremely socially inept people try to date, don't come at me Marinette is socially inept in her own way, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Has Anxiety, Asexual Damian Wayne, I dont personally hc him as aro but i do hc him as ace, Flowers, Language of Flowers, So many flowers, enough flowers t make this a flowershop au, Cute, Meet the Family, having WAY too much fun tagging this, no sex in this ever it isn't gonna happen sorry, Canon-Typical Violence, Damian Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Hot Mess Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Fluff, A lot - Freeform, Fluff and Humor, romcom, I repeat, R O M C O M, Romantic Comedy, Caring Batfamily (DCU), Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, The batfam are good... they are just a LITTLE bit overbearing, unethical reasons for getting into a relationship, Marinette Dupain-Cheng cusses, speedrun dating!, Damian: if you word it terribly and give her enough flowers, you can glitch it and clip right to 'meeting the parents'

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/G3BQVfk

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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mochii-roll · 2 years ago

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*＊✿❀Obey Me Brothers X Hispanic(Leaning to Mexican)MC Shenanigans❀✿＊*pt 2 Here

FIRST POST WOOO. Sorry if the post was a little bit short on didn't know what else to put 😭 Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day/night 🤩 Edit: Should I make one with the side characters? I'm down if y'all down :))

~Lucifer~

He likes listening to old songs with you while he's working, just the thought of you humming or even DANCING in front of him makes him so happy. He will also learn the translations to understand further about your culture :))

THIS MAN. I KNOW DAMN WELL HE WILL LEARN CUMBIA OR SMTH JUST TO HAVE THE HONOR OF DANCING WITH YOU. AND HE'S GOOD

He cannot and will not drink un cafecito if you didn't make it. He likes the fact that you make time out of your day to make it for him. Sometimes you'll even add like a dessert like a concha

He thinks you speaking another language is heaven. The way your voice sounds while rolling your R's or how calming you can make the language sound.

~Mammon~

BACHATA KING

You called him Mamón for a while and he thought it was a term of endearment. (It can be if that's how you interpret affection bc same :D)

He insisted you teach him your language so it can be like secret code for you two only

Will buy jewelry or trinkets that he thinks resembles your culture in a heartbeat

~Levi~

You would think he won't have a clue what your language is called due to the fact he doesn't socialize, but he actually does know due to him playing a few games online with someone who speaks your language.

Somehow you got him watching El Chavo or Familia Peluche, even though it isn't anime, he's glad you're enjoying yourself with him and not his brothers

You make him watch the animes in your language (Smth like Candy Candy) and he LOVES it. Y'all have multiple binge nights.

After you leave his room, he will look up more info about your culture and if he can impress you with something.

~Satan~

As soon as he gets the information about what language you speak, he's reading everything, to your cultures history, holidays or customs, and of course, the language (mainly cuss words)

You painstakingly tell him about mordidas on someone's birthday. Lucifer isn't safe.

You tell him stories about your family and how they gave you a special nickname or what you did to get in trouble.

Overall he is enamored by you even more, it makes you stand out and more special to him.

~Asmo~

Will ask as many questions as he can about your cultures style of clothing, music, and parties. He already knows you're so heavenly to him so why bother asking about the beauty standards there.

Asks you to model with him wearing your traditional garb, whether it be modernized or not he loves you expressing yourself and your culture

Random ~te amos~ whispered in your ear :)))

Is all about the chisme with you. If it's about his brothers or demons in RAD, he'll get mugs with some tea for the both of you and have your lil gossip sessions

~Beel~

When he gets a minor injury from working out, you're right there talking care of him and slapping rubbing Vaporub on his wound.

Is all about the food. Is it spicy?? Awesome. Sweet?? Let him try it. If you're making the effort to show him your culture through food, he's honored. Never a bad word about it from Beel

He loves gansitos a LOT they can stand pretty close to his custard in rankings. Not to mention any other dessert.

If he ate any of your snacks, he's very apologetic and takes you out to eat to a restaurant of your culture.

~Belphie~

Them thick ass blankets are the best thing you've ever introduced to him.

Imagine him falling asleep to you singing those old lullabies your family sang to you as a child

Like Satan, he learns how to cuss in your language and about the mordida.

You make him some Abuelita hot chocolate and snuggle up in that thick ass blanket.

#obey me headcanons #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo headcanons #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #first post

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theunreliablewriter · 3 years ago

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When Love Collided

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader

A Whole Lotta Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Black Widow Spoilers!, Mentions of fighting, Mention of killing, Mentions of near death experience, Cussing, Mention of Suffering/Trauma,

Request: hi !! i love your stories you're a really great writer and your stories made my day :>> could i request a yelena belova x reader story where r and yelena are pining over each other like idiots and r confesses to yelena and yelena is an awkward mess and yelena somehow brings up the courage to kiss r in response since she's in a total loss for words but they kind of just headbutt each other in panic- thank you !! :D

Author’s Note: Yes, this is the cheesiest title possible, but it fits, and this was such a cute request. Thank you so much for your sweet compliments, anon! I’m sorry, I know I said I was going to try to avoid spoilers for at least a week. I wish this was longer, so I apologize for that too. I hope I wrote our beloved Russian awkward enough, and that somebody enjoys! 💜

Together.

That is how it had always been since the night you were both dragged from the back of that dark, Godforsaken truck.

Over twenty years had now passed, and so much had happened and changed since then. But, there was one constant—one thing that had remained the same.

And that was your bond with Yelena Belova.

You grew up together as children. You trained together. You…you suffered together.

Usually, the Red Room forbid friendships as close as yours. They couldn’t risk you two choosing each other over the completion of a mission. Although neither of you ever allowed yourself to speak of it, you both lived in a constant fear that one day, you would be forced to fight each other. And only would it end, when just one of you remained.

But you two were too good to forbid. Even if it went against everything the Red Room believed, they had to allow your friendship because by permitting you two to remain together, it meant they had an unstoppable duo.

Years upon years upon is what you spent together. As you grew older and matured, even the worst of the Red Room’s conditioning couldn’t prevent your feelings for Yelena from doing the same. Several of those years were spent wanting more—wanting her.

No weapon, no fighting style, no mission—nothing—scared you. But, the risk of pushing Yelena away did. That was the lone risk you simply could not take. You couldn’t tell her the truth of her feelings and risk losing your partner, your ally, you best friend.

Despite how badly it hurt, you said nothing, making you spend so much time pining for her, wondering if she could ever somehow feel the same for you.

Little did you know that Yelena also spent her numerous sleepless nights aching for precisely the same answer.

While you two were left questioning, the Red Room got an answer to their decade old question: Would they come to regret the special exception they made for the sake of having such a powerful pair?

Yes.

Yes, they would regret it.

Your chains to Dreykov were both severed that day in Morocco, and, along with Natasha, Melina, and Alexei, you became a force to be reckoned with. The force that would finally bring the Red Room to a crashing end.

Now, a few months had passed since you and Yelena began the mission to free the world’s Widows from a dead man’s remaining chemical control.

While the task was worth every high and low, it was by no means simple. Dreykov’s hooks were so deep in many of the women that, more often than not, there was a fight just to get close enough to them for the antidote enter their system.

All of the fights had been messy and left you both with cuts, bruises, and pain, but it wasn’t until today when one was nearly deadly.

Your scouting had lead you to believe there were no more than three Widows occupying the same house. But, when you and Yelena entered, you quickly learned you could not have been more wrong.

It was an entire pack of Widows.

And your mistake nearly cost Yelena her life.

“I’m so sorry,” you said for what had to be the fiftieth time.

Despite needing your help to make it through the door of your shared hotel room, Yelena maintained her talent for sarcasm. “God, (Y/N), you’re almost making me regret you freeing me from that chokehold.”

Even now, she didn’t fail to make you laugh, but it didn’t last. “Seeing you nearly die is one thing, and knowing I am the reason…makes it that much worse.”

“You watched that location for a week. The same three were the only ones to ever come and go,” Yelena stated as you helped her settle onto the couch. “I would have thought no differently.”

With a single, reluctant nod, you hurried off to retrieve the first-aid kit that was so large it was practically a small duffel bag.

You were lost in your thoughts as you returned to the living room and got to work on cleaning and covering her wounds.

Countless worse case scenarios showed in your mind, all ending with Yelena being taken from you.

What if she actually was, someday? What if you were taken from her? Would you be able to live with the fact of her never knowing the truth? Would you be able to rest in peace knowing, after everything you had been through together, you never had the nerve to tell her?

As Yelena went on about the night’s television “being shit,” you could only reach a single answer.

No.

No, you wouldn’t be able to.

“It’s fucking nine o’ clock on a Friday night,” Yelena ranting. “You would think they’d show at least one decent show or mov-“

You couldn’t help it. You could no longer hold it in; you had for too long. So, you couldn’t stop yourself from finally abruptly announcing, “I love you.”

The blonde immediately turned her attention away from the tv. The surprise was written all over her face and was unmissable in her eyes. Her accent was so thick when she said a quiet “What?” that most wouldn’t have been able to understand her.

“I love you…Yelena. I have for a long time.”

Each second she just started at you felt like a year, leaving you to question if a heart truly could beat out of a chest.

“W-when…why did you…” Yelena stammered for words. “How did you decide that?”

“‘How’? I don’t think I can explain ‘how,’” you replied with an incredulous chuckle.

“D-do you… Are you sure you want to?”

If you had been a third party watching this moment, you knew you’d be laughing hysterically at how blatantly awkward your best friend—the calm, cool, collected, ruthless ex-assassin—was currently being.

You glanced down at the roll of bandages in your hands as you told her, with a voice filled with momentary humor, “I’m pretty sure.”

What felt like eons of silence passed, making you feel like your worst fear had happened—you scared her off with the truth.

You breathed in a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, after deciding you were going to ask her to forget you ever said anything.

Knowing you would have to do it like ripping off a bandaid, to meet her gaze, you shot your head up…only to have it collide with her face.

“Well, that didn’t go as planned,” Yelena said flatly, clutching the nose you had just head-butted.

“What did you do?” I asked laughing.

“I was trying- I was going to… Oh, shit, fuck it.”

Your laughter was cut off because before you had another chance to blink, Yelena swiftly closed the space between the two of you. It took your brain a second to realize what had happened—to realize her lips were gently attached to yours.

Her hands rose to hold your face, making you further melt into her touch, as the kiss deepened.

It would be impossible to count the number of times you had imagined this very moment, but no daydream ever got it right. Never could you have known her lips would be this soft and fit so perfectly with yours.

Above, never would you have imagined her only reason for pulling away, would be to say, “I can’t remember I time when I didn’t love you.”

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#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #black widow #yelena belova x you #yelena belova fanfiction #yelena belova fluff #mcu #marvel #Yelena belova fanfic #yelena belova x y/n

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vannybarber · 4 years ago

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Know Your Place

Summary: Christopher Jamal Evans puts your ass in place.

Chris Jamal Evans x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, aggressive behavior (nothing serious), mentions of cheating, implied smut, degrading.

This is based off of Barbershop: The Next Cut with Terri, Rashad, and Draya, with their whole situation😂.

"Just get in the damn car and meet me at the house. We're not doing this here."

"Fine!" You rush around to your car door and slam it shut once you get inside. You watch Chris go to his, also slamming it shut but not for the same reason as you. You were more so the reason.

Starting the car and driving off with him right on your tail, you turn the music up to drown out the many cars that honk at your recklessness and poor wheel skills. If only they knew, they would be acting just like you.

You had come over to the building where Chris was shooting a movie with his female costar, Melanie. You absolutely despised her because she often came onto Chris. Both infront of you and when you weren't around. Of course he shot her down every time because he knows better. He knew you weren't the one to be played with.

But today, when you didn't see him as soon as you walked inside the shoot, you scan the room for Melanie. Not seeing her either, you began to roam around through the halls. You look in a room and see his stuff on a couch inside. You walk into the room calling his name.

"Chris? Baby, where you at?" You check in the bathroom and its empty. "Boy, I got your nasty seafood salad. Where the hell are you?" You scan the room one more time before smacking your lips and heading to the door.

Chris was in the closet changing when Melanie came in trying to feel up on him. He was getting ready to finally cuss her out, but he heard you yelling for him and so he freaked, shutting the door. He specifically told her not to make a sound and she followed orders, up until the last minute.

As you hit the threshold, you hear something hit the floor. The sound seemed to have come from the closet. You pause, scared at first because it was evident that no one was in the room except you. But then you grow suspicious because Chris and that bitch were both missing. You turn around slowly and stalk towards the door.

Chris was fuming when she knocked the box over, but then started to freak when he heard you walking over to the closet door. He gave her the look with a mix of panic and 'I'm gonna fucking kill you'. He sees the door handle turn and prepares for your wrath because you damn sure were gonna give it to him.

You open the door and there was your man and Melanie. Her hands were covering her mouth, eyes wide. Your eyes relocate to Chris and his shirt was halfway on his torso. He clambers to get it fully in, stepping towards you and away from her.

"Babe, just listen and you'll understand everything. She came in while I was changing and-" he doesn't get a chance to finish, for your voice overpowered his.

"You got five seconds to explain to me what the fuck you're doing." You hand is still on the door, not planning on letting them out the closet just yet. Chris was confused, but discerned that you weren't talking to him. You were talking to Melanie. He looks back at her and she was now biting her nail, clearly anxious.

"Look, Y/N, I really don't want any problems." She is trying to be straight about it, but her voice is fastened with fear. She knew exactly what you were capable of and she still is trying to bullshit you.

"You don't want want no problems? You've been trying to sleep with my man since the first day you found out you were working with him!" You must look like boo boo the fool for her to think she was pulling this shit on you.

"And as for you Christopher," you turn towards him, jabbing your finger in his chest, "what the hell are you thinking? Are y'all just lying to me and actually messing around?" You had no problem whooping both their asses.

"Y/N no! Listen, she came inside the closet while I was changing and I was going to kick her out, but I heard you coming and I just...freaked out." He's trying to dissolve the situation, but is only making it worse.

"You instead of coming out, you decide to stay in there with her? You see how this is worse right? You're just giving her the benefit to think she could even get with you. This is entertainment for her. Don't you realize that?" Now your hand was off the door and balled into a fist because you were 2.5 seconds from losing it.

"Baby, I was going to put my foot down this time. I know its long overdue, but I didn't want any issues with the people I work with. And I should've realized how unfair that was to you. I'm sorry. But don't think I would ever cheat on you." He grabs your arm and pushes you back so he could get out the closet.

"Yeah, you damn right. All this could've been avoided. She's harassing you. You need to report her ass!" You snag your arm away from him and point back at her, who's now trying to ease out of the closet. You catch her and she runs off, you not far behind. You damn sure were not a runner, but you were going super sonic right now.

She turns down she same way you came to find them and Chris is right on your ass too. You guys get to the front of the building and you lunge for her, but no contact was made for Chris had you in a hold. You brawl against his wide chest and eventually give up when he doesn't let go.

People are watching in absolute shock and some even were laughing their asses off. It would've been even funnier if Chris had let you get one hit in. Of course that didn't happen since he scooped you up with minimal effort.

"Y/N chill! Stop, you're making a fucking scene!" He grabs on your flailing arms, yanking them back.

"I don't give a shit! Let me get her. Just one good time," you plead and scream at the same time. He literally drags you away outside with great struggle since you weren't giving in. When he got you out there, you accepted your defeat and he let you go, watching you extra closely in case you pulled a fast one.

"You should've let me get her! Why the hell you stop me?!" He runs his hands through his hair, obviously frustrated and very much embarrassed. But you could care less. She needed her ass whooped.

"It's not worth it. We need to go now!"

"I don't have to go anywhere!" You could give less of a fuck if the onlookers labeled you as 'the angry black woman'. Because infact, you are a black woman. And damn right you were angry.

"Just get in the damn car and meet me at the house. We're not doing this here!"

"Fine!"

After reminiscing over the lovely previous moments, you pull up at your even lovelier home. You hop out the car and open the gate. Walking back to the car you peek and see Chris with his arm against the window, leaning on it and watching you. For sure he had a headache by now.

Instead of pulling up all the way into the driveway, you park at the end, leaving no room for Chris to drive in.

"Really? Pull all the way in!" You sit for a minute with your arms crossed for a bit of rebellion before complying like a child. Only because you didn't want to walk the extra way to the door of course. When you park again, Chris pulls in and gets out to shut the gate.

You were already unlocking the door and stepping in, but before you could slam it in his face, he was right behind you. You toss the keys and kick off your shoes.

"Where are you going?" You hear him call from the front of the house.

"None of your business." You were just going to the fridge to get your pineapple juice. You drink it almost every single day. And you definitely needed some right now.

"Okay we need to discuss what the fuck just happened. What the hell was that Y/N?" He's standing across the kitchen island from you staring in anger.

"Well for one, I caught you in a closet half naked with that bitch after I called your name repeatedly. Then she's playing in my face and you're trying to defend her! You really need an explanation for my actions, Chris?" You close the bottle and slam it on the counter.

"Look Y/N, I explained to you what happened. I am sorry. I knew that if I had came out that closet with her, you'd still react the same way, probably even worse. I was literally fearing for my life, no joke." He puts his hands up in surrender. You almost laugh.

"I rather you just have came out and told me straight up. Yeah, I would be mad of course. Who wouldn't? But you made it more difficult yourself." You still have an attitude and even though he apologized, you still wanted to be mad.

"Baby, I tell you you're beautiful everyday. Why? Because I want you to know that no other woman could ever be at the level you are for me. I want you to know that you're the only one I see and there isn't anyone else for me." He's now standing infront of you, his 6'0 figure imposing over your frame.

You can't and won't lie that those words had you in your feels. You swear, Geminis really are sweet talkers. You could've gave in right then. But not just yet.

"You sound like a real bitch right now." You fold your arms and look at him with testy eyes. You slightly regret saying that because what he said was genuine. But who are you without some back talk?

His eyes go caliginous. You've only seen this a one time when you've stepped out of line with him. Your big mouth could argue for days, but you never held a grudge. You kind of forced yourself to keep going as if you were still upset. Stubborn was an understatement.

You scratch your straightened hair nervously before flattening it back down. You internally hope it wasn't obvious that you lamented what you had just said.

"I already apologized to you and explained what happened. Now you can be mature and we can have a real conversation or you can be childish and act like you're still upset and we can end it right here." He steps closer to you, if that's even humanly possible. "But this is will be the first and last time you call me a bitch. Got it?"

He's breathing heavily on your face. If only you could see your face right now. It would read shock, with a bit of fear. He never checked you like this and let you get away with a lot. But this right here, was well deserved. But the way he's over you and his voice lowering with a sharp tone had you...turned on.

Something about him putting you in place made you wet and excited. All the fear had vanished almost immediately. You finally respond.

"Yes," you say quietly, nodding your head. "I'm sorry." Your eyes remained on him looking up through your lashes nibbling your lip. If only you knew what it was doing to him.

The sight of your body go automatically submissive to him after he got firm with you threw him in a complete frenzy. He was dominant most times, but you had many moments where you didn't back down to a challenge and took the lead. You not clapping back and apologizing threw him off a slight bit, but did not disappoint him. It turned him on.

"Good girl." He grabs your arm, spins you around so that your back is turned to him and bends down next to your ear.

"Go into the room, take off everything but your panties and lie on the bed. Mkay?" He moved his hands behind your arm to your lower back. You might as well save yourself the embarrassment and take off your panties too because once he sees the tropical storm, it's a wrap burrito. But you nod your head in compliance.

He gives you a smack on the butt and pushes you forward. You walk the rest of the way to the room and follow his exact orders. You remove every clothing item except the saltwater cloth covering your most needy part. You lay on the bed and wait for him.

He comes in a few moments later and eyes you down, making sure you followed his instructions. Of course you would. He stands in front of the bed and starts to remove his clothes. The entire time his eyes alternate from your body to your eyes. It made you nervous, but still excited.

"I'm very much used to your little tantrums and what not, but there's a limit. And when you pass that limit and step out of line, you need to be taught a lesson." He's in just his briefs by the end of his sentence and crawls in the bed.

You adjust yourself onto your back, shamelessly welcoming him to help himself to you. He positions in between your legs and lowers his face to yours, lips gliding against yours and pulling back when you try to kiss him. You pout and he smirks a little.

"Tell me what you want, honey" he whispers as he rubs up your leg to your thigh, grazing his fingers against your soaked panties. Just when you thought you couldn't get any wetter. Damn.

"I want you to touch me. Please." Your hands are gripping the sheets just thinking about his hands on your body. You completely forgot about messing up your hair as you throw your head back when he starts circling his fingers on your clit.

"I'm starting to think that this isn't very punishing for you, sweetheart." He picks up pace and reaches for your boob, kneading it full in his palms. "You seem to really be enjoying it. A little too much."

You weren't even listening to him, only chasing your orgasm, rolling your hips against his forceful touch. You successfully make it a few seconds to cumming before he snatches his finger away. You pick your head up right away, looking appalled.

"Why'd you stoooop?" you whine out. He looks at you innocently.

"Hmm that's just something us bitches like to do." Before you could respond, he flips you over and smacks your right cheek. "These have been on way too long." He pulls your panties off quicker than Pietro Maximoff. Tossing them to the floor, he starts his teasing.

"Damn, Y/N. All this is for me? If this doesn't tell me you loved the beginning of your lesson, I don't know what does."

He drags his fingers through your wet lips, coating them with your wetness. He brings his hands to his face to taste the mess you made for him.

"Hmm. That pineapple juice is kicking in fast."

The entire time he's talking, you're moving around coding him to stop teasing you and do something to make you feel good.

"You really are a desperate whore, huh?" You moan in the sheets in agreement. You were never into name calling, but it was something with Chris that made you love it.

He lowers down to your pussy, breathe frisking over it. You shiver and wait for him to start.

"As much as both you and I would love this, you don't deserve it. So ass up." You internally start cursing him out, calling him all things forbidden. But you comply and slightly lift your lower half.

Chris gets directly behind you and lines up with your entrance. When did he even take his briefs off? You inhale sharply at the contact and moan as he slips inside you with little to no effort. He fills you quick, starting his thrusts right away.

Your left cheek is against the mattress and both hands are gripping the sheets.

"Oh my- fuck!"

"How's it feel baby?" He asks you, going deeper at every thrust back inside you. Between the loud claps of your bodies, your pornographic moans and the sounds of your WAP, he knew the answer.

"It feels so good Chris" you manage to get out between breathes that were suddenly hard to take. You suddenly get a hard slap on your right cheek, making you squeal.

"That's not my name." You quickly correct yourself.

"Sorry..Daddy."

"Look at this" he starts thrusting faster, both of you not far from climax.

"Just an hour ago you were bitchin' about me and now you're basically grovelling at my feet. You can barely make a word. I guess I'm not such a bitch now, huh? " He locks your arms behind you and you automatically lift your ass up further, helping him slide in you even easier.

"No Daddy, I'm s-sorry." He groans and grabs a fistful of your hair and leans down to your ear. Normally you would be pissed because he touched your hair, especially since it was just done. But you could give less of a damn right now.

"Yeah I bet you are. Would a bitch be fucking you like this? Hm?" He pounded into you hard at every word. Your face in the mattress, you let out a scream that would have the neighbors dialing 911.

"No, baby- oh GOD" you yell, right at your peak. Just a couple more thrusts away and you were gone. Chris recognized that yell. He wanted to send you off right.

"Go ahead and cum for me baby. But just remember,"

He was right behind you and close himself.

"No matter how smart you get with me, at the end of the day, you're always gonna be a little slut for me." The last 4 words sent you over the edge and you cum all over him. He doesn't fall short and fills up the rest of you.

"Fuuuck" he let's out as his seed spills inside you.

His body collapses next to you and you find the energy to move your body. You turn and look at him with this dumb smile on your face. He reciprocates with the same dumb smile and pats down your hair. You slap his arm, turning your nose up at him.

"Ow. Why'd you do that for?" He rubs his now red arm.

"That's what you get for messing up my hair. You're gonna give me money to get it done again." Remembering, you hit his arm again.

"Baby, what the hell?"

"That's for also making me leave my pineapple juice out the fridge."

Idek what I was doing here 😭 This is the kind of stuff I daydream about, but it never looks as good written out 🥴

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#cevans #chris evans #avengers #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader #captain america #chris evans fluff #chris evans smut #chris evans fic #chris evans imagine #chris evans x black reader #black reader #christopher jamal evans

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wososage · 4 years ago

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It’s too much: USWNT x baby!Reader

Request: hope ur ok! if ur taking requests maybe baby r is from a rough city and grew up dirt poor and when the team finds out they shower her with gifts and r tries to not accept them but the girls won't let her

Word count: 1119

Warnings: maybe cussing

A/N: so i wrote a thing. i felt inspired this morning and then was actually able to make my brain think words. anyways i am alive and well. i know its probably been like a year since i have posted an imagine but i am finally in somewhat of a good place with life. hope you like it. send me messages i would love to talk to you guys. you can send requests but i make no promises about when i will write again.

A/N part 2: apparently i posted something in august but i do not remember that all

Y/N POV

“What’s the best present you have ever gotten for your birthday?” Sam asks.

“I dunno,” I respond just above a whisper, hoping she won’t hear me and will let it go.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Sam asks flabbergasted. “There has to be something that sticks out in your mind.”

“I’ve never celebrated my birthday,” I mumble while taking an interest in the carpet. “We just don’t have the money for it.”

Thankfully Sam realizes how uncomfortable I am and changes the subject.

“Wanna see pictures of Finn?” she asks excitedly. I look up and smile at her, giving her all of the response she needs.

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“Why are you being so weird right now?” I ask Sonnett. “You like on a whole new level of weird right now and it is kinda freaking me out.”

“I’m not being weird you are being weird,” Sonnett says to me.

“What are you and the squirrel planning right now?” I ask with a lot of seriousness in my voice. “Both of you have been acting weird all afternoon. Now that I think about it the whole team has been acting weird. Even Alyssa looked like she was hiding something when I met her for crosswords today.”

Sonnett just shrugs.

“I think that the chances of the whole team acting weird are really low which means that it is you that is acting weird Y/N,” Sonnett says. “Did you sleep well last night? Maybe you should go take a nap, you will feel better when you wake up.”

“I slept fine last night,” I counter. “I’m gonna go homework and zoom my teachers who aren’t acting weird like the rest of you. Maybe I will even go talk to Vlatko, he seems to be the only normal person around here today.”

I end up in my room doing homework for a few hours before there is a knock on my door interrupting my focus.

“Sup,” I say to Becky who is standing in the doorway with a suspicious look on her face. “Not you too! Why is everyone being so fucking weird today?”

“Watch your language,” Becky says with a pointed look.

“Sorry,” I mumble sheepishly while looking at the ground in an attempt to avoid her eyes.

“Come with me,” She says giving no further explanation.

“Why dinner isn’t for another hour,” I explain. “I want to finish some more homework so I can hang out with people tomorrow since it is our free day.”

“You can do your homework later,” she says. “Right now you are gonna take a break and come with me.”

“Fine,” I say grabbing my key before following her. “Do I finally get to find out why everyone has been acting so weird today?”

“Everyone seems to be acting normally to me,” Becky says.

I groan and start to drag my feet.

“That’s because you are also acting weird. All of you ate something or drank something and now I am the only normal human being on this team. If you all turn into zombies I’m going to kill you.”

“Wow Y/N, that’s just rude. How could you just kill us like that? We are the most important people in your life.”

“If the zombie apocalypse happens. I am playing to survive not to be nice to my friends who were stupid enough to get themselves turned into zombies.”

“Alright Y/N, do you want to know why we have all been acting weird?”

“YES! I have been wanting to know all day.”

“Come on then,” she says while opening the door to the meeting room.

When I walk in everyone is in there and the room is decorated for a birthday party.

“Happy birthday Y/N!” Becky says while hugging me.

“How long have you guys been planning this?” I ask. “This is incredible.”

“Since before Christmas when you told me you have never celebrated your birthday,” Sam explains. “We want you to be able to experience the joy of birthdays!”

“Thank you, Sammy,” I say while giving her a big hug.

“Present time!” Sonny yells while jumping up and down.

Everyone sits down in a circle and I realize that there is a large pile of presents waiting for me to open. Way too many presents for me to be able to accept.

“I can’t accept this,” I say. “This is too much.”

“Kid, please accept these gifts,” Ash says. “We are your family and we want to do this for you. We know your home life isn’t that great so we wanna help out how we can.”

“Are you guys sure?” I ask. “That’s a lot of gifts.”

“We decided that each person is only allowed to get you two gifts,” Becky explains. “One of them is something that will make your life easier such as clothes or gift cards to get food when you are home and the other one is something we want you to have because it will make you happy.”

“We also decided to have some fun with this,” Sonnett says while bouncing around like a hyperactive toddler. “You have to guess who the gift came from after you open it.”

“What do I get if I guess them all right?” I ask as my competitive nature starts to come out.

“Bragging rights,” Becky says.

“Good enough for me. Time to prove that I know you all very well.”

Grab the first present and as soon as I unwrap it, I know who gave it to me.

“Thanks for the pride flag Pinoe,” I say. “Also, I already registered to vote this morning but thanks for giving me instructions on how to do it.”

I go through all the presents and then I get to the final one but before I can unwrap it, Becky stops me.

“Almost all of us chipped in for this present,” Becky explains. “I know you are going to say it’s too much but we want you to have this and if it helps you can think of this as something that benefits us as well as you.”

I unwrap the gift and realize it is a switch with a bunch of games. As soon as I see it I tear up.

“This costs so much money. I’ve been saving up to buy one but there is never a good time to be able to drop so much money on something. Are you guys sure about this?”

“Y/N, we want you to have this. We know how much you have wanted one. Besides now we can force you to play video games with us all the time.”

“I love you guys. Thank you so much for doing this for me.”

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #sam mewis #emily sonnett #alyssa naeher #becky sauerbrunn #Ashlyn Harris #Megan Rapinoe

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multiplefandomsblog · 4 years ago

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Rantaro, Byakuya and Makoto with a S/o who has a sweet-tooth

request; ⚠️TW FOR GETTING S|€K!⚠️Rantaro, Byakuya and Makoto with a s/o that absolutely loves chocolate and candies? They got sick from eating too many XD So what would they do to take care of them?

warnings; spoilers for dgrv3(they’re in the warnings too so watch out), unedited, a bit short, mild cussing, reader gets sick, reader is gender neutral, gagging, might trigger phobias for vomit, light cussing, no idea where the timeline is- all i know is that, rantaro has a house??? And they’re all in school???? byakuya’s was kind of crack fic-y, um so i only know that rantaro has sisters because of reading fanfiction for him haha- i dont actually know how that ties everything together so please no spoilers.

note; im sorry that the after-candy is short- i kind of used all my brain juices on the before candy- i might add some stuff tomorrow though! it’s 3 am so i’m a bit out of it, i’ll hopefully concentrate better tomorrow! thank you so so much for requesting, and i hope you enjoy!

Rantaro Amami

BC(before candy)

“S/o, you shouldn’t eat that much candy, it’s not good for you.” A gentle voice distracted you from stuffing your cheeks with treats. “I must indulge in my true love! My precious precious love… candy.” , you whispered to your candies.

“I thought I was your true love, what about me?” He grinned and whined, wrapping his arms around your waist and tightening his hold. “You’re number 2 to food.” You managed to mutter out through the bites of a candy bar. “W-wow, you didn’t even try to sugar-coat it..” Humming out of protest, “I am sugar coating it! I’m sugar-coating my throat!”

You muffled, stuffing more gummies in your cheeks. Rantaro took a deep breath before lifting you, “Alright, up you go!” Rantaro grunted as he hoisted you up from behind and forcefully tore you away from the table of sweets. “R-rantaro wait, no!!!” You outstretched your hands towards the sweets in a dramatic manner, as a cause of Rantaro laughing at your silly tactics.

“Come on, don’t you want to hang out with your cool boyfriend instead of, well, stuffing yourself sick like a thanksgiving turkey?” After gulping the leftover sweets in your mouth, you shook your head with a force Rantaro had never seen before. “Not if you’re gonna call me a turkey!” He paled as he felt you jump out of him, “Wait, S/o, no-”

Jumping out of his arms like a slippery frog, you leaped onto the sweets table, gathering as many sweets as you could before running off. “S/o, stop!” Rantaro soon took off and sprinted after your sugar-crazed self, running down the hall after you, with urgency. His breath hitched as he looked both sides of the hall, “This school is way too big.” He sighed to himself, deciding to trust his instincts and go right, eyes widening in relief as he saw your figure. Your… passed-out figure.

Jogging next to your body, he kneeled down beside you, shaking your tuckered out body. “S/o? Come on, wake up.” He tapped your shoulder unrelentlessly. “Mmmmno-” You let out a gross burp, “... Rantaro, my stomach hurts a lot.” You whined, shuffling on the floor to try and sit up. “What did I say?” He sighed in a disappointed tone, purposefully to make you feel bad.

He leaned down to pick you up again, his hands underneath your thighs and yours around his neck, jet packing him on his front. “I didn’t mean the number 2 thing, you know you’re number 1, right?” Rantaro hummed forgivingly, his walking slightly altering the way your voice sounded.

“Y-you’re such a sweet boyfriend, shoulda just had a mouthful of your candy.” You sounded like a drunk, mumbling and tripping over your words as you whined about your stomachache. He brushed away the different meaning that had, deciding to ignore his racing thoughts. “I know.” He smiled at how cute you sounded, biting back a laugh.

AC(after candy)

◊ Unlike the others, Rantaro doesn’t take you to a professional because he already knows what to do(and because he doesn’t really wanna bother them). And as a plus, he gets to take care of his figurative(but not really) baby! He loves babying you just as much as he loves when you baby him.

◊ “Rantaroooo! My stomach hurts... Help me, I’m dying!” Your voice bounced off the walls of Rantaro’s room, shortly after you called for your beloved, you could hear the gentle taps of his feet padding near you, along with the clanking of a spoon against a ceramic cup.

◊ ”I’m coming, my whining toddler!” You whined at him more at his cheerful tone saying something so offensive, only proving his point, “Don’t call me that!”

◊ You frowned as he laughed at you. “What’s that?” You eyed the cup curiously, “Tea. With lemon; my sisters would often have a ton of sugar crazes too, so I’m kind of a professional at these sorts of situations.”

◊ He shrugged, acting like a wise-guy despite the cocky smile he wore as he handed the cup to you. “The key is to rinse all of the sugar out or something, and to hydrate a lot; meaning, this won’t be your only cup of lemon water.” He winked at you, watching as you gulped the liquid down.

◊ “Does it taste alright?” Despite his confidence from earlier, he still had a worried expression on his face, his hand making its way to the back of his neck out of habit and sheer nervousness. “It’s water and lemon-” You deadpanned, “But surprisingly, it actually does taste pretty good.”

Byakuya Togami

BC(before candy)

“What the hell… is there a wild animal in- Oh.” Byakuya peaked inside the cafeteria doors, shielding his body from future wild animal attacks. He opened the door wider as he saw it was just you, hunched over a table with candy wrappers scattered everywhere. “S/o-?” He swallowed down a cry of distress as you turned around.

You had some crumbs on the corner of your cheek, and being the perfectionist Byakuya is, he had a very strong urge to clean your face(or dump your head in water, whichever was more convenient). Sighing disappointedly, he quickly advanced to you, whipping out his handkerchief with a determination in his eyes.

You let out a small hiccup, “B-byakuy-? Mmph!” Cursing under his breath, he gently grabbed your chin, fingers sinking into your soft cheeks as he wiped your mouth with the material in his free hand. It was almost like a scene out of a romance anime(Toko would be screaming), where the tsundere expresses concern through small actions to show they care. It seemed that Byakuya hadn’t realized what he was doing, you watched his expression as he fixated his gaze on your crumb covered lips.

“Jeez, you really have no manners.” He sighed, furrowing his brow at you. You merely gawked at him, “You didn’t have to-” Byakuya interrupted you, not wanting to hear your argument. “You do realize that if you put that much garbage in your body, you’ll get sick, right? If you wanted sweets, I could’ve gotten one of my chefs to cook them homemade. And without all those… artificial colours and preservatives.” He grimaced after reading the ‘nutritional’ information on one of the wrappers.

“Seriously?” You beamed up at him, watching him with wide eyes. “If you come with me,,, yes.” Without a second thought, you abandoned the previous candies, taking a big step towards him before nearly collapsing. “Ouch- M-my stummy hurts.” You groaned, squatting down to hunch over your stomach, hoping that curling over it will soothe the pain.

‘What the hell is a stummy?’ He stared at your balled up figure on the floor for a moment, still trying to understand what kind of language you had just spoken. After a couple seconds, he brushed it off as you being delusional and walked towards you to check if you were alright. “I feel like you deserve this.” You tilted your head back up and squinted at him with cold-hard betrayal in your eyes.

“Just hurry up and come carry me!” Byakuya cringed away from your sticky grabby hands, opting to instead push you inside a nearby cart he had newly discovered, and wheel you to a professional. He made a face at you, “... No.”

AC(after candy)

◊ Since Byakuya has the money for it, of course he would pay one of the best doctors in the entire medical industry to take care of you. All because he believes your health and well-being should always be handled by a professional; if you ever went to some free health care doctor, he would give you so much shit for not going to a better doctor for your health.

◊ He’d most likely leave once he put you in better hands. Though he would get the doctor to call him immediately after you woke up, or are just in better condition.

◊ And though it sounds harsh to leave, when he comes back, that’s when it’s harsh.

◊ You should’ve prayed he didn’t come back instead of waiting for his arrival.

◊ When he gets back, you get a whole mouthful of scoldings and passive-aggressive remarks, and although he’s berating you, you can see in his eyes; a hint of concern.

◊ You don’t argue back, no, instead you focus your eyes in his and think about how you made the Byakuya Togami express concern for you.

◊ After he’s done practically ranting to you, he sits down, exhausted and asks you a genuine question, “Are you alright now?”

◊ “Yes, thank you, Byakuya.” He tries to fight a blush at your gratification, instead scolding you more in defence, “If you ever pull shit like that again, I won’t be there to nurse you back to health.” You pouted at him, “But-” He suddenly pointed aggressively at the doctor who stood awkwardly at the door, the entire time you had been ‘fighting’, “They will.”

◊ im sorry its a bit messy

Makoto Naegi

BC(before candy)

“S-s/o..! You’re going to get sick- Slow down..!” Makoto pulled at the back of your shirt, tugging lightly to try and yank you away from your beloved sweets. “Makoto, remember the day you tried to destroy true love! You’re trying to take away my love! Like R-romeo and Juli-eurghregfhg-” You let out a belch, followed by a groan and a thud.

“S/o! Are you okay!?” Makoto rushed to your side, flipping you over so he could see your dazed out face. “M-makoto? ...Wow, this must be heaven because I’m seeing an angel.” Your eyes blinked, one awkwardly twitching open to try and mimic the effect of a wink. He chuckled bashfully at your strange sayings, “A-alright, time to- Woah!” His luck betrayed him yet again as he tried to stand up, instead tripping over a rock candy and falling on top of you.

He caged your tired body between his arms, them being the only reason why you weren’t squished by him. Somehow, when his hands hit the ground beside you, his elbows decided to betray him last minute, bending and pushing his head towards yours. ‘oh god- but I mean, I get to kiss S/o right-? No! Not like this, oh fiddlesticks-’ <- Makoto seconds before the crash :)

As Makoto kissed you, you were left unfazed(at first), the painful feeling in your stomach making you take a while to even register what had happened. But before you could even try and kiss back, he had already pulled away.

“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for that to happen, I-” You waved your hand at his panic dismissively, “Shhhut up princey, just kiss me..!” You spoke in between a fit of giggles, cradling his head to bring him back down closer.

“S/o, come on, we have to get you to the nurse’s office.” He persisted with concern, dodging your kiss and pulling you up to your feet instead. You slumped over his shoulder, leaning against him with all your weight. Leaning on him like this wasn’t very convenient; since he has a slightly smaller figure, you had almost knocked Makoto over, and so he just decided to carry you on his back. logic is 100

“Choo choo!” You thrusted your fist up in the air, making Makoto stumble a bit and grin at your silliness. “All aboard the Makoto train?” He peaked up at you, walking as he held conversation with you.

“Yesss! Go faster, Thomas the tank engine!” Makoto laughed nervously, “But that might be dangerous-” You brought your hands back to his hair, tugging it lightly but enough to hurt a tad. “I said giddy up, cowboy!” Makoto spoke through winces, “Okay, o-okay! Be gentle though, you might pull my hair out!”

AC(after candy)

◊ After Makoto brings you to the nurse’s office, he’ll most likely ask someone else to help you out instead of helping you out himself, since he has zero knowledge with medicine or any types of sicknesses.

◊ If you passed out, he’d kind of panic- Like, a ton. He doesn’t really know what it means when someone being passes out, but all he knows is that it’s definitely not good- a person falling unconscious in the middle of talking?? He understands being tired but, no one falls asleep that fast!

◊ Whilst he got someone to help you out, he’d stay with you the entire time, volunteering to help the school nurse.

◊ When you wake up from your sugar-coma, you find Makoto resting his head on your bed. Despite having class and being on time, Makoto couldn’t care less about it(actually, he forgot about everything else once he saw you go unconscious- mans has his priorities straight), he wants to make sure you’re alright before class anyway, or else he’d just be fidgety the entire class time, not being able to concentrate.

◊ After you wake up, Makoto goes to check you by putting his hand on your forehead(despite literally not knowing what it does, or how it helps, he secretly just wants to touch you to see if you’re alive and well-), and fusses over you.

◊ It’s really cute seeing him obsess over you and run back and forth to try and find the doctor and ask if you were alright.

◊ He doesn’t really scold you, but he does keep in mind never to let you loose around a shit load of candy.

◊ Never again.

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pfft-yikes · 4 years ago

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Hey I wanted to say I LOVE your work it's amazing but I was wondering can you make a Shino one I love him (even tho they ruin him in boruto) and can you make it where his s/o already lost her Virginia but he hasn't and he wants to lose it (sorry I am horny bitch :>) it's ok you don't want to do it but again your work is amazing keep it up.

Oh.. thank you!! ^^

AND

THANK YOU FOR ASKING ME TO DO ONE FOR MY

F A V O R I T E B U G B O Y

Don't worry, if I wasn't a horny bitch myself I wouldn't be thinking about these things all the time;; comrades!!!

This sounds like a fun prompt! not sure how she lost a whole state though

Shino: Pure! "Why? It's Yours." (SFW/NSFW)

Shino is really used to getting talked over by his more rambunctious friends, so he's a bit quiet

In that sense, it took a while for you to learn how to read him and what he wants

He's only ever unfurled his brows when kissing and hugging you LOL, what an angry looking man

He also exudes scary vibes when he notices other guys checking you out

Every time you visit his place, he makes sure that you get escorted by a few of his scouting beetles

All of these small things you notice are indications of how he feels and what he wants, and it makes you happy to see he cares

But there is something you can't really place

Lately he's been really quiet- even for him- and he seems..distracted you suppose?

He's very blunt, so

"Maybe if I just ask him.."

Shino, on the other hand, had been contemplating this "something" far longer than his s/o had thought

I.. Really want to do it with her.

But I don't want to pressure her into something she doesn't want..

I haven't done it before either, so she might be disappointed or think she'll be dissatisfied.

..I have to bring it up at some point.

All his bugs were nervous for him

The next time you saw him, you decided to muster up the courage to ask if something was wrong

"Um..Shino?"

"Yes?"

"Has..has something been on your mind lately?"

"Oh..I guess you caught on. It's probably best if we talk about this is private."*

Oh my God, this is it, he's breaking up with me isn't he

Shino has no idea how scary his words were*

Once you two were alone at home, he looked at you

Without thinking you panicked and blurted out

"A-ARE YOU GONNA BREAKUP WITH ME"

"Wh-"

"BECAUSE I-I REALLY DON'T WANT THAT"

"No, I-"

"DID I DO-"

*Confused swarming*

"I'm not breaking up with you."

"..B-But lately you've been-"

"It's because I get nervous about what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Oh. Then.. What's on your mind?"

You could've sworn you saw some bugs leak out

They were too nervous to stick around

Bastards, leaving me alone like this

"I.. Lately I've been trying to control myself. Every time I kiss you, I want to make it deeper, to make you melt. I want to touch you more, make it known that you're mine. I thought it was selfish, so I tried to restrain myself."

..Did I say too much out of nervousness?

My lovely bugs, please just eat me alive. I'm begging you.*

Although he's embarrassed, he looks like a real fucking G on the outside, straightfaced and everything*

"Shino."

Oh no, she h a t e s me.

"C-Can..we d-do it.?"

..h u h

NSFW

"Are..you sure? I'm new to this sort of thing, you know."

"That doesn't matter to me. What I care about is that it's w-with you.."

Oh no; she's cute

Don't look at me like that, I'll lose my composure too quickly

"If you're okay with it, then alright."

He took off his coat, and gently pushed you onto the bed

Oh my god, he's fit as fUCK? Like he isn't buff, but he certainly isn't a twig.

He starts kissing you rougher than usual, and starts leaving you hickeys and bites on your neck

He starts trailing down to your torso, giving you light nibbles on your inner thigh

Obviously Shino doesn't talk about sex with anyone, but he certainly fantasizes about what he wants to do to you

Now he can put his thoughts into action

You're right in front of him, after all.

He pulls your legs forward, gripping your thighs tightly

"I've always wondered how sensitive you'd be. I guess I can finally find out?"

He looks you dead in the eye, and lightly licks your slit

He picks up the pace after a while, and starts to suck and lick what seems to be your favorite areas, judging by your moans

He hummed a bit, and noticed that the vibrations of his voice makes you quiver

When you try to pick yourself up to stop him from making you cum, he pushes you back down with a free hand and keeps you there, humming a simple "no" into you.

He felt you tense up while cumming with his tongue. He knew he did a good job when he saw how much of a shaking mess you were.

There's no way in hell that this was his first time doing that, right? ShiT

You look up at him, watching as he licks his lips

"You taste good."

Shino starts getting giddy (unbeknownst to you), and leans on top of you

He lifts your leg and aligns his hips with yours

Feeling his dick rub against your clit >>>>

You feel him slowly push into you, your pussy feeling full

"If you're okay, I'll start moving now."

Fucks you slowly for a good 15 minutes, giving you kisses and hickeys on the leg he's been holding against his chest

Honestly you probably needed that cause he do be kinda big ♪

His dick twitches every time he feels you squeeze

His grunting and groaning: delectable

You called his name under your breath

This may have been a mistake but honestly; we all know it wasn't

He flips you over, raises your hips, and pushes your shoulders down to make a nice arch in your back for him

Then starts slamming into you until you practically forget how to speak correctly

*chefs kiss* m w u a h. Fucking immaculate.

"Say it again. Say my name. Scream it if you have to, I just want to hear it."

He lifts you on top of him so he could see your face while he pumps into you

He absolutely loves it

And the eye contact while you call out for him?

MmmmmmMMMM

You've already came too many times to count and you're a drooling mess, so your inner whore decided that now is her time:

Without thinking, you beg him to cum inside you

Shino is having a fucking meltdown, his brain broke

This is the first time you've ever heard him cuss:

"F-Fuck. I love you."

Behold:

Head empty!

A quaking mess with cum dripping out of her

This sight both engraved itself into Shino's memories, and embarrassed the fUcK out of him

His bug babies are so shocked with how this all went down

They'll never unsee what just happened today. N e v e r.

But they will forget, because bug memory. Teehee

The aftercare: god-like

Makes a fuss over how he shouldn't have lost control like that, asks if you want him to cook something for you, let's you wear his glasses

You both fall asleep together, and he holds you without even really realizing he's doing it

Moral of the story: Shino is a Dom, be wary of the quiet man

#shino #shino aburame #shino x reader #shino aburame x reader #headcanons #headcanon #x reader #shino headcanon #shino headcanons #shino aburame headcanon #shino aburame headcanons

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xtrashmammalstefx · 4 years ago

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Where My Demon’s Hide (A Zak Bagans x Nephilim Reader SMUT!)

WARNINGS: SMUT, LANGUAGE

SPECIAL THANKS TO: @xcazzax who not only gave me this idea but who has inspired me to maybe write Zak Bagans fics for each day of October (or at least try to). Thanks girly, for helping me get my mojo back. 😊

I arrived at the Asylum just as they were setting up the cameras. I've been with the GAC for a few years now and I have yet to have a boring day with them. They are and always will be my family. Aaron, was like a goofball older brother who smokes like a chimney, looks tough as shit but is actually chicken shit (not that that's a bad thing, lord knows I'm not brave when locked in a haunted room on my lonesome). Billy is my punk rock brother who has also not grown out of the punk/emo phase of life. Jay is the responsible one of the group (aka the dad) who sometimes looks like he's ashamed of having raised such dumbass kids. And there's Zak, the main man of GAC who is both crazy and beautiful. He wasn't afraid to get in an evil spirits face, and even opened up his home to those who were harming others in their old one's. It's that twisted generosity that has led to moments like these.

Aaron looked nervous and Billy seemed to not want to leave the van unless absolutely necessary. That only meant one thing.

“How is he?” I asked Aaron who was getting the equipment ready.

“Um, well...”

“ C'MON SHOW YOURSELF YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!” We heard Zak yell from inside the asylum.

“Oh,” I sighed. I swear it was like Zak attracted evil (and sometimes demonic) spirits like chocolate attracts a hoard of kids. Then again he was more than okay with investigating places with the most gruesome of histories. “I'll see if I can cool him down before the shoot. Just hang tight.”

“'Kay, good luck Y/N.” Aaron said.

I grabbed a flashlight from the van and walked in to the asylum. Zak was in the middle of reception area with a wild look in his eye. “Zak?”

He looked at me. “There's something here I-I know it!”

I looked around not seeing anything until my eyes landed on a shadowy figure hovering around Zak. Ah shit. “Zak it's not one of the residents,” I said. “One of your little friends is just being an asshole.”

The shadow looked up and snarled at me.

“Yeah I'm talking about you,” I rolled my eyes. “Now kindly fuck off before I hose your sorry ass down with holy water.”

It growled and vanished.

“Thanks,” Zak said calming down a bit.

“We really need to do something about this Zak,” I said. “You can't keep letting them get to you like that. It's how they win.”

“I know but...I don't know how else to keep them from hurting anyone,” he said. “From hurting you.”

“Well it's gone for now, and that's all that matters,” I said brushing his cheek with my hand. “Now are we just gonna chill in here or are we gonna investigate this bitch?”

He smirked. “C'mon my ghost whisperer let's get you a mic and a camera.” He threw his arm around my shoulders and escorted me back out of the asylum and to the GAC van.

Eventually the sun went down fully and the haunting hour was upon us. “Okay Y/N why don't you stay here by yourself for a bit and see what you can get.” Zak said when we reached the children's ward.. Sadistic fucker.

“Sure,” I said. He and the crew left and I sat down cross-legged on the ground and put my 'gift' to work. “Hello there. I was wondering if we could talk for a minute if that's okay.” I placed the spirit box on the floor in front of me. “You see this little box? Well if you talk into it I can hear you...er I mean the world will hear you. I for one don't really need it. So what do you say?”

“D-Do you know where my mommy is?” A small voice called out in the darkness.

I sighed. “No sweetie, I don't...what's your name?”

“H-Hazel,” she said.

“It's nice to meet you, Hazel, I'm Y/N,” I said. “Can you do me a favor and speak into this?” I motioned at the spirit box. “My friends really want to know you, and help you if we can.”

“R-Really? Wuh-What about Dr. Meanie?” she asked.

“Dr. Bronson can't hurt you anymore,” I said. “And if he tries, he'll have to deal with me.”

I suddenly felt a weight on my lap, like that of a small child snuggling up to mommy.

“I-Is this okay?” she asked.

“Yes, beautiful, it's fine.” I reached out and wrapped my arms around her. “God, how did such a sweet little angel like you end up here? This is no place for a child.”

“M-Mommy came here when I was still in her tummy,” she explained. “They took me away after I was born and I never saw her again.”

“Do you know how you ended up like this?” I asked. “You're awfully young to be as you are.”

“I-I got sick...Dr. Meanie wouldn't give me my medicine 'cause I slapped Tippy on the head for pulling my hair. One day I went to sleep, and...and suddenly I was invisible.”

“Have you tried to go into the light?” I asked. “I'm sure you'll find your mommy there, and someday I'll be there too.”

“I thought I saw it once but...I was afraid. Dr. Meanie tells us it's not safe.”

“It is safe,” I said. “I promise you it is a thousand times better than this place.” I wanted to say shit hole but I had a rule about cussing in front of kids, even the dead ones.

“It's in my room,” she whispered.

I sniffed back a tear and kissed the top of her head. “Go to it,” I urged her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, angels belong in heaven after all,” I said brushed her cheek and she giggled.

“Thank you, Ms. Y/M,” she said standing up and vanishing through the nearby doorway.

“Good bye sweet angel,” I said before turning off the spirit box and pausing my camera.

I left the ward and got Zak on the walkie. “Alright, I'm done.”

“'Kay I'm down in the basement if you wanna...WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Zak?” He didn't answer. “ZAK!?” Still nothing. I sighed. “Dammit.”

I took off running.

Down in the basement Zak was looking around and shouting like a madman. “Zak what happened?! What's going on?!”

“There was a shadowing standing right fucking next to me,” he said. I looked around and sure enough a tall shadowy figured hovered behind him.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” I snapped at it.

“My, my...” it said smugly. “Aren't you an interesting specimen.”

“Leave us alone, now!” I said. It laughed. “I'm not fucking around! Leave and never return to this sacred ground.” He flinched at the words I've said more times than I would like.

“Foolish woman,” he laughed. “This place is anything but sacred.”

“It wasn't in your time,” I said walking towards a nearby wall. “But now...” I took my bottle of holy water and dabbed some onto my hand. I then drew a cross on the wall.

“Is that all you got?” the demon scoffed.

I smirked. “Lesson number one in haunting,” I said taking out my small switchblade. I made a small cut on my fore finger and drew a symbol on the wall above the cross. A symbol no demon could fight against. “Don't piss off a Nephilim.”

The empty pits where it's eyes once were widened and a loud roar erupted from its mouth.

“I, Y/N, the daughter of Michael send thee to the house of thy uncle Lucifer...may he not have mercy on your soul.” The ground opened up and the shadow was swallowed by a wall of flames. “I hate fucking demons,” I muttered once it was gone.

Zak looked at me in shock. “Is there really never gonna be a time when this doesn't surprise you?” I asked.

“Nope,” he said snapping out of it.

“You feeling okay?” I asked placing my hand on his cheek.

“Yeah,” he said. “Thanks...”

“Anytime,” I said pecking him on the cheek.

We continued investigating and got plenty of evidence that made sleeping not an option for the next year.

That night we were hold up in a hotel. I couldn't sleep so once I was showered and jammied up I went for a walk. So many different things ran through my mind and I tried to sort them out as best I could. But then I heard the shouting...

“LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” Zak damn near roared. “For fucks sake!” I heard him cry.

I went up to his door and knocked furiously. “Zak it's me, let me in!”

“Not now Y/N,” he begged.

“Yes now,” I snapped at him. “I know there's someone there with you and I'm the only one who can help, so let me fucking in!”

A moment later the door opened and Zak stood there looking exhausted and just done with life. It was terrifying and heartbreaking. ..but it was nothing compared to what his friend looked like. It was a snarling beast with skin resembling that of a dried date; brown and shiny. It's arm was around Zak's neck, holding him in a choke-hold. “He is mine.” It said, it's voice deep and chilling.

“No,” I said. “No he fucking isn't!”

I wrapped my arms around Zak and the demon let go as though it had burned. “A daughter of Michael...why am I not surprised?”

“In the name of my father leave this place!” I demanded.

“Brave like your father...” It said. “Unfortunately you're as foolish as he is as well. Watch your back daughter of Michael for I am not the only one in this world and my brethren aren't as friendly as I...” Friendly. My. Ass.

“IN THE NAME OF MY FATHER LEAVE THIS PLACE YOU COCKAROACH LOOKING SHIT!” I demanded once more...this time he listened.

With the demon gone I pulled back. “It's gone.”

Zak nodded. “Which one was it?”

“I think it was one of the pests you picked up at Bobby Mackey's.” I explained helping him to his bed.

“I thought we got rid of all of them?” he asked.

“Yeah well it seems this conniving little fucker did a good job of hiding during the clean up,” I said. “You gonna be okay?”

“I think so,” he said. “But I'd still feel better if you stayed...if that's alright.”

“You don't even have to ask,” I said rubbing his back with my hand. “Jesus,” I gasped. “You're burning up!”

“I just had a hot shower...the tap might have been busted 'cause shit was that water scalding.” I rolled my eyes.

“It didn't burn you too bad did it?” I asked. He shrugged. “Alright off with the shirt.” He arched an eyebrow at me. “Not like that...I just wanna check for burns.”

He pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it aside. I crawled behind him on the bed and inspected his back. His skin was smooth, without so much as a scar. Even the tattoo on top was left unscathed. I leaned in and brought my lips to it. “You're good,” I said.

He turned around and our faces were suddenly closer than they've ever been. “Z-Zak?”

He said nothing...just leaned in and brought his lips to mine. So far in this brief life I've had four unforgettable nights.

The first was when I first met my dad when I was five. The second was when I found out what I was when I was thirteen...I felt at peace knowing everything I'd experienced finally made sense. The third was when I used my power to help the spirit of my best friend move on after a drunken asshole took her life. The fourth was the first time I went to Zak's house and gave him answers about the entities there.

And now...I was experiencing my fifth.

After a while Zak and I leaned back on the bed. His pants wound up joining his shirt, and eventually my clothes followed. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight as he pushed into me. I gasped. Like the rest of him, his length was pretty... thick.

I whimpered as he moved inside me. Our skin slapped together and he grunted with almost every thrust. I don't know how much time had passed but eventually I tightened around him, my toes curling up. “ZAAAK!!!” I moaned as my whole body tensed up.

Zak thrust a few more time, each time becoming more sloppy. “FUCK!” He groaned as he filled me up. He collapsed beside me and eventually sleep overcame us.

“I love you,” I whispered just before I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up needing very badly to pee. I tiptoed to the bathroom (not wanting to wake Zak) and relieved myself. When I got back Zak was sitting up with a confused look on his face.

“Zak?” I said sitting back down next to him.

He looked at me and tightened the blanket around his hips. “Y/N? WHAT THE FUCK?”

“What? What's wrong?”

“What's wrong? Are you fucking serious?” he said freaking out. “You're naked! FUCK, I'M NAKED! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!”

“Y-You mean you don't remember?” I said suddenly feeling uneasy.

“I remember coming back to the room after the investigation. I-I remember the inhumanly hot shower...then I saw this..this thing...next thing I know I'm waking up naked and raw.” My unease grew.

“I-I don't under...” I suddenly saw a dark, leathery skinned figure standing beside Zak's side of the bed. It had a sickening smirk on it's face.

“My brother was right, daughter of Michael,” it snarled. “You really are foolish.”

Realization hit me like a truck.

“SON OF A-!”

#zak bagans #zak bagans x reader #Smut #demons #nephilim #ghost adventures

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virtual-luvr · 4 years ago

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˗ˏˋMary, Midari, and Runa with an s/o who is a ghostˎˊ˗

Pronouns: gender neutral; they/them

Warnings: cussing. mentions of death, murder, suicide and a g>n-

Note: request by @massivewolfpandaknight thank you so much i love writing for kakegurui especially these girls!! Also marys is longer then all the other ones sorry😔 i tried to have more fun with this request too so i hope its still good :(

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Mary Saotome

First off, you met because of Yumeko

She was dragging you all over the school and at one point it was pissing you off so much you just decided to work your ~ghostly~ magic and get out of her grip

As shes lecturing you on acting normal, you're just staring at her with a black expression

"I dont see the problem"

"The problem is that we dont want everyone knowing your DEAD" she says ending her sentence with a sinister smile

It lowkey creeped you out

So you let out a sigh and give her a, "fine but dont drag me around like you did at our old school"

You actually died at the old school you used to go but you didn't have to stick at the school, you could go where ever

There weren't any boundaries lets say

So when Yumeko moved schools she dragged you with her and here you were now, pretending like you were still alive and not dead at all~

While you both were in deep conversation Mary came barging in asking "who in the hell is this bitch"

Sighing at her rude attitude you flick her forehead, your cold finger almost giving her a brain freeze and she stood in shock for a second.

"Who do you think you are" she says crossing her arms

What were you supposed to say to that, "a ghost???"

You mimic her actions and words in a high pitch voice

Yeah your relationship didn't start on the right foot

But hey after that whole meeting, you and Mary spent quite a long time together

Even though you fought a few times since her ego was so massive at the start of your relationship

But after a while she started opening up to you more and being nicer

Even going as far to be more affectionate to you and Yumeko noticed fast

Seeing as you were, very, oblivious

And didn't think anybody wanted to date you because you're a ghost, you thought nothing over her new actions towards you

At one point Yumeko just grabs you, brings you into a room, and tells you the truth

"Mary likes you, are you stupid? Oblivious or something? Go get her"

And as soon as you were in the room, you were out

As you stumbled out the door, Yumeko walking out calmly after you, Mary finds you

She looks between you and Yumeko, rasing her brow

Before leaving Yumeko says "no, nothing happened" winking at Mary and running away

You're still lowkey shocked at what Yumeko said

If you were alive, you'd probobly be blushing right now

"Heyyy Mary"

"What was that all about?" She asks, her cheeks puffed up a tiny bit

"Oh, it was nothing we were just talking"

"Didn't seem like just talking.." She mutters under her breath but you caught it

"Are you jealous??" You snicker out, getting closer to Mary step by step

As you walk closer and closer you basically have her pinned to the wall, blushing she just looks away from you

You smirk and give her a cheek a peck

She looks back with a shocked look on her face before giving you a smirk too

"Idiot, you missed"

Y'all kiss after that-

Honestly, she really doesent care that you're, dead-

She really likes when you pat her head or scratch her scalp since your fingers are cold

Flicking her forehead actually became a habit too-

You also have scheduled gambles and she gets mad at you if you say no sometimes

Midari Ikishima

To be honest, at first you wanted nothing to do with Midari

But she just kept on talking to you and annoying you

And even though the memory is blurry and hazy somewhere in between begging you to gamble with her and her being by your side twenty four seven

You started to get less annoyed by her

In the midst of starting a friendship with that girl you told her you were actually

And when you saw that glint in her eyes you got w o r r i e d

She almost tried to commit not alive on the spot

You screamed

Your reflexes were good enough and you took the g>n out of her hands

You tried to push her away but she fell on top of you in the process

Knowing her you knew she was going to say something that will not do good for you

So you panic and accidently go through the floor

You can hear her hit the floor even through the thick floor, it made you laugh but you wont tell her that

When you go back into the room shes actually knocked out

Did she really hit the floor that hard-

Either way you grab her unconscious body and take care of her until shes back on her feet

For once in your (after) "life" you see Midari calm

It was a very weird sight

She made you gamble with her once too

Never again.

You somehow one and she got too excited waiting for whatever punishment was going to happen next, she was on top of you at one point

You've also caught her in...compromising positions and you've ran out of that situation as fast as you could

She dreams of the day she can actually get you alone without you running away

It happened once, and that was the day you guys actually got together

She cornered you and you forgot all about your ghostly abilities for once

She pushes up to you and puts her face right in front of your face

"Why do you panic so much"

..what in the hell-

Since she's only met with your silence and your eyes aren't even meeting hers she gets a little impatient

She bonks you on the head with her g>n, not very lightly may i add

And as you open your mouth to protest she takes this opportunity to kiss you. After all shes been crushing on you for so long, not like you noticed though

You thought she chased everyone around

Im not going to act like the kiss went too smoothly, your teeth crashed with hers before you pulled away to give her an actual kiss

You grab her chin and give her a proper kiss this time, her g>n making a soft thud when it fell on the ground but you didn't pay much mind to it

After that she tries to kiss you as much as possible, sometimes more then kissing even when there are people around

Shes like one of those kids you have to put the animal backpack leashes, yeah you always need to check up on her before she does a disaster

When you joke about it she doesn't take it as a joke

So next time you see her at school with a leash in her hands you run away immediately

Runa Yomozuki

You guys met when she caught you trying to watch a gambling fight and didn't recognize you as a student there.

You guys met eyes and you just sat there like, "...hi :D"

She immediately starts questioning you, lollipop still in her mouth and you could barely understand half of the words she was saying-

When she notices you don't even care and you're just staring at the candy in her mouth she sighs and grabs another lollipop from her pockets

She hears you softly mutter, "i haven't had these in ages", shes a little confused

You just look up innocently and say, "oh im dead", when she gives you a questioning gaze

You're surprised when she doesn't start doubting your words-

She just goes "oh, makes sense" and walks away

You just sit there like, ?????

Also you might not have any taste buds

But you're still addicted to those lollipops

Anyways after that you make it your goal to annoy her as much as possible

And you do

For a few months actually

She usually shuts you up with a lollipop sometimes you annoy her by making the lollipop pass right through you

At one point she takes on a different method to shut you up and kisses your cheek, you sat there for a second and malfunctioned

She giggles at your reaction and does it a lot more

Doesent matter how many times she does it, you never get used to it

Your relationship kind of just blossomed

You guys didn't even notice any of it until one day you were staring at each other and kissed and you both just went "okay well we're dating now"

Everyone else barely knew about you so when they see Rona and you just kissing they're so confused

Rona doesn't even explain and you don't bother too either

She finds it funny

She giggles a little when you give her kisses since your lips are just as cold as you are

She now has to get even more candy since you both are obsessed and you steal her candy from her too

You pay back in kisses though

She likes it that way😌

She also likes to join you in scaring the students of the school

You guys do it in various ways but there are some that you like more

For example, sometimes she starts talking to someone and youll randomly appear right behind her and somehow that scares some of the students to death

Another one of your favorites is hiding behind a corner together and just waiting for people nearby and then yelling in their faces

Usually she goes first and after the person has calmed down you chime in and yell in their face too

[1699 words; aug/10/2020]

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 2 years ago

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I Need A (Girlfriend) Hero!

by LilaVaporizer9000

Damian looks at his notebook, scanning his research.

Combining what info the internet has provided on good romantic partners, along with some of his own preferences, she is statistically the best option.

“Hm. Yes, you will do.”

“Oh! Uhh… what?...”

Damian’s family are pestering him to be more of a normal teenager. He doesn’t want to be more of a normal teenager. The average teens he observes at school are brainless savages.

But his family is getting so annoying about it he’d do almost anything to get them to shut up.

His family want normal teen behavior? Fine. He’ll bring a girlfriend home.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

Marinette blinks. Ya know what? This might as well happen.

“Sure.”

Daminette as told through equally socially unaware messes, general misunderstandings of each other's skills and experience, and a total lack of awareness as to how many flowers are too many flowers.

Words: 6164, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Maribat - Fandom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45782623

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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seostudios · 4 years ago

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Aaaa I'm excited your taking nsfw a to z reqs again! Can I request yuta's? Hehe

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

yuta after sex is nothing lol, tbh baby’s too tired and frankly you are too so after letting you pee he craddles you in his arms. but if he was rougher than usual he will try to help you out.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

loves his fingers, he knows you do too so when he uses them on your cunt he also gets an ego boost

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

cumplay cumplay cumplay!!! this boy is so dirty he loves when to cum everywhere especially your boobs

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

his dirty secret aren’t a secret anymore (cumplay!!!!)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

very experienced off porn and past s/o’s

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

he loves missionary, seeing you under him just does something to him

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

serious, he may poke fun after but he’s serious and rough during sex. making sure to live up to his (slight) bdsm side

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

yuta is hairless. he tries his best to at least but every now and then you can see some hair

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

he’s romantic but sometimes he can be a real sadist

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

he doesn’t jerk off now that he has u but he used to masturbate like crazy

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

bondage. yuta loves seeing you tied up for him to play with, whether it’s overstimulation or edging

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

just like jaehyun, he loves the fun in getting caught and heard in the dorm rooms so he loves to fuck you against the wall- your moans evident to anyone on that floor.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

everything turns this man on if were being honest but you trying to show dominance does the trick; he adores your attempt but he loves to to put you back in your place never failing to work.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

vanilla sex is so boring to him, eveb lazy sex with yuta isnt vanilla. like sorry but if your boring like that yuta will not like to fuck you

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

giving is his specialty his skill is beyond expert and he loves absolutely loves seeing you shake underneath him, but receiving and face fucking you til you cry??? yes please!!!

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and rough is his best friend. he loves ramming into never too slow and soft always starting and ending with an impression on your horomones. but every now and then he likes to savour the moments with some soft and sensual thrusts,, always remembering to switch to hard and deep after

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he loves them; quickies everytime he sees you visit him. in the bathroom, closet, changing room, studio, dance practices everywhere

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

yuta doesn’t need to take risks since he knows what his likes and dislikes are but he will if you wan to try it out if you want to

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

i cant even count, his stamia-fuck,,, how long can YOU last?

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

any toys, loves seeing you shake under him with vibrators and dildos with your hands tied

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

a little too much for his own good, probably came in his pants a few times from teasing you for too long

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

loud and doesn’t give a fuck. will fuck you and make sure he’s probably as loud as you with his moans and cuss words

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

mafia!yuta is forever a concept

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

long but not too thick

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

higher than johnjae in that one video

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

quick baby falls asleep before you come back from your usual piss after sex

was this good enough? i’m sorry if it wasn’t i can try to make it up if you want just request me a yuta scenario

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poormeowmeowcollector · 4 years ago

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First Kiss, But Not On The Lips

Pair: Tony/ace!Loki (platonic)

Warnings: mentions of insomnia, nightmares, panic attack, isolation and alcohol.

Notes: Basically, the idiots in love trope is my favourite. Tony is a bi mess, Loki doesn't care about a thing (or cares about too many things), Thor is a himbo and Steve is trying. Also, yes, Loki has the ace ring (and a pride flag in his room) and he legally cannot sit like a normal person. And Steve lost the bet because he didn't expect Tony to find out about his crush on Loki within a month.

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"You know what, I get it. We all deserve second chances and blah blah blah, but can't Loki redeem his name on another solar system? What about Jötunnheim? He did a genocide there too!" Tony argues. At least he moves past the redeem part.

"I told you they would not accept me," Loki sighs at Thor, trying to appear stoic. But Tony sees the disappointment in him. Because he knows how to spot it in the mirror.

"Fine, he can stay for a month as a testing period. But if he causes trouble, he's gone," Steve decides. He loves speaking out the decisions even though no one will disagree.

And Thor smiles widely and hugs his brother. But Tony can still see the disappointment in Loki.

~~~

Sleeping is hard while knowing he's in the same building. Tony expected it, but it's still annoying.

"You know he was a victim too, why are you so afraid?" He asks himself but no answer is given.

He knows he won't be able to sleep, and there is a broken suit waiting for him in the lab.

Well, if he's about to pull an all nighter, he better be productive.

~~~

Tony had gotten his all nighter on a schedule. He would wait until Steve is asleep, go to the lab, and return to his bed only one hour before Steve wakes up. Of course and they all noticed his dark circles and moodiness, but he would blame nightmares and get away with it. Not that he was lying.

And, apparently, Tony is not the only one with sleeping issues.

Thor was claiming that Gods don't need sleep or nutrition. But Thor is also a sleeper and eats every time like it's his last time. But Loki doesn't. He barely touches whatever food is placed in front of him or drinks a little water and he looks more sleep deprived than Tony. But no one has the guts to say to a thousand years old powerful cranky god to go sleep or to eat, not even Thor.

And he doesn't talk. It's been days since his voice was heard. Thor doesn't like it, but the few times he mentioned it or tried to get Loki to speak or take part in a talk, he only got a glare. And Tony still doesn't know how Thor still makes Loki even get out of his room.

~~~

Once again, Tony is working on a new suit, during his favourite inhuman hours. Because two things come out at 3am, the devil and Tony Stark.

But the first dude is not helping Tony with the non functioning leg that's driving him insane.

"It's not going to work," Someone comments from the lab's door. Who the hell is up that late?

"Excuse me?" Tony turns around, only to face Loki leaning against the door frame.

"Remaking the joint to resemble a human's is not going to work. You need less strength and more flexibility, probably even another material," Loki explains, staring at Tony. He makes a small nod. Loki then straightens himself and walks closer.

"You know about mechanical engineering?" Tony asks.

"Science, magic, it's all the same on Asgard… and I happen to be the Master of Magic, and therefore…" He trails off, something sad blooming in his eyes. Homesickness, Tony recognises with ease.

"Alright, so, how do you think we'll make it work?" Tony asks, a grin on his face. But instead of answering, Loki just lifts his sleeves and grabs a wrench.

Tony watches as Loki plays with the machine—he looks more like he plays than like he's repairing something—and uses his magic to change the elements on the materials, green glows appearing and disappearing. And, after the five minutes it took him, the leg is perfect.

"Wow…" Tony whistles. Loki grins and sits on the working table, spinning the wrench on his fingers.

"It will probably last for a millennium or two," He shrugs, like it's something easy. And Tony is more impressed.

And they go on with the suit, finishing it before it's time for Tony to go and pretend he's sleeping. And Tony would use this time.

"Well, I didn't know you're good at engineering," Tony trails off. Loki shrugs in response, again sitting on the table with his legs in lotus position.

"You never asked,"

"Yeah, sorry about that. You are just too…" He suddenly can't find the word.

"Cold?" Loki asks, raising his eyebrows at Tony.

"Reserved is how I would phrase it, actually," Tony responds, making Loki hum.

"You know what, nevermind. I'm asking now. What do you like? What don't you like? Just rumble about things," He decides, big brown eyes staring at Loki. And he responds with another shrug.

"I don't know… it is quite late, so I'll probably head to my bed. Good morning, Stark," He jumps up and leaves, before Tony can even think of stopping him.

Right, he's just waiting for people to ask…

"So… Do you remember the rumble offer? Cause it still stands," Tony eyes Loki. And Loki responds with a smile.

~~~

The next morning, Loki didn't appear. Thor explained that he crashed on the bed. And it must be the hell of a sleep because he got out of his room three days after. Again, while Tony was working on a suit.

"Hey, wanna help?" Tony yells at Loki as he walks outside of the lab. And Loki nods a yes and gets to work.

"Still not sleeping, Stark?" He asks, his smart eyes pinned on the helmet of the suit.

"No rest for the wicked," Tony smiles. Looks like he's more talkative now that he's fresh.

"Tell me about it…" He sighs. Then, he grunts a bit, probably gotten hit by some remaining electricity.

Tony hadn't noticed before how pretty Loki's smile is.

And Loki takes the opportunity and starts to talk. Tony learns a lot about Loki during the Great Rumble. Dandelions are his favourite flowers, thanks to the Æsir library he became an encyclopaedia of random fun facts (even took it far enough to share some), he's a cat person, he loves classical music or music without lyrics, and then he starts sharing some stories of him and Thor as kids.

But Tony notices other things too. He noticed that Loki's eyes seem to glow when he talks about things that make him happy, he moves his hands around, he has this cute little smile that makes his face shine. And when he talks fast, his Nordic accent slips out—just some trilled 'r's or some harder sounds—and he also has a stutter that slips out. And Tony finds all of those so beautiful, but he can't say it.

"Your turn," Loki says. And Tony freezes.

Because his mind is nothing but simping for Loki, right now.

"I… em… Ya know, I…" He mutters, trying to think of something. But, Goddamnit, those shining green eyes pinning on him and waiting are so distracting.

"I'm actually bisexual, but more attracted to women than men," He snaps, finally finding something. But what if Asgard is not so accepting? Earth is having issues with those things and those guys live in the middle ages.

"Oh, nice," Loki shrugs after noticing Tony's brief pause. And it's enough to relax Tony.

"And… Dammit, this is so hard… I like cheeseburgers?" He squirts. "I don't know, can't think of something right now… when something pops up, I'll let you know," He gives up and rubs his nose bridge.

"No worries, you're hot anyways,"

Loki grins after seeing how red Tony's face became. And Tony clears his throat in hope of containing himself somehow.

"Alrighty… How's the helmet going? Tony moves the subject away. He sees Loki short-circuiting for a long moment, before remembering what they are doing here and grabbing back the helmet.

"It won't let me fix it… whenever I try to do something to the source of the issue, I get striked," He answers.

"Have you tried plastic gloves?" Tony asks, not even looking up from the hand he's oiling.

"For the helmet?" Loki asks, his eyebrows furrowed at Tony.

"For your hands, you idiot!" Tony screams, his head snapping heavenwards. Why did he agree on this?

"Fine, fine… Norns, dauðlegir eru svo stuttir í skapi... —Norns, Mortals are so short tempered…" Loki mutters under his breath.

"You know JARVIS can translate from Old Norse to English, right?" Tony snaps.

Loki shrugs and leaps into the working table and walks across it with three big steps, jumping back down with grace and opening shelves to find the gloves.

"They won't fit," He yells at Tony.

"Whatcha mean they won't fit?" Tony yells back.

Loki jumps on the table again and ends right behind Tony.

"I mean, they won't fit. They're too small," He answers to Tony's ear. Tony has learned how much Loki loved climbing on furniture, so he just turns around instead of jumping around and cussing at the God.

"Come on… how big are your hands?" He asks. Loki grabs Tony's hand and places his palm against his own. Tony's fingers were beginning on Loki's second joints, his fingers long and thin. And Tony licks his lips, because he knows what big hands mean…

Stop being horny over deities, you idiot! It didn't end well with Jesus and it won't end well with this one too! The, usually silent, voice of reason reminds him.

"Maybe you can magic them into fitting…" He suggests. Loki nods and stretches the left glove with his right hand, a green light making it bigger as he slides his hand inside.

"Thank you, Stark…" He smiles and climbs back on the table, eyes pinned on the helmet as he's playing with the screwdriver. It's been two weeks since he came here, and he still uses only last names. But when Clint called him Odinson, Thor, Steve and the Hulk had to physically hold Loki from snapping the archer's neck. And no one dares to call him Laufeyson or even think about it.

"Hey," Tony snaps. Loki flinches at the sudden noise but composes himself right after. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya," Tony apologizes.

"It's fine… What do you want to ask?" Loki shrugs one shoulder, placing the helmet on his right and the screwdriver on his left.

"Why do you call everyone by their last name but don't want to be addressed as so?" He asks.

"I'm not anyone's friend, and first names feel too familiar for such a situation. And, I won't stay for a long time…" He answers, the livid glow in his eyes fading just so.

"And, your last name?"

"I don't have one…" He whispers, with what Tony recognises as shame in his voice. Tony frowns and walks closer, staying outside of Loki's personal space.

"But you're Thor's brother and he's an Odinson," He studied his words before speaking. The last thing he wants is to trigger Loki, even as an accident.

"On Asgard and Jötenheim, last names work differently. You choose the name of the parent who you are closest to and then add the -son, -dottir or -barn. But Odin and Laufey were not close at all, and Frigga could help but she chose to keep me at arm's reach. So, no last name…" Tony can see how Loki was trying hard not to show emotions, but he is so close to breaking.

"You know, with this logic, only Thor has a last name. Don't tell Steve, but Howard was a first class terrible father. Steve's dad abandoned him and his mother, after beating the poor woman. Clint's parents made him run away and go to the circus. Natasha was given her name in the Red Room, she doesn't know who her parents are. And Bruce's was violent too. The only people with decent parents are Thor and JARVIS." Tony should move the topic away, but he didn't. At least he tries to patch it up on the last bit.

"And Dum-E," Loki adds, with a barely visible smile. A fake one. Tony hears the robot's joints moving as he lifts his upper part.

"And Dum-E," Tony agrees with a smile, and the robot makes a few happy noises. Loki laughs.

"You know, he says he loves you," He turns to Tony.

"If that's so, he earned some nice oil," Tony grabs the oil and applies some to Dum-E's joint. It doesn't stop making those mechanic noises and when Tony is over, Loki's smiling at him from the table.

"He still says he loves me, right?" Tony asks. Loki makes a slight nod, not abandoning his small smile.

"And that you are the best dad," He adds. Tony laughs and pets Dum-E before heading back to the table. But he still won't get too close to Loki, he is very strict with his personal space.

Loki grabs back the helmet and starts poking it around with the tool, now ignoring Tony.

"So, you don't feel like talking, huh?" Tony asks.

"If you mean the topic you want to talk about, then no," Loki snaps, not raising his eyes. Tony nods, he knows better than invading Loki's personal space.

And Loki didn't open his mouth for the rest of the night. The next morning, he would pretend nothing happened, but Tony would see how something changed in him. How his eyes darkened and his face became colder.

~~~

The next night, Loki is even more grumpy. So, Tony avoids speaking, or making anything that has even the slightest chance to irritate him.

"You're scared of me…" Loki finally speaks, his voice soft like a whisper and his fingers playing with the black ring on his ring finger. Tony looks up from the metal glove he's making to stare at Loki.

"Should I be scared?" Tony asks, careful not to say the wrong words.

"You are too picky about what you do around me. Why not do that if not because you are scared?" He answers. And this is where Tony lets himself frown and talks without thinking.

"Maybe because I don't want to make you feel bad?" He lets his words come out without filters. And Loki raises his eyebrow at it.

"Well, you don't lie about it. But why are you so dedicated to this?" He narrows his eyes and crosses his hands, body leaning towards Tony.

And now, he can't answer. Why does he care so much? It's not that they're old friends like with Rhodey or ex-s but still friends like with Pepper. They're not even teammates. Loki said it himself, he will leave after the one month Steve gave him.

So, why does Tony care so much?

"Hmm, nice answer…" Loki snarls and looks away, playing again with the other hand of the suit.

"You're a cold son of a whore, you know that?" Tony spits, his eyes stabbing Loki. He now raises his glare again, but he looks more confused than before.

"I beg your pardon?" He blinks.

"I try to be decent towards you, okay? The reasons behind it don't matter. Could be fear, guilt, interest, it means jack. And you question me on how I dare be decent towards you and why and what I want from you! You know what, I have a question for you. Why can't you accept being treated as a normal person? Are you that messed up in the brain or you just love so much being alone and miserable?" Tony lets his thoughts come out as they are, not giving a care how much they will hurt Loki. But the moment he sees Loki's reaction, he regrets it.

The room gets cold enough for Tony to see his breathing. Loki leaves the tools and the metal hand beside him and locks his feet on a tight fatal position, his hands on his face and pulling some hair with enough strength to pull them out and his shoulders rising and falling too fast.

And Tony knows what this means… It means he messed up badly.

"Crap! Hey, buddy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean those things…" He sprints closer. Loki raises his hand towards him, a green glow erupting from it and sending Tony flying to the other side of the lab.

Loki mutters something to this in Old Norse, before jumping up and leaving, his feet shaking as he was trying to walk towards the exit. But he manages to vanish in the dark corridor anyways.

And this time, Tony definitely messed up the worst way possible.

~~~

For the next two weeks, Loki doesn't get out of his room. And it only makes the knot in Tony's stomach grow tighter. He asks Thor all the time how Loki is, if he eats, if he sleeps, if he needs something. It's a wonder Thor hasn't grown tired of the constant questioning. And the answer is always the same, "I don't know, he won't let me in,".

And if everyone on the tower has learned something about Loki, is that things are bad when he keeps Thor at arm's length.

Tony wants to go and check on Loki himself, but he bets his right hand that Loki will spit curses at him, and he has every right to do so. So, he has to settle down on annoying Thor and worrying with him.

"You know what? It's my fault," Tony admits to Thor the night before Loki leaves. And Thor furrowed his eyebrows.

"What do you mean?"

Tony explains everything that happened that night, and Thor smiles with sympathy and touches Tony's neck.

"You were right on your words, that's why Loki reacted like this. He doesn't want people to know too much about him… But he won't be mad at you." He answers.

"But, why do I care so much? We barely know each other…" Tony asks.

"Have you thought of love?" Thor suggest. Tony is about to smack Thor for saying something like this, but it makes sense.

"Do… you don't happen to know if he's queer, right?" Tony makes the big question.

"I know very few Æsir who are not your definition of queer, but Loki was never open about those things. You better ask him…" He shrugs.

Well, Thor has a point. But Tony can't exactly ask Loki what his sexuality is while he's like this. So, he better wait till it's time.

"Thank you, Point Break…" Tony pats Thor's back. And then, JARVIS yells at them that Steve wants everyone in the central room.

And there is everyone here, even Loki. Well, an emotionally drained and mentally exhausted Loki, but he's there.

"As you know, your month has passed…" Steve begins talking, his Captain Voice on. Loki nods and lowers his shoulders to appear smaller.

"I'll be on my way, then…" He mutters, voice low and breaking. Steve wants to smile, but Loki's reaction stops him.

"So, you don't want to be an Avenger?" He lets his Captain mask fall, eyeing Loki with worry. And every single one of the Avengers is now doing the same. Tony hadn't realised that this antisocial emo little God had become so popular.

Loki lets his lips make a smile so big Tony bets it hurts like hell.

"You mean I can stay?" He asks, his voice now louder and livid.

"Can't see a reason to kick you out," Steve smiles too.

And Loki drags him to a hug tight enough to break the poor soldier in half, smiling like a sunbeam and rumbling thank you again and again.

"Alright, can you let me breathe?" Steve wheezes. Loki makes a small oh sound and lets go of the hug.

"Sorry, Steve," He hums, not breaking eye contact.

"Steve? Where's the "Rogers"?" Clint asks, his eyebrows raised and his hands signing along even though he wears his hearing aids.

"Well, since I'm about to stay, there's no point in calling you with your last names, is there?" Loki shrugs.

"Alright, you know what we need? A party. Who's with me?" Tony claps his hands and yells, glad to see everyone agreeing.

~~~

Apparently, being an alien God makes you hold your liquor a lot. Tony knew about Steve, but he didn't expect those two to have this stamina as well.

But Thor has started losing his balance and yelling at everyone how much he loves them in Old Norse and Loki's accent and stutter are showing, but he is just sitting on the bar and watching over the chaos.

This is your chance. He's happy and drunk enough, what could possibly go wrong? Tony thinks and stumbles towards Loki before he sits on a tall stool.

"So, are you having fun?" He asks, smiling at Loki and sipping on his scotch. It's fine, he's done this countless times before and he can do it now.

"It's quite nice, yes…" Loki hums, now turning to face Tony.

"And, em… Sorry about the other night… It was too much, should have been midler on ya," Tony mumbles, trying not to lower his eyes and break eye contact. Loki makes a soft nod.

"It's fine, you don't have to apologize… And you were quite right about some things…" He gives Tony a small smile as he talks, making him relax his shoulders a bit a mouth a thank you.

"And I wanna tell you something… I also talked to Thor about it… And I think… No, I'm pretty sure I have a crush on you. And, that's why the care and stuff…" Tony rumbles, his eyes big as he searches for reaction. But Loki stays untouched.

"I am… flattered… But I'm also asexual," He breathes out, staring back at Tony for a reaction.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't want to make it uncomfortable…" Tony rushes to apologize. Couldn't he see the black wedding ring? It's a symbol of asexuality!

"You know, things can work out platonically. I mean, you do start to grow on me…" Loki responds, smiling just a bit.

"Really? I mean, you don't mind?" Tony grins at the response, his eyes big at the God. Loki shrugs.

"Yeah, If you are okay with not getting laid with me…"

"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!" Tony gives Loki an ear to ear smile and grabs his right hand, kissing gently the black ring.

Loki's cheeks and ears get bright red and he bites his lower lip. Tony is quick to let go of his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable…" He chunters, now lowering his glare and playing with his glass.

"It was… nice…" Loki whispers, most likely to himself. But Tony still snaps his head up.

"Seriously?"

"Yes… And…" The red blush appears back in his cheeks as he fidgets with his sleeves. "It was the first time someone kissed me…"

"No way!" Tony exhales.

"I know, embarrassing…" Loki bites his lip again, breaking eye contact.

"I'm actually honoured. Not a lot of humans had the chance to steal the first kiss of a God, you know," Tony grins, hoping the joke is not that bad.

Loki reacts with a snorting sound and a light punch on the ribs, that sends Tony straight to the floor and makes the glass scatter in pieces.

"Oh, dear, are you alright?!" Loki squirts at Tony.

"I think I need a safeword…" Tony grunts.

He is sure that Loki will grimace on the joke, but instead, he giggles like a highschool girl.

"Most definitely yeah," He sighs, handing over an identical glass with the one they broke.

From the back of the room, no one sees Thor laughing as Steve sighs at the view of Loki and Tony and handing over the twenty dollars of the bet.

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hetalia-has-a-secretary · 3 years ago

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Imagine a scenario, where the country representative develops romantic feelings towards their soldier, who 100% loves them back, but thinks about it as "I-its just a patriotic love, r-right??" And what's worse, it's a wartime, and the soldier is so loyal, that they're willing to die for their country with no regrets like a hero, without realizing how much it might hurt representative's heart. Even though the victory is extremely needed, (c/n) can't leave their soldier to sacrifice themselves, but they can't be together all the time either (cuz soldier is a mortal human, and country.. is a country). Note that they probably won't confess to each other until the war ends. (Or until some dramatic event, if you choose an angsty route)

So.. what do you think about it? I'd ask you to make axis&allies hcs on this, but I think it's a way too much xD You may choose any of countries you like to explore this~

This sat in drafts too long. I apologize for getting caught up in the Headcannons so much that I'd didn't do the exact thing you asked for... (I have a habit of doing this and I'm extremely sorry) but if the countries heard news that their soldier was injured they'd all 100% fight to get to them. I also changed the scenerios up a little For each country because it just fit better for the Headcannons. I.E I had a scenerio in my head, and it leaked all over the ask :3

Trigger warnings: Blood, mentions of violence, and amputations, minor mentions of alcohol. (If I missed anything let me know!)

Allies and Axis x Treasured!Soldier: Battle Scares.

Allies:

America:

The amount of panic set in was unbearable.

It was bad enough he had to painfully separate himself from England, but to hear news that he might lose his best soldier?

No, they were more than that, but he was so busy with the war he forgotten all but how he truly felt.

Even more so, he had to distance himself because a country and a human love was (at this time) unheard of.

He tried but seeing them laying on a dirty table, whiskey in hand to numb the pain, that was the final straw.

Running over and fighting past the nurses and doctors he stood at their side, caressing their face.

"Sir? Why are you here. I can still hear the gunfire. They're closing in on us..."

The soldier's illusions did nothing to stop Alfred from spilling his emotions to a mostly drunk, and badly injured human.

The worst pain came from the lack of response, and being pulled away from their table side.

Back at the main base of operations he was too distracted to be drinking over a victory.

To him, it was still worth the freedom, but not worth the loss.

Then it burned him at how many others felt this pain.

His head spun from the alcohol, but not being fully drunk, he was hyper aware of the whole place that had gone silent.

Looking around for the cause of the broken happy atmosphere he spotted his beloved soldier, crutches under each arm, and missing a leg.

Yet they still gave him the biggest smile.

"Was I not invited to the celebration?"

England:

"Too soon" he thought, no he begged to whatever cruel god would allow this to happen. How his soldier became cannon fodder was beyond him, but he's going to best the life out whatever general allowed them to go the first wave of attack.

Not only were they badly injured, but they were still somewhere in enemy territory. The other soldiers couldn't find his top combatant, but England is.

He was gone for hours, even if he found them dead, bleeding out, or worse they would be found.

Meanwhile the rest of his army grew sick with either guilt, or shame for not trying harder.

Back out on the field, underneath fallen trees and broken up rocks laid his gem.

His gem. He tried to avoid it. Tried to sweat it off as admiration, but it was to no avail.

Heart sinking, he screamed and hollered as he dug out the fallen soldier from the rubble and debris.

Soft groans made his heart flip as his treasured soldier shifted.

"shh, shh, shh, shhh- do not move love."

He tried to quiet them, but what they said next surprised him.

"Love, huh? I can't tell you how long I've wanted to hear you call me that..."

Blush across both faces, they made it back to base.

Since then his feelings towards them had grown, and he had them the new general of his army, that way they were able to stay as close as possible.

France:

This was the worst case scenario.

Everyone was celebrating in the mess hall, the final victory was won, but something was off.

When he realized his top soldier was MIA from the party his face paled. Panic setting in, he rushed around and questioned everyone.

How where they not accounted for? His heart ached and body was shaking viciously as he went to check their room.

Nothing. His soldier was nowhere to be found.

Tonight was the night he was planning on flooding a private room with his feelings towards them. But now...

Then it dawned on him to check the infirmary. He almost regretted it.

Sat up right, bandage on their side they sat. Alone.

He rushed over asking a thousand questions. Why, how, what.

He was surprised and utterly ticked off when they told him they had hidden their wounds, and had fixed themselves up.

He still had someone check them over, just in case. Despite their proper knowledge of these kind of wounds.

He wanted to say it. How heavy they made his to give feel, and how fast his heart would beat.

But he refused to cause any more strain to them. For now, they drank and ate in private. Plans of a new tomorrow giving them both reassuring hope.

China:

He froze, the enemies retreating.

All around him his men cheered but his heart lumped up in his throat as he darted over to a figure a few feet away.

The battle was exhausting, and a good handful of his calvary had fallen. Including his soldier, and close friend.

They had given a shrill shriek moments before the battle was won, and China couldn't see where they were through the fighting. Not until the enemy cleared way did he see them on their knees. A blade embedded in their back.

Once he rushed over the others followers through and it was a team effort to get them somewhere safe to examine them.

He was now under the assumption that his fighter was not going to make it to sun rise.

But he did not leave their side. He was not going to let them die alone, and though they faded out of consciousness, he took his time filling their ears with his confession.

Chokes and tears filling his eyes he laid his head and slept.

Then morning came. He stirred but refused to look up at the body that rested before him.

That is until he heard a faint snore.

His face flushed and he sprung up, almost missing the fact their hand had made it's way into his. A silent acceptance of his feelings.

Russia:

The blood spilled from the enemies as he easily cut open into everyone of them. His anger raging inside him.

Part of him recognized his blood lust, the rest of him not understanding why.

The only thing that gave away to his true feelings was the tears that tricked down as soon as he saw his soldier staining the snow with their own blood.

Moments and blinding rage passed quickly as he stayed worldless, carrying his favored human to the closest infirmary.

He sat by their side as the nurses and doctors worked at them. Refusing to move, and dare they fail him, punishment would be considered.

Dark violet eyes hummed with regret, hatred, and sadness.

If anyone had stared long enough they would see the broken breaths he had, the only sign of his inner emotions.

He did not want to lose something- someone so precious to him. To be left alone and so quickly after building trust between them was more than he could bare.

The gasps and coughing of his soldier stirred him, and he rose from his chair.

They coughed up blood, and cussed. Eventually they gave Russia the news that they had been unconscious, but not too badly hurt, but complete recovery would take time.

He nodded and thanked them for their work and left. The only sighs of his true affection was the rich delicious food and paper flowers that would show their way to the soldier's room.

Yet the war wasn't done yet, so Russia had plenty of time to figure out his own feelings, and hoped that his soldier would help him with that.

Axis:

Germany:

Hands dug into the fabric on his knees. He was side by side with his soldier, yet somehow some stray debris had found its way into their arm, almost severing it.

He was also injured, but not as badly. His knee was scrapped up but that pain was nothing as he was forced to watch his top soldier squirm and writhe in pain as their arm was... Taken.

He wasn't allowed past the curtains, his own wounds needing to be addressed.

The only comfort he could offer was his words of pride, and praises for their courage. He knew it wasn't enough to help them as the screaming stopped, and he felt a creeping fear grow stronger. Concern over their life taking over.

Moments went by, and he was finally allowed up, so he waltz right past the curtains and stood beside their linen bed.

Grabbing a washcloth and water, he softly cleaned up what was left of the blood, both on the bedding, and on the outskirts of their less brutal wounds.

He would take care of them when the others couldn't. He would be the reason they would recover, he had to be.

The day they fully came too, they requested to see him specifically.

It was Germany who was in shock of their confession.

"I needed to get it off my chest, guess that meant the arm had to go too..."

They laughed and he almost choked on his tears as they asked for a hug. He obliged.

From there on out Germany kept his own promise to make sure their life was worth living for. With or without mutual feelings.

Japan:

He's never touched anyone before. But this was a dire situation. His general, and most valued fighter, had been struck down by the cares, and was bleeding badly.

Japan had managed to fight off the enemies ambush, and was ripping sleeves and excess fabrics to stop the blood flow. The sounds of his close friend echoing through the trees shook his core.

He struggled carrying him to a medic, and his concern never waivered.

He almost walked away, unable to handle their screams as their wounds were treated.

He decided to tough through it anyway.

In that time he reflected over the situation, and he didn't realize the tears that had fallen. He wiped them away as best as he could. But the memory of their skin against his hand had set forth an unfamiliar urge.

It wasn't anything romantic, but the desire to protect them had increased, and it took him weeks after they started healing to come to his senses and admit his feelings.

The air was silent, and if felt stale. What was being asked felt almost forbidden.

Almost.

Italy:

White flags, after all, were just white flags. And some enemies did not take treaties lightly.

With Italy being under control of another country, his own army had suffered greatly. His heart weighing heavier with each loss, or vanished person.

But the one that hurt the most was a soldier he had praised time, and time again for risking their lives when he,.or the others couldn't.

A few scratches here and there were almost normal, but one day they had returned badly wounded.

Italy felt a surge of panic and fear as he ordered anyone to help treat their wounds.

His guilt for not staying closer grew with each passing second. He grew depressed as days went by. His soldier not arousing from their slumber.

Then one day they were gone. Confusion and hurt swelled within him.

He was close to just accepting the fact he just lost someone he had come to love, and almost openly.

He grew more fond of all the rejected passes and flirtatious remarks he gave his soldier. It was a little cat and mouse game for them both. But you can only play with fire for so long.

Then the door to their safe space swung open. His dear soldier at the door way, an enemy map in hand, blood on their shirt, and a smug grin in their face.

They had successfully infiltrated enemy lines, and came back with an advantage.

Italy wasted no time holding them, regardless of the others, and whispered his love to their ears. His solider promising to submit to his past affections and remarks as soon as they have more time to breathe and rest.

Yeah- y'all thought I wasn't going to get this sappy. Y'all thought wrong~ (just kidding I got super sucked up in this prompt I don't think I answered it correctly but ya know what. The sappiness stays!). Ignore literally any and all inaccuracies Because I know nothing about history or how armies work. These scenerios are purely created to fit the prompt and my style of writing so... There.

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