#HE KNEW WHEN HE HAD A MEETING WITH THE BOSS THAT THEY WOULDNT LET HIM WALK AWAY

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𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞

- 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!drug boss!reader

genre: smut with some plot -> 18+ only!!

warnings: knife play, gun play, blood play, blood licking, mentions of death, mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, implied sex on drugs, chocking (sexual way)...., i hope i didn't forget anything but yeah this one here is a little bit darker

even though this is all written with the intention that it's 100% consensual, please keep in mind that guns, knives (and indirectly drugs) are involved

words: ~5.7k

summary: a visit to his drug boss turned into a fight over control and power which can only one of them win

note: this is also repost from my old blog (dreamingwithrafe) and honestly, idk if this is edited

48 hours. That’s the amount of time Rafe Cameron had to come up with five thousand dollars. Sure, for someone like him this shouldn't be a big deal but his dad cut off his money as a punishment for misusing the money he gave him for generators after the storm “Agatha'' hit the outer banks. He was broke and in deep shit. So deep, that alone the thought of time passing every second sent a cold shiver down his spine. He knew Barry wasnt one to fuck with, no drug dealer was but it was something else, something that Barry said before Rafe left his house, that wouldnt leave his brain.

“If you’re screwing me, it’s not just me that you’re screwing, it’s her.”

Her.

Now, Rafe Cameron had never met her before but he heard the stories. Stories of cars burning in driveways, stories of boats that fail in the middle of the ocean and even whole companies being shut down all because of her. Not a lot of people on this island have ever come across her, or maybe they have but never knew it was her. Those unlucky souls that did indeed meet her, described her as a woman made of nothing but cold beauty, as if the devil made her himself. Eyes so pure and warm, a body so divine and perfect with a soul so dark and evil, even Lucifer himself would shiver if he ever looked into it.

But Rafe didn't believe these stories. How could a woman, described as barely older than him, be capable of something like that? How could someone with eyes so pure be so evil and yet, even though he tried to convince himself, alone the thought of being exposed to her anger, sent shivers down his spine.

And yet, he found himself at the address, an unknown number texted him, as word got around that he wanted to meet her. He had to check twice if he was at the right address, since he found himself in front of his step moms favorite flower shop.

He let his hand trace over his back pocket, checking if everything he might need was there, before he took a deep breath and walked towards the store.

“Hello darling, what can I do for you?” An elderly woman asked as soon as he entered the shop.

“I uhmm…” He paused as he tried to remember the code word that was given him. “I am here for uhmm… black lilies.”

“Black lilies?” She asked as she raised an eyebrow.

“Yep. Black lilies.”

“Well then you have to come with me, sir.” She signalized him to follow her and walked into the private area of the shop where she stopped in front of a door. She opened it with her key before signaling him to go inside. It was an old utility room, or so he thought. In reality it was some sort of elevator that brought him down into the basement of the building.

When the door opened, he found himself in some sort of dark office. It looked comfortable, even though it had no sort of daylight. Even though the room had no windows, it smelled fresh in there, like flowers. He quickly found them on the shelf next to another door, probably coming from the flower shop above them. In the middle was a desk and behind it, sat a woman, with a glass of brown liquor in her right hand and a newspaper in the other. She was laying back in her chair with her feet resting on the desk.

“I’ve been expecting you, Rafe Cameron.” She said, without looking up at the man in front of the elevator. “Now come on darling, take a seat.” She smiled softly as she gestured to the seat on the other side of the desk. He was only now able to see her whole and they weren’t wrong. She was beautiful, probably the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, with eyes so soft he felt like he could tell her everything. Her wavy hair was falling over her shoulders gracefully, matching her silky black dress perfectly. he didn’t see much of it, since it was hidden behind her desk but it was tight, so tight that he could see the borders of what he assumed were nipple piercings, making it hard for Rafe to keep his eyes up.

“Thank you, Miss …”

“(Y/L/N).”

“(Y/L/N).” He finished.

“Now, can I offer you something to drink, Mr. Cameron?” She asked, with a smile so beautiful, one could easily forget who she was.

“I’m good, thank you.”

“So whiskey or vodka? I also got rum but you don’t really seem like a rum type of person.”

“Whiskey.” He answered shortly.

She nodded and poured him a drink. He took the time she was distracted to look around her office a little bit more, trying to figure out if she could have any weapons hidden but there was one thing he’d noticed immediately, since the second he entered that office.

“So… are you alone down here?” He asked, trying to hide the slight shakiness in his voice.

She looked at him in disbelief before handing him his drink. “That’s not a subtle way to find out if it’s just the two of us, Mr. Cameron.”

“Oh god, no I… I just thought that maybe you’d have some security or something.”

“See darling, if i’ve learned one thing during my few years in this business, it’s to not trust anyone else with my safety, except myself.” She scoffed. “But why are you asking? Are your intentions not as pure as I thought they were?” She asked carefully, her eyes never leaving him.

Her gaze burned right through him, causing him to shit around in his seat. “Oh no they are as pure as they can be.” He spoke, his voice a little bit shakier than he intended to be and his eyes not leaving the desk in front of him, as he desperately tried to avoid hers. He was clearly nervous and she knew it.

“Hmmm.” She purred as she swung her legs from the table in order to position herself closer to him. He now looked around the room, pretending like he was just waiting for a response when he suddenly felt a cold material against his skin, gently pushing his face up. He didn't need to look in order to know what it was, he knew exactly what the barrel of a gun felt like. He swallowed at the realization, now slowly looking up into her eyes. What once seemed so warm and welcoming once, now turned ice cold. “Then tell me, pretty boy, why aren’t you able to look me in the eyes? You haven't once since you arrived here, only starring when I wasn’t looking. Such a shame actually, you have such pretty eyes.”

“I…” He wanted to say something but it was like the words suddenly left his brain, but even if he had known what to say, he wouldn’t have gotten any word out due to his throat turning dry as dust.

“Shht it’s okay, darling, I knew about that gun in your backpocket since the moment you got here. You should really learn how to hide it better. Now tell me, why did you want to meet?” She smirked, “And before you answer, slowly put your gun up here and leave your hands on the table. Don’t bother lying sweetheart, I’ll know.” Her voice turned dark now, nothing like the sweet sound from when he first got there.

“Fine.” He growled, as he reached into his back pocket and did as he was told. She pushed the gun aside with a grin, her eyes still not leaving him for a second. “I owe you money, a lot actually and-”

“And you wanted to ask for more time?” She let out a soft laugh.

“Oh come on, don’t pretend like you didn’t know that already.” The boy scoffed and it was as if something shifted in him. “Now you have my hands and my gun, what about you putting that thing away so we can have a civilized conversation.”

“So, so many demands, one could think you’re the one charge.”

“Oh no baby, we all know you are.” He smirked, a dark sparkle in his light eyes.

She was clearly surprised at his sudden confidence but impressed enough to put the gun away. “So you came here, only to tell me that you have no money?” She chuckled. “That’s bold.”

“I thought maybe I could do something else for you, to pay my debt.” The young man proposed, causing the girl to raise an eye. “A job, of course.” He added quickly as he realized how his proposal sounded at first. Even though he would have lied to himself if he said he wouldn’t be open for that as well.

“And what job do you have in mind Mr. Cameron?” She asked as she leaned forward, crossing her arms under her chest. “What could you possibly do for me that would cover your debt?”

“You tell me.” He smirked confidently. “You’re the boss, aren't you?” Now it was him that moved closer to her. It was hard to tell for either of them where this new found confidence came from when his heart was in his boots only moments ago. But there was something else Rafe was feeling, a feeling that came up everytime she laid her eyes on him. He was smitten by her beauty and her power and he didn’t want to admit it but he was impressed. How did she manage to climb that ladder up so high, in a business that was dominated by middle aged men?

“Right… You know, I might actually have a job for you.”

“Continue…”

She told him about how she needed a driver for her next shipment since her regular one got into an accident. It was an easy job and would pay way more than he owed her. He was in immediately, no further questions asked. She was about to explain the details when her phone started ringing.

“Excuse me.” She mumbled as she grabbed her phone and disappeared into the next room.

While she was gone, Rafe used the time to look around when his eyes fell on the leftovers of some white powder next to her glass. He wasn’t craving anything right now, but he knew he’d be later.

Rafe also knew it was a bad idea from the moment he got it but he knew how the withdrawal would feel like, he had to go through it way too often before. So he got up and carefully looked around, trying to find any sign of her coming back but he could still hear her cussing around in the other room in a language that he assumed was Spanish. It made sense since he knew she had contacts in middle and south america.

He walked around the desk, trying not to make a sound, until he was standing next to her empty chair. He tried to open the drawers but none of them would open except for one. He carefully opened it and there it was, a tiny bag of white powder.

He thought about it for another moment, knowing this would probably be the stupidest thing he ever did, even worse than buying that bike from the generator money, but then, when the addiction hit, no one was able to think rational and Rafe Cameron the least.

He took the bag and quietly closed the drawer, again, trying not to make any alarming noises.

He shoved the bag into his pocket and let himself fall back into the seat, as he waited for her to come back.

“I’m so sorry darling, someone messed up my last shipment and now they’ve got the cops investigating.”

“I… I’m sorry to hear that ma’am.”

“Oh don’t worry about it sweetheart, it will resolve itself on its own soon.” She smirked confidently as if she had a backup plan for something like this all along.

“I’m afraid I have to leave now…” Rafe stumbled, trying to contain his voice from becoming all shaky again but it was hard considering he just robbed a drug boss. “Can you… can you text me the details?”

“Sure.” She answered, with a smile on her face that was way too soft and friendly for his liking.

He got up and reached out to shake her hand, which she returned. “Then…thank you for giving me this chance and I promise I won’t disappoint.”

“Oh, you won’t.” She smirked and got closer to him, dangerously closer to him.

He gave her a stern and rather uncomfortable nod before he turned around on his heels, dying to get out of there as soon as possible. He thought he did it when he suddenly felt the cold metal of a gun pressed against his head. He closed his eyes at the feeling, trying to stay calm because he knew doing that was his best and probably only option.

“Did you really think I would just let you walk away after you stole from me?” She whispered into his ear, followed by a soft laugh. “You really are dumber than I thought.”

“If you shoot me, you will never see your money.” He spoke quietly.

“You think I’m relying on your money?” She chuckled. “Sweetheart, I'd buy myself a new pair of heels from the money you owe me.” He took a deep breath, trying to think of what to do next. He still had his gun in his back pocket but she was standing so close to him, he was sure that she even felt it against her leg. “Now put your hands up, pretty boy.”

He did as told and slowly turned around, now looking directly into her stone cold eyes. He tried to keep cool but his heart was pounding like it never had before. He was scared, obviously but there was also something about this scenario that turned him on. Maybe it was the intoxicating smell of her perfume, maybe it was the way her eyes flickered when she scanned him upside down, or maybe it was the way her dress hugged her body so perfectly, like it was made just for her, revealing just the perfect amount of skin but not too much. He knew he shouldn't feel that way, she was dangerous, she was a killer and soon she would have his blood on her hands but if she was so bad, then why was so down for her?

He tried to hide it but she saw the fear in his eyes. He was terrified and she thought it was adorable. She didn’t lie earlier, she never lied, he did have pretty eyes and if she wasn't careful she might have lost herself in them. She had trouble admitting it to herself but she was intrigued. How could such a pretty boy, coming from one of the richest families of the island get himself in so much trouble? Stealing from her? Especially after she was so gracious and offered him a job to pay his debt? She knew what she had to do, she had to keep up her reputation after all but if she knew what to do then why wasn’t he dead on the floor already? Why was he still standing in front of her? If she knew what to do then why wasn’t he on his knees, pleading for his damn life? If she knew what to do then why was she still standing there, thinking about the taste of his lips on hers?

He got closer to her, as he bit his lips while his eyes flickered from hers down to her lips. He was close, his lips almost touching hers and his breath so hot against her skin it always felt like he could burn her. She was the one with her finger against the trigger and yet her heart beat so fast, she thought it might explode.

“So what, you gonna shoot me now?” He whispered.

“You know I have to. You stole from me.”

“Hm.” He chuckled softly against her lips. “Then do it sweetheart, shoot me.”

She closed her eyes, preparing to pull the trigger when she suddenly felt his lips on hers. The kiss was slow and shaky at first, considering he still had a gun to his head but it quickly turned into something hungry and passionate. She leaned into it as she pushed him against the wall behind them. She could feel him smirking against her lips as his hand wandered over her hips until it landed on her ass. She tried to stay focused, careful not to lose control with her gun still pressed onto his head, signaling him one wrong move and it could all be over. But she couldn't keep her focus for long, as his kisses got more intense each second and his hand movements became bolder with each kiss. It was as if he forgot about his situation, or as if he just stopped caring. She was about to forget it herself when he suddenly swung her around, making her drop the gun at the harsh impact against the wall. She wanted to do something about it but got quickly stopped by a clicking sound and the feeling of cold metal against her head.

She swallowed at the sudden change of situation, knowing he was in control now. She silently cursed at herself for not taking his gun away when she stopped him in front of the elevator but maybe some part of her knew what they were doing when she chose to ignore it.

“You dropped something, princess.” He smirked, knowing god damn well he won this round. “I’m in charge now.”

“Looks like it.” She whispered as she bit her lip. “Then tell me darling, what happens next?”

(Y/N) would lie if she said she didn’t like how the tables have turned. She would lie if she said it didn’t drive her crazy how he tricked her into losing her focus. She would lie when she said it didn’t make her even hornier than before and the pool in her thong proved it.

She could regain control of the situation with ease and he would be stupid if he thought otherwise. (Y/N) knew what she was doing, she knew to never rely on solely one weapon, she knew better than that.

Coward. She thought to herself after she didn’t get any response. She leaned in and started kissing his neck in order to take matters into her own hand. She knew what she had to do and his lack of anticipation only made it easier for her. Or so she thought.

“Wanna make you feel good.” She breathed into his ear as she gently dug her teeth into his soft skin. “Please.”

“But what gentleman would I be if I wouldn't make sure you’re satisfied first?” He smiled. “Rafe Cameron always makes sure his girl is satisfied first.”

She swallowed at the realization that he saw right through her. Because Rafe knew better than to trust her. “Now head back against the wall, princess.” He grinned. “And don’t move.”

She did as she was told and leant back. He leant in as he started placing wet kisses on her neck before traveling back to her lips where his tongue quickly gained control of her mouth. His one finger still on the trigger, his other hand went down and slowly crawled under the dress where he was met with the sharp end of a pocket knife. He laughed at the pain, knowing he was right.

“Hm, would you look at that?” He grinned as he pulled it out from beneath her dress, blood dripping down his hand. “Look what you did to me baby.” He didn't really expect an answer and he didn’t get one. All he got was a wicked smirk on her lips and a look so evil, he could have sworn his heart stopped for a second. She slowly reached on to his hand, never breaking eye contact as she put his fingers into her mouth, careful not to cut herself with the knife still in his hands. She sucked off every single drop of blood before releasing his fingers.

“Took care of it, didn’t I?”

He chuckled at the realization of what just happened before leaning back in. The kiss was hungrier now, as his tongue traced her mouth, making him taste his own blood on her tongue. He put the gun back into his pocket, knowing it would be easier if he focused on one weapon at a time.

She could feel the sharp blade tracing over her skin as he cut off her thong with one quick cut. She whined at the pain as the knife cut her skin, causing Rafe to giggle. “What? Did I hurt you sweetheart?” He asked with a tone of fake concern in his voice.

“Just a tickle.”

“Hmmm.” He mourned against her skin as he let his tongue travel over her skin, cleaning up the blood trail the knife caused. “So sweet.”

She gasped at the burning pain when his saliva met her wound but let her head fall back against the wall, as his tongue swirled through her folds and sweet moans escaped her mouth. This man knew exactly what he was doing as he let the tip of his tongue trace over her clit before slamming it back inside. He still held the knife in his one hand, ready just in case she got any stupid ideas but his other hand was free to support his tongue. She held up her leg and laid it onto his shoulder, giving him not only more space to work his wonders but also giving her control over his movements. Because even if Rafe thought he had all the power, (Y/N) would never give up complete control.

She tried to keep quiet at first, not wanting Rafe to know how much she loved this but he saw how wet she was before and he could feel her walls tighten around his tongue, knowing she was close.

“Don’t try to hide your pretty voice for me darling, let me hear you.” He muffled against her pussy, sending vibrations through her body that only brought her closer to the edge.

“Don’t… don’t stop!” She whimpered between her moans.

And he didn’t stop. He kept going faster and deeper until her screams filled the room and he was pretty sure the lady from above could hear them. He helped her ride out her orgasm and licked it all clean afterwards, looking like a little boy who just got his first ice cream.

“Now, on your knees.” He demanded, as he let his pants slip down his legs, revealing his cock in front of her. She smirked at the sight, disappointed that her plan didn't work earlier but still hungry for him.

She opened up as she let the tip of his length slide over tongue, the taste of precum traveling through her mouth. He still had the knife in his hand but her movements ripped him out of reality and forced him to forget his environment, only focusing on the touch of her tongue on his skin. (Y/N) knew exactly what she was doing, her tongue tracing over his cock as if it was programmed to do just this and nothing else.

She looked up at him with innocent eyes but he could see an evil sparkle shining right back at him.

It didn’t take long until he was falling apart inside her but she took it all, like he did before. He was so wrapped up in the feeling of euphoria that he hadn’t noticed and before he knew she was standing right in front of him with the knife under his chin. As he slowly came to realize what just happened, he tried to carefully reach into his back pocket but he was met with nothing.

“You looking for this, pretty boy?” She smirked devilishly, as she let the small gun spin through her fingers.

He swallowed, knowing that she had it all and he had indeed, nothing. “What now, princess? Gonna kill me now?” He got closer to her, completely ignoring the sharp pain of the knife that started to bury itself into his skin. “Do it. Do it baby but we both know that we’re not quite finished yet.” He whispered against her skin, sending a cold shiver down her spine.

She knew she could end it now, end it and she would win. But then she would never know how he would feel inside of her. She would never know how it feels to have him thrusting against her g-spot or how it would feel to be skin to skin with his naked body.

“You’re hesitating.” He stated, with narrowed eyes as if he was about to realize something. He chuckled softly, before slowly taking her wrist and moving it away from his throat. “You can let go sweetheart, I'm not going to run from you.”

She looked up at him, debating whether she should trust him or not. He gently let his hand slide through her hair as he pulled away loose strands and tugged them behind her ear and for a second, he could’ve sworn there was a softness in her eyes that he had never seen before. “I don’t…” She tried to say but she was too distracted. Too distracted by his hand in her hair and his other on her wrist and too distracted by his scent that blew through her nose, intoxicating all her senses.

“Shhht.” He whispered softly, with his finger now on her lips. “You don’t have to say anything darling.” He smiled. “Just relax.”

She looked at him, his eyes full of warmth, something that she hasn’t seen too often before. It felt as if he genuinely liked her, as if genuinely cared but then who was she fooling, he probably just wanted to distract her into giving into him once again. And it worked. The moment his lips touched hers she lost. The kiss was slow, not as hungry and passionate as before, as if he tried to calm her down. As if he could feel how fast her heart beat in her chest, how nervous she became with every second. He gently pushed her back against the table, hoping she’d let go of the weapons in her hands but she held steady. He had her but she was still the one in control and he hated that. His mouth wandered to her neck where he traced his tongue up to her ear, gently nibbling around her earlobe.

“Hop up baby.” He breathed into her, causing her to moan out at the tickling feeling in her ear.

The feeling shot through her whole body as she lost control of any power circling through her hands. She lost the feeling of metal against her skin but she didn’t notice, not even the klirr as the gun met the ground beneath her. All she felt was his hot breath against her skin and his erection against her cunt, that she lost sight of everything around her.

She did as told and hopped up on her desk. Rafe let go of her wrist and held up his arms, so she could pull off his shirt. She laid the knife beside her and pushed the fabric of his shoulders while he pushed his boxers down his legs completely. He then pushed her dress away under her ass until he could pull it off her body. He stopped for a second, completely hypnotized by the beauty of her body. The tattoos that marked her skin, a thin, red dragon that made its way up her rips in the right side of her body, a black rose under her left boob and many other small ones such as a date under her right boob. But the one that caught his attention the most was a snake, just between her tits. Thin, black lines with red details that crawled their way up her sternum. It only took over a small part of her body, and yet it looked incredibly majestic.

She watched him as he mustered her body, probably thinking what each of the pictures on her skin meant. He gently let his hand travel over her skin, until his thumbs reached her nipples. He carefully slid over the cold metal of her piercings, causing her to get goosebumps all over her skin.

“You’re beautiful.” He smiled softly. “Now lay down for me princess.”

She swung her leg over the table, accidentally pushing off their glasses from before. She winced at the sound of the glass breaking but quickly calmed down as Rafe hopped on right behind her, now sitting on top of her. His lips not even inches away from hers, he let his finger slide over her skin until he reached her clit. He gently massaged her until he slid inside, making sure she was ready for him.

“Please…” She whimpered, but he pulled out his fingers and placed them on her mouth, making her taste herself.

“Patience darling.” He whispered against her lips, “You want me inside of you but I don’t even know your name.”

He was right, she had only told him her last name. Only very close people to her knew her first name and Rafe Cameron, was so far away from close and yet he was the one she felt the closest to she had felt in a very long time.

“(Y/N)…” She breathed against his skin, “It’s… It’s (Y/N)”

“How pretty. Now are you gonna be a good girl for me (Y/N)?” He smiled at her nod and gently pushed himself inside her. She was indeed ready for him as he didn’t even need to use his fingers for help.

They both moaned out in sync at the feeling of him inside her. He took her hand and buried his inside, while his other hand went to her throat. She let out a quiet moan at the pressure against it, and let her hand travel through his hair, pulling him down into her lips.

While she dominated his mouth, he had control of his movements. It was as if they were made for each other, his tip perfectly reaching her spot every time he thrusted into her walls hugging him so tight, as if they never wanted to let him go again.

“You’re so tight baby girl…” He breathed out, “So perfect for me.”

She wrapped her legs around his back, losing one of her heels in the process. She pushed him even closer into her, almost screaming at the feeling as he thrusted into her even stronger. Her walls tightened around him, he knew she was close but he didn’t want it to end yet, no he wanted this to last forever.

“Rafe…” She whimpered, tears in her eyes as he pushed her closer towards her breaking point.

“Hold on baby girl, hold on for me.” He whispered as he leaned in for another kissing session. His one hand united with hers, his other leaving choking marks on her neck while her nails traced red lines over his back, so that everyone knew who he belonged to. Her.

She had never felt this sort of connection before, sure he messed up, he had bad intentions the second he entered her office but she couldn’t help it. He had her wrapped around his finger and they both knew it. Maybe it was his smile, maybe it was the way his scent intoxicated her thoughts or maybe it was just the drugs but in this moment she would’ve done everything for him and (Y/N) was never one to fall for anyone.

“Faster baby.” She whimpered between the kisses, a wish he was only happy to grant.

He sped up his pace causing her to scream out his name. “Music to my ears.” He chuckled. He then went even faster as his orgasm started to build up as well.

“Hm can’t hold it anymore…” She cried out, a tear streaming down her face. “Please…”

He thrusted into her harder and merciless as her walls tightened around him and they both let out moans and screams of pleasure as they reached their breaking points.

She had her eyes closed, as she tried to recover from her high, a soft smile on her lips. He took that picture in for a second, her makeup all messed up from her tears. It was a beautiful sight and he wished he would never have to look at something different but he also knew what he had to do.

She was about to open her eyes and say something, when she felt cold and sharp metal pressed against her throat. She opened her eyes back up and looked at his, eyes dark but with a hint of sorrow buried inside of them.

“Hm.” She scoffed. “Of course.” She tried to stay cool but he saw the tears forming in her eyes.

He was still sitting on her, pressing her body down on and cornering her between himself and the cold table beneath them. There was no way for her to turn this around and they both knew it.

He made her give up her weapon and she trusted him. She let down her guard, something that she had never done before with anyone and now she had to pay the price.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered into her ear as he leaned down. “But we both knew this could only end in two ways.” He paused, leaning back to look into her eyes, gently wiping away the tear rolling out of her beautiful eye. “And… and it seems like I won.”

“Seems like you did.” She whispered before closing her eyes and accepting whatever fate it was that Rafe Cameron had for her.

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Scaramouche x fem!reader, fluff, running away, youre both married, scaramouche no longer a fatui, called him "Kuni", sort of soft scaramouche(?) proofread i think 😃

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Ocean waves came on about, hitting the sand beneath and splashing water to nearby rocks

Small sea creatures quickly made their way back to the ocean waters after getting swept away by the strong waves

And you were there, casually admiring up on one of the rocks not caring if you got your outfit wet. Your hair swaying gently by the wind.

Youve moved to the beach long ago with your lover, scaramouche, who was once the balladeer.

The both of you had made work of living by the seaside, adapting was easier than expected, then its probably because the both of you were in it together.

You ran away with him here. Far away from Snezhnaya, far away from the fatui and far away from the past.

As you were in a daze watching the ocean, you started to remember how he asked you to run away with him all those years ago.

"Lets run away together (name)" he said with full determination, eyes showing how serious he was but also how worried he was with how you'd take his statement. It was sudden and out of the blue and he knew

Your eyes widen "what..?" You were shocked, baffled. You didnt know what to say or do, what he said was unexpected and came out of the blue.

"You heard me, lets run away together. You and me. Far away from here, far away from the fatui." He held both of your hands and placed it near his chest as he continued "we can live in peace, we can live together forever. Im sick of this place and I want to spend my lifetime with you always"

You stared at him and started to think. Never once in your life did you think you would ever hear the 6th of the fatui harbinger, your boss, your lover, propose such an idea. The thought of running away will be risky, and if even 1 thing went wrong the whole plan will far apart which worried you. You dont know what would happen to you or him

You looked down as you thought more to yourself. Being with him is what you wanted, he was the reason being in the fatui was bearable as the days went by. Although you both had to keep your relationship a secret, running away would mean that you both wouldnt have to hide it anymore. No more sick experiments to see, no more killing people, no more orders

It will just be you and him againts the world.

You both will finally have a place to call home.

♡♡♡♡

"(Name)!" A voice called out which took you off your train of thoughts. Cranking your head up to meet the voice who called out your name

Out in the distance you saw your lovely husband, hands in his pocket as his hair as well as clothes swayed by the wind, "he looks stunning as always" you thought to yourself.

There was comfortable silence between the 2 of you before you smiled and went off the rock you were sitting on, walking towards him.

Sometimes you thought that maybe running away wasnt a good idea as you both had to face a lot of hardships throughout the journey, and you wondered how your life would have been if you both stayed in the fatui.

But its moments like this that make you remember

That you would sacrifice anything and everything if it means you both could be together and live comfortably.

"Kuni" you said, smiling at him placing your hand on his cheek as you careess it, making him lean into your hand.

You looked so pretty, the sunlight shining on your skin before the moon came up to greet the world. He couldnt help but kiss you, of course you kissed back.

After some time he pulled away and placed his hand on your shoulder, making you lean on him as you both watched the sunset, listening to the waves crash on the rocks and hitting both of your feets

"Lets go home shall we?" He asked you after a moment of silence

"Yeah... home"

Looking up at him you smiled as tears swelled up in your eyes

"Lets go home"

You knew you wouldnt have it any other way.

♡♡♡♡

[karatekels]

Chef’s Kiss - Part 1

Original Prompt: (From dioswry on Ao3) I’d love for it to be kk3 Terry again! I want reader definitely to be innocent and inexperienced. I thought that they’d meet at some kind fancy rich event where she got invited for smth? and that at that time she’s also friends with Daniel so she knows that Terry’s currently training him (so she obviously thinks he’s a really good guy) She’s also interested in how the training goes so Terry invites her to watch them a few times and she’d fall for him in the process. though one day she’d visit without notice and see just how brutal, aggressive and different he can be with daniel, which scares her. wouldnt mind some dojo smut to happen at the end there hehe

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I’m happy to write this, especially for someone who gave me such a generous review of my previous Terry exploits! Sorry for the wait on this, and part 2 will be up shortly (I’m always more productive when I’m avoiding actual work I have to do!).

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“Will you hurry up and get dressed? We’re going to be late!” your mother snaps at you, a few plastic hair curlers still on her head. You groan in annoyance at her from where you were flopped on your bed, flipping through a stack of magazines.

“Ugh, why do I have to go?” you whine petulantly. You had had this fight with both of your parents a hundred times since the summer had started, and knew that arguing wouldn’t get you anywhere, but you couldn’t help it. You didn’t want to join your family’s accounting firm, you never had, but from the moment you had finished college a few months ago, your parents had been breathing down your neck about it, and you were getting sick of it. The minute you had saved up enough from your restaurant job, you were out of here, and you couldn’t wait.

“It’s about time you start joining us in the real world, dear,” your mother says with a sigh, tossing the bag with your dress for the evening at you on the bed. You knew that your mom meant well, but you needed your independence, and refused to let them lead your life for you. Still, you suppose you could keep things civil, at least while you were still at home.

“Okay, mom. I’ll be out in a few minutes,” you concede, trying to keep your annoyance out of your voice. Your mom smiles at you, cupping your cheek fondly, careful not to muss your hair or smudge your makeup.

“Thank you, Y/N. I promise, it won’t be so bad. You could actually have fun!” she says encouragingly, leaving your room to finish her hair. Your smile fades as soon as her back is turned, and you close the door behind her. Sighing, you turn to your bed, unzipping the bag that contained your dress. It was a floor length, silk halter gown done in a deep purple, with sheer glittery fabric flowing down from your cinched waist. Well, at least you’d look nice, you thought to yourself, fingers running over the fabric fondly.

As you get dressed, you think wistfully about all the stuff you’d rather be doing tonight. Trying out something new in the kitchen that would maybe impress your boss enough to move you up from sous chef, hanging out at the beach, or learning karate moves from your new friend Danny LaRusso, who had promised to teach you some basic skills in exchange for bringing some sandwiches for lunch. Formal events in general weren’t your favourite thing, especially not with a bunch of rich strangers talking about businesses you didn’t care about. You grumble to yourself as you put your earrings on. This was going to be a long, boring night.

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You duck behind a rose bush at the sound of approaching voices, trying to remain hidden. You had been at the event for a couple of hours now, and while you had done your best to smile and engage in polite conversation, you had needed to get away from everyone. It’s not that you were an antisocial person, but you did enjoy having time to yourself, and definitely preferred solitude to talking to people who only seemed to be seeing what they could get out of one another. So, you had decided to step off the large balcony where everyone was gathered and down the steps to the massive gardens, hoping to have a few minutes to decompress before you were missed.

You’d always loved gardens; being surrounded by nature really calmed you, especially here in L.A., where so much of everything was hot and dry and covered in pavement. This place was massive; you hadn’t seen inside the house yet, but whoever lived here certainly had excellent taste from what you had seen so far. You wandered through the rows of flower beds, stopping to smell your favourites. The sunlight was fading, and it was starting to cool off, and you knew that you should head back to the party soon, but it was so peaceful out here, and it was so nice, finally being by yourself…

“Not a fan of these rich people shindigs either, huh?”

You whirl around to find the owner of the voice – you had been sure you were alone, that had been the whole point! – to find a man standing ten feet or so behind you. He was the epitome of ‘tall, dark, and handsome’: He must be nearly six and a half feet tall, with dark, curly hair slicked back in a ponytail and brilliant blue eyes, dressed in a perfectly tailored tuxedo that emphasized his broad chest and strong arms. You realize that you haven’t replied to him yet, and instead have been staring at him, trying not to drool, and snap out of it, blushing slightly.

“Yeah, uh… this isn’t really my scene. My parents are trying to drag me into the family business and made me come today, but I really don’t think I’m cut out for this kind of life…” you reply, trailing off when you realize you’re babbling about your personal problems to a stranger.

“You get used to it,” he assures you, shrugging with his hands in his pockets as he approaches you. The height difference between you becomes even more apparent the closer he gets; you have to tilt your head up to maintain eye contact with him. “For what it’s worth, you certainly look the part,” he adds with a glint in his eyes that makes you feel warm all over, and you smile shyly up at him.

“Oh, thank you! Uh… that’s kind of you to say…” You’re not used to men paying you compliments, especially not older (you’d guess he was almost ten years older than you), wealthy men. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” you introduce yourself, feeling foolish. “Y/N L/N.” You extend your hand towards him, having to take a couple of steps back to do so, and he takes it with one of his, giving you a firm handshake, but you could tell he was being extra gentle with you.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” He closes the distance between you once more, lifting your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it, and you shiver slightly. He lowers your hand slowly, releasing it to you once more before shrugging off his suit jacket, holding it up to you – he must have mistaken your shiver for being cold. “May I?” he asks, gesturing with the jacket to your shoulders. His eyes haven’t moved from looking deeply into yours the whole time, and you don’t think you could look away if you wanted to; his eyes were hypnotizing.

It was still quite warm, but despite being inexperienced with romance, you’re not foolish enough to refuse the act of chivalry, and nod wordlessly. In a smooth motion, almost like he was embracing you, he drapes the silk-lined jacket around your shoulders. The material was so soft, and as you clutch the lapels in one hand to keep it around you, you inhale sneakily into the jacket, the scent of exotic cologne nearly making you moan in pleasure. “Better?” he asks, giving you an approving once over, and you nod shyly, nibbling your lip nervously.

“Yes, thank you,” you say, sighing happily before realizing that you don’t even know this man’s name, and he’s already got you wrapped up in his clothes. “You never gave me your name,” you say, more a statement than a question, and he looks down at you, head tilted to the side with his lips quirked.

“Call me Terry.”

“Okay. Thank you, Terry,” you say earnestly, smiling up at him. He returns the gesture before gesturing down the garden path.

“Should we head back?” he asks, and you do your best to refrain from frowning at the thought, but he definitely sees the emotion flicker across your face, and chuckles. “C’mon, we’ll take the long way,” he says, taking your hand and leading you through the garden.

You make your way slowly back to the event together, and you try to savour every moment. You had noticed that Terry moved slower, taking smaller steps to match your pace and not rush you, and had done a half dozen other chivalrous acts during the walk back. This must be what getting swept off your feet feels like, you think to yourself, biting back a smile. You didn’t really talk about yourselves during your walk, keeping the conversation light, but it had been incredibly enjoyable.

As you hear the din of voices getting louder, you shrug off his jacket reluctantly, holding it out to him. He stares at the article of clothing for a moment, as if contemplating something, and then accepts the jacket, folding it over an arm.

“I guess you have to go back to your…business talk,” you sigh, wrinkling your nose at the thought. Terry laughs at the face you’re pulling and shakes his head.

“You wanna come with me?” he asks hopefully. “It’d be nice to have a friendly face to keep me sane.”

“Oh, I don’t know, I think I’d just make things awkward, and I don’t wanna – oh, food!” you say excitedly, your eyes lighting up as you spot waiters carrying trays throughout the party. You were starving, and couldn’t help yourself, quickly putting together a plate, barely noticing Terry following you through the crowd, his soft laughter at your antics lost amongst the conversations of the other guests.

“Any good?” Terry asks, an amused twinkle in his eye as you sample the hors d’oeuvres. You shrug, trying to appear casual.

“It’s fine. The crabcakes could use more seasoning, and the bruschetta is a bit soggy.” He surveys you with an interested expression.

“You think you could do better?” he asks, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

You smile up at him, a little cocky, wanting to impress him a little. “Of course I could,” you reply, and you know you’re being honest. Cooking was your passion, something you were proud of, and the thought of being able to show, well, anything of value to such an impressive man was exciting to you.

“I’ll have to have a word with the kitchen staff if you aren’t satisfied with the food,” he comments, seeming to take in your horrified realization that this was his party with a great deal of enjoyment, grinning slyly down at you as your mouth falls open.

“Y-You’re the host of this party?” you stammer, feeling like an idiot. “Why didn’t you tell me?!” you ask, trying to shift the blame to distract from your own blunder. He chuckles under his breath, leaning down towards you with a reassuring hand on your upper arm.

“I couldn’t let you know I was blowing off my own party, now could I?” he says in his defence. He doesn’t seem to be bothered by your criticism at all, but you still feel the need to apologize; you are so embarrassed.

“Listen Terry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.” He’s shaking his head at you before you even get the words out.

“What, are you kidding? It’s nice to talk to someone real for once, without worrying that they want something from me, y’know?” Well, you couldn’t say you didn’t want anything from him, you think to yourself, taking him in with your eyes yet again without even thinking about it.

Before you can say anything else, his hand on your shoulder trails down your arm to take your hand, causing goosebumps to run down the path his hand had taken, and with a mischievous smile, he’s tugging you into the house, his house, though it was more of a palace than any house you’d ever seen. Terry ignores your questions about where he’s taking you and leads you down hallway after hallway until you eventually just give up asking, giggling breathlessly. Eventually, he swings open a door, revealing an industrial yet lavish kitchen. He turns around suddenly, his arms crossed over his broad chest, looking down at you with a stern, challenging expression.

“It’s time for you… to prove yourself to me,” he says solemnly. An intense moment passes between you, before he breaks into a grin. “Make us some crabcakes!”

“W-What? No way!” You protest, backing away from him, but he’s too quick for you, moving between you and the door and herding you further into the kitchen.

“Hey hey, you can’t do all that big talking you did out there without the chops to back it up! C’mon, Y/N, show me what you’ve got!” He perches in one of the stools beside the kitchen counter, his chin resting on his palms, batting his eyes at you with a silly expression. You roll your eyes in return, pursing your lips at him as you considered his request. “Pleeeeease?” He’s actually pouting now, and you find yourself giving in. You think you could see yourself doing that a lot where Terry was concerned.

“Alright, alright! But you’re going to have to help me find things, ingredients and utensils and junk. That is, if you’ve even used this kitchen before, Mr. Fancypants,” you say, your hands on your hips.

“Fancypants?!” Terry repeats with mock outrage, hopping off the stool and walking over to you. “Tell me whatcha need, doll, and I’ll get it for you!”

You rattle off a list of things, and to his credit, Terry does seem to know his way around this kitchen, handing you the requested items while you organize them on the counter. Having completed his task, Terry retakes his seat on the stool. “Now… wow me!” He says, leaning back with his hands behind his head as he surveys you. You giggle at his antics, and get to work.

Being around Terry was so easy. As you prepare the crabcakes, he asks you about cooking, what experience you had, and why you liked it so much. He was so easy to talk to, and was the first person who had genuinely seemed interested in your dreams and plans for the future – and you’d only known him for a couple of hours! You would never have expected this from someone you had just met, least of all from a very successful man.

Squeezing a fresh lemon over the top of the dish, you slide the serving of crabcakes over to Terry, along with a fork. You know that they’re perfect: crispy and not soggy, fresh and flavourful, but you’re still nervous. “Bon appetit!” You announce, nodding with confidence at the dish, and Terry eagerly digs in, his fork cutting off a piece of the crabcake with a satisfying crunch.

He brings the mouthful to his lips and takes a bite. His eyes close, and he actually lets out a soft moan of pleasure, and you feel your mouth go dry at the sound, your body flushing with heat. You shake your head, trying to get yourself together before Terry opens his eyes again. You refused to be jealous of a crabcake.

“Mr. Silver, there you are!” A primly dressed yet kind-looking older woman bustles into the kitchen towards Terry. “Mr. Saran has been looking for you to discuss–”

“Tell him we’ll have to reschedule, Margaret. I’m dealing with a very important culinary emergency!” Terry cuts her off, raising an eyebrow at you playfully as he takes another bite of the crabcakes, smiling blissfully at the taste.

“Hey, don’t cancel anything important on my account!” you say worriedly, using the time he has his mouth full to try to insist he do the professional thing. You’re having a great time, and feel pretty pleased with yourself, having impressed the man so much with your culinary skills, but he really should be using his own party to network, shouldn’t he? Plus, you needed to get yourself back under control – you had let a man you’d just met whisk you into his mansion without even knowing why!

“Margaret, try this!” He ignores your protests, sliding the plate towards the woman, who immediately takes a bite. “Pretty spectacular, right?” The woman nods approvingly, giving you a kind yet curious glance that you don’t know how to interpret as she finishes the mouthful.

“Wonderful, much better than the caterers for today. I’ll go and schedule something with Mr. Saran for next week then, Mr. Silver,” she says, looking between you two and excusing herself tactfully, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen once more.

“See? Margaret is my most trusted employee, and I can count on her to be honest about everything. Your food is great!” He praises you again, but you suddenly find yourself distracted by something Margaret had said.

“Wait, your last name is Silver? You’re Terry Silver?” Terry’s smile fades slightly as you say his full name.

“Yeah, what’s it to you?” He’s trying to keep his tone light, but you think he gives you a calculating look.

“You’re helping my friend with his karate! Daniel LaRusso?” You ask, and you see him look relieved at your response.

“Oh, you know Danny Boy? That’s great!” He’s enthusiastic once more, his face breaking into a wide smile as he finishes his plate. “I hope you’re feeding him, too; the kid’s too small. He could use some of your cooking!”

“Yeah, we’ve got a deal; I make him sandwiches, and he teaches me a few moves,” you say, karate chopping the air with a grin.

“Hey, can I get in on that?” He asks standing to go put his plate in the sink. You laugh at his back, turning and leaning against the counter.

“Oh, come on! I’m sure you have an army of professional chefs at your disposal, you don’t need my silly sandwiches.” Terry turns, raising an eyebrow at you.

“And what if I’d rather have your silly sandwiches?” He asks coyly, closing the distance between you with a few long strides, boxing you in with his hands on either side of you on the counter. You’re forced to lean back to look up at him, and fight the urge to lick your lips.

“Umm…I…” you stammer, finding it difficult to form a sentence when he’s this close to you. He cocks his head to one side, his piercing eyes locked with yours as he seems to drink in every detail of your face.

“C’mon, Y/N, this would give us an excuse to see each other again,” he says, and his voice is just so persuasive, pulling you into him. “Plus, you could learn some training from a real sensei and not some kid! I’d be happy to teach you a thing or two…” He trails off, and you’re sure you’re not imagining the innuendo. You swallow, feeling your face getting hot.

“Fine, you win!” You make a show of rolling your eyes and ducking under his arm to get some space, trying to save a bit of dignity as you give in to his request. No one had ever made you feel like this before, like you were playing with fire and only wanting to get closer. Terry gives you a pleased smile, leaning back against the counter with his hands in his pockets, not seeming bothered by you worming your way out of his clutches.

“Hey… LaRusso doesn’t know about, well, all this,” Terry says, gesturing around him. “I didn’t want to intimidate him, right? Do you think you can keep this between us?” He steps into your personal space yet again, looking down at you with a pleading expression, blue eyes shining, and you once again feel the urge to agree with whatever he says, nodding silently.

“Thanks, doll!” He gives you a bright grin, relishing in his victory. “I’ll see you and your silly sandwiches in a couple of days then?” He seems genuinely excited at the thought, and you find yourself smiling back at him goofily.

“I’ll try to keep Daniel from eating them all, but you’d better hope you train me fast so I can fight him off!” You call back to him as you leave the kitchen, going to find your parents. You’d have to get yourself under control and keep yourself from breaking out into the brilliant smile you felt bubbling up inside you by the time you returned to the party.

“I’ll train you so fast it’ll make your head spin,” Terry says quietly after you, his words echoing in the empty room as he stares at the door you’ve exited through.

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Over the next couple of weeks, you visit the dojo with Danny every day, a large basket of sandwiches and a thermos of lemonade in your arms. Daniel seems happy to have you there, a little eager to show off to you – his young age really showed when he did things like that.

Terry was similarly pleased, and you had gotten closer during your time together. He looked so different out of his tuxedo, in his karate gi or jeans and a sweatshirt when he wasn’t training to keep up his “disguise,” but he was no less attractive to you. You understood his desire to keep his true identity hidden from Danny, remembering how your own behaviour to him had switched when you’d found out who he was at the party. You had seemed to develop a good relationship with him since you started coming to the dojo, and found it a lot more comfortable than the formal setting you’d met at.

When you weren’t at the dojo or working the night shift at the restaurant, you were looking out for Daniel. More than once, Terry had thrown some money at you, and asked if you could go get some basic medical supplies to help patch Daniel up, and you were more than happy to help. You knew that his focus should be on Daniel, so you did what you could, not only helping to take care of the boy at the dojo, but helping him keep his training a secret from his mentor, Mr. Miyagi. You didn’t like the idea of lying to someone so kind and generous, but Daniel was an adult and able to make his own decisions, and you couldn’t bring yourself to do the right thing if it meant an end to your time with Terry.

Learning some karate from Terry had been fun; he had initially taken to showing you a few moves in a separate part of the dojo once he had assigned an exercise to Daniel in the main training area. Daniel needed to learn to rely on himself to focus, and not his sensei, Terry had explained to you one day as he was correcting your form, his hands lingering on your hips a little longer than necessary.

But then he had kissed you for the first time, and all thoughts of learning karate had left your mind. He had asked you to practice a new move he’d taught you on him, but after going through the drill a few times you had stopped, squaring off against each other. You had a light sheen of sweat across your body, panting heavily with your hair messy, and caught Terry looking at you, his eyes darkening to a shade of deep blue. You found yourself frozen in place as he stared, your chest pounding, forgetting to breathe altogether as your heartbeat thudded in your ears. You go to open your mouth – to ask what he’s looking at, to breathe, to do or say anything – but before you can he’s stalked toward you, his feet silent on the floor, moving so quickly and smoothly you’d thought your eyes were playing tricks on you. And then he’s grabbing the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair, and pulling you face up to his, kissing you desperately with a passion you had never imagined before, let alone felt.

Your brain hadn’t been able to respond to the kiss, but your body had, gasping into his mouth and wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him back until you were dizzy. Panting for air, Terry gave you a wicked grin that further served to take your breath away, before pulling you closer again.

Since that kiss, you had kept up the pretense of learning karate from Terry while Daniel was otherwise occupied, but really Terry would have you tucked in a corner at the other side of the dojo, teasing your body with his talented fingers until you were a trembling moaning mess. Terry would cover your mouth with his own, swallowing your moans and whimpers hungrily through the kiss, before shushing you, reminding you that Danny Boy was right on the other side of the wall and that you had to be quiet. He would watch you as you tried to compose yourself, his eyes glittering in amusement and with more than a hint of dark desire as he resumed his teasing, a strong hand ghosting upwards underneath your shirt and plucking at your hard nipples, making you squirm on his lap, his other hand coming up to cover your mouth, muffling your moans.

A few times you had come close to getting caught, and were embarrassed, but you couldn’t help but come back for more. Terry seemed to know this, starting to get more blatant with his attraction towards you, staring at you over Danny’s head as he guided him through attacking the training dummy and licking his lips suggestively, making you blush as a wave of heat ran through your body. Fortunately, you were able to chalk it up to the hot L.A. summer, and Daniel remained oblivious. Thank God for the naivety of youth, you thought to yourself, feeling your face go red as Terry’s lips closed around a strawberry, managing to make even an innocent lunch sexual. You’d have to be more careful about what food you brought, or he was going to drive you mad.

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A few days before the tournament, you turn the corner to the dojo, a picnic basket in hand. You hadn’t accompanied Daniel over the past few days, insisting that he needed Terry’s full attention, but mainly you felt like you needed a break from the near-constant seduction to get a clear head. You had thought it over, and you were done with stealing kisses in the dark, and you were going to tell Terry. You didn’t need flowers or chocolates, or even for him to commit to you, but you were definitely over sneaking around Daniel; he was still a kid, after all. You were ready to give yourself over to him if he wanted you to, and to do that you needed privacy so that you were fully able to succumb to the feelings he was able to elicit from you. So, you had prepared a meal for the three of you for what would hopefully be the last time, and resolved to sneak into the dojo, set up your meal, and at some point take Terry aside and tell him what you needed. Shivering as your mind conjured up images of what you two could finally get up to alone, you walked down the alley and silently slipped through the unlocked back door to Cobra Kai.

Setting the picnic basket down on the table, you quietly start to set the table, when you hear Daniel let out a pained scream. Unable to help yourself, you tiptoe to the door to the main part of the dojo, peeking around the corner to make sure the boy was alright.

What you see horrifies you.

Daniel is wincing, his knuckles covered in blood, and Terry snatches up one of his wrists, bringing the bleeding fist closer to Daniel’s face.

“It’s blood. So what? Make believe it’s his!” Terry’s voice is harsh, and what you can see of his face through the door is cruel, and a bit maniacal. He guides Daniel towards a wooden dummy with a hand on his shoulder, and gestures up to the dummy’s head, where a flyer with another boy’s face has been glued.

“This guy wants to break you, humiliate you, stomp you into the ground!” Terry yells, and you feel your stomach roil with disgust. Was this how Terry had been training Daniel when you weren’t around? What had gotten into him?

“-And what are you gonna do about it?” Terry screams at Daniel, and you hear a loud thud as the boy strikes at the dummy, whimpering slightly at the pain to his already-damaged hands.

“You’re gonna need to learn to push past the pain, Mr. LaRusso,” Terry says, looking down at Daniel mercilessly. “I expect you to have done so by the time I come back.”

With that, Terry walks away from the boy, coming down the hall towards you. Panicking, you crouch down in the corner, hidden by a stack of unused mats, and clasp both hands over your mouth, trying desperately to not make a sound.

Terry enters the kitchen, keeping the door to the rest of the dojo open and standing with his back to the wall. He’s listening intently for something, and you stop breathing, thinking he’s heard you, but then noises come from the dojo – the sound of Danny’s hands and feet making contact with the solid wood, and his cries of pain – and Terry laughs under his breath, his eyes bright and his smile terrifying. He was enjoying Daniel’s suffering!

You feel your heart start to break, but it’s overwhelmed by the panic as you start to consider what will happen if Terry finds you. Terry stops laughing suddenly, his eyes moving elsewhere in the kitchen, and you follow his gaze to the kitchen table to your partially-unpacked picnic basket. He knew you were here. You force your eyes to flick back to him, trembling with fear, and are only partially surprised to see that his icy blue eyes are on you.

Your mouth falls open, and you try to make a sound – to explain yourself, to call out for Daniel – but nothing comes out but a faint squeak. He takes a silent step towards you, and you manage to scramble up to your feet, trying to make for the back door, but Terry’s arm instantly wraps around your waist, fully lifting you off the ground and clutching you to his chest, his other hand clamping down over your mouth and nose, silencing you completely and cutting off your airways.

You let out a muffled cry, knowing that Daniel won’t hear but hope that Terry might recognize you begging him to stop, and your legs kick out desperately against his shins. He doesn’t growl audibly, but you feel a rumble in his chest as he sets your feet on the ground. He releases your waist, but you’re too terrified to move, hyperventilating against his hand as he keeps your head in place.

Calm as can be, Terry gathers your hair over one of your shoulders, pressing a kiss to the flesh of your neck before replacing it with two fingers. The pressure on that spot on your neck combined with the lack of oxygen is going to make you pass out, and that seems to be Terry’s intent.

“You’re gonna thank me for this, Y/N,” Terry whispers into your ear as your vision goes black.

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Part 2 here

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Lightning [18+] (Dark!Toxic!Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Fem!Reader)

A/N: Soooo, I’ve been kind of obsessed with mafia!Bucky recently and then I got inspired when this song came on the other day and so now, we have this little gem. I know that I usually write male!readers, but I was more feeling a fem!reader for this one, so I decided to mix it up a little bit. I’m super excited to write this story and get it out for you guys, I honestly think it's one of my favorites. Also, for my usual readers, if you guys really want a male!reader version of this, let me know, and I can get it written out at some point!!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: You needed to get away from him. But everytime, without fail, he just kept pulling you back in. You hated him. You hated everything about him. So why couldn’t you just stay away from him?

Song Inspiration: youtube.com/watch?v=4RoAwu4TjBk

If you really enjoy the concept/idea of this story, then take a look at this pov playlist I made?: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qry_dJFjyPQ&t=2912s

Tags: Smut, dark themes, slight violence (a slap or two), toxic relationship, kinda dark!Bucky Barnes, Bucky is kinda manipulative, little bit of dub-con at first, hickeys, biting, p in v, fingering, marking kink, over possessive Bucky Barnes, jealous Bucky Barnes, office sex, controlling Bucky Barnes, degradation, cursing

Word Count: 2,533

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

The doors to the office were pulled closed behind you as you walked in, and you looked forward with narrowed eyes. There he was, in all of his dark, seductive glory. He had a smug look on his face as he watched me walk forward and stop in front of his desk.

You rolled your eyes. "What do you want?" You ask him, already done with this whole interaction.

He raises an eyebrow at you. "Oh? Is that really how you speak to your boss?" He had the audacity to look at you with mock offense. You glared at him and crossed your arms over your chest, staying silent.

He grinned at you, finding some kind of amusement in all of this. "Oh, c'mon, doll, don't be like that." He said and you scoffed.

"I'm not your doll." There was a time when the pet name made you weak in the knees, but by now you knew better.

At that, his expression hardened and became more serious, the look in his eyes one that you knew all too well. "Ah, yes, you're not my doll, you're Sam's. Correct?" He asked you and you chuckled humorlessly.

"Seriously? That's what this is about?" He really just couldn't help himself, could he?

"What? I mean, that's why you're being so pushy, isn't it? You want to get back to your beloved Sam as soon as possible, right?" He's standing now, walking around his desk to be on the same side as you. You watch him, your arms dropping back down to your sides as he stops right in front of you.

"He's not my beloved. Sam's just a friend. But even if it was more than that, at least I know that he would treat me better than you do." You bite back at him, despite knowing it'll only make things worse. The bastard needed to hear it at some point anyways.

He met your eyes with a glare of his own, leaning forward until his face is only an inch away from yours. "Or, maybe you're just a whore." He uttered out.

Your hand came up of its own accord, palm out, and whipped across the side of his face. The sound of your hand meeting his cheek echoed throughout the room as you looked at him furiously. His head straightened as he rubbed the sting away from his skin, his eyes narrowed and his expression dark and unreadable.

You tried not to let it get to you, but a shiver ran down your spine at what an expression like that on his face usually meant. He wouldnt ever lay his hands on you...would he? You chewed on your bottom lip. "Bucky..." You hoped the fear in your voice wasn't as obvious to him as it was to you.

"What?" He asks sharply. "Now you wanna try and play nice? I don't think you understand how this game works, (Y/N)." He reached down towards your right wrist and you flinched away from him on instinct.

He tilted his head, as if studying you, before making another grab for your wrist, holding it tightly in his grip. "And I think it's about time you were taught another lesson to remind you how things work around here."

As he said that, he placed his other hand on your waist and started sliding it down but you smacked his hand away. You tried to get your other hand out of his grip and but he only tightened his hold. You tried to bring your hand to his cheek again, anything to get him off of you, but he grabbed hold of that wrist, too. He pulled your body flush against his and then turned the two of you until you were leaning against the edge of his desk.

"Bucky, let me go!" You struggled in his grip again.

He tsked at you. "No, (Y/N/N), you know how this works, don't you? We've been here before." He moves one of your arms so that he's holding both of your wrists in his left hand, then continues his trail down your body from before. His hand slid all the way down to your knee before pushing up under the fabric of your dress.

"Mmm, Sam's just a friend, that's what you said?" He raises an eyebrow at you in question, waiting for an answer.

"Yes, Bucky, he's just a friend. That's all, nothing else." You answered him honestly, hoping he'd believe you for once.

He shook his head as his hand grazed the inside of your thigh, making you suck in a breath. "I don't think this is something that you wear to go see a friend unless you were hoping for something more than that."

"Bucky, please-" His hand was still slowly traveling up and you knew where it was headed.

"Ssshhhhh, it's okay, sweetheart." He said in a tone of mock affection, perfectly matched with the smirk on his face.

You whimpered as his thumb ran down the front of your embarrassingly wet panties. He leaned forward and sucked harshly on the side of your jaw. "See, babydoll? Your body knows how this goes, even if your mind still needs some reminding."

He rubbed at your clit, watching you intently. Your eyelids fluttered as you squirmed in his grip. "Bucky..." You breathed. You wanted to tell him to stop but then he was pushing your panties aside and pushing one of his fingers deep into you.

"Hmm? What was that, baby?" He asked mockingly. He knew what he was doing to you. He moved his finger in you, letting go of your wrists. He had you right where he wanted you, and he knew you weren't going anywhere now.

He pushed a second finger into you, leaning down and sucking and nipping at the side of your neck. "Buck, s-stop."  You told him, placing your hands on his shoulders as his fingers curled inside of you.

He bit down harshly on your skin, making you gasp. He sucked at the bite before pulling back to look at you. He picked up the speed of his fingers inside of you as he spoke. "Are you sure about that, sweetheart? Cause I don't think that's what you actually want." He grabbed hold of your chin, tilting your head back. His eyes raked over you. Your wide eyes, your parted lips, your heaving chest, your spread legs.

"God, you're already so wet." He pushes a third finger into you, making your eyes shut as a moan falls from your lips.

He leans forward, lips brushing over yours as he looks into your eyes. "Tell me you want me." He says. The tone of his voice had a strange sense of urgency in it, like he needed to hear you actually say that you wanted him. 

He started rubbing your clit with his thumb as he fingered you faster. The coil in your stomach was tightening and you knew you were getting closer. "Tell me, doll, now." He said.

You let your head fall forward to press your forehead against his. "I want you, Bucky. I need you. Please." You moan again, moving your hips in time with his fingers. He groans softly and presses his lips all the way against yours, kissing you greedily. You wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your hands in his hair and kissing him back just as greedily. Despite how much you hated him, it was true. You needed him. You always needed him. And he knew it.

You nipped at his bottom lip as you tugged on his hair, trying to pull him even closer to you if that was even possible. "Look at you." He cooed mockingly as he pulled away from you slightly, adding a third finger. "So desperate to cum just on my fingers."

You whined out a complaint at his words as he pressed down on your clit harder. He moved down and sucked on the spot just behind your earlobe, nipping at the skin there. "Do it, sweetheart. Show me how much you need me. Make a mess all over my hand, doll."

With that, he bit down on the side of your neck and you clutched onto his shoulders as you came. "Fuck!" You cried out, eyes fluttering.

He pulled his fingers out of you once you came down, licking them clean before leaning forward and claiming your mouth once more, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He lifted your hips slightly as he pushed your dress up farther, gathering it along your torso. You reach forward and unbuckle his pants as your lips stayed perfectly latched to his, tasting each other.

You pulled his cock free and ran your hand down his shaft, causing him to let out a moan against your lips. He pulls back just slightly, sucking on your bottom lip. "I need to be in you, baby. Need to feel you around me. Right now." He rasps.

"Then do it. Take me." You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling your middles all the way together. You grind against him, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt to pull it away from his shoulder just enough for you to lean forward and return one of the bites he had already given you.

"Fuck," He groaned, arms wrapping around you as he turns his head slightly to kiss the side of your head, pushing inside of you.

You couldn't help the small moment of happiness that swelled in you at the small gesture, that little head kiss. It brought you back to earlier days, when those small shows of affection werent so rare and surprising. It was times like these that you couldn't help but think maybe your love for him wasnt completely doomed after all, though a small part of you still laughed at the thought. But you pushed that part of you away. You wanted to enjoy this. Be wrapped up in him and what he made you feel and maybe, just maybe, things wouldnt be so bad this time.

You held onto him tightly as his thrusts picked up a steady rhythm. "Shit, Bucky." You moaned out in his ear.

"Fuck, I needed you, too, doll. Missed you so much. Couldn't stand seeing you with Sam like that." He grunted out, thrusting harder at the mention of Sam, as if fucking you harder would completely erase Sam's existence. His head was pressing into your shoulder, his lips grazing your skin every few thrusts.

You pushed your hands up under his shirt, needing to feel more of his skin on yours. You dragged your nails along his back, causing him to let out a small hiss. "Just a friend, baby. That's all he is to me. Could never take me away from you." You groan out, hips moving in time with his, the both of you pushing each other higher and higher.

"That's right," He panted. "Couldn't ever touch you like this. Could never make you feel this good. You're mine, only mine." He growled, punctuating his words with a rough squeeze of your hip.

You moan more, digging your nails into his skin with one hand and bringing the other hand up to hold his face, bringing his forehead against yours as you look into his eyes, breathing heavy. "I'm all yours, Bucky. Always yours." And you mean it.

Even when you want nothing to do with him, you still only ever have eyes for him and him alone. No one else ever caught your interest, whether he was around or not. Not Sam, not Steve, not Tony, not Clint. Not even Natasha, though she'd offered to show you the, "soft, needed touch of a woman's hands" plenty of times.

His eyes fluttered shut and his thrusts become faster and more erratic, as if your words were all that was needed to bring him right over the edge. You arched into him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his hair as you chanted out his name in between pants.

"C'mon baby, cum with me. Need to feel you cum with me." His forehead pressed to your neck, sucking and nipping marks along your collarbone.

"O-oh shit, I'm-" Your mouth fell open in a silent praise, toes curling as he thrust deep into you one last time before he was cumming deep within your walls, groaning out your name. You clenched around him, milking him for all of it as you came with him. Both of you were shuttering, and he was holding onto you so tightly it was as if he thought you would disappear if he let go even a little bit. But you didn't complain. You wouldn't rather be anywhere else.

You held into him with the same tight grip. If anyone should be worried about the other slipping away, it would be you. Usually, this was when he was pulling away and ending this moment, turning you away again for the next few hours before he found you again in the dark, everyone asleep, to hold you. Like it had to be a secret that he slept with you at night, even though it never was.

But this time was different. This time the two of you stayed there, holding each other that way, until both of you were breathing even again and the room was completely silent. Your fingers ran through his hair and along his shoulders gently, repeating the process every few minutes. His face was nuzzled into the crook of your neck and his fingers drew light patterns on your back.

Suddenly he pulls his head up to look at you. The look in his eyes causes your breath to catch in your throat. His eyes are locked with yours, burning into you with such intensity. And right there, there was such a fierce amount of love in the look he gave you that you thought maybe you were imagining it. But no matter how many times you blinked, it was still all there, not changing or lessening a single bit.

"Bucky..." You breathed softly.

He brought one of his hands up and placed it on your cheek softly, thumb rubbing under your eye gently. "I love you, (Y/N)."

You practically sobbed, pressing your forehead to his, placing your hand over his. "I love you, too, Bucky. I love you so much." When was the last time you had heard him say it? You couldn't even remember. But hearing it now had brought on a whole new set of emotions that had you overwhelmed.

As you looked at him, for a moment you could’ve sworn you saw a flash of panic and fear in those grey-blue eyes of his. But it was gone before you could even register it was there. You shook it away, putting it to the back of your mind for a later time. You wanted to just enjoy this moment with him.

You bury your face in his shoulder to hide the tears welling in your eyes. Maybe there really was hope for the two of you after all.

A/N: Tada!! How was it?? This is honestly coming put way later than I wanted it to, but you know, life happens. But I hope that it was worth the wait!! Let me know what y'all think, I'm actually pretty proud of this, to be honest. All feedback is appreciated and welcome!! Thank you for reading, guys. 💜 Would y’all be interested if I extended this and made it into a series?? I have some ideas floating around for a continuation if you guys want it, just let me know what you think about it, please!!

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[SUMMARY: Negan becomes obsessed with his mistress.]

Smut

Negan and Malia

Negan lay beside you smoking his cigarette as you lay on his chest. The two of you had just finished having wild sex as you usually did. You loved when he came over but you always hated when he had to leave.

"When are you going to bring me to your house?"

"Malia. We've already had this conversation before." He took another hit of the cigarette before putting it out.

"I know but theres always some kind of excuse. We either come to my house or a hotel and we've been dating for six months." Negan sighed as he rubbed your back before you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Any other man would've-"

"Dont fucking tell me what any other man would do with you cause you're not with any other damn man. You're with me."

Negan turned very serious, he hated even the mention of you being with someone else.

"Let me start going." He stood up leaving you naked in bed under the covers. You sighed as he went to the bathroom before hearing his phone buzz. Usually you wouldnt allow yourself to look at it but things had been too weird. Looking back up at the bathroom door you reached for his phone and found it to be unlocked. There was a text message from a woman named Lucille.

"Meet me at the hospital for my appointment, I'll be there till 4. I love you." You whispered the text message to yourself feeling your heart sink. Scrolling back to old messages you realized they lived together, Negan had a girlfriend? Anger started to rise in you as you went further and further each message telling you more before realizing, Negan didnt have a girlfriend...he was married.

The sound of the toilet flushing made you quickly look up and place the phone back where it was. You knew he had been lying about something but you had no idea it was to this extent. Standing up from the bed you began to get dressed as he came out of the bathroom fully dressed himself.

"And where the hell are you going?" He asked as he looked at you strangely.

"Where are you going?" You asked with a raised brow.

"I told you. I had some errands to run." He looked you dead in the eye with lies.

"With Lucille?" You placed your hand on your hip, you could tell by his expression you caught him off guard. Without saying a word he looked back at his phone then back to you.

"Yeah, I saw your stupid messages. Your wife is waiting for you at the hospital." You emphasized on the word wife, he could see you were angry, you were fuming.

"Sweetheart," he smirked.

"Dont sweetheart me, you lying piece of shit. You're married, you're fucking married."

"Listen Malia, it's been complicated." Negan spoke back with a tone you didnt like.

"Complicated? You had me as a damn mistress-"

"You're not a mistress." He raised his voice cutting you off.

"I think you need to go."

"We'll talk about this when I get back."

"I dont want you coming back." You shot back with a straight face.

"Well that's too damn bad, I said we'll talk about it when I get back." Negan walked past you leaving you in shock. You couldnt believe this man had the nerve to act this way. All this time he had someone else, all this time hes lived with another woman, you felt more rage than anything.

That night you wanted nothing but to go out for a drink, to hell with Negan. You put on a tight black dress and got yourself ready to go out and have fun at the local bar in town. Negan had been blowing up your phone but you didnt care. The second you texted him telling him that you wanted this relationship to be over, he flipped. Sitting down at the bar you already had a handsome man approach you and offer you a drink. The two of you hit it off laughing together as you continued to feel your phone buzz. The man sitting with you went to use the restroom as you sat smiling to yourself feeling good. In your own world, you hadn't noticed Negan enter the bar. Angrily he searched the place for you before spotting you sitting by yourself in a corner.

"You wanna answer your fucking messages?" You gasped to find Negan beside you.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I can say the same for you, sweetheart." He knew exactly where to find you as this was the same place the two of you had met.

"Negan, I told you we are done." Your response making him chuckle.

"I beg to differ, Malia." Just as you were about to respond the man you were flirting with all night sat beside you.

"Everything alright?" He asked making Negan give him a threatening glare.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Negan, stop it." You got nervous as the other man stood up defensively.

"I'm buying a drink for this fine woman, you got a problem?"

"This fine ass woman is my woman, so yeah I have a fucking problem. Let's go, Malia." Negan pulled out your chair and grabbed your arm.

"What the hell are you doing?!" You tried pulling your arm back but he wouldnt let go.

"Listen man she doesnt have to go with you if she doesnt want to."

"Hey asshole, I suggest you mind your fucking business." Negan practically pulled you off the chair and dragged you out the bar.

"Let go of me!" You screamed in the parking lot making him finally release you.

"Get in the fucking car, we're going home."

"I'm not going home, I dont wanna talk to you." You crossed your arms turning away from him.

"Sweetheart, I'm giving you one more chance. Get in the car."

"No." You responded flatly making him sigh before he suddenly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

"Stop it! Put me down!" You kicked but he held onto you tightly and sat you in the passenger seat of his truck.

"I gave you a chance to come here on your own didnt I?"

"You're crazy!" You screamed as you adjusted yourself on the seat eventually giving up.

"Oh I know." Negan climbed into the driver's seat and started the car before driving off. Angrily you remained silent looking out the window as you pulled down your dress. Negan looked over at you and licked his lips before looking back at the road.

"You look sexy." You didnt say a word to him as you remained looking away from him.

"Come on, baby. Why do you have to be so stubborn?" You took a deep breath clearly annoyed by him just wanting to get home. Finally he drove into your drive way and quickly you got out as he followed.

"Woah woah woah, I dont get a goodnight kiss?" You scoffed in disbelief.

"I cant believe you. Negan just go home, me and you are over."

"No we are not." He answered in a matter of fact tone.

"Malia, I love you."

"Unbelievable.." you muttered to yourself as he stepped closer.

"You think I dont love you? I left my damn wife at home to come find you because you didnt want to answer my damn messages." He raised his voice staring down at you.

"Oh, how romantic of you." You responded sarcastically before turning away from him and unlocking your door. Negan followed you inside as you shook off your high heels and threw your purse on the couch.

"You need to go."

"Im not leaving until we talk." You sighed in frustration before you turned to him.

"Fine, you wanna talk? Do you have any idea how many men I can have right now-"

"You be very careful where you're going with that, sweetheart." Negan cut you off slowly walking towards you.

"Oh please, I need to be careful with what I say? I was so close to getting fucked tonight by-"

"Hey!" He roared loudly making you jump. You swallowed nervously as he took another step closer looking down at you.

"No ones fucking you but me." A mixture of anger and arousal at his words made you look away.

"So.." you cleared your throat speaking calmly.

"You get to screw all the women you want and I have to be just for you?"

"Who said I was screwing anyone else?" He asked in a low voice.

"Negan, you're married." You stared up af him in disbelief.

"Yeah well, things are complicated, baby."

You turned away from him not wanting to hear anything else when your phone began to ring.

"Who the fuck is calling you at this time?"

You looked down at your phone noticing the name of the man you had just been talking to at the bar.

"You've gotta be kidding me, dont tell me you gave that asshole your number?"

"Yes, Negan I did. So what? Look, I think you should go. I just want to get in bed."

"I wanna get in bed with you."

"No. I want to be alone."

Negan moved closer to you slowly placing his hands on your hips.

"Come on, baby. You're really gonna stay pissed at me?"

"Are you joking?" You looked up at him feeling annoyed before he unexpectedly aggressively pulled you against him making your body slam against his.

"Does it look like I'm joking?" How can you not be mad at him, was he insane?

"Just go okay? We'll talk tomorrow."

"Tomorrow." Negan agreed as his hands slowly fell from your hips.

Negan finally gave in, slamming the door loudly as he left for the night. Truth be told you didnt want to talk him or see him again. Who did he think you were, thinking youd be ok to be with a married man?

The next day at work you sat in your cubicle going over paperwork when one of your coworkers let you know your boyfriend was there.

"What?" You asked in shock and confusion when Negan appeared with a grin.

"Hey baby, I wanted to take you out for your lunch." You couldnt believe he had the nerve to show up and casually act like nothing had happened.

"Negan, I cant today. I have alot of work to catch up on." As you spoke, a male colleague of yours caught Negans eye, he noticed the man staring at your ass as he walked towards you from behind.

"Who's this asshole?" Negan asked you low making you turn to see your coworker, Peter approaching you.

"Peter, hi." You smiled, the sound of your voice excitedly saying another mans name made him look at you with deep furrowed brows.

"Good afternoon, gorgeous." The man reached in for a platonic kiss on the cheek with his hand on your waist making Negan tense up.

"Woah woah woah prick, keep your fucking hands to yourself."

"Negan." You turned to him bulging your eyes out.

"This is my boss." You spoke nervously as Negan chuckled.

"Oh wait, you're the boss that gave her that promotion a month back arent you? What you thought if you gave her a promotion youd get to tap that ass?"

"Negan! Peter...I'm so sorry-"

"Dont fucking be sorry for me, you dont see the way this asshole looks at you?" Negan responded angrily.

"Alright, Sir I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."

"I'm not going anywhere without my woman." Peter gave you a warning glare making you sigh.

Pulling Negan outside you shoved his shoulder back angrily.

"Enough is enough, this is done Negan. I cant be with you anymore."

"Malia-"

"No I dont want to hear what you have to say. This has gone too far."

"Malia, God dammit.. you belong to me." His lip quivered as he spoke with intensity, the thought of Peter or any other man coming close to you made him enraged.

"Negan, I mean it I'm done. Do not come in here again because if you do, Peter will call security. Just stop, go home to your wife." And with that you walked away from him leaving him pissed. Negan wasnt ready to leave you, he couldnt help the feelings that he had for you. Whether you wanted to believe it or not Negan felt he truly loved you.

You felt no matter what you said to Negan he always found a way to go against it. He was a stubborn and persistent man. He had a temper towards any man that came close to you, he didnt trust it. Although you had feelings for him you didnt want to be apart of the mess any longer. You felt sorry for his wife, you felt betrayed, you were still angry.

The next day you woke up to the sound of chaos outside your house. There was screaming, sirens, you even thought you heard a few gunshots. Looking out the window you saw people screaming and running, there was blood everywhere. You gasped when you saw one man bite another.

"What the hell's going on?" You whispered to yourself before running to the tv and noticing all channels had no signal.

"Shit." You muttered before turning to your phone and noticing seven missed calls from Negan and a lost signal. You had no idea what the hell was going on but you knew that although you had feelings for Negan, this was your chance to break free from his possessiveness. This was your chance to get away.

Two years down the road many things had changed around you. The world changed as you knew it, you lost touch of everyone you knew and began staying with a small group. These things that came out attacking people, these walkers...they were like nothing the world had faced before. The group you were with was talking about another group they ran into, they called themselves "the saviors". They were the new threat you were all facing and they found where you all resided. One of the men said they were coming today, they had some sort of offer but your friend didnt sound convinced that it was a good one.

"Shit, I see their cars coming." Your friend Lenny muttered as he over looked the road.

"Everyone take your places!" You stood behind one of houses in the road with your hand gun and waited for the cars to pull up. The men slowly started to come out seeming to be waiting for one last man to come out. Taking a deep breath you squinted your eyes aiming your gun when a man you had not seen in two years came into view.

It was Negan.

Your lips parted in shock as you slowly bought your gun down. He came out of the car with an arrogant look. You couldnt believe it was actually him, he was the leader of the Saviors?

"Fuck.." you whispered to yourself looking around, you couldnt let him see you. You didnt want him to see you. Without alerting your group you turned running inside one of the houses, Negan instantly catching the quick movement.

"Woah, who was that?"

"Who?" Lenny looked behind him knowing you were the only one there. Negan didnt say a word signaling for one of his men, Simon to take over of watch for him. Negan made his way to the house slowly opening the door, you heard him enter from where you were upstairs and cursed to yourself.

"Come out come out wherever you are." He taunted you with sarcastic playfulness. Quietly you hid in one of the bedrooms hiding yourself in the closet. Negan wasnt a stupid man and you knew this, you began to hear him slowly make his way up the stairs.

"Come on lady, you're only making this harder for yourself." He yelled out before you heard him enter the very room you were in. You squeezed your eyes shut as you heard him look around the room. Your finger on the trigger as he carefully observed his surroundings, he right away noticed the closet door cracked.

"Oh you're just making this too damn easy for me." You took a deep breath as he moved towards the closet, the floors squeaking loudly before he opened the door. Negan was stunned at the sight of you, his brows were deeply knitted together before a smirk slowly appeared.

"Well shit, look who it is."

Slowly you lifted up the gun aiming it directly at him, finger on the trigger.

"That's cute."

"Back up." You spoke in a stern voice. Negan did as you asked as you slowly stepped out of the closet showing your full self. His eyes excitedly checking you out from head to toe. Your shoulder length hair had grown down to the middle of your back, the color also lighter than what he remembered.

"You look good, Malia."

"What the hell are your people doing to my group?"

"Your group huh? Did your group tell you how they got caught stealing from mine?"

"Stealing?" You asked with a puzzled expression.

"Oh yeah, sweetheart. Stealing, now how about you put that gun down and we can have a normal conversation." You didnt say a word nor move a muscle as he looked straight at you.

"Come on, have I ever fucking hurt you?"

"Funny you ask." You responded sarcastically remembering when you found out he was cheating with you.

"Baby girl, that was a long time ago now." You stayed silent staring at him for a moment before slowly putting the gun down.

"Good girl." He responded with an excited tone as you glared at him.

"You should take your people and leave," you responded bluntly making him frown.

"And leave my pretty little flower after I've just found her? I think the fuck not."

"Malia! You okay in there?" You heard Lenny yell from outside.

"Yes, I'm fine Lenny." You screamed back out the window before turning back to Negan.

"Lenny huh?" He licked his bottom lip as he stepped closer to you.

"Is he fucking you?"

"Dont start," you placed your hand your hip making him look down at your body and grin.

"God I always loved when you did that cute little pose." You crossed your arms clearly annoyed by him.

"Wheres your wife anyway, shouldn't you be off with her?" You noticed the look in his eyes change and just by the look you could tell what had happened.

"I'm sorry." A piece of you actually felt sorry for him.

"Well....I'm gonna go-" you went to walk past him before he gently grabbed your arm.

"Come on, dont leave me now." He looked over at you as you looked at the ground with a sigh.

"What are you gonna run off to that prick Lenny?"

"God dammit, Negan. You're still the same way." Negan chuckled before turning you fully towards him.

"What the hell makes you think I'd be any different?" His expression turning into a straight face.

"You dont think I've spent days wondering what the fuck happened to you? Wondering if you were still alive? You think now that I've found you I'll let any man take you from me?" You looked up at him speechlessly. His territorial ways were far from gone but a part of you did actually miss him. You shook your head looking away making him get closer to you.

"Tell me you didnt fucking miss me." Negan spoke aggresivly getting closer to you as you stepped back.

"Go ahead, say it so I can see the bullshit in your eyes."

"Stop it!"

"Or what!" He yelled back before realizing you wanted him to stop because you were getting aroused. He could tell by the way you were breathing, the way you couldnt look him in the eyes. Negan knew you all too well, the thought made him smirk.

"Am I making you all hot and bothered, sweetheart?"

"The hell makes you think that?" You responded defensively knowing he wasnt wrong.

"I dont know, you've got that look in your eye." Negans eyes lit up as he began to remember things that happened between the two of you.

"What look?"

"The look you'd always get everytime I teased you. You remember those days dont you?" Negan leaned in with his lips close to your ear.

"When I used to kiss every part of you and tell you how you were mine and only fucking mine." You heard him smile against you as you continued to listen to him. Truth be told, he was turning you on as much as you tried to fight it.

"You still are mine, you know that dont you?" You felt his hand slowly slide up your thigh as he began to kiss your neck making your eyes clothes. This is actually what you were trying to avoid, you knew his touch could make you weak. He knew what you liked and he took advantage of it. He slid his tongue around your neck making you moan softly against him.

"Negan....everyone's..downstairs-"

"Fuck them." He whispered roughly before he threw everything off the vanity beside you and turned you around, bending you over it. You squealed with excitement as he lowered your pants and his. He couldnt wait to feel you, he didnt even bother getting fully undressed. Not wasting anytime Negan thrusted himself into you making you scream.

"Oh yeah.." he groaned, you were already wet for him. He grabbed your waist hard as he slammed into you with full force. The vanity slamming against the wall loudly with each thrust, you melted by the feel of him.

"Look up," he ordered you aggresivly pulling you by your hair and holding your arms behind you. He made you look into the mirror in front of you. The pain was satisfying, Negans expression as he fucked you only turned you on more.

"You see that?" He panted against your ear.

"You're mine, only I can fuck you like this." Your lips parted but no sound came out as he moved faster.

"You hear me?!" He tugged at your hair hard making you scream.

"Yes!" You cried out as he bit down on his bottom lip hard before suddenly pulling out.

"Turn around-" he panted making you get on your knees as you quickly opened your mouth and he quickly came on your tongue. You took his cock in your mouth whole making him weak in the knees, sucking him dry.

"Fuck.." he whispered as you pulled away and swallowed every drop, wiping the corner of your lips. Negan was drenched in sweater under his leather jacket, you could see a sweat stain on his chest through his white shirt.

"God damn, Malia."

You smiled licking your lips as you fixed your clothes. Negan wiped his sweat off his face cleared his throat as he fixed his belt.

"Now what?" You whispered as he looked at you with a satisfying smile. Negan walked towards you and slowly caressed the side of your face as he looked at your lips.

"Now you come with me, baby and we finish where we left off." Negan leaned in and kissed you passionately, your stomach began to flutter. You hated that this man got to you like this but you couldnt help yourself. You had never stopped loving Negan and you wanted him all along.

[0nerd-at-heart0]

How We Got Here

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A/N: still working on other stories, but had a dream about this so I had to write it.

Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warning: fluff and angst

You had an itch, a problem per se. You needed everyone to like you.  So you tried really hard. To smile, be happy, be likable. 

You never faced a problem of someone not liking you, at least not until recently. Not until you met the one and only Steve Rogers. Or how you liked to call him Mr. Perfect. Perfect in the way he smiles. Perfect in the way he cares. Perfect in the way he is America's golden boy. You two could have been friends. Maybe if the situation was different. 

You joined the avengers not so long ago. With your training as an agent and your bad-ass powers of mind-control. You were the best candidate to join the elite superheroes.  Besides all that you had a talent. A talent with technology. 

Your obsession began when you accidentally broke your dad’s computer at the age of 12. You were so determined to put it back together before he could find out. In doing so you used some spare parts from your also broken Nintendo console and upgraded his computer.  You were considered a prodigy from that point.

A plan was set for you. You were going to become a computer engineer. With the support of your parents, you continue your studies all through college. And a month before graduation Hydra found you. 

They wanted you and they werent going to stop until they had you. Your parents so valiantly fought them. But at the end, they lost the battle and you, well you lost your parents. 

Hydra had a hold of you. They experiment on you like crazy. You were going to be their new super weapon. As much as they tried to turn you. You wouldnt let them, you would be their rag doll to use and abuse. You weren’t about to let your parents die in vain for you to become a monster. 

What felt like centuries of being locked up were actually a month. A month when Nick Fury came bursting in and saved you.  After a much needed shower and sleep, Fury and you had a chat. 

You didnt know how to repay him for what he had done for you, you should have chosen better words than that. Because sooner or later he was asking to train you, use your powers for good. How could you say no to the man who saved you?

Two years of training, Fury took you to meet the Avenger. You arent going to lie, you fangirled hard over them. They were all so welcoming. Even Steve. 

Fury made it your new assignment to learn from them, which meant you were going to  be staying in the compound.  

It was a lot to get used to. You mostly stayed by Wanda’s side. Occasionally you and Peter would train together. Tony was more of a mentor. And Nat loved playing around with your powers. But Steve and you had never had a chance to interact other than the welcoming party.

You really wanted to be friends with him. There was so much you wanted to say but always bite your tongue when he’s around. A friendship could blossom or better yet could have. 

The possibility of a relationship flew out the window when he overheard a conversation you had with Tony one early morning. You wanted to give the compound a technical upgrade. Including everyone suits and equipment. Tony was intrigued, not because he never thought of that because he has, but because of how bold you were. 

You had so much faith in your skills and Tony respected that. He agreed to let you mess around with some of the equipment for starters. You were smiling, you were excited like a child who had too much candy and was on a sugar high. But that sugar high came crashing down as soon as Steve made his appearance.

How could you forget the conversation. The way he yelled. 

“Excuse you! You can't just come in here and demand for change. Our dynamic works, it has worked for a while. I dont know who you think you are but you dont get to mess with our equipment and you certainly dont get to mess with MY team”

His voice rang throughout the whole compound and the image of his nostrils flaring as he yelled haunted you for weeks. 

It still haunts you. You hate being yelled at. Tony told you to ignore him,  that he is too “perfect” for his own good, but even all perfect people have their flaws and his way technology. Hence the name Mr. Perfect. 

Tony and the rest of the gang kept encouraging your journey well all except Steve. Your fighting got better and you were proud to say you were finally in control of your power. 

It was their pleasure to finally declare you one of them. As you all party Steve stood there scowling. Not even Bucky could wipe that scowl off his face as he had a mouth full of cherries. 

You weren’t going to let him get the better of you. If he wanted to be snarky you would be snarky. If he wanted to be cold you would be cold. 

That became your new routine. He pushed you, you pushed back harder. From bumps in the hallways to calling him Mr. Perfect every time you can. 

The team thought you guys would get over this, that over time you two would learn to get along.  But you were always at each other's throats. Missions become harder and harder when there’s a constant argument. 

You werent like this. You knew that but that man was just too infuriating to do nothing about it. 

Currently you were on a way back from a mission with Nat. You two were sent to stop a shipment of guns from being delivered. As smoothly as it was going, Steve was on the comms just nagging how it should have been him and Nat out there. You turned off your comms, knowing the earful you are going the get when you arrive back.

As you walked into the kitchen, there was Steve nursing a glass of what seemed to be bourbon and tapping his foot. You knew what was going to happen. 

Nat made a B-line for her room, not wanting to hear the argument that's about to go down.

You stood in the middle of the room thinking of all the comebacks you can. Ready to fire at any moment. Steve stood up from his seat and made his way towards you. His jaw was set and his fists were clenched. 

He stalked over you and you suddenly felt small.  His stare was burning through you, you have never seen him like this. You looked down at your feet but Steve stopped that movement and he grabbed your chin with his hand forcefully to make you look at him. 

With your chin in his hand he had a full view of your face. As he looked at you, his demeanor changed. The tension in his body was gone, the look on his face soften and the force in his hand was replaced with a gentle touch. 

“ Who?”, he asked.

You were confused, “ who what?”

“ The bruise under your eye, who did that”, he asked, a little more annoyed this time.

He noticed the bruise? It's so small it doesnt even hurt, you forgot it even happened.

“ Oh, that bruise. The mob boss Sergio showed up. It surprised us and in our state of surprise he sucker punched me in the face and got away. But dont worry we got control of the shipment, we will get him eventually”, you stammer out.

He lets go of your face and takes out his phone. He turns around,  “ Tony, yes it's me. Apparently Sergio, the mob boss got away. I need all focus on him, can you do that? Okay thanks!”

“ What was that”, you surprisingly ask. 

His focus goes back to you, “ No one hurts my team and gets away with it”

He turns around to walk away. But stops in his tracks when he hears you murmur, “ You hurt me everyday with your words''

He goes back towards you. “ My words are never meant to hurt you, Y/N,”

“ But they have, since the moment we met.  I let it happen but then I had enough and started to talk back. If one thing I learned from my parents is to always fight back”, you quietly stated. Looking down at your feet shifting weight from one foot to another.

All that energy to fight back was gone. You needed answers. 

He grabbed your face, cradling it between his two hands. This time there was no force but it was a touch so soft, so warming, so welcoming.

“ No words can describe how sorry I am. I let my emotion get the better of me.  You joined the team and you were everything I am not. The person I am is thanks to a serum. But you, you have it all. You have the strength, the smarts and the beauty”, he sincerely apologizes.

“ Beauty?” you question looking into his eyes. Using his eyes are filled with what looks like hate, but right now they are filled with something more, could it be love?

“ I dont deserve this but if you allow me”, he asks, leaning closer. 

You know what he is asking and you too want it.  The ball is in your court.  You move your body closer to him and he takes that as an indication to smash his lips onto yours.

The kiss starts off rough, like you are in need of each other. But it becomes softer and more passionate. An apology in itself. Both of you cant and wont pull away. You were deprived of each other for so long. 

Now you knew, Steve Rogers did like you. Maybe a little more than you would ever imagine.

[bwingus]

Striker helps asher get home.

(This was an rp between me and @nightmares-and-preys . They also made the cover art. Check them out :3)

(Also, just a warning. Striker acts way different than he does in helluva boss. Hes nicer, and says things that contradict the cannon. Keep this in mind while reading this)

Just another day.. iiis what you'd think before the worst possible scenario happens to ya.

A teen was walking into their home as some of their siblings grabbed and dragged them off into their mini library.

"Guys, what the hell!?"

"Shush, You need to help us! We need you to read this spell for us" The sister said.

It made them confused but they nodded. "Alright..? What is it-"

"It's just a shrinking spell, We want to see if it actually works on this apple here."

"Uh- okay.." They stared at their siblings before starting the spell. It was going well until the brother knocked into them.

It made them mess up the words. "Eh!? D-damnit, Brot- w- WHATS GOING O-"

They had immediately vanished before their siblings eyes.

Next thing they knew, They felt a scorching hot pain.

The teen shakenly stood as they looked around. A horrific, desert like hellscape in front of them.

"What the hell..? Is- I-iiyy- Why is everything so big-" They winced before covering the bright red light from their eyes. "W-where am I!?- what's that loud noise-" They froze before looking back at the flaming horse that was approaching quickly. "O-oh hell!!" They jolted before fleeing from the horse's path. Catching a glimpse of it's horned rider.

"I-im in hell..!?"

Striker had been riding his horse, bombproof, when he smelt something extremely interesting. He smelt a human. "Now how in satan's name did a human get into hell?" He thought. He looked around, but didnt notice anything. That was until he saw something small, and human shaped run across the ground, and hide behind a can. So the human was small. Extremely small. He smelt the rank smell of magic aswell as the humans scent. They must have been teleported here, and accidentally shrunk themself in the process, or the other way around. He hoped off of bombproof, and then took a few careful steps towards the can. He didn't want to scare the human away. He was rather hungry, and this could be his next meal. Once he was about 2 feet away, the small human peeked out form behind the can. He could see the fear in their eyes. But somehting was different. This human looked young. Like, in their teens young. Now, if theres one rule striker had, it was that he didnt hurt kids, and he counted teens as kids. So right then and there he decided that he was gonna help this kid. He took one more step, and then decided to talk to her. "Hey, kid. Could you come out from behind that can? I want to help you, but I'll need you to come out form behind there." He said in the nicest way possible. "H-how do I know I can trust you?" She said, peeking out from behind the can. "Well, I'm the only person around for miles, and haven't tried to kill you yet. That's pretty trustworthy when it comes to hell." He told her, hoping that would convince her. "O-ok." She says as she walks out from behind the can. "Just stay there hun. I'll come over there and pick ya up." He said as he walked over, and gently picked her up. Once he had her at chest level he set her in his flat palm. "So, how did you even get here in the first place?" He asked her. "Well, my siblings wanted me to test a shrinking spell on an apple, and one of my brothers bumped me and made me mess up the spell. I guess it caused a shrinking and teleportation spell." She said sadly. "Oh I'm so sorry hun. I know a way to get ya home. Itll just take me a bit to get there. So, I need somewhere safe to transport you..." he said as he checked for anywhere he could hide her. If he hid her in a pocket, other demons would catch her scent. There is one other place he knew he could hide her, but he knew she would absolutely freak out if he put her into there. "Hey kid, do you trust me?" He asked hesitantly. "S-sure I guess. Why do you ask?" She asked, slightly frightened. "Becuase, I'm about to do something that will break your trust..." he says as he shoves her in his mouth. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. He licked her around with his snake like tounge. He could feel her struggling, and could hear her begging to be let out, which made him feel like shit. Once she was slippery enough, he flicked his head back, and swallowed all of her in one gulp. She continued to squirm and shout even while going down his throat. The squirming actually hurt his throat. He felt her pass his collarbone, and then plop into his stomach. He felt her bang in the walls, and then heard her scream. "Please let me out of here! I dont wanna be in a demons stomach all day! It stinks in here!". That was unexpected. He thought she was gonna be scared of being digested. But it seems she just doesnt wanna be in his stomach becuase it stinks, and she just doesnt wanna be in there. Interesting. "I'm sorry kid, but that's the safest place you can be. If I had you in a pocket, another demon would have smelt your scent, and taken you. I'd rather not have that happen." He said as he rubbed the bulge she made in his belly. "Also, whats your name kid?" He asked her. "You can call me ash. What's your name?" She said. "The names striker." He answered. He then felt an extremely odd feeling. He could feel her rubbing his belly from the inside. He blushed and then started to purr. "A-alright kid. I best be getting ya home." He said as he hopped back on bombproof, and made his journey to I.M.P.

Time skip to when striker gets to IMP

Striker stopped bombproof in the parking lot, and then stepped up to the front door of the building. "Well, this isn't gonna end well..." striker said nervously. "What's wrong striker?" She asked. "Well, the guy who can help get you home, well, me and him have some bad blood." He said with a sigh. "W-well, what did you do?" She asked, slightly scared. "Well, I tried to kill his boyfriend, and tried to kill his employees." He said nervously, as he hoped that wouldnt scare her. "O-oh. Alright. Well, why did you do that?" She asked. "Well, I was hired to kill his boyfriend, and his employees got in the way. I'm tryin to make amends though." He said as he walked into the building, and made his way up to blitz's office. He peeked inside, and saw blitz sleeping at his desk. He opened the door, and walked up to the desk. He didnt know how to use the magic book, so he would have to wake blitz up. He shook blitz's shoulder, trying to wake him up. It seems it worked, as blitz slowly opened his eyes, and said. "Oh hey striker... wait STRIKER!?! WHAT in the FUCK are you doing here!?" He yelled as he pointed a pistol right at strikers stomach. "I wouldnt do that if I were you blitz." Striker said with a menacing snarl. "I got a human kid in there, and I'm tryin to get them back to earth. And i need your help to do it." Blitz lowered his gun. "Wow striker, I didnt think you would stoop low enough to eat kids. But I'm guessing your asking me to use the grimoire to teleport the kid back?" He said as he went and grabbed the grimoire, and started flipping through the pages, looking for the spell. "Mhm. That's exactly why I came here. I would have used the book myself, but I dont know how to." He said as he scratched the back of his head. "Well, I'll be in the meeting room, getting the spell ready. You should probably spit her out." Blitz said as he walked towards the door. "Before you go blitz, you should get a growth spell ready too. Shes currently tiny." Striker said as he started to cough, trying to spit her up. "Sure thing." Blitz said as he walked out the room. Striker eventually spits her into his hand, and miraculously she was sleeping. He carrys her into the meeting room, where blitz is standing on the table holding the book, which was currently glowing. "I got those spells ready. Can you give her to me?" Striker hands blitz ash, and then sits in one of the chairs. "Also, just so you know striker, I'm only doing this for the girl. Once shes back home, I won't hesitate to kill you." Blitz said as he activated the growth spell. "I know that blitz. I'll be leaving once shes home anyway. Now, let me wake her up" he walked over and shook ash awake. "Mornin sleepyhead. Your bout to go home. Blitz, get the portal ready for her." Blitz opens the portal, and it leads to ash's house. "Welp. It's your time to leave kid." Blitz says. "Hold on now. I need to say goodbye." I hop on the table, and give ash a big bear hug. "I'll see ya later kid." Ash gets up, and then walks towards the portal. Before she walks through it, she waves to striker and blitz. "Bye you two!" And then she walks through, and then portal closes behind her. Striker walks towards the door, as he remembers what blitz said to him. "Welp. I guess I best be leaving." He whistles, and bombproof bursts through the window. He hops on bombproof, and then smashes through the door, rinding off back to the wrath ring. "Oh come the fuck on!!!! I just had all this fixed!!!" Blitz yells out.

The end.

[hauntedbythefanficsofmypast]

Daminette Rough Layout AU #1

Warning- This is a Salt AU, it contains Lila salt, Adrien Salt, Alya Salt and Class Salt. Some of the Salt is dramatized, pkease read at your own digression.

Note- Changing things up a bit-they are in high school now-Damian 16 and Marinette 15 and juniors, obviously things are different from canon. Gabriel gave up both miraculous after Adrien dies in one of the akuma fights, he has Nooroo and Duusu bring them to the guardian. Marinette helps heal Duusu so that if he is ever used again the holder will not start to die. Soon after Master Fu takes back Adrien's miraculous and names Marinette the guardian.

He doesnt lose his memories but he does pass away a week later. Marinette also deletes her original website and makes and entire new one under MDC designs after Lila threatens to leave bad reviews.(This happens before she meets Damian, right when they are entering high school.)

They met online after Damian got tired of his brothers making fun of him for talking like an old man. He found Marinette on Twitter, (She has a very popular Twitter blog where she Tweets in English and is considered a meme god.) and after reading her tweets decided that she'd be a good teacher.

After reaching out they agreed on how much she'll be paid and a time that works best for both of them. Every Monday & Wednesday the video chat when Damian has his lunch and study period. For Damian it is 12 to 1 pm, and for Marinette it is 7 to 8 pm. After two months Marinette has successfully made Damian her friend, and he has began opening up to her more. Meanwhile Damian begins to mess with his brothers using memes.

Tim to Jason- I will die if I don't get coffee soon.

Damian passing by the kitchen on his phone- Then perish.

Jason-...Did he just?

Tim- Impossible.

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Dick over the coms while on patrol-I really want candy right now.

Damian drops down next to him and pulls a tidepod of of his belt giving it to Dick before continuing on.

Dick-What the fuck...

Tim having seen from a distance-What did Damian give you candy?

Dick- He gave me a tidepod.

Jason-Your shitting me Goldie.

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Jason-What are you eating Damian?

Damian taking a bite of a pop tart- Ravioli...

Jason-Im going fucking crazy.

Alfred-Language Master Jason.

They now text each other durning their free time, Marinette loves receiving pictures of Damian's pets and silly pictures of Damian's friend Jon. Damian loves seeing pictures of her newest designs and Paris at night.

Jon is the only person who knows about Marinette and thats because he crashed one of Damian's classes. He gushes over the fact that Damian is talking to his favorite person on Twitter, then full on fanboys a second later when she follows him back on Twitter. Soon after she becomes friends with Jon too, Lila comes back. After two weeks of fighting her she stops after both Damian and Jon point out that if her classmates were really her friends they wouldnt believe someone they just met over her. Marinette stops doing extra things for the class no more free pastries, banners, clothes or anything. She spends majority of her time on school work, her comissions and talking with Damian and Jon.

Madame Bustier at one point asks her to stay after class. She tells her she is disappointed that Marinette is distancing herself form the class so much. Marinette just tells her that she is done, that if she wants a perfect role model then she should use Lila instead and leaves. The next day she tells Madame Bustier she is stepping down as class president, everyone in the class except for Chloe and Marinette vote for Lila. Marinette has had more free time then she has had in a while and is thriving. She is able to take more and more commissions and even allows Jagged and Clara to give other celebrities access to her website. With a push from Jon she also sets up a Twitter and Instagram account under MDC Designs. With in no time everyone is trying to get an MDC original.

At one point she gets a call from Jon asking her how much it would cost for a MDC original for his mom. Marinette smiles softly telling him to just get his moms measurements for her. When he argues she finally agrees to accept payment but gives him a family discount. Jon agrees with a huff, a month later Jon sends her a video of his mom opening his gift.

Lois-Oh Jon love you know you didnt have to get me anything.

Jon-And let Connor out do me this year? No way.

Connor laughing-Oh shut it Jon!

Jon-cone on open it already mom!

Lois lauging before unwrapping the box- Is this? Jon is this a MDC box?

Connor looking at him with wide eyes.

Jon-open it and see!

Clark-So thats why you asked me for her measurements.

Lois pulls a beautiful knee length navy blue pencil dress. It had a classy V neck and flounce bell sleeves Jon is this and MDC original?

Jon-weeell if you look at the inside of the right sleeve your see her signature marking. Thats not all though mom theres another box!

Lois grabs the other box and unwraps it opening it quickly to find a pair of white lace up Oxford pumps with matching navy laces, MDC hand stitched on the back in navy.

Lois-How did you-how did you get MDC originals?

Jon laughing-I'll never tell!

Marinette saves the video on her phone and tells him he wants a photo of her in it for her website. A week later he send her pictures of his mom in the outfit posing with his dad and the next day he send pictures of her posing with Bruce Wayne on the red carpet. She quickly posts them on Instagram and Twitter tagging Lois, Clark, Bruce and Daily Planet.

'I knew Mrs. Lane would make this one of a kind outfit look beautiful! I was happy to make the dress and shoes as a surprise from her son! Mrs. Lane your son has my number, if you ever want another original talk to him! 💋'

Lois immediately responds to her tweet thank her for the amazing gift, while also asking how her son got in contact with MDC.

Marinette- ' 🤫🤫😘😘💋'

Jon-'You'll never know!!'

Lois, with her bosses approval, writes an article joking about the mystery that is MDC at also an interview where she grills her son on how he knows MDC.

Its a blows up and part of Jon's interview becomes a meme. This part;

Jon-Superman, please come save me from my mom!

Marinette being the meme godess she is decides to quote it on Twitter, but she messes up and posts it on MDC desgins.

MDC-Superman, please come save me from these deadlines!

Half an hour later

MDC-That was meant for my personal Twitter...

Now everyone is also talking about MDC memeing.

After talking with the Kwami Marinette decides to tell Damian and Jon about her time as Ladybug, and how she still goes out and patrols to stop muggers. In return one day Damian and Jon flies him and Damian to paris and they finally meet in person and they tell her their own identities. They leave Gotham at 7 am in Gotham and make it to Paris at 3 pm and wait for her outside of her parents bakery. Marinette flips out and practically tackles the both if them in a hug. She pulls them inside happily introducing her parents to her American friends. After they tell her they decide to spend the rest of the day together. Marinette also takes their measurements telling them its for a surprise. Damian tells her that his brothers are obsessed with MDC and how the wouldnt stop hounding Jon when they found out he had gotten in contact with her.

They go out and Marinette shows them Paris while Jon is slowly pushing them together. He is ecstatic when Marinette wraps one of her fingers around Damien's finger and he respond by grabbing and holding her hand. They are all immensly happy until they are passing by a park and notices her class having a party. At first she doesnt care and just shrugs it off, until the class notices them. Alya accuses Marinette of trying to start drama, she rolls her eyes telling Alya she didnt even know about the party and was just showing her friends around. Damian frowns glaring at the class when he feels Marinette hand start to shake and releases her hand wrapping an arm around her waist in support. Jon is also frowning but simply reminds Marinette that they were going out to eat. Marinette nods and begins telling them about the restaurant they were going to while leaning into Damian's side.

They turn leaving the class behind only for Adrien to hurry after them. Adrien tries to convince Marinette to return and spend time with the class saying he missed his friend. Marinette tells him that they arent friends anymore, that friends dont allow lies to be spread about their friends. She takes the boys and they finally make it to the restaurant.

Damian pays refusing to let Marinette or Jon touch the check. They spend the rest of their time at Marinette's house watching movies until they leave at 9pm wishing Marinette goodnight and making it back to Gotham at 3 pm. When they get back to the manor Bruce confronts Damian asking why he got notified that Damian's card had been used in Paris. Thats how Bruce finds out about Marinette.

Bruce- shes been teaching you memes?

Damian-yes.

Bruce-...well at least your making friends.

Damian-dont tell the others, they'll want to meet her and Id rather not be embarrassed

Bruce-I wont say anything until they catch you then.

Around the end of Marinette's junior year Lila accuses Marinette of theft and she is once again expelled. Only this time Marinette gets the school board involved and she is quickly cleared of charges. once again. However she decides not to return to the school tired of their treatment. Instead with the help of Jagged and her parents permission she enrolls at Gotham Academy and doesnt tell Damian to surprise him. Jon does know that way he could help her.

Within the week Marinette is in Gotham in her new penthouse apartment with her new gaurdian, a maid/nanny that Penny had recommended. Her name is Margaery she is in her 60s. The next day Marinette is dropped of at school by Margaery, Jon is already there early and helps her get his schedule and everything. Then they wait for Damian to arrive hiding until the see him open his locker Jon distracts him while Marinette hides behind the locker door. The school is very surprised whe. Damian smiles brightly at seeing her. Within the day she is known around the school as both Sunshine and Gotham's new Goddess.

Soon enough Damian Marinette and Jon are never seen withiut tge other except in classes. Many teachers see Marinette as a blessing classes have been calmer shes always willing to volunteer and shes even started tutoring some of the students. Even though she entered late in the year she starts to help the student council and things were more organized and running smoother. What everyone is really happy about is how she seems to bring out the teen in Damian and encourage him to act his age. The only reason they havent posted about her and Damian's relationship is because Damian made it clear he didnt want his family to know.

He starts calling her Angel and Red Bird. Marinette starts calling him Dove and Birdie. They slowly start going on dates while also making sure to hang out with Jon so he didnt feel left behind. Its the beginning of summer when Marinette gets invited to a Wayne gala by Bruce himself with a little note.

'Miss Dupain-Cheng, I would like to meet the girl that has stolen my youngest's attention. Please do not inform him I invited you, I think it will be quite the surprise for him. -Bruce Wayne

She tells Damian to wear a seafoam green tie because it will bring out his eyes, in a sly way so that they will be matching. She then makes a seafoam green Asymmetrical A-line off the shoulders dress adding layers of tulle that forms teirs and finishes with horsehair hemlines. The MDC signature is stictched on to the second layer of tulle.

The night of the Gala she is dropped off by Margaery and Jon leaves his parents to meet her. She tells him that Damian didnt know either and Bruce wanted to surprise him. Jon starts laughing causing Marinette to dissolve into giggles. This catches Jon's parents eyes and they walk over. Jon wuickly introduces her as one of his best friends. Lois and Marinette quickly hit it off and enter the gala together with Jon and Clark following behind them. After 5 minutes Damian spots them, and discreetly hurries over to them.

Damian-Angel!

Lois and Clark are surprised at the nickname and that Damian is smiling even more surprised when he hugs her and holds her hand gently. They stare into each others eyes for a moment until Lois coughs catching boths attention. Damian greets them as he lets go of Marinette's hand wrapping an arm around her waist as she does the same. They stand talking with each other until Lois spots someone she wants to interview and hurries off with Clark. The three of them share a look before all saying food at once. Jon walks ahead of them as Marinette and Damian follow talking to themselves.

M-'Your father wanted to meet me so Im afraid I will no longer be a secret.'

D-'Of course he did, I was hoping to keep those embarrassments known as my brothers away.'

This causes Marinette to laugh leaning her head on his shoulder.

M-'I am sure they arent that bad.'

They spend a good half hour talking with Jon and eating before Bruce finds them and introduces himself to Marinette. Five minutes later she notices Damian's brothers starring at them in shock. She starts giggling and points it out to Damian who groans. Soon after the boys rush over to interrogate their brother dragging him away from Marinette Jon and Bruce.

While Damian is dealing with them Jagged and Penny both find Marinette. Eventually the boys force Damian to introduce them to Marinette. She hits it off with all of them promising to visit the mansion. Jon convinces Damian to ask Marinette to be his girlfriend. He asks her to dance with him and asks while they are dancing. That night Marinette Damian and Jon leave together for an impromptu sleepover at Marinette's. Margaery picks them up greeting both parents and assuring them that there kids will be safe, and they will be camping out in the living room.

Marinette surprises the boys with handmade pjs once they get to her house and Margaery surprises them with cookies. The next day she goes to the mansion with Damian and gets to know his brothers more piecing together who is who of the Batfamily. At one point Jason insinuates that Marinette couldnt fight so she challenges his to a spar. Jason being cocky holds back and gets his butt kicked, he asks for a rematch and doesnt hold back this time, still gets his butt kicked.

While Damian and Marinette are saying goodbye she jokes about how long its going to take his siblings to realize shes a hero not a civilian. Damian finds it hilarious. When Marinette gets home she tells Margaery that she was going up to the roof to look at the stars for inspiration. Margaery allows her making her take a blanket, hor chocolate and some cookies with her. That night Nightwing lands on her roof and 'startles' causing her to throw her cup at him hitting him in the gut

Robin chuckling-That bitch empty,

Mari and Robin together-Yeet!

Marinette laughs offering him a cookie as Nightwing gets up

Nightwing-Nice throw.

Marinette laughs harder her eyes twinkling.

Mari-Sorry you startled me I must have lost track of time I should head back home now. Have a safe patrol Birdies!

She says before passing other of them leaving the plate of cookies behind for them. Over the summer Marinette and Damian visit her parents for two weeks before returning to Gotham. The rest of the summer is filled with dates between her and Damian the Gotham Gazette is having a field day with them.

They're referred to as the Goddess and the Prince and every date is talked about the next day. When summer is over Marinette Damian and Jon are back for their senior year. Marinette decides to run for student body president and Jon runs as her vice president, they both tease Damian about being the trophy boyfriend and he responds that he is fine with it as long as hes the trophy boyfriend to Marinette. Marinette and Jon win with an almost unanimous vote. It is half way through their senior year when Damian's brothers realize she knows. Bruce and Babs already know. Jason teasingly jokes about Damian outing them to a civilian and Marinette jist goes

Marinette-Jayby(This is her nickname for him), I have beaten you in spars 9 out of 10 times and you still think Im a civilian.

Tim-What?

Marinette sighs before calling Tiki out and transforming. (She has a different outfit. Period. Her hair is pulled into a high ponytail, held by a red ribbon. It has a completely black mask, her top was sleeveless and was a deep red. She had gloves that stopped at her elbows the same deep red but with black poka-dots. Her pants were completely black with a red belt holding her yoyo. Her outfit was finished with red combat boots with black soles.) Everyone is silent as they taken in her outfit.

Damian-God your so beautiful.

Marinette-Aw Dove

Que a sweet kiss where Jason gags jokingly before Tim flips out about her being Ladybug. Marinette jokingly says that he didnt react that way to her being MDC.

Tim-what?

Dick-This time your oulling my leg.

Marinette-You didnt know? I was always giving you guys family discounts.

Tim-Your MDC...my favorite fashion designer is my future sister-in-law. Thats why your commissions always seemed cheaper than others. Im chalant right now.

This causes Dick to burst out laughing.

Dick-Really becuase Im whelmed!

Bruce smiles slightly remembering when his eldest would use to his 'Unwords' all the time.

That night Marinette patrols with them and Gotham gains a new hero LadyBird. With a little shove from Damian and begging from Tim, Marinette begins to grow MDC even more by partnering with Wayne Enterprises. Marinette and Damian are the power couple of the school, they have majority of their classes together both being in AP and Honors classes. As the school president Marinette is notified that during the last quarter of second semester a French class is doing an exchange program at Gotham Academy.

Her and Jon have to escort them around the school the first week. Marinette argues a bit at first.

Mari-I understand that it is important but Jon and I are still heavily working on Prom, Senior's Last Peprally, Senior Awards, Senior vs Freshman Football, Prom King and Queen vote and The Senior trip.

Jon-Mari is right is there anyway we could pick someone else to show them around. There are a few other people in student council that speak French.

They both convince the Principal to allow the Secretary of the Student Council, Candy St.Cloud, to show them around. Marinette, Jon and Damian avoid them, none of Marinette's old class knows Marinette is there until votes for Prom King and Queen pops up and Marinette's name is on the ballet.

Lila bursts into tears claiming her Dami promised her she'd be on the ballet since he goes to that school. They all try to hunt her down and give her shit for booting Lila off. However majority of Gotham academy has noticed their attitude towards Gotham's Goddess and everyone makes sure Marinette is unreachable.

They pretty much only see glimpses of her until Senior's Last Peprally when she and Damian are announced Prom King and Queen. Their boos are covered up by the school's cheers. Marinette and Damian share a quick kiss which causes more cheers as the teachers roll their eyes calling out Pda. Then both her and Jon announce whats going to be happening at the peprally.

At the end of it all the seniors get together for one last class photo in the front is Jon Marinette and Damian. Damian and Marinette are wearing the sashes and crowns and Marinette is in the middle of them. Bustier's class is upset they cant be a part of the picture because they arent actually seniors at the school. The next night is Senior awards the class doesnt go but the trio does.

Marinette and Damian get best couple.

Damian gets the award for best grades.

Jon gets the award for most likely to secede in life.

That night all three are on the news and trending on Twitter when they go out to celebrate at Bat Burger, videos and pictures are posted off Marinette and Jon dying of laughter as Damian cuts his burger with a knife and fork. At the hotel Lila is crying claiming that Damian is cheating in her with Marinette. The class continuously message Marinette even when they get a response saying that the person is not Marinette amd that they've had the number for two months.

The next day at lunch they confront Marinette, they followed Jon to the room the Student council eat lunch in. Que them berating Marinette infront of everyone including the teachers. Marinette just rolls her eyes not wanting to give them the time of day.

Alya-I cant believe you tricked Lila's boyfriend into dating a bully like you!

This causes Jon to launch to her defense, he steps in front of Marinette glaring at the class.

Jon-Lila's boyfriend?? You mean Damian, so Lila was dating Damian first?

Lila-Yes! And Marinette purposely seduced him!

Jon-Really tell me when did you firat meet Damian?

Lila-oh he was so sweet! It was when we were 6 and we met at a gala here in Gotham! A older women was being incredibly mean to me and he stood up for me telling me that he'd have his dad kick her out. We were always meeting up over the summer and started dating at the beginning of senior year!

Jon-Oh so you know Arabic?

Lila-What?

Jon smirking-Well Damian didnt learn English until he was 8, his first language is English. Also you couldn't possibly have met Damian here when he was 6 because Damian didn't come to Gotham until he was 10. When his dad was informed that he had a son. On top of that Damian spends every summer with his family and closest friends. Actually he usually spends a few weeks on my family's farm, this summer he didnt because he went to Paris with Marinette. Also at the beginning of senior year? St. Cloud, when did Damian ask Marinette out.

St. Cloud- Beginning of the summer at Mr. Wayne's first charity gala of the summer, he asked her while they were dancing. It was really cute and Marinette looked amazing in her MDC dress!

Mari-Thank you St. Cloud, I could give you her number if you'd like a dress

Lila runs away embarrassed the class starring at Jon and Marinette in shock.

Alya-who-who do you think you are?!

Mari-Alya do you really not recognize your idols son?

Marinette is disappointed as she introduces them to Jon Kent, after that the teacher finally forces the French class out, while also telling them how kuch trouble they'll be in.

The class starts trying to get on Marinette's good side for the rest of the year but she ignores them. Prom comes and goes and when its finally time for graduation Damian is valedictorian. He gives a fairly inspirational speech and at the end he smirks finishing it with.

Dami-And lastly I would like to thank my eldest brother, without him Id never be able to give this sappy inspirational speech, he is really good at them.

When they throw their caps in the air Damian finds Marinette and dips her pulling her into a deep kiss.

That night while they are all celebrating at the Wayne Mansion Marinette finally lets go of Paris, she decides that her place is in Gotham with Damian.

Lets do a time skip!

Marinette is the top name in Fashion, Damian is Co-Ceo of Wayne enterprises with Tim. They are both married and living in Marinette's penthouse together with Margaery, I am to emotionally invested to kill off her or Alfred even if it is do to age. They visit the mansion almost every day, and family dinners are common.

Jon started going out with St. Cloud and are engaged, he has also taken up the mantle of Superman.

Damian has taken up the mantle of Batman with his Robin, Johnn'i Thomas Grayson-Wayne, Richard and Koriand'r's second child that did not inherit his mothers powers, and his partner Ladybird. That is until Marinette discovers she is pregnant. She surprises the family while they are getting their family portrait redone, with only Kori and the photographer knowing.

All the girls are in chairs with the boys behind them. Seating goes.

Babs, Kate, Selina, Marinette, Kori, Stephanie, and Cass. For a few of the pictures Marinette holds up a sign saying, "Another Wayne is on the way!" Then they hide the sign so they have a regular family portrait.

A few days later when the entire family is gathered to see the photos they are surprised when Bruce stars at them in shock. Alfred and Margaery merly smile offering congratulations, everyone is confused until Bruce turns the picture around.

Damian is looking at the pictures in shock until he jumps up and picks up Marinette spinning her around. Soon everyone is screaming and cheering offering congratulations. While Damian and Marinette hold each other close crying softly.

Mari-Your gonna be a Daddy Dove.

Damian-I love you so much Marinette. So much.

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Band of Brothers-

Cute/charming things they say when they walk into a room and see you/you walk into a room and they see you:

Babe: 

“oh SHIIIIIT! There’s my BABY! Do you see her, fellas? GodDAMN, I’m a lucky sonofabitch!” 

(you blush so hard and are just like Babe, we’re at work stahp it but he dgaf).

It’s embarrassing and always makes Martin glare so imploringly at you that you’ll go over to Babe just to make him be quiet. Because, you know, YOU’RE AT WORK. 

This bitch is shameless when it comes to loving on you, having once come to stand next to you when Sink was giving an important announcement and straight-up PINCHED. YOUR. ASS. 

how you didn’t yelp is a miracle, and how no one else seemed to notice was equally astounding 

(oh, the boys noticed. They kinda shipped it tho, so it was more a matter of hiding their joy). 

Needless to say, it only happened the once, something you made Babe swear after you pulled him aside and punched him in the arm. 

Don’t worry, you kissed it better.

Roe: 

bb boy doesn’t say anything at first, 

the smile he saves just for you is playing at his lips as you walk up to meet him, tho.

The moment you’re close enough that he can smell the  sweet mint of your gum, he’ll whisper something sweet like “hey you” or “mon amor”, or maybe just your name 

(bc let’s be honest, his accent is 10 out of 10 and he could read me the dictionary and I’d still rock an ugly giggle/snort combo). 

If it’s a more serious situation, like if you’re hurt oh lordy

he will literally shout your name until either you shout back or someone tells him where you are. 

I could see him being a face holder, in the sense that he does it to reassure himself that you’re okay and make sure he has your undivided attention. 

Since getting injured in Carentan, you hadn’t been as close to the frontlines as you had been, so when you were needed you are REALLY NEEDED, 

and even if he didn’t like it Gene knew you were the best at what you did. 

Gene also feels better if he knows where you are.

 Even when you eventually return to Easy, he will feel better knowing which Foxhole you’re in, and knowing he’s seen to it your first aid kit was fully stocked.

Liebgott: 

THAT FUCKER’S SMIRKING AT YOU SO OPENLY that whoever he had been talking to instantly goes 

*sigh* y/n’s just came in, didn’t she? 

And he won’t even ANSWER because he’s already shoving past them to walk up and eye you with obvious satisfaction. 

“Bout time you showed up,” he’d say casually, hands finding your hips giving them a quick squeeze. 

“Sooner we get briefed, sooner we can get outta here.” 

(You’re not fully sure what ‘getting outta here’ entails, but if the way he looked at you was any indication, you had a feeling it didn’t involve anything less than PG-13 sexy times.)

Bull: 

“Hey, little lady.”

He’ll say it no matter how tall or short you are, how wide or how narrow.

He will always say it to you that when you first see each other in the morning 

(sometimes, you wake up to Hey, little lady being kissed into the soft skin behind your ear.) 

(Once while on a 48 hour pass, he’d woken you up that way in a REAL bed and the two of you had nearly gotten him sent up Curahee for being late coming back because you’d ended up spending more time in that bed than either of you anticipated Whoops)

(Even if he had been late, he definitely wouldnt have minded, tbh. He fully considered going AWOL if it mean neither of you had to leave the bed)

but throughout the day he’s more concerned about getting his hands on some part of you whenever the two of you had been apart- 

even if it was for like five minutes. 

Nothing over the top- holding his arm up and out so you can step into his side, a press of his lips to your temple. 

Idk guys i just feel like he’d just love you so much that everyone would be able to see, which they do and they all think it’s fucking cute

Buck: 

He doesn’t always call out when he sees you, mostly because your eyes always seem to find his. 

The two of you could be across a field from one another with a thousand angry Germans between you, guns blazing, and the two of you would always spot each other like two honing beacons. 

If its downtime and you guys don’t have to be on your guard he’ll ABSOLUTELY wolf whistle in at you, 

You’ll see a stupid grin lighting up his face as he nods in your direction. 

“Take a look, boys. I think we’ve got ourselves a…” 

and he always waits until you’re close enough that he can wrap a quick arm around your waist and pat your hip. 

“Certified babe-asaurus!” 

(in a foxhole somewhere, a wild Babe’s head pokes up in confusion). 

You groan and boo him, and whoever he was with inevitably ends up booing him too.

But he doesn’t care because seeing you smile makes him so happy you guys.

Lipton: 

If you’re in public, he will quietly step up beside you and place his hand gently between your shoulder blades.

He’s not super into PDA, which you didn’t mind because what he didn’t show in physical touch he more than made up for in open admiration. 

He is in awe of you 

sometimes he worries you forget how highly he thinks of you, how highly everybody thinks of you 

(you don’t forget, but he’s just one of those people who will get intrusive thoughts like that and sometimes has a hard time shaking them so plz just let him say it ok?)

so he always whispers some praise with his greeting 

(Hey, beautiful...Doin’ okay, love?...What’re you thinking, brilliant girl?). 

It’d probably seem like overkill if anyone else did it but Carwood is just so goddamn sincere that you can’t help but duck a quick kiss to his shoulder. 

HOWEVER! 

If you two kids are alone….

OH BOI. 

He is handsy, coming up and caging you with his arms, 

probably pulling you close quickly so you lose your balance and he can hold you a lil bit.

(He likes to sweep you off your feet im so sorry)

 That’s when his praises are hushed and sighed between long slow kisses. 

Nixon: 

Like Liebgott, he’s a snarky motherfucker who will get the most self-satisfied grin on his face the moment he sees you, instantly turning on the famous Lewis Nixon charm ( something he’d long since decided belonged to you and you alone.)

“Uh oh,” he’d say, looking you up and down before raising an eyebrow.

(bc your hot but also he doesn’t want to get all flirty if you’re hurt or sick or something’s up bc ur not just something to flirt with- YOU ARE A BADASS WITH BADASS RESPONSIBILITIES AND THAT WAS SOMETHING HE very often and sometimes FOUND SO HOT THAT IT MADE HIM THINK HE MAY HAVE AN AUTHORITY FETISH this has been a PSA) 

“Here comes trouble.”

you roll your eyes, the behavior you once found cocky and arrogant having becoming endearing somewhere between Toccoa and England. 

He has absolutely no qualms about PDA (verbal or physical), so it’s up to you to reign him in 

(especially if he’s a lil tipsy, poor Luz didn’t need to hear Lewis’s sloppy and shameless plea for you to let him eat you out on top of piano he’d found in the attic of the billet he’d been assigned. You weren’t able to look at George for a week without wanting to die of embarrassment and Lewis Nixon didn’t get any for two weeks. He was sure to never make such a mistake ever again)��

And Dick had probably grown blind to how Lewis liked to pull you his lap and run his hands up and down your thighs while you played with his hair. 

Also, like Lipton, he probably saves the more explicit acts of PDA for when the company has scheduled downtime 

(but only bc you told him he needed to keep it in his pants any other time he tried to get cute with you)

but you can bet your ass his hand will always try to tap it (your ass, that is.)at least once

a day when he isn’t supposed to.

That’s when you get to punish him whoopsies

Dick: 

since the day you were introduced to Dick in Georgia, the boy always made sure to stand when you entered a room and will call you “ma’am”,

(you know, LIKE HE DOES ONLY BECAUSE HE HAS TO FOR SOBEL BC RANKS. I feel like he has a “we salute the woman, not the rank” speech queued up for anyone who tried to give him shit for it BUT THAT’s JUST ME)

but he has a knowing look in his eye that makes the term ‘ma’am’ feel anything but impersonal.

It confused the shit out of replacements, who would automatically stand because their superior officer (that would be Big Dick Winters) did- only to see you standing there in your fatigues with a coffee in each hand with a look of mutual confusion on your face. 

(bc while they like you, but they’re confused still bc while you’re a boss ass bitch,  you didn’t outrank him...or at least they theink you dont?) 

Babe had been the one to ask you about the longing looks and lingering glances, and when you didn’t know how to answer him you’d gone to Nixon, 

He’d burst into tearful laughter and was unable to get it together enough to explain anything.

Dick had been the one to bring it up the next time they were alone, weirdly enough, as she proofread his report for errors that didn’t exist. 

Because you warrant it, he’d said when pressed for a reason why he greeted her like a ranking officer, looking down at his boots as they both blushed like teenagers at a school dance. 

After that, he still stood wherever you walked in

but now he made a point to brush his fingers against yours at some point during the time you were together. 

He’s the definition of a slow burn friends-to-lovers story, and boi can get spicy LEMME TELL YOU.

(this is my first writing thing ever plz let a sister know if there are any glaring typos. Also i’m roughly 97 years late to fandom but I brought y’all some starbucks so plz let me in thank you)

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Little Prince (Pt.2)

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"The mafia? Roman are you kidding me? Do you know how dangerous they are!" Remus was pacing the living room, his husband Virgil sitting on the couch with his arms wrapped around his stomach.

"They saved my life Rem! It's not like I'm hurt!" Roman pouted, he knew Remus wasnt going to take the fact that the lounge had been attacked well, but he'd at least thought he'd be happy Roman was safe.

"Roman they're the mafia! You cant trust a word they say or anything they do! They're just going to manipulate you and drag you into their messes!" Remus said, almost pleadingly.

"Just because you're a year older than me doesnt mean you know everything!" Roman said.

"I know that you cant keep putting yourself in danger for the sake of your reputation!" Remus said, there were tears in his eyes, Roman felt a twinge of guilt.

"Just. . . Stay away from them, for your own good," Remus said before walking back over to the couch and sitting next to Virgil. He held his arms out, seemingly to pull the smaller man into a hug, but Virgil seemed adamant about not changing positions. Roman sighed and walked back into his room, collapsing onto the bed and turning over to look at the ceiling. Logan's voice echoing in his head, he felt his cheeks heat up as the phrase Little Prince found it's way to the front of his thoughts. He'd never felt that way about being addressed as royalty before. It had always felt like a charade, a costume, like he wasnt really a monarch, but when Logan said it. . .

"Oh cut it out! Hes probably just like ever other man you've met, big sleazy and flirtatious, you're no prince. You're a fool." Roman glared at himself in the mirror and snarled the words, quietly enough that he hoped Remus wouldnt hear him.

He had more nightmares than ever that night, yet somehow they were never able to finish. At the last second a knight on a horse would charge at whatever Roman seemed to be afraid of, and the nightmare would end. He never saw the knight's face, but he remembered the crest on his horse's armor, a dove, with blue and red cloth in its mouth. Roman snatched his journal off of his nightstand, quickly sketching it down to save for later. He wasnt about to let a knight in shining armor slip out of his grasp, especially not now.

The real problem was waiting for him in the morning, The Butterfly Lounge had been shut down by who ever had attacked, which meant Roman had to find a new contract. He decided to meet up with his former boss to discuss the terms of his last, only to receive news that made his skin crawl.

"It says it right here in the fine print, in the event something happens to the lounge or you need to find new work, I chose your new place of employment," the grin on his ex-employer's face was akin to that of a crocodile about to take a bite out of an unsuspecting deer.

"But- that cant be legal! I mean- if I dont work for you anymore then that contract should no longer be valid!" Roman's hands were shaking, he grabbed onto the bottom of his chair in an attempt to steady them.

"Oh relax Roman, The Andromeda Quarter isnt that bad of a club, they'd love you there," the smile widened, Roman felt sick to his stomach.

"Y-yes sir," Roman said, he felt like throwing up as he walked out of the building.

The Andromeda Quarter was one of the most elite sections of the town, men in suites with women trailing behind them like lost dogs, prices so high it was a surprise that they didnt fly at this point. This was his parents favorite place before they moved, everyone there knew him, knew his talents and his family and had more expectations for him than the rest of the city. He had promised himself as a kid that he'd never live or work there as long as he could help it, but he supposed he'd have to add that to the long list of broken promise's hanging over his head like a cloud of acid rain.

Roman didnt talk to anyone when he got home, he merely changed into a pale red shirt with a crown on the top corner and a long white skirt, throwing a white jacket over the top of it before slipping on some heels. His feet ached with each move, but he tolerated it, he had to make a good impression.

As soon as he entered the building his nose was hit with the scent of all manner of alcoholic beverages, the aura of drunkenness carried throughout the whole bar.

It didnt get any better when he walked backstage. The man that greeted him had two barely dressed girls sitting on each side of his chair, his face was dressed with the same self-entitled smile ever member of the quarter wore.

"Roman, lovely to finally see you," he said, his voice dripping with feigned sweetness.

"Good afternoon," Roman said, setting himself down into a chair.

"Now, I suppose you already know who I am," said the man.

"Doyle Andromeda, great great grandson of the founder of the Andromeda Quarter," Roman said quietly.

"Good, and I of course know who you are, your voice is recognized throughout the country," Mr. Andromeda said, brushing back a lock of brown hair.

"Now, there is of course, the contract," he continued, pushing a piece of paper toward him. Roman scanned the paper, looking through every line for some chance of escape, finding nothing but paragraphs of descriptions on just how little of his voice mind and body was really going to be his. He bit back tears as he signed the paper, and swallowed the sobs rising in his throat as he left the meeting. His life was going to be over the next day, he just knew it.

A few blocks closer to home he ran into someone, instinctively throwing his hands up to block his face.

"Roman?. . ." Roman froze at the sound of Logan's voice. He felt his hands shaking as Logan took them in his own and lowered them, letting go to brush Roman's hair back and hold his face.

"I-I-" Roman was trying to will himself to run, to listen to his brother and get away before he got hurt again, but his heart was telling him to let Logan hold him, to melt into his touch until the rest of the world disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

"Oh my poor little prince, you look so distressed, what went wrong? Do you need something to drink perhaps?" Roman let himself go numb in Logan's arms, tears spilling out of his eyes.

"I promised I wouldnt go back, I promised and a broke it and now I'm stuck and I dont know what they're going to do to me now that they have me," Logan's jacket smelled like lavender and fresh grass, Roman committed that to memory, he was going to buy air freshener with it later if he had to.

"Go back where? Dont cry dont cry, I'll protect you, I'll keep you safe little prince I promise you," Logan ran his fingers through Roman's hair as he cried, his voice full of worry.

"Th-the Andromeda Quarter, to many people know me there, to many people that dont care, that think I'm just a pretty voice and a pretty face with not a brain or a heart in my body," Roman said with a choked cry.

"Shshshsh- it's alright, it'll be alright, I'll fix this, I'll fix it," said Logan. He held Roman in his arms all the way back to Roman's house, knocking on the door twice.

Remus' face fell almost as soon as he opened it.

"Roman!" Roman let out a slight whine as he was pulled away from Logan, grasping at his hands in a desperate attempt to stay close.

"What did you do to him!" Remus said, there was a slight hint of fear in his eyes as he looked at Roman's small form curled up in the corner of the room.

"Please I didnt mean to intrude- i found him walking home- he looked upset," Logan said, all to calmly for someone facing a man who could make an axe murderer look sane.

"Why is he upset then?" Remus said, digging his nails into the doorframe.

"Hes been transferred to the Andromeda Quarter, and I'm going to fix it for him," Logan said, still unnaturally calm.

"He what." Remus rushed over to Roman's side, allowing Logan to slip into the house and stand next to them. Within seconds Roman was latched to his side, head buried in the crook of his neck.

"Roman how did this happen?" Logan held one hand up, wrapping the other around Roman's waist.

"Let's let him adjust to it, he's clearly distressed, if you'd like I can go out and get something to help him," Logan said. Remus looked at him for a few seconds before finally nodding.

"Anything that helps my brother,"

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[sammysnaughtygirl]

the way you treat me

Fandom: Walker (TV 2021)Rating"R Warnings:adult content Characters: Cordell Walker (Walker TV 2021), Grace& Emily Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Walker Bingo, Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Shameless Smut, Crossover Pairings, - Fantasy Summary: cordwell walker uses blackmail against rival Grace

Square Filled"blackmail,Angst cordell walker ,had had a bad day at work ,his face was smeared with redness as he had just bumped into an old friend and found out that she too was now a texas ranger and he couldnt understand what she was up to why she had joined the force why she had come back to town without informing him if made him fume with anger ,G race was cordy,s longtime friend but before she had left town without letting him know she was leaving they had become more than friends so he thought now he just didnt want to see her at all.his mind wondering what had sent her packing had also wanted to know what had brought her home cordell was so upset he just starting throwing things around the room shattering glass and smashing holes into the walls with his fist he was now in a new relationship with emily but if knew if he spent even just one moment with Grace he wouldnt be able to control himself because he knew deep down in his heart he wasnt over her so he made up his mind he just had to prepare himself for their reunion ,Emily had to be first he had to make himself keep her the focus of his agenda but he felt he knew it was gonna take all the power he had to do this. he snatched open the fridge and grabbed a beer before plopping into the chair in front of the tv he drank serval before heading off to bed his dreams were covered with images of Grace dancing thru out the night when he awoke he dressed in a hurry and dashed out for the office praying he was early enough that he wouldnt run into her as cordell was reaching for his assignment the door flung open and in a instant Grace came gliding thru it as if she hadnt a care in the world not even taking notice of cordell standing there glaring at her Grace stumbled into the bosses office and drapped herself in the seat asking what she needed to do for the day,she was handed an assignment the boss making it clear that she need to take charge and get to work immeditaly so she ripped the paper in half and stuck in her pocket ,out the door she went with no hesitation not looking to see her new partner might be as she reached the patrol car cordy stood beside the passenger side door with anger in his eyes omg Grace plurred out not you ,well im not happy about this either cordell shouted back to her its not my cup of tea to have to see you again. me, Grace was stung with his words why are you so mad at me ,cordell couldnt believe she would even ask him such a thing you left not explaining to me why or if you,d come back how was i to know you couldnt handle things what Grace asked she started to laugh at his gesture which made him grow angerier ,Grace could see hurt in him im sorry for not talking to you before i just took off but i didnt know how to deal with what was happening not just between us i had alot going on,so why didnt you come & tell me this did it make it better to shut me out to take the high road and just leave me in the dark? no it wasnt fair for me to leave without explaining to you why i had to im listening cordell said ,we cant do this now she told him we have work to do,oh i get it the old dodge the question routine, no it will just have to wait Grace said work has to come first sure cordell agreed as they both jumped into the patrol car this isnt uncormfortable at all Grace said cordell sneered at her without saying a word back the day grew long but they stayed silent after all they both were just not ready for real talk soon the day had come to end and they parted ways waiting for the right time to open the wounds she had left behind Grace didnt know exactly how much hurt she had caused. the next day she hoped things would look clearer but cordell wasnt going to make it easy for her he wanted answers he pulled her aside after arriving at work the next day ,we have to have to talk about it he said fine Grace followed him into

breakroom i need to know why you left he asked she looked at him her eyes were filled with tears i had to she told him but why ,why i dont understand he looked confused Grace nodded her head i know you dont ,Emily found out and she threatened you what,no way not possible cordell said she threatened me how ? she threatened to have your job she knew how much you meant to me still do actually ,stop it cordell pleaded i dont trust you anymore fine Grace told him ask her yourself she was afraid of the time we were spending togather she knew you had fallen for me too thats why she did it,she wanted to tear us apart and it looks like it worked your the one who walked away not me i would have never left you .i need to talk to Emily still dont believe me huH? cordell turned his back and walked out of the room,he stormed out of the building pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed Emilys she picked up after just two rings hello ,Emily i need to see you now can you meet me at the square in an hour sure babe she told him what,s up nothing i just need to see you its important ok ill be there see ya soon bye she said,cordell got into his pickup truck and drove to the square where he waited for Emily to show up he sat in the middle of the square at a table directly facing the road so he could see her before she seen him ,the minutes went by quickly and before he knew it she was pulling into a parking spot he watched her as got out and started to walk over to his table he stood up as she approached him and he kissed the side of her check whats up anything wrong she asked him ,cordell shook his head you tell me he said why did you threaten Grace & me it was blackmail you know that right wait stop she nodded i can explain ,explain what how you took her away from me how this was all your fault?thats not what i meant Emily spoke i need to let you know why i did it i love you,no you just wanted what you couldnt have isnt that right you knew i loved her ,you knew how i felt about her and you didnt say a thing ,you probally knew she loved me as well is that why you did it ? i didnt mean to you didnt mean to what hurt me how did you think i was gonna react did you think i was gonna just fall into bed with you was that it ,Emily grabbed his hand i love you not her,cordell slowly removed her hand from his im sorry i dont feel the same yes you do i know you do she started to become violent and adutanted no i dont cordell tried to be calm with her as she was going off on him he decided it was time to just walk away as she tried holding on to him .you cant just walk away she cried as cordell fled,Grace was alone back at her moms old place and cordell knew he would find her there so he wasted no time after his meeting with Emily he knew now what had happened so he was headed to comfront her once again ,when he reached the porch of her house he started to feel those old feelings surface as he knocked on the door Grace peaked out to see who it was can i come in he asked sure she lead him inside i talked to Emily really Grace said howd that go i know what you told me was true i was just mad and hurt im sorry for the things i said to you apology accepted ,she told him he stood there learing at her what whats wrong she asked how could do that to me ,cordell i told you no i mean really how could you just walk away knowing how i felt about you i didnt want to cause trouble for you i wasnt sure if you felt the way i did ,so i just gave in to her demands it was easier than being rejected by you ,how can you say that you know id never reject you,he took a step foward and placed his hands around to cradle her face im in love with you how could you not see that he leaned down and softly kissed her pink lips she could feel her body clinging to his every word i want to be with you not Emily .Grace was so excited she threw her arms around him and squezed him so tight as if she never wanted to let go the tension was mounting the heat from his touch made her dizzy,maybe we should move this to your bedroom cordell implied catching her breath yes maybe we

should he scoped Grace up his his arms and carried her to the bedroom bringing the door shut with his foot he dropped her on the bed gently and drapped himself over the top of her and leaned in glancing her over before brushing a kiss against her lips ,standing to his feet he lifted Grace and slowly undressed her his hands once again found her mouth tracing the outline of her lips with his fingertips ,moving back on the bed cordell slide his hands down her body tracing her outline it made Grace tingle with every touch the two conitnued on to make sweet love and ended the night falling asleep moments later being at peace with one another embracing their newfound love .Grace dreamed that night the most beautiful dream ever .the way you treat me its the most beautiful thing i could ever imagine she had found what she was searching for cordell .

[kibybun]

Hanahaki disease au

Tw: Gore, angst, yandere, obsession, stalking, murder

(Hanahaki disease is when you fall in love and they dont love you back your lungs start to fill with flowers. As your lungs fill up you cough up flowers and there is a small chance that flowers will grow from your skin. The flower depends on what flower the other person likes most. The Hanahaki disease often is fatal but can be reversed by a surgery. The surgery removes the flowers but remove the feeling and memories you have of that person. If you didnt know I hope that helped!)

Enjoy!

🥀Keigo's favorite flower is gardenias. Your favorite flower is sunflowers.

🥀You work part time at a flower shop, the other half of the time you work as a gardener.

🥀Keigo was fighting a rather strong villain when he crashed into the rather small flower shop. He layed there in pain as you stand there in tears seeing all your beautifully grown plants crushed.

🥀The villain was captured so Keigo was allowed to lay there for a few moments longer. As he tried to move his wings, he cries out in pain. Almost every feather has thorns and glass stuck through them.

🥀You spend the next two to three hours picking thorns and glass from his wings in tears. He just destroyed all your lovely flowers! You didnt own the place but now you were a job short due to it having to be rebuilt. He showers you in apologies, genuinely remorseful for destroying the place by mistake.

🥀He offers to pay for all of it but you decline. The owner hated taking hand outs. But you did accept his purchase. He buys a bundle of gardenias. You give him a sunflower for being so apologetic.

🥀That's when he started falling head over heels for you. Watching how you take such care of your flowers, how kind you were to all customers, and how beautiful you were. Much more beautiful than any gardenia could ever be.

🥀He often stopped but the newly repaired flower shop, sometimes buying flowers other times just hanging with you. He started his own garden too! Only to realize it looked like a tornado hit it and asked if you could help him out. You did but for a price of course. He then proceeded to book you every Wednesday to tend to his garden.

🥀After a month or so of getting to know you and fall deeper and deeper in love with you, he confesses. His works shatters as you reject him. He was the number 2. hero in japan, let alone your boss. He sends you home for the day and cries as he coughs up sunflower petals.

🥀Over time the petals turn to flowers and the flowers dont go unnoticed be the public. Many speculate but deep down you knew it was you. You quite your job with him and tried to find someone to help take your mind off of him. He doesnt like this.

🥀You'd meet someone, talk, and go out for a date. It'd end great and the next day their body would be found mutilated and covered with sunflowers. You knew who it was but no one would believe you.

🥀Everyday you'd wake up with a bouquet of sunflowers and gardenias on the pillow next to you, on your window sile, nightstand, or on your table as decor. You dont like sunflowers that much anymore.

🥀You go to visit Keigo, to beg him to stop, but when you arrive at his home the sight terrifies you. The beautiful garden you worked so hard to make was uprooted and in utter decay. There were bloody paintings if flowers painted on the walls and a trail of blood tainted sunflowers and gardenias leading the way inside. He expected you.

🥀As you enter his house you see him waiting in a chair close to the front door, twirling a blood soaked sunflower in his hand. His wings were no longer strong and beautiful but frail and dull. His eyes were much more hollow and hurt. His face was blood stained with sunflowers tearing through his skin. I shattered your heart knowing it was you who, single handed, brought the downfall of the number 2. hero.

🥀As you try to talk to him he refuses to listen. He corners you and refuses to let you leave. He cries, pleading you to stay and love him with blood falling from his lips and splattering on your face.

Nsfw warning

🥀He wanted you so desperately, so strongly. He couldn't wait any longer.

🥀He pins you down takes you.

🥀As he strips himself and you get to see how much more damage you caused. He had stopped eating. His skin clung to his bones with sunflowers poking through his ribs.

🥀You weep not just from him forcing himself in and out of you but for how much of a monster you felt like.

🥀After that he wouldnt let you leave. You were trapped. You knew it wasnt going to be for that long but you dont know how much longer you can handle the guilt.

Thank you so much for reading, have an amazing day!

Kiby~💚

[exchonoir]

Wouldnt call it a mistake (p.2)

It was silent for a second, as if the small child wasn’t entirely aware of what was going on. You could have waited until a better time, probably not bedtime but you knew it was finally time to tell everyone the truth. Mason put his hand on your shoulder, signaling to be put down and so you did just that. There was a split second of worry as you watched your son walk up to Gibbs, no words were said between and yet Gibbs picked him up.

“Mason stared at him for a second, but you weren’t quite sure if he was actually thinking about what was said or if he was just looking at his dad. It was a moment you wanted to mentally capture, your son and Gibbs, it was something you wanted for years. “He got you some gifts love, but those will have to wait until morning. You should have been asleep minutes ago.” You spoke, slightly disturbing their little moment.

Gibbs nodded towards him before tilting his head toward the stairs, a silent way of asking if he could take him to bed, and you nodded. Watching them head up stairs warmed your heart, maybe it was the fact that your boss was letting his walls down and being a father. For the first time in five years you felt like things were falling into place, and you had both of your boys together. You weren’t sure what could go wrong, but you can make it through it

....

Maybe you couldn’t, it’s been two months since your son and Gibbs had officially meet, things were going strong and Gibbs had you both move in with him. The only problem is that all of his ex’s wanted to get into your head. Twice a week, at different times, they would ‘magically’ find you out, and make sure you know that Gibbs was only around because you had a son together. It was a nightmare, you tried not to let it show that it was bothering you but that doesn’t mean it didn’t cling onto your bones.

It was starting to take a toll on whatever you were with Gibbs, you became distant and when you were on a case or just in the office you tried not to be in his presence. You didn’t want to become attached to a man who could toss you out once your kid turns 18, deep down you knew he wouldn’t but that didn’t stop the negative thoughts. Of course Gibbs picked up on the change, he would try to give you small gifts, bring you coffee for when you come in, offer to take Mason out so that you can have time to yourself but you turned everything down. Gibbs was at a standstill, for the first time in a very long time he thought he was sharing a connection with someone and now that someone was shutting him out, he was going to put a stop to it.

He had it all planned, he left work early to grab things for a family dinner, he picked up Mason from your mothers, and he even went as far as getting you fresh flowers. Any night that Gibbs willingly took time away from his boat meant something important was happening, and he was honestly hoping it would fix whatever changed. Even though he knew later on it would come back to bite him, he enlisted the help of Tony to keep you busy until everything was ready, but Tony can only keep you from your son for an hour at most.

By the time you reached home, you were exhausted and slightly concerned because the lights where off but the house smelt like food. “Mason? Jethro?” You calmed out while slipping your shoes off and placing your hand on your gun. Not getting a response didn’t help your fear, until Mason let out a small laugh and you heard a Gibbs sigh out, “it was supposed to be a surprise kid.” The lights came on, and there were your two boys all dressed up and standing in front of the table. “Made dinner momma.” Mason said before rushing over to you. While ruffling his hair you took a moment to look at the table, they had made your favorite, the fancy plates were placed nicely, a bottle of wine, flowers, and cookies.

“What’s the occasion boys, you make me feel underdressed.” Mason led you to the table, and held your hand while you sat down. “Well, we just thought you might like to relax and eat something other than fish fingers and nuggets.” Gibbs said before helping you son into his seat and sitting down. Dinner went smoothly, Mason talked all about his new friends and games they played, and before you knew it Mason was being tucked into bed. “We need to talk, (y/n)”

Those few words made everything crash in your mind, you knew it was going to happen but why now. You nodded before tilting your head to the room that you had been occupying, you didn’t want your son to hear what was going to happen. Taking a deep breath you sat down on your bed and patted the spot next to you. “Lately you’ve seemed to be in your own little world and i wanted to know if maybe I did something to upset you.” Gibbs spoke first while turning to look at you. It was quiet for a second while you gathered your thoughts before his hand touched yours and the dam broke.

You couldn’t remember the last time you fully let yourself cry, and now here you were finally allowing yourself to be human. Gibbs didn’t say anything, he just wrapped his arms around you while you cried. “ I know it’s pathetic to listen to people, but maybe they’re right. Maybe this is all just too good to be true and maybe I’m just believing a lie, why do you even want me around?” You glanced up at him after your spoke, you sounded broken. There was a sigh before a hand wiped your tears. “I want you around because I like you, and I want you and our son to be close at all times. If you let me, I’d like to be in your life for however long I can be. I never want you guys to feel like I don’t care about you both because i need you both.” That was all he said before shifting on the bed, putting you into a laying position. It took a minute for it all to process, and you wanted to believe everything he said, but both of you knew it would require work and lots of communication which is clearly something you both have to work on.

“I just, I know i shouldn’t listen to your exes but sometimes I’m scared that you’re going to go off and when you come back you’re not going to want me around. You’re so good with Mas, and i don’t want him to know pain.” You’d finally gotten it off your chest and you hope he’d understand. “I’ll take care of them, and I’ll make it known that i want both you and mason in my life.” His voice was much louder from the position.

No words were said after you both spoke, just silence and maybe it’s because you didn’t know how to respond. You interlocked your fingers with his and placed your head on his chest, five years ago you would have never imagined this would have come from a drunk night with your boss. Your thoughts were still messy, and there were going to be doubts but for right now you wanted to be at peace and you wanted to be closer to the one giving you comfort.

In the morning once you get into work, you noticed everyone standing around before overhearing that Gibbs had called his exes to come over. You pushed your way to your seat and before you know it, lips were on yours. “Aw boss how come we don’t get to have PDA with (Y/N).” Tony, of course Tony would be the one to say it. Once Gibbs felt he’d made his point he pulled away and smacked the back of Tony’s head, “she’s not your girlfriend.”

[kiwilana]

cw// toxic rei

The first time Rei sees him is when shes 14. Her parents had been invited to a dinner by their boss, and at the dinner had been several other families. Including the Todorokis. They were the only other family to have a child. Their son was big.

Broad shoulders and well muscled. The prettiest eyes she's ever seen. His voice was deep and kind and his hair as fiery as his quirk. He was amazing. She could feel her cheeks heat whenever he so much as glanced her way. It was surprisingly easy to engage him in conversation.

She learned so much about him. His name was Enji, he attended UA, he was going to be the top hero in Japan. And he had a boyfriend. The last part was said in confidence,  after the two of them hid away, sipping at a bottle of stolen sake while the adults conversed.

He'd confessed to her with rosy cheeks and a shy smile that hed asked out an upperclassman he admired. A handsome man with a sweet smile who was so kind to Enji. Whispered the sweetest things to him and made Enji so so happy. Rei did her best to be excited and happy for him.

Really she did! Even if all she really wanted to do was cry because of course this perfect man would never be interested in her. But.. But at least she could foster a friendship with him, and she did.

They exchanged numbers at the end of the party, their parents watching the interaction with questions in their eyes. Her parents question her about it later, and she tells them part of the truth. That shed fallen in love at first sight, even though Enji was not yet interested.

She told them she planned to foster a friendship with him first, and hopefully let it bloom into romance. She made no mention of the fact he was in a relationship. Or that his partner was a man. She'd fix it soon enough. They had doubt in their eyes but wished her luck.

Their friendship blossomed. The fact Rei was one of the only people who knew of Enjis relationship and orientation certainly helped. He came to her all the time, to gush about his boyfriend or complain.

Even if she hated his boyfriend, she was so thankful it made them close. Because of it, she was the one Enji went to at the end of his first year, tears in his eyes as he told her they'd broken up. That his ex was going to America to further his hero training.

That he told Enji itd be best if they broke things off here, so they could concentrate on their own paths. Rei was the one to hold and comfort Enji as he sobbed heartbroken. It just made them closer in the end.

She comforts him through it all. Spends time with him, drags him out when he gets too deep into studies or training. She takes care of him. She can hear the whispers behind them, people questioning if they're dating. And it makes her so pleased.

Rei becomes the person Enji turns to. For advice or comfort or even just silent companionship. Shes the one who holds him when he turns up at her room at 3 in the morning, face a mess of tears as he shows her the article showing his ex kissing his sidekick in America.

She holds Enji as he shakes in her arms, silently so happy to be the one he comes to. Rei silently thanks the other man for being so callous, otherwise who knows if shed ever get this kind of relationship with her Enji? Shes Enjis friend. His confidant, his advisor.

His everything. Shes the one he turns to when his ex returns years later. So angry and full of pain, she holds him time and time again as sobs about how much his ex has changed, and how he still loves him so so much. How he wishes he could just forget him.

Rei is the one he takes with him to the parties, to hero functions and his family's own galas. The media speculates and everyone watches them. They're called the Perfect couple. Neither of them bother to correct anyone.

When Enji comes to her, confessing quietly that his parents want them to marry, Rei puts her hand on his, marveling briefly at the difference in their size, before telling him she will. He tries to argue with her, saying she should marry someone she loves. She let's him rant.

Before calmly explaining to him, that shes his best friend and she loves him, and this way he wouldnt be forced into soemthing be hates. He weeps at her words, holding her cold hands between his, thanking her over and over again. If only he knew how much she was rejoicing.

Finally, years of hard work were paying off. Enji was going to be hers. Their wedding was traditional and beautiful. Anyone who was anyone turned up. Including Enjis ex. She never felt more pleasure than that moment, seeing the jealously burn in bright blue eyes.

They're wedding night is sweet. They huddle together on the couch watching movies. Enji keeps thanking her for sacrificing herself like this for him. Such a sweet man. If only he knew the truth. If only he knew the love that burned at her insides.

Rei was the one to broach the topic of children with him. Claimed both their parents were asking when they could expect their first grandchild and what they should do about it. Enji ever the dutiful man, joins her in bed that night, and every night after until shes pregnant .

So sweet, so unaware that with this pregnancy,  hes tying himself more and more to her. Tangling himself further into her web. Becoming solely hers. He loves their baby, their sweet Touya. Hes such a good father and husband, constantly worrying after the both of them.

He barely even argues when years later Rei suggests they have another child. And another. And another. Shell keep her Enji tied to her forever. Hold him in her arms and love him like he deserves. Sometimes she can feel a burning stare on her back, and she'll turn and look.

Meeting bright blue eyes with her own gaze, staring them down as he gazes at them, at the happy family they make. As he thinks about all he lost. And Rei smiles, so wide and full of teeth until he flinches and looks away. She should thank him hoenstly.

If All Might hadn't let go of Enji all those years ago, she might've never been able to sink her claws into him. Shes really grateful. After all, hes the cause of the beautiful family she has now.

[dadzawa-adopt-dabi]

Learn some dam self care Keigo.

Dabi has noticed Keigo getting tired.

"What's the matter? Don't they don't give you Heroes breaks?" He mocks to cover up the sliver of concern.

"Not me." Is the short and bitter response. Its genuine for once.

Dabi puts off the next meeting for a few days to try and give him a break. Spying and working double shifts nearly everyday is obviously leaving the Hero with little time to rest. He’s not worried, really he isn’t, but Keigo may have stumbled a few times last meeting. He caught himself and didn't appear drunk wich leaves exhaustion.

When he messages the hero again it's just to tell him the next meeting time and location. Hopefully the dumb bird has rested up and they can get back to exchanging information.

Dabi ends up running a little late again. Toga wouldn't leave him alone about meeting Hawks and he had to shake her loose before he came to see him.

Keigo is curled into the corner of a sofa and is folded into his wings when Dabi walks into the warehouse.

"No greeting birdy? And after i let you have time off" Dabi notices that Keigo actually dosnt look much better than he had a couple days ago. He makes a note to check social media and see if Hawks had been pulling double shifts the entire time.

"It's fucking cold. Let's just get on with this." Keigo grumbles from inside the cocoon of his wings. He sits himself up straighter but keeps his wings around himself as a makeshift blanket.

It's about 20 minutes into the conversation before Keigo stops talking midsentence. A few moments later he falls forward and Dabi rushes to catch him.

That's it. Its officially intervention time. Keigo is obviously being overworked. He had stopped talking at several points in the meeting, loosing his train of thought or dozing off before jolting himself awake. He's looked him up on his phone while Keigo was struggling to stay awake and Keigo hasn't had a night or day off in weeks. Its past a burnout pace.

So it's not a complete surprise when he finally gives up and falls asleep.

Dabi calls Kuroguri and tells him to pick him up and prepare for a guest as Keigo struggles to wake up again. Keigo is mumbling at him and trying to stand but stumbling, so Dabi walks him straight back into the opening warp gate.

"Your meeting the boss. Oh and I'm kidnapping you until further notice." Dabi casually states and follows after him to see Shigaraki steadying him on the otherside. He had on his gloves he usually used for gaming and was scowling at Dabi already. Kuroguri had warped them right into the living room.

This is going to cause shenanigans and Shig knows it.

"Is he drunk? He can't even stand. What are you doing bringing him here right now?" Shigaraki let Keigo go when he tried to jerk out of his hold.

"I- I'm too- I can't, Dabi?" Keigo mumbled and moves toward Dabi.

"It's fine Keigo. Shig is just concerned. It's fine he's got his gloves on." Dabi muttered to the tired bird and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Is he drunk or what?" Shigaraki hovered nearby.

"Remember how I was saying the Hero commission was pushing him too hard? He's not drunk, just sleep deprived and exhausted. So I kidnapped him"

Shigaraki scratched at his neck.

"Is he always like this? Is there anyone coming to look after him?"

"Not as far as I know. Hey Magne can you start a bath? He's pretty cold." Dabi started leading Keigo down the hallway.

Toga appeared at his elbow and got a good look at Keigo.

"He can use one of my bath bombs. He looks like he needs some self care."

" You can lecture him on self care when he wakes up later." He continued supporting Keigo and was guiding him down the hall to the bath.

" Can you make sure he stays upright in the bath?" Shigaraki asked Shuichi in the corner.

Shuichi hoped up passing his game to Shig to save for him.

"I can bath myself." Keigo insisted and pulled away from Dabi. Waking up a little bit more. He stumbled again and leaned against the wall.

"This really isn't necessary, I appreciate it, but this happens all the time."

Shuichi grabbed his hands and pulled him upright causing a glove to slip off.

"Shouldn't happen at all" muttered a concered Kuroguri from the kitchen as Shuichi made a choked sound.

Keigo snatched his glove back and shoved it on.

"Fuck that's gotta hurt dude, no need to hide those here. I've got mine long. No one cares if I cut them or not bro" Spinner spread his hands out to show Keigo the talons Magne and Toga had painted just a few days ago.

He took Keigo's other hand and tugged off the glove. Keigo's nails revealed as talons clipped short and frayed.

"Dabi can keep watch." Keigo muttered. If this was going to be how he met the rest of the LoV it was better the devil he knew with him while he was vunerable.

Dabi wheezed behind him and coughed to clear his chest.

"Not a good idea" he coughed out.

"No he can not. He would be useless" Shig said while trying not to laugh.

"The hell you all standing around talking for? Let's get bird boi bathed changed and in bed. Not Dabi's bed. They're still not at that point evidently" Magne stated.

"I'm not a child. And I have patrol in 3 hours. I can't just skip." Keigo followed anyways. Sleep sounded so nice and technically he was still spying while he was here.

"Stage one kidnapping and get Kuroguri on a soapbox for Hero treatment and schedules. Got it." Sako grinned.

"You better give me that soapbox. First Shouta now this young man. I've got quite a bit to say to society on how much they demand from heros." Kuroguri appeared to be writing a speech already.

"I'm here so how are you going to fake a kidnapping?" Keigo was really getting tempted by the idea of that rest. Why the hell was the LoV so nice? Maybe if he asked Dabi would dry his feathers off for him?

Too nice. All this sounded too good to be true.

"Magicians never reveal there secrets"

"Wouldnt you like to know feather boi?" Toga cackled as she reappeared with gold and pink bathbombs.

"Keep your secrets then. Also thank you Toga I've been wanting to try these." Fuck it Keigo decided. He was tired and could spy properly when he more rested. This was somehow nothing what he expected the LoV to be and everything Dabi had implied they were for him.

"We are talking about whatever the hell these guys think is going on when I wake up" Keigo took the bathbombs and followed after Shuichi. Only bumping into the wall a few times.

Keigo only nodded off in the bath once and Shuichi threw a rubber duck at him when he did.

"What else does the Hero concil have you hide?" Shuichi asked trying to keep Keigo talking and awake.

"Um I have a 3rd eyelid my visor obscures? My talons are actually my fault at this point. I have to regularly clean and straighten my feathers or use them all up. They are a lot of maintenance but most of its second nature at this point." Keigo stuttered in some parts.

"Eye markings?" That's something Shuichi was actually curious about.

"Not makeup. Most people just assume its eyeliner but I was born with them." Keigo finished rinsing out his hair and held out a hand for a towel.

"Cool. Dabi thought so but I totally thought it was eyeliner."

"How often does Dabi talk about me?" Keigo shrugged into some sweats and a shirt that had a deep v already cut for his wings. That was thoughtful.

"He talks about you a lot."

"Does he like me or something? Do you think he would mind helping me dry out my wings? I dont want to annoy him" Keigo went to leave.

"How are both of you this clueless? You are literally wearing his sweats. Yes he would help you with your wings. we all would if he would challenge us to a pvp for the honor." Shuichi facepalmed.

"They kinda suck though, and make people uncomfortable. My feathers are basically a bunch of knives. Maybe Toga wouldnt mind? She likes knives" He muttered and shuffled towards the room he came into. There had been a couch and he could always use his wings as a blanket. Wet or not he would pass out almost immediately.

"I've never seen Toga and Dabi fight yet and I am not eager to see it now." Shuichi nudged him towards a diffrent room.

"Your rooms over here."

"I have a room?" It was probably because he was so tired but Keigo started crying. They were so nice to him already.

"DABI, your bird is crying. Come fix him." Shuichi yelled towards the main room.

There was some cussing heard and a few seconds later Dabi was beside him.

"Why you crying pretty bird?"

"I'm mostly just tired but you guys have been so nice! I have a own room already and you kidnapped me and my shirt has holes cut and no one minds my talons." Keigo babbles and leans forward until his head is resting on Dabi's shoulder.

"Well yeah, as soon as I started talking about you seriously joining us Shig set you up a room. The sweats and sleep and acceptance is just basic decency. Let's get you in bed." Dabi led him in the rest of the way.

"Wait can you dry my wings? They're wet and gross and Spinner said you wouldn't mind? I promise they won't cut you." Keigo muttered. Dabi would probably say no but he was too tired to detach them all and spin them around until they dried.

"Sure. Go to sleep already birdy."

Keigo finally got to sleep knowing it would be for more than a couple hours. Dabi running his heated hands through his wings was definitely something he was going to ask for again.

Fuck the commission he was staying here. Maybe Toga could give him a face mask next time.