#So I sneered back at them and they looked away 💙

[stuckinapril]

if u need a confidence boost literally just walk somewhere in kitten heels with ur music on full blast

[macbethsymphony]

I know you said you have a hard time writing him, but can I request something with Sanji? I really love your enemies to lovers dynamic in your Zoro fic, so maybe something like that? Can you make it spicy too? just something short pretty please!

(No stress if you don't want to)

-💙

Anon!!! Now I don't know if I made this man justice! I'm sorry it took so long! I really tried my best!! I got a little carried away, so this isn't really something short anymore... BUT I hope you'll like it 💕 I'm also tired and didn't proofread this as much as I should have!

I Hate Flirts

Sanji x Female Reader

wc: 2.6k

warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, enemies to lovers, smut, oral, p in v sex

To say your first impression of the cook, as you first joined the Straw Hat Pirates, was bad was one hell of an understatement. You weren’t a fan of pretty boys, and most of all, you weren’t a fan of flirts. 

Hell, you hated flirts.

When Luffy had introduced you to the crew, you’d tried to put on your best smile. Everyone seemed nice enough—Zoro, with his comfortable demeanor; Nami, who welcomed you with a knowing smile; Usopp and Chopper, who were immediately friendly. 

And then there was Sanji.

He’d approached you with that cheeky smile, a bouquet of flowers seemingly conjured out of thin air. “For the beautiful new member of our crew,” he’d said, taking your hand and kissing it with far too much charm.

You’d yanked your hand back, not being able to keep the sneer breaking on your lips at the gesture. “Don’t do that,” you snapped almost immediately.

It’d been entirely reactionary and the guilt you felt at the hurt in his eyes only served to widen the rift you’d created.

Sanji’s grin had faltered, just for a moment, before he replaced it with an exaggerated bow. “As you wish, mademoiselle. But my admiration knows no bounds.”

Your eyes narrowed at his answer. Something about it irked you beyond comprehension.

From that moment on, it was war. Sanji flirted relentlessly, his attempts becoming more and more ridiculous as he tried to win you over. You, in turn, shot him down at every opportunity, sometimes with a sharp retort, most of the time with a well-placed punch to the shoulder.

Despite the ongoing one-sided battle, you couldn’t deny that Sanji excelled in many places. He fought well and in the boredom of the endless sea, the meals he prepared were a highlight of your day. After all, you most definitely had a taste for the finer things in life.

As his cooking slowly broke away your apprehension towards him, you started to grudgingly admire his dedication to his craft. There was something about the way he moved in the kitchen, all precision and passion, that you couldn’t help but respect… Not that you’d ever admit that to him.

The rest of the crew found your dynamic endlessly entertaining. Nami would give you knowing looks, Zoro would snicker behind his sake, and Luffy, bless his heart, was just happy to have another person on board.

Despite everything, you had to admit the cook had his moments.

You weren’t sure what had taken you over but one extremely boring afternoon, your feet mindlessly brought you to the kitchen. Just as expected Sanji was there, elbow deep in preparations.

You leaned against the doorframe, quietly observing as he twirled the knife in his hands, as he chopped at a speed that was lightning-fast. “Need any help?” The words left your mouth before your mind could register them.

Sanji looked up, surprise clear on his features but a certain pleased glimmer filled his eyes. “A lady—“ he started to protest, the words dying on his lips as he saw your expression start to shift. “I-I’d love the help,” he muttered uncertainly instead.

You stepped into the kitchen, rolling up your sleeves as you moved to stand beside him. The countertop was cluttered with various ingredients, a testament to the elaborate meal he was undoubtedly preparing.

“What can I do?” you asked, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

Sanji handed you a knife and a cutting board. “Can you, uh, chop these vegetables? Uniform pieces, please.”

You took the knife from him, noting the gentle brush of his fingers against yours. Ignoring the slight warmth that spread through you, you focused on the task at hand. As you worked, the kitchen filled with the rhythmic sound of chopping, accompanied by the occasional clatter of pots and pans.

“Not bad,” Sanji commented, peeking at your progress. “You’ve got a good hand for this.”

“Surprised?” you shot back with a coy smirk, your tone teasing.

He laughed. “Maybe a little. You never struck me as the domestic type.”

You couldn’t help the soft chuckles that passed your lips. “I’m not,” you admitted. “But I have picked up a few skills along the way.” Your gaze was distant for a moment. “There’s nothing like good food and an excellent bottle of wine.” You punctuated your statement with a fancy twirl of your knife.

“Good wine, huh?” He said, curiosity piqued. 

“Oh the things I would do for a good Cabernet and dark chocolate,” you mused dreamily.

Sanji’s eyes lit up. “A fellow connoisseur? Now that’s something I didn’t expect!” He set down his own knife and looked at you with genuine interest. “What’s your favorite dish to pair with a good wine?”

You paused, contemplating your answer. “I’d say a rich beef bourguignon. The deep, savory flavors work perfectly with a full-bodied red.”

Sanji’s smile grew wider, an expression of pure delight. “You have excellent taste,” he said, clearly impressed. “How about you help me make that tonight? I’ve got some top-quality beef in the pantry.”

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise. “You want to make bourguignon? Right now? What about all this?” You gestured at what you’d been chopping.

“Why not?” he replied, enthusiasm shining in his eyes. “It’s a perfect way to spend a boring afternoon, don’t you think? The prep can serve for tomorrow.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his infectious excitement. “Alright, let’s do it.”

For the next few hours, the two of you worked side by side, prepping ingredients and discussing various cooking techniques. Sanji’s knowledge of culinary arts was vast, and you found yourself genuinely enjoying his company. He was patient, guiding you through the more intricate parts of the recipe without a hint of condescension.

As the bourguignon simmered on the stove, filling the kitchen with a mouthwatering aroma, Sanji uncorked a bottle of red wine. “Here,” he said, pouring you a glass. “A little something to pass the time while we wait.”

You took the glass, savoring the rich, velvety flavor of the wine. “This is amazing,” you admitted, glancing at him. “Where did you get it?”

“A gift from a grateful villager,” he replied with a wink. “I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And making beef bourguignon with me counts as a special occasion?”

Sanji’s expression softened, a hint of sincerity shining through his usual flirtatious demeanor. “Every moment with you is special.”

You rolled your eyes, but this time, it was more out of habit than annoyance. “If you think this is getting you into my pants, think again,” you admonished though your tone remained playful.

He blushed and sputtered, choking on his sip of wine. 

Cute.

You smiled as you looked at him. It was the first time you’d seen this side of Sanji – the side that wasn’t really trying to win you over with charm and gifts, but simply being kind. You really looked at him for the first time. Maybe there was more to Sanji than the flirtatious exterior. Maybe, just maybe, he was worth getting to know beyond the playful banter.

As the weeks flowed, your dynamic shifted. Sanji’s flirtations became less over-the-top, more sincere. He still never missed an opportunity, but there was a gentleness to it now, a hint of genuine affection. And damn it, you found yourself responding in kind.

You weren’t sure when exactly it happened, but one day, you caught yourself laughing at one of his ridiculous flirting attempts. It was a real, deep and true laughter, the sound surprising both of you. Sanji’s eyes widened, a slow smile spreading across his face.

From that moment on, he craved to hear the cheerful din of your laughter again and again, especially when it was only for him.

One evening, as you mindlessly sipped a Cabernet with dark chocolate, you looked at him differently. As he hummed to himself, washing the dishes, you found yourself thinking this was nice. 

“You know, Sanji,” you started, munching on chocolate. “I think I wouldn’t mind it if you tried to get into my pants.”

Sanji nearly dropped the plate he was washing, turning to face you with wide eyes and a face quickly turning as red as the wine you were sipping. “W-What?” he stammered, clearly caught off guard.

You took another sip of your wine, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “You heard me,” you said casually, savoring the rich liquid. “I think I wouldn’t mind it. If you tried, that is.”

Sanji blinked, his usual suave demeanor momentarily replaced with genuine surprise and nervousness. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again, seemingly at a loss for words.

You chuckled softly, enjoying his flustered state. “Cat got your tongue, cook?”

You got up, slowly making your way to him. Your fingers traced his jaw as you looked at him through your lashes. “Unless I’m mistaken and you’re not interested. That’s fine too, I guess.”

Sanji swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously under your touch. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “No, no, you’re not mistaken,” he said, his voice a little shaky but sincere. “I’ve just… I’ve...”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Well then, in that case, you could kiss me,” you suggested, your voice soft and inviting.

Sanji’s eyes searched yours for a moment, as if making sure he wasn’t dreaming. Then, with a deep breath, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. The kiss was slow and sweet, filled with the promise of more to come.

Promises you didn’t want to wait for. 

You softly bit at his lower lip, asking for more. Sanji’s hesitation melted away as he responded to your encouragement, deepening the kiss with newfound confidence, His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as your lips moved in sync. His tongue met yours in a careful dance, the taste of chocolate, wine, and cigarettes mingling between you.

Time seemed to slow as you lost yourself in the moment, the gentle sway of the ship only adding to the intoxicating feeling. Your fists bunched in his shirt, then his hair, desire clear in the desperation of your movements. He stumbled forward, pinning you to the counter, your back arched and you wished you could melt into him more than physically possible. 

You pulled away slightly, breathless and dizzy with lust. “Does the door have a lock?” you asked breath hot against his. 

Sanji’s breath was ragged as he struggled to form coherent thoughts. He looked towards the kitchen door, then back at you, eyes dark with desire. “Yes,” he murmured, his voice husky. “It does.”

You grinned, biting your lip. “Good,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear as you did so. “Lock the door for me, pretty boy?”

The click of the lock seemed to break the last of Sanji’s restraint. He captured your lips again, this time with more urgency, his hands roaming your body with a newfound boldness. His touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire in your core.

You tugged at his shirt, impatiently pulling it free from his pants, your fingers tracing the hard lines of his abdomen. Sanji’s breath hitched at the contact, his hands moving to unbutton your own clothing with equal fervor. 

As your garments fell to the floor in a haphazard pile, Sanji lifted you onto the counter, the cold surface a stark contrast to the heat of your skin. He paused for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of you, a reverent expression on his face. You moved to remove your black lacy underwear but his hand stopped you.

“I want you to keep it on,” he breathed, his voice filled with genuine awe. “You’re a vision.”

Your eyebrow arched but still you blushed at his words and you most definitely didn’t let them slow you down. “Show me how much,” you challenged, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you.

Sanji didn’t need to be told twice. His lips traveled from your mouth to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle nips that had you gasping for breath. His hands were everywhere, exploring, caressing, driving you wild with want.

As he trailed down your abdomen he dropped down to his knees, hands going around your thighs and dragging you to the edge. He looked up at you, veneration in his eyes. “Can I taste you?” He almost begged. 

You took your time to answer him, reveling in the sight. Your hand lazily cupped his cheek, tangled in his hair. “Yes.” Your whisper was almost lost against the sound of waves crashing against the hull.

His tongue met already dripping black lace. He lapped and sucked with adoration and the muted feeling of ecstasy threatened to send you over the edge again and again. Until your thighs shook and you were reduced to a babbling mess, begging for his tongue against your flesh. 

When he at long last dragged the ruined piece of cloth down your legs and his tongue finally met your slick with worship, his name flowed across your lips like a prayer. The waves of pleasure that washed over you were overwhelming and as orgasm after orgasm flowed through you he didn’t relent, drinking you in with a fervor born of reverence. You could feel your arousal drip down your trembling thighs, down his chin, the moans that escaped you as you implored him to stop obscene. 

When you collapsed in exhaustion and your shrieks born of overstimulation became soft sobs and whimpers he finally backed off. Gently, he guided you lower, a hand behind your head as he lay you down against the cool granite of the counter. 

His lips found yours in a soft kiss, allowing your mind to slowly come back to reality. His tongue danced with yours with careful consideration, the taste of your slick flooding your mouth. “I want to feel you around me, I want to feel your warmth, I want to…” he pleaded against your lips.

“Sanji, please,” you whispered, your voice laced with need.

Forehead to forehead Sanji’s eyes met yours, his gaze blown with lust. “Anything for you, my love” he promised, his hands unsteady as he positioned himself.

He slowly slid in, both of you moaning, your breaths mingling in want. You mewled, your head falling back as Sanji began to move, each thrust a symphony of pleasure that built and built until you thought you might shatter from the sheer intensity of it.

Sanji’s rhythm was desperate, his movements ragged and teetering as he brought you higher and higher.  Your name fell from his lips in a litany of praise and need, each syllable driving him to push you further.

As the tension within you reached a fever pitch, you clung to him, your nails digging into his back as you rode the waves of ecstasy that crashed over you. Sanji followed soon after, hips stuttering, hot seed mingling with your slick as it slowly overflowed and dripped down unto the counter.

For a moment, the world was nothing but the sound of your ragged breaths, the steady beat of your hearts, and the gentle sway of the ship. You clung to each other, lost in the afterglow, the reality of what had just happened slowly sinking in.

You were the first to break the silence, your voice raspy and filled with a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion. “Sanji, that was incredible,” you chuckled. “I don't think I can stand.”

His laughter mingled with yours, a rich, heartfelt sound that filled the room. Your heart filled with contentment. The moment was perfect, a blend of intimacy and joy that neither of you would ever let go of.

Masterlist

[crappymixtape]

because of you • part two

PART I • PART III • PART VI • PART V • EPILOGUE // REQ -> @sattlersquarry ❝ an enemies to lovers fic with Steve? 💙 maybe they have to put aside their differences to fight upside down stuff and realize they actually have a lot in common 👀 • 18+  | ( 3.3k – little bit of king!steve, mostly angst with a dash of fluff, enemies to idiots in love, steve x reader )

B E C A U S E O F Y O U • P A R T T W O 🎶 theatre, etta marcus

❝ IS IT EASIER WHEN YOU DON’T HAVE TO START AGAIN? WHEN YOU DON’T WANNA MAKE AMENDS? ❞

‘Stealing a Winnebago’ had been easier than you’d assumed, but the getaway execution went exactly like you thought it would. Absolute disorganized chaos and the way Steve peeled out of the trailer park dumped you into Robin’s lap for the first mile. Made you even more skeptical of whatever half-assed plan these people had frankensteined together and now? You found yourself browsing the clothing section of The War Zone.

What in the hell were they thinking coming here anyway? From Eddie’s retelling of what happened under Lover’s Lake it sounded like not one of them knew anything about hand-to-hand combat, let alone guns. Couldn’t even land a punch, but thought they could handle this? Walls of rifles on display, rounders full of bulletproof gear and cases upon cases of bullets and god, you wanted to leave.

“Hey,” Nancy’s voice pulled your attention away from the tactical vests you were staring at, her eyes wide and earnest as she looked over at you. “If I go over to the counter, you gonna be okay?”

“Oh, totally,” you lied. “Yeah, was gonna go look over here anyway,” and you thumbed over your shoulder at more vests.

“Okay, good.”

She gave you a small Nancy-Wheeler-smile and left you there alone in a sea of camouflage. In the middle of a store you’d never have set foot in before all this and making you second guess yourself. Second guess what was seemingly more and more a stupid decision to go along with all of this and you huffed a sigh in frustration.

“Should’ve stayed in the trailer,” you grumbled under your breath, fighting the urge to just walk out, but apparently you weren’t the only one wandering around all the puke green clothing.

“Huh, didn’t know you had good ideas.”

The sound of Steve’s voice made your hands ball into fists, nails pressing half moons into your palms.

“Do you ever have anything nice to say?” you sneered and he had the audacity to be so causal. Didn’t even look up from the tactical vests he was flipping through and tossed one into his cart.

“Not to you I don’t.”

Anger rose in your chest like a pot boiling over, so hot it made your cheeks burn as you glowered over at him.

“What’s your problem?”

“Don’t have one.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yep,” and still he didn’t look at you. Picked a bomber jacket off the rack and piled it on top of his vest and it was the last straw.

Stalking over to his side of the rounder you got right up in his face, dug a finger into his chest and said, “Liar.”

His eyes flickered at your accusation, sardonic smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as he looked down at you and warned, “Don’t say things you can’t prove, Princess.” And he leaned into your finger. Waited for you to fold. Tsked at your attitude and the sound of it triggered a memory so strong you felt like you’d been sucker punched.

Your second ever interaction with Steve Harrington happened the week before summer break.

You heard it while you were walking back to school from grabbing lunch at the diner. A high, sharp whistle followed by car horn and then—

“Owwww, damn baby!”

And you recognized the voice right away.

Tommy Hagan. Leaning out the passenger window of Steve’s BMW. Wolf-whistling at you and being a dick and you tried to ignore them, but then they were pulling up next to you and slowing way down.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Tommy purred at your back, your mouth twisting into a scowl at the sound of Eddie’s nickname on his tongue. “You need a rid–” he started to ask, but his question cut short when you turned around.

Mouth dropped open in shock for a split second as he realized who you were, Tommy quickly recovered and started to laugh. That obnoxious, hyena-like laugh that made you want to punch him and he smiled and whistled again.

“Shit, Stevie! Who knew the freak had an ass on her!”

“You kiss Carol with that mouth, Tommy?” you shot back, Steve stifling a snicker from the driver’s seat.

“Bet you could do for a kiss, baby,” Tommy tsked, pouted his lips at you and grinned, “Always so damn sour.”

“Yeah? Wanna find out why?” you threatened and it made Tommy grin even wider. Shark-like. Predatory.

“Park it, Stevie,” Tommy didn’t bother looking at his friend, eyes locked on you as he opened the passenger door and jumped out of the car while it was still moving. Walked right up and crowded over you, eyes narrowing as he leaned in, “And what if I do?”

Your stomach lurched, heart leaping into your throat as you stood your ground. You didn’t think he’d take the bait, but you also didn’t shy away. God, you wished Eddie was there. Tilting your chin up in defiance you glared him down.

“Tommy, c’mon man. Just leave it,” you heard Steve’s voice from over Tommy’s shoulder, tinged at the edges with desperation as he ran up on the two of you, but Tommy couldn’t have cared less.

“Well? What’re you gonna do about it, toots?” Tommy pushed again, toes of his shoes knocking against yours as he stepped even closer, towering over you and it hit you like a ton of bricks how in over your head you were.

“Tommy, just leave–”

“I didn’t ask you, Harrington!” Tommy snapped and you took the opportunity.

Grabbing a fistful of his shirt in your hands, you yanked Tommy down into you and drove your knee into his crotch as hard as you could.

“Oh, fuuuuck,” he choked out, folded in half and hands covering his junk as he dry heaved and you took a big step back.

“Coward,” you turned and hurled the word at Steve and watched it land heavy as his face shifted. Brows pinching together and mouth dropped open, but nothing came out as he struggled to say those two little words. I’m sorry. To tell you he wasn’t like his friend, but his silence betrayed him.

“You bitch,” Tommy grunted at you as he tried to straighten up, one hand still over his crotch.

“Don’t move! I’ll–I’ll get you expelled!” you threatened and it made him laugh. A mean, mirthless thing.

“No fuckin’ way. My mom’s on the school board, who’s gonna take your side?”

And you looked back at Steve for a split second, silently asking him to step in and do something, but he stood frozen in place. Still unable to go against his ‘best friend’ and what little belief you had left in him was shattered.

You were done with Steve Harrington.

Shaking your head, you fought back the tears burning at the corners of your eyes and ran up the path to the cafeteria doors. Disappeared behind them with a loud, metallic slam! and left Steve alone to drown in the deafening silence.

Don’t say things you can’t prove, Princess.

It was like no time had passed, like you were still there in that parking lot with Tommy towering over you and tsking at you just like Steve was doing now, but this time you didn't run away.

“Don’t call me that!” you shoved at his chest and he stumbled back a step.

“Don’t call me a liar!”

“All you do is lie, Harrington! Your entire life was built on lies,” you could see his pulse fluttering against his neck. Watched his jaw tick as he clenched down on the words he wanted so badly to throw at you, but you didn’t give him a chance. “Why are you even here? You don’t give a shit about Eddie. You don’t give a shit about anyone, you’re–”

“Enough!” you flinched as his shout drew the attention of a couple older guys looking at the hunting gear. “You don’t know anything about me, okay? Not a god damn thing,” and the second part was quieter, but they way he held your gaze after punctuated it heavy.

He turned away from you, hastily pushing his cart back toward the cashier counter and walked out the double doors, but you weren’t about to let him have the last word.

“Hey, I’m not done!” you shouted after him across the parking lot. Sharp and biting and it made him spin back around, arms flung out at his sides in exasperation.

“Oh, yeah? Fine. What else you got?”

“Well, for one, I’m not going to sit here while you lord around like King Steve. This isn’t high school. No one here gives a shit about any of that.”

He squeezed his eyes shut at his old nickname. Sucked in a breath and let it out slow to try and steady himself.

“I’m not like that anymore.”

“Seriously? Do you hear yourself? You’ve been a dick to me since I set foot in Max’s trailer! And honestly? I’m not surprised! You think I don’t remember all the shit you put me through, put us through in school?” you shot back and he opened his eyes to glare over at you.

“Like I said, Princess–”

“I said don’t call me that!”

“–you don’t have any idea what this is. What we’re up against. None. You’re in over your head.”

“Okay? And what, I’m supposed to sit here on my hands and say, ‘It’s fine! Steve Harrington and all his little friends will fix this’?? You’re out of your mind!”

“And you think you can?” he shot back and your heart rate thrummed heavy in your ears.

“You know, Eddie says he trusts you now, but hell if I will. No fucking way,” and as you turned and cut past him back to the Winnebago he had to jog to keep up.

“Hey! Eddie almost killed me! With a fucking beer bottle!”

You huffed a laugh and kept walking, shaking your head at the accusation and incredulous at the lengths he was going to prove his point.

“Why should I believe you?” you called over your shoulder, “You’re probably just gunning for a headline: Steve Harrington, Hero of Hawkins!”

“Headline?? I–are you kidding me? You think I’d do all this for a headline??”

And finally you stopped at the bottom step of the Winnebago and Steve seized his chance.

“You really think I’m that superficial?” he shot at your back, but you didn’t turn around. Didn’t even acknowledge him and he spent what little patience he had left. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”

But you were already gone. Frozen in place with the world growing dark. Tree line ahead of you blurring. Unfocused and liquid like water and the ground swam under you as a voice echoed in your mind.

I see you.

The sound of Steve still talking behind you turned to fuzz, crackled like radio static and faded away into ear-splitting silence. Deafening and swallowing you whole and then you felt it. The ground falling out from underneath you and you were drowning in the dark and the voice that echoed in your mind pulled you even deeper.

Resisting will only make it worse.

❝ AND I NEVER HAD A TASTE FOR LIARS OR THE UNIQUELY UNINSPIRED ‘CAUSE I DON’T NEED TO BE DESIRED ❞

Steve glared daggers at your back. Anger hot and fuming and fueled by the fact that you had the nerve to ignore him and god, he wanted to prove you wrong.

“Are you trying to piss me off? Cos its work–” but the words died in his throat as he came around to face you. “Oh. Oh, shit,” with a quick glance over your shoulder he saw everyone else finally coming out of the store and he didn’t wait to call for help.

“Munson!! Eddie!” Steve yelled over your shoulder at your best friend before grabbing your shoulders in his hands and squeezed at them. Leaned down to try and meet your unfocused, far away gaze and when none of it worked he felt his chest grow tight.

Not again.

“Hey, hey! Look at me!" panic clawed its way up his throat as he shook your shoulders, "Stay with me! Munson–hurry up!”

Your eyes were glazed over, tears gathering at the corners as your whole body started to tremble. Breathing stuttered and caught in your throat. Lips parted and trying to pull air in, but it wasn’t enough and Steve felt his hand twitch. Wanted to press it to your cheek to try and ground you, reach you and bring you back, but then Eddie was finally at your side and shoving Steve out of the way.

“Sweetheart! Can you hear me? Shit, shit, shit. What happened?? Honey? Look at me!” Eddie cradled your face in his hands. Did what Steve couldn’t. Voice ratcheted up, his usual low timbre a high pitched thing driven by fear and hearing it doused any remaining anger that had settled into Steve’s chest and replaced it with something else.

With helplessness. Regret. Remorse.

With the slow realization that everything he’d just said to you wasn’t worth it. Remembered how Nancy had yelled at him, just like you, outside of the gym. You’re bullshit! And his throat squeezed with guilt for messing it all up again because he was bullshit. He was a liar and you were right. Had he learned nothing?

He looked at you, your face contorted with fear, and he felt something new flicker within him. A feeling blooming at the pit of his stomach. One he was so certain couldn’t possibly exist when it came to you, but as he stood there watching Eddie try to shake you back from the dark he wasn’t so sure anymore.

“Steve, help me!” tears cut down Eddie’s cheeks as he called to him and pulled him hurtling back to Earth. Desperate. Pleading. Begging him to do something and it shook Steve back into action.

Heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline coursed through Steve's body and fought off the fear that had threatened to trap him in choke hold.

“Max, gimme your Walkman!” he shouted over your shoulder.

The rest of the group had started running back to the Winnebago as soon as they’d heard yelling and when Steve asked for the cassette player, Max knew time was running out.

“Shit,” she hissed under her breath and broke into a sprint, scrambling to untangle the headphones from around her neck as she hurried to get to you. “Here! It’s still Kate Bush, is that–”

“Doesn’t matter–Munson get these on, hurry!” Steve, snatched the Walkman from Max and crammed it into Eddie’s outstretched hands.

“Please, please, please,” fell from Eddie’s lips, desperate, praying that this would work as he fitted the headphones on and pressed them against your ears, “Please.”

Blinking heavy, you strained your eyes against the black. Against the suffocating dark you suddenly found yourself in. The stand of vivid, green ash trees lining the parking lot replaced by gnarled branches, dark and leafless. Bright yellow buttercups snuffed out by thick, wet vines that snaked their way across the ground under your feet.

You weren’t in the parking lot of the War Zone anymore, not really, and as you breathed in the sickly, ashen air your heart stopped in your chest.

The Upside Down.

“Eddie? Eddie!” you shouted into the dark, red lightening cracking the sky in two, and when no one answered you knew you were utterly alone.

Panic gripped you like a vice as you thought of Chrissy. Of Fred and Patrick and dread filled your stomach. Utter hopelessness and grief and when you whipped around to run you felt something tangle around your leg. Wrapping up, up, up and pulling you down, down, down.

You braced for it, ready to break your fall with your hands, but you never hit and instead found yourself lifting into the air. Unhinged laughter filling your ears as more vines snaked around your arms and legs and you swore you were going to be sick.

It was

Him.

“Why isn’t it working?? God dammit, work!” Eddie was yelling at the Walkman, his composure unravelling as Chrissy’s last moments flooded his mind. “Is she gonna die? She can’t die!” he pleaded and his voice cracked, a sob caught in his throat, “Please don’t let her die!”

“Hey hey, hey! Get a hold of yourself. That’s not gonna happen, okay? It’s gonna work,” Steve gripped Eddie’s shoulders, looked him in the eye and tried to reassure him, but when he glanced over at you he knew he couldn’t make that promise. “Please work,” he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Where are you going? You can’t leave. Not yet.

Vecna’s voice was everywhere. Flooding every part of you and you feared you would never feel joy again. Would never escape this. Would be stuck here forever screaming into the void, hanging on Vecna’s every whim.

I would like very much to show you where I’m going. Please, take a seat.

And the vines yanked you down, squeezed tight around your wrists and legs and held you fast against the ground, rocks digging painfully into your back.

“Please, let me go!” you pleaded into the dark. “Please, I–” but your mouth went dry as a shadowy figure appeared through the ash. Coming closer and closer in the dark with each heavy step and when it finally stopped, feet at your head, your blood ran cold.

Wet, sinewy skin. Muscles exposed and stretched taut. Eyes that pierced your mind and knew every single one your thoughts. Knew all the dark things spiraling there and made them worse. Clawed at you with spindly, protruding hands and long, dagger-like claws and suffocated you with the smell of something rotten.

Of decay.

Of death.

Reaching a hand down, Vecna held it over your face, inches away from touching you as you struggled against your restraints, but they constricted tighter with your every move.

“Please,” you were crying openly now, tears cutting paths through the ash that had settled on your cheeks, but he ignored you.

I want you to tell your friends, I want you to tell them everything you see. Everything I show you.

“No, please!”

Tell them!

“No, I can’t–”

Tell them everything!

And then your head felt like was being cleaved in two. White hot light fracturing the black sky into thick shards and your screams were the only thing you could hear as Vecna pried open your mind and poured into you his vision for the future...

Hawkins in ruin.

Four gashes in the earth. Cavernous. Hot and angry and full of fire.

Your family. Lying scattered across your lawn. Motionless and still and limbs bent wrong.

Tell them!

Your friends hanging in the air just like Chrissy, Fred, Patrick.

Eyes empty, slack-jawed and lifeless, bones snapped like twigs.

Tell them!

Eddie and Robin and Nancy and Steve and–

“NO!” you screamed, the sound pulled painfully from your lungs as you felt your legs give way and collapsed into yourself.

“Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa–”

Steve scrambled to grab hold of your shoulder and barely caught you before your bare knees hit the pavement.

You heard birds chirping. Sunlight filtering through the backs of your eyelids as you kept them squeezed shut, but the air was clean. Smelled fresh and as you slowly opened your eyes you realized you weren’t choking on ash anymore.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Steve was still holding onto you, your hands pressed into his thighs as you braced yourself, the feeling of nausea overwhelming.

“I saw him,” you whispered, only Steve could hear you and you started to cry.

“Him?” Steve asked unnecessarily, glancing up at Eddie. Hoping, no praying, if he asked maybe you’d give a different answer. One that wouldn’t involve death and the end of the world and everything hinging on this stupid fucking plan, but he knew.

Everyone knew.

Eyes glued on their feet. Arms folded over their chests and uneasy with the weight that had settled over the group.

“Vecna.”

[ NOTE: THIS IS PART TWO OF A – POSSIBLY – FIVE PART SERIES, PART FOUR AND FIVE TO COME SOON ]

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✨ His only exception - Pt. 18/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Something that could count as rape, Smut, Language, kinda cheating, dominant Ben, Ben being Ben - WELL, HE´S A WARNING HIMSELF

Word Count: 6158

A/N: This is part 18 of “His only exeption”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

As the rest of the team returned home, Annie took it upon herself to search for you, knocking softly on Ben's door.

"Hey, have you seen (Y/N)?", she called out, her voice muffled through the wooden door. "I've been looking for her everywhere".

Ben's annoyed groan reverberated through the room as he responded to Annie's inquiry. "Fuck off, she's sleeping", he barked, his voice louder than intended, causing you to shift slightly in his arms.

Annie frowned at his curt response, concern evident in her voice. "Is everything okay in there?", she asked, her tone tinged with worry.

Ben sighed, his irritation palpable as he gently brushed your hair to soothe you back to sleep. "She's fine, just exhausted", he muttered, his voice low and gruff. "Now, if you don't mind, I suggest you fucking leave before I tear you apart".

Annie recoiled slightly at his threat, but she knew better than to push further. She backed away from the door, leaving you and Ben in peace.

Ben stubbed out his joint, his movements careful as he stood up with you cradled in his arms. With a soft grunt, he made his way over to his bed, settling you down gently on the mattress before tucking the blankets around you snugly.

Ben pulled on just some sweatpants before heading out to the kitchen, leaving you sleeping peacefully in his room. In the hallway, he found Annie and Hughie, who had been eagerly awaiting his return.

“What?”, Ben snapped, his tone dripping with irritation as he glared at them.

Annie raised an eyebrow at his hostility. “Just checking on (Y/N)”, she replied calmly. “We heard some commotion earlier”.

Ben scoffed, his lips twisting into a sneer. “She’s fine”, he retorted dismissively. “Now get out of my sight before I decide to do something you’ll regret”.

Hughie exchanged a worried glance with Annie, sensing the tension in the air. “We just wanted to make sure everything’s okay”, he added, his voice hesitant.

Ben’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “I said she’s fine”, he growled, his patience wearing thin.

Annie couldn't help but match Ben's attitude with her own. "Geez, Ben, no need to be such a grump", she retorted. "We're just trying to make sure our friend is okay. If that's too much for you to handle, maybe you should take a chill pill".

Ben's jaw clenched at her sass, but before he could respond, Hughie stepped in, trying to diffuse the tension. "Come on, Annie, let's give him some space", he suggested. "We'll check in with (Y/N) later".

With that, Annie and Hughie turned around, leaving Ben alone with his thoughts and his simmering anger.

Ben grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen before retreating back to his bedroom. He took a seat in his chair, propped his feet up on his desk, and started to drink, his gaze fixed on your small, naked body sleeping peacefully on his bed, wrapped in his sheets.

As he watched you, a mixture of emotions flooded through him—anger, desire, protectiveness. He took a swig of whiskey, the burn of alcohol easing the tension in his muscles as he tried to make sense of his conflicting feelings.

Despite his gruff exterior, deep down, Ben couldn't deny the sense of warmth that washed over him as he watched you sleep. You may drive him crazy at times, but there was something about the sight of you, vulnerable and innocent in slumber, that stirred something inside him.

He took another sip of whiskey, the amber liquid warming him from the inside out as he allowed himself a rare moment of quiet reflection, his eyes never leaving your form as you slept soundly in his bed.

As you stirred awake, a cold shiver ran down your spine, pulling you out of your slumber. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you rubbed your eyes and glanced around the room, feeling the chill of the air against your naked skin. The blanket that had once covered you was now barely clinging to your body, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

Your gaze fell upon Ben, who sat in his chair with a nearly empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. His eyes were fixed on you, his expression unreadable as he watched you stir.

A sense of unease washed over you as you realized you were practically naked in front of him, your body exposed to his intense scrutiny. You quickly reached for the blanket, pulling it up to cover yourself as best as you could, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping into your cheeks.

"Ben?", you called out softly, your voice tinged with uncertainty as you met his gaze.

"Mhmm?", Ben mumbled, tearing his gaze away from your body to meet your eyes.

You sat up slightly, your movements slow and labored, exhaustion evident in every line of your body. With a voice barely above a whisper, you spoke, your words barely audible due to the soreness in your throat.

"Why are you still awake?", you asked.

Ben's jaw clenched slightly as he regarded you, his expression unreadable. "Couldn't sleep", he grumbled, his tone gruff.

You bit your lip, a nervous habit in the presence of his intense gaze. "Come to bed, Ben", you whispered.

But he shook his head, his jaw still tight. "I'll stay here", he replied curtly, his voice betraying none of the emotions swirling inside him.

You sighed softly, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling in your bones as you stood up slowly, the blanket still draped around you. With determined steps, you made your way over to where Ben sat, his eyes following your every move.

Gently, you reached out and took the bottle from his hand, placing it aside as you stood between his legs, the warmth of his body seeping into yours.

Ben's hand sneaked under the blanket, pulling it lazily aside to get a perfect view of your naked body. His eyes trailed over your skin, and he couldn't help but notice the blue bruises covering your hip bones, evidence of his roughness from earlier.

His thumb brushed over the marks as he held you by your hip, feeling the goosebumps rise on your skin. Without a word, you climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and pressed your naked breasts against his stomach as you hugged him tightly.

"I'm cold", you whispered softly, your voice barely audible as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

Ben didn't push you away, but he didn't exactly reciprocate the hug either. He tolerated your actions, his body tense beneath yours as you sought warmth in his embrace.

"You should go back to sleep", he muttered. "I'll be fine".

You sighed softly, knowing it was pointless to argue with him. You could sense the underlying turmoil within him, and you wished there was something you could do to ease his burden.

"I'm not leaving you alone", you insisted quietly, your arms still wrapped around him. "Not when you're like this".

Ben's jaw tightened at your words, but he didn't protest. He simply sat there, allowing you to hold onto him.

You chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, your radioactive chest does have its perks", you teased, a faint smile playing on your lips. "Like providing me with some much-needed warmth".

Ben huffed a small laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Guess it's good for something", he conceded.

You settled against him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you.

As you drifted back to sleep, Ben lay an arm around you, pulling the blanket over your back, his touch gentle despite the weight of his exhaustion. He let out a heavy sigh.

After a while, Ben carefully lifted you from his lap, cradling you in his arms as he carried you back to the bed. With a tenderness that belied his usual demeanor, he laid you down gently on the mattress, ensuring you were comfortable before joining you.

Curling up beside you, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest.

With a final sigh, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift into a deep and much-needed sleep, knowing that you were safe and sound by his side.

The next morning, you stirred awake to find Ben still sleeping soundly beside you. His features softened in slumber, the lines of tension from the previous night smoothed out in the light of morning.

You couldn't help but admire the peaceful expression on his face, a stark contrast to his usual hardened exterior. With a small smile, you gently brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead, watching as he shifted slightly in his sleep, but didn't wake.

You carefully slipped out of bed, pulling one of Ben's shirts over your body for modesty as you made your way out of his room, trying not to disturb his peaceful slumber. The fabric hung loose around your frame, offering a sense of comfort as you tiptoed out of the room, leaving him to rest undisturbed.

You ran into Hughie and Annie in the hallway, who seemed relieved to see you up and about.

“Hey, (Y/N), everything okay?”, Hughie asked, his tone laced with concern.

You nodded, feeling a slight tremor in your hands as you spoke. "Yeah, I'm feeling much better now", you replied, your voice still hoarse. "Ben actually took great care of me".

Annie and Hughie exchanged surprised glances, clearly not expecting to hear that. "Really?", Annie asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

You nodded again, offering them a small smile. "Yeah, really", you affirmed, hoping they would drop the subject.

As you stood there in the hallway, Annie and Hughie seemed to be processing your words, their expressions a mix of surprise and confusion.

Annie spoke up first, her tone still skeptical. "Well, I guess that's a surprise", she remarked.

Hughie nodded slowly, seeming unsure of what to make of the situation. "Yeah, I guess so", he murmured, his gaze shifting between you and Annie.

You could sense their disbelief, but you knew what had transpired between you and Ben. Despite everything, he saved you.

You shifted slightly, feeling the need to break the tension in the air. "Anyway, I think I'm going to go take a shower", you announced.

Annie nodded, her expression still wary. "Yeah, sounds like a good idea", she replied, her tone cautious.

With a nod, you headed towards the bathroom, leaving Annie and Hughie behind in the hallway.

As you stood in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on breakfast, you heard footsteps approaching from the hallway. You turned to see Ben emerging from his room, his presence immediately catching Butcher's attention.

Butcher's gaze narrowed as he watched Ben enter the kitchen, his expression unreadable.

You tried to act normal, offering a casual "Good morning, Ben", but he only grumbled in response, grabbing a pancake before retreating back to his room.

Butcher raised an eyebrow at Ben's behavior, then turned his attention to you and Annie. "What's up with him?", he asked, his tone suspicious.

You shrugged, exchanging a glance with Annie. "Who knows?", you replied, trying to brush it off. "He's probably just not a morning person".

Annie nodded in agreement, though her expression hinted at concern. "Yeah, probably", she added, though her eyes lingered on Ben's closed door.

As Butcher scrutinized Ben, he remarked, "His mood's worse than usual".

MM chimed in, "Yeah, he's always a prick, but today he's on another level".

As everyone began to eat, the conversation turned to the urgent matter at hand: finding Homelander. Ideas and strategies were tossed around the table as pancakes disappeared from the plates.

Butcher took the lead, outlining a plan that involved gathering more intel and coordinating with their allies. Hughie and Annie listened intently, offering their insights and suggestions.

As the night settled in and everyone drifted off to sleep, you found yourself unable to shake the unease that had settled over you since Ben's distant behavior earlier in the day. With a quiet resolve, you made your way to his room.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you reached his door, and you hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to knock softly, hoping he would hear you.

The door creaked open, revealing Ben standing there, his expression more annoyed than you had ever seen it. "What?", he grumbled, his tone sharp with irritation.

You swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in your throat at his harsh demeanor. "I-I just wanted to check on you", you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ben's scowl softened slightly at your words, but his irritation still lingered. "I'm fine", he muttered curtly but stepping back to let you into the room.

You hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, feeling a sense of unease settling over you in the tense atmosphere. "Are you sure?", you asked softly.

Ben's jaw clenched as he turned away from you and reached for his joint on the desk.

"I said I'm fine", he snapped and lit up the joint, inhaling deeply before exhaling a cloud of smoke.

You watched him silently, unsure of how to proceed in the face of his hostility.

Ben glanced over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing as he noticed you still standing there.

"What are you waiting for?", he sneered. "You gonna keep standing there looking stupid, or are you gonna do something useful and get naked?".

You were taken aback by his blunt request, but you tried to overplay it with a hint of sarcasm.

"Wow, Ben, you really know how to charm a girl", you muttered, your tone laced with irritation. "There are definitely more romantic ways to start this".

You tried to keep your voice steady, masking the slight hint of anger bubbling beneath the surface.

Ben chuckled, the sound low and rough. "Romantic, huh? You think I give a fuck about romance?", he retorted. "Just get on with it or get out".

You bristled at his dismissive attitude, but you knew arguing with him would only make things worse. With a resigned sigh, you began to undress, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation settling in the pit of your stomach.

As you stripped off your clothes, Ben's gaze remained fixed on you.

Once you were completely naked, you stood before him, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his gaze. "Happy now?", you muttered.

Ben's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes darkening with desire. "Ecstatic", he replied sarcastically. "Now get over here".

Reluctantly, you approached him.

Ben leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you approach. "Get on your knees", he ordered, his voice commanding.

You hesitated for a moment, your throat still sore from the previous night's rough encounter. "Ben, my throat…", you whimpered softly.

"I don't care", he replied curtly. "You wanted to be here, now do as you're told".

Reluctantly, you sank to your knees before him, feeling a sense of resignation wash over you.

As you knelt before him, Ben's expression darkened, his impatience evident as he watched you. With a rough gesture, he grabbed your hair, pulling you closer to him.

"Open your mouth", he commanded.

You complied, parting your lips to accommodate him, feeling a mixture of apprehension and resignation washing over you, as he guided himself into your mouth.

With a determined effort to ignore the pain in your throat, you began to suck him, your lips wrapping tightly around his hardness. You focused on the rhythmic movement, trying to find a rhythm that pleased him. His grip tightened on your hair, guiding your movements as he groaned softly in satisfaction.

Despite the discomfort, you did your best to pleasure him, swirling your tongue around his shaft and taking him deeper into your mouth with each stroke. You could feel him growing harder in response, his breaths becoming ragged as pleasure coursed through his body.

"Keep going", Ben instructed, his voice low and husky as he took a drag from his joint, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Don't stop".

You nodded obediently, your focus solely on pleasing him as you continued to work your mouth along his length. The smell of his smoke mixed with the scent of his arousal, filling the air around you as you lost yourself in the task at hand.

As you continued to suck him, you used your tongue to swirl around his shaft, alternating between gentle licks and more insistent strokes. You took him deep into your mouth, feeling the weight of him on your tongue as you moved back and forth.

Meanwhile, Ben leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed in bliss as he enjoyed the sensation of your mouth on him. He took another drag from his joint, the smoke curling lazily around him as he savored the sensation of your lips and tongue.

With a rough tug, Ben pulled you to your feet, his grip firm as he turned you to face his desk. As he pushed you down, your torso laying on the surface, he stubbed out the joint with a grunt.

"Enough of that", he growled. "Time for the real fun".

You braced yourself against the desk, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension coursing through you.

Ben, in no mood for gentleness, swiftly pulled down his sweatpants.

With a forceful thrust, Ben entered you roughly, causing you to yank forward and emit a sharp whine of discomfort.

"Take it", he growled.

As Ben squeezed your already bruised hips, you couldn't help but whimper again, the pain shooting through your body like a jolt of electricity.

"Fuck", he muttered, his grip tightening as he began to move with relentless force.

You bit your lip, trying to stifle another whimper, as the intensity of his thrusts sent waves of discomfort and pleasure coursing through you.

"Ben, please", you gasped, the discomfort becoming unbearable as your hipbones met the edge of the desk with each of his forceful thrusts. "Slow down".

But Ben ignored your plea, his movements growing even more aggressive as he continued to pound into you.

"Ben, I said slow down!", you exclaimed, your voice tinged with frustration and pain. "You're hurting me".

But Ben only grunted in response.

You clenched your teeth, trying to endure the discomfort as best as you could, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to bear.

"Ben, please", you pleaded, your voice cracking with emotion. "I can't take it like this. Slow down".

His grip on your hips tightened even more, and you winced at the added pressure.

But this time, your words seemed to break through his trance. He paused, his expression clouded with irritation.

"Stop whining", he snapped. "You wanted this, didn't you?".

Your heart sank at his callous words, the pain in your body matching the ache in your heart.

Using the moment of pause, you summoned all your strength to push him away, shoving him back with all your might. He stumbled backward, surprise flickering across his face as he caught sight of your teary eyes and trembling legs.

“What the fuck?”, he exclaimed, his tone incredulous as he regained his balance.

“You’re a fucking asshole, Ben!”, you snapped, your voice laced with anger and frustration.

As you quickly began to dress yourself, your hands shaking with anger and hurt, Ben followed suit.

"What's your fucking problem?", he growled, his voice dripping with irritation.

“I’m serious, Ben”, you said firmly, your voice trembling with emotion. “If I tell you to stop or to slow down, you have to listen!”.

Ben scoffed, his expression darkening with disdain. “You think you can tell me what to do?”, he retorted.

“What the hell is wrong with you today?”, you demanded, frustration boiling beneath the surface of your words.

Ben’s jaw clenched, his gaze hardening as he met your eyes. “Nothing’s wrong with me”, he snapped.

"You hurt me, Ben!", you exclaimed, your voice tinged with both anger and hurt.

Without another word, Ben stormed out of the room, leaving you standing there, feeling a mix of frustration and betrayal. After a moment of hesitation, you gathered your things and left the his room.

About an hour later, Annie knocked at your door just as you snuggled under your blanket, trying to find some comfort after the tense encounter with Ben.

"Hey, (Y/N), are you okay?", Annie's voice sounded concerned through the door.

You sighed heavily, feeling drained from the emotional rollercoaster of the day. "Yeah, I'm fine", you replied, your voice muffled by the blanket. "Just had a little disagreement with Ben, that's all".

Annie's voice was filled with sympathy. "I heard you yelling", she said softly. "Do you want to talk about it?".

You hesitated for a moment before responding. "No, it's okay", you said, your voice shivering slightly. "I just need some time alone".

Annie paused for a moment before responding. "Alright, but if you need anything, I'm here", she said reassuringly. "Take care of yourself, okay?".

As you curled up under the blanket, the events of the day replayed in your mind like a relentless loop.

Anger, frustration, and hurt swirled within you, making it difficult to find peace. Ben's dismissive attitude and rough treatment lingered in your thoughts, leaving you feeling vulnerable and betrayed.

As Ben made his way to the next strip club, his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The events of the evening with you lingered in the back of his mind, but he pushed them aside, seeking distraction in the familiar chaos of the club. The dim lights, pounding music, and scantily clad dancers provided a temporary escape from his troubles, allowing him to lose himself in the moment.

Ben settled into a plush couch in the front row, his eyes scanning the stage as the music pulsed through the club. The air was thick with anticipation, and he relished the freedom to indulge his desires without restraint. The supes on stage moved with an otherworldly grace, their movements captivating and hypnotic.

As the first dancer approached, Ben's gaze locked onto her, his jaw tensing with anticipation. Here, in the midst of the exotic and alluring, he could forget about everything else, if only for a fleeting moment.

As a girl approached him, her eyes lighting up with recognition, a sultry smile played on her lips. She moved closer, her body swaying with a mesmerizing rhythm as she leaned in towards Ben.

"Soldier Boy", she purred, her voice low and seductive. "What can I do for you tonight?".

Ben's lips curved into a smirk as he looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on her curves. "Just entertain me", he replied, his voice laced with a hint of command. "Show me what you can do".

The supe girl nodded eagerly, her movements becoming even more enticing as she danced before him, eager to please him in every way possible.

The girl moved closer to Ben, her body swaying in time with the music as she straddled his lap. Her hands traced tantalizing patterns along his chest, sending shivers down his spine as she leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear.

With practiced precision, she began to grind against him, her movements fluid and hypnotic. Each sway of her hips sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, his senses overwhelmed by the sensation of her soft skin against his.

As the music pulsed around them, the supe girl's movements grew more intense, her hands roaming boldly over his body as she pressed herself against him.

The girl leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered seductively, "You know, Soldier Boy, I can give you so much more backstage… I want you to fuck me… hard".

Her words sent a surge of desire coursing through Ben's veins as he looked into her eyes, his own dark with anticipation. "Lead the way", he growled, his voice low and husky with desire.

With a sultry smile, the supe girl took his hand and led him towards the backstage area, her hips swaying enticingly as she walked. Ben followed eagerly, his mind racing with anticipation of what was to come.

Feeling discomfort coursing through your body, you struggled to find a comfortable position in bed. With little whimpers escaping your lips, you decided to get up and make your way to the bathroom, hoping to find some relief from the pain.

Each step was a reminder of the soreness between your legs, making you wince with every movement.

Once in the bathroom, you searched for some pain relief, hoping it would ease the throbbing ache between your legs.

You rummaged through the medicine cabinet until you found a tube of soothing cream.

With careful movements, you applied the cream to your sore flesh, wincing slightly at the tender touch. The cool relief it provided was a welcome sensation. Closing your eyes, you leaned back against the bathroom counter, hoping that the cream would bring some relief and allow you to finally get some rest.

As your eyes flickered to your bruised hipbones reflected in the mirror, the sight made you wince, a fresh wave of discomfort washing over you. You couldn't help but wonder why Ben had acted the way he did, his roughness leaving both physical and emotional marks on you.

Sighing softly, you leaned closer to the mirror, studying your reflection as if searching for answers. But the reflection staring back at you offered no solace, only a silent reminder of the pain and confusion swirling inside you. Closing your eyes briefly, you pushed aside the troubling thoughts, focusing instead on the present moment and the hope that the cream would bring some relief.

As Ben was pushed lightly into the makeup room backstage, the girl's grin widened, her eyes flickering with excitement.

"You ready for some fun, Soldier Boy?", she purred.

Ben's lips curved into a smirk as he leaned closer to her, his gaze smoldering with desire. "I'm always ready", he replied, his voice thick with anticipation.

The girl wasted no time taking the lead, her movements fluid and enticing as she closed the distance between them. She pressed her body against his, the heat of her skin igniting a primal desire within him.

"You like what you see, Soldier Boy?", she teased, her hands trailing over his chest with a playful smirk.

Ben's breath hitched as he felt her touch, a low growl escaping his lips. "I like it a lot", he admitted.

With a primal growl, Ben tore away the scanty garments that barely covered the supe´s body, his desire consuming him as he pushed her roughly onto her knees. With swift movements, he stripped off his own pants and boxers, his throbbing member springing free, ready for action.

With practiced ease, the girl took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft effortlessly. Her tongue danced skillfully around him, eliciting groans of pleasure from Ben as she expertly pleasured him. Her eyes remained locked with his, a look of intense desire burning in her gaze as she worked him with expert precision.

Despite the girl's impressive skills, Ben found it difficult to shake the image of you from his mind. Groaning with frustration, he pulled her up, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he pushed her against the wall. Her ass was on full display, and she eagerly pushed her hips back, wiggling her ass enticingly as she waited for him to take her from behind.

Ben's grip tightened on her hips as he positioned himself behind her, his cock throbbing with need. With a primal growl, he thrust into her with force, causing her to gasp in pleasure.

"You like it rough, huh?", he grunted, his voice husky with desire as he pounded into her relentlessly.

She moaned in response, her hands bracing against the wall as she pushed back against him, meeting his every thrust with equal fervor.

"You're so big", she whimpered, her voice filled with ecstasy as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of him filling her completely.

Ben's movements became more aggressive, his pace quickening as he drove himself deeper into her, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room.

"You want it harder?", he growled. She nodded eagerly, her desire matching his own as she begged for more.

As the supe moaned loudly, her voice echoing like something out of a porno, Ben couldn’t help but feel annoyed by the exaggerated display. Her exaggerated noises grated on his nerves, reminding him of what he truly craved – the soft, genuine whimpers and moans that escaped your lips.

Despite her enthusiastic performance, Ben found himself longing for the raw, authentic connection he shared with you. He missed the way your body responded to his touch, the way your breath hitched and your skin flushed with desire.

Ben tried to shake off his thoughts and feelings, focusing instead on the supe beneath him. With a determined grunt, he began to fuck her harder, his movements rough and relentless as he sought to drown out the memories of you.

As he thrust into her with increasing intensity, the girl's moans grew even louder, her body trembling with pleasure. But despite his efforts to lose himself in the moment, Ben couldn't shake the nagging feeling of discontent that gnawed at him from within.

Her legs began to shake, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to keep up with his relentless pace.

"You like that, huh?", Ben grunted. "You're just a filthy little slut, aren't you?".

The supe girl moaned in response, her nails digging into the wall as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of him filling her completely.

The supe girl's pleas filled the room as she begged Ben to go harder, her voice a desperate melody of desire and ecstasy.

"You want it harder?", Ben growled, his grip on her hips tightening as he driving himself deeper into her with each powerful thrust.

With a mixture of pain and pleasure, the supe girl cried out, her body trembling with the force of his movements as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensation.

Ben grunted in frustration as he struggled to reach his peak, his movements becoming more aggressive with each passing moment. With a growl of annoyance, he resorted to using more force, his hand coming down hard on the supe girl's ass, leaving a red mark in its wake.

Despite his efforts, Ben found himself unable to release, the nagging feeling of dissatisfaction lingering in the back of his mind.

With a final grunt of effort, Ben finally reached his climax, his release spilling forth as he pulled out abruptly. Without a word, he turned the supe girl around forcefully, pushing her down to the ground.

"Take it", he growled, his voice rough with exertion as he unleashed his pent-up frustration, his hot seed splattering across her face in thick, white ropes.

The supe girl gasped as she felt the warm liquid coating her skin, her eyes wide with surprise and arousal as she looked up at Ben.

"Fuck", she breathed, a mixture of excitement and satisfaction in her voice as she licked her lips.

As Ben pulled up his jeans, his mind still swirling with thoughts of you, he couldn't help but let out a scoff of disdain.

"You're lucky I even bothered", he muttered, his tone dripping with arrogance as he looked down at the supe girl beneath him. "Most girls would kill for a chance like that".

The supe girl bristled at his words, a hint of indignation flickering in her eyes as she scrambled to her feet.

"Whatever you say, Soldier Boy", she shot back, her tone defiant as she straightened her clothes.

Ben rolled his eyes, dismissing her with a wave of his hand as he turned to leave the room.

As Ben's mind continued to revolve around you, he pushed open the door to the apartment, his steps heavy with uncertainty. Despite his anger and frustration, a part of him longed for the familiar comfort of your presence.

Quietly, he made his way towards your room, his heart pounding. He hesitated for a moment before opening the door and stepping inside, his eyes searching the room for any sign of you.

Ben's gaze softened as he spotted you curled up in the sheets, sound asleep. Relief flooded through him, momentarily easing the tension in his muscles. He stood there for a moment, watching you sleep, a mixture of emotions swirling inside him.

As Ben watched you sleep, a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions churned within him. He couldn't deny the fierce care and affection he felt for you, a feeling that surpassed anything he'd ever experienced before. Yet, at the same time, he grappled with a sense of frustration and self-doubt, unable to fully express his emotions in the way he desired.

Despite his tough exterior, deep down, Ben knew that he cared for you more than just for the physical connection you shared. It unsettled him, this vulnerability, this longing for something more meaningful than just casual encounters. In his mind, he felt like a fucking pussy for allowing himself to feel so deeply, for admitting that he wanted more than just the physical intimacy you provided.

He needed to calm down and distract himself somehow. Somehow he had to let his feelings out and he did it in his own way. In the only way he knew how. Sex. Rough sex.

With a heavy sigh, Ben turned away, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions. He knew he couldn't keep denying his true feelings for you, but the fear of vulnerability held him back, trapping him in a cycle of frustration and longing.

The next day, Hughie took charge of breakfast, bustling around the kitchen as he prepared a hearty meal for everyone. The aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee filled the air, coaxing you out of your slumber.

As you entered the kitchen, the sight of Hughie's culinary efforts brought a smile to your face. Despite the tension that had lingered in the air after last night's events, it was reassuring to see everyone coming together for a morning meal.

Butcher's gaze lingered on you as you entered the kitchen, his brow furrowing in concern. "Why are you walking so funny?", he asked, his tone laced with curiosity.

Just then, Ben joined the kitchen, his presence causing a subtle shift in the atmosphere. His eyes briefly met yours before he turned his attention to Hughie's cooking.

Ben watched you closely as you made your way to a free chair, your movements slow and deliberate. He couldn't help but notice the slight stiffness in your gait, a subtle indication of discomfort. However, you did your best to act as though everything was normal, masking any signs of pain.

Butcher grinned mischievously. "What's the matter, (Y/N)? Got a little too adventurous last night?", he teased, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

Frenchie glanced at Ben, his expression unreadable as he observed him closely.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, embarrassment flooding through you as Butcher's words hit their mark.

"Uh, no, nothing like that", you stammered, trying to play it cool despite the blush creeping across your face.

Annie's keen eyes caught the subtle tension between you and Ben as he took a seat beside you.

"So, what's the plan for today?", she asked casually, though her eyes remained fixed on the two of you.

Butcher's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, drawing everyone's attention. "Homelander is back at vought", he announced, his tone resolute.

Ben's gaze snapped up at the mention of Homelander, a glint of determination in his eyes. The memory of what Homelander did to you fueled his desire for revenge, his jaw clenching at the thought.

As thoughts of Homelander raced through your mind, your heart began to pound with a mix of fear and anger. Sensing your unease, Ben subtly reached under the table and rested his warm hand on your thigh, offering a silent reassurance without needing to exchange words.

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A/N: Well, I know it´s a lot, but please don´t hate me ._.

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Part 19

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[in-my-loki-feels]

💙 President Loki + Don

A prompt so nice, I answered it twice. <3 Second fill is under the read more. I didn't set out to have them connect, but you could read it that way.

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy

“This is everything?” Loki asked, frowning as he held up one of the many miniature bottles Don had brought home. 

“Well, not everything. It’s a pretty big store,” Don said, sitting beside him on the couch. “I got a few options since I didn’t know what you’d like.”

After sneering at Don’s beer and refusing to even consider the wine at the grocery store, Loki had demanded Don bring home something more potent for him to enjoy on the nights he was there. Don, who mostly stuck to hopps-based beverages, had made a special trip to the liquor store and brought home a variety, though he stayed away from the wildest flavors. Somehow, he couldn’t imagine Loki liking watermelon-flavored anything. 

Halfway through sampling the collection, Loki showed no sign of being affected by the amount of alcohol he’d consumed, other than a light flush in his cheeks. Don guessed it was the different physiology.

Loki snagged the sample bottle of coconut rum, twisted the top off, and downed it with the same determination Kevin and Sean used when forced to take medicine. He made a face after finishing it and threw the bottle over his shoulder. 

“Hey! You don’t have to drink it all, you know,” Don said. “I could’ve finished that.” 

“Of course you would’ve,” Loki said. “You and your horrid taste.” 

“What can I say, I like sweet things.”

Don gave him a sly grin and Loki’s eyes widened when he caught the implication. 

“How dare you! I am not sweet.”

“No, but you are very cute when you're drunk.” And he was definitely getting there, if he wasn’t tipsy already. His posture had already softened out of its usual stiff bearing, leaving him slumped into the couch. Not to mention the bottle he’d thrown. 

“I'm not drunk,” Loki said primly. “As if your Midgardian alcohol could compare to what we serve in Asgard. Now there one could have a drink worthy of a god! Golden ale, brewed to perfection. The finest mead, sweet but not overly so like these abominations.” He gestured at the collection of bottles on the coffee table. 

“Oh yeah? Tell me more.” Don smiled innocently when Loki shot him a glare. 

“Mock me if you dare.” He snatched up another and downed it before Don could warn him. “Eugh! What was that?” 

“Bailey’s,” Don said and chuckled when Loki glared at the bottle like it had caused personal offense. “I like it in coffee.” 

He was expecting the reaction this time, so when Loki’s arm came up, Don caught it, plucking the little bottle from his hand and setting it on the coffee table. 

Loki gave him a look bordering on a pout—Don waited for a lecture about grabbing him—and then his half-lidded eyes took on a calculating light.

“Come here, I need something to chase away that vile flavor.”

Don was more than willing to be pulled closer for a kiss, but his eyebrows shot up when Loki deepened it. Loki’s mouth was a nightmarish cocktail. The Bailey’s and rum were the strongest, but underneath that were hints of gin and whiskey and everything else Loki had had so far. It was very distracting, as was the hand sliding up Don's thigh. 

When their lips finally parted, Don was halfway into Loki’s lap and felt he should be tipsy himself from second-hand exposure. He sat back, watching Loki's expression turn considering.

“All better?”

“I think I need another taste,” Loki said and drew him back in.

💙 drunken kiss / tipsy

Don should've known the alcohol would be stronger on Asgard—they were gods, after all—but the ale he'd been offered had gone down so smooth, he couldn't resist drinking more. Thor didn’t help by constantly refilling his flagon. 

Flagon. That's a funny word, he thought with a giggle, followed by, Uh oh. The giggling was a bad sign, but also everything was looking a lot blurrier than it had before. Thor suddenly slapped him on the back, nearly knocking him over, and raised his flagon for another toast. Don grinned and did the same. 

When he finished his drink, the room was spinning, so Don put his head down to wait out the dizziness. 

The next thing he knew someone was yelling. 

“He’s from Midgard. Did you give any thought to that before trying to drown him in ale?”

Oh, that was Loki. 

“How were we to know it would affect him so? He showed no hesitation when accepting the drinks.”

That was also Loki. Don giggled again.

“Thing 1 and Thing 2,” he mumbled. Sean and Kevin loved Dr. Seuss. 

Silence. 

“See, he's fine.” That was Thing 2. 

“Brother,” said Thor. 

“Don’t.” Ooo, Thing 1 sounded mad. 

Don made the monumental effort to lift his head. The room was still swaying unsteadily but gradually the shape in front of him resolved into something he recognized. 

“Hiya, handsome.” He tried to reach out to touch Loki’s face and missed. He didn’t realize he’d tipped sideways until Loki caught his arm. “Wuzzat an earthquake?” 

“We’re leaving. Stand up,” Loki ordered.

Don did, or tried to. His legs didn’t seem to want to cooperate. When he said as much, Loki closed his eyes briefly. Uh oh. Someone really was mad.

“Stop. Talking,” Loki snapped and hauled Don to his feet. Don swayed before Loki wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him upright. 

Don beamed up at him. “My hero.”

A range of emotions crossed Loki’s face but Don couldn’t follow them. Someone snickered and Loki shot a glare in that direction. Don tried to twist around to look, but Loki turned him with the arm around his waist. Suddenly, their guest room was in front of them, where the rest of the dining hall should’ve been. 

“Huh,” Don said. The room spun again as he was deposited on something soft. “Bed? How’d this get here?” 

“Is every thought going to come out of your mouth, or will this stop at some point?” Loki crossed his arms and glared at him. Even irritated, he was unfairly handsome.

Loki raised an eyebrow. Oops, guess that thought escaped, too. 

Don patted the bed. “Wanna join me?”

Loki’s eyebrow crept higher so Don grinned, hoping to win him over. He felt less dizzy now that he was horizontal, but he’d feel even better if Loki kissed him. He always did. 

Loki uncrossed his arms and bent to put one hand on the bed by Don’s head, trailing the fingers of his other hand across Don’s cheek. He rounded out the touch by rubbing Don’s bottom lip with his thumb. 

“Is that so?” he murmured, then lowered himself to replace his thumb with his mouth. 

Don didn’t have that much experience, but he couldn’t remember a time kissing had felt like this, like a fire was lit the moment their lips brushed, one that only burned hotter and hotter with each nip of teeth or brush of tongue. Like he could drown in these sensations, let himself be swallowed up by the hunger that rose up in Loki whenever he got his hands on Don. A hunger only rivaled by the desperation Don felt driven to when Loki drew out their pleasure, tormenting him—

“Don.”

Don blinked his eyes open to find Loki braced over him, once again annoyed. 

“You fell asleep. While I was kissing you,” Loki said. 

“I did?” He didn’t remember that. Wouldn’t he remember that? 

Loki closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then threw himself to the side, landing on his back with enough force to jostle the mattress. Don stared at the ceiling for a moment, then rolled onto his side and felt around for something to put under his head. Now that Loki mentioned it, he was feeling sleepy.

The pillow he’d found rose and fell with a sigh. 

“I hope you have the most monumental headache come tomorrow.” 

The words vibrated through Loki’s chest up into Don’s ear, leaving him with a smile as his thoughts slipped away. 

From this ask game. Other ficlets here.

[just-another-t-word-blog]

hello!!! I saw you reblogged my sentence starter thingy and that you write for mha?? was wondering if you’d be interested in the prompt “As soon as I get out of this I hope you know I’m going to murder you.” (72) with lee!bakugo and a class 1a ler of your choosing? hope you have a wonderful day! with love, @thebest-medicine

This prompt has Bakugo written all over it. This is going to be so fun to write!

Also, I’ve followed you for like, ever, so I’m nerding out a little, not gonna lie, lmao

Thank you for the request @thebest-medicine !!

From the prompt list, #72; “As soon as I get out of this, I hope you know I’m going to murder you.”

⚠️ WARNING!!!⚠️ as usual this is a tickle fic. Don’t like don’t read. Thank you 💙

Denki, Kirishima, and Midoria stared in amusement as Bakugo struggled.

The training exercise had been called to break, the trio told to get their fourth teammate free before joining the others.

The task had been simple, teams of four had to capture the other teams flags, which were strapped to each team captains belt. They had been playing defensively, forming a circle around Bakugo (who insisted he had to be captain, since his quirk made it hard to get too close). Before each match, you went up against a different team, not knowing who you would be up against.

They had no idea Sero had snuck up on the rooftop above them, shooting tape down like a web to scoop up the explosive blonde.

So, there he hung, thrashing and getting himself more tangled. He was tilted at a 50 degree angle, the toes of his boots just barely touching the ground, with his front facing downwards and hands tied behind his back.

“Get me out of this!” He roared, pulling hard at the tape. The group snickered, his thrashing less threatening as his hands were pressed against his elbows, meaning he couldn’t set off explosions without hurting himself.

“As soon as I get out of this, I hope you know I’m going to murder you.” He growled, twisting and turning. He attempted to scrunch his chin down to bite at the strap of tape wrapped across his chest.

Midoria smiled, approaching with caution. “Okay, we’ll get you down. I promise it will be okay.” The green haired boy didn’t miss the red gracing his friends features, he was clearly embarrassed about being captured so quickly.

Bakugo sneered, forcing himself to stay still. “You think I’m worried, Deku? Do you think I’m seriously so weak I’d be upset by this?” Midoria paused, making an exasperated face. “Well, I mean, you’re not exactly being calm about this either…”

Bakugo roared again, prying his hands from his arms just barely enough to fire off a few sparks. “SHUT THE HELL UP! YOU BASTARD!”

Midoria jumped back, hands up in defense.

“Will you just let us get you down?” Kirishima chimed in. He waited for the sparks to die down before approaching and placing a friendly hand between Bakugos shoulder blades. “The longer you fight, the longer you’ll hang here.”

Bakugo paused, then hung his head, muttering, but not fighting as Kirishima began picking at the tape with his other hand. He nodded the other two over, both quickly starting to do the same.

The silence of concentration fell over the group as they worked, feeling for tape edges, carefully picking up the ends with their nails and gently peeling it away piece by piece. Bakugo still twitched occasionally, tensing and huffing.

Denki was at Bakugos left, working at layered straps along his side. He felt for the edge, finding it resting on top of his lower ribs between his back and his side. Just like before he began to scratch, trying to lift the edge.

Bakugo lurched away.

Denki stepped back, worried he scratched a bruise. Bakugo began to shout.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, idiot?? How dare you betray me while I’m trapped!!!” The three stared, confused.

“Im sorry man! Did I hurt you?” Denki asked sincerely. Bakugo, surprisingly, blushed deep red.

“You know damn well what you did! Just get me out!”

Kirishima and Midoria looked at the electric hero, watching as he started to grin.

“Ooooh, right. Sorry.” He said, still smiling. He went back to Bakugos side, acting like he was going to work more carefully.

Instead, he found a gap in the tape.

He scribbled his nails right into his exposed side.

Bakugo thrashed again, but Denki didn’t back off. The explosive blonde gasped, but otherwise remained silent. Denki snickered.

“Ah, sorry bro. Does this tickle?”

Kirishima grinned and Midorias jaw dropped.

“I totally forgot! No wonder he’s so squirmy!” The redhead laughed, approaching as well. He did start picking at the tape again, but made no attempt at being careful. Bakugos thrashing increased, strained sounds finding their way out of his clenched teeth.

“Wait, how did you…? I mean, he told you?” Midoria asked, still staring. Kirishima chuckled.

“No, he didn’t. But when you spar with someone enough you get to know their weaknesses.”

A laugh slipped out, but the rest were quickly contained. Deku stepped up, smiling softly at his friends.

“What are you looking at?!” Bakugo managed to get out, a few giggles slipping out with it.

Deku grinned.

“I would watch how you talk to me while you’re like this. We grew up together, remember?”

Bakugo paled visibly.

“Wait, that’s right!” Denki said, looking expectedly at Midoria. “You must know all the tricks!! Tell us! How do we get him really laughing?” Kirishima nodded in agreement, grinning.

“Well, once he breaks, he can’t recover. Even if you give him a break he can’t stop.” Midoria reached out, gently fluttering his fingers around Bakugos neck and ears. Bakugo snorted, shaking his head. He had a smile crawling its way across his face, nose scrunching.

“How do we get him to break?” Kirishima asked, reaching to ruffle Bakugos hair affectionately.

“You can either keep it up, play the long game, and he’ll break, or you can go for a bad spot.” Keeping one hand at Bakugos neck, Deku guided one of Kirishimas hands by the wrist down to his hip. A mischievous glint flickered in the redheads eyes.

“If you’re going to murder us when you get out of this, just make my death quick, yeah?” Kirishima said, squeezing the tissue, testing.

Bakugo squealed loudly.

Different from his usual laugh, he sounded genuinely happy. Out of control, yes, but happy. He laughed from deep in his chest, tossing his head side to side and grinning widely.

Denki reached across to have one hand on each side, scribbling with vigor, while Kirishima knelt to squeeze his hips and thighs. Midoria kept his place around his neck, shoulders, and shoulder blades.

Bakugo kept his eyes squeezed shut, feeling some relief as he let himself laugh. He tried to kick, tried to fight, but he couldn’t get away. His protests came out as incoherent babbling, laced with too many giggles to really be understood.

He could feel his heart racing, his shoulders shaking, but oddly he could feel his muscles relaxing as well. He was embarrassed, sure, but he didn’t feel unsafe. And it was nice to laugh so freely.

Not that he would tell them that.

Fuck that.

Kirishima and Denki, despite tickling intently, still picked and pulled at the tape. As Bakugo thrashed, he could feel the restraints loosening. Peeking, he could see the pile of tape getting larger on the ground around him.

Bakugo forced himself to relax, stopping his squirming and going limp. The trio stopped for a moment, worried.

“Just get me out.” He panted, still giggling. “I’ll stay still, keep going.” The three looked at each other, Deku grinning.

“Tickling also makes him very compliant. If any villains find out about this, it may be his downfall.”

The three snickered, Bakugo keeping his promise and hanging limp.

Starting again, he laughed freely and fought the urge to struggle. The faster he got out the faster this was over.

So he hung.

He giggled.

He snickered.

He cackled.

He squealed.

Then he yelped as the last piece pulled free and he dropped into Kirishimas waiting arms.

Kirishima let him lay there for a moment, holding the giggly heap of a hero. His hair was more of a mess than usual, red eyes glistening with mirthful tears, face flushed. The three smiled.

Then the blonde promptly exploded.

The three bolted, scattering in different directions as Bakugo scrambled to chase them.

“I TOLD YOU I’D MURDER YOU ASSHOLES!! COME BACK HERE AND DIE!”

[fairy-writes]

I love your writing so much and I can’t wait to request more :) please could I request dialogue prompt 4 for Akaza from Demon Slayer 💙💙

YOU SET ME FREE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Demon Slayer

Pairing(s): Akaza x Reader

Prompt: “You set me free. Now I can do the same for you.” (From The Corpse Bride) (Dialogue Prompt #4)

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Human!Reader

Notes: Literally one of my favorite movies omg

Also changing some canon events for this (spoilers for Akaza’s backstory)

TW for: 

Abuse (not by Akaza)

Brief descriptions of a panic attack

Injuries (again, not by Akaza)

3.8K OF AKAZA Y’ALL BETTER LIKE IT

This is for my 1K followers event! It’s going on between June 8th and June 22nd!

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Your wedding day was the worst day of your life. 

The day you signed away your freedom and succumbed to a life inside a cage. 

Your new husband was a monster in every sense of the word. Not in front of your parents or the public, of course. In their eyes, he was the perfect gentleman. 

Kind. (Cruel)

Loving. (Hateful)

Gentle. (Barbaric)

But at home, within the safety of the four walls you were supposed to call a refuge from the outside world, he was a demon. 

Not literally. But he might as well have been with the damage he causes to you and the house. 

“Can’t you do this any faster? I’m expecting guests.” Comes his harsh, grating voice, and you flinch, looking up at him from where you are scrubbing the floor. Your hands burned from the soap you used, and your knees ached from kneeling for so long. When he glares, you duck your head, hunching your shoulders in an attempt to appear smaller. 

“S—sorry. I’ll finish up right now.” You whisper and start scrubbing again.

Only to feel a foot dig itself into your abdomen and physically lift you a few centimeters off the floor as it dug into your ribs. You gasp and hunch over, retching at the feeling, and some bile is all that comes up. 

You hadn’t eaten yet that day.

He wouldn’t let you. 

Not until the housework was done. 

Never until the housework is done. 

“Get that cleaned up before the guests arrive.” Your husband sneers and, thankfully, leaves you alone to do just that. You manage to get everything spotless and finish your duties just as there is the sliding of the door and your husband’s cheerful voice welcoming in his guests. 

When you are finally called in, you come in to see three children. 

There’s a boy with a scar on his forehead and a box on his back. A yellow-haired boy with a matching haori. And a young man wearing a boar head as a mask. They all carry swords on their belts, and you recognize the uniform. 

Demon Slayers. 

Your husband has a fake smile plastered to his face, and he extends a hand as you come into the sitting area with drinks for your guests. 

“My lovely wife!” He says and introduces you by name. You bow politely, praying they can’t smell the scent of bile on your floral kimono, and offer them tea. The yellow-haired boy and the one with the box take some gratefully while the boar-masked boy takes his and immediately gulps it down. 

They talk for hours. 

The entire time, you stand slightly behind your husband, occasionally bringing in food or more tea for the boys. Every single time you offer more, the one with the box looks at you with such a warm expression that you almost cry. 

His hands are calloused and blistered from handling his sword. (Why does such a young boy have such rough hands?)

But he’s so kind. (Why is he so kind to you? You didn’t deserve this kindness.)

And he approaches you late at night, long after he should be in bed, long after everyone else is in bed. 

Except for you.

Because you still had dishes to wash and the sitting room to tidy up. 

The soft call of your name has you flinching, dropping the plate in hand, and it shatters against the floor. You whirl around, unconsciously clenching your fists to brace yourself. 

It’s only the boy, suspiciously missing his box.

You had since learned his name—Kamado Tanjiro. His companions, Agatsuma Zenitsu and Hashibira Inosuke, are most likely still sleeping.

“Ah… Kamado… What can I do for you?” You ask softly, and his face is no longer the warm smile that it had been when in front of your husband. 

“Are you okay?” He inquires, ignoring your question, and you pause in picking up the shards of the plate. You could only hope your husband had drunk himself into a deep sleep and hadn’t heard your accident.

Or else there’d be hell to pay.

“I’m fine.” You lie, and suddenly, he puts his hand over your wrist, and you stop—his fingers bunch in the fabric of your violet kimono.

“You smell sad. Like you’re in pain.” He says simply, but you don’t say anything else. Because how could you? 

He wouldn’t believe you anyway. (No one ever would. Your husband made sure of that.)

So instead of pouring out your woes to this boy who was much too young, you shrug off his hand and continue to pick up the ceramic shards. 

“I can help you!” He tries, honesty pouring from his mouth. As you stand and dispose of the pieces, you stop by the front door.

“Thank you, Kamado… but I’m fine.” You whisper and leave him behind, sad eyes watching after you as you slide the sliding door shut. 

You see the demon in the shadows of your garden a week after Tanjiro and his friends leave. 

You had thrown the shards of the shattered dish in the outside bin in an attempt to hide it from your husband. 

So far, he was none the wiser. 

You pause in your late-night gardening. You needed space, and solace in your garden was where you found that peace you so desperately desired. 

With powder pink hair and deep navy stripes decorating his face, arms, and torso, he was handsome. But you paused as he stepped out into the moonlight.

UPPER MOON THREE

Upper Moon? Three? What did that mean?

He stops just at the edge of your garden, watching you with those glowing yellow eyes, and not a word is uttered from his lips.

“Did my husband send you? Are you here to kill me?” You ask, and why wouldn’t he be? You wouldn’t put it past your husband to go and make a deal with a demon to have you killed. 

Anything to get you out of the way. 

Anything so he could be with his mistress. 

Because, of course, he had one. He wasn’t exactly keen on hiding that information from you. 

The demon scoffed, turning his head away briefly in disgust. 

“As if I would make a deal with a mewling human.” He spat, and you recoiled at the ferocious tone in his voice. When you open your eyes again, you find him looking at you with a curious sort of expression. Your voice is wavering when you speak next,

“Then why are you here? To slaughter this village?” 

At that, he shakes his head.

“No. I’m here for you. You are the renowned herbalist, aren’t you? The gardener and herbalist?” He says, and you blink. Once upon a time, yes, you had been an herbalist. But then your parents married you off to the monster you called your spouse. 

“I’m not sure about renowned. But yes, I’m a gardener and an herbalist.” You say, and he makes a noise. 

“Do you know about the Blue Spider Lily?” He asks suddenly, and you frown. 

“Of course I do. Any herbalist or doctor worth their salt knows about the flower. What of it?” Suddenly the demon is in front of you.

“Where is it?” He demands, and you bite the inside of your cheek, hiding a flinch. 

He notices. (He’s the only one who does.)

Thankfully he doesn’t say anything. (Because, of course, he wouldn’t. Even if someone does, they never say anything.)

“It’s far away from here.” You say curtly, and his lips curl back to show his fangs. He leans into your personal space until your noses brush together. 

“Where. Is. It.” He says slowly, and you swallow. 

“I—In the mountains. I… I could show you?” You try, and he scoffs, backing away and turning around, his fists clenched tightly. His knuckles would have been white had he not had blue staining them.

“As I said before. I would never make a deal with a human.” He seethed, still not facing you. 

It was silent for a beat. Then two. 

Then…

“Fine. Show me.” He snaps, and you startle. 

He was going to bring you with him?

Would you be able to do it? Leave your husband?

The demon must’ve noticed your expression and narrowed his eyes. 

“You won’t do it?” He said, voice low and mildly threatening. You took a wary step back but shook your head. 

“Give me until tomorrow night. I will leave with you tomorrow night.” You say, and he stares, silent for a moment before he speaks again. 

“Meet me out here at nightfall.” Is all he says before he disappears. 

When you meet the demon again, your eye is swollen shut. Your body aches with forming bruises, and you’re pretty sure you’re missing a tooth.

But you can leave. 

You’re allowed to leave. 

Of course, you don’t tell your husband where you’re going. You just say there’s a family emergency. He can’t even be bothered to come. 

If the demon notices—which you’re pretty sure he does, based on the narrowing of his eyes—he doesn’t say a word. 

Instead, he turns on his heel and motions for you to follow him. You hoist your bag higher onto your shoulder and follow after him. Only for him to stop at the trailhead and gesture for you to take the lead. You pause before realizing he truly doesn’t know where the Blue Spider Lily is. 

So you tie back your kimono sleeves, adjust your sandals, and start walking. 

It doesn’t take long for you to abandon all propriety and hike your kimono hem up to climb over branches or stones that lay in your path. Thankfully, the demon doesn’t mention the indecency and instead follows you in silence. 

“What is your name?” You ask tentatively after an hour of hiking in silence. The demon grunts as he jumps over a bolder that had taken you a solid fifteen minutes to climb.

“It doesn’t matter.” He says curtly, and you huff in annoyance. He really wasn’t the talkative type, was he?

You introduce yourself nonetheless, politely, formally saying your name into the silence, just like your mother had taught you. 

The demon watches you with the same curious expression from the previous night. 

And then…

“It’s Akaza.” He says before leaping ahead, leaving you in the dust as you stare in astonishment before you scramble to keep up.

Things change eight days into your little trip. 

You’ve hiked over countless mountains at this point, Akaza having set a brutal pace during the night when he can actually move. During the day, you sleep deep in a cave you found (or that Akaza created), using your pack as a pillow. He always rests sitting up, arms crossed, and eyes closed as he meditates. He says nothing about your fading bruises or asks where they came from. Though you have a sneaking suspicion he knows. He seems clever like that. 

The two of you don’t speak much. Akaza doesn’t touch you or help you when you’re struggling over the rough terrain. He instead watches from the top of whatever hill you’re climbing with an unimpressed look in his eyes. 

Until everything changes.

“Can you go any faster?” Akaza calls down from a boulder that you had been steadily climbing. 

“Can’t you do this any faster? I’m expecting guests.”

At that, memories of delicate cheekbones crunching underneath a fist flash behind your eyes, and you slip. Your body goes crashing to the ground, and you curl into a ball on your side, fingers digging into your skull as you let out a pained cry. Your eye throbs, and the gap where your tooth had been aches. 

Your entire body hurts, and a rock digs uncomfortably into your side, but you can’t find it in yourself to move. 

There’s the sound of crunching gravel as Akaza jumps down to your side. You are briefly showered with dirt, but you don’t care. All you see is your husband’s towering body looming over you.

Unexpectedly gentle hands pry your hands away from your face, and you look up into the face of your husband. 

With a scream, you back up, scrambling back on your hands and knees as you try to get away.

Away, away, away.

Those same gentle hands grab your hands as you go to grip your head again, trying to protect your face. 

“Calm down.” Comes Akaza’s voice, and you gasp, the vision abruptly fading away. 

Akaza is crouched before you, an unreadable expression on his face. His hands cradle yours, keeping them from digging chunks out of your skull. Your breath comes in great heaving gasps, tears starting to streak your face. 

You can’t breathe. Can’t breathe. Can’t—

His hands cup your face, and he looks you in the eye,

“Calm down.” His voice, strangely calming, washes over you like the tide. And slowly… ever so slowly… you manage to slow your breathing and get lungfuls of air into your chest. 

Akaza doesn’t move the entire time. 

Once you’re calm enough for his tastes, Akaza stands, scoops you up, and jumps. You, still panicking slightly, shriek as suddenly the ground disappears beneath you. You have your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of it, and squeeze your eyes shut. 

You don’t land quickly enough, and Akaza sets you down—much softer than you expected, you might add. You hunch over, taking a shaky breath before straightening up and looking at him. He just watches you,

“Thank you.” You whisper, and he smiles. 

“It’s not a problem. Let’s keep going.” He says gently, and you nod, hoisting your bag back onto your shoulders and taking the lead once again. 

Twenty minutes later, you finally ask the question that has been burning your mind.

“Where did you learn to do that? Calm me down, I mean.” You say and hear him hum in contemplation behind you.

“I don’t remember.” He says and leaves it at that. 

Another three days later, you approach him with a plant from your stash. 

He stares, uncomprehending at the leaves in your hands. 

“They’re for you.” You say, and he raises an eyebrow.

“I gathered. What are they for?” He asks, and you slowly push them into his hands. 

“They help with memory loss.” You say simply, and his eyes widen almost imperceptibly. His hands are hesitant, but as they brush yours, you can tell he’s… excited?

Is he ready to remember?

Are you ready to watch him remember?

Akaza never brought up his memories until one night when you are almost to your destination.

“I remember everything.” He says, dangling his feet over the cliffside as he stares up at the moon. The two of you had stopped for a break at your request and sat overlooking a ravine. When faced with something like this, Akaza would simply scoop you up and leap across. After the sixth time, you sort of grew used to it. 

You wouldn’t scream anymore, much to Akaza’s delight. 

You sit up straight, nearly dropping the onigiri in your hand in astonishment.

“You do?!” You gasp but pause at his expression. 

He looks tired and old and sad. 

And he talks. 

He tells you what he remembers.

He tells you of Koyuki. 

Of his engagement to her. 

Of his life as Hakuji.

How the feared king of demons turned him into one.

Everything. 

And it breaks your heart. 

So you hesitantly, ever so slowly, put your arms around him and pull him close. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” You whisper, pressing your mouth to the crown of his head. It isn’t quite a kiss… but it isn’t not a kiss. He stiffens in surprise but doesn’t pull away. Uncertainly, one of his hands comes up to touch your forearm. A silent acknowledgment and thanks for your words. 

All the while, he doesn’t say a word. 

You finally find the Blue Spider Lily after a month of traveling. 

During that time, your relationship with Akaza grew… complicated. 

He was incredibly gentle with you, treating you with reverence you didn’t know was capable of someone like him. He even held you once or twice when you woke up screaming. 

You could give him nothing in return. He already had supernatural powers. He had immense strength. He had everything a regular man could ever want. Everything your husband ever wanted. 

But things go terribly wrong the day before you find it. 

You are passing through a large village—through the red light district—when you spot him. 

Your husband with a woman on his arm, looking for all the world, like you never existed. 

Until your eyes met and rage darkened and contorted his features. 

Akaza, disguised with a cloak, puts a hand on your arm as your husband shoves his way through the crowd.

“We need to leave.” He says, but you are frozen. 

He was here. 

He was going to kill you. 

You were going to die. 

“You BITCH!” Your husband roars, and a hand cracks across your face, sending you tumbling to the ground. His hands are on your shoulders, bearing his weight down on your body. 

Something is glinting in his hand, something sharp, something painful. 

It cuts into your face, mutilating it, carving flesh out of it. 

You begin to scream, to thrash and writhe, but it’s futile. Your husband had always been larger than you. So you can do nothing but sit there in agony as he permanently scars your face.

And no one does anything. Whispers erupt, but no one moves to stop the mountain of a man. 

Until… Abruptly… His head is gone. 

Hands are at your shoulders, pulling you into strong arms, as screams cascade from mouths at the sight of a demon. 

Akaza.

One moment you’re in the red light district. The next, you’re deep in the mountains. 

You are still crying, able to feel the blood coating your face, and the muscle tissue snaps at the corners of your mouth. 

Akaza’s hands are feather soft on your face as he takes in your disfigured appearance. His brows are contorted with anger, his face darkened with fury, but he doesn’t shout. He doesn’t scream. He just gathers your bag, rifles through it for herbs and pastes for healing, and applies it to your wounds. He tells you it will scar but that you won’t need stitches. Not that he know’s how to stitch wounds, and you are in no shape to do it yourself. 

“We have to keep moving.” You croak as Akaza finishes applying what little gauze you have in your bag. His hands are still, and he has yet to say a word. His shoulders are still stiff with anger, but he can’t take it out on anyone. 

Because your husband is dead. 

Dead. Were you free?

Could you have freedom?

“You need to heal.” He says shortly, and you shake your head. The pain has died down some, thanks to the herbs numbing the wounds. 

“I don’t want to see you hurt on my account because you couldn’t find the Blue Spider Lily. Tonight is the last night of its blooming.” You say, and the two of you argue back and forth—with him wanting you to rest. And you want to make sure he accomplishes his goal. 

You win in the end, and Akaza looks away with a frustrated huff. 

But he doesn’t leave you behind. 

The Blue Spider Lily is stunning.

The moonlight illuminated the royal blue petals, and you are struck by its beauty.

It almost hurt you to pluck it from the ground. 

It blossoms over the grave of someone unknown. You can’t read the faded kanji engraved, not really, at least. You swear that it reads “Tsugikuni Uta.” 

Akaza approaches the flower, and just as his fingers wrap around the stem…

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” Comes a familiar voice, and you freeze.

Kamado Tanjiro?

Turning around shows you to be correct. The young man has his sword drawn, that box at his back, as he stares in a fury at the demon before him.

The demon in question looks unimpressed. A little angry even. But Akaza doesn’t move from his kneeling position at the grave. He moves to pluck the flower from the ground, and that’s when Tanjiro bolts forward, intending to cut off his head. 

Only for you to get in the way, quite literally shoving him by his shoulders and sending him crashing to the ground. 

He hits the ground in a roll and comes up on one knee to face you.

His face pales, his sword beginning to tremble. He calls your name and takes in your bandaged appearance, voice thick with disbelief.

“I can’t let you kill him.” You whisper softly, and his angry snarl twists into something sad. 

“He’s killed countless people.” He tries, and you shrug,

“He saved my life.” Your tone is muddled through the gauze in your mouth, but it’s vehement and strong, unlike any manner you have had since you married your now-deceased husband. 

Akaza stands, the flower in his grasp, as he approaches the young boy. Tanjiro tightens his grip on his sword, though the tip is trembling. You grasp the back of Akaza’s vest just as he raises his free hand, presumably to start a fight.

“You must leave.” You whisper to him, and he pauses in his movements, turning so he can see you out of the corner of your eye. 

“Let me kill the brat first.” He says and watches you shake your head.

“Allow me to deal with him.”

Tanjiro darts forward then, swinging his sword with deadly precision. 

You get in the way yet again, pushing Akaza out of the way and ducking under Tanjiro’s blow. 

Akaza gets to his feet and stares at you with an unreadable expression.

“Why?” He whispers, only loud enough for you to hear. You offer him a watery smile.

“You set me free. Now I can do the same for you.” You reply, and he only stares silently before disappearing from where he stands. 

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⚜️❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷💖💝⚜️ Bowser, Junior, and the Koopalings were on their family outing for their cool missions as their Queen Sheila keeps guard of the castle in the Darklands. On the other hand, Lord Fawful and his assistant, Midbus, have put the plan in action as part of their unwanted payback and revenge on Bowser. (It is after the Bowser’s Inside Story arc.)

Bowser, Junior, and the Koopalings were coming back from their family mission outing and heading their ways back to the Darklands, but noticed the castle under attack. They were in frustration as they come over to the commotion, just to see their army members and citizens in shock and fear. They were seeing running around and screaming for their lives.

Bowser and his kids spotted Fawful’s flying weapons destroying portions of the castle, believing that this can’t be happening.

”I HAVE CHORTLES!” a voice yells, startling Bowser and his children.

They turned and noticed a luxurious evil airship flying by them, and they caught sight of Bowser’s worst fear. It is Fawful!

“Hello, King Bowser!” Fawful laughs evilly.

“Lord Fawful?!” cried Bowser,

”What are you doing here?! I thought you were defeated!”

Fawful sneers with a reply,

”Defeated? Oh don’t you remember as long as you live, I will be there for you, and now that I have returned… I WILL HAVE MY UNWANTED REVENGE!”

He then grins for a moment at Bowser,

”Did you miss me?”

Bowser growls in disbelief and shouted,

“Like I would ever believe it?! No. Now where is Sheila?!”

Fawful pauses and repeats,

”Sheila?”

“What did you do to her?!” yells the Koopa king.

Fawful stares for a moment and sneers with an evil chuckle. Then, he turns to his back and called,

”Come, Midbus!”

”Midbus?!” Junior and the Koopalings ask.

“Who exactly is Midbus?” Iggy asks in confusion.

All of a sudden, a female voice shrieks,

”Bowser!!”

Bowser and his children heard the voice and were in frustration. Bowser peered close, and noticed his worst fear. Midbus has returned with Sheila in his arms!

He was holding her as her paws were chained up, despite the chains being long so that Midbus can walk beside Fawful and show Bowser and his children Sheila being held captive.

Sheila was yelling in panic,

”Help me!”

With a gasp, Bowser cried,

”Sheila!”

Junior cried out in shock,

”Mama!”

The Koopalings gasped in shock to see their adoptive stepmother being held captive beside Midbus.

With a menacing deep chuckle, Midbus says,

”Hello, Bowser. I’m back; at last we meet again.”

”MIDBUS!” Bowser yells in anger,

”Let her go!”

Midbus replied without a trance,

“Let her go? Ha, You used to kidnap the one and only Princess Peach of the Mushroom Kingdom. And now that you have your new loved one than her, I have decided it for my payback on you.”

”Hey, back off my father, you warthog!” Ludwig shouted,

”And you keep your filthy hands off our mother, or else you will taste our dad’s fury!”

Midbus stares unamused and replies,

”Taste his fury? Ha, I think not.”

Then, he shouted,

”I HAVE NO TASTE!”

Ludwig was startled by Midbus’s scolding as the Koopalings comfort him. Larry cried,

”What are you doing holding Mother captive?! You don’t even look like a king!”

”Hm, perhaps I will explain,” says Midbus as he menacingly grins,

”Now listen, Bowser, me and Lord Fawful have our revenge back once Sheila will be married to me as my soon-to-be-wife, and Fawful will become the new ruler.”

“Married?!” Bowser and his children cried in shock.

”But you can’t do that!” Lemmy added,

”That’s considered stalking!“

Morton said,

”You can’t take away our mother like that! She’s isn’t even yours!”

Wendy agreed,

”Yeah! You better set her free or else—“

Fawful angrily shouts,

”I HAVE CHORTLES!”

The Koopalings are both startled by Fawful’s voice. Midbus nods, clears his throat, and continues,

”Forget our plans to take over the Mushroom Kingdom or any of the other kingdoms. This time it will be yours forever, and there’s no way you’ll interrupt our vengeful plans.”

Bowser growls as Junior and the Koopalings got in defense mode.

Fawful adds in agreement with a sneer,

”He’s right, and THAT is which I have planned to take back what is rightfully mine.”

Fawful uses the control to have the alien weapons come over in command and aim at Bowser and the Koopalings.

”Destroy them!” he commanded as the alien weapons began shooting lasers at Bowser and the Koopalings.

They cried in shock as they managed to run away, but Bowser was suddenly hit on the ankle.

”Papa!” Junior cried. 

The Koopalings even cried out,

”Dad!”

“NO!” Sheila cried out in fear as she held back sobs in frustration, trying to get herself to be free from Midbus’s grip.

Midbus rapidly holds Sheila right by the neck, causing her to squirm to get out of his arms. Junior and the Koopalings both managed to help Bowser get back on his feet. The Koopa king crouched in pain with a small grunt in pain.

“What did you do to him?!” screamed Junior,

“What have you done to Papa?!”

”Muh, muh, muh!” Midbus evilly laughs in delight as Sheila raises her paw once again and tearfully cries out,

”BOWSER!!!”

Fawful laughs as he adds on,

”I believe that your precious woman will make the perfect woman for Midbus as I arrange a wedding as part of my plan. And there’s nothing you can do to stop us.”

Bowser growls in disbelief,

”No… you can’t…”

Fawful runs over to the other side of the ship and turns on the controlled airship‘s engine, turning its side to face Bowser and his children.

He called out,

”And now for the leaving! You’ll have no invitation coming to the wedding! SAYONARA!!!”

Then, Fawful flies on the airship, facing to the sky while turning back on the royal Koopa family.

Holding onto Sheila tight— not even noticing her tearful sobbing and yells of fear— Midbus shouts in echo once again,

”HAVE FUN WITH YOUR WASTED KINGDOM OF THE DARKLANDS, BOWSER!!!”

Then, once the alien weapons flew off first into the sky, Fawful’s airship was the last one to go, now with a whirring sound going off. Bowser shouted in echo,

“SHEILA!!”

As the warp drive was caused by the airship, Fawful and Midbus have flown into the sky, bringing Sheila along with them. After the queen’s bloodcurdling scream was heard, the dark sky went off with a

💥KA-BOOM!💥

Soon after, the sky is back to a normal evening, now remaining the whole Darklands wasted in pieces. Its dark particles slowly began disappearing in the sunset sky. And as of that, Fawful and Midbus both have disappeared. Sheila was gone.

All the koopas, goombas, and the other citizens were both upset of what happened to their kingdom. As Bowser looked up at the sky in shock, he shook his head, panted, and lowered his head in disbelief. He alongside Junior and the Koopalings were both devastated to see that Sheila has been captured by Fawful and Midbus. Kamek appears out of nowhere and runs over to the Koopa family. He comforts Bowser and softly says,

”Sire, I’m so sorry. There’s nothing we can do to get our queen back.”

Bowser says nothing as he remains silent. The Koopalings even couldn’t bear to hear Junior softly crying that his stepmother was gone.

One of the Koopa generals walk up to the king and asked,

”Lord Bowser, what are we gonna do now?”

“Our queen has been kidnapped!” the other adds in.

The others were even asking Bowser on what to do to get Sheila back. Bowser stands up, now in pure anger. He said,

”Yes, Lord Fawful and Midbus have both come for me, and now as part of their payback and revenge, they vindictively made me and my kids suffer by kidnapping my queen.”

”But even worse, That warthog is trying to marry our stepmother!” Roy added.

”We can see that, bro!” Wendy replied,

”And how are we gonna stop him and that little alien?!”

”It can’t end this way, guys!” Larry said.

Morton looked at Junior still being emotional and sadly said,

”Poor Junior. He must’ve been so close with Mother.”

Bowser sees his son being emotional and he pulls him into a hug, soothing,

”It’s okay, Junior. Daddy’s here… we’ll get your mother back.”

”Are you sure, Papa?” whimpers Junior in tears, 

“I don’t wanna lose Mama!”

Ludwig got curious and asked,

”But how are we gonna save her? What if even her dad and her old kingdom both find out about this?”

”Even her dad will be worried sick about Mom being kidnapped. We have to do something! Her life is at stake from the capture she’s been put through.” Lemmy replied.

Bowser thought for a moment and popped his eyes ideally. He said,

”We have to report this to her father once we get to the Spirit Animal Kingdom, and yes it may worry him, but we must find recruits to help us save Sheila.”

Kamek was in concern as he replied,

“Lord Bowser, he’s gonna blame us for breaking a promise to take care of Sheila. I don’t think this is gonna work.”

Bowser added,

“Trust me, Kamek. It will work, I promise.”

Then, he told Junior and the Koopalings while changing his expression,

“About what I said, I’ll have recruits who will help us, but you might not like who those recruits are.”

Kamek, Junior, the Koopalings, and the Darklands citizens were confused at the same time as Bowser took a deep breath and said,

“We’ll have the Mario Bros. help us.”

“WHAT?!” Kamek, Junior, the Koopalings, and the Darklands citizens cried in disbelief.

“No, Papa!” Junior replied in disbelief,

“You know better than this. You hate these guys so much!”

“Your son’s right,” Kamek agreed,

“They do ruin our plans to kidnap Princess Peach and even get her to marry you.”

Bowser added in annoyance,

“Yeah, I know. But it’s just this time, okay? We’ll try to make them be our trusted allies as we search for plans to save my queen from Fawful and even from being married to Midbus. Yeah it’s quite a shame that Daisy will be there too, but whatever— and then we go to the Spirit Animal Kingdom to seek advice and help from King Marcos so that we’ll have other friends who live there to help us if possible.”

Junior and the Koopalings stare for a moment as Bowser asked,

“Do you trust me, kids?”

The children sadly but surely nodded and replied,

“Yes, Dad.”

Bowser smiled and rubbed his children’s heads and added,

“That’s my lovely Koopalings.”

Kamek looked at Bowser as the hug broke. He said,

“I’ll trust you this time, but please be careful when around the Mario Bros. And do what you can to save your queen.”

“Nonsense, Kamek,” replied the king,

“They’ll understand us, though I hate them so much, but I’ll trust them as my allies to help rescue Sheila in any way we can. Now can you and the rest of the citizens you keep guard on the Darklands while me and my children take a trip to the Mushroom Kingdom to seek help from Princess Peach?”

Kamek answered,

“Don’t worry, sire. I’ll make sure the kingdom will be rebuilt and safe once again.”

Bowser nodded firmly as he had his 8 Koopalings ready to come with him. The Darklands citizens were both cheering and chanting,

“We love you, Lord Bowser!”

The Koopalings smile at their father who did the same as they all walked together to find Princess Peach’s castle in the Mushroom Kingdom and seek help from the Mario Bros. when they meet them there. 

Kamek felt hope inside as he softly says,

“We’re counting on you, Lord Bowser.”

⚜️❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷💖💝⚜️

Art/Story; Sheila ©️ Me.

Characters featuring Bowser, Junior, Lord Fawful, Midbus, Larry Koopa, Roy Koopa, Lemmy Koopa, Wendy O’Koopa, Iggy Koopa, Morton Koopa Jr., and Ludwig Von Koopa ©️ Nintendo

⚜️❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷💖💝⚜️

[b-a-n-a-n-a-ss]

Thomas Andrews x reader - Protective

Summary: Thomas has always been protective of his love. But one day Bruce Ismay and Caledon Hockley threaten her and Thomas doesn’t like that. (Reader is 18-21) (Bruce is 42 and Caledon is 32)

Warnings: small cursing, threats to reader, protective Thomas

(This was another request! Thank you so much for requesting this!!💙💙)

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I walked out of my state room, dressed in one of my favorite gowns. I was walking down to the lobby to meet Thomas so the two of us could go to dinner with our friends. I saw Thomas standing at the bottom of the stairs and walked to him, kissing him on the cheek as a greeting.

“You always look so beautiful my love.” Thomas whispered to me as I wrapped my hand around his bicep and he walked me to the dining room. We saw our friends slowly filling the table and joined them. Thomas pulled out my chair for me, gently pushing me in before sitting down beside me. I was now in between Thomas and Bruce Ismay. The other residents at the table were Margret brown, Ruth, rose, Caledon, and a few others and their wives.

The dinner went as usual, polite conversation and drinking wine. Then dinner was over. Thomas and me walked out of the dining room and to the deck of the boat. We sat on a bench beside each other and looked out into the glistening water. I laid my head on Thomas’ shoulder and he kissed it.

“You are so talented Thomas. Building this ship and letting me come with you.” I praised him. He slide his arm around my waist and gently ran his fingers on my side, sending shivers through my body.

“Thank you love, I love you y/n.” He said with a smile.

“I love you too Thomas.” We we’re about to kiss when the captain of the ship interrupted us.

“I’m sorry to intrude but we need your assistance in the kitchen please Mr.Andrews.” The captain said. Thomas nodded and sadly got up. He kissed my head once more and bid goodbye to me. I frowned as I watched him walk away. I loved spending time with him. But of course as the building and owner of the ship, he had duties to attend to.

I kept looking out at the water, but then I heard heavy footsteps behind me. I turned around slightly and saw Caledon with Bruce.

“Hello y/n, you look like a diamond this evening.” Bruce said as him and Caledon moved to stand in front of me.

“Oh uh, thank you.” I said politely. The two men had always made me uncomfortable, ever since I met them.

“Care to come to my stateroom this evening? I’m sure Thomas wouldn’t mind.” Bruce said as he sat beside me and moved closer to my body. I moved away from him as far as I could and my breath started to quicken.

“No sir, I’m engaged to Thomas. I cannot go with you.” I told him. Bruce scowled and Caledon pulled out a small hand gun. I sucked in a breath and my eyes stayed glued to the gun that was pointed at me.

“Go with Bruce, or you’ll be shot. Give him what he wants.” Caledon said. I shook my head and tried to get up but Bruce caught my wrist and pulled me back down to him.

“Do not try and run. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” He sneered as he started to kiss my neck. I whimpered and tried to fight against the men. But it was no use. I was nothing compared to them in strength.

“That’s more like it.” Bruce said. He started to touch my thigh and move his hand higher. I tried to squirm but Caledon pressed the gun against my head. This was it. I was going to be taken advantage of or killed. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“Hey let go of her!” I heard Thomas yell. I looked over and saw him quickly coming towards me and the two men. Bruce's eyes went wide then an idea popped into his head. Caledon was glancing at Bruce, trying to figure out their next move.

"Oh Mr. Andrews thank god you're here. You see Y/n was trying to kiss me and seduce me. I was trying to stop her but she wouldn't stop." Bruce said. I felt sick to my stomach. I hate this man.

"Very good try Mr. Ismay. I saw what happened. You were trying to kiss her. and I know my y/n she wouldn't betray me so. Now leave and go to your rooms before I call ship security. And never look in y/n's direction again." Thomas said. Bruce went pale and he nodded before he scurried away with Caledon behind him.

Thomas turned towards me and engulfed me in a tight hug. I relaxed against his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist. He rocked the two of us lightly and kissed my head before resting his cheek on my head.

"thank you Thomas. I didn't know what to do." I said.

"Y/n you don't need to thank me. I didn't mind, they shouldn't have done that and those two are cowards. All that's important is that you're safe and well. I still will call the officers and have them take care of the two but for now it's just you and me." Thomas told me.

"Thomas Caledon threatened me. They both did. They had a hand gun and they said that if I didn't give Mr. Ismay what he wanted that they would shoot me. Thomas I was so scared, I was certain I was going to be raped or die." I cried gently into Thomas' chest. Thomas pet my hair and cradled my body.

"I'm so sorry y/n. Let us go have a nice warm bath together then we can lay in bed. How does that sound?" He offered.

"I would like that."

"well then lets go, forget about them. They do not deserve to know your name. You are so precious and wonderful. You're my world y/n"

Thomas kissed me then took my hand and walked me to our state room. We had the bath then just laid in each others arms and fell asleep.

[your-divine-ribs]

Ice Cold Part 13

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Warnings: more murder… and some smut! 💙

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It felt like the world had stopped turning. I stood in fearful disbelief, not wanting to accept my fate but unable to see a way out.

Van stood there with a casual stance like he was completely unaffected by my presence. And why would he be? The courageous force that had come over me had started to slip away the moment I heard his voice. Much as I was trying to desperately cling on to a shred of it, it was still slipping now. Pretty soon there would be nothing left.

Van sighed like he was exasperated with me, like he was scolding a naughty child. "Lyla... don't make me have to tell you again." Then his eyes flashed dangerously as he emphasised each word, sharp and precise. "DROP. IT. NOW!"

And just like that my gun slid from my fingers on to the carpet with a thud. I heard a gleeful snigger coming from behind but I ignored it. I couldn't look anywhere else except at Van. He was dressed like the other party goers in an immaculate tuxedo suit, and he cut quite the handsome figure. The thought occurred to me that in another life he probably would have stolen hearts, rather than stopped them from beating.

"Just get it over with then," I said, my voice quiet with a bitter tone.

"What's the rush?" I heard the voice from behind me. "Maybe we can have a little fun first, hey sweetheart?"

I didn't have to look to imagine the lascivious sneer on the piece of shit who stood behind me. I shuddered. Van just lifted his gaze to look at him briefly, then it was back to me, completely impassive.

So this was going to be it? Was he just going to hand me over like an unwanted possession? I couldn't control the surge of dismay that crashed over me, and with it the realisation of the ridiculous notion that I'd thought that maybe there was some kind of connection between the two of us.

He ignored the comments from behind me, sighing again, reaching into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. "How many times I gotta tell you? How many times I gotta tell you not to come after me?"

I stayed quiet, watched fearfully as he pulled out a silencer and began screwing it on to the end of the pistol. He took his time, eyes locked on me whilst he did it. I swallowed, hard, as he brought the gun around to point at me once again.

A grunt of disapproval came from the other man as he chuntered to himself. "Ah man... what a waste..."

I thought I saw a flicker of something cross Van's features, but I couldn't be sure. Tears stung my eyes and I tried to blink them away.

"You know what the drill is... on your knees."

I considered resisting, but what was the point? I quickly sank down on to my knees. At least if Van was going to end my life here and now it would be a small mercy that the creep behind me wouldn't get his filthy murderous hands on me. I heard him now, that repulsive chuckle again. "Who's giving the orders now bitch?"

I kept my eyes fixed firmly on the floor, waiting...

The shot passed clean over my head and although it was muffled by the silencer it still rang in my ears. Shock immediately gave way to confusion as I heard an agonised groan from behind me and I twisted around just in time to see the other man sway and then slump to the floor, a gaping bloody hole where his right eye used to be.

I let out a terrified whimper, my hand going up to my mouth, and I turned again to Van. His expression hadn't changed, not even a ripple on the surface. I opened my mouth to speak, my lips forming wordlessly around a question that never came. Why?

Our eyes locked for what seemed like a long moment but in reality was probably only a few seconds before he wrenched his gaze away, sliding the gun into the waistband of his trousers and striding past me to the lifeless figure on the floor.

"Room 510," he stated, nodding his head to indicate a room across the corridor and then stooping down to grab the man's feet, dragging him roughly. "Open it."

And I did. I followed his orders just like I was politely doing a good deed for the day, not assisting a deadly assassin with hiding a freshly murdered corpse. I could have run away and sounded the alarm. I probably could have even retrieved my gun from the floor and pressed it to Van's head whilst he busied himself dragging his victim across the corridor. But I didn't. I even held the door for him whilst he manoeuvred the body inside the room, leaving a rusty red trail of blood on the patterned carpet.

Van pulled the dead man into the bathroom and then I heard him grunt with exertion as I presumed he was lifting him into the bathtub. I lingered just inside the room, watching the door slowly shut behind me, knowing I should slip through and leave but not being able to do so. I was stunned and frightened but also bound by something invisible. Something that rendered me incapable of being that version of myself I so desperately wanted to be.

Van reappeared in the bathroom doorway, a less pristine version now, dark red spatters stained his white shirt and his hair fell over his eyes. He pulled at his tie, letting it fall open around his neck, loosening the top few buttons of his shirt as he addressed me.

"Do you have any idea what my employers would do to me if they knew what had gone down tonight?"

I pressed my back against the door, suddenly feeling very small without my heels on. Before I could answer, his eyes slipped down to my upper arm where the bullet had grazed me. It stung and a sticky red rivulet of blood had run down my limb and dried there. Van frowned. "You're hurt." He stated.

"I'm fine, it's nothing," I replied, mildly surprised that he'd even commented, but whatever had prompted him to was short-lived. The frown melted away, his mouth set in a hard line as he spoke again, angry now.

"You weren't even supposed to be here tonight. What the fuck changed?"

How the hell did he know that?

I found my voice, clearing my throat before I answered him. "Well... I begged my boss to let me come if you must know."

He lifted an eyebrow quizzically. "And why's that?"

"So I could take you out." 

The words just spilled out and I wasn't sure where my boldness came from. Maybe it was the knowledge that Van had killed one of his own tonight so that I could live.

I expected some kind of vicious retort but instead a sly smile appeared on his lips. "Right... so how's that working out for you then?"

I wanted to retaliate, part of me angered by the mocking insinuation that I wasn't a threat to him, but I quickly checked myself. Just because of his actions so far I couldn't lull myself into a false sense of security that he wouldn't kill me himself... or worse. Maybe he just meant to keep me alive to toy with me. But games didn't last forever. There was always a winner and a loser eventually.

I watched him warily as he eyed me with that taunting amusement, stepping closer. I moved sideways, away from the door and away from him, my back sliding against the wall.

"I don't think I can trust you," he said, moving nearer still, countering my movement. "You always seem to have a weapon sneakily tucked away somewhere..."

"I'm unarmed," I stated, indicating my skin tight dress. "You saw me drop my gun. Where the hell would I hide another weapon?"

"I don't know. You tell me..." Van said, the sharp edges gone from his voice now.

As he trailed off he placed both hands on my shoulders and spun me quickly around, roughly pushing me up against the wall. I let out a gasp, my hands splayed on the wall as he grasped my hips with strong fingers and pressed himself into me. I tried to breathe deeply and ignore the spark that immediately lit deep down in my core as his head dipped down so he could whisper in my ear. "Like I said I don't trust you... I'm gonna have to check."

Every nerve in my body bristled as he moved his hands over me, all the time his head bent over so close I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck. He started at the tops of my shoulders and travelled down my spine, then up again to my collar bones and down and over my breasts. My nipples instantly stiffened as his hands slid over the silk material, making my breath hitch.

"Hmm... what about down here?" He whispered into my neck, his fingers continuing their journey south.

Suddenly and without warning he grabbed the material on either side of the slit in my dress and pulled it apart in one swift motion, tearing it all the way up the centre, exposing me right down to my underwear.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I gasped.

He didn't answer, just let out a small, low laugh. I screwed my eyes shut, trying to clear my mind, trying desperately not to show the effect his touch had on me but it was no use. My body betrayed me. My legs trembled as his fingers moved down the outside of my thighs then crept slowly inwards. His touch was surprisingly gentle, his fingertips just lightly grazing the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs.

"You know, one of these days you're gonna have to stop lying to yourself about what you want."

He was so close I could feel his lips brush my neck and I didn't trust myself to reply, knowing he'd be able to hear the arousal in my voice if I did. My breathing was already coming shallow and fast as his fingertips edged ever closer to my heat, just catching the lace of my underwear. I wanted to move, to press my thighs together, the need to feel something so badly it took me all my restraint not to press myself into his hands.

Pull yourself together Lyla!

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," I managed, voice shaky and unsteady.

Van withdrew his hands and I felt the pressure of his body behind me disappear as he stepped back. I should have been relieved but I immediately yearned for the feeling of his touch again. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself, grasping at the edges of my torn dress and pulling it across my body before I turned around.

There was a solitary chair backed up against the wall and I watched as Van took a seat, a relaxed pose, his legs splayed, his hands resting loosely in his lap. In contrast to his laidback posture his eyes were hard and unforgiving as he regarded me from across the room. Unease trickled like ice water through my veins.

"How long you gonna keep this up? You think just because you catch a bunch of bad guys it's gonna make up for the fact that deep down inside you're just a bad girl crying out for someone to teach you a lesson?"

Fuck... his words simmered in me as I maintained his challenging stare, wondering how to react. Was it a threat or something else? There wasn't a hint of any emotion evident to help me decide, just the knowledge that if he'd wanted me dead I wouldn't be standing here now, living and breathing.

"What sort of lesson?" I found myself saying, my curious desire overtaking the rational part of my mind that berated me for playing along with his game.

"Come here and I'll show you."

As he spoke he pulled the pistol free and reached over to lay it down on the table top nearby. My eyes flitted between it and him but I didn't move.

"Don't make me come over there Lyla."

The edge of threat in his voice spurred me into action and I slowly moved forwards, still clinging on to the fabric of my ruined dress, taking timid steps forward until I was within his reach. He shot a hand out and grabbed me roughly by the wrist, pulling me even closer and I stumbled forward, knocking into his leg.

"Sit right here," he ordered, pulling me down to his level so I was straddling his right thigh, a leg on either side.

My senses were in overdrive being this close to him, our bodies connected, his captivating gaze burning into me. My heart thudded as I tried to anticipate his next move and I watched as he reached up and pulled the tie from where it hung loosely around his neck, running it through his fingers.

"I know exactly what you need. Don't forget I've seen you. I know the kinda stuff you dream about."

His words stoked the fire already burning in me and I immediately felt resistance. I needed to try and hold on to that minuscule scrap that was left of the moral and righteous part of myself that seemed to be spiralling further and further away with each encounter.

"You don't know anything about me," I countered. "How could you?"

"Oh you'd be surprised," he answered, darting his hands forward to grab both of my wrists in a vice-like grip, forcing me to release my dress which now gaped wide open.

I could do nothing as he used the tie to bind my hands, pulling the material tight enough to make me wince. Then he raised up my bound wrists, slipping them over his head so they came to rest around his neck. I was close, much too close. And there was nothing I could do about it.

"There's nowhere to hide now," he said as if reading my thoughts.

My head was a fog as I tried to think straight and focus on something that wasn't him, but it was impossible. He filled every one of my senses. The musky scent of his cologne, the sounds of his deep measured breathing, his touch as I felt his hands slide on to my hips, the heat of his leg between my thighs. My heart raced so wildly I felt light-headed, intoxicated by him.

His fingers curled firmer around my hips and he suddenly pressed my body down, shifting his leg as he did, creating an unexpected friction that made me suck in a breath.

"All those guys you fuck, letting them use you like the dirty girl you are... not one of them satisfies you do they? Tell me... it's me you think of, isn't it?"

His questions caught me off guard. It was like he was looking into my darkest fantasies. And how could I answer truthfully? If I admitted my true feelings then I wouldn't be able to lie to myself anymore. And then what?

"That's not true!" I protested, but my voice came out breathy, my whole body pulsing with desire and arousal.

"Don't fucking lie to me," he warned. "You've dreamt of me fucking you haven't you? Pinning you up against the wall... my hands around your throat..."

His eyes darkened and his fingers dug into my hips, pushing my body down again as he clenched the muscles in his thigh, sending a shudder through my core which radiated out through my entire body. I was teetering on the edge of control, threatening to fall at any moment, turned on beyond belief.

A small smile flickered on his lips, knowledge and satisfaction of what this was doing to me. "Just admit it... it's that simple..."

I tried desperately not to react to the feel of his warm thigh solid between my legs, how the taut muscle felt rubbing against my sweet spot through the sheer lace of my underwear. He pushed and pulled at my hips, relentlessly again and again. A desperate whimper escaped me even though I tried to hold it back, my cheeks burning with shame.

His eyes simmered with a hunger that seemed to scorch my very soul. "Tell me what you want. I wanna hear you beg for it..."

And just like that something snapped and unravelled inside me. The words tumbled out of me, breathless and needy. "I want you... please... I fucking need you."

His eyes pooled with dark desire. "Good girl... but I don't think you're ready just yet. You're gonna have to work for it. Show me what you want."

He clutched my hips even harder but my body bucked of its own accord, grinding against him, the resulting friction on my sensitive clit so delicious that I closed my eyes and threw my head back. I felt Van's lips on my neck, kissing and sucking hard at my skin, his teeth grazing my flesh.

The sensation made me drive my hips even harder, and once I started I couldn't stop. I could feel the dampness pooling at the apex of my thighs and soaking my panties through, igniting my desire even more as I rolled my hips hard against him. Every fibre of my being was desperate and hungry and yearning. And all for him.

His name fell from my lips repeatedly like some kind of mantra as waves of pressure started to build in my core.

"Look at me!" He commanded. "Don't take your eyes off me."

One of his hands found its way to my hair as he roughly grabbed a fistful and leant in so he was just inches away.

My eyes flicked open to be met by his unrelenting gaze and I was caught there as my climax started to wash over me like a tidal wave, so powerful that I cried out, my whole body convulsing.

I was still shuddering with aftershocks as Van lunged forward, closing the small gap between us, kissing me fiercely and stealing my breath. I responded with the same passion, wild thoughts raging through my head like a hurricane.

He grasped my thighs, pulling my legs up around him so that I was fully straddling his lap, his kisses feverish as his lips left mine and made their way to my neck once more. I pressed myself into him with everything I had, feeling the unmistakeable stiffness of his arousal, coaxing a groan from him.

"Christ... what the fuck are you doing to me?"

I heard him growl into my neck, then suddenly he wrenched his mouth away, rising to his feet and lifting me easily in one swift motion.

He crossed quickly over to the bed, my legs still latched around his hips, my heart racing with anticipation as he bent forward to lay me down, but he didn't press himself into me like I was expecting. He slid my bound wrists from over his neck, hurriedly stepping back, the heat rapidly draining from his eyes as his expression began to harden.

"This wasn't supposed to happen," he muttered, the same conflicted look of anguish staining his features that I'd seen that night in my kitchen.

"But Van..." I began, my words cutting off abruptly as I watched him delve a hand inside his jacket, swiftly withdrawing a sharp flick-blade which caught the moonlight flooding in through the window as he held it up and started advancing on me.

I frantically scrambled backwards on the bed, whimpers of fear clawing their way up my throat. How could our impassioned embrace turn so quickly into this? I held my hands up in front of me in a feeble attempt to push him away, knowing full well that restrained as I was I would just have to accept my fate. "Please... please don't..."

He gripped one of my wrists and I screwed my eyes shut tight, waiting to feel the white hot pain of the blade, but all I felt was the tie loosening around my wrists as he cut it away.

"I think it's quite obvious by now that I don't want you harmed isn't it?"

His voice was the softest I'd ever heard it and my eyes flicked open to see him leaning over me on the bed. He allowed me a small smile but it didn't reach his eyes, there was sadness there, a resigned kind of look. Like he'd accepted the destiny his treacherous life afforded him.

I knew then what was coming. He'd have to slip away, he'd already lingered far too long and with each passing second the chances of him escaping dwindled. My heart twisted with an unexpected ache.

"What now? I don't... I don't know what to do... how to feel. Where do we go from here? It's... it's crazy... it's fucked up!" My voice sounded desperate. A sob burst from me suddenly and I swallowed it down, looking up at Van.

He'd already started backing away, that regret still lingering in his eyes. "Goodbye Lyla... and please... please don't come after me again. I don't know how much longer I can keep you safe."

And then he was gone, slipping through the door like a shadow, the only trace of him left the taste of him still on my lips.

[sometimesibewriting]

Bad Boys Never win

✨Summary: You go to Karakura Town High School a school known for gangs and delinquents. While leaving at the end of a school day you encounter trouble, that you believe you can handle but once that trouble starts it turns out to be more than you can handle

📃Wordcount: Around 3K

💙I saw the Bleach April Fools dating sim back in April and this idea popped into my head and I got to writing. I always loved this look on Uryu since the day I found the official art on Pinterest. So happy to see it redone in an anime-like style if if it was for an April Fool's joke.

❌Warnings: Cursing, violence against women, talk of blood and injuries.

❤️AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49720216

It was your decision not to get involved with the students of Karakura High, you just wanted to have peace. Little did you know keeping your head down and out of trouble made you a target.

Getting good grades gets people intrigued in you, but mix that with going out of your way to not interact with anyone, and people get the idea that you think you are better than them. Joining a gang was law here and not doing that also put you in the spotlight.

Your arms felt like they were going to fall off as you tried to scrub the profanity on the desk, “They really used a good marker this time.” You said to yourself as you dipped the rag in water again.

“You know my offer still stands.”

You rolled your eyes, Where did she even come from? You looked up to see Rukia Kuchiki, who was the leader of one of the most influential girl gangs in school.

Rukia jumped off the desk she was sitting on and stood in front of you looking down at the words. They were slightly smudging but she could still read them.

Ignoring her you scrubbed harder. "I'm offering you a helping hand. Join my group and I'll make sure stuff like this never happens." Rukia's tone was serious.

"What's the catch?" You weren’t interested but it wouldn’t hurt to entertain the idea, Rukia smirked. “Smart. I need a tutor and seeing as you are in the top Te-”

“Absolutely not.” You cut her off.

Rukia gave you a look that would scare most people as you dried the table the words weren't gone but they were now unreadable due to smudging. You threw the cloth over your shoulder and walked away struggling with the bucket. Rukia grabbed one side.

“My brother has been cutting my allowance due to my dropping grades but I do have money saved, I can pay you, and on top of that I can offer you protection.”

The last thing you needed was to be seen with Rukia Kuchiki, even if it was just to study. You paused as if thinking about her proposition. "I've been at this school two years I'm used to how the students treat me, protection is the least of my worries. I'm sorry but you'll have to find another tutor." 

Without another word, you grabbed the bucket from her and left the classroom.

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Despite it being late afternoon there were students lingering after school. You would think delinquents would want to leave the school grounds as soon as possible yet they stayed to do who knows what. You walked through the halls towards the back of the school as it was the faster path to take. A bunch of guys hung around a fence, you paid them no mind.

"Hey!" 

One of them shouted. You kept walking as if you didn't hear him almost reaching the exit, suddenly someone violently grabbed your arm. "Didn't hear me talking to you? Huh?" He sneered looking you all over, once he realized who you were he laughed. "You one of those top students ain't yah? Say we need help with homework care to come with us." He looked over to his group of friends who had devilish smiles on their faces.  "Will give you drinks as a thank you."

You took note of the white ties and school uniforms it was obviously Nnoitra and his group. They were known for forcing girls to date them and do other things. Just your luck. 

"Why does everyone suddenly need a tutor..." You said to yourself, taking your arm out of his grip and walking off once again.

"That wasn't something you could say no to." You knew he was coming at you. When Nnoitra reached you, you turned around and kicked him in the nuts he let out a sharp gasp. His whole team looked at you in shock.

"You should have seen that coming from a mile away."

These words broke them out of their shocked trance as they ran to grab you. It was pretty easy to dodge them all, with each dodge you made sure to back up closer to the exist. That was until one of his henchmen put his leg out behind you causing you to fall.

“Shit.”

Your skirt got caught on the fence ripping it slightly, thank god you wore safety shorts every day. 

"Girl with a smart mouth but no sense, I can't wait to shut you up. Fuck her up." Nnoitra said with wide-crazed eyes. He had somewhat recovered "I want the last hit as payback doe." You tried to get up but were pushed down every time. 

One of Nnoitra’s henchmen had you by the collar and was about to hit you. While you closed your eyes you traced back all of your decisions, trying to figure out where it all went wrong all while accepting the fact that they were going to beat you. You opened your eyes no punch ended up landing.

Instead, the guy fell to the ground screaming in pain. "Hurting a girl on school grounds, are you really that dumb?" You looked up and saw a guy with glasses and slick back hair. Of course, you recognized him from Kurosaki's gang but his name escaped you at the moment.

"Ishida." Nnoitra snorted. "My lucky day huh?" Ishida pushed up his glasses and then sighed. "Unfortunately it is not mine..." 

Uryu. Uryu Ishida. The name now comes to you had seen it on the grades listing, he was a top student, number one in fact.

"Make sure to get him and get him good," Nnoitra commanded. All three guys ran at Uryu, he took the book that was in his hands and threw it at the guy to his left causing him to fall. 

The guy in the middle came at him but he dodged it. Uryu was able to land a punch on him but the middle guy didn't go down.

A guy to Uryu's right slammed into his side but Uryu stayed standing. The guy then began punching him, Uryu lifted his leg and slammed it into him as the guy went to catch his breath causing him to fall to his knees and then lay down. A crowd of leftover students was now starting to form at the windows of the school. 

Sadly that left him open and Uryu got punched in the face. He staggered a bit his nose bleeding, he wiped it with his sleeve and went back to fighting. You were in awe at his fighting, Uryu really had skill. "I guess that's why he's in Kurosaki's gang." you thought as you watched.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you were picked up and slammed right into the fence. "I didn't forget about you," Nnorita yelled at you. He raised his leg to kick, knowing exactly where he was aiming you put up your hand to block the blow.

Nnorita staggered a little and then slumped over you, blood could be seen falling from his head. "Who da..." He healed his head and turned around. All his henchmen were on the dirt-filled school grounds, and Uryu stood right behind him. 

"You wanna leave the damn girl alone?" He fixed his glasses so they now lay straight on his face. Nnorita turned around with a scream and went to punch him. Uryu dodged it but it was a fake out and he was hit with Nnorita's left, the blow landing on his stomach causing Uryu to fall to his knees. As he went down Nnorita kicked him in the same place. Uryu was trying hard to catch his breath it also sounded like he was trying not to bring up his lunch as well.

Nnorita turned back to you putting his hands around your neck and squeezing. Was he serious? He was really trying to kill you on school grounds.  You wasted no time taking a finger from each of his hands and bending it backward, breaking both of them. The pain was so severe that Nnorita had to lean his shoulder on the fence for support, he let out a roar. 

Nnorita was in a lot of pain and he wasn’t fighting back. Uryu took this opportunity to get up from the ground. He picked Nnorita up by his collar slamming him against the fence. "I don't want to see you or your group hurt a girl on school grounds ever again. If I do I'll make sure you won't recover." Uryu’s voice was straightforward and stern but it did not scare you.

Nnorita shook his head in agreement, only to be slammed back into the fence, a whimper escaping his lips. "I need you to say it." Nnorita shook his head again and in a raspy voice said, "I promise...I promise to not hurt a girl on school grounds again, you have my word." With that, Uryu dropped him and walked to pick up his book. He brushed it off. "Glad I didn't bring a library book today..." 

The crowd that had formed at the school windows broke away as if nothing had happened. Uryu turned to look at you, your legs didn't move even though your mind wanted them to. He looked you up and down as he walked. He squatted in front of you causing you to flinch. "Didn't mean to startle you but your skirt's ripped." He said looking it over.

"Oh." Your cheeks warmed up as you looked down at the tare in his hands, he stood up. "I can fix it for you, that is…if you want me to.” He looked away pushing his glasses up his beatup face.

"You-you don't have to I think you did enough."

"You could also use some first aid."

That was when you noticed that you had some scrapes and cuts, his wounds seemed to be way worse than yours though. Bruised up face, a cut lip, and dried blood resting under his nose his breathing was also still staggered. It was a miracle he was still standing.

"I think you need it more than I do. In fact, we should probably get you to a hospital."

"I am definitely not going to the hospital," Uryu said with a tone that sent a chill down your spine. "We can go to the infirmary. I shouldn’t have a problem getting a key." He simply stated with a cold tone.

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You sat on a cot looking around the infirmary as Uryu walked around the room grabbing things in complete silence. He stopped in front of you and extended his hand, a pair of gym pants in it.

"Here change into these so I can fix the skirt."

This was awkward, so awkward.

You closed the curtain and changed into the sweatpants, then handed him the skirt. Uryu pulled out a mini sewing kit from his uniform pocket. "You...carry around a sewing kit?" Curiosity and confusion mixed as you spoke. 

"Am I not allowed to?" He said as he began pinning up the skirt. 

"I didn't say that it's just-"

"That you wouldn't expect me to be into sewing." Uryu shot a glance at you as he finished your sentence. You felt as if you said something wrong. To distract yourself from the weird atmosphere you began to patch yourself up.

Ironically you both finished at the same time, he handed you the skirt and you looked it over, it was almost like there was never a tare he really had talent. 

 "You're welcome. Make sure to return the sweatpants tomorrow." He began to pack up his mini sewing kit.

"Wait..." He hummed in response. "Aren't you going to patch yourself up?" You asked. "I can do that when I get home." He simply answered. 

That was when you walked up to him, Uryu looked at you puzzled, and without warning you put both hands on the side of his face. His cheeks turned red but this went unnoticed by you as the bruises hid the color. 

"Isn't your mom going to say something when she sees this?”

“My mom…’ Uryu whispered to himself, his whole expression changing. It was obvious that you had brought up something. You cursed yourself for that and searched your mind to change the subject to something else.

'Why don't I patch you up?" He took your hands off his face. "Absolutely not!"

"It's my thank you. You saved me from a creep and sewed up my skirt. It's the least I can do."

"Well, I-"

You cut him off. "You never took off your glasses during the fight, so I can assume you can't see the best without them. You're going to have to take them off to patch yourself up. You're not going to be able to see what you're doing. Am I right?"

Uryu sighed slightly annoyed. "Your quiet observant..."

"It doesn't take that many brain cells to figure out your blind." Uryu pushed up his glasses. "I'm not blind, I just can't see that well without something to correct my vision." He closed his eyes thinking, then reopened them a few seconds later. "I don't have much homework to do, so I guess it's fine."

Without any hesitation, you grabbed the first aid kit and he sat down taking off his glasses. You walked up and put your hand on his face moving it around gently. “Has anyone ever told you that you have a nice facial structure? You should model." You dabbed the bloody spots with the soaked cotton swob.

"No, nor do I have an interest in such a thing."

"Lost cause." You tossed the cotton swab and grabbed another one putting alcohol on it, this time you dabbed it on the cut on his nose. His eyebrows frowned but his straight face remained causing you to chuckle.

"What's so funny?”' He asked nonchalantly. "You trying to keep a straight face like you have an image to uphold."

"I kind of do." 

"Oh really." You threw the cotton swab in the trash can and placed a bandaid on the cut. “I am a part of Kurosaki’s gang, I kind of have to look tough in order to not bring down their representation.” You walked away and came back with an ice pack in hand. 

“I promise not to tell anyone if you whine or whimper.” You sarcastically said placing the ice pack on his face. "Didn’t know the gang was that well known.”

"You didn't?” He looked at you with an air of suspicion. “I don’t have much interest in the gang life here. I’m not even a part of one. I just want to graduate and move on with my life.”

Uryu raised an eyebrow at you, finding interest in what you had said. “So…that means you have no protection here.” He he lifted his hand but quickly put it back down as he remembered he had no glasses on.

"I'm surviving. All they do is bully me for being stuck up. The worst is they spread a rumor but those die down after a few days." He was looking at you, your eyes beginning to water.

You wondered why they did that, you didn’t care what they did to you but for some reason saying it out loud made you feel…empty and alone. Your face was blurry to him but he could tell you were upset. Uryu put his hand on yours as you held the ice pack.

“Dosn’t it get lonely?” He asked knowing exactly what loneliness felt like, she had no one, and that had him concerned. Uryu knew how it felt to be belittled and have no one to go to or talk to. That road was empty and endless, that was how he ended up at this school despite his good grades. Even though he was at odds with them sometimes, if he didn’t join Kurosaki’s gang, where would he be? Probably in and out of jail and forgotten by his father.

You stayed silent not wanting to answer his question, he spoke. “I understand that feeling too well, you should definitely talk to someone. I know this is out of place for me but if you ever feel lonely you can come and talk to me if I have time."

“Uryu…” You said in a whisper.

He looked up at you with wide eyes.

"Your kind of... crushing my hand,” That was when he noticed that he had a hard grip on your hand. “Sor-sorry.” He stuttered and took his hand off of yours, you also removed yours causing the ice pack to drop.

"I got it." Uryu beat you to it but hit his head on the table on his way back up. “Damn.” He said as placed the ice pack on his head, you tried to hide your laugh but couldn't, bursting into laughter. Despite the new pain he ended up smiling cause you weren’t upset anymore.

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By the time you both walked out of the school, the sky was a deep blue and the streetlights were on. “Do you mind if I walk you home?” Uryu asked. You looked taken aback, he cleared his throat. 

“It’s late. I don’t think it’s smart to let you walk home on your own. Especially after what happened today.” He explained, you looked at him with a smile. “I wouldn’t mind.”  

The walk wasn’t that eventful, you asked him questions here and there but his answers were quick and abrupt. Uryu didn’t talk much either it was mainly you starting conversations. Despite this, it didn’t feel all that long and you were almost home.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Uryu pushed up his glasses. "Seeing as you've been asking them all evening I guess I wouldn't mind another."  For some reason, you found the way he talked endearing, though most people would see it as rude. 

“Why did you help me today?" Uryu looked up at the dark sky. "Do I need a reason to protect someone?"

You shrugged at his answer, and he sighed. “Well, beating up a girl for refusing advances is quite gross. They needed some sense beat into them.”

“Thank you.” You blurted out, he looked at you straight-faced.

“There's no need for that, it's just common sense."

"I mean, you could have just left me after you won yet you took time to fix my skirt and see if I was okay, that was sweet of you."

"Sweet of me," Uryu said to himself, a rosey tint forming on his cheeks. “Oh, we're here.” You said looking at the apartment complex. 

"Thanks again," you repeated snapping him out of his trance. You turned toward the stairs away from him and turned right back. "Do you...mind if I get your number?” 

Uryu looked at you wide-eyed. "My number?" Confusion could be heard in his voice. “You said you understood the feeling of being lonely so I thought…maybe we can exchange numbers, so if we ever felt lonely we could just text each other.” You played with the strap of your bag.

You just met this guy and now you were asking for his number. While every fiber of your being wanted to crawl under a rock. Something made you determined to stay in touch with the young man.

“I guess..it couldn’t hurt.” He answered as he took out his phone. “I will warn you that I might take time to answer back. I still have school duties as a class president.” 

“Really?!?! I didn’t know you were president of your class.” You looked at him with shock, Uryu smiled at you. “I see you truly don’t keep up with what happens at this school.” Both of you exchanged numbers and bid each other a good night.

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Uryu sat on his bed staring at your contact on his phone. He was wracking his head around today's events. How he met you and how you just blatantly asked for his number.

It was all very random but it made him happy. It was a weird and new feeling for him but he welcomed it. The phone he held in his hand vibrated, he flipped it open and read the text immediately;

Srry for the late reply. Glad you got home safe, hope to see you soon.

He closed the phone with a smile on his face.

[supernaturalstilinski]

You don’t understand

Pair: Joel Miller x F!reader

Warnings: angst,fluff, joel being a dick, female reader, y/n usage, child loss,cussing. Not much else

You meet Joel a couple years into the apocalypse and life since has been rocky. It wasn’t that you didn’t get along with Joel but you always felt like a burden to him. He rarely talks to you. It didn’t bother you that much. You just continued to follow. Two years after knowing Joel he finally told you about his daughter. You wanted to tell him you understood but he walked off not giving you a chance to tell him why you understood.

“Joel, Joel! Slow down!” You yell trying to catch up to his quick pace. Joel suddenly stops causing you to run right into his back. “. Sarah was all I had left. She died in my arms, they fucking shot her. They killed her and I couldn’t do anything besides watch her die. So no you don’t understand,you’ll never understand.” He sighs continuing to walk away from you before you could say anything.

~Few hours later~

You guys end up finding an empty cave to rest for the night. Setting your bag down you mumble a soft “I’ll take first shift” before walking away to the front of the cave. Joel watches you for a moment before turning over to his side and falling asleep.

After a couple hours of sleep Joel wakes up to see you standing in the same spot but a small blanket around you. He gets up and walks over to you and clears his throat letting you know he’s there. Turning around you look at him. “Ready to switch already?” Nodding he takes the rifle from your hands before asking the question you dreaded. “Whose blanket is that?”

Looking down at your son’s baby blanket you start to tear up. “ it’s my son’s blanket..” you reply looking up at him. “Where is he?” Joel couldn’t help but ask. He knew he shouldn’t have it’s not his business but his mouth was faster than his brain. “ It’s not like it matters right? I’ll never understand losing a child? Right Joel.” You sneer at him feeling angry that he even bright it up. “ I’m sorry I didn’t realize…I didn’t mean to-” “didn’t mean to what Joel. Come on spit it out.” You step closer to him feeling a bunch of anger hitting you all at once. “Fine you don’t want to say anything. I will. He was 5, I was with a small group that traveled around a lot. At first everything was fine except one day they decided to go through this building that they “checked”. You say in quotation marks tearing up while telling him. “ They didn’t check shit. We ran, but clickers where everywhere. One of them grabbed him from my arms. I couldn’t do anything. My group pulled me away but I fought them off until I got to my son. I ran with him in my arms. I knew he was bit but I didn’t let him go I couldn’t.” You paused looking up at him.

“He was only 5 Joel..I had to…I wouldn’t let anyone else do it..I killed him..I killed my son.” You finally finish before collapsing. You feel Joel wrap his arms around you. Catching you before you hit the ground. “ I’m sorry, im so sorry. I didn’t know.” Holding you tight he whispers apology after apology. After a few minutes he doesn’t hear anything from you, he looks down at your figure, realizing you finally fell asleep. Picking you up he brings you over to his makeshift bed and pulls the covers over you before leaning down and kissing your head.

Guilt… that’s all he feels. Why did he push it? He didn’t know what went on in your life. Why did he think it was okay. Fuck. He feels like a complete dick. Rubbing his hands down his face, he sighs looking at you sleeping so peacefully.

In that moment he knew that he wanted to be wherever you would be.

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[tennessoui]

“You’re such a bitch.” Would love it if you could make it work in the Cheating AU (cosss I'm obsesssssedd with it).

Ideally Anakin saying it to Obi-Wan, but doesn'tneed to be, whatever inspires you 💙.

hey hi hello!!! ok so this is set in the cheating au (gffa au where obi-wan and anakin cheat on their partners---satine, who knows and doesn't care and padmé who doesn't know and will definitely care---to be with one another), and i'd go into detail about the timeline more, but actually I think the characters pretty much say everything you need to know. In my mind this is about three months before Anakin gets hurt and obi-wan makes him choose between his wife and him.

(2k) (cw: infidelity, jealousy, asshole behavior from obikin)

The twi’lek waitress keeps making eyes at Obi-Wan and the man is letting her. His wife is right there, next to him.

Anakin is right across from him while he gently touches the server’s wrist, compliments the length and coloring of her lekku, refers to her by her name that he remembers—Niv’era—and laughs over jokes she hasn’t even really said. 

It’s all very disgusting, and it’s even worse when Anakin catches Satine’s eye from across the table. She has the most annoying knowing look, and Anakin blanches beneath it. He hates that for a second, they’re in the same sort of twisted club. In love with a man who is an incorrigible flirt.

Well, Satine has said many times she feels no romantic inclination towards her husband. Anakin just can’t believe that’s true.

It’s Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan, who has taken a singular bite out of his correllian beef tenderloin and has stopped Niv’era on her way past the table to praise her for the suggestion, as if she personally cooked it herself. She probably can’t even cook. She looks younger than Anakin’s children, and they’re three.

Padmé shifts next to him, setting her fork down and placing her hand over his own fisted hand, as if trying to soothe him.

The movement catches Obi-Wan’s eye, and he pauses for a second before he continues, even louder and more flirtatious than before, running a hand through his hair with a roguish grin as the star-struck child of a server tells him about the last time she visited Stewjon and what she did there with her family.

Out of some unpleasant and nameless emotion, Anakin flips his hand over and intertwines his fingers with his wife. He can feel her wedding band against his knuckle. Anakin had forgotten to wear his ring. He usually does these days when he knows he’ll see Obi-Wan.

“Your anniversary is coming up, no?” Satine asks. Anakin glares at her, but she simply smiles in return. Bitch.

“In two weeks,” Padmé says, taking a tiny sip of her plum wine. Obi-Wan’s whiskey is untouched on the table before him. He’s finally dismissed the waitress and has turned his attention fully back to them.

Anakin fights a sneer and wonders if in a few nights, Obi-Wan will come back alone to this restaurant, ask the girl for a tour of the place, push her into a closet and coax her into breaking her marriage vows for the chance to lick the taste of whiskey out of his mouth. She probably wouldn’t say no.

Anakin hadn’t.

“And how many years will that be?” Satine asks, nibbling at the edge of a crust of bread. “Five? No. Six?”

“Six,” Padmé agrees. “We married very young.”

Anakin had married very young. Padmé had married at a respectable age.

“Six years, wow,” the blonde woman says with a tiny shake of her head. She raises her wine glass. “Here’s to six years of love and commitment. May there be many more.”

Padmé laughs and raises her own glass, tilting her head up to look at Anakin. She’s probably expecting a kiss from her husband. Anakin is hardly her husband anymore, and he is absolutely not the man she married.

Obi-Wan raises his own glass and tossses the entirety of the contents back in one go. “You’re such a bitch,” he tells Satine, pushing away from the table. “Excuse me.”

Padmé’s hand has fluttered to her mouth in shock at the words, eyes wide and quickly turning angry for the sake of her friend. “That was absolutely out of line, I’m sorry, Satine.”

“Oh, it’s alright,” Satine looks amused more than anything. “We’re all tense over the elections.”

“There’s no need for that level of disrespect though,” Padmé declares. Anakin knows he should say something, fall in line with his wife and agree. But Padmé doesn’t have all the information. Satine was being a bitch, and she’s the only one at the table who doesn’t know it or understand why.

 “I know you two have an…unconventional marriage—” it’s no secret among friends that the Kenobi-Kryzes have an open marriage, something Padmé has never been able to fully understand— “but if my husband talked to me like that in a serious manner, I would divorce him on the spot.”

She looks at him and he nods because he’s supposed to nod. He’s supposed to find the threat slightly funny, and agree that he would never do something so uncouth like that.

But all he can think is, Promise?

“I’m going to go check on him,” he says, standing and putting his napkin on the table. He can’t spot the waitress either and now he’s thinking the worst. His chest is tight. If he finds Obi-Wan and he’s kissing someone else, Anakin doesn’t know what he’ll do.

It feels like it would be a betrayal. Of them. Their relationship.

But aren’t they both betrayers already? Obi-Wan’s marriage wasn’t open until three years ago, when Satine had declared to the pair of them that she wanted to have just as much liberty to take other partners as Obi-Wan apparently thought he had. And, she’d said, having an open marriage meant that she wouldn’t have to hide it. Unlike Obi-Wan and Anakin.

And Anakin and Padmé’s marriage….It was not always what it is now. The guilt should eat him alive and sometimes when he’s in the fresher, washing off the scent of Obi-Wan before his wife comes home, it does.

Most of the time though, it’s not there anymore at all. It’s been four years, sneaking around with Obi-Wan. He’s addicted.

Addicts can’t let guilt consume them. That’s what the addiction is for.

Padmé has slid over to his chair to grasp at Satine’s hand. She’ll probably have a long fiery speech prepared for Obi-Wan when he gets back. Suddenly Anakin doesn’t want to hear it. 

For a brief second, he wishes he could just find Obi-Wan and leave the restaurant all together. Leave the planet. Run off into the stars.

He looks at the back of his wife’s head. She’d spent an hour styling her hair in the fresher mirror before coming out tonight. He’d been asked to hold certain pieces in place as she pinned them. In the early days of their marriage, which was also the early days of their relationship, he’d been humbled and awed to be invited into such a precious domestic scene. Tonight, he’d only felt vaguely irritated that she cared so much and that her caring had made them late, which meant minutes where Obi-Wan and Satine were alone at a restaurant like they’ve been for years before.

Anakin stares at the back of her head and feels the words rise into his mouth. You’re such a bitch, he imagines telling her. He wants to tell her.

But more than that, he wants the words to be true, and he knows they are not. He’d married a kindhearted woman with a soul just as beautiful as she is. And yet.

And yet.

Obi-Wan is in the restaurant’s fresher. It’s deserted otherwise, which is good because Anakin is fuming and he’s feeling reckless and as soon as Obi-Wan turns to look at him, he pushes him up against the edge of the sink.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” he snarls and Obi-Wan’s hands immediately come up to fist into Anakin’s dress tunics, mess them up. Pull him closer. It’s always about closeness with Obi-Wan. 

“I’m an asshole? What was I supposed to do, listen to your wife talk about your fucking facade of a marriage until the desserts course?” Obi-Wan spits right back. “You’re a fucking—”

Anakin kisses him to shut him up. It’s angry and too much so fast, too much teeth and spit and Obi-Wan is kissing him like he’s trying to draw blood, like the only reason he’s kissing him is so that they’ll go back to the table and his wife will notice Anakin’s red lips and ask what happened.

The thought that Obi-Wan is kissing him for any other reason than because he loves him—he knows he does, he’s said—makes him even more furious. He rips himself away as quickly as he’d attacked.

Obi-Wan is breathing heavily against the sink.

“Don’t fucking flirt with the waitress in front of me,” Anakin says as calmly as he’s capable of. He catches sight of himself in the mirror behind Obi-Wan, and he doesn’t even recognize himself. His eyes are dark and his mouth is red and his chest is heaving.

“Don’t fucking hold hands with your wife in front of me,” Obi-Wan shoots back like he has any right to demand that from Anakin, any right at all to dictate his relationship with his wife.

It makes Anakin let out a crazed sort of laugh and he scrubs his hands over his face, through his hair. “Fuck, Obi-Wan. What the fuck are we doing? This…this is too much. This—”

He cuts himself off because Obi-Wan has stepped forward, into his space. It’s dangerous and it’s perfect and half of Anakin wants to pull him closer. The other part wants to push him away. That part has never won, and Anakin doesn’t think tonight will be the night it suddenly does.

Carefully, almost apologetically, Obi-Wan fixes the lay of Anakin’s tunics, covers him up and makes him presentable. His hands move just as gently up to his hair to comb it into place. Anakin shivers and lets him. This side of Obi-Wan is addicting as well.

After he’s been fixed and fawned over, Obi-Wan’s hands come to the back of his neck and rest there. For a second, Anakin thinks that he’s going to rise up on his toes and kiss him. Instead there’s fumbling and then Obi-Wan lifts the necklace Anakin is wearing off his neck.

Anakin thinks he needs to stop him. After all, it had been Obi-Wan who had given the jappor snippet back to him in the first place two years ago, telling him that there was no way his wife wouldn’t notice.

“Why don’t you keep this for me?” He’d said. “Wear it around your neck, tell your wife you’ve just been missing Tatooine. It wouldn’t be a lie. We’d just be the only two that knows what it means.”

The symbol on the pendant that Obi-Wan turns to fasten around his own neck means homesick. He’d carved it for the man after a month and a half of not being able to see each other. He’d—it’d been hard. It’d felt impossible, it’d felt wrong. Homesick for Obi-Wan.

When Padmé had noticed the new addition to her husband’s wardrobe, she’d asked what it meant. After all, he’d given her one all those years ago, a snippet he carved that meant good fortune. “We’ll match,” she’d said with a charming giggle, showing him the bracelet she’d fastened the snippet into. “And let’s see about visiting Tatooine soon.”

What neither Padmé nor Obi-Wan had understood, of course, was that on Tatooine, nothing was more important than one’s home. A place for family. A place to shelter from the elements. Safety and comfort and love wrapped in one.

On Tatooine, the symbol for homesick had five lines diverging from the middle and curling around themselves in a knot to leave an empty circle.

The pendant around Obi-Wan’s neck right now has the same design, but the circle is filled in. This symbol means, simply, home.

“This is mine,” Obi-Wan tells him. They both know they’re not just talking about the pendant. “I’ll remember if you do.”

Anakin wishes he could bring himself to forget, but it’s impossible. Obi-Wan makes it impossible just by being in the same room.

Later that night as he’s getting ready for bed, Padmé asks him what happened to his pendant.

“Must have slipped off some time during dinner,” he tells her. 

“Oh, that’s such a shame! You should call the restaurant tomorrow morning and see if they’ve found it. I know you were attached to it.”

“Yeah,” he says. “I will.” You’re such a bitch, he wants to say. But it’s not true. It’s not true and he can’t hurt her like that, not when he’s already hurting her in other ways. Ways she doesn’t even know about yet.

Yet.

[metalbuckaroo]

I just want to be bent over dilf Bucky’s lap while he fingers me and forces me to look at dilf Steve

SUMMARY// Bucky and Steve come up with a plan where you don't have to choose

WARNINGS// smut, unprotected sex (don't do it), oral (m receiving), light cockwarming, fingering, yep bucky still has a bit of a filthy mouth, age gap (reader mid 20s, bucky and Steve late 30s), that may be it

AU// dilf!Bucky x f!Reader ft. Dilf!Steve x f!Reader

NOTE// I just had to expand on this 🥴🥴 18+ ONLY

Bucky had his eye on you the moment you moved in next door, but, so did Steve.

You could've swore they would purposely wait for you to come outside before they went on their morning runs or mowed the lawn. Which, you didn't complain.

Looking up from your garden or a book you were reading on your porch to see the blonde and brunette men shirtless in athletic shorts doing their day to day activies. Mowing, playing in their yard with their kids, taking out trash, or jogging pass your house with a wave.

Both over six foot with cut muscles and sparkling blue eyes that made you melt every time you'd look into them.

You didn't try to hide your wandering eyes and neither did they.

Bucky would lean his metal and flesh forearms on the wooden fence that separated his backyard from yours when he'd catch you sweeping the leaves from the back porch, or picking up trash the neighborhood cats had dragged out. Sparking some kind of conversation to watch as you'd lean over to pick something up.

Steve unable to keep himself from wandering into your front yard from across the street when he'd see you pulling the weeds from around the flowers in front of your porch.

But, this time was different. Bucky leaned against your handrail on the stairs as his ex-wife pulled away with his son and daughter for the weekend, a sneer sent in your direction from the gorgeous woman in the driver seat when she passed by.

"Steve and I are ordering take out, wanna join? Gets pretty boring when both of our kids are gone for the weekend." Bucky offered, his eyes trailing up the part of your thighs when you crossed one leg over the other. Getting a glimpse of the light blue panties that matched the color of your sundress.

"You sure? I don't wanna intrude on any of your quiet time." You said with a light laugh. "I insist. The company of someone else rather than each other would be nice."

"Every single mom in this neighborhood is nipping at your tail, and you're asking me?" You narrowed your eyes jokingly at him as you leaned forward slightly. Bucky getting a clear view of the cleavage that peaked out of the neckline of your sundress, flashing his pearly whites in a charming smile. "You're the sweetest around."

💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙

"Thank you for having me." You told Bucky as you helped to clean up the empty boxes from the take out. "Thank you, for bringing the amazing brownies." Steve grinned, snagging another one from the plate that sat on the counter.

Your breath caught in your throat when Bucky's heavy left hand rested on the small of your back, his lips nearly brushing your ear when he leaned to talk to you. "I'd like something a little sweeter though. If you'll let me." He hummed, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

Both of the sturdy men had been extra flirty and handsy throughout the evening, every word and movement that was meant in a flirtatious way making your heart race and stomach flip.

You turned your head to look at the brunette when his hand traveled lower. "You have company." You murmured, chewing the inside of your cheek.

He gave a nonchalant shrug of his shoulder and glanced at Steve who stood on the other side of the island counter. "Steve and I have been friends for years. I don't mind, if you do. I know he doesn't."

Steve gave a gentle smile when you looked at him. The two men having already talked over the plan to see which one you wanted more. Or if you even wanted to chose.

"We talked it over before you came, no need to make a pretty girl like you choose. Not when both of us want you." Steve's sulty tone sent an excited shiver down your spine. "Y-yeah, ok." You swallowed thickly, nodding your head.

"Let's go to the room, sugar." Bucky nodded his head towards the stairs, gesturing for you and Steve to follow behind him.

The excitement in your veins caused goosebumps to rise on your skin once you'd entered Bucky's bedroom. Steve pulling the desk chair out to sit in.

"How many girls have you done this with before?" You asked, curiosity getting the best of you as Bucky sat on the end of his large bed, pulling you to stand in front of him.

"Just you; never really had an interest in the same girl until you came along." He said, the coolness of his left hand on the outside of your thigh sending a shiver down your spine. Contrasting from the warmth of his right on your other thigh.

You bit back a moan when his fingers ghosted up the inside of your thigh to trace a teasing line up and down the cotton fabric that covered your folds.

"Already wet, c'mere." Bucky rasped, pulling you so you were bent over his lap to flip the skirt of your dress up. "Keep looking at him, sugar."

Your eyes locked with Steve's as he unzipped his jeans, pulling his cock out to fist over himself. Bucky's hand massaged over the swell of your ass before you felt your underwear being pushed to the side, a long, thick finger easing into you.

A desperate moan passed your lips when he curled the digit into your gspot, a low groan rumbling from Bucky's chest when your walls squeezed his finger before he added a second.

"Keep 'em open." Steve cooed when your eyes started to close from the shocks of pleasure surging down your thighs the steady pace of Bucky's fingers stroking your walls caused.

Bucky couldn't take his eyes off of the glisten of your cunt, his fingers coated in your slick as you walls clenched around the digits.

You were so close, teetering on the edge of pure bliss as you whimpered and moaned- Bucky suddenly stopping.

"You're gonna cum on my cock, honey. Don't you worry." Bucky said when you whined a quiet 'wait'. Shifting around until his jeans and briefs were pushed down enough to free his throbbing erection, having you stand with your back towards him so he could tug your underwear down your legs to pool at your ankles.

Bucky sent Steve a look when your tongue jutted across your lips at the sight of his swollen tip that was leaking precum, the blonde standing as Bucky tugged you to stand between his legs again.

"This is gonna be so much fun." Bucky breathed, pulling to you back to his lap, keeping your hips lifted enough to prod at your entrance with his thick tip. "Please, Buck. Don't tease." You whined.

It was like something pulled directly from one of your wet dreams. Grinding against Bucky as your walls stretched around the thickness of his cock, Steve thrusting into your mouth from in front of you as you moaned around him; having never felt so full before as your head spun from excitement and pleasure.

"Should'a done this long ago. Huh, Steve?" Bucky panted, pulling the front of your dress down so your breasts would spill out. "Definitely." Steve agreed, his hand resting on the back of your head as you looked up at him through your lashes. One of the most beautiful sights Steve had seen in a long time.

"So tight and wet, best I've pussy ever been in." Bucky was struggling to keep his composure. To keep himself from pressing your front into the mattress and slam into you repeatedly until you whimpered and writhed under him.

But, he wanted his best friend to have his fun too. That was part of the plan and so far, you had been agreeing to every part of it.

"If you don't stop wiggling, I'm gonna pull out." The authority in Bucky's voice made you whimper. Your walls clenching around him as you leaked around him.

"Goddamn- you're so fucking good." Steve groaned when your teeth grazed the throbbing vein that ran along the underside of his cock. His eyes casted down on the way you swallowed him to his base. Bucky groping at your chest, pinching and tugging at your nipples.

You pulled off of Steve for a moment, stroking his shaft as you swiveled your hips. Shamelessly moaning and panting, Steve couldn't take much more. He could feel the tightening in his balls at the sight of you taking both him and Bucky.

"Open up." He panted replacing your hand with his own to tap his tip to your lips. Sighing happily when they parted for him to slip back into the warmth of your mouth.

"Next time, we'll switch." Bucky suggested, Steve nodding as your head bobbed on him. His grip on the back of your neck tightening a little as hot spurts of his release shot into your mouth. A guttural moan pulling from his chest.

Steve leaned down to catch your lips in his after you swallowed, moaning softly as his tongue slipped into your mouth. "As long as that's okay with you, honey." He purred. "Yes-" you breathed, looking up at the flush faced blonde. "Perfect."

Steve left the room after tucking himself back into his pants, Bucky wanting a new angle to properly fuck you. "Let me take care of you." He rasped, tugging the zipper of your dress down.

Standing, you let the dress fall to pool at your feet, Bucky sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he tugged his shirt off and shoved his jeans the rest of the way down his legs.

Bucky settled himself between your legs once you had laid on his plush mattress, your lips latching to the sweet spot just under his scruffy jaw as his tip teased your clit.

"C'mon, Buck." You huffed, moving your hand down to where his was wrapped around his veiny shaft.

Your hands flew to grip onto his sides when he slammed into you, the breathy moan that passed your lips making Bucky stop for a moment to get ahold of his composure again.

His hips rocked into yours, cock dragging against every sweet spot as your hands clung to his shoulders. Your head caged between metal and flesh forearms as his lips locked with yours, swallowing the breathy sounds you made.

"Dunno how I'm gonna keep from getting jealous sometimes, sweetheart. Feels s'good, already squeezing my cock." He panted, lips brushing yours as he talked. "I'm ok with sharing though." He smirked, sitting up so he was sat on his knees, lifting your hips slightly before picking up the pace of his thrusts.

Your back arched off of the mattress, eyes squeezing shut and hands moving to his wrists as they gripped your hips. The relentless pace knocking the air from your lungs as your jaw went slack.

"Fuck, Bucky-" you mewled, the change in angle letting him fuck into the sensitive spot deepest in your walls. The pressure in your lower belly cresting higher and higher before warmth spread through your veins, your mind fogging over for a moment as he fucked you through your orgasm.

"Gonna cum, sweets. Oh, fuck- you feel so good." Bucky groaned, the muscles in his abdomen tensing. "Cum in me, Buck. Please." You whimpered, hooking your ankles together behind his back when his body bent over yours again.

Bucky's features softened, the thought of filling you with his spend making his hips stutter. "You sure?"

"Yeah, it's ok. Just don't stop, please." You nearly whined, lacing your fingers in the back of his short hair.

His arm went under your back to hold you closer to his sweat chest, his face nuzzling the crook of your neck as his hips rutted into you. Muffling the raspy moans and pants as his movements stopped, ropes of thick release painting your velvety walls with each throb of his cock.

Moving his arm from under your back, Bucky peppered kisses up your neck and across your jaw to your lips. Your hands holding his scratchy cheeks as your tongue pressed against his, pecking a couple more kisses to your lips before slipping from between your thighs, fully sated.

After dressing, the two of you went to find Steve back in the kitchen. Brownie in hand as he leaned back against the counter, pants still undone and a playful smile on his lips. "Gonna have to do that more often."

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[the-hellhounds]

Taeyong's Birthday Party

Walking around the club that the hounds had rented for their leader, Taeyong kept looking around for his friend. A cold beer held tightly in his hand while his eyes scanned around the entrance for them.

"Still waiting for your bunny friend?" Ten asked with a clap to his back once he arrived next to his hyung at the open bar.

"Yeah..."

"Just give her a call. Bet she's running late." He tells him, seeing him crane his neck again as another one of the mates of the younger hounds arrived. A sigh leaving Taeyong.

Taking his brand new phone out, courtesy of Jaemin gifting it to him. He makes the call to his friend, walking away where he could hear her.

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On the dance floor, Haechan held a six month old Minjun in his arms. Dancing around with him while Renjun glared at him for having taken his dance partner away from him.

"Oh stop your death glares, Injun. He's my son. I get to dance with him more." Haechan grinned, his lips pressing a kiss to his son on the cheek as he twirls him in his arms.

Renjun scoffed. "That's because I kept taking care of him while you were look for lovers." He argued before his mate came along to whisk him away.

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During his call with his friend, Taeyong sighed until he heard someone call for him from the entrance. His eyes lighting up once he saw her. "Bunny!" He smiled rushing over to her, pushing Jeno and Kai out of his way.

"Hyung-"

"The fuck-"

Ignoring them, he hugs his bunny friend. Lifting her up in her arms, forgetting that she was scented by another. "You came. I thought you said that you couldn't come?" He asks placing her back down, guiding her to the bar where he ordered for them. He couldn't just tell her that he had developed feelings for her. After all, it was his birthday and he didn't want to get his heart broken in case she said no to him.

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"I swear to fucking hell, that if they get near our mates, I'm going to fucking lose my fucking mind." Mark sneered at the table he was sat at with Jaemin, Chenle, Lucas, Kun and Johnny. His glass of whiskey slamming on the wooden table after downing it all.

"All I can say is, good luck." Johnny chuckled.

"Same. We don't have mates, so we could care less." Lucas chimed in as he looked over to where the four original hounds were huddled in the opposite side of the club.

All the hounds that had mates and love interests were told to be away from them, Haechan basically having to horde them away while having a death glare battle with Baekhyun when he had glanced at the female love interest of his.

"Mark Hyung, chill. It's not like they can steal our mates-" Chenle goes to say when Kai comes over and gives him a look.

"I literally kidnapped two people before. One being Taeyong's friend." He says with a thumb thrown over his shoulder. "Don't doubt those fuckers won't be able to steal your princess, Lele."

"Fuck."

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As the party went on and the hounds started to get drunk after almost emptying the bar, Taeyong hung on the shoulder of his bunny friend while he gave his thanks to everyone for attending. "Thanks...for uh..." He smiled drunk and dazed, his friend telling him to stop drinking. "Thanks for my birthday party!" He yelled, making everyone cheer and root for him. His cheeks having gone so pink, hundreds of glasses of alcohol being downed in his system. He felt so drunk for once and he was happy.

~Later that night...he confessed his feelings to her~

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[whatwouldvalerydo]

Knowledge is power

For day two we have my darling demon boy and he is not at all happy. Characters mentioned here also belong to @that-scouse-wizard @lifeofkaze and @the-al-chemist

Challenge created by @cursebreakerfarrier 💙

If it was one thing he was good at it was keeping a low profile, not that Jin did not enjoy it like that. Apart from study sessions or the book club, he really did not like to interact with too many people. The only times one did actually hear him speak full sentences was when asked a direct question or when he answered in class. And that was where he excelled.

However lately he knew someone took an interest in him and it was not in the best of ways.

Leila Hellebore never really bothered with him too much, especially since both of them were on the quiet side. However whenever he answered a complicated question in class, she would turn around to glare at him and Selene started following him around more, asking more and more personal questions.

But it was not until one weekend when he was cornered by Selene and Ethel and Jin felt as if all his composure would drop “Please leave me alone.” He urged them taking a step back, the girls sharing a concerned look.

“You would be wise to follow his advice.” Leila hissed from behind them, however she was glaring daggers at Jin. The girls followed her advice, Jin nodding his head as a thank you, but Leila just sneered at him “Do not utter a word in my direction.”

His eyes widened, feeling his hair stand on end. Trying to remain calm, he took another step back, however his posture changed, Leila noticing it “Please, I mean no harm.”

“Is that so? Then why did your energy increase with them?”

He did not need her to utter the words, however it was clear she knew what he was and if he did not choose his words carefully she would surely have even harsher words to add. No, that was not what was happening, she would attack. He could sense it on her, an energy similar to his, though not equally as strong “You have demon blood. You are awfully young, but I can sense it now.”

“Why are you here? You are clearly older than the rest.”

Jin frowned at that slightly, perhaps he should have not corrected the professors so much or offer insight to certain historical events, it clearly gave him away.

One of her eyes flashed, Jin squinting his eyes slightly “I suggest you keep it at bay miss Hellebore. I do not take kindly to direct confrontations.”

“And I do not care what you take kindly to. What is your purpose here?”

She could feel the air shifting, Jin’s eyes shining with a menacing look “Purely educational I can assure you. Since you do not take kindly to my presence here and from what I can deduce, you are not full blooded. Is that the reason for your dislike towards me?”

She kept quiet, a low hissing sound escaping her lips, fangs being revealed. Jin shook his head slightly, a last warning, muscles tensing underneath his school robes.

“What’s going on here?” Leila’s eyes widened as she saw Reuben making his way towards them, Jin refusing to turn around to look at the man and give the half demoness an advantage over him.

“Do not come closer.” Leila spoke, Reuben cocking a brow at her. Her eyes shifted between the two men, Reuben noticing the tension between them.

Jin took a step to the side, Leila taking one forward “Careful.” Jin advised.

“If you touch him.” That was when Reuben actually stopped advancing, however he was still too close to them, something Leila did not see as a good thing.

“I’ll ask again, what’s going on here?”

“You might want to keep her in check mister Willows. It is after all for her own safety.” The statement taking Reuben by surprise. Jin was in his house, they spent time discussing books and shared classes, however he never knew him to speak that way or in that tone for that matter. Glancing at Leila, she was clearly ready for a fight.

“I don’t appreciate that tone Jin. Lei, what happened?”

She refrained from looking at him, however she stepped closer to Reuben, ready to shelter him, Jin on the lookout for any sudden movements “Please go Reuben. It is not safe here right now.”

“Interesting.” Jin uttered, curiosity getting the best of him “You are more loyal to humans than demons.” Reuben clearly did not like what he was hearing. Not many knew Leila was actually of demon blood, and the less knew the better.

“Look” Reuben stepped between the two, Leila taking hold of his hand so he would not go closer to Jin “whatever this is, it’s not alright.”

“Believe it or not, I did not encourage it. However I understand when I am not wanted.”

In a few days things appeared to go back to a somewhat normal rhythm, Reuben actually talking to Leila getting her to back off, though he could not do anything about the glares she offered him. Little did he know then that the two would eventually get into a heated argument, one in which both would show their powers.

However Jin always did hold the upper hand. His strength combined with his knowledge of demons and fighting were something not many knew of at that time or even fewer got to witness. Even fewer survived it.

However, that was knowledge Leila Hellebore did not possess.