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shadowjax · 2 years ago

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The Dragon’s Blade

Sore Muscles

A03

Natasha Romanoff x reader/oc

Maria Hill x oc

Oneshot

“You’re tense.”

52 “I’m sorry you had to see me like that.”

“I’ll have no choice but to find someone else.”

Warnings: hurt/comfort

A/N: Taking some time off writing the main series cuz of school, I want it to be put together and make sense. So for now enjoyed these shorts.

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You’ve never seen Natalia so stressed before, whenever you’d approached she'd just snap and you’d walk away. Clint advised you to find a new approach, saying you have to physically move her from her seat. She’ll never admit it out loud, but she wanted you to carry her to bed and do nothing but cuddle while watching movies. Having the weight of the world on one’s soldiers didn’t make rest easy, others have it worse and she’s lucky enough to even get the bare minimum of sleep.

After a moment to collect yourself you sucked up a breath and made your way to her desk. The only light was illuminating off the computer. Crumpled papers brushing against your shoes in the closet you moved into the room. Paper coffee cups were scattered around the desk and she was hunched over in her chair. Her hair was a tangled mess, finger tips flat from typing, back hunched over, and her usual scent overpowered by sweat. The hues of the various screens lit the spacious room.

“You're tense.” Your statement caused her to pause for a moment then went back to typing on her computer. Her silence pulled at your heart from where you stood. One quick move and you turned off the computer, that got her attention. Her eyes were red, dark circles standing out under her pale skin, face a bit skinnier than usual, and her forest green eyes were now mossy.

“And you’re distracting me.” Her words were cold but left no effect. Refusing to look at you she began to reorganize her desk a bit.

“Everyone is worried. I’m worried.” Her well being was your well being, guilt washing over knowing she’s been working non stop while you were resting.

“Keeping the world safe does not give us the luxury to relax when others have it worse. You all know what this job requires.”

Candles spread around lit up the area, the smell of apple cinnamon filling the room. Gentle music played in the background, a simple harp with the sounds of a river flowing. You gently tossed her onto the bed and began to remove some of her unnecessary layers, leaving her in a tank and sweatpants. Feeling her limbs on the soft bed left her immobilized, allowing you to gently remove the dirty layers.

Before she could tuck herself under the covers she felt her body being turned over onto her stomach. Your weight moved from one side of her hips to both, throwing your leg over to straddle her waist. She found her mind spacing out at the feeling of the comfy pillow against her cheek. Soon there was a pressure against one of the muscles on her shoulders, a sigh escaping her lips. Your smooth hands are losing days worth of stress held in her muscles. Sleep crept up and she finally caved in, allowing herself to enjoy the moment.

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When she woke up laying on her back with the sun shining through the window,the sunlight almost hit her eyes. The blankets were tucked around her like a burrito and the sun made her feel warm but not too warm. It was uncomfortable. Gently turning around to find you weren't in the room, a plate of stacked pancakes still steaming on her bedside table and a cup of coffee. Halfway through her breakfast her attention focuses on the door as you enter her room.

Your appearance is a bit more laid back having no mask, hair sticking up in random places, the baggy sweatpants, and short sleeve shirt that showed off your scars. “Feeling better?”

“Much, thank you.” Her gaze lowered for a moment, “I’m sorry you had to see me like that.”

“No worries.” The grogginess in your voice mixed with your accent threw her off guard, it sounded more natural. You rarely speak without the mask that gives your voice a more robotic accent. Sometime afternoon you led her to the hot tubs that had recently been installed.

You wore a simple tank with trunks and she wore a black one piece. Both of you are growing comfortable enough to expose your scars to one another. Only to each other aside from doctors. The moment was left quiet, sounds of the jet echoing against the walls. You found yourself dozing off to your surroundings, eventually falling asleep and sinking shoulders deep into the tub. Waking up to find yourself already dried off and under her covers laying beside her, sounds of a movie coming from her laptop on her lap. You were wearing an oversized shirt and a pair of gym shorts.

“I think we both need to learn to take breaks.” You sat up, laying your head over her shoulder.

“Who gave you the idea to physically force me into taking a break? Clint? Also, who taught you the muscles of the body, I’m impressed.” She quickly glanced at you beside her.

“Yes, Maria recommended that technique. She’s used it on Dr.Lee a few times.”

“I’m glad to see you’re more comfortable when it comes to wearing short cut clothing.” Tossing her laptop aside and placing gentle kisses along the scars across your arms. Ending up with her laying her head on your chest both enveloped in each other’s arms. “Thank you.”

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“Lee.” Maria tried to keep her voice as calm and less commander-like but her patience was wearing thin. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed with a neutral look on her face.

“Dep-Director!” She jumped out of her seat too quickly. Causing a cup of coffee to spill across her desk, soaking the papers scattered around. “Awww DAMNIT! That was a week's worth of work!” As much as she wanted to move from her straightened stance to salvage as much as possible, Maria’s tone was more intimidating. It’s been ages since Lee’s used her title, clearly showing she wasn’t alright somewhere.

“So I was right, you haven’t been getting sleep again.”

“If YOUR field agents would stop getting injured I wouldn’t have to be working so much.” She didn’t mean to put an emphasis on the attitude but with no energy her emotions slipped.

“If you’d just allow the work to be equally divided among your acquaintances in the division, you wouldn’t have to carry all the weight.”

“I know there are others but they’re backed up as well…” Tossing her hands in the air then rubbing her eyes she almost began to cry.

“If you don’t start taking care of yourself and learn to balance yourself I’ll have no choice but to find someone else.” She knew the moment those words left her lips she would regret it. Maria knew her words hit a little too close to home for the doctor, guilt washed over.

A week’s worth of little sleep finally came rushing forward, Lee’s eyes felt heavy as they gazed to the floor. Out of everyone to call her replaceable she didn’t expect it to come from the person she cared and respected the most. Having little natural talent and struggling in school caused a deep rooted fear of being expendable ever since she was little. Almost being married off only strengthened the fear. She tried to make a run for it but Maria was in better shape, tossing Lee onto the couch and restraining her with the blankets. Laying face first into the cushions, while Maria knelt above her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” Her words were more calm, feeling Lee still struggling under the covers.

“Get off and leave me alone! Of course you meant it or you wouldn’t have said anything knowing how I feel about that.” The fear had always lingered in the back of her mind, sometimes hurting more days than others. It didn’t take long for her body to relax, her mind dozing off to sleep. She allowed Maria to remove her glasses and pull the pins out of her hair. Fingers gently wiping the tears that had fallen down her cheeks.

“We’ll talk tomorrow.” Her voice was nothing more than a low whisper.

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When the doc woke up again her office was dark, surroundings annoyingly fuzzy. Slithering out of the covers and rubbing her dry eyes she checked the time.

“18 hours, you really overworked yourself.” A figure was faintly lit up by the string lights hanging on her bookshelf behind the desk chair.

The doc’s shoulders perked up for a moment then lowered. Her eyes met the fuzzy figure sitting on her desk. “Thought you could win me over with food?” The smell of pad thai made her stomach growl, holding her hand out for the bowl.

“Lysandra I’m really sorry for what I said. It just slipped, it’s a habit being in charge of so many people with a few incompetent needing to know their place. You are irreplaceable, no doubt about it. The kid would have my head if that happened. Please forgive me.” Maria handed her the bowl and knelt beside the couch. The doc’s heart melted when their eyes met, her hair looking beautiful flowing freely.

“No...” Not yet, the words almost slipping. Maria’s heart sank, eyes pleading. “Clearly we both need to take a break and cash in some vacation hours.”

“Where would you like to go?”

“I’ve always wanted to visit Paris. Now give me my glasses back, I can’t see shit.”

#natasha romanoff x gender neutral reader #natasha x you #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fic #Natasha Romanoff x reader #maria hill #maria hill x OC

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disasterofastory · 3 years ago

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Sunday (Ivar x Reader)

Sunday modern!Ivar x Reader Warnings: smut

You try to save your date-day with Ivar.

The sky is dark with stormy clouds, and the trees bend to the will of the wind. A lightning flashes for a moment, and a thunder disturbs the pitter-patter of the raindrops. The streets are empty, and the cars are lined up behind each other. Nobody wants to go anywhere in this weather. You sigh resignedly as you move to the sink to put down your empty cup. You can still smell the herbal tea in the air. Ivar always drinks them when the weather is miserable, and his legs start to hurt. Whenever you can smell the herbals' typical scent, you know your day is ruined. Of course, it is not his fault. You knew when you fell in love with him that there will be days when you have to stay home despite your plans. Like today. You planned your whole day. You two wanted to go to the market and your favorite coffee shop for breakfast while Ivar wanted to go to the amusement park, but your happy date-day is over before it even started.

You huff into the silence with stubborn resolve. You both deserve this day, and you will be damned if you let the weather ruin it.

Without telling Ivar about your new plans for today, you go out to buy some things you need. The weather seems worst as you have to stand under it. The umbrella breaks after a few minutes, and you feel like an idiot, throwing it into the trash can. Before you reach your destinations, your shoes are soaked, and you feel cold and annoyed. The only thing that can comfort you is the smell of yours and Ivar’s favorite take-out.

When you get home, Ivar is still in your shared bedroom so you can get everything ready for after the bath you and Ivar will enjoy together. You place every pillow and blanket you can find in front of the couch before you arrange the coffee table with snacks and food. You even prepare some candles for later, and when you are ready with them, you move to the bathroom. You draw a warm bath with a bath bomb and bubbles and slow, relaxing music. You check everything one last time before you get naked and go to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses. With them in your hands, you make your way to the bedroom where Ivar reads on the bed.

“Where were you?” He asks you without looking up. A small frown is constant on his handsome face as he reads the pages. “In places,” you answer, leaning into the doorway. Hearing your answer, he looks up at your naked form. His breath hitches as he jerks up in his seat. He drops the book next to him, staring at your curves and soft flesh. To entice him more, you push out your hips, and you make sure your breast are visible behind the wine and glasses you still hold. Your nipples harden because of the cold air, and Ivar gulps, seeing the change on your body. His blue eyes shine with arousal, and you can’t help but smirk at his reaction. The grey pants he wears do nothing to hide his erection. Sex is not in your plans, at least not for now, but you love teasing Ivar, and it’s always mind-blowing if he loses his patience. “Come with me,” you tell him after a while. He stands up with the help of his crutches without a word, and you turn around to lead him out of the bedroom into the bathroom. You can feel his stare in your ass the whole time, so you rock your hips more than usual.

The air is steamy and full of the scent of the bath bomb you used. You place down the wine and glasses on a small chair next to the bathtub before you turn around to face Ivar. The man looks around before his eyes find you again. “What are you planning?” He asks. “We can’t go out because of the weather,” you answer him, stepping closer. “But it doesn’t mean we can’t have our date-day.” “I like your thinking,” he says, shamelessly staring at your breasts while you help him get rid of his clothes. “I’m glad,” you smirk, kneeling down before him, pulling on his pants. His erection almost slaps you in the face, and you need to bite into your lips to stop yourself. Despite the warm air, you are still cold, and you want to be in the bathtub before anything happens. “How are your legs?” You ask him. “Better after the tea,” he answers honestly, letting you do everything. You make a note at the back of your mind to make more tea for him after you are done here. You kiss his parted lips as you stand up and help him into the warm water. You place his crutches against the wall and pour some wine for the both of you while Ivar gets comfortable in the bathtub before you join him.

You sit down in front of him with a sigh as the goosebumps run over your whole body. “It was a good idea,” he says, sipping his wine. “I know, right?” You smile, leaning back to enjoy the warmth. You let yourself relax a little bit more after hearing Ivar’s approval. You were afraid he would be too moody to enjoy your small surprise. For long minutes you just sit in front of each other, drinking and playing with the bubbles. You laugh at his bubble beard, and he smirks at you cheekily as he pushes the bubbles aside to see more of your breasts. “Not yet,” you warn him playfully as you move your hands under the water to massage his legs. He sighs at the feeling, leaning back with the glass still in his hand, and you just smile at his reaction.

You and Ivar both had to work on your insecurities. You know you are not flawless. You are flat where you want to be curved, and you are too curved where you don’t like it. Your skin is soft but not perfect, you have skin problems here and there, and you can never be like the women in movies and magazines. You needed long months to get comfortable around Ivar and don’t hide yourself every time when he can see your whole body. And, of course, Ivar’s biggest enemies are his legs. The first time you were together intimately, he made sure his legs stayed hidden the whole time, and he still doesn’t like it when you stare at it too long.

“So what’s your plan for today?” He asks you while you start washing him with a sponge. You start with his legs, moving up and up as you talk. “I prepared everything in the living room,” you tell him, smirking when you reach his still hard cock. “It has to wait for a little bit,” you wink at him. Your hand moves up and down on his erection for a few minutes while he grunts under your touch. “You are a wicked woman,” he says accusingly when you stop with your moves to continue washing him. You linger on his chest to your heart content, caressing his abs and chest. His otherwise pale skin is light pink now from the warm water. His muscles jump under your fingers. “But you love me,” you smirk, pecking his lip. “Do you want to wash your hair?” “No, I washed it yesterday,” he answers, and you just nod, moving back to your original place at the other end of the bathtub. Under other circumstances, Ivar would replay your affection, but the water cools, and because of his legs, it would be difficult and long. So you wash up yourself, soaping your body, giving a show to the young man before you. His eyes follow your every move, drinking his remained wine in the glass. “I really hope you don’t just play with me, girl,” he says warningly when your hand disappears under the water. “I promise,” you answer, laughing at his impatience. Your giggle becomes a moan as you start to play with yourself. Your fingers move in circles on your clit while your other hand moves up to your breast. Your back arch into your own touch while Ivar stares at you, aroused and a little bit angry. There are times when he is okay with his legs, he can live with them, and there are other times when he is despite them. Like now. When he can't move to touch and feel you when you play with yourself, and he can't do anything. You close your eyes as you make yourself cum in front of Ivar. “Out,” Ivar grunts through gritted teeth, staring into your eyes. “Now.”

Still naked, you help him out of the bath. He leans against you till you sit him down on the small chair where the wine bottle stood not long ago. You place his legs in a small spread so you can kneel between them. “Wait,” he tells you hurriedly, grabbing a towel to give it to you. “Place it under yourself. For your knees,” he says, and you smile up at him. You smooth down your palms on his tights till you reach his manhood. He is hard and ready before you, Ivar’s breathing gets faster despite your lack of touches. “You waited long enough,” you tell him with a small, sly smirk. Your fingers curl around the base of his cock, and you lean closer to lick him from down to top. Ivar grunts at the feeling, his stomach tenses at the pleasant feeling, and his head falls back, eyes closed. Your tongue lingers around his cock head, licking and kissing his warm skin while your hand moves up and down on him. After a few minutes, you take him in your mouth, and you shudder, hearing his moan. You suck on him while his hand finds the back of your head to push your lower on his cock. You can feel him at the back of your throat. “Y/N!” He jumps with a choked moan when you gulp around him, and his whole body tenses. You can feel him getting closer and closer to his orgasm. You take him deeper for the last time before you move back and let him cum into your mouth. His fingers in your hair are almost hurtful, but as he gets down from his high, he releases you from his grip. “Worth the waiting?” You ask him, smirking. “Always,” he answers, gulping down the air. His face is pink, and his eyes shine as he looks down at you. “Let’s get dressed,” you tell him softly, helping him get dry and dressed in clean clothes.

After half an hour, you sit down next to him on the floor. Food and snacks lay around you with Ivar’s herbal tea. Both of you move closer to each other under a blanket to start a new series on Netflix. The rain still knocks on the window, and thunders shake the world, but you just lean into your boyfriend's shoulder with a relaxed sigh. “We should watch Friends instead,” you tell him after a few minutes. “Yeah.”

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pastel-pajamas-4me · 3 years ago

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15 things to help you calm down when you are anxious

1. A long relaxing bubble bath

2. candles or lotion that has a calming scent like lavender or vanilla

3. A nice cup of hot cocoa or tea or even an ice cold lemonade

4. Deep breathing

5. Counting

6. A movie or show that makes you feel safe

7. Soft lighting like a lamp or a nightlight

8. A good book

9. Write in a journal

10. Comfortable clothes like pajamas and a nice warm blanket

11. Watch the clouds

12. Pick wildflowers

13. Plant a little flower garden

14. Think about the ocean or a place that makes you feel happy

15. Comfort foods

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silversatoru · 4 years ago

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birthdays don’t have to suck

fushiguro megumi x f!reader (elli)

synopsis: you get really sick on your birthday, but megumi makes sure that you still have a good day :))

t/w: fluff, reader is sick, vomiting, medicine (tylenol lol), some details pertain specifically to elli

wc: 2.2k

a/n: a small birthday present for the love of my life @megumifushi who never sleeps enough and is always sick,, i love u and i hope ur days not too bad <3

you stared into your dimly lit laptop, red eyes squinting at the black text that sped across the screen as your fingers scrambled against the keys. you weren’t even sure that what you were writing was comprehensible at this point, but your essay that was due tomorrow morning wasn’t gonna write itself. at this point it just needed to get done, concerns of quality were thrown out the window hours ago.

aside from the burning and stinging in your eyes, your entire body ached, and you were ridden with chills and goosebumps. seemed like a fever was coming on, but you didn’t have the time or capacity to care about that right now. you’d pop a few tylenol and crawl into bed in a couple hours, and everything would be better tomorrow.

what time was it anyway? it couldn’t possibly be that late yet, right?

you glanced to the corner of the screen, eyes falling on a bright 3:56am that made your heart sink and your eyes widen. you had a terrible habit of losing track of time and staying up into ungodly hours of the night — a habit that your wonderful boyfriend was trying so terribly hard to break.

you glanced to your left and took in his sleeping form, his lips parted ever so slightly as he took small breaths of air. he’d be disappointed and upset with you if he knew how horrid your sleep schedule had been lately, and he’d probably blame your chills and headaches on your lack of sleep as well — which in all fairness was probably pretty accurate.

“i’ll just finish this up real quick and then i promise i’ll sleep, ‘kay gumi?” you spoke softly, running your fingers through his soft, spiky hair.

he was undisturbable, his mind off somewhere in a dreamland that was quite the distance from your small bedroom. and that was probably for the better, because him nagging at you to go to sleep would be too distracting for you to get your work done.

your hands moved rapidly against the keyboard for about another hour, words spilling onto the screen until you finally hit the page requirement for your paper. it was probably terrible, most likely had a few words spelled wrong, and honestly you were pretty certain you’d repeated yourself several times, but fuck it — submit. you were typically an excellent student, so one bad paper wouldn’t kill you, and you were too tired and achy to care right now.

you got up and placed your laptop onto your desk, plugging it in and letting a heavy sigh fall from your lips as you made your way back over to the bed. the soft blankets were therapeutically warm on your chilly skin as you crawled in against megumi’s back, effectively turning him into the little spoon and pressing your nose to the back of his neck. thankfully, sleep found you shortly after, your eyes fluttering shut as you drifted off into a much needed slumber.

babe

wake up

babe

you woke up to small finger pokes to your cheek from megumi, his face laced with concern as your vision finally focused on his features. he bent over and pressed his lips to your forehead, pausing there for a fraction of a second and then standing back up.

“i think you have a fever. i noticed when i woke up and you felt like a fucking space heater,” he frowned, confirming your initial suspicions from last night, “i’ll go get some medicine”.

you groggily nodded your head, shivers coursing through your body and dotting your extremities with goosebumps. your condition had definitely deteriorated overnight, your eyes stinging and a horrible nausea creeping up your throat.

by the time he returned with the medicine you had yourself propped up against the pillows, thick blankets pulled up to your chin in an attempt to minimize the icy feeling in your body. he handed two small tylenol tablets to you with a disappointed look on his face — a look that said: i’m gonna kick your ass for not getting enough sleep again.

“i’ll let everyone know you’re not feeling well enough to go out tonight,” he hummed as he handed you a glass of water, your brain filling with thick fog as you tried to decipher why he would need to let anyone know you were sick.

the look of pure confusion signaled to him that you had no idea what he was talking about, megumi shaking his head before he spoke up again, “it’s your birthday, dumbass, we were supposed to get food and stuff with yuuji, inumaki, and nobara and maki”.

birthday

forgetting about that was another habit you continued to succumb to every year.

“mm, shit,” you sighed after drinking back the pills, “i forgot”.

“figured you would,” megumi clicked his tongue, “but i didn’t, because i’m a good boyfriend. can you drag yourself out to the kitchen? you should eat”.

“don’t think so,” you mumbled, attempting to disappear back under the blankets before he could coerce you to follow him outside of the bedroom.

but megumi is impossibly even more stubborn than you are, wrapping his arms under your body and lifting you to his chest, “guess i’ll just have to carry you then”.

“fine,” you let out a long groan — was it a bit dramatic? maybe. but in your defense you felt like you’d been hit with a train.

he peppered your face with kisses as he carried you out of the bedroom, lovingly setting you down on one of the high bar stools around your kitchen table. he instructed you to stay in the chair, abruptly returning to the bedroom to bring out a couple blankets to wrap around your shoulders. you were grateful for the extra heat, you body still shaking and shivering as the medications worked to cure your fever.

megumi was a man of few words, preferring to display his love for you through acts of service than grand confessions, and this was very eminent when he wordlessly grabbed a couple pots and began cooking for you. you let your face fall onto your arms, resting your chin as you watched him silently shuffle between the stove and the pantry. the silence was comfortable, and you weren't going to complain about watching your muscular boyfriend walk around the kitchen in nothing but a pair of loose, plaid pajama pants.

a few minutes later he was placing a steaming bowl of soup and a couple slices of baked bread in front of you, a savory scent flooding your nostrils.

“red lentil,” he spoke as he handed you a spoon, “it’s your favorite, so you better eat it”.

“yes, sir,” you gave him a small smile, dipping the cool metal into the hot liquid and scooping a spoonful into your mouth.

“all of it”

“yes, megumi, i will try”

to no surprise, the soup went down pretty fucking horribly, your head hanging low over the toilet while megumi held your hair out of the way. your throat was practically raw by the time you were done heaving and vomiting up the meal, your eyes brimming with hot tears.

megumi tied your hair up in a neat bun so he could step away, filling up a glass with water and carefully helping you to take small sips and rinse out your mouth. he was tedious with the clean up, washing your face and helping you brush your teeth — ensuring that you felt the best you could given the situation. he then scooped you back into his arms, carrying you back to bed and profusely apologizing for making you eat the soup — but he was just trying to make you feel better, he really was doing his best.

you were ready to add today to your long list of terrible birthdays, chalking it up as another failed attempt, but megumi was not about to let that happen. he knew you had a rough history with birthdays, but now that he was here? you’d have a bad birthday over his dead body.

he scoured the back of your fridge for ginger ale, gatorade, jello, and whatever else he could find to make you the perfect sick-person platter. and he made sure he was logged into every streaming service that the two of you collectively owned, preparing netflix, hulu, and crunchy roll so that he could easily access every single one of your favorite shows and movies. and so you spent the majority of your day tucked safely against megumi’s chest, forcing down small sips of ginger ale and watching an assortment of tv.

your phone rang at some point — a facetime call from all of your friends who had gotten together so they could all wish you a collective happy birthday. megumi stuck a singular candle into a cup of blue-raspberry jello and ignited it with a small flame; and then they all sang the most terrible rendition of “happy birthday” that you’d ever heard, yuuji’s voice a little louder and little more out-of-tune than everyone else's.

you mustered enough energy to blow out the flame, everyone cheering while megumi shoveled a scoop of the blue jelly into your mouth. you swallowed it with a smile, praying it stayed down while everyone sent you off with an assortment of “feel better!”, “we love you!”, and “wish you were here!”

your night got pretty quiet after that, you and megumi climbing back under the covers to watch a few more episodes of your new favorite anime. it wasn’t until well into the night that he finally asked you if he could give you the presents he’d gotten for you. reluctantly, you said yes. you hated receiving gifts (it was just one of the many reasons you hated your birthday) but you knew that megumi wasn’t going to take no for answer.

he was obviously nervous, palms sweaty as he handed you a couple neatly wrapped packages in plain, solid colored paper. they were very megumi, perfect folds with not a single crease, the paper simple yet elegant and adorned with a singular bow on top.

you hesitantly peeled the paper off the smaller of the two, revealing a tiny box that contained a classic looking silver locket. you felt your heart pinch in your chest as you clicked the locket open and revealed two small pictures of each of the two of you. you weren’t particularly sentimental, but on top of your lack of sleep and not feeling very well, the simple gift caused few tears to well up in your eyes. but he was quick to wipe them away, insisting that you had to open the second gift first, and that birthdays weren’t meant for crying.

you followed his instructions, ripping open the second package and revealing a larger box that contained a series of envelopes. each one was decorated with tiny doodles of you and megumi, his demon dogs, hearts, etc. they were sickeningly cute, and you immediately reached for the first one before megumi reached out and stopped you.

“they’re not for now; they’re for when i’m gone, you know, on missions and stuff,” he could barely even maintain eye contact, his eyes dipping low as yours filled back up with tears.

despite your lack of energy and the fever that was starting to return, you showered him in hugs and kisses after that, thanking him over and over for the most perfect gifts, and for making your day as wonderful as it could have been.

all things aside, you were coming around to the idea that birthday’s don’t have to suck.

bonus: the first letter:

to y/n:

i know im not great at telling you what i have to say through words, actually, i’m kind of really bad at it. but i thought writing these might be a nice way to try and get better? i’m not sure. anyway, i guess i’ll start by saying that you mean a lot to me, and i probably miss you a lot right now (even though ill be too afraid to reach out and say it). not sure how long i’ll be gone for at the time but it’s probably a few days at least. gonna work hard so i can hurry back to see you.

i hope you’re sleeping enough, but i know you’re not. you never do, especially when i’m not there to yell at you. i hope you’re eating enough too. but you’re probably also not doing that. you’re like taking care of a stubborn child, you know that? but this is supposed to be a love letter so i’ll try to refrain from scolding you too much. but do try to take care of yourself. ill see you soon.

megumi

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eunjidrabbles · 3 years ago

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Stay

(I have been in a very Handong mood lately. I blame my twitter moots.)

Warnings: None

Word count: About 1.7k words

Handong has her very defined style and tastes when it came to practically everything. The only exception she has given would be to your “acceptable” hoodies that she has stolen from your wardrobe that stood out very clearly from her own set of wardrobe she has kept over at your place that you have refused to touch. The tastes directly translates over to the way she held herself in public, and also over to the shows that she would like to watch whenever it was movie night. You’d usually just go along with her choices and sometimes you’d end up enjoying whatever your girlfriend would put on. In exchange, Handong would let you set the place up and pick up snacks for the both of you.

At the start of the relationship, it was rocky to get Handong to understand that although you were from two different worlds, you didn’t want your talented and rich girlfriend to just throw money into your life so you didn’t need to struggle your way up in life. You had stood firm that you wanted to live based off of your own efforts, and had threatened to leave if she wouldn’t understand it. It took a promise from you to her that if you really were to need help that you wouldn’t hesitate to seek her out first to work things out. You understood that she grew up and lived her life in luxury, but also understood her concern and care she directed towards you, although not so in the way you wanted to. It took a while for her to not be using her wealth and connections to make life easier for you, but she slowly grew to understand that what you needed was her to be by your side and her encouragement for you to walk on.

It had become a custom for you to have stay in movie nights with your girlfriend twice a month at least in exchange for the occasional dinner date where Handong would happily dress you up and swoop you to her favorite restaurants with names you probably can’t even pronounce properly or even heard of due to prices that would send you into a panic. You would have decisions over the movie dates other than the movie itself, and your girlfriend would have the decisions over your dinner dates. Cuddling up happily in a blanket cocoon, you weren’t exactly focused on what was on the screen, but rather letting yourself be amused by Handong’s reaction to the show. You had always told her that she could easily become anything she wanted to, including an actor or even a singer, but she had always insisted that inheriting her family’s business meant a lot to her. Of course the perks of having the family wealth running directly into her account was a plus, but from what she had told you one date night out on a rooftop dinner with a magnificent view of the rest of the city, it was way more than that. You could remember how much more you fell in love with her as she talked through the night and bared everything on her mind out to you. Handong might have been lucky and born into a rich family, but she had worked hard to proof herself to them.

Your thoughts were cut short when the smile on Handong’s face dropped and there was just this sudden darkness that loomed across the both of you. Blinking blankly, your girlfriend looked down at you with a confused look before back up at the screen, and back down at you once again. “Is there a power trip?” Finally tearing your eyes away from your girlfriend, you took the time to observe around you.

Silently staring at the black screen, you suddenly could hear chatters coming around around the block which confused you. Lifting your head off of your girlfriend's shoulders, she sent you a pointed look at the confusion in your eyes. Scrambling up off the blanket and opening the warm cocoon, you quickly pressed a kiss to Handong's cheeks before explaining as you fast walked over to your fridge. "I don't hear the humming noise." Opening it up, you sighed when no light greeted you and pulled your phone out of your pocket to hope for the best. Shifting aside some bottled drinks, you placed your hand near the vent to feel no cool air emitting from it and groaned as you slammed shut the fridge door with a little more force than needed. A pair of curious eyes watched you the entire time as you made your way to your front door and opened it to take a peek out. What surprised you was that several other familiar faces also had their heads poking out their barely opened front doors as they confirmed their suspicions. When they noticed you, they gave a chuckle collectively. "You too?" Not waiting for you to give a reply, they shrugged and nudged towards the upper floors. "Seems like the whole building got hit. Hope you've got some candles at the ready. I have some extra if you need." Shaking your head and muttering a thanks, you closed the door and let out a long sigh. You knew that the apartment complex you lived in wasn't exactly the newest but to have the entire building be affected? That was something new. Looking behind you, you could easily spot your girlfriend sitting in the same spot with the rest of the blankets wrapped around her as the light from her phone illuminating her face. Taking a moment to admire her relaxed state, her eyes flicked over to you once she felt that you were staring and she gave you a small smile.

Dragging your steps over to the kitchen yet again, you use your phone’s light to search for the candles, getting more and more upset when your eyes drifted over to your fridge now that there is no more power running through the place. On a particularly loud slam of a cabinet, you could hear footsteps pad their way over to you before you got swallowed into a back hug by a blanket covered Handong. “I just got my groceries barely two days ago...” You whined to your girlfriend as she gently rocked you in her arms and gave you soft pats wherever she could reach with her blanket covered paw like hands. Slowly relaxing in her arms, you sighed once again and resumed your search for candles that you were gifted for some occasions that you don’t remember. When you finally found it, you waddled the both of you back to the living room after grabbing a box of matchsticks along with you. Settling Handong down onto the couch before placing the cup of candle on the coffee table, after struggling to separate yourself from her arms wrapped tightly around you, you light the candle and slowly retreated yourself to join your pouting girlfriend reaching her hands out making grabby actions at you under the blankets, letting the cheap lavender scent waft around the space and lowly illuminating the room in a soft glow.

In the dim lighting, you silently admired the way that Handong’s beauty seemed to shine through even more, as she traced patterns onto your back and stare back at you lazily. Guilt slowly washed over you when you realized that your date was technically ruined, and you tore your eyes away from hers to stare at the flickering flame. You suppose that being together with someone long enough eventually grants you the ability to read minds, or that if you are Handong, you automatically have the ability and much more as her arms tighten their hold around you. “Don’t. It’s not your fault.” Huffing as she shifted you further up on her so you could fit your head nicely into the crook of her neck.

"I prefer cuddling you than watching a movie anyways." Relaxing slightly more at those words, you snuggled into the warmth of your girlfriend as she continued to rub soothingly down your back.

Time probably flew by as the two of you stayed in one another’s arms, but you were too cozy to move. The rational part of your head and Handong’s eventual whining when you started to shift about knew you should probably move into the bedroom before the both of you accidentally fall asleep and wake up with aches everywhere, leading to Handong probably pushing to buy you a new bed couch she has been eyeing for your living room so reluctantly with a sigh, you separated yourself from your pouting girlfriend. Bending to blow out the candle, you jolt back upright in shock when you felt a smack on your bottom and turned to look accusingly at her while she looked away and pretended to look elsewhere. Growling lowly, you thrusted your hands under Handong’s back and under her knees and with a grunt, you lifted her up into your arms as she screeched slightly at your antics.

Dumping your girlfriend on the bed, she playfully scowled at you before you flopped yourself onto her still cocooned self and she let out a groan to complain about how heavy you were before wiggling her arms out and pulling you to her side and giving you a soft kiss. Although the both of you were tired, you were still willing to play wrestle for a short bit before allowing for Handong to cuddle you from behind. Sleep was very quickly overtaking your senses but just as you were about to completely doze off, you heard Handong say something. Pushing aside the drowsiness, you turned your head slowly to look at her.

“What did you say?”

"Move in with me."

Blinking away the sleep, you turned to face your girlfriend and took a few more moment to process what she had just said. "What?"

"I have been thinking for a while now. I want you to move in to live with me."

#dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher scenarios #handong imagines #handong scenarios #handong x reader #handong fluff #domestic fluff #hope ya'll enjoy

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pedropascallovebot · 4 years ago

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had to repost this because my internet is awful but huzzah i have returned from a writing hiatus i have been doing nothing but reading sambucky fics and i decided to curse the world with a bucky x reader even though no one asked me to. you may now put me in exile.

Bucky likes the smell of the candles you burn in your apartment, even though he swears to you that you have to stop forgetting to blow them out before you go to sleep. He knows that your record player in the corner collects a bunch of dust. He remembers laughing when you had defended yourself when he joked about your devastatingly low vinyl count- "I swear, I do use it! But look me in the eye and tell me Spotify isn't more convenient." He likes the various little crystals and stones you have scattered on your windowsill, even if he doesn't know anything about that stuff. Bucky really likes your bookcase, though. You told him upon his first visit to your place that you thrifted it for an absolute bargain, and it appears that it's been put to good use, given there's not a single place on the shelf for another book to fit without stacking some on top of one another. Most of all, he likes that you’re there. He’s only known you for a short period of time, and he gets that nothing is really official yet… but he likes you. He can’t say it out loud to himself yet, but his therapist definitely knows your name.

All throughout his horrible, miserable, no good bad day, Bucky is thinking about how warm and safe your apartment feels, and consequentially, he's thinking about you. He knows he's got it bad, but there's little to be done about it when his brain starts screaming profanities at him whenever he dares dwell on the thought of your face for too long. He misses you, though. Especially when he's nursing some embarrassment and frustration caused by a group of anarchists pushing him out of a moving truck. He wants so desperately to call and check to see how you're doing, what you're up to, but by the time Sam's got him back home it's nearly one in the morning and he shouldn't wake you. Right? He should lock his door, hang up his jacket, and settle in for a long night of doing nothing but scrolling through the guide of all the weird movies his cable company is playing. He shouldn't be halfway down the stairs of his apartment building to walk across town in the middle of the night to come see you.

But it's inevitable that he ends up at your front door. That annoying yelling in his brain is back, telling him that he should just go home before he knocks and wakes you up, but his hand is already rapping on the wood and he can hear scrambling from the other side of the door. It was only then he realized it might of been a good idea to call ahead, because God, what kind of person is answering the door this late, and who's to say you don't already have someone there already, and fuck, fuck, fuck, it's not too late to just hide behind the big artificial tree that the apartment complex put up for decoration-

You open up right before he can entertain that thought. You look like an absolute angel, he thinks. You’re in some t-shirt that’s way too big for you, and your eyes smile when you see him. But from what he can tell, you're tired. Maybe he did wake you up, and he feels that familiar pinch of guilt in his chest.

"I was, uhm.. in the neighborhood," he starts, his hands very focused on the loose thread of his jacket sleeve. "figured I'd stop by and see how you were."

And there goes your eyes again, kind and soft and welcoming, something that Bucky isn't really used to feeling yet. He's being ushered in, and suddenly realizes the television is still on. The guilt subsides knowing he didn’t wake you.

"You should absolutely be sleeping right now, but I'll let it slide because I miss you," you smile, and Bucky knows he's a goner when you press a kiss to his cheek before shutting the door behind him.

“So should you.” Then, a quiet “I miss you too.”

"Want some tea? Or some coffee? I've got the kettle going with some hot water and I was planning on making some sleepytime tea, but I think I've got a few packets of that instant espresso crap buried if you don't wanna wait for the coffee pot to brew..."

You trail off into a comfortable silence for a minute as he watches as you grab a box of the celestial seasonings that you always kept in stock, the one with the bear sitting by the fireplace. Feeling inclined to help, Bucky attempts to step foot in the kitchen and grab a couple of mugs before immediately being banished to the living room, where he then listened to your rant about how he looked like he just got run over by a moving vehicle, and how he should sit down. Well, you were kinda right. You go to drop a couple of teabags into hot water, but not before you warn him to get on the couch before he falls asleep standing up.

He doesn't follow directions very well, because his feet lead him over to your bookshelf, where you've got some sort of scented wax over a tea light. Eyes trailing over the numerous books you have, he recognized a few. A Farewell to Arms, Main Street, and the two copies you had of The Great Gatsby. He knows you have a love-hate relationship with Harry Potter, but all seven of the books sat at eye level, a bit faded from countless rereads as soon as the weather got colder and you needed something cozy and familiar.

His gaze is caught on one book in particular; one that he thought about earlier today, before a teenager punched the living daylights out of him and before Walker and his unbearably chirpy sidekick made his day go from bad to worse. The Hobbit sat tucked away to the left of The Lord of the Rings, and Bucky reached out and gently pulled it from the row. It wasn't the same cover as the one he had at his apartment- yours had drawn trees and mountains, with runes lining the edges of the illustration. His own copy had what he assumed was a still from the movie adaptation, something he never bothered to watch. He still felt compelled to buy the book when he saw it sitting on the shelf at a store.

"I already called dibs on the Star Wars mug," you joked, heading out into the living room carrying two mugs of tea. "You're gonna have to drink from the-"

"Can you read to me?"

He does feel bad for interrupting you, but to be fair, the words slipped out before he could even stop them. He feels his nerves swell up a bit before you answer him, and the book in his hands feels heavier than it should.

You set the tea down on the small table at the end of the couch before switching on the lamp, offering the room some light which was previously only provided by a few candles, the kitchen, and the glow from the television. You switch that off, too, and the nerves that Bucky was sure were radiating off him melt away.

“Only if you stop standing ten feet away and come cuddle me while I do.”

When you spoke, it took Bucky all of two seconds to make his way to the couch, grabbing the blanket he knows you love and draping it over the both of you as you trade him his tea for the book.

“Teasing me about wanting to read The Hobbit is off the table, doll.” Bucky drapes an arm over your shoulder, making himself comfortable. “A friendly reminder it sits on your bookshelf.”

He hears you giggle and he’s in absolute awe of how much he wants to kiss you. Sure, you both have done plenty of that over the course of time he’s known you, but there’s something about you sitting in his arms with a book he knows so well open in front of you. Home.

“I’ll admit, it’s been a while since I’ve read this, my knowledge of Middle Earth is a bit spotty.”

“I’m willing to bet it’s been even longer for me,” he jokes, but there’s still a sting when he says it. Bucky pushes it aside.

“Alright, old coot. Let’s start from the beginning.”

“The dark filled all the room, and the fire died down, and the shadows were lost, and they still played on.”

It takes Bucky all of five minutes and a few sips of tea to get him tired before he’s placing his cup down and resting his head on your shoulder, and you’re almost down for the count, ready to retire to your bed. But you only have about ten pages until the end of the chapter and Bucky is way too good of a pillow to even think about moving. The dwarves start to sing their song, and if you’re remembering correctly, this is when things really start to get good. You debate if you want to continue, but then you look down and see Bucky absolutely zonked, and your mind is made up. You yawn and set the book on the table before reaching over and shutting off the lamp, attempting not to wake up the sleeping figure next to you.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #falcon and the winter soldier

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mooshys · 4 years ago

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hq + hogwarts house sorting

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CONGRATULATIONS on your acceptance to HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY on JANUARY 16th, 2021.

Below are the houses with which some of our finest students have been sorted into along with key characteristics pertaining to them. Each house is equal, but the one you are sorted into will hold a dear place in your heart as your housemates will be like your family. Feel free to get acquainted with the customs of each house in the days before the first term.

I wish you all the best with your sorting ceremony,

AURORA

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GRYFFINDOR ➝ daichi, ushijima, iwaizumi, aran, yaku, tanaka, nishinoya, hoshiumi, hinata, goshiki

HOUSE AESTHETICS ➝ freckles on your nose from sun exposure, the horizon seen from the top of a mountain, freshly squeezed orange juice, beat up sneakers from years of wear, wildflower bouquets, rubies on a crown, old movie tickets kept in your pocket, lightning storms in the summer, dirt paths leading you to a forest, apple pie baked in the morning, bandages wrapped around your fingers, cherry lip balm, fraying denim, popping of champagne bottles, t-shirts tossed to the side to dive headfirst into a lake, names carved on the trunk of a tree, mismatched earrings, stained glass windows with sunlight filtering through them

LOVE FOR A GRYFFINDOR ➝ forehead kisses, engulfing you in back hugs and rocking you from side to side while humming, singing along to your favorite song, a polaroid picture of you in their wallet, introducing you to their family with pride in their eyes, holding your hand tighter when navigating through a crowd, getting you a locket with a photo of you two as a birthday gift, saying “I love you” as soon as they realize

WHAT SETS THEM APART ➝ the ones willing to take the jump without knowing if the water is too cold or too shallow, the ones who stand by your side and fight for what is right, the ones who are not afraid of what others think, the ones who run to the ends of the earth for you, the ones who are fearless

SHENANIGANS IN THE COMMON ROOM ➝ bringing in plates of food from the great hall and creating different concoctions in the middle of the night, making giant pillow forts and chatting there until the early morning, sneaking out to the quidditch pitch to watch the sunrise

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SLYTHERIN ➝ oikawa, tendou, semi, daishou, sugawara, atsumu, osamu, sakusa, futakuchi, shirabu

HOUSE AESTHETICS ➝ silver jewelry that never tarnishes, fur coats to keep you warm in the winter, the perfect red lipstick, dark chocolate covered strawberries, renaissance paintings, vines of ivy scaling castle walls, drips of wax from a candle stick, the sounds of an orchestra reverberating through an opera house, black turtlenecks, gold fountain pens, espresso from rome, leather gloves, crescent moons, head busts of roman emperors, wire rimmed glasses, silk, blackberries picked from your home garden to make jam, berets, flute glasses being held for a toast, gold cufflinks with a family emblem, pristine robes

LOVE FOR A SLYTHERIN ➝ banter going back and forth as flirtatious plights, making fun of cheesy movies together, gifts of jewelry for anniversaries, kisses on your neck, your perfume being their favorite scent, retreats to a winter cottage for vacation together, shielding you from the rain with their coat during an unexpected storm, whispering “I love you” in your ear in the middle of a crowd to see what kind of reaction you’d give them

WHAT SETS THEM APART ➝ the ones who walk in a room and command its attention, the ones who seize the day with an iron grip, the ones who know their talents and polish them until they shine brightest, the ones who walk with their heads held up highest, the ones who are exceptional

SHENANIGANS IN THE COMMON ROOM ➝ poker nights with sweets from honeydukes used as chips, wizard chess bets leaving some of the younger students broke after multiple heated game, putting toads underneath blankets as a prank and the perpetrators waking up with a jelly-leg curse

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HUFFLEPUFF ➝ asahi, bokuto, hanamaki, matsukawa, komori, yamaguchi, yachi, lev, koganegawa

HOUSE AESTHETICS ➝ picnic spreads in front of a sparkling lake, sunlight illuminating your irises, washi tape, amber gemstones held up to the sky, the last string of honey stuck on a spoon, letters from friends and past lovers stored in an old cookie tin, green pastures with cows grazing the land, roasted chestnuts, rows of tulips, lace sewn on your sleeves, wooden figurines, lazing underneath a willow tree, paint brushes, walnut brownies baked after dinner, sheen on the highest points of your face, seashells kept from the beach, fluffy clouds shaped like animals, cookies wrapped with parchment paper and tied with twine

LOVE FOR A HUFFLEPUFF ➝ groggily mumbling “five more minutes” in the morning before getting out of bed because they love the way your body is pressed against theirs, always making two cups of coffee in the morning, putting a blanket over your body when you’re sleeping on the couch, getting your favorite ice cream pint at the supermarket even though you didn’t write it on the grocery list, being the first one to text you on your birthday, showing “I love you” through remembering all the things that make you special

WHAT SETS THEM APART ➝ the ones who always stop and lend a hand, the ones who give up what is theirs if it benefits others, the ones who never forget your name, the ones who make the biggest sacrifice, the ones who are altruistic

SHENANIGANS IN THE COMMON ROOM ➝ sitting near the fireplace and roasting s’mores together, dance parties and clanking of butterbeer glasses to celebrate the end of exams, playing a game of pictionary instead of doing homework

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RAVENCLAW ➝ kuroo, kita, kiyoko, kenma, hirugami, akaashi, suna, ennoshita, terushima, kunimi, tsukishima, kageyama

HOUSE AESTHETICS ➝ passing notes stained with coffee in secrecy, sugar cubes dissolving in a cup of tea, constellations telling stories from generations past, violets, blankets of soft snow seen outside your window, chunky boots, running your fingers across a velvet blanket, sleeping with a book covering your eyes from the sun, stardust, notes written next to your favorite scene in a play, gold trimmed letters, ink smeared on fingers, the tail of a cat swinging back and forth, telescopes, mascara smudged at the corners of your eyes, a scarf knitted by a close friend

LOVE FOR A RAVENCLAW ➝ two a.m. facetime calls talking about anything and everything until it’s silent on both ends and neither of you mind because time spent together is never a minute wasted, chaste kisses when passing through rows of shelves in the library, sharing your favorite songs with each other, reading a book because you offhandedly mentioned it once, falling down the rabbit hole and never wanting to escape, writing “I love you” at the corner of your notebook and waiting until you notice

WHAT SETS THEM APART ➝ the ones who pause and always pick the right words, the ones who devise plans like no other, the ones who try to understand everything the universe has to offer, the ones who will go above and beyond to change the system, the ones who are erudite

SHENANIGANS IN THE COMMON ROOM ➝ students gathered together with bowls of popcorn to watch a meteor shower, jeopardy games regarding historical magical figures being played with the stakes of winner getting their homework done by everyone else for a week, all nighters dedicated to deciphering ancient text

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#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #hq!!#haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons #hq x hp #karasuno #aoba johsai #seijoh #inarizaki #shiratorizawa #fukurodani #<- I am not tagging all the characters lmao #bring back 2015 aesthetic lists #the first time I got sorted I was a ravenclaw #the second time I got sorted I was a gryffindor #someone stop me from making hc lists it's like a curse at this point

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 4 years ago

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🕯Anon said: hi sweetheart 🕊 can you write about armin having a quiet night with the reader? something like wearing comfy pajamas, fairy lights, cute little candles, incense, soft songs and maybe some reading? and they just cuddling? 🥺 i think about that whenever i go to sleep and do all of the above, but i'm just by myself lmao anyways, thank you so much 🌸 (btw i'm the anon who asked you about the armin x painter!reader 🥺 hello 🥺 i just love how you write can we be friends please) 🕯

Quiet night with Armin

{ Armin x Reader | tw:none | sleep help, comfort, fluff | modern }

{ "Twilight, Valley of the Genesee" 1865 by Samuel Colman 1832 - 1920 }

Shimmering golden hues weaved across pastel blue walls in the form of strings, crossing the bookshelf before making a turn at the plants corner, illuminating the room with a soft warm glow.

Your head rested against the satin pillow, just right above Armin's shoulder, close enough that you can see the rise and fall of his chest with every breath. The ends of his hair ghosting over your cheek whenever he leaned to tell a particular clever line of the book he's been reading to you.

You can't exactly remember the name of it, but you can clearly recall his excited smile this morning when showing it to you.

"It's one of my favourites" he said, "the last time i got to reread it was in high-school, has it really been that long?" And that's all you can remember from the conversation before it got sidetracked by him asking if you had lunch yet.

There's definitely something to be said about rereading a book over and over again, a sense of familiarity, an attachment to the characters, plot and world setting. It's almost magic how quickly your comfort book, show or movie can turn a horrible day into a nice one, making it the silver lining.

Looking at the way Armin would pause for a second after some lines, or chuckle at random scenes, like it's an inside joke between him and his mind, you can tell he's definitely recalling some good memories.

Just like how he's adding to his list of comfort memories by sharing this experience with you, he wants you to be a part of this silly book he once picked up as a child and continued to revisit every few years.

You glance at the remaining pages, just as he flips another one to start anew. You've already finished a third of the book, only a quarter remaining.

It's not that you're getting impatient, but it's more that the soft blanket draped over you, the warmth of Armin's body pressed next to yours and the sound of his voice, are all luring you into a hazy cloudy state where your eyelids feel too heavy and turning your head to check the clock seems too exhausting.

How long has it been? since you curled up against him right after you went to put your empty hot chocolate mugs in the sink.

You don't have the heart to tell him that your brain stopped registering the words he's saying and instead listens to the tone of his soft-spoken voice and reacts accordingly. Stealing another glance at the remaining pages, you notice a few missing, okay good, just a few more. You can hold on right?

Right?

Forcing your eyes open, you suppress a yawn threatening to rise before curling even closer to his shoulder, face against his neck, hand over his chest.

Instead of focusing on his calming heartbeat, you try to focus your attention on different things, like the smell of snowdrops flowers filling the room from the scented incense sitting on the nightstand.

Snowdrops, the milky bell-like flowers who befriended the cold harsh snow herself.

An ancient German tale that Armin told you, on one early spring morning. When the universe was just in bloom, as the earth shaped its form and the plants dressed themselves, when the god in the heavens above just created snow, she was told to go seek her colours from the flowers below.

She came with her request, but the flowers turned their heads, refusing to acknowledge her for she is the reason for the harsh weather, deeming their life spans short, overzealous and jealous, protecting their colours from the merciless lady snow.

She was left all alone, friendliness, colourless with no love or sympathy from a soul.

Except for one, came knocking on her door, head bowed down and humbly offered to share. Snowdrops were the flowers that warmed the snow's heart, and so white was the colour in which snow was known.

Snow made a vow, to always protect her one and only friend, even from her own self. Under her watchful gaze, snowdrops were gifted with warmth that let them be the first flowers to bloom when winter bid her goodbyes as spring was arriving soon.

You've never seen snowdrops the same since, their delicate and shy nature standing out between all the proud flowers, you even suggested planting some to Armin.

"...but sweetheart" you remember him saying with a frown, " snowdrops are poisonous."

…

Yeah, and so getting their scented incense was the second best option available.

You hear the sound of another page being turned, fewer left to go, just hold on a bit longer.

Wondering the room with your eyes, your gaze fell on the straw sunhat hanging from the on the back of a chair. It's Armin's favourite, he'd always wear it when the sun was particularly bright that day.

you remember him saying it was a gift from his grandpa when he was a child.

His grandpa...didn't you visit his farm a few months ago?

...yeah you did, you can recall clearly, how you were:

Squinting your eyes to avoid the bright sun, you wiped the sweat collecting on your forehead before leaning your head back against the wooden wall. The occasional passing cool breeze distracting you from the dryness in your throat, even after moving to sit in the shade your skin still felt too hot.

The grassy fields in front stretched wide before ending in white pained fences, where the crops patches for vegetables started.

The sudden gentle waves of cool air against your skin made you glance to the side, where Armin was fanning you with his hat, while holding a tray with two ice filled lemonades in his other hand.

"Are you sure you don't want to go inside?" He said, sitting next to you before handing you the cold drink, "you've already done a lot, I'll do take care of the rest."

You've been helping Armin with the farm work since sunrise, feeding the animals together and watering the crops, saying you're exhausted from the scorching hot sun was an underestimation.

And yet, somehow Armin seems unaffected. Not a sign of being bothered as he sat there next to you with his rolled up sleeves and cuffed pants, the slight flushing to his face was the only thing he got from the sun.

"Yeah, I need to lay down a bit." You remember saying, after emptying your drink in one go.

"If that's the case then-" setting the tray aside, Armin patted his lap while looking at you, "Come here."

Too tired to protest, you layed your head on his thigh, feeling your back stretching and the cool air from his fanning was already making you feel better.

"You know, there's a story my grandpa used to tell me about the sun."

An Australian folklore, about a time when the earth was merged in absolute Darkness, when even the stars refused to light up the sky.

Eternal darkness was the fate of humanity, as people were spent their lives carrying torches to light up their way.

Gnowee was an alone mother in a forsaken world, left to fend for her little son. Each day while he slept safely, she'd venture into the the fields in search for plants or seeds. Knowing very well that's it's a matter of life and death if she couldn't come back with something edible.

Each day she'd come with whatever she could find, feeding it to her son even if it meant sleeping on an empty stomach.

But with food scarce and the abyss looming at every corner, things were harder each day.

One day after rocking her child to sleep, she quietly left with her torch to dig for yams she saw on her way last time. Retracting her footsteps, it was a long journey but she knew it'd be worth it.

And so she walked and walked till she reached the place, began digging the ground but dirt and mud was all that she could find. But she couldn't just go back to her son empty handed, and so she wandered far.

She wandered so far in fact that she reached the end, not the end of her journey but the end of the earth itself.

Somehow, in someway she managed to pass from under it, her will for her son to live another day far greater that anything, and so she emerged from the other side.

The void.

Where nothingness lived.

Looking at the vast empty space, she didn't know where she was, the line between the ground and walls was so blurred that she thought she's floating.

Panic and dread filled her mind as she raised her torch higher and higher, attempting to clear a path for her to see. For she had to go back to her son, all alone sleeping by himself.

Climbing the sky was her only solution, as she wondered the world, unknowingly lighting up a path with her as she went.

"And so the Sun Goddess wonders the sky above, in search for her son." Armin told you that day, before offering you his own lemonade to drink because he was still worried about you.

...

You can't recall how that day ended, you think you might have fell asleep on his lap right after.

The fairylights on the wall reminded you of the clear stars sky you've seen while on the farm, his grandfather was a really sweet guy too.

With your mind still coulded in drowsiness, your hearing was also delayed apparently, since you just noticed the book in Armin's hold was closed with him staring at you with a smile instead.

Moving so he could set the book on the nightstand, Armin turned towards you before pulling you closer to him, making sure the covers don't slip off of you. He cupped your face, stroking your cheek with love in his eyes.

"I'm sorry baby, did I take too long?" He said, glancing at the clock behind you answered his question.

You shook your head, murmuring a slurred "it's alright."

Posture visibly relaxing, he gave your cheek a small kiss before resting too on the pillow next to you, a yawn escaping him.

With half closed eyes, you saw him cuddling close to your chest, features softening as he bid you goodnight. Your hand moved to stroke his hair just like he always liked, lacing your fingers through the soft strands you closed your eyes too.

Warmth took over you, the feeling of his soft breath near your neck, the comfortable weight of his arms around you, the slow ticking of the clock, it all rocked you to sleep as you happily gave in.

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horror and chill

Ledger!Joker x Female Reader one shot

Summary: You and J watch a horror flick. Eventually you both grow bored, turning your attention onto one another. You don't make it through the movie.

Warnings- Cursing, NSFW, SMUT, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, light knife play, spanking, use of the word daddy(once), unprotected sex, brief degradation, choking, light blood play, J style fluff, ages 18+

This sort of popped into my head while I was watching a scary movie. I'm a sucker for watching horror movies in the dark. Let's just say my self indulgences deff kicked in with this one whew! Also forewarning, it’s very long.

The month of October has always been a favorite for you. That time of the year when Autumn is in full effect. The air outside is cooled down, where it's not too hot and not quite cold yet. Seasonal items return with a comeback, available to stock up on- whether they be edible goodies or scented candles. Then, of course, there's Halloween. Or spooky season, as the kids like to call it.

That special time where watching horror movies is an absolute must. Ordering takeout, nothing on but panties and an oversized tee, cuddling on the couch with a blanket, turning out all of the lights, and blasting the volume on the television to get the full effect. Yeah, it's one of your most prized traditions.

You and Joker have been together for well over year now. Let's just say he was around this time last year. He knew of your passion for this month, but he hasn't fully experienced it with you. Since that was a point where your relationship- if that's what you want to call it- was still fresh. Too early to establish complete trust and understanding in one another. Actually, you believe that still may be the case for J.

Not that you have anything against it. He's a highly complex and guarded man, he has a difficult time trusting people. In fact, he doesn't. But he's allowed you- and no one else- to come this close into his life, and it's pretty damn close. He trusts you enough and he's trying. There's nothing you'd ever do to betray that. You've come to accept it'll take a longer period before you'd get there fully.

Though it can be rough sometimes, you've had your fair share of fights. But he's never given you a reason to leave. You trust him, you've grown to love him. And while J would never confess to it, would never say it aloud, he adores you. He shows it in everything that he does for you. As for love, you've become aware and accepted that the word doesn't apply to him. He can't love. And that's okay.

Fast forward over to now, already a week into October. It's a Saturday night, and you're ready to continue your cherished routine, but with your beloved J. You've only watched two horror flicks thus far. Both nights had been alone, minus him and the takeout. He's been busy with his usual chaotic jobs, which kept him out later hours into the night. However you don't care about that right now, he called and informed you that he'll be home for tonight's showing.

"An' don't ah, don't ya dare start without me." J warned on the other end of the phone line.

"Well then you better hurry back," you playfully teased into the phone, "I already ordered the pizza and the movie is set to play."

That conversation ended about forty minutes ago. You sat on the couch in your shared apartment, waiting for him. Everything good to go, pizza has arrived, scented candles are lit, movie ready to proceed at the click of a button, and the lights are off- save for the small lamp by the entryway. The overall setting feeling eerily, just how you like it. It also feels quite romantic, which is a bonus.

You're wearing one of J's dress shirts with a blush thong underneath. Wrapped snug in a huge fluffy blanket in your designated spot(rightfully decided by you as this was your apartment first). Since he prefers to keep the apartment cold, you tend to get chilly a lot. Which was fine considering you have J and a vast selection of blankets to keep you warm. Currently, you have the blanket. All that's missing is J.

What's taking him so long? I'm gonna start the movie, I don't care. He'll just have to deal with it.. and I'm not rewinding it either.

You began to ponder while sitting in silence. Fingers tapping impatiently on the remote, debating whether or not you should carry on without him. With a loud huff, you glance over at the pizza box on the small table directly in front of you. In the amount of time you've waited, you managed to eat two slices already.

Then, you heard the familiar ruffling noise at the front door. The sound of the lock hurriedly being turned getting you to shoot your eyes towards it without moving your head. The door swings open and in walks J in all his glory, quickly shutting and locking the closure behind him.

"I'm home-ah!" A lilt in his voice as he exaggerates his arrival.

"You're late," you return displeasingly.

He narrows his glare at you, "well uh, hello to you too."

Rolling your eyes, you motion with your fingers, "I was this close to starting the movie without you. What took you so long?"

J works on shrugging off his plum trench coat. "What can I say? It was such a ah, easy breeze to get here." He throws sarcastically.

Shaking your head, you laugh, "I'm sorry J, I didn't mean to sound rude. I just missed you is all." You really do appreciate the extra efforts he goes through to make sure he gets here safe and undetected. To not be traced or followed. Be it by his fellow rivals, Gotham police, and in some cases- the Batman.

"Yeah doll, I know," he licks his lips, "I know." You watch him remove a few of his other articles to get more comfortable. His face paint isn't too disheveled which tells you his day went rather smoothly. Or as he prefers to call it- boring.

You open up the blanket to make space for him. Patting the empty spot right next to you, "hurry and get over here, pizza's getting cold."

Left in his purple slacks, dress shirt, and socks, he shuts off the last light before making his way over to plop onto the couch next to you. He allows you to snuggle against him. With the cover behind him, he doesn't feel the need to wrap himself in it. You, on the other hand, have your end burrito wrapped over you. Finally, you stick your hand out the blanket to hit play on the remote.

Twenty minutes in, you were beginning to grow less and less interested in the film. Nothing but a predictable storyline with a bunch of weak jump scares. Not to mention the overly cheesy acting. Though it wasn't completely terrible, it had a few good points to it. However this film probably won't make it onto your rewatch list. You failed to previously read the reviews for this one like you normally would when picking a new movie to watch. The plot sounded good when you had read it. Oh well, you gave it a shot.

J wasn't fond of the movie either. He's actually more bored of it than you are. Occasionally would he exhale blatantly or comment on one of the bad moments that came across. This. Is. Torture. He thought to himself staring blankly at the screen. And not the good kind. Alas, he'll bite his tongue and miserably sit through another hour because it is your movie night, and he knows how much this means to you.

You can't help but feel bad for having him sit through this with you- for you. Soon, you lost total interest in the film and your mind began to drift.. elsewhere. To his hand, resting freely between your soft thighs. His palm feels so warm against your flesh. But that's just J- always giving off heat. He's like your own personal heater. Sometimes warming you to the point you don't even need a blanket because it becomes too hot. Speaking of which, you removed the cover, preferring his signature warmth over the fabric's any day.

Your fingers start to brush lightly on his wrists and knuckles. The subtle touch earns you half smile followed with a pleased hum, which you see in your peripheral vision. He hasn't caught on yet, but your need for him is building fast.

You scooch closer to him in attempt to get his hand where you need it most without him catching on just yet. It didn't work, his hand isn't touching you. It's right there, mere millimeters away. Thinking about how amazing his hands feel when he touches you. When he grants you with friction as he rubs your throbbing clit. The wonderful spots he reaches when he relentlessly fucks you with those paint speckled fingers. Curling them deep, making you writhe and cry beneath him.

Clamping his wrist, your breath hitches at the thought. Shit. That was audible. For a split second, you thought you might have blown it. But Joker took it as something from the film frightening you.

"Quiet doll," he shushes, "you an' I both know the ah, movie ain't scary."

Fuck, you can't take it anymore. You want him to touch you. With a slight roll of your hips, you manage to get his hand to brush against your clothed heat. The smallest bit of friction causes you to release a muffled whimper.

J's arm stiffens and his face instantly snaps to look at you. You seize, halting your movement. No question, he felt what you did, sees the burning desperation in your eyes. Tossing his head back, he erupts in a delighted, high pitched cackle. "Oh-" more cackling laughter as he glances at you again, "so that's what that was." A malicious smirk spreads his scarred cheeks. He firmly grips the inside of your thigh, pulling you against him. "What happened bunny? Growin' needy?" Cupping your clothed mound, his fingers rub you teasingly.

"Yeah," you admit, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. Tightening your thighs around his wrist. Would've been no use lying to him when he'd easily seen and felt otherwise.

His rubbing comes to an abrupt stop. He taunts, "Ahh, this was your idea, hm. You were the one keen on a movie night, remember?"

"I know, but-"

"Ah-ta-ta," He cuts you off, "But nothing. This is what ya wanted, so that's what we'll do. We'll ah, sit here and watch."

Suddenly, he lifts you, effortlessly moving you into his lap. You yelp as your back is pressed flush against his torso. He separates your legs apart, you can feel his cock beginning to harden under you, pushing into the plush of your ass. One hand wraps around your chest, to roughly knead your breasts. The other slides under the shirt, gliding over your abdomen, down between your legs. To rub harsh circles on your excited clit through the thinly soaked fabric of your underwear.

"Ahh- fuck!" You whine, throwing your head back to rest on his shoulder, reaching around to grip his green locks.

J starts to kiss and nip his way down your neck. Leaving dark patches into your skin, accompanied by red and white splotches- completely marking you. Once he was satisfied with his marks, he leans closely by your ear. "You're dripping, doll," he whispers huskily, his hot breath brushing against your neck. "Now, you will sit here and watch the flick like a good girl, while I play with this needy little cunt of yours. No fussin' or fightin'. Got it?"

"Mhm, yes sir," you answer. Biting back the urge to smile at the thought of finally getting what you want. Fighting it off because, let's be real here, you know with J, it never comes along that easy. But he always makes it damn well worth it.

"Good, now sit still." He growls lowly onto your neck. With that, he pushed your panties to the side and began his torture. His fingers transitioning from fucking your aching hole to rubbing the drenched digits on your throbbing clit. Whispering twistingly sweet and dirty words into your ear while he slathers your own arousal all over your pussy.

He'd bring you close, on the verge of your orgasm, only to stop his movements entirely. Tearing it away from you before you could fall over that edge into pure ecstasy. You grew more and more frustrated each time he'd do that. Though you haven't fully, but you're rapidly losing your composure. Which already may be broken. Sweat is forming on your hairline, tears are prickling your eyes, your breath is starting to hitch. Starting to want it so bad you're teetering towards retaliating to get what you crave.

Joker's counting on it. He thrives on edging you, demands the control over you. As much as he prefers having you entirely at his mercy, he likes it when you lash back. Finds it rather amusing, makes for something a little bit more interesting. See how far you'll go before you snap so beautifully.

And that's now.

You start to buck your hips against his fingers that are going in and out of your pussy, along with his thumb assaulting your clit. Feeling that powerful knot reforming, you need to orgasm. "Oh f-fuck! Please!" You start pleading, "I-I can't take it anymore. Please J, l-let me cum!"

"You wanna cum?" He hints, removing his chin from your neck.

"Yes, God- yes please!" You cry out, clawing your nails into his thighs. Clamping down to gain better leverage. The wild rolling of your hips gets your ass brushing more against his hardened cock. Your arousal had already soaked through his pants a long time ago.

"Fuck," he hisses through gritted teeth, digging his fingers hard into your hip that's sure to leave an array of dotted bruises. He bucks absently into you, licking a wet, hot trail up your neck. "Mm, dirty girl. So you wanna play that game-ah?"

He moves his fingers faster and harder. Even over the loud volume from the television could the wet squelching sounds deriving from his ministrations be heard. The air filled with the scent of sex- your sex. So desperate and ready to let go and orgasm. It's driving you crazy.

"P-please- Ahh! Can I cum?" You plead. Hoping he'll reward you at least for asking.

"You can cum. Go on, babygirl. Cum on my fingers." He finally grants, fingers continuing to get you to ecstasy.

Well you didn't have to be told twice.

You release with a broken cry, orgasm gushing out onto his digits. Drenching the fabric of his pants beneath you. Your body spasming madly over his own while you ride out your high.

Coming down, J removed his hand from your pussy. His fingers are glistening, coated in your cum. He sticks them into your mouth. "Clean my fingers of the mess you made," he growls the command in your ear. Groaning in approval when you comply. Eagerly licking and sucking his digits clean of your juices. "Come here," he grabs your face, turning your head, making you look at him. "Give me a taste."

He kisses you, shoving his tongue into your mouth to savor the taste of your delectable juices. You kiss him back feverishly. One hand fisting in his hair, the other goes to stroke his cock. Still clothed, still hard. The action causing him to snarl against your lips, "such a greedy little thing. Always ah, wanting more. Ya just can't get enough of me, huh?"

"Never," you huff with a grin, "and telling by this-" you rub him again, "neither could you." His eyes snap to glare into yours viciously. Ohh, he's gonna make you pay for that snarky remark.

With hasty movements, J turns you around so that you're now facing him. Straddling his lap. He tears the shirt that adorned your body open, buttons flying to scatter the couch and floor. Someone's gonna have to sew those back on later, most likely you. He removes the shirt from you, carelessly tossing it aside.

With the large article gone, it granted him with a better view of the mess you made on his custom, pricey slacks. His entire crotch and thigh area is completely drenched in your juices. He gave a sigh which tried to make him sound annoyed or displeased. However, with the straining bulge pushing against you below, you know that was far from the case. His eyes traveled to land on your barley covered pussy, he groaned at the sight. The flimsy fabric of your thong sticking to one of your wonderful, wet lips. Your orgasm, still dribbling out your cunt.

He hooked a finger under the thin strap hugging your hip, pulling far enough only to have it fall and snap against you. Chuckling at your slightly startled reaction. "Bad girl. Misbehaving, talking back, making a mess of my pants? These aren't exactly 'buy at the store' ready. Maybe I should put your dirty mouth to use and have you suck your own juices up, hm?"

"I misbehaved?" You mock a pout, fully knowing what you did. Regardless, asking anyway.

His kneads the plush of your ass roughly. The callousness of his hands making you shiver in his grasp. You may think this position is in your favor, that you could use it to your advantage. But Joker's got you right where he wants you. The stern look in his blackened eyes and the firm hold he's got on you make that known. "You ah- were supposed to make it through the film without so much as a fuss. Remember that?"

"I was?" Your fingers ghost up his chest, "I don't remember that part." Now you're pushing it. He notices the smile threatening to creep your face. One of his hands shoots up to grasp a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, exposing your marked neck.

"Yes," he acknowledges slowly trailing his lips up your throat, "yes you do. You just chose to be a brat and not listen." His tone is dangerous, and it would've been absolutely frightening had you been anyone else instead of the only person he cares about in his life. Even though he'd never verbally admit that, frustrating as it is for him, he does care. He does. Which is why whenever you feel that tingle dubbed as fear creep up your spine, you still hold assurance. The flesh of his scars brush the underside of your chin, making you moan unabashedly. "Ya know I gotta punish you for that."

J uses his hold on your hair and hip to guide you to lay over his lap, your naked stomach pressed against his wet thighs, and most of all, his erection. He reaches over to the small table beside the couch, plucking an item you assume to be one of his signature knives. The distinct clicking sound indicates you were correct. It's a switchblade.

He drags the razor sharp blade along your spine until it reaches your underwear, almost on the verge of slicing into you. The thrill gets your heart pounding faster in your chest and ears. You love it when he cuts you, and he's aware of that. But this is a punishment, so you won't be getting what you want.. least not yet. Placing it under the strap, he tears the article to shreds, carelessly nicking you a few times in the process. Alright, so the little nicks he can't control. Those just come naturally. Tossing the ruined fabric aside, he palms your ass cheeks, favoring a spot to start spanking. "Count. We'll ah, stop when I decide you've had enough."

His palm came down hard against your ass, sending an electrifying jolt through your entire body causing you to yelp. "One!" You count. The stinging grew worse with each spank. He hit you hard, but it wasn't anything you couldn't bare. Warm tears steamed down your reddened cheeks. It hurt in a wonderful way, your pussy leaking more arousal as it progressed. He continued to spank you until he grew bored of hearing the same cries and whines.

"Last one bunny," he subtly praised, soothing over the bright marks in your flesh that are starting to welt and bruise. With that, his hand came down a final time. This one stinging the worst.

"Fif- fifteen." You manage to rasp, mind overcome with the lust you had building up. At this point you need him inside you. You need his cock buried deep in your aching core and you need him now. "Please f-fuck me J. I need you!" Your body arched into his as you begged.

J snickered, "need me huh? How bad?" His hand went back to your abused ass to shove you forward, so that your pelvis was atop his as he purposely rolled his erection against your painfully heated sex. The friction drawing a long, strained moan from your lips which pleased him. "Tell me bunny. How, how bad do ya need my cock?"

"Bad- oh so fucking bad- I need your cock! P-Please J, please daddy, fuck me!" You practically shout, resorting to the word daddy. A word which you hardly use, but do when need be. And now was a time of great need.

A snarl left his lips as he yanks you off briefly to undo his pants and shove them down. His cock finally free from the uncomfortable confines, he sighs with relief as he takes it into his hand, pumping a few times. The tip, red and angry with his precum beading out. "Get over here now," he growls impatiently.

Wasting no time, you swing your leg over both of his, reclaiming your previous place of straddling him. You grabbed-rather pawed- his shoulders for leverage. His thick head lines up with your dripping entrance, then he pulls you down, driving his length inside with a powerful thrust. Knocking the wind from you as he filled you. Fuck, how he stretched you so good.

After a brief second for you both to adjust- you to his size and him to recompose himself- he instructs you to- "Move."

To which you do. Rapidly bouncing yourself up and down on his cock. Unashamed at the loud moans and whimpers continuously leaving your lips. This was exactly what you needed, and having been denied lots tonight it felt amazing to finally have this. You moved like your life depended on it.

J grunted as he met your thrusts with his languid ones, his hands guiding the movement of your hips. He held back from pounding into you, oh how he's going to pound into you, just not yet. Which means he's definitely in the mood to tease you to an extent, in any and every way that he can. What an asshole.. Your asshole.

Your arms went to wrap around him. To your surprise, he didn't shove them off. Instead, his chin went to rest in the crook of your neck, catching glimpse of the illuminated TV screen. The movie was still on.

"Mhm, you're just a horny little slut, aren't ya?" He sneered. "Can't even get through a movie without having my cock inside of ya."

There was no way you could give him a proper response. So wrapped were you in the exhilarating feeling of him that any words to a sentence you tried to form wouldn't come out. What did manage to slip out was muddled babbling. He snickered at your incoherence.

The female protagonist on the screen started to scream. The shrieking noise caught both your attention, though your actions didn't falter. "This woman's a terrible actor," J criticized the lady, "her scream is so fake, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes- ah," you return finding your voice, "It s-sure is."

He removed one hand from your hip, gliding it up the valley between your breasts to grip your neck. Glaring menacingly into your eyes momentarily before muttering, "I think you could give me a better one." You knew from his low tone that something malicious just popped into his head. His fingers tightened, "Let's see if you could scream louder than the girl on the screen. Can ya do that for me sweets?"

You nodded feverishly within his hold, "yes J."

Satisfied with the answer, he began driving his cock vigorously up into you. The harsh slapping of skin heard as his hips pound mercilessly against your own. The spontaneous change of pace left you almost completely breathless. Your orgasm was fast approaching. Eyes squeezing shut as he fucked you relentlessly. You screamed, "Oh fuck!"

Your beautiful screams rang harmoniously in his ears like a favored tune. That he could play on repeat over and over and never grow tired of hearing. Your screams and moans are definitely his favorite sounds, aside from explosions and gunfire. He can't help but want more. Crave more.

"Come on doll, get louder," he teases, "I know ya could do better than that." He went to tug your head to the side, exposing the junction between your neck and shoulder. Sinking his yellowed teeth in, biting down hard to draw blood. That was just the push you needed. Your eyes roll back and your walls clench tightly around his length, releasing a shattering scream as you cum violently around his cock.

J lapped the fresh blood from where he bit you. "Hm, that's it," he groaned, "now that's a real scream." He kept going, his pace never letting up. In fact, soon as your hands went to tug at his hair did his thrusts speed up.

You yank his head from your neck to look into his intoxicating eyes, moving to glance towards your blood on his lips. Crashing them with yours to taste that savory metallic flavor for yourself. You take his bottom lip between your teeth and bite down harshly, earning a rumbling groan from him.

He's getting closer and closer to his own peak as you're nearing another. When you feel his thumb move to rub rigorous circles on your sensitive clit, you release his lip with a sharp cry. "J!"

Your walls clamping painfully tight around his throbbing dick, vision blurring as you cum. Nails digging into his broad chest, probably creating tiny bruises under the shirt.

He relishes in the pinch of pain you give him. Combined together with your sinful noises, the sight of your face contorted in ecstasy, and the feeling of your tight warm walls. With that, he buries himself in you and cums hard. A moan mixed with a groan like noise slipping from his lips while he shoots his hot load into your cervix. So much, that some leaks out while you milk him of every last drop.

J collects his breath before lifting your weight up to slip out of you. Your pussy lips are so swollen that his cum isn't even able to drip down once he's out. He sets you onto the couch beside him, getting up to go into the restroom to clean himself and grab a damp rag to bring back to you.

As you regain yourself, you manage to sit a little more up on the couch. Wincing, trying not to sit up all the way due to the soreness already starting to form between your legs. You wrap the blanket around your naked form and silently contemplate. The sex was amazing sure, but you still felt bad for ruining movie night with a terrible movie.

The sound of J coming back in hadn't even registered with you until he waved his hand in your view, tearing you from your thoughts. You blink quickly, offering him a smile to hide it. But J had already seen the small frown when he walked back. And he wanted to know the reason behind it, since it was out of the ordinary. Usually you're always smiling in your post orgasmic state.

"What's carving a frown in ya, pumpkin?" He asks, a hint of concern in his tone as he hands you the small towel. The strange nickname causes you to giggle and he eases knowing you're alright.

"It's nothing J," you say shyly, "I'm just.. I'm sorry the movie sucked. I promise I'll pick a better one next time."

He hums, saying nothing else as he sits back down beside you. Draping his arm behind the couch behind you. Blankly watching the last of the movies end credits while you clean yourself with the rag.

You start to laugh again, "Well, now I really wanna carve a pumpkin. This place could use a couple. How about tomorrow I get some for us to carve?"

He grins sinisterly, "ya know, I'm usually carving into people."

"Pumpkins are less messy. Like, way less." You playfully respond.

"I like messy," he huffs.

"Yeah I know you do." You smile knowingly at him, lightly tracing the hexagonal patterns on his shirt. "I thought it would be fun. You don't have to if you don't want to."

J licks his scars as he ponders on it. Any activity having to do with a carving into something with a knife, count him in. "Ah, what the hell. Alright. What better way then to uh, help me spruce up on my slicing skills." He traces his hand out in front of him, as if he were carving a smile into something. This action causes you to release a genuine laugh. And in that moment, J relishes in hearing yet another one of his favorite sounds~

Woah, so that's the end! I hope you guys liked it. Again, sorry that it was so long. I can't help but make these super lengthy when it comes to smut😭

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