#deserve it and hates how guilty it makes him feel. so even after he commands she stops she still wears sheer veils. its better than nothing

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Alicent, exhausted, being forced to present her son to Viserys, panic in her eyes, hoping he is good enough for her husband:

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I just realize you're the only person who point out that Felix and Kagami would be just as in the wrong for hiding the truth from Adrien. Most people I know puts the blame entirely on Marinette and like yeah, I get it it's really bad she would keep something like that a secret from her boyfriend but at the same time how do you deal with that big of a burden?

If it were up to me, I'd make her deal with it the same way like in the Dragon Prince with how Rayla tries to tell Callum and Ezran about their dad being dead but idk, maybe it's not the same with Adrien so it's unfair.

I'm just irritated at people who blame Marinette just cuz she's her gf and not at the adults like Nathalie or Amelie, Marinette's a child, what about Felix and Kagami? They care about Adrien too right?

Yep, it's somehow all Marinette's fault even though Felix knew for all of season five. He knew before then, too, but at least you could argue that he was fearing for his life in previous seasons. As soon as he got the peacock? No excuse. Especially since he got the peacock by trading away Adrien's freedom. A thing he arguably didn't even need to do since I don't think anyone believes that Gabriel would have said, "No" to only getting all of the miraculous. Felix just offers up the ring without even waiting for Gabriel to ask for it. A master negotiator this boy is not.

To add even more insult to injury, season five gives Felix a subplot about informing freaking Kagami and faking her amok. A girl he literally just met gets the treatment that Felix arguably owes to Adrien after all the shit Felix has put him through. You can't even argue that Felix did it because Tomoe isn't a threat on the scale of Gabriel. She's literally a co-conspirator in season five and Felix knows that because Kagami wouldn't be a sentimonster if Tomoe wasn't involved. And Tomoe has always been written as far more hands-on than Gabriel when it comes to controlling her kid, so this isn't even a case of Felix picking the easier target. He doesn't care about easy targets or subterfuge since he, you know, kidnaps Kagami in front of her mother?

But does anyone in the fandom seem to acknowledge that? No and I really don't get it. If hate must be assigned to a character and not the writers, then Felix deserves so much more hate than Marinette.

Kagami isn't innocent either. She knew the truth for about half of the season and yet she doesn't seem to care about telling Adrien. At the same time, she's fine outing Ladybug's secret identity and fine telling Marinette everything, none of which is done in the name of justice. Kagami does it all for purely selfish reasons. To me, this was as much of a character assassination as the whole Kagami believing Lila thing even though Kagami should know the truth about Lila after the Oni-chan incident (Lila faking the kissing picture and texting it to Adrien's contacts).

Then there's Nathalie. In my opinion, Nathalie's redemption is a joke and one of the key reasons for that is how little she cares about actually saving Adrien. At no point does she tell him the truth even though she knows she's dying. She could have very easily died much sooner than the final, leaving Adrien to obey Gabriel's commands, never knowing that he was being controlled. She doesn't even try to find someone else to guard Adrien's ring. She just maintains the status quo and pretends that everything is fine while occasionally asking Gabriel to pretty please change his mind and think of Adrien? Please?

Lady, you literally pinned this man to a table at the start of the season and you are his second in command. You know all his secrets. You have access to everything. You have the power to take him down. You have the power to save Adrien. You are an awful, awful mother figure who put Gabriel's wants above Adrien's needs right up to the very end. Did you even think you had a chance to fire that cross bow or was this just another, "I'm totally helping" feel good moment to assuage your guilty conscious before you died?

And Amelie. Oh, Amelie. If you hate what Colt did to your son, then why are you idly standing by while Gabriel does the same thing to your nephew? You know that Felix has the peacock, so he's safe from being snapped. Why aren't you encouraging him to help Adrien? Or, if you want to keep protecting Felix, then why don't YOU go to Ladybug and Chat Noir and tell them that Gabriel is behind everything? Surely you have to know that Felix isn't safe as long as Gabriel has all those miraculous, right? Gabriel knows that you and your son know everything. A terrorist knows that you're a chink in his armor. Why aren't you terrified by that?

In summary: yeah, Marinette should tell Adrien. It's totally fair to be mad at her. But dear God, she should never have been put in a position where she needed to tell him because one of these four should have done it long before the end of season five! The fact that Marinette was put in this position in the first place is terrible, nonsensical, illogical writing. So go ahead and be mad at Marinette, but you sure as shit better be just as mad at the people who knew everything and did nothing, leaving a teenage girl to face it all alone while bearing the safety of the world on her shoulders.

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11 — Brotherhood

Hiding In Plain Sight

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Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: play fighting, implied shower sex, p in v sex, fem!dom reader if you squint, fingering, cream pie, alcohol

Summary: You and Wolffe have an honest conversation about your relationship and Wolffe goes out for a guys night

Soft sheets, warm breath, and the sweet smell of you fills his nose. Wakefulness calls to him. He opens his eyes, and takes a moment to remember that he is in the hotel room, not his quarters. You are still sound asleep, looking admittedly a little goofy with your mouth hanging open a bit. It makes him smile to himself. You’re truly resting well, and that’s really all he wants right now.

You don’t stay asleep much longer. Years and years of getting up early have conditioned your body to wake up before the crack of dawn. Even though you hate it. You take some deep breaths before a big yawn works its way up and out of your body.

You blink awake and find him comfortably positioned to face you. Bare chested, a little bit of grogginess in his eyes, and his signature ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Morning” you mumble, wishing you could sleep just a bit longer

“Sleep okay?” He asks

You nod your head, “Was so relaxed after last night. I haven’t slept like that in ages”

“Good. You deserve a good night's sleep” he says, feeling that anxious guilty pit start to form in his stomach. But before it can grow any further he makes a choice, placing his hand on your cheek “I owe you an apology”

“An apology?“ you ask, genuinely confused

“The last couple weeks you have been tormented and mistreated by… him” he refuses to say the Admiral’s name “And instead of asking you how things were really going or taking the time to truly listen to you, I bitched and moaned about my own problems. That was unacceptable, and for that I’m sorry”

“Wolffe…” you place your hand over his on your cheek “I am not upset or angry with you over any of this”

“I know” he says quietly “But that does not change the fact that I wasn’t being fair to you”

“It’s not your fault, you had a long and busy week” you assure him

“Regardless, I don’t want you to feel like you can’t tell me these things. Busy week or not. I have a duty as your Commander to advocate for you” he pauses “And a duty as your partner to support you when you’re going through something” he says seriously

Your eyes get a bit misty. He’s truly bothered by all of this. Not that you’ve thought much about it or had doubts, but he cares for you. You nuzzle yourself close to him, and drape your arm over his body.

“Thank you” you say softly. You could ramble on about why he’s already an amazing partner or your gratefulness for his help in getting this situation handled. But right now, thank you and this embrace, will suffice.

“There’s something else” he says, rubbing your back

“Hm?”

“Slush told me he knows about us” Wolffe says, taking care to keep his tone even “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You hadn’t even thought of telling him. You realize there are many things that you should be communicating with him, since he is your partner.

“I never intended on telling him. After you woke up, you seemed so…. apathetic about surviving. At the time I was feeling really hurt by that. Slush deduced my reason for being upset and I just… didn’t deny it” you admit to him “You’re right, I should have told you”

A long moment of silence passes between you. He pulls away from you just enough to be able to see your face when he speaks.

“I know I’m not the most open person… but I don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to me about things” he says

“I’ll be better about that” you promise him “Thank you… for being honest with me”

The two of you lay together in contented silence for a few more minutes. Your perfect serenity is disrupted by an audible growl coming from his stomach. You smile against him, “Hungry?”

“We don’t have to get up yet” he says “I won’t starve”

“Hmm, what if we don’t get up but still get food?” You offer

“And how do you propose we do that?” He asks

You roll away from him and lean off of the bed slightly, reaching into the drawer of the bedside table to retrieve the room service menu. You lay on your back and hold the menu up above your face “Hmm… fresh brewed caf, eggs any way you like them, toast, griddle cakes, hash browns, sausages, fruit. Anything strike your fancy?”

“Caf” he says, scooting closer to you and looking up to read the menu alongside you. After a few minutes of reviewing your options and deciding on what to order, you lean back over to the nightstand again and pick up the com device provided in the room and com the number listed on the menu.

Wolffe is a bit surprised, you really didn’t have to get out of bed to order food. He vaguely wonders if the droid tasked with delivering the food would just walk right in so the person who ordered the food never had to leave the bed at all… that could get a bit awkward if they just enter without announcing themselves. Might be kind of fun, trying to beat the clock and not get caught doing something… scandalous. He decides against that naughty little thought, maybe another time.

And good thing too, because the protocol droid delivering the food arrives even faster than he thought it would. The two of you sit up in bed, placing the tray of food between you.

He sips his caf and enjoys the breakfast spread you ordered. He’s never eaten food in bed before, it feels kind of weird but doesn’t mind it. He’s reminded of sharing meals during missions. Sometimes when local people on the worlds you visit offer the group food it’s eaten around a campfire. Platter on your lap or in one hand. The point is to he close together while eating and to share all of the food.

“Mmm… what are these?” He asks, referring to the bowl of red fruit served with your breakfast.

“They’re called strawberries” you tell him “They’re a bit tart”

“They’re pretty good,” he says.

“You should try them dipped in chocolate” you giggle “Next time”

Next time… he finds himself thinking about what next time might look like often these days. You speak about it often. Movies you think he’d like. Places you want to take him. Food you tell him he just has to try.

“So what have you got planned for us this time?” He asks, wiping his hands on a cloth napkin.

“Well there’s a modern art museum a few levels up that I’ve heard is a pretty safe spot, but not sure how much you would enjoy it” you start running through your little list of activities “I was also thinking that I could take you to the cinema… we can either pick a good movie and watch something fun or we could pick a bad movie and make out in the back the whole time”

He can’t help but chuckle, you really do think of everything. “Well if we’re gonna pay for a movie we might as well watch the damn thing”

“Fair point” you laugh.

“But” he moves the breakfast tray onto the bedside table “There’s nothing stopping us from making out here”

“Mmm…” you grin “Can’t say no to an offer like that”

He takes your face in his hand, drawing you in towards him for a kiss. To his surprise, you place your hands on his shoulders and press him down to the mattress. You straddle his hips and kiss him over and over. His hands come up, settling on your waist and roaming as they please while you kiss him. You’ve never done this to him before, pinned him down under you and just sat there, keeping him in place with your body weight while kissing him senseless.

He can feel some stirring in his nether region. It’s hard not to when you gently push your tongue into his mouth, and grind yourself on him. Every sound you make is intoxicating, down to the smallest sounds of your breathing.

His hands find purchase on the swell of your hips and hold firm, rocking you forward and back in time with your grinding. Through the material of your panties and now his undershorts, he can feel how much you’re enjoying this. But before he can make any attempt to take things further, you beat him to it. Stilling your movements and sitting back on your heels, and looking down at him with a playful but confident grin.

He watches as you shuck off your sleeping shirt and maneuver yourself as gracefully as you can manage to get your panties off too. He places a hand behind his head and watches you lean back over him, placing your hand on the pillow next to his head and kissing him again. Hungrier and harder than before. You resume your grinding and moan into your kisses. Now he’s really got a hard on tenting his undershorts and you seem content to torture him by doing nothing to free him from his clothed prison.

“You’re killin’ me here” he grumbles despite his grin

“Ask” you whisper against his lips

He groans against you, he’s a Commander for stars sake, he doesn’t beg for mercy! Except when it comes to you apparently.

“Will you take the damn shorts off?” he grumbles. You go a little faster, and give his lower lip a little nip.

“Ask nicely” you correct yourself.

He almost plays into your little game, but thinks his idea might be more fun. He posts his legs and gives an upward buck of his hips, catching you a bit off guard. He sits all the way up taking you with him and crashes both of you back down to the mattress with your heads at the foot of the bed. Now he’s got you pinned in a devilish kiss. Your squeal of surprise and arousal spur him on.

“Please” he says, nipping at you now while he takes his own shorts off “May I fuck you like you deserve”

“Yes” you whimper, seeing him toss his undershorts off of the bed. You had intended to be on top and take him for a ride this morning… another time perhaps when he’s feeling less spry. You have to admit, him flipping you over and tossing you around is pretty sexy.

With his shorts thrown haphazardly into the room he spreads your thighs, and presses two fingers between your folds. Feeling you, teasing you, testing you. To his delight he finds your wet arousal gathering quickly between your folds.

“Mmm, got yourself all worked up” he says massaging his two fingers into your soft hole

“I’m not the one standing at attention” you tease him. Now you’ve caught him off guard “Who’s all worked up now”

“Careful there doc” he stills his fingers “I’ve got you right where I want you”

He starts moving again, but you're surprised to feel that he’s not moving them in and out of you the way he had been before. He’s moving them up and down against your walls.

Your breath catches in your throat and your jaw goes a bit slack. His dark eyes narrow in concentration and satisfaction, you’re so worked up you can’t sass back. He speeds up and increases the pressure, he wants you to cum so hard you can’t think.

You and Wolffe are no strangers to one another’s bodies at this point. You know a good orgasm when it’s on the horizon. But this, whatever he’s doing that’s making this different, is giving you a whole new sensation of pleasure. You can hardly remember to breathe, let alone mind whatever desperate sounds are escaping you as the feeling of intense pleasure tingles down your legs, up through your belly, burns through your chest and explodes in a warm gushing sensation that leaves you feeling almost dizzy.

His dark chuckle brings you back into your body, he’s pulled his fingers from you and his own stroking your trembling thighs. You look up at him, in a blissful daze, fuck he’s gorgeous.

“You okay?” He chuckles, leaning over you to press a kiss on your lips

“You’re full of surprises this weekend, Commander” you sigh dreamily, returning his kiss and wrapping your still jittery feeling legs around his hips, drawing him in close to you.

One of his hands drifts down his cock, giving it a couple strokes to coat himself in your release and guides himself in.

It doesn’t matter how many times or how often you have the opportunity, the initial warmth of your pussy surrounding his cock as he sinks into you is by far the most addicting thing Wolffe has ever experienced in his life.

He finds a steady but fast paced rhythm, your arousal making it easy for him to move. Your legs around his hips tighten up, pulling him into you with every thrust. His firm grip on your hips changes, he slides his hands down over the curve of your ass tilting your hips forward, changing the angle without losing his leverage.

His sudden change takes you by surprise, causing a little gasp and a moan to tumble from your lips. The room is full of delicious sounds of your combined breathing, moaning and groaning.

“Nnnnuuhh… fuck” he groans “fuck I never want this to stop”

“Don’t stop” you practically beg. He squeezes your ass and doesn’t go faster, no he goes harder. You’re completely at his mercy, trapped in a sensation of intense pleasure and craving for more.

“Wolffe” you moan, intentionally contracting the muscles of your stomach and pelvic floor “Please”

Wolffe lets go of one of your ass cheeks, and hinges all the way forward, planting his hand beside your head. He tries to keep his pace but falters as he starts to cum inside you. He lets go of your other ass cheek, and let’s your leg slip down off of his waist. That hand goes to your clit, rubbing little circles around your aching bud.

You whimper with need as he massages your clit, and continues to gently fuck you even after he’s cum. You feel his release inside you getting pushed out of your hole with every gentle thrust back inside. He knows you’re close, he keeps his thrusts pretty shallow hitting that soft spot inside you that he knows will make you come undone. You squeeze your eyes closed and your body shakes as your cum for a second time this morning.

He eases up on you and pulls all the way out. You open your eyes to find a satisfied grin on his face. Next time, you promise yourself, you’ll be the one grinning down at him.

“You okay?” He chuckles

“Yeah” you say with a content sigh “We might need to call down for some fresh sheets” you note, sitting up and taking in the mess of both of your cum on the bedding.

“We can have a house keeping droid change them while we get cleaned up” he stands from the bed to stretch his back and bend his legs. You make no effort to get up, you’re more than happy to just take in the view. The sunlight seems to hit him just right, the muscles of his back flex under his war scarred skin, and he seems so relaxed. At ease with you, in this space. He turns back to see you watching him “What?”

“Nothing” you smile “I’ll call for housekeeping”

After placing the call down, you join him in the fresher and close the door. You shower together, getting all cleaned up from your fun morning, and get a little side tracked going for another round under the hot water.

Eventually you shoo him out of the fresher so you can actually do your hair and skincare routine without the distraction and temptation of having him present.

He goes back out into the main area of the suite and finds the linens have been changed, and the dirty ones taken away by droids. He smirks to himself thinking their binary brains probably heard the two of you messing around in there. He gets dressed and sits on the edge of bed and checks his com device. There are way more notifications than he was expecting.

He opens a message from General Plo Koon that read— I wanted to let you know the status of the case regarding Admiral Sarkany. He has been detained by military police and a full investigation launched to determine the full extent of his transgressions. At this time he has been relieved from his command, stripped of his honors and decorations, and will be court martialed within the coming days. I hope you and the captain will be able to find some peace in knowing that he will be receiving the justice he deserves.

Personally, Wolffe would have preferred giving the admiral a more physical form of justice. That is what he deserves. But he can settle for this, he just hopes you will be able to find peace in this outcome.

He looks through his other messages waiting for him. Several things that can wait until he’s back on duty. But one catches his eye from his good friend Rex.

Hey Wolffe, heard the 104th has shore leave on Coruscant. The 212th is here for the next several days before accompanying General Kenobi to Mandalore. So is the 327th and 113th. The entire Command Batch is on world, tonight. We’re meeting at 79’s for drinks.

He’s surprised. What are the chances that every single living member of the Command Batch are all going to be on the same planet at the same time? He hasn’t seen some of those men since the battle of Geonosis. It would be great to see them again.

But, he knows you are still processing everything that happened the last couple days. And this is some of the only time the two you get to spend together without fear of being caught. He taps his thumbs together over the keypad of his holo device, weighing his options.

You step out of the fresher, looking cleaned up and content. “So, I was thinking we could get a bite to eat and then see about that movie?”

He looks up at you “Yeah…. yeah sounds great” he says, a bit distracted.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, picking up on his change of mood

“Yeah. I uh… had a message waiting for me from General Plo. You should probably take a look at it” he says passing his com device to you, with the message from the General open. He watches your face as you read through the message. You wordlessly hand it back to him, and stand a bit awkwardly for a moment. He turns off the com and looks at you, waiting for some kind of reaction.

“Well… at least I’m not being court martialed for assault” you joke dryly, looking out towards the window

He says your name gently to get your attention, and stands to meet you. He places one hand on your cheek and the other at your hip. “What is it?”

You avert your eyes from his gaze, as he strokes your cheek with his thumb “I don’t think it matters what kind of justice the court decides is correct for him. I don’t think it will ever feel like it’s enough… not for me”

“That’s okay” he says “You’re not wrong to feel that way” You nuzzle your cheek into his hand just a little and nod.

You refuse to continue crying about this whole thing. This is the last day you get to spend with Wolffe on shore leave, and you have no idea when or if you’ll ever get to have time together like this again.

“Ahaha” you make yourself laugh a bit, forcing back the bubble in your throat “No sense in letting a beautiful day be ruined by him, I want to take you somewhere fun”

That’s my girl he thinks to himself. He follows you around the city, samples any delicacy you prompt him to, and genuinely enjoys spending the day with you. You don’t land up going to the movie theater, too beautiful to waste a day indoors, you claim.

In the back of his mind he’s thinking about the Command Batch. This is kind of a once in a lifetime opportunity, but he doesn’t want you to feel like he’s choosing them over you. He also doesn’t have a good lie as to why he wouldn’t move mountains to be there tonight to tell the lads.

As the day turns to evening, you’ve brought him back to the hotel room and are throwing out some options of what to do for your last night together on leave.

“Is there anything you want to see or do you ask him” sitting down on the edge of the bed. This is his opportunity. If this partnership, this relationship is going to work, he has to communicate too.

“How would you feel about me going out with some of my command batch tonight?” He asks.

“Sounds like a good time. Try not to get into trouble” you laugh

“Trouble? Me? Nah” he teases, a little surprised by how nonchalant you seem to be “You sure it’s alright? I’m not being an asshole for ditching you?”

“Not at all” you shake your head “When do you ever get to spend time with all of your batchmates at once?

“Not often” he admits

“Exactly. Go have fun with your brothers, I’ve had you all to myself the last two days” you urge him

He gives you a suspicious look “You want time to watch trashy holo tv by yourself don’t you?” he says

“Yes I absolutely do” you admit with no shame “I won’t make you stoop to my level and watch them with me, so you go have fun with the lads and let me indulge this guilty pleasure”

He chuckles and shakes his head, leaning over you to kiss the top of your head “Deal”

He quickly gets cleaned up and assures you that he won’t be out all night before heading out on his own towards 79’s. It’s been a long time since he’s been to 79's, certainly hasn’t been back since he’s started seeing you. He used to get dragged by some of the original Wolf Pack members back in the day. He didn’t mind the drinking or the music, but the dancing and the crowds used to put him on edge. The drinking certainly helped to remedy that, it would also loosen him up enough to be confident enough to talk to some of the women that frequent 79’s. As much as he loathes to admit it, he’s had his fair share of fresher hook ups at 79’s.

But not anymore. Tonight he’s here to drink and catch up with his batch. He can’t even remember the last time they had the opportunity to do this, and who knows if it will ever happen again.

“Hey! Look who decided to show up!” the voice is just like every other clones voice, but Wolffe can tell that voice and that phrase was meant for him

“Bly” Wolffe glances over his shoulder, seeing his friend approach him at the entrance of the club. Bly catches up with him, clapping a hand on his shoulder

“It’s been a long time” Bly smiles “Heard about your new colors”

Wolffe glances down at his armor, already scratched and scraped from battle again after the fresh paint job “Yeah, we needed the change”

Bly gives him a nod, understanding completely. The pair of them walk into the club, and head towards the back where the rest of their batch is surely waiting. To their amusement, their table is already packed full of familiar armor and the group seems to be erupting into laughter.

“I’m serious, if he throws me off another building…” Rex shakes his head “Ah, the late comers. Make room lads, the big dog’s here”

The men around the table scooch closer together to make room for two more, and beat the table top with their fists while they cheer with alcohol drenched delight at their brother's arrival. Wolffe settles into his seat and reaches for one of the many full glasses of spotchka sitting in front of them, and knocks it back without a breath of hesitation.

“Any man here that has a better near death experience than I do, and drinks are on me the rest of the night” he says, placing the glass upside down on the table.

The men launch into their own tales of near death experiences. Tales of being chased by wild animals, getting caught in ambushes, ejecting from crashing ships, nearly drowning on Mon Kala, having such a bad stomach reaction to local food the squad’s medic had to place Gree on medical leave for a full week.

Then it turned to a loud and boisterous conversation regarding the dumbest things they’ve witnessed their shinies doing, the colossal messes of situations their generals have gotten them into, and memories of who did what and remembering when someone said that. With each story being told and each round of laughter around the table, the alcohol never seems to run out and they can’t seem to stop reaching for more drinks.

Eventually Wolffe is laughing so hard his sides hurt, and he has no idea what he’s even laughing at anymore. He is drunk, he knows he is. In his foggy state of mind he knows that he definitely needs to stop and switch to water, even as the others continue to drink. Some of the others switch to water too, namely Rex, Cody and Fox, the latter of whom definitely have to be on duty tomorrow morning.

The conversation at the tables shifts down somewhat. Ponds describes how difficult it’s been the last few weeks, his second in command was killed in action a little over a month ago, and the coping has been harder than he expected. Other’s chime in regarding their own experiences with losses on their teams, and in their lives.

“I still think about him” Appo’s voice is hauntingly empty, everyone at the table is dead silent despite the ever present cacophony of sound that is 79’s Night Club. He’d just gotten through telling the group about a little boy in a fishing village they were staying at, and how attached he’d gotten to him. War is tragedy, and tragedy took that child long before his time. “I think I loved his mother… she was beautiful, kind and perfect…”

That pulls at Wolffe’s chest. He never thought he would be able to relate to a statement like that. Never thought he could condone a statement like that. Never thought that he would feel pretty much the same way. It must show on his face because the others seem to be looking at him. But before he can speak up, Gray who’s sitting across from him speaks first

“Bly? Are you okay?” He asks

Wolffe looks to Bly sitting directly beside him. If Wolffe thought it was showing on his face, it is most certainly showing on Bly’s.

“Look… you guys are my brothers. My closest friends. I didn’t mean for this to happen and you can’t tell anyone but… I can’t stop my heart from loving her” he says with a shake of his head and a lovelorn look in his eye

“Who?” Rex asks

“Aayla” he replies a bit quieter

“General Secura?” Gree blurts out

Fox elbows him in the ribs “Shut it, you want the whole place to hear you?” he says in a hushed tone. Wolffe never got along well with Fox, but he did have to give him credit for helping to maintain the privacy of this discussion.

“Yeah… she’s just so… smart and brave. She looks out for us and really cares about what happens to us. She asks for my advice and talks to me like I fucking matter and “ he goes on and on about her for nearly twenty minutes, and no one has the heart to stop him.

But while they may not have the heart to stop him, some of the men at this table are losing the strength to stay awake through this confession of true and undying love for his Jedi general. Wolffe stays awake though, just like Appo’s story, he feels every single word coming out of Bly’s mouth hitting him like blaster bolts and echoing through his chest yeah, me too.

“What?” Cody says, interrupting Bly. Wolffe looks up… fuck did he just say me too, out loud? Yes he absolutely did.

“No no I…” he shakes his head, and then promptly stops doing that because it’s making him dizzy with how drunk he still is “Not that. Iss’ not my general”

“Then who is it?” Ponds asks him.

There’s no getting out of it now, and he’s too drunk to convincingly lie “A woman” he tells them

“Oooooh who?” A particularly plastered Gree asks

“She…. she ah… saved my life awhile back… and I… sort of already had a… thing for her” he knows he’s slurring quite a bit, but it’s taking most of his mental effort to exclude specific details about you, instead of focusing on speaking clearly

“What’s she like?” Rex asks

“Smart” Wolffe says “Smartest person I know… and good… she’s just so good. About everything. Always knows the right thing to say… always how to fix things… makes me feel…”

He knows he’s trailing off, but he’s having such a terrible time staying focused on what he’s saying and trying to figure out what to say next without saying too much.

“Feel what?” someone asks

“Feel like I’m worthy” his voice cracks a bit unexpectedly. Everyone at the table is looking at him, glassy and exhausted eyes fixed on him, hanging on his every word “Like I’m worthy of good things”

It truly sinks in, that is how you make him feel. You make him feel strong and confident, not that he wasn’t already, but you elevate and validate that. You make him feel smart and successful by supporting him in all your ways. And you make him feel worthy. That was it, that was the reason his guilt over the situation with the Admiral consumed him. He no longer felt worthy of you.

“Does she know?” Rex asks him

“Don’t normally get drunk enough to say shit like this in front of her” Wolffe says

“Tell her anyway” Appo says “Don’t wait until it’s too late”

That’s something he never lets himself think about. His own death, yes. But yours, never. But it is always a possibility. And something he probably shouldn’t be ignoring.

Fox clears his throat after a long beat of silence “Well… I should probably get going… early shift tomorrow”

Others around the table murmur agreement. The men stand, some helping the more drunk to find their balance and walk back towards the base or their station posts.

Wolffe bids his brothers goodbye. Always a difficult thing to do. He may never see them again, they may never see him again. They may never know what happened to each other. He can only hope he’ll have the opportunity to see them again.

He wandered back towards the hotel on his own. Still feeling a bit tipsy, but with enough awareness to keep himself safe. With every step he takes he feels like he’s getting closer and closer to home. Home is something he’s never truly had. Until now. His brothers are right. He shouldn’t wait until it’s too late.

When he finally makes it up the stairs and pushes open the door to the room, he feels confident and still inebriated enough to say those words. But when he looks at you, he finds that you are already asleep with the holo tv still on.

He moves as carefully as he can to stay quiet while he undresses for bed and turns off the holo. He makes sure to drink a ton of water and take some light painkillers before climbing into bed with you to fend off any chance of a hangover in the morning.

When light finds its way in through the break in the curtains and his eyes flutter open, he sees you quietly packing up your clothes into your bag and arranging his armor. He doesn’t get up, or make any indication to you that he’s awake. Instead he watches you, knowing full well that you’re taking extra care to be quiet so he can sleep as long as possible before you both have to leave this place.

You. You who searched for him and what was left of his squad when all hope was lost. You who chose to be part of a rebuilding team when you had your pick of any battalion to serve with. You who took time out of your day to teach the men skills they might need. You who encourages and fosters the team’s bond, and every man’s individuality. You who fought harder for his life than even he did in his darkest hour. You who never gives up without a fight. You who spends your off hours thinking of places to go and things to do that you think he will enjoy. You who makes funny little lists of things he loves.

You, who are above all else, are the top of the list of things he loves.

Tag List: @maulslittlemeowmeow @lucyysthings @justanothersadperson93 @lackofhonor @paige6768 @thefact0rygirl @littedragonlady

[flamingskull28]

Here is an info dump about my character Alex (thanks to @nilotheberryboy for the drawing of him)

Age: 15

Backstory: was left by his parents to die in depthpolis when he was 6 so that they could have a better life without the burden of a kid, he us still trying to find them.

growing up on the streets he lived by scavenging from junk piles or scrap yards and putting them together into things to sell mainly wepones because weapon schematics were common due to how horrible of a city it was. also due to rough nature of the city he learned to shift from the age of 10 instead of 14 during his time in the city he got into many fights with the gang population which left a sour taste in his mouth about them. He also did go to school but dropped out in 8th after getting questioned on who was taking care of him(he refused to go to an orphanage they were worst that the plie of junk he called a hideout). He did attempt to make friends during this time but most of them either died or betrayed him which gave him slight trust issues. After a while of designing weapons and solo fighting the city's gangs he found a group of people in a situation like him and they decided to team up to rid the city of crime themselves. They succeeded for a while and gained more members to their cause and tore down many of the city's gangs leaving only the biggest left a gang called the killer wailers after a short time of what could be called a war the fight between these groups was set to culminate in one final battle. But the night before this fight Alex's radio played the calamari inkantation, after hearing the song he realized that the group he was in would either be stuck in an endless battle against gangs that would constantly reemerge or they would be destined to become a gang themselves (also at this point he grew tried of the killing and all the lives he took even if they were in self defense they started to weigh on his conscience) and agreed that after the big fight he would resign from his position as leader of the group and head to inkopils in hopes of a better life. After the fight ,which they had won but to massive casualties on their side and a 96% Wipeout on the other, he told his two seconds in command and best friends of his plans to leave he knew they would take it bad but they took it worse than he expected and tried to kill him out of anger and fear.

They were unsuccessful but left a permanent mark on his face with an explslosher and after they burned him with it. he panicked and threw a bomb killing them both and forever making him feel guilty. He wore bandages around his face while his wound healed and once It had healed he put on a mask over it because the scar reminded him of what happened(and he hated how it looked) which he has rarely taken off since then and has never done so in front of another person, except one police officer who saw him when he broke into the police station to remove his record though that officer wasto scared to tell anyone. After these events he left the group and inkopolis where he saw two mysterious people enter a water grate....

Weapons: he mains the splat roller but occasionally switch's to an N-zap as well ( his true main is the Dynamo roller but he got a number of complaints for using it due to how hard he swings it so he only uses it when necessary)

Rank: he is level 34 and has B rank in all mode's except rainmaker where he is A rank, he's working on it

Personality: he tends to be a bit sassy and rude when he speaks(he tries not though) but he generally prefers not to talk he also has much guilt and low self-esteem believing he does not deserve what he has and is not good enough to be an agent he cares deeply for those he considers a friend and will protect and Care over them to absurd means even if he is not in a state to do so. He also lacks self-preservation and will act as if all is normal despite any injuries he may have(Marie has scolded him a few times for patrolling while bleeding)

Fun facts: he's far stronger than most other cephalopods and can take nearly twice as much as damage as they can before he cannot take anymore

If he is in the state of extreme discomfort or negative emotions his scar has a tendency to tear and bleed slightly much to the worry of others (he only finds it embarrassing)

He has another noticeable mark on his face that he doesn't mind as much it's a little gash underneath his left eye that he got when a octoling with claws tried to take his eye out

He has a soft spot for children or childish and hyper people

This is probably obvious but he has very bad anger issues and can unintentionally be a sore loser

Has a fear of explsloshers and a dislike of chargers ( he recalls losing many a friend to snipers who would hide where no could reach them)

Favorite song (as of the current time in the series) is shark bytes

Is really good friends with 8 and 4 but slightly distrust 3 due to their more cold nature but he eventually comes around to trust them as well

Listens to Sheldon's rambles.

Has trouble falling asleep and normally ends up staying awake till they eventually get far to tried to be awake

Suffers from ptsd

I have taken inspiration for this character from many places like agent 3 from 14-crush, myself irl and a few others I can't recall.

(A few other photos)

[l-r-christian]

Heyyy I was wondering if you could do a poly!mikaelson fic you can make up the plot but I've been so obsessed with the first lately and I need some more to feed my obsession tysm love your writing btw💕❤

Ohhhh boy thank you. I have an idea let's go this is gonna lean mostly to the boys

Warnings: Angst, Mikaelson boys being simps, Fluff, Spiciness

A/N: used Google translate for the French again. My grandmother would be ashamed of me.

Attends que mes frères vioent ce que j'ai vu de toi, petit - Wait until my brothers get to see what I saw of you, little one

Tu vas me partager - You're going to share me?

Oh oui petit - Oh yes little one.

Y/N had left a bloody bodies in her wake after a month since she turned off her humanity which her friends couldn't understand why she would. Stefan and Caroline found Y/N feeding off of a whole bar of people and managed to vervain her and get her back to the Salvatore house to begin the process of getting her to turning on her humanity.

"How is she?" Damon asked Stefan when the younger Salvatore walked out of the room they had Y/N in tied to a chair with vervain ropes and curtains drawn close to keep the sun from burning her.

"Still no humanity."

"Are you sure you guys don't know why she turned it off?" Caroline asked noticing how Elena looked away and Damon looked guilty of something. Now it was no secret to the friend group that Y/N and Damon broke up but they didn't know why and both Caroline and Bonnie found it weird that Elena had started to date Damon a week after Y/N left Damon.

"Yeah, we're sure."

Three weeks Y/N kept it off making Caroline go behind everyone's back with Bonnie and Enzo encouraging the blonde to call Y/N's Sire....Elijah for help. They hoped the Original could get you to turn it back on. Elijah was surprised to get a call from Caroline saying that Y/N had turned off her humanity and seeing how things were calm in New Orleans, he told Caroline he was on his way.

"Leaving 'Lijah?"

"I am needed in Mystic Falls. It seems Y/N had turned off her humanity Niklaus." Elijah tells his brother who frowned not liking the sound of his favorite vampire having her humanity off.

"I'm coming with you."

In the end both Klaus and Kol came with Elijah which didn't surprise the older Mikaelson as both of them were every protective of Y/N. Klaus and Kol would tell Elijah that Y/N was their favorite vampire that he Sired and before leaving for New Orleans the three agreed to share her if she left Damon for New Orleans.

"Why are they here?" Damon growled walking into the Salvatore home seeing Caroline and Enzo talking to the Original family about Y/N.

"I called Elijah. I thought as Y/N's Sire, Elijah could help." Caroline says as Damon glared at the Original as it was the one thing Damon hated most that his ex girlfriend was Sired to Elijah. Damon was angry with Elena when she told the vampire she asked Elijah to turn Y/N and afterwards the freshly turned vampire followed Elijah around like a puppy as he help her control herself.

"Right. We don't ne....." Damon was cut off by Klaus slamming him against a wall with his hand in the vampire's chest eyes dark as Elijah sighed while Kolwatched enjoying it all a little too much.

"I remembering you promised my brothers and I that you would take care of our little vamp." Klaus growled as Kol smirked following Caroline and Elijah to the room Y/N was in. Damon had indeed promised to care for Y/N as the three waited for the younger vampire to fuck up so they could swoop in to take the female vampire away.

"She is my girl....you ass." Damon said as Klaus pulled away glaring then followed after the three angry the Damon reminded him that Y/N belong to another.

"Oh Elijah.....you sleeping with Elena too? Is that why you are here, so little miss prefect could be happy?" Y/N said when they stepped into the room finding the no humanity vampire sitting on the floor head laying on a bed. Elijah frowned seeing the state his Sired vampire was in, her clothes were dirty clearly she hadn't been fed and seemed to be healing slowly from burns she got from the sun as Elijah spotted her daylight ring was gone.

"What have they done to her?"

"They are trying what they did to Elena to get her to turn her humanity on. Y/N had turned it off just a little over day before she broke things off with Damon." Caroline says handing Y/N's daylight ring to Elijah as the three Originals smirked looking at Y/N.

"I'll take it from here Caroline." Elijah says taking off his suit jacket and tie as Caroline looked worried for Y/N as Klaus smirked leading her out of the room.

"No need to worry Elijah is an expert on getting his Sired to turn their humanity back on without the Sire bond." Kol tells Caroline as Klaus nodded leading Caroline away as Elijah closed the door with his foot rolling up his sleeves.

It only took Elijah about a day to get Y/N to turn on her humanity again and at the moment she was freshly washed dressed in one of Elijah's shirts feeding from his arm as Elijah held Y/N in his lap.

"You are doing so well little one." Elijah whispered pressing a kiss on her hairline as his free hand rubbed her hip. Y/N pulled away feeling ashamed for what she had done and wanted out of Elijah's lap finding herself feeling like she didn't deserves such affection.

"No. Stay right here and feed." Elijah said pulling Y/N back against his chest holding her chin getting her latch back on his bleeding wrist. Y/N flushed at Elijah's commanding tone as Elijah picked up on her racing heart while pulling his wrist away and she turned around.

"Getting shy on me now little one? After all the things we've done?" Elijah teased Y/N watching her hide her face in his neck hearing him laugh lightly. Y/N's breathing had calmed as something about being in Elijah's arms made the female vampire relax.

Elijah stood taking his Sired with him wrapping Y/N's bare legs around his waist as his hand cupped her bottom holding her against him seeing how the vampire was falling asleep. Elijah walked out carrying Y/N getting everyone's attention surprised to see Y/N half asleep. Elijah looked at Damon smirking as the Original did what the younger vampire couldn't.

"You got her to turn it back on?"

"Like I said darling, an expert." Kol said standing taking the bag from Elijah winking at Y/N finding her sleepy face adorable. Damon narrowed his eyes watching Kol kiss Y/N's hand and how she cupped the Original's cheek watching him light up as if they both were understanding one another.

"How did you? We didn't hear a thing." Elena said standing up seeing how her friend clinging to her Sire and Elijah gave Klaus a knowing smirk.

"I had Miss Bennett put a silence spell on the room."

"My brother likes to keep his secrets. Not even I or Kol know how he does it." Klaus says watching Y/N nuzzle Elijah's neck taking comfort in his scent.

"Attends que mes frères vioent ce que j'ai vu de toi, petit."

"Tu vas me partager?"

"Oh oui petit." Elijah whispered in Y/N's ear hiking her higher against his chest as Damon frowned wishing he listened to Y/N about learning French. Damon wanted to understand what Y/N and Elijah was whispering about while it seemed Klaus understood perfectly if the hybrid's smirk was anything to go by.

"Wait where are you going?"

"If you thought I was going to leave my little vampire under your care again you are mistaken." Elijah says looking at Elena as he was carrying Y/N out to their car when Damon stepped forward but stopped by Klaus so Elena moved in front of Elijah.

"Elena, I suggest you move. Y/N will be coming back with us." Elijah said mocha eyes narrowed at younger vampire. Y/N raised her head looking at Elijah who's attention was on her right away.

"Petit?"

"I want....to go with you." Y/N muttered softly as Elijah smirked kissing Y/N's temple hearing Damon growl deeply seeing Y/N seemly cuddling up to Elijah.

"If you excuse us, Elena." Elijah said passing the female vampire as Damon narrowed his eyes seeing Y/N bury her face back in Elijah's neck.

"Caroline, you have Elijah's number. Do come and visit." Klaus said sounding smug following Elijah out with Kol. Damon was pissed that Elijah would take Y/N away as he hoped to win her back.

"Damon?" Elena asked confused watching Damon headed up stairs to plot to get his girl back.

"Elijah?" Y/N mumbled feeling warm and half asleep feeling Elijah's chest under her palms and Klaus's lips brushing along her shoulder while Kol planted kisses on her abdomen.

"You fell asleep in the car. We are currently in New Orleans." Elijah said rolling the baby vampire over pulling her back against his chest. Klaus focus on Y/N's collar bone as she flushed feeling Kol nip at her thighs.

"Now fed petit." Elijah said softly raising his wrist to Y/N's mouth growling lowly when she gently bit Elijah's wrist.

"You know Rebekah will be upset we touched her first." Klaus said against Y/N's collar bone moving to the swell of her breast. Y/N whimpered softly against Elijah's wrist feeling a little overwhelmed by their touches.

"When Rebekah gets home she ravish Y/N all she wants. For now we get her first." Elijah said against Y/N's skin as his hand moved along her leg as that night was a blur of hands and mouths.

[miraculouscontent]

"Please, get out of my room."

Marinette's hand shook, trying desperately to keep the doll house behind her together enough to protect the Miracle Box. Her gaze fixed on her friends standing there, Rose crouched down to the sad remains of the doll house's roof while the others were looking on in concerned confusion.

Alya stepped forward first, the request apparently denied. "It's nothing, Marinette. We'll help you fix it, don't worry."

Except it wasn't nothing, it was everything, and of course none of the girls could've known that it was everything but it was. She'd barely had the Miracle Box for any time at all and now she was about to be exposed, the doll house feeling like some sort of metaphor for her life.

Raising her voice, Marinette replied strictly, "It's not nothing! Now leave!"

Most of the girls just stared at her, standing awkwardly in place. She asked - no, told - them to leave, and they weren't leaving. Why weren't they leaving?

Her palms were sweaty, making the task of holding up the doll house's wall all the more anxiety-inducing.

Alya huffed, her hands tightening into fists at her sides. "Okay, there's obviously something up—" She crossed her arms. "—and we're not going anywhere until you tell us what it is."

Mylene offered a smile that she clearly thought was reassuring, then held up a bracelet made of yellow threads with five colored beads along them. "We've already given our secrets to this bracelet, so now it's your turn."

Marinette wracked her brain for any memory of said bracelet, wondering if there were a promise she'd forgotten about - wondering if it was an excuse for them showing up out of nowhere - but there was nothing. She didn't even recognize it. Even over the voicemail they'd sent, there was no mention of such a thing.

The wall under her palm wavered, and she had to adjust quickly to keep it in place. She couldn't tell if it was too light or too heavy at this point, but it was ultimately just another thing to worry about that she didn't need. Her gaze flickered to it briefly to make sure it was properly held up, then swiftly focused back on the girls so as to not seem suspicious.

They really weren't going to leave. They were going to force her secrets out of her; force Ladybug out of her, the Miracle Box, everything.

Her stress levels were rising. She was panicking. It was all too much, and she—she...

She snapped.

"I'll—I'll tell you what's wrong!" she began. "You all walking into my room without my permission!"

The girls' mouths all shut in unison, their shoulders tense as they seemed suddenly lost for an argument.

"I didn't want to talk to you, and I definitely don't now!" A particular memory of the voicemail resurfaced, and she was reminded of what they'd said. "I thought you told me that I could talk where and when I wanted to? I thought all of you told me that, and then you showed up anyway?! Why would you lie to me like that?"

The words were bitter, only serving to make her angrier; at them, at herself, and at the whole situation. She hated lying - hated liars - and there was a part of her that couldn't help feeling hypocritical when she had to lie constantly to keep her identity secret.

But another part of her was quick to point out: she lied because she had to. They were lying despite having the choice.

Alya's brows furrowed, and it was hard to tell if she felt genuinely guilty or if she was just trying to think of how save the situation. She glanced back and forth from Marinette to Mylene, then hurriedly took the bracelet and held it out, arguing, "But if we're friends, you have to tell us everything anyway!"

Rose nodded in agreement, fists drawn up to her chest. "And real friends never let each other down!"

Marinette sputtered at first in response, multiple rambling responses trying to come out at once, from reminding them of either their intrusion or their lying to say that they had very much let her down.

Finally, her mouth settled on, "Then I guess we're not friends after all, since I'm letting you down so much! You're always pushing me, and setting things up even when I told you not to, and when everything goes wrong, it's always me who takes the blame, and me who gets teased for it!"

Alix recoiled at the outburst, then averted her gaze, looking somewhere between put off and ashamed as she grumbled, "We were just trying to help."

"I don't want your help! I don't even want you here!"

Marinette breathed shakily, her chest heavily at the emotions building in her chest. She could barely process what was coming out of her mouth and could only wonder how long she'd felt that way. How long had she been holding this in? How much had she been holding in? How long had she thought she deserved to be treated a certain way and took everything like she was the one at fault even if she'd done nothing?

Mental clarity kicked in, Marinette glaring and resolve blazing in her eyes as she asked, "Do you know why I didn't tell you anything?"

They looked on in curious trepidation, obviously not knowing the answer. At first, maybe she hadn't either.

"Because I didn't want you to meddle! Everything just goes wrong and I wanted to just live without worrying about it! I didn't want to  be teased, or talk about Adrien, or be ignored!"

"We don't ignore you!" Alya immediately interjected, taking on an offended tone. "That's why we're here!"

"Then why didn't you know?" Marinette challenged. "You noticed my crush on Adrien, but you didn't notice that I was dating Luka? When he was riding me home from school? When you took all those pictures of us together? I wanted to be left alone to be happy with him without anyone shouting at me about what to do and putting more pressure on me than I already have!"

Rose and Alya shifted in place, not making eye contact.

"You invaded my privacy, you broke my things, and you lied to me! If you're going to make me tell you everything, then—then—" She shook, the tornado of emotions hard to handle. "—then I don't want you as friends! Now get out!"

The girls collectively gaped at her, a few letting out audible gasps and Rose in particular covering her mouth with her hands. Everything went quiet, and Marinette's eyes must've been giving off fire with how any argument lingering on the girls' lips died before they could even come out.

Then, one by one, the girls began to turn and silently walk out of the room, some staying a second or two longer as if Marinette would change her mind if they held to the staring contest a bit longer. Alya was the last one out, her gaze darting up to Marinette one last time in vain.

Marinette just looked away, only reassured that the girls had left when she heard the click of the trap door. She exhaled, her arms stiff and her legs feeling like jelly as everything hit her at once. The gravity of the situation dragged her to the floor, the walls of the doll house falling apart to reveal the Miracle Box to no one but her and the kwami. She'd already cried too many times that day, but the tears were building up again. Anger, sadness, frustration...

Seeing Tikki hover close out of the corner of her eyes, Marinette lamented, "I didn't know what else to do. I didn't have a choice. I was just—and then—and they..."

"I know, Marinette," Tikki said quietly, though it was clear that she had very little comfort to add.

Marinette tried to steady her breathing, but she could see her tears falling onto the floor and knew that she'd lost control of her emotions. In a way, it almost felt relieving, like a weight off her chest that she didn't know had been there, but it didn't stop the terrible feelings from everything that happened that day, and the day before, and the day before that...

"We—" Marinette choked, realizing something and looking up with urgency. "Shadow Moth. He might come after me."

"Ah, but..." Tikki weakly tried to protest, watching as Marinette tried to force herself up.

"Gotta transform. Gotta be ready," Marinette murmured in a daze, her legs wobbling but managing to hold her up. Not letting Tikki get another word in, she hurried to command, "Tikki, spots on."

— — — — —

Marinette hugged her knees to her chest, back against the wall stretching upwards that helped make the bridge where she broke up with Luka. Part of her felt like coming here was some form of self-punishment - a reminder of what she'd lost and why she had to keep it that way - but another part just wanted to be here. It wasn't a good idea to be in her room where everything went down, or where her pictures were, or where the kwami would just remind her of all the things she didn't want to think about. It wasn't like her parents were going to check on her anyway, so she felt it best to be away from it all.

She tried to listen for the melody of the water that Luka had told her about, but every time she thought things were quiet enough to hear it, she would breathe in a little too hard, or Tikki would shuffle around in her purse at a loss for what to say. Marinette sighed in defeat, curling in on herself further and staring at the ground with her eyes half-lidded.

She wished she could go back; back to the day this whole mess started. Maybe she could've avoided Fu, Chloe, and maybe even Alya. She could've stayed in the background, unoffensive and just known as "the clumsy girl," one who didn't lie and leave class unexpectedly with the worse excuses possible. Avoiding Chloe would've meant avoiding her wrath, which meant that there would've been no misunderstanding with Adrien and no "spark" to ignite her crush underneath that umbrella.

Everything would've been so much easier. Maybe she would've met Luka sooner, bumping into him by accident one day and they'd drop all their things, her sketches mingling with his song sheets. They'd apologize and hurry to separate their stuff, then lock eyes and all would be well with the world. She'd stammer out her name when she introduced herself and he'd tease her affectionately, and it'd be okay because she wouldn't be busy being depressed over another guy.

They'd laugh, they'd get along, and there wouldn't be any drama in the way of them getting together. Without her having any responsibilities that would cause her to run off, they'd date, and they'd just... be happy.

Marinette closed her eyes, trying to let herself indulge in the fantasy even if only for a moment. The hold she had on her legs loosened, her hands sliding down until one of her hands brushed the opposite's wrist. She remembered Viperion - Luka - as the hero who thought first just like her and now could never be because of his identity being compromised, yet another by-product of her crush on Adrien in a way.

She exhaled, her thumb futilely brushing over her wrist; over a bangle that wasn't there.

Second Chance...

She wasn't sure how long she sat there, trying to live in fake memories, but when her eyes opened, she still found herself underneath the bridge in a life she didn't want. She stared blankly at the ground, the melody she'd desired still inaudible to her.

It took her a few seconds to realize that the view in front of her wasn't quite what it was before she closed her eyes, and it took a few more to notice the black distressed pants and the shoes splattered with varying random symbols at the corner of her vision. She blinked, unsure if she was seeing properly and wondering if she might be hallucinating after her fantasy, but a quick glance upward caused her eyes to meet Luka's, the brows above them furrowed with concern.

"A-ah," she let out involuntarily, straightening a little. Finally registering that he was there and very real, she inhaled sharply and stood, waving frantically at him as she stammered, "I-I'm so sorry! This is your spot, and I'm taking your spot, and I swear I didn't mean to—" She bent down and brushed her hands along the ground where she'd been sitting, as if she were cleaning it. "—I'll be gone soon, let me just—"

"It's okay," Luka assured while approaching her, his voice even softer than usual but with a tinge of sadness to it.

She stopped, hesitating, then looked back up at him in confusion. They hadn't talked since their break-up and she genuinely thought that he'd be upset with her.

"I'm glad," he said genuinely, "that you can find as much comfort in this place as I do. You don't have to go anywhere."

"...Oh," she uttered, her shoulders easing in mild relief. At least he didn't hate her, she supposed, though the awkwardness in the air was noticeable and she couldn't help noticing that he was keeping a minimum distance of three meters from her.

It hurt.

She fiddled with the strap of her purse, wondering why he was there and how she could've gotten so unlucky as to—well, that part was obvious actually, she'd been unlucky her whole life, but that didn't stop her from wondering what he was doing there. Was it something about his dad, or...?

Against her better judgment, she took a good look at his face, biting her bottom lip guiltily at the tired look in his eyes. He seemed as if he hadn't slept well in a few days, and she couldn't say that she was any different, which made the reason for his expression all the more obvious. It was a terrible feeling, already feeling bad that she made him feel bad and then feeling worse because there was a part of her that was a little glad to have meant so much to him that the break-up actually affected him.  He'd made her feel noticed and seen, something that was rare even amongst her frie—

Ah. Right.

She fidgeted, her feet shifting nervously against the ground. Juleka had been amongst the friends that she'd called out and forced to leave. She wasn't sure how close Luka was with his sister, as most of the interactions she'd seen were when they were in a group, but she was still his family. Did he know?

As if able to sense what she was thinking, Luka spoke up. "Jule told me."

Marinette winced and looked down, ashamed and fully expecting to be reprimanded. She clasped her hands at her waist, trying to mentally prepare herself.

Then, he immediately followed with, "Well, she mumbled it, but I got what she said."

It wasn't quite a joke, but it wasn't anything critical either. Marinette peeked back up at him, her brows scrunched together in confusion. He was smiling sadly, either understanding her or trying to be the sympathetic empath she'd always admired him for.

She averted her gaze, not feeling worthy of making eye contact with him. Sinking back against the wall, she sunk down to her earlier position and muttered, "I-it was for the best. I'm just... better off alone." She flinched at the sting in her chest that the words caused, but continued, "I won't hurt anyone that way. They can't be disappointed in me if we're not friends."

There was a pause, at which point Luka took a few steps closer, still maintaining a distance between them but also closing the gap significantly. "Why do you think you'll hurt people?"

She almost scoffed at that. "You would know why more than anyone, Luka." Though she still avoided looking at his face, she could see his fingers twitch from the corner of her vision. "I lie. I'm a liar! I'm just—" She spread her arms wide. "—I'm going to lie for the rest of my life, and ditch everyone and make them sad and they'll never know why!"

She'd tried to say it in an exaggerated tone to keep things light, but the tears started up. She held them back as best as she could, determined not to cry again when she'd already cried so much.

She heard Luka take a few steps closer, and he observed quietly, "But you don't want to."

"Of course not! But it doesn't matter! I should've known from the start that making friends was a mistake but I did it anyway!" She covered her face with her hands and shook her head. "I can't keep friends! I can't keep a boyfriend! I can barely keep this secret a secret!"

She didn't have to see his face to know that he was processing that. "...You can't tell me."

It was a realization for him, a mix of emotions in his voice and none of which she could place. She imagined he'd thought that it was a secret she'd chosen not to share with him, but that wasn't true.

She lowered her hands from her face. "I can't. I mean, not like—physically can't—it's not like the world would end if I did—" She halted briefly, stiffening at an unwelcome memory of Paris destroyed and underwater. "—o-or, maybe it would! But, it was never about trust, Luka! I trust you, I trust you so much, and I want to tell you so bad but I can't! It hurts but I can't! No one's supposed to know!"

She clutched her head, realizing that the conversation was spiraling downwards fast. She was torn between thinking that she'd said too much and then regretting how little she'd said when she'd broken up with him.

Luka took the final steps to close the distance between then, kneeling down to be closer to her level. "Marinette, I—I can't imagine what your secret could be, but it hurts watching you tear yourself apart like this."

"Well maybe that's how it's supposed to be!" she declared as she met his gaze, his eyes going wide in a mixture of pain and shock. She blinked rapidly, trying to fight the tears. "Maybe I'm just supposed to stay sad and alone forever! I have to do it all myself because that's the rule and it's my burden to carry!"

His heart was clearly breaking for her and it just made everything worse. He reached out to her, hovering his hand over her shoulder as a test and then settling it down with a feather-light touch when she didn't pull away. "I won't force you to tell me, and it's hard to say anything when I don't know what you're going through, but..." He hesitated, clearly feeling like it wasn't his place to say but being unable to help himself. "Couffaines break rules when we want to - when we know we have to - and I don't want to see you break instead."

She raised a hand, tempted to pull his hand from her shoulder, but stopped herself. "I-I don't have a choice. It's too dangerous. I can't let people close to me; I didn't even want to break up with you. You're amazing and sweet and I feel like I can tell you anything, but..." She looked down, defeated. "...you deserve better than this..."

He squeezed her shoulder, though whether it was a mix of offense at the comment, an attempt to comfort her, or both, she wasn't sure. "I can only tell you that I'd never tell anyone if I knew." He paused, as if to consider something, then added, "Even if it wasn't me - if it was someone else you trusted - I just don't want you to carry this alone."

She glanced up at him without moving her head, her mouth moving to reply but she ended up choking, then coughing in response to the air she'd just lost. Luka's free hand found her other shoulder as he leaned towards her, all the concern and love she could ever ask for being offered in his eyes.

He seemed to want to continue their conversation, but found something else to prioritize instead. "Do you want anything? Have you drank any water lately?"

The question caught her off guard until she remembered her coughing and mentally acknowledged that she might've been neglecting herself far more than she should've. Luka's hearing was on point, and she figured he must've heard the dryness of her throat.

She let out a small noise instead of a reply, no words given but Luka understood anyway. He stood up, his hands lingering on her for as long as possible before he turned and began to head back to the Liberty.

She watched him go, an ache in her chest even if she knew he'd come back. It reminded her of the day in the TV station where he confessed and she hadn't given him an answer, or when he'd comforted her after the break-up and she'd just taken it without a word back. It was all left incomplete, with him merely giving her  that respectful smile that told her that she only had to say what she was ready for.

But ready for what, exactly? Ready to talk? Ready for him?

Ready for herself?

"...I—" Her mouth moved on its own, her body leaning just slightly towards him as she said the words she'd always wanted to. "—I'm Ladybug."

It was practically a whisper - equivalent to a pin dropping - but Luka froze nonetheless, his foot mid-raise to take a step that never came. He'd heard her, and he finally moved as he turned to look at her, expression unreadable.

That's when the moment caught up with her, and the panic followed suit. "O-oh—oh no. Oh, I said it—you know—you—" She clutched at her capris, desperate to ground herself, but the hyperventilating was beginning to start, almost harmonizing with the sound of Luka's footsteps as he hurried over to her, closing the gap between them much faster than he had previously.

In an instant, he was on his knees in front of her, arms wrapped around her and lifting her slightly as he pulled her into a hug. She gasped in surprise, still blinking back tears as her senses registered that he was there: his body heat warming her, the fabric of his jacket against her face, the calming color combination of blues and blacks, and the faded scent of his body wash.

"L-luka," she whimpered, "I'm so sorry. Y-you're in danger—"

"It's okay," he assured softly, then again as if to be certain that she heard it, "It's okay."

She hesitated, her breathing still uneven, but she willed herself to release her capris - her fingers feeling stiff from how tightly she'd gripped them - so she could grab at his jacket instead. He responded in kind by hugging her tighter; too tight for a normal hug but just tight enough to bring her back down to reality.

"You're not alone anymore, Marinette," he whispered, "and I'm not going anywhere. I love you."

That did it, and the tears overflowed. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to however much fabric her hands could grasp as she buried her face into his shoulder. No matter how strongly she hugged him, he didn't complain, simply letting her take whatever she needed from him.

In the silence of the embrace, she could finally hear the river's melody.

— — — — —

Marinette clasped her hands together on the couch, her breathing starting to steady as she watched Luka pour her fourth cup of water since she'd gotten there, the first three of which she'd downed in mere seconds. It was just the two of them there, which was comforting, as Juleka had apparently gone to Rose's house for the rest of the day and Anarka was... well, Anarka, and wouldn't be back until who knew when.

Luka returned to Marinette with a smile, offering the full cup of water to her. She reached for it, then stopped as she noticed how badly her hand was shaking. Taking a few more controlled breaths, she offered him a smile and gently pushed the cup towards him.

At his confused look, she observed, "You haven't been taking care of yourself either."

He opened his mouth, possibly to argue, then looked away from her, his eyes darting around at nothing. She could see the internal conversation in his head, playing out a scenario where he would try to insist, she would insist back that three cups was more than enough for her and he'd also taken none himself, and they would go back and forth until he relented.

His gaze softened, the conclusion to the mental argument clearly reached as he took a few sips from the cup. Rather than sitting on the couch, he sat down on the wooden table in front of it - a typical Couffaine move - so he could face her. Then, offering her a grateful smile, he asked, "How are you feeling?"

She smiled back at him, but it faltered as she stared at her lap, taking the time to legitimately think about the question. She ran her hands along her legs in a slow motion, hoping that it would stop any shakiness somehow.

"...Scared," she answered. "Nervous. Worried. Anxious." She pursed her lips as she realized that she was just listing off synonyms at that point.

Luka leaned towards her, resting his hand over one of the ones on her lap. "But, better than before?" he guessed.

Eyes half-lidded and fond, she nodded. "Yeah, and..." She turned the hand underneath his upwards so she could hold it. "I'm really glad you're here."

"I'm glad I'm here too," he whispered, as if to make sure that this moment was only for the two of them.

They stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other's presence. Marinette was a mess of emotions, but refused to let go of the hand he'd offered her, her thumb stroking along the back of it.

"...Luka," she said after a few seconds of contemplation.

He didn't respond verbally, but he'd also already given her his full attention, and she knew he was listening.

She continued, "You're the last person I'd ever want to lose. If Shadow Moth finds out that you know—"

"If," he gently interjected, though his eyes encouraged her to go on.

"He'll use you. He'll take advantage of you. I don't want anything to happen to you, but I don't want you to leave either, because I really like you and you make me happy and better and—" She huffed, frustrated by the conundrum. "It feels like it's my fault. If I was stronger, or I wasn't so emotional, I..."

"Marinette."

She looked up at the tenderness in his voice. He set his cup down on the table, then slowly pushed himself off, crouching down in front of her as if to make himself appear as small as possible. His other hand found her free one and he held it, making their hand holding perfectly mutual.

"Do you remember the day we met? When my mom got akumatized?"

She nodded. "Yeah, of course."

He nodded in return, going on to explain, "You needed me to hide you, and I needed you to go get—" He caught himself, half-chuckling as the identity revelation adjusted his memories of that day. "—be Ladybug."

Marinette managed a smile. "You were covering for me, even back then."

He smiled back, looking almost too proud of that fact. "And we needed each other. No one can do everything alone, Marinette, so don't say you're sorry for the feelings that made up the song that's been stuck in my head ever since that day."

She swallowed involuntarily at the reminder of his confession. Judging from his smile widening, he noticed it.

"It's hard learning an instrument all by yourself," he continued, "and sad not having anyone to play to."

"And you want to be the whole crowd?" she asked quietly, her gaze drawn to their joined hands.

"Yeah," he answered, not missing a beat.

She took a breath, knowing it was too late to change things but still wanting to acknowledge the decision anyway. "O...okay. Thank you, Luka."

They exchanged loving smiles, and Marinette could've sworn that the eye contact alone was keeping her heart rate down. The future was still nerve-wracking, but she'd been afraid of it even before she'd told Luka her secret, so at least now she had someone who understood her and who she could talk to about it.

The conversation mutually ended there, but then Luka - wholly unprompted - let out an exaggerated sigh and tilted his head back. Curious, Marinette asked, "What is it?"

He grinned at her, a glint in his eyes that made it clear that he was in a teasing mood now that the atmosphere had lightened. "Does this mean I have to watch Chat Noir flirt with my girlfriend?"

She snorted, opening her mouth to reply before stopping as the words behind the joke caught up to her. She leaned forward and squeezed his hand, eyes wide with hope. "Girlfriend?"

He nodded without hesitation. "You said you didn't want to break up with me, Marinette, and I didn't want to break up with you either."

"Y-yeah, but—" She frowned, conflicted. "I'll still have to leave? Nothing's changed except you knowing why."

"I didn't date you so that we could go on dates," he replied. When she tilted her head in confusion at him, he briefly averted his gaze, a hint of shyness appearing on his face before he steeled himself up and looked back at her, clarifying, "I just wanted to be your boyfriend, dates or no dates."

"Oh. O-oh." And that was all she had to say about that, any coherent words burned away from the blush forming on her face.

Luka smiled hopefully, and Marinette quickly decided that bashfulness looked good on him. "So, if you want to make this work with me, then—"

"Yes!" she replied immediately, untangling her hands from his so she could push herself off the couch.

His eyes lit up, his arms spreading wide as she dropped into his lap, and he didn't recoil when she arched up to kiss him, her movements quick to ensure that there would've been no chance for them to be interrupted. She wrapped her arms around him, neither caring about the awkward position on the floor due to being lost in each other's touch.

There was a soft click when the kiss broke, Marinette promptly pulling herself against him and nestling her face near his collarbone, now able to properly enjoy the scent she'd missed for all those dreadful days they'd been apart.

Following up on what he'd told her underneath the bridge, she tightened her hold and whispered, "I love you too, Luka."

Snuggled so close to him, she swore that his heartbeat picked up, though she didn't have to feel it to know that he was happy, what with the way his hands shook against her and how he placed an immediate kiss on the top of her head. She let herself get absorbed in the moment, allowing herself to smile and think only of Luka, the one who respected her choices and feelings from the day they met.

There was no one else she'd rather share her identity with.

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Where We Keep Our Nightmares | Feysand

Okay so, ages ago we were having this conversation about how Rhys's sexual assault doesn't get dealt with... at all in the books, and it's been something that's played in my head ever since. So here is the angst and trauma and all the bad things CW obvs

There’s a pocket realm that Rhys opened in the first few months he came home to the Night Court. No one knows about it, not Cassian not Azriel not Mor, and when Feyre arrives, she doesn’t know about it either. That’s kind of the point.

At the time, Rhys figured he’d need time to adjust. There had been periods after wars when he had done this; days after victory, the smell of fresh blood and the last trickling thoughts of dying fae chased him from sleep and the closest thing he could get to rest was to sit in a world without light until it was dawn. And so after everything, it makes sense to Rhys that he will need to do this again.

This time is different.

Rhys knows it as soon as he is home. For a start, the nightmares drag on not for days but for weeks, and then months. And then, the dark is never dark enough. His old haunts haunt him, and in his despair one night he tears right through the film of reality and recedes into this smallest of realms until he stops shaking.

In the morning, he puts on his suit and is the High Lord of the Night Court once again. By the time Feyre is sleeping in his bed, his visits to the pocket realm are less frequent, but not ceased altogether. How can they be, when he was pinned to Aramantha’s mattress for fifty years? And despite this grudging understanding that the nightmares might just be his constant companions for a while yet, he hates it. He knows from spending hours wandering the library with the priestesses that he is not weak because has fear, but nonetheless he is weak when he is afraid. He has woken in the middle of the night unable to take command over his own lungs, sucking at the air and not receiving breath. He has been incapacitated by memories that coalesce beneath his eyelids and he is simply not strong enough to stop them.

And that is why no one can know.

No, not even Feyre, especially not Feyre, who for months was torn from her own bed and deserves to be held together by someone who loves her.

And she loves him back, too. That’s the damn miracle of her. And when she’s in his arms, when her skin is sliding over his and her mouth marks blessings on his wretched body, it is all he can do to not harm her any further. It is only what he has vowed to her.

There is one time of course, early in the piece, when the darkness crawled under the gap in his bedroom door and Feyre came to find him. He feels guilty for this still- and yet what a relief, that she had woken him. What a relief to pull his head out from the tides of his fear and find her face. The shadows had come shuddering back under his wings and the scent of her hair in the room had lulled him back to sleep after she left.

But that time she was lucky. That time it was just the ink and the ichor that that was crawling his veins and that is stuff that clouds his mind but cannot hurt her.

Not like the pocket realm episodes.

Not like the shakes that get their claws into his muscles, and choke his limbs until talons and fangs leak out. And maybe this is the part that scares Rhys the most- that he can’t control this part, and if he can rip holes in the walls of dimensions in this state, what else would he break?

And so he keeps it all far away from everyone, everyone and especially Feyre.

Feyre has other thoughts.

Feyre has been scared of many things over the course of her short life. She has been afraid of the cold, afraid of starving, afraid of death. She has been afraid of the fae, afraid of magic, and afraid that she will not be enough and not be able to save anyone. She has been afraid of Tamlin, afraid of Aramantha, afraid of Hybern, and once upon a time afraid of the cold High Lord of the Court of Nightmares.

But somewhere along the way she realized that she loved Rhys so much that the fear- it wasn’t so scary any more. And if part of the reason she felt less afraid was that Rhys was the most powerful High Lord in Prythian and he loved her too- well that was something Rhys was all too aware of.

How then can she communicate to him that it was not just okay for him to break sometimes, but that she needed him to? That it would never be equal between them while he held her nightmares for her, but his were caged somewhere beyond her reach and barred from observation.

Because of course she knows. She’s his wife, of course she does.

She doesn’t know about the pocket realm, and she doesn’t know what happens in it. But she knows that Rhys wears masks under his masks, and sometimes she wakes in the middle of the night and the male lying next to her is a glamour.

Feyre says nothing of it. Not for the first few months, when they are so happy that she doesn’t want to make him wear his pain. Not when she can run her fingers across his chest and watch all other thoughts dissolve from his mind like spun sugar in the rain.

But one day, on a very quiet night, she opens her eyes in the small hours of the morning, and just lies there. Breathing in the dark until her lover returns.

When he slides into bed, exhausted and cold, he knows she’s awake.

And he doesn’t know what to say.

The High Lord rolls onto his side to face her, but doesn’t meet her eyes. She shuffles closer, and pauses before speaking.

“Do you know,” Feyre says, early-morning soft, “that Tamlin had nightmares too.”

It’s not often she invokes the name of the High Lord of Spring, and she does not do it to hurt him.

“He never told me,” Feyre continued. “But I knew. And sometimes I think that if he had let me in, I might not have felt so alone, in mine.”

Rhys says nothing.

“Now that I’m with you, I never, ever feel alone.” She strokes his cheek now, just lightly with the pads of her fingers. “But I think you might.”

Rhys finally looks at her, and his violet eyes are on fire.

“I’m not alone with you,” he whispers.

“But sometimes you’re not with me,” Feyre whispers back.

Rhys lets out a low groan and pulls her fingers to his lips, eyes clenching closed once again. “It’s not safe for you in there,” he tells her.

“In where, darling?” Feyre asks.

Rhys looks at her for a long, long time. His thoughts swirl between them, no coherent words, just warring emotions. Feyre watches them, and waits.

“I don’t mean to shut you out,” he says finally. So quietly.

“I’m not scared.” She says it like a secret. Rhys scans her eyes, wanting and not wanting this. Eventually, he agrees.

“Okay,” he says hoarsely. “Next time, I promise.”

And then he reaches for her and tucks her tight against his body, listening to her heart beating and wondering if this is a very, very bad idea.

There are no more incidents for the next couple of weeks. During this time, Feyre watches Rhys laugh with his brothers, argue with Mor, and strategize with Amren. He’s loving and patient and kind and wicked, and when her legs are wrapped around his hips and he’s telling secrets to the soft skin at the hollow of her throat, she wonders where he keeps his nightmares. It’s only a matter of time.

When it does happen, it’s on a day that had felt relatively normal to Feyre. Rhys was himself, spent half the day sparring with Azriel and micromanaged while Mor cut his hair. She goes to bed late; Rhys is already asleep when she gets into bed and she curls up against the warm brown skin of his back and drifts off within minutes.

Feyre does not know how much time has passed when she is woken by the spasms that shake the bed.

She looks over at the High Lord, whose eyes are still closed, but his brow knits together and his mouth twitches in half-words. His fists clench and unclench, his knees jerk up under the blanket.

Feyre sits up and tries to soothe him as best as she can without getting kicked. She calls his name softly, and strokes his damp hair. She lays cool hands on the shields of his mind. They are shut tight. She speaks a little louder.

“Rhys, you’re dreaming. Come back, my love.”

And then his eyes snap open and where there was once night sky there’s just wide panic. He says her name, just once, and then grabs her and they winnow.

Feyre opens her eyes and looks around her. They seem to be in a small space that has some semblance of brick walls around them. But they’re incomplete; there’s also stretches of black nothingness as if someone had started building but then gave up.

Rhys is right behind her.

“Rhys?” she says. “Where are we?”

“The pocket realm,” he whispers, looking straight past her. She frowns, and searches his pale, haunted face.

Feyre steps forward and puts her hands on Rhys’s bare chest, wanting to ask more questions. But Rhys flinches and takes her hands off him.

“I’m sorry,” he says quickly. He steps backward, and trips over his feet. “I can’t… you can’t…”

His breathing is coming faster now, and Feyre holds her hands up.

“Rhys…”

His back hits a wall and he drops down into a crouch. Feyre takes a step forward, but Rhys yells “stop, please…” and then before Feyre can say anything he’s gone and his beast is snarling at her and snapping its teeth.

“Woah, okay darling, it’s alright.” She holds her hands up and backs away. The beast stalks forward, tail whipping back and forth near the floor. Feyre flicks a glance behind her, and then sits down against the opposite wall. “It’s alright honey. I’ll just be right here.”

The beast huffs, and looks away from her. It starts pacing the floor, trying to climb the sections of wall between the passes of blackness and dropping scales where its flank rubs against the bricks.

Feyre folds her legs under herself, and watches it. When she starts to hum, it takes an interest in her again.

The beast makes a few passes of the room, nearer and nearer her. At one point, she tries to reach out again, but it shrinks back from her and bares its teeth. Feyre drops her hands back into her lap, and it relaxes.

They go on like this for some time, until finally the beast seems to tire, and curls up in front of Feyre. It closes its eyes, and Feyre waits another minute before attempting to touch it again. When she puts out her hand, the beast opens one violet eye to watch her, but does not protest.

Slowly, very slowly, Feyre puts her hand on the beast’s nose. It lets her stroke it, eyes sliding closed again. It sighs, and then shifts back into Rhys.

“Rhys,” Feyre says softly.

“Feyre?” Rhys looks up, and looks shaken. “Where am I?” He scrambles up into a sitting position. “Why are we here, you shouldn’t be here, I should…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Feyre soothes. She pauses. “Is it okay if I touch you now?”

Rhys closes his eyes, and lays his head down in Feyre’s lap.

“Yes, it’s okay now.”

She runs her hands through his dark curls.

“Well that’s attractive, huh?” Rhys mutters. But his hands are shaking and his face is pale.

“Just breathe with me,” Feyre tells him. She takes deep breaths in through her nose, and out through her mouth. And Rhys follows.

The next night, Rhys is curled around Feyre with her back against his chest and his nose in the join of her shoulder. He’s thinking about the pocket realm, and Feyre can hear him.

“Is it always like that?” she asks him. Rhys takes a moment to answer.

“No,” he says. “Sometimes it’s better. Sometimes it’s worse.”

“I’m glad you let me in.”

Rhys kisses her hair, and doesn’t reply.

“Maybe you can tell me more about it, and what you need from me when we’re in there.”

“You don’t need to do anything for me, just being you is enough.”

“No, come on,” Feyre says. She turns to face him. “Like, okay, you don’t like to be touched? When you’re like that?”

Rhys shifts uncomfortably, and avoids her eyes. “Sometimes,” he says. “Sometimes it’s like… I don’t want any touch at all, I can’t have anyone near me.”

“I didn’t know,” Feyre says quietly. Rhys frowns.

“I don’t like… not wanting you,” he says slowly. He looks up now, searching for understanding. Feyre nods.

“I know you love me,” she says. Rhys takes her hands.

“It’s not always,” he says, demonstrating by kissing the back of her hand.

“Will you tell me when you feel like that?”

“I’ll try.”

Feyre nods. “And not when you’re in the pocket realm?”

“Not… always,” Rhys tells her. He trails a hand over her shoulder and down her side, watching the curve as he goes. “Sometimes…”

“Sometimes what?” Feyre prompts, when he doesn’t continue. He toys with a lock of her hair.

“Sometimes I want you too much,” he says.

“What’s too much?”

Rhys sighs. “Hopefully we won’t have to find out.”

“Maybe I’d like to know.”

“No,” Rhys says quickly. “I get.. dangerous, I think. Sometimes I feel so completely out of control in there, sometimes I can’t stand anything and sometimes I want to devour… everything. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.”

“I think you’re doing fine,” Feyre says. There’s a pause again. Then she says, “I’m not scared of you, you know.” Rhys buries his face in her neck.

“Well maybe you should be,” he says.

“Tell you what,” Feyre whispers. “If ever I start feeling unsafe with you in the pocket realm, I promise to winnow myself back out. Okay?”

She can feel Rhys’s heart speed up at the thought, but after a moment, he agrees.

It’s a longer stretch this time until the next nightmare. Like last time, Feyre isn’t sure what sets him off. They had had a good day. Unlike last time, she doesn’t wake until they’ve already winnowed. She looks up, and there’s Rhys, in the same loose trousers he had gone to sleep in.

But he’s also not Rhys.

Feyre keeps still, and watches him. Rhys is crouched a little way away from her. His fingers are curled and are tipped with gleaming black claws. His lips are pulled back over his teeth, which have elongated at the canines. Shimmering black scales ripple up one side of his neck, and his pointed ears angle back towards his head. His wings stretch up and back behind him.

“Rhys?” Feyre says tentatively.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he hisses at her. “Winnow out. Now.” His eyes spark, and there’s a warning growl issuing from somewhere low in his chest. She can see his teeth changing shape, back and forth as if they can’t tell what they’re supposed to be.

“I’m here because I want to be,” Feyre tells him. She sounds more certain than she feels.

Rhys moves then, suddenly and disjointedly, and next thing Feyre knows he’s got his hand around her throat and her back is pressed up against the ruins of a brick wall.

“You want to be here?” Rhys purrs. His talons prick into her skin.

“Yes,” Feyre whispers, and reaches for him. She strokes his face, and runs her fingers over his lips. “Wherever you are.” It’s difficult to speak, but the words are important.

“And what about, whatever I am?” Rhys asks her. He’s looking at her but he’s so, so far away. Her feet lift off the floor. But she’s immortal, and she’s not afraid.

“What are you?” she asks.

“I’m angry,” her lover whispers. “I’m so angry I could die.”

His gaze flickers, then, and his grip loosens around her neck. He blinks, and Feyre is just stretching out again when his fist smashes into the wall next to her. Brick crumbles next to her ear, and before she can so much as startle, he’s got his mouth on hers and his tongue demands her attention. His fangs cut her lips, and the taste of blood is bright like copper between them.

And still Rhys pushes forward, his thigh shoves between her legs and his claws tear at her clothes. Feyre tries to kiss him back, can barely keep up but is trying so hard to be where he is. And she knows her fae body can take it.

Rhys lifts her against the wall and squeezes her backside hard enough to bruise. He shoves inside of her, and Feyre bites down hard on her lip to stop herself from crying out. Her eyes water in pain but still she wraps her arms around him as tightly as she can, and threads her fingers through his hair when he buries his head in the crook of her neck. He pauses only briefly, groaning in his throat, before he’s moving too hard and too fast. He pounds into her relentlessly, rows of scales shivering in and out of his skin as it tries to decide whether he’s fae or beast.

“It’s okay,” she whispers, as his hips punch into hers. “It’s okay.” He fucks her so hard she can feel it in her stomach, and all the while his hands roam roughly over her breasts, her throat, her hair. He doesn’t seem to be in control of the way his claws appear and retract, or maybe he’s not aware of them as slide down her back drawing blood.

Rhys lets out a growl that hurts Feyre’s ears, and then lifts her up a little by the hips, only to slam her back hard enough to crack the wall. Feyre’s vision blacks out for just a second and all she can do is hold on to Rhys as loose bricks fall around them and break apart around his feet. She doesn't feel big enough to contain his fury, and yet she must. His grip crushes the bones of her, and the merciless rhythm of his strokes hammers a tattoo that drowns her. His fangs scrape her neck, her teeth rattle with his impact, and she’s just wondering how much her skeleton can actually withstand when he comes, hard and shuddering into her. Her own orgasm takes her by surprise, and she climaxes silently when he does. Feyre keeps stroking his hair as he cries out, and shakes in her arms. Eventually, he slides them to the floor and she sits in between his legs and hugs him while he catches his breath.

When Rhys finally looks up, she gives him a gentle smile.

“Alright?” Feyre whispers.

Rhys looks like he is going to answer, but then his eyes catch sight of her body.

She’s got blood on her chin, and swathes of grazes where his scales have scratched her. There are angry teeth marks in her shoulder in a perfect circle. Black and purple bruises are pulling up around her hips. Rhys turns her slowly, and finds red, wet claw marks down her back. His face contorts in horror, and he throws himself backward and away from him.

“Feyre,” he mumbles. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” his face crumples and the scales ripple back up across his chest, flashing as they disappear and reappear in panic. “Oh gods, oh gods, I’m so sorry…” He’s breath is coming in short and sharp now, and his hands pull at his hair.

“Hey!” Feyre rolls to her knees and sit down again opposite Rhys. “Hey, everything’s okay, look, look…”

She holds out her arms and sure enough, by the time he’s lifted his head there are only a few pale lines on her skin and these too are healing fast. Feyre touches Rhys’s chin.

“Dawn court, remember?” she says softly.

Relief visibly floods Rhys’s body, and he slumps against the wall behind him with a moan. Feyre inches closer, and uses what is left of her nightgown to wipe the tears and brick dust from the High Lord’s face. The black scales fade, his talons recede, and when he opens his eyes, she tries that smile again.

“I’m so sorry,” is all Rhys says.

Feyre folds his hands in hers.

“Thank you for letting me in,” she says. “You did not hurt me. You are not alone.”

After that night, Rhys is never in the pocket realm alone again. More often than not, Feyre sits quietly and waits for him to return to himself. And Rhys is so thankful for her because it finally feels like one day, not now but one day, they’ll walk out of that broken place for the very last time. They'll finally be out from Under the Mountain.

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[bonky-n-steeb]

𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐸

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴

𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆!𝘽𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 | 𝙈𝙊𝘽!𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬:  Your life is as good as it gets. The perfect husband, the perfect daughter, the perfect job. But what you are unaware is that your husband is a deadly assassin and your long-lost friend, now a fearsome mob boss is hell bent on getting you back. But what you don’t know can't hurt you, right?

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦:  psychological disorder, PTSD, domestic abuse, yandere, obsession, violence, cursing. If you find any of this triggering please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, sᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ

My previous account was deleted so I’ll be posting the stories again. I’ll be changing this one, so yeah.

Inform me if y’all wanna be tagged!

As the Winter Soldier entered the house, his instincts kicked in. The house was too quiet for his liking. He kept the bags on the sofa and started climbing up the stairs towards your bedroom. Oh, how much he loved you. You had never left his side, not when he lost his arm, not when the guilt became too much to live with and he cried his eyes out near you while you said sweet nothings into his ears. He wanted to keep you by side always, he wasn’t ever letting you go. Soon he was going to ask you to leave your job and stay at home looking after him and Iris.  

He couldn’t stand to see the tired look in your eyes, how you managed everything, your job, your kid, the house and most importantly him. In the beginning he was afraid you wouldn’t love him, that you would only love Bucky, but you loved him just as much; though you were unaware that he existed in Bucky. Bucky was an idiot to let you roam free and be away from him, especially when the world is filled with cruel people. He was a fool to let you be friends with Thor or any man in general. You were only his and Bucky’s. He was Bucky only, but he was much stronger and capable than Bucky. He was the one who would protect you, not Bucky. The Soldat loved you much more than Bucky ever could.  

As he opened the door, he noticed you were in the bathroom. As he entered inside, for a second even he was shocked. You were sitting with your legs folded and staring wide eyed at his computer. He noticed you were watching his files and videos and you were so dumbstruck that you didn’t even notice him standing at the door.  

But seeing you watch him do the deed sent a weird wave of pride through him. He wasn’t ever going to tell you any of this, after all it was highly confidential and your life could have been jeopardized. But seeing you now, watching his skilled work with awe, made his chest swell with pride. He deserved to get his work appreciated by his wife; after all, he had put sweat and blood in it, and you weren't even aware, but not anymore. What he failed to notice was that it wasn’t awe on your face, it was unadulterated fear.  

He could clearly see as your eyes filled with tears and you pressed a hand on your face. He knew you were scared, but he would tell you not to be. For you, there was nothing to be afraid of him. As you started to puke, he went and held your hair in one hand while with the other he quietly shushed you. The last thing he wanted was to see you suffer. He wanted to protect you, keep you safe from the world, not hurt you.  

After you emptied your stomach, you slouched besides the toilet and huffed loudly. The tears from your eyes weren't stopping. “Peeking in other people’s stuff ain’t a good habit, doll.” he said calmly as he folded his hands while leaning against the door frame.  

Your eyes widened when you realized that it was Bucky shushing you all this while. But why would he do that, now that you had found his secret. Maybe he was being merciful before killing you. Wait, he was going to kill you!!! You had seen top secret information and there was no going back. You averted your gaze from him as you stared at the laptop. Another video of Bucky’s murders running on it.  

You couldn't exactly make out what the video was as your eyes were filled with unshed tears. “He had a big ass fence and four huge dogs guarding the house. But well, all dogs can be lured by treats.” he said shrugging as if he was talking about your neighbors' dogs and not of the person he had killed. And you realized he regretted nothing; he was talking about murdering people with pride rather than guilt.  

“Make it quick.” your voice was barely audible as pathetic sobs escaped your eyes. The Winter Soldier titled his head in confusion, “And what made you think that I’m going to kill you?” you looked up at him with even more fear. “I wasn’t supposed to see all this. And I’ve seen enough movies and read enough books to know what happens when you see stuff you aren't supposed to.” you shivered violently at the thought.  

The Soldier chuckled dryly “You are right, if they know that you’ve seen all this, then they wouldn’t bat an eyelid in executing you. But... who is going to tell them? Not me for sure. I just need one promise, you aren't ever going to tell this to anyone, no matter what, no matter whose life is at stake. You are going to pretend you never saw any of this. Delete all this from your brain right now!” he ordered.

His commanding voice sent shivers down your spine, “I promise, I promise not to tell anyone....... I'm sorry, please.” you had no idea for what you were apologizing or pleading for. “It's okay.” he said with a faint smile as he picked you up gently and you wondered whether it was the same man capable of killing people in the blink of an eye. As you quietly sat on the bed, you dared not look at him; he on the other hand was lovingly staring at you.

You wanted to tell him to give up this job and start anew, but you knew this wasn't the right timing. “Don't worry, I’ll keep you safe. You don’t have to do anything. Just sign your resignation and I'll turn it in. You'll be safe in this house. You don't even have to ever leave it. The hospital doesn’t even pay you enough for your handwork.”

You looked at Bucky with shock and betrayal, you absolutely adored your work. You wouldn’t ever give up being a surgeon and saving lives. You had spent years trying to reach where you were today, and you loved doing what you did. How could Bucky ever say something like that. He was always so supportive but well, he wasn’t the same Bucky he once was.

“You wouldn’t ever meet any other man. Doll, you don't know how this world is, there are lunatics, murderers and all kinds of bad people. But I’ve vowed to keep you safe and I will. Just don’t, just don’t stop loving me.”  

“You are joking right? You don’t mean that... do you?” You asked unsure of his words. “Why would I joke about this?” Your heart beat so loudly that you knew he heard it. To keep you inside your house like a prisoner, had he lost his mind? You enjoyed your freedom more than anything. And at that exact moment you realized that Bucky had utterly and completely lost his sanity.

“You can’t do that! I love my job and I’m not resigning anytime soon. I have friends for Christ’s sake. I have a goddamn life James! What the hell do you mean I won’t see any other men?” You lost your cool. Enough was enough. He couldn’t control your life; you wouldn’t let him.

You took a deep breath; you didn’t want him to misinterpret your next words and ignore you. “James, I believe it should be the other way around. I think it’s time you drop being a hit man. It’s not safe...” at your words he tilted his head and squinted his eyes. But still you continued, “It’s clearly dangerous. The things you’re doing, they could jeopardize all our lives, you, me, Iris. And the way you kill...” you cleared your throat and shook your head.

“It’s not safe for your mental health too. Look Buck, you think I don’t know, but I know you secretly cry at night. You feel guilty, so just stop now. We’ll work it through before it’s too late.” You said while rubbing his arm.

“Think about Rissie, she misses her dad so much when you are gone. Maybe take a job where you won’t have to leave and you can be with her so much more. Also... the lives that you’ve... umm.... they are taking a toll on you. You are not present with us anymore Buck, you stare off and don’t give a shit as to what we say. And it’s not just me that notices. You get irritated so quickly, it’s difficult Bucky. But it can all change if you want, Buck.”

Soldat’s talented ears ignored every word you said and only paid attention to the fact that you care about him so much. He doubted that you would get hysterical knowing what he did, but instead you were worried for him. You were ready to forgive him. He was the luckiest bastard.  

You saw his love-struck expression and you knew he wants listening to you. “Bucky...!!??? Listen to what I’m saying! Leave that goddamn job!” You lost your cool and yelled at him.

“Do you know why I took that job? They gave me a chance! They gave me my arm back. I would’ve hated being a burden to you and now look, I’m capable to taking care of you. You don’t understand, I can’t leave that job. They gave birth to me.” Your heart ached at his words.

“Bucky, nothing matters if I’m gonna lose you...!!! You are all that matters. And working for Hydra hasn’t fixed you; it had broken you even more. I miss my Bucky. Please, ple....”

At your words, the Winter Soldier snapped his head towards you, “What did you say? Huh, you miss who?” You narrowed your eyes and you couldn’t quite get the meaning of his words. “What? I said I missed Buck, you were so sweet not controlling, I just...” you stopped talking seeing the deadly expression on his face.

“That idiot Bucky is not going to save you! It’s me! I’m the one who will keep you safe. I love you so much more than Bucky ever has. Don’t you understand. Bucky is weak and he is not coming back.” You winced at his cruel words.

“James, you are the Soldat right now? You.... you need help.” You stuttered. At your words Soldat lost his cool, couldn’t you understand and accept his love for you. He raised his flesh arm and slapped you across the face. What was in Bucky that wasn’t in him. He was right, you only loved him as you thought it was Bucky; you didn’t love the Soldat. But he was Bucky, too right?

“Bucky!!!” You held your stinging cheek. You might have tolerated his words but how dare he hit you? You weren’t the one going to sit back and take his shit. In the heat of the moment, you slapped him back. “How dare you?” you screamed at him. He just closed his eyes and took a deep breath; he knew he had messed up big time. The Soldat was scared of one thing: your anger and resentment in him. He hated when he upset you.

“James enough is enough. I’ve had too much of your shit! All I try to do is support you and care for you. I literally handle this house, a job, I look after Rissie, and I take care of you like you are a child. Not once have I ever complaint.

James, I love you so much, but it’s so taxing! Love is not supposed hurt; it’s not supposed to be one sided. I try everything I can to help you. But you? You just don’t care! All you do is come up with stupider excuses. Keeping me home? Making me leave my job? What the fuck is wrong with you?” You shook your head and pinched your nose.

“Look James, I can’t do this anymore. I think we should take a break. We both need to breathe. We need to take a look at things from a different perspective....” before you could continue, he snapped.

On moment you were trying to talk some sense into him and the next you were pinned to the wall with his metal arm squeezing the life out of you. Your eyes widened and you desperately tried to breathe, but he had blocked your windpipe. “Jame...” you couldn’t even continue your sentence.

The Soldat was furious. How could you? How could you suggest that he leave you? You didn’t need a break, you needed him. Only him. And he was going to prove it to you. He wouldn’t let you leave. You started banging your hands on his arm but it was of no use. His eyes were dead, like in the videos. And that scared you more.

Finally, your arms gave out and you were on the verge of passing out. Yet that didn’t stop him, he was a madman with a point to prove. But then a small blood vessel burst open in your left cheek. And when Bucky noticed that, he came back to his senses.

He quickly left his grip and ran back, bumping into the bed. You sagged back down the wall, wheezing. For minutes or for hours you couldn’t tell, you both didn’t dare move. You were shivering and sobbing. And he was contemplating everything, how could he?

He wasn’t the Winter Soldier right now, he was Bucky. Why did the Soldat had to ruin everything? He was fine till it was limited to killing, but ruining his marriage. What could he ever possibly do to make up to you?

Bucky was the first one to speak up, “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I... that wasn’t me; or maybe that was. I don’t know. I’m so confused. You were right, I shouldn’t have joined Hydra. I... I don’t know what to say, what to do.... ,,.... please say something, don’t stay quiet. Please.!” He pleaded with tears in his eyes.

“Tell me, tell me what shall I say so that you wouldn’t snap.” Your voice was hoarse and it was hurting to even say one sentence. “You are right, we should give each other space.” His heart broke to million pieces, but he knew it was right. The Soldat could come back any moment and he was too unstable to stay with you and Rissie.

“I’ll... uhmm.. I’ll leave. I can come here for an hour everyday till...” he suggested. “Please, please don’t. You are too scary. Think about Iris. Just go to Rachel, you’ve denied it for too long and look at us. If she says you are stable enough, come back anytime. But... not before.” Rachel was your friend and an excellent psychiatrist. “Oh, okay. Forgive me please. I’m sorry...”

“Leave please!” You quietly observed as he picked up his duffel bag, which was packed all the time for emergency, and left the room. You got up and followed him, all while thinking of the beautiful moments you shared with Bucky. “Goodbye.” He said and you nodded as he left the house in his car.

“Umm, are you okay? I was worried, I don’t mean to pry. I just heard some commotion.” Sam said as he entered your front yard. Sam was neighbor and a dear friend. He had moved in soon after you had. But you had known each other much before that. He used to frequently visit your hospital with one reason or another. You guessed he had a thing for one of the nurses but he never agreed. He was a light hearted person and you enjoyed his company.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I appreciate your concern.” you tried your best to smile. His eyes quickly went to the bruises on your neck. “You don’t have to be formal, tell me. We are friends. Are you fine? Do you need something.” You couldn’t stop your tears at his concern.

“I’m not fine, but I don’t want to talk about it right now.” You said wiping the tears off. “If you need me, anytime, I’m just one call away.” He gave you a warm smile. “Thanks Sam. I’m so glad you are my friend.”

“You are hell bent on giving me diabetes with your sweet words, lady. Take care of yourself. I’ll be right next door.” He said as he saw you walk into the house.

He quickly exited your house and removed his phone from his pajama. He had to make a call.

☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎

You were in your own thoughts. Bucky hadn’t once called you or showed up in the past six days. You had expected him to come back the next day or at least call.

As you walked back home from the hospital, you didn’t notice the huge Greek god of a man walk straight into you. “I’m sorry.” You said out of instinct without looking up.

You stopped right in your tracts when you heard a familiar yet much affirmative voice calling your name. You turned around and stared right into his eyes. He had changed, become much much bigger and stronger than before. But his eyes, they were the same.

“Steve?!” you asked with sudden excitement. He gave you a radiant smile which instantly improved your day.

Lost in the joy of meeting your long-lost friend, you were both unaware of the pair of eyes keenly observing your every move.

[jomamaofficial]

You should have said something: Finale (Bakugou x fem!Reader)

A/N: HELLO BESTIES, IT'S YOUR *lmao I just realised I wrote sentimental here instead of CRUSTY here* CRUSTY TOE HERE. Now please, for the love of whoever's up there, PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS. I'm not going to dawdle along because this was the finale you all were waiting for, so enjoy. Social Media & LinkTree & Discord Server TW: Very gruesome descriptions of: Death, Burning, Heavy cursing, Blood, Abuse. Masterlist Taglist: @spicy-therapist-mom @speedmetalqueen @silentw-lkr @loki-an-idiot @clickbait-official @captainchrisstan @kamalymaly @idk-sam @runrabbitrun3 @power-house-fan12 @mrslawliet @memeingcheetah27 @lonleyweeb77 @midnight-storm Word Count: 1743

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Sirens flooded the scene, police cars blinding passerbys. Ambulances rushed to the location, paramedics pushing their way through the crowd of people, the heat travelling the smell of iron across the streets of Musutafu. Firefighters reached the estate, dragging people away from the hazard, eyes gawking at the uproar of fire. The house was engulfed in flames, crying voices piercing through the ears of those who looked on. Ashes here and ashes there, belongings erupting into soot and red embers.

A body was heaved onto the stretcher, blood staining the white cotton.

“The heart rate is lowering, I repeat the heart rate is lowering.”

The static noise from the walkie talkie was merely another addition to the tumultuous screams and orders.

Wind ran through his hair, panic stricken over the nurse's face who ran as fast as her environment could let her, the heavy but precious, bleeding body straining her arms and staining her hands.

The door was held open, commands being barked at her.

The reporters bombarded her, obstructing the nurse’s view. She shoved past them; her heart hammered in her chest inspecting the monitor, her movements speeding up as she reached her destination. The body was rushed into the ambulance, attached to pipes and machines.

It was the last thing the public saw before the door was shut and the sirens fled away.

Trending headlines and hashtags spread like wildfire.

Masaru switched on the TV, his wife finishing up her dinner in the other room.

“I am now live at the Bakugou-L/N estate. Word from our information team has come out and the fire has been going on for twenty minutes, however these twenty minutes were enough for Prohero Ground Zero to be sent to the emergency room after a local found him covered in burn marks and injuries inside his already smoking house. Prohero Y/HN is nowhere to be found and all forms of contacts have been shut off. I am now handing over to Tanaka-san who is live at the-”

Switched off. Masaru sat there glued to his seat with his fingers pressing on the power button.

-

Hope came crashing down and you could only stare at the broken screen of your phone, tiny glass particles spewed on the floor.

Your skin was boiling up but your blood ran cold. Your throat dried up but your tears were wet. You couldn’t feel anything but his nails, digging in through the layers of clothing you comforted yourself in.

If you could go back in time, you would have. If you could stop yourself from dialing Izuku’s number, you would have. Anything, anything would have been better than this.

Silence. And you still had the urge to cover your ears. There was nothing to look at apart from your only form of communication. Everything else was black. And the traitorous phone that gave you away was dissipating as well. It faded away from your sight, leaving you a wide smile on your face. Too wide. Stretching from one cheek to the other, your lips were quivering, forcing it to stop. But it didn’t stop. It was getting wider and wider and it was hurting but could you stop it? No.

You couldn’t stop anything. Not this marriage, not this moment, not your own body.

He pulled on your hair and you couldn’t even stop the pain. He crushed your face between his hands, searing pressure building up in your skull and you still couldn’t stop him. He shouted and he screamed and it was slowly seeping into your skull how loud he really was. Nothing would stop. You couldn’t stop it.

You were useless. Your shrieks were useless because he drowned them out with his own voice.

His words were barely comprehensible. You could either focus on the warm blood trickling down your hairline, or him.

But that took energy. And right now, trying to stay alive was sucking all of the energy out of you.

“YOU FUCKING BROKE RULE NUMBER THREE, YOU FUCKING WHORE.”

Rule number three spiked your interest. Not because you remembered what it was. It only drew your attention to him amidst all the repeated curses and the names and the agony, ‘rule number three’ was something new.

Why would you understand rule number three though, you couldn’t even understand why you were smiling, giggling underneath your breath.

“And out of all the people you could have gone to”, he sucked in a breath, squeezing your cheeks. He could feel your clenched teeth fighting against the strength of his hold.

“You fucking went to that useless cunt Deku”, Bakugou spat out, a crazed glint in his eyes as he felt your face shake and crumble under his grip.

“Where is he now huh?” he scoffed, a breathy laugh escaping from the depths of his body.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT PATHETIC BITCH NOW?” Screaming once again, he activated his quirk, missing you by a hair. The flames mocked you, free to move, free to grow.

“Is he gonna come and get you now? See your precious ‘Izu-kun’ anywhere?” he derided, smiling at the blackened area his palms left on your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’M SORRY.”

Your tears said it enough, tears that were mixed in with the sweat and blood that dripped from your forehead. All you wanted was someone, someone who would hold you and stroke your head and clean you up. Someone who would take him away from you and let you live in a fantasy where you weren’t wrong anymore.

You apologized in the false anticipation that he would stop, and caress your face and pepper it in small kisses. You apologized in the false anticipation of thinking that’s what he needed all along. Just an apology.

So when he pushed you off of the sofa, your knees igniting in irritantance and bruises, you could only look at him. And when he crouched down in front of you, tilting your chin upwards, your heart almost fluttered at the thought that he would pull you into a kiss. A warm kiss where you would feel at home and feel loved.

The sad part was that you knew that you would forgive him if he kissed you once.

But the worst part was that you knew this would never happen. And it didn’t. But you were happy to live in your delusion. Because your delusion masked the sheer force at which he defiled your body.

The lethal blaze mirrored the lethal blaze that ignited his eyes. And this was the last time you’d ever see such hate, and animosity in them.

With your hands shielding you too late, all you saw was a blinding light shining through you, filling every crevice in your body with a scorching glow. But then it was extinguished by the darkness.

Alarms were going off in your head, telling you to breathe quickly and panic and scream and reach out and find something to see. And you did. And it entertained him.

So small and so vulnerable, scrambling around beneath him to try and escape. But he had you under his grip. And he wasn’t going to let you go until you remained lifeless under him.

Smoke infiltrated your lungs, forcing you to flail and writhe on all fours. You were heaving, trying oh so very hard to breathe in the oxygen that limitlessly surrounded you.

But you were useless. And you couldn’t breathe to save your life.

Coughing and slobbering, kneeling in front of him, you begged.

“Please, forgive me.”

“Please, I’m sorry.”

“Please, I didn’t mean to.”

“PLEASE, MAKE IT STOP. PLEASE JUST MAKE IT STOP.”

The fumes were stabbing at your throat, filling your head with fog.

And your world was running slowly. The noise was slowed, darker and deeper, slurred beyond understanding. The agony was slow; equally as painful, but slow. It gave you little breaks in between to piece everything together, bit by bit.

Growing up, your world was black and white: heroes were benevolent, there to serve the society and protect them whereas villains were malevolent, there to wreck the balance of society and harm them as they pleased.

Growing up, the first people you relied on were heroes. Even as the Number 3 Hero, Y/HN, you relied on your colleagues who worked day and night to ensure the safety of the country you served.

Maybe that was your downfall. Blindly trusting heroes as if they were some sort of untouchable deities who could never harm. Because here you were, taking the last few breaths with your world spinning around you and being snatched away from you.

And it wasn’t at the hands of a villain that you were dying. It was at the hands of your so-called superior, the Number 2 Hero: Ground Zero.

Ground Zero; the hero who everyone respected but feared. His snarl, his anger, his drive. The very hero who was found in every treacherous battlefield. He was the same hero who took on anything he found that threatened the life of the citizens he made his duty to protect from harm's way.

But who would take him on when he caused harm to you?

No one.

It wasn’t the smoke, or the burns, or the bleeding that caused you to take your last breath. It was the realization that no one would save you.

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The pulse under Katsuki’s fingers diminished until it was nothing. And he cried. Veins standing out in livid ridges, his eyes seared in rage as they watered and dripped down his face, cooling his body in the circle of fire he put himself in.

If he wasn’t trained to suck his guilt up every time his hands were responsible for someone’s downfall, he would have been consumed in his own self loath…

But what was the point of feeling guilty when you deserved it?

It was because of you Eijiro broke up with him. And he internally promised himself he would always stand by this.

Blinking away his tears, he channeled all the remaining energy he had, letting his anger flow through out of his body.

His wrists were giving in but he swore it was the final time. Just one more blow. One more big blow.

Silencing his cries underneath the deafening roar of his explosions, he clenched his jaw, pressuring his body on and on.

No one would find you now. No one would know.

[killerskillercaptain]

Applause

pairing : Levi Ackerman x Reader

wc : 1.8 k

themes : the ceremony honoring Levi's squad (including you) after the reclaim of Shiganshina went wrong, angst, hurt, comfort.

warnings : angst and hate

A soft light drenched your silhouette standing in front of the mirror. Inspecting yourself, you flatted out any crease on your long army jacket while arranging the collar of your shirt. You stood there staring at the image reflected to you : you looked put together, but your face still reminded you of everything that happened just days ago. Retaking Shiganshina didn't feel like a victory at all. With all that was lost, there was no praise, no glory, no nothing, only a bitter sweet sense of accomplishment, more torturing than satisfying.

You looked at the bags under your eyes, at the cuts lacerating the side of your face, even though you've been granted enough sleep and medical care to recover, you were still exhausted, and you could still see that dark cloud veiling your eyes, images of hell still flashing in front of you.

You heard a small knock on the door of the quarters you have been assigned to. It was time to go, the ceremony was about to start.

You shouted a weak but audible "yes" before heading out of the room. When you opened the wooden door , you were met by two even more tired eyes.

Levi

"They're waiting for us"

You walked side by side in the sumptuous corridors, you were in the capital and inside this part of the walls, everything looked so lavish that you felt out of place. You didn't exchange any word for a long moment until Levi broke the silence by asking if you were able to rest.

"Not really no"

By the way he stayed silence after you answered his question, you understood that it was the same for him.

The reason you weren't able to rest was the anticipation, no, the dread you felt in regards to this ceremony. With the suicidal charge Erwin commended causing the death of so many soldiers, both young and older ones, all of you who had survived this, felt sick to your stomach, you were all eaten by a sentiment that vastly resembled guilt. You, the rest of Levi's squad and Levi himself being the ones always coming back alive started to sound like a bad sonata to the ears of the population, they would rather see their sons, daughters, cousins and husbands coming back rather then the ones who always manages to make it, so eventually, you were expecting the worst to come out of this ceremony, and you felt that this honoring event was gonna put you all on an unwelcoming spotlight.

Approaching the great doors of the ceremonial chamber, all of you hesitated to to enter as the guards invited you in.

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You were totally right, the moment the heavy and palatial looking doors opened to welcome you, you were met by very concerned looks. Soldiers and other various members as well as government big heads were undressing you with disapprobation, you felt your heart tighten, all of you already felt horrible enough that you cursed those blaming looks for adding more weight to your already busted shoulders.

Levi's name was called first to be given his medal, impassive as usual, Levi climbed up the stairs to where Historia stood solemnly, each one of his steps followed by a horrible comment directed at him, sometimes in a low voice, sometimes not.

"How come they're always the one coming back"

"Yeah, nothing ever happens to them how come ?"

"I bet they throw the young recruits and the less competent ones right into the titans mouths so they can protect their lives"

"I guess they don't put their lives on the line so much to be able to always come back in one piece".

"This is Levi, he can take on anything, heh, must be nice to be invincible"

Some of the comments being whispered were down right nasty and they were all directed to Levi.

Of all the people, the captain was the one to whom was directed the messiest of remarks. Everyone knew he was the strongest soldier alive, and they hated him for this exact same reason.

Seeing how Levi manages to stay composed and be able to dismiss these comments made your heart ache, you realized he must have heard them so many times to be able to ignore them like this. You knew the captain, you knew that he actually cared but had to learn not to, you felt bad realizing that this became familiar to him.

You felt so bad for the fallen ones, your heart was still mourning them to this instant but you couldn't possibly describe how gut wrenching you felt seeing Levi having to bear all the weight of the culpability people unrightfully put on him.

You clenched your fists, closed your eyes and told yourself that it was going to pass, like all the other times.

You haven't been this targeted by hate yourself, but now you were put on this unwanted pedestal and everyone could see who were the usual lucky ones, and you could feel yourself being put on the the condemning spot as it was your turn to be called and climb those cursed stairs.

You kneeled before Historia, feeling her hands ghost over your head as she put and secured the medal around your neck, repeating the same careful but solemn gestures for the second time.

"They don't deserve the medals !" shouted a particularly angry red haired youngster.

More whispers could be heard now from different parts of the ceremonial room, enough to fill the spacious chamber. Small groups started forming, their chatter was now all you could distinguish. Some were agreeing while others were quizzical, you could hear the people's subtle judgements but all you could feel was your hands becoming sweaty and an incredibly uncomfortable heat, filling your head. You already felt bad enough, you already felt undeserving enough, you already felt guilty enough, why did they have to be so-

do they not know what war is like ?

"This Arlert recruit shouldn't have been the one to be saved ! Levi's duty should have been to keep the commander alive !" spat the red-haired young man, emotion seemingly making his blood boil.

You could only stand where you were at the top of the stairs, looking at this seemingly unsatisfied and outraged human, making you doubt every single choice you made back there, you wrapped your hand over the medal holding it tightly, trying to ground yourself.

"Enough !"

It was Levi who spoke this time, putting a hand over the boy's shoulder, understanding yet firm enough for the young soldier to turn around and face the shorter man.

"A lot of tough decisions had to be made back there, if there's anyone who wants Erwin to be present with us today more than anyone, it's me."

You felt yourself trembling listening to the captain instill some sense of understanding to the soldier who seemed to try and contain his rage, even if he didn't look convinced with Levi's words. He seemed to have already judged you all as guilty.

"It wasn't an easy choice to choose Armin, it was an even harder decision to let Erwin go, but his woman out there, you say she doesn't deserve that medal, maybe, maybe none of us do, but she and all the others faced hell back in Shiganshina and had to make the toughest of choices. You're still young, but if you ever make it, you will be met with the same inconceivable decisions we did, so the least you could do is show some respect."

Levi ended his speech with a firm tone that made everyone observe a ponderous silence and just like that, every person in the room understood that the talk was over.

Soon everyone made their way to the great halls, you were informed by some subordinates that honorary soldiers would be awaited at the great dinning hall, this news made Jean and Connie start chatting vigorously about how this was the least they could do for them, both of them trying to cheer Armin up, the poor boy looked beaten down and quite affected by the guilt tripping going on in there some minutes ago.

He wasn't the only one affected by what happened in the ceremonial room, you were still trying to calm your beating heart and your pounding head, still feeling quite light-headed. The crowd, the heat, the mischievous and unforgiving gossiping, even though the ceremonial chamber was one of the largest space you've seen, you felt almost claustrophobic in there, surrounded by so many people who blamed you all for getting a chance to live longer. Your already blood-shot eyes were all watery, they stared watering when the ceremony got interrupted and you could swear Levi noticed it when you were heading towards the halls because he kept looking at you directly

"I'll be back, i'll go breathe some fresh air outside" you waved at Jean, Connie, Armin and the others, Levi had long disappeared from your view and you didn't see which direction he went so you assumed he was with Hange.

You turned around and took the opposite direction of the hall, where there were two massive gates. They were opened on an incredibly well maintained garden. When you sat foot on the marbled path you were met with gigantic and well kept trees, all sorts of trees, with even more gigantic walls guarding the property. Each wall had an impressive amount of lush greenery drapped all over them.

You walked to the wall that was the further away from the gates and stood there, your back against it. And right there, once you were sure no one would observe you, you let it all out. Within seconds, you felt heavy damp pearls making their way through your burning cheeks before landing everywhere, your shirt, your jacket, your leather boots, the soil beneath you. You weeped silently, your head suddenly empty from being too crammed seconds ago. You were ready to weep some more if it wasn't for a light touch that brushed you.

Levi was standing by your side looking at your burnt cheeks, swollen lips and red eyes.

"Don't let it get to you" he said.

"Your guilt doesn't justify their anger" he added, resting against the wall. "Yes they're angry, that's what wars do, they stir anger, pain and resentment. Everything humans don't like to be reminded of"

"Let's honor their death with the decisions we will make" he added putting a comforting hand on your shoulder, at which your heart fluttered a bit to your own surprise.

He pushed himself off the wall, hands in his pockets and headed for the gates as the familiar smell of food being cooked started filling the air, only here, even the food smelled expensive. You followed Levi into the hall, walking by his side as he silently invited you to. Heading for the dinning hall, you felt a great amount of solace being in his presence, and right now, he would never know how thankful you were to have each other's shoulders to lean on when the whole world was up against you two.

[rogue-durin-16]

YOU DRIVE ME MAD

Summary: Fred's and Y/n's silly rivalry may have more to do with love than with hate; after a fatal incident, some confessions are made.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: brief mention of violence, blood, language (this seems a lot darker than it is lmao)

A/N: idk man I just love this idiot so here it comes another oneshot. The reader's house is not specified btw. Enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

Fred spotted me and walked to stand near me before asking jokingly "On your way to kill a man, Y/n?" Oh, little did he know.

"what is that?!" I exclaimed at the sight of my friend's bruised arm.

"uhm... Nothing."

"who did that to you?" I knew the answer before I even got it. My friend had gone to break up with that Cormac McLaggen the previous night; she had finally listened to us and ended that toxic relationship they had, but apparently she got a souvenir from it.

"It's fine- he didn't mean to- Y/n don't do anything stupid." Too late, I saw red.

"I don't have time for your bullshit, Weasley." I curtly replied bumping his shoulder while I walked past him, making his smile drop in confusion. I never missed the opportunity to start a playful argument with him, but, as I had said, I didn't have time for that.

With the corner of my eye, I saw him joining my friends in the task of trailing after me.

I spotted the bastard chatting with his friends in the middle of the hallway that led to the Great Hall. "Oi, McLaggen!"

"Evening, Y/l/n." That filthy grin vanished from his face when I kicked him in the balls, triggering some gasps from our peers and a grunt of pain from him.

"Listen carefully, you loathsome pig." I leaned over to be eye to eye with him. "If you dare to lay a finger on my friend again— if you even think about it— I'll become your personal nightmare." I stood upright again, his eyes full of hate and rage following my movements. "You don't deserve a bloody warning, but I'm a generous woman." Poison dripped off my tongue, my eyes throwing daggers at him as I stepped back and turned around.

My eyes met Fred's worried ones while I made my way to my friends; they surely had told him enough for the ginger to know this was no time for joking and teasing.

His gaze then flickered behind me with panic and I realized a tad too late I shouldn't have turned my back to McLaggen; at the end of the day, pride overpowered honour in a lot of Gryffindors.

I spun around, grabbing my wand from my pocket, but I wasn't fast enough; before I knew what was happening, Fred was in front of me, serving as a human shield from the jinx.

The unknown spell hit his back and propelled us in my friends' direction. I was quickly on my knees, sitting Fred up and earning a grunt in the process, which I initially thought was caused by the fall. "Are you mental?!" My friend casted an Expelliarmus at the younger Gryffindor, long forgotten due to Fred's actions.

"My back— AH!" He yelped when I tried to pull him up.

"OI!" A first year who had made his way to the first row of students frantically gestured at Fred's back. "He's bleeding!!"

"What?!" I made him lean on me to take a look at his white shirt, now stained with blood. What I thought to be a harmless jinx turned out to be fatal.

"He's not supposed to be bleeding!" Cormac shouted, as panicked as I was.

One of my friends said something about going to look for George while the others shoot off to look for Madam Pomfrey.

"I'm gonna kill him..." Fred mumbled through gritted teeth, his voice shaky and weak. He felt so fragile in my arms, and I couldn't help the tears stinging my eyes.

"Fred—" his hands, which had been gripping my forearms, lost strength as the boy's body relaxed. "For fuck's sake don't fall asleep."

"... 'm trying..."

"FREDDIE!" His twin brother rushed to us, falling on his knees by his brother's side.

"I'm sorry." McLaggen had walked to us, keeping a safe distance.

"YOU'RE DEAD MCLAGGEN!" George stood up before I could stop him. Luckily for everyone, Madam Pomfrey showed up.

"Oh Lord! Mister Weasley, quick! Help me with your brother!" The Healer commanded, and soon they were pulling Fred off my grasp and rushing to the infirmary.

I was left in the middle of the hallway with my friends showering me with worried questions and reassurance.

What the fuck had just happened?

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During dinner, several girls and a couple of boys came to congratulate me for kicking McLaggen's balls, and it would have been a lot more satisfactory if Fred Weasley hadn't stepped in the middle.

As soon as I finished my meal, I headed to the infirmary through the now quiet halls, only to find there were too many people visiting.

Of course, George was there, along with their younger siblings and Lee Jordan, but in front of them stood Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall and none other than Cormac McLaggen himself.

"—already told you it wasn't for you!"

"How is that an apology, Mister McLaggen?" McGonagall scolded him, refraining herself from hitting the boy herself.

"You better fucking run, McLaggen, because the moment I can step out of this bed I swear on Godric I will—"

"Enough, Mister Weasley!" I almost pitied the poor woman. Her House was probably the most problematic. "All of you must go to your dormitories, Mister Weasley needs to rest." I stood on the entrance of the room, unsure of whether I should leave or enter, until Flitwick's eyes landed on my form. He redirected McGonagall's attention to me, and I felt the need of shying away. "Miss Y/l/n," I didn't miss the failed attempt of Fred to move; luckily, he was stopped by his sister. "I suppose you wanted to pay a visit?"

"Uhm... I did, Professor." I confessed, fidgeting with the sleeves of my robe. "I know it's late—"

"Don't take too long." She spoke, motioning everyone to follow her. "Curfew is still at 10." She reminded me in a warning tone, passing by.

As soon as they were out, I made my way to Fred, who lay on his stomach in one of the beds, the sheets only covering his legs an hips in order to avoid the clothing chaffing his damaged skin.

"You have a heart after all, huh?" He teased once I stood in front of him.

"How are you?" He frowned at my genuine question; the ginger surely expected me to make a witty comeback, but again, it didn't seem the time.

"A tad better." He gave me a reassuring half smile, deciding to drop our banter for a night. "Flitwick said he used a stinging jinx but casted it wrong." Fred huffed. "A bloody tosser."

He motioned at the chair behind me and I sat down, scooting closer to the bed. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he had jumped in front of me. It had hit his back, but I knew it was meant to hit my face —what a mess that would have been—, and I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"It's not on you." I felt my face flaring up at the ease with which he saw through me. I wasn't the first time he did that, but it was the first time he didn't use it to tease me.

"I know, I just—" I sighed. "I don't know." Though my sight was casted down, I still felt his worried gaze on me. "I'm gonna murder him."

"I reckon George will overtake us both on that." He tried to laugh but ended up in a since instead. "Or Gin. Maybe they'll team up with Ron and we'll find a corpse in the Gryffindor common room tomorrow." This time it was me who laughed. "How's your friend?"

"She'll be alright." I informed, distracting myself with a loose string at the hem of my skirt.

"And you?" I met his eyes with a hum leaving my mouth. "How are you?"

"Been better." I confessed.

Silence.

"Can you pass me the water?" I nodded, holding the glass in front of him and putting the straw in his mouth so he could take a couple of sips. "Thanks."

"No worries."

Silence again.

"Did you eat something?"

He scrunched his nose. "Not really."

"I'll go grab something from the kitchens." I didn't get far before his long fingers wrapped around my wrist.

"I'd rather have you here keeping my company." I then sat down again, his fingers only leaving my wrist to intertwin with mines. "I'm not hungry anyway."

More silence.

"Your hand is really soft." I reckon those words involuntarily escaped his lips by the way his eyes widened. "I don't know why I said that."

"Yours is too, surprisingly."

"Surprisingly?" He quirked an eyebrow at me, and I didn't quite realise what his grin was about until I spoke again.

"I imagined they'd be more rough." Oh no. "That came out wrong— I meant—"

"That you've imagined what my hands would feel like?" He was trying to bite back a laugh at the way my face turned red.

"No!"

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Liar."

There we went again; the white flag was out.

"Fuck you."

"Please." My cheeks turned even redder, and I wanted to think it was because of the anger. "You look really cute when you blush."

"You look really cute when you keep your mouth shut."

"Then shut me, love." He wiggled his brows at me.

"I would, but I don't wanna punch you in this state."

"You're very agressive." He pointed out, shocked that I didn't get what he was implying. "I meant with a kiss."

"Ew-" I pretended to gag. "no!"

He tugged on my hand and pulled me to my knees falling right in front of his eyes with our faces inches away. "C'mon Y/l/n, we're dragging this on now." His eyes kept falling on my mouth after I had unconsciously chewed on my lower lip.

"We're... We're not dragging on anything." I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince him or myself.

"Do you want me to start? Alright, you drive me mad." He forced his gaze to be fixed on mine. "You're annoying, rude and a pain in the arse." I huffed. "But you're also quick-witted and caring and brave." Gosh I hated how easily he made me blush. "Sometimes I want to punch you in that pretty face of yours but other times— most of the times— all I wanna do is kiss you." His thumb caressed the back of my hand. "Hell, I threw myself between you and that blonker without thinking twice!"

He raised his eyebrows, silently prompting me to say something, but I just didn't know what to say.

"Miss Y/l/n," Madam Pomfrey called, making me let go of Fred's hand an stood up. "It's almost ten o'clock! Let Mister Weasley rest." I nodded, not even looking in Fred's direction as I exited the infirmary.

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FRED'S P. O. V.

The morning after the incident, Dean and Neville dragged in an unrecognisable McLaggen; they were probably the only ones who cared about that bloke enough to take him to Madam Pomfrey, though they did it half-heartedly.

I was discharged after three days in, right before lunch, and obviously, I was received as a hero; several people came to praise my bravery or ask how I was feeling, but I just wanted to see one person.

That night in the infirmary I was sure she felt the same way —hell, I had been sure for a couple of months— but after seeing her reaction, I didn't really know anymore.

I could always tell her it was a prank, and we would go back to our usual bickering. "Weasley!" Shit. "Fred!" She specified when the four of us turned at the call of our surname, almost jogging in my direction. "Can we talk?"

"Go ahead, darling." I prompted her without moving from my seat.

"In private?"

"Nah," I begged Godric for her not to see behind my grin the panic that produced me the mere thought of being left alone with her.

"Are you joking?" She huffed and, after taking a deep breath, she spoke. I wasn't expecting her to speak. "So you see, you're cheeky and stupid and not nearly as funny as you think." Ginny spit her pumpkin juice due to Y/n's harsh words. "but I... ugh! Okay— I want to kiss you too."

This time it was Ron who choked on his drink. "What's going on?"

"I feel like we missed an important part of this conversation." George commented.

This time it was Y/n who awaited for an answer. "This is literally the most embarrassing thing ever, so at least say something." She commanded in a rather rude tone, tapping her shoe against the floor.

I winced ever so slightly at the effort of getting up, but it was worth it when I saw her expression as I towered her; I reckon I had never seen her that sheepish before.

"That's a really mean way of saying you're attracted to me." I observed, quirking a brow at her. "Dunno why I fancy you so much."

"Well that makes the two of us." I couldn't help but chuckle at her attitude before cupping her cheeks and bring her lips to mine.

Finally.

Despite being a short, innocent kiss, was enough to make us both blush and grin like idiots.

"Awww" I rolled my eyes at my twin's mockery, knowing damn well I wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Why do I feel like I'm gonna miss you two being at each other's throat?" I couldn't care less about Ron's question as Y/n pulled me down for another kiss.

Almost bleeding to death seemed worth it in that moment.

[wheresmybuckyhoes]

Are you done

Summary: You and Bucky end up trapped in a room together and you lose your temper

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Swearing, angst, aggression

Fear not winter’s children, for the next part will contain all the smut and sex pollen you can ask for, just please interact so I know if you actually want a part 2!

‘This is all your fault’ you snarl at Bucky as he pounds and pounds at the thick metal door caging you in like wild animals.

 ‘If you had just listened to me for once in your god damn life we wouldn’t be stuck in this fucking room’ you continue, pacing up and down the tiny room. Why did Bucky just blatantly refuse to listen to you whenever you were paired to go on missions together. He always listened to Steve, or Sam, or even Tony for fucks sake. You had worked so hard on this one, spending weeks alone gathering intel and planting bugs, only for his stupid ass to go and ruin it all. It was his fault that he hadn’t just stayed outside like you had asked him to, allowing the door to close, trapping you both inside.

Your eyes flickered over the few possibly useful things in the room: A vent on the ceiling, a broken code panel and a huge metal door. ‘Stop that’ you commanded Bucky as you turned to glare at him with crossed arms. Bucky said nothing in response and continued to beat the door. ‘That’s not going to help us Bucky, stop’ you repeated, frustration rising in your voice. It may have been uncalled for, but the mix of anger and claustrophobia coursing through you caused you to rush towards him, shoving him sharply in the chest.

He blinked at you. Your eyebrows furrow together in annoyance as Bucky barley budges from his spot and simply continues to pound uselessly against the door, the clanging sound echoing around the small room. It was too much for you, and you were not having it today. You were finally done with his bullshit. You push him again, harder this time, enough so that he slightly loses his balance and stops his endless banging. He turns to look at you with an irritated glance before turning his back to you and looking around for any sign of weakness in the infrastructure of the door and wall.

‘Are you kidding me’ you ask, almost laughing as your body scrambles to find an appropriate way to respond to his behaviour. ‘Bucky we need to think for a second can you just turn around and stop...stop moving for a se...second BUCKY’ your breathing had become rough and uneven, and for the love of god WHY couldn’t he just sit still for a SECOND.

‘SAY SOMETHING’ you scream at Bucky’s back, fists balling up either side of you. ‘YOU ARE TO BLAME, BUCKY. You had ONE job. ACT AS MY FUCKING LOOKOUT AS I SEARCH EACH ROOM. BUT NOOO, THE BIG BAD WINTER SOLDIER COUDNT POSSIBLY TRUST ME OF ALL PEOPLE TO CARRY OUT THE SIMPLEST OF TASKS SUCCESSFULLY. JUST HAD TO GET INVOLVED, YOU WITH YOUR...YOUR BIG METAL ARM AND STUPID MASK AND DON’T GET ME STARTED ON...’ you had lost it and were projecting all of the week’s frustration at Bucky, and he was not having it.

As you continued to throw a temper tantrum like an annoying child, Bucky whipped his head around, body quickly following, and backed you right up against the door with his vibranium hand covering your mouth. You could almost taste the metal as your cries were muffled, feeling the impact of the cold wall on your back. Your eyes widened in shock at first before quickly transitioning into a look of anger as you tried to throw a pathetic punch at Bucky’s face, but he quickly caught your arm with his enhanced reflexes. For a still moment, you looked aghast between your caught fist and Bucky’s narrowed eyes. Before you could say or do anything, he flipped you over onto the dusty floor, kneeling on your back and pinning your arms behind you. This one hurt a bit.

You were shaking slightly, rather trembling, breathing heavily. ‘Are you done?’ he asked calmly as he leant down towards you, applying the slightest bit of pressure on your back making you whimper. ‘I said’ he repeated as he took his time to annunciate each word ‘Are. You. Done?’ You nodded helplessly as Bucky took some off his weight off of you, not quite wanting to move yet fearing you would try to unsuccessfully lash out at him again. He finally got off you and you rolled onto your back, wiping away the ghost of a tear. He held out his flesh hand for you, which you took carefully, feeling yourself effortlessly hoisted up. You shuffled back half a metre until you were leaning against one of the dull walls, sliding down and pulling in your knees in shame.

You sat in silence for what felt like hours as Bucky continued his search for a way out of the minuscule room. He had tried to reach the vent on the ceiling to no avail, and had given up trying to break through the seemingly invincible door. Meanwhile, thoughts were rushing through your head at a million miles an hour. Would Bucky hate me now? Do I deserve to be an avenger if I can’t even keep calm? What would Nat say if she saw how pathetic I had acted? Finally Bucky had seemed to give up. You heard a quiet sigh followed by heavy footsteps and you felt a presence lower itself beside you. After a few a minutes of more silence, you felt a hand reach out, tilting your chin up gently so you were gazing up at Bucky. He was looking at you with some sort of sympathy behind his eyes, an unfamiliar emotion to catch him showing towards you. You lowered your knees as he in turn lowered his hand, looking into those blue crystalline eyes and feeling so, so guilty.

‘I’m...’ you tried to speak with a shaky breath as your eyes found the floor once more ‘I’m sorry, Bucky. I know it’s not your fault, I don’t know what came over me to shout like that’ you whispered. Silence. You swore right then if Bucky was ignoring you again and not answering that this time you would actually punch him hard and...wait no, not quite silence, but a strange hissing noise. Your head snapped up to look at Bucky, who was staring all winter soldiery at something. ‘B...Bucky?’ You asked, following his line of sight to the cloudy white substance seeping in through the ceiling vent. ‘What the fuck is that?’ You asked, a tone of concern rising in your voice as you noticed Bucky’s whole body tense up, the plates of his vibranium arm whirring as he moved to get up.

‘Shit’ Bucky cursed, a panicked look flickering across his face. ‘Please not this. Anything but this. DON’T DO THIS TO HER’ he pleaded as you scrambled up onto your feet, feeling your heart rate increases exponentially. ‘What is it Buck, your scaring me. Do what to who?’ you questioned, usually confident voice hushed and timid.

‘It’s... no it can’t be...’ Bucky turned to face you, a mix of sadness and horror plastered on his face as he placed both his hands on your shoulders in an almost protective stance. ‘What...’ you trailed off.

‘sex pollen’

-> Read part 2

[dbnightingale24]

You Are My Drug (That’s The Problem)

Part 2

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Okay, so I finished this part maybe a million times, but I kept coming up with different ideas on how to finish it! (Also, some ideas were just too fucked up for even me). I hope you all this final installment of this one shot lol. Feedback is ALWAYS welcomed!

P.S. thank @itsbrittany425, cause she's the real reason y’all got a part 2 lol

Warnings: SMUT, so much smut lol, 18+ (MINORS DNI), Heartbreak, Fluff, Angst, Sadness, Drinking (a small amount), Drunkenness, Swearing, FLUFF, uhhh...I think that’s it? Student/teacher relationship (reader is of age and in college)

Word Count:  8259

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter:

Just The Two Of Us - Bill Withers

The Boy Is Mine - Brandy and Monica

Only One - Ariana Grande

Save Your Tears - The Weeknd and Ariana Grande

I do not consent to have any of my works/stories posted anywhere else. 

Part 1

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Part 2

You sit on your bed, just like you have been for the last two weeks. The only time you ever leave is for work, and that’s only because you have bills to pay. You can’t stop replaying the heartbreaking scene from two weeks ago in your head.

“You told me you love me! Was that just a bunch of bullshit?!” Professor Daniels yelled, tears streaming down her face.

“Of course not! It’s just...I don’t love you the way I should. I can’t and I have tried so damn hard!”

“Why the fuck not?!”

“Because you’re not Y/N!” Andy shouted, finally losing his patience. They had been arguing for well over an hour and he just wanted it to end. “She just...I tried, okay? I didn’t want this to happen and I didn’t want to hurt either of you. I tried to just turn off the way I feel, but it just got stronger.”

“Right, because you weren’t even supposed to love me. What? I’m not fucked up enough for you?”

“That’s not fair!” Andy snapped.

“Don’t,” you squeaked out “she has every right. I am fucked up and I’m fucking selfish.”

“Y/N-”

“Don’t Andy,” you sobbed out. “I’m just as guilty as you are. We both decided to do this. She has every right in the world to hate me and I don’t need you defending me. I don’t want you to.”

“What did I ever do to you to deserve this?” Professor Daniels snarled, turning her attention to you.

“Nothing. Not a single thing and I know that being sorry doesn’t mean anything, but I am so terribly sorry.”

“If you’re so fucking sorry, why did you let it come to this?! If you would’ve told me after the first time, I would’ve forgiven you! I would’ve been deeply hurt, but I would have forgiven you!”

“Michelle-”

“You’ve been fucking him for over a year, Y/N!” she yelled, quickly wiping away her angry and heartbroken tears.

“I know and I-”

“Did you two plan it out? How he would break up with me and choose you?”

“No!” you quickly lied, trying your best to not make the situation any more terrible than it already was.

You and Andy had discussed how he would break up with her, once. The memory of it made you feel even more ashamed, which you didn’t think was possible.

“What are you doing here?” Andy smiled as you made your way to his desk.

“Just wanted to see you, I missed you,” you sighed with a small smile.

“What’s wrong?”

“You know what’s wrong, Andy. I don’t wanna talk about it and have another fight. I just wanted to see you.”

“Baby, it’s not always gonna be like this.”

“I just don’t wanna think about it. Am I seeing you tonight?”

Andy sighed and looked down at the desk, “we’ve made dinner plans with colleagues.”

“Of course, she’s your girlfriend. It makes sense that you have a date with her and your friends.”

“Stop it. You’re my girlfriend.”

“Andy,” you chuckled humorlessly “don’t do that. Don’t be sick and twisted. I’m not the girlfriend here I’m the-”

“Don’t you call yourself a mistress, a side piece, or anything like that,” Andy growled. “You know you mean so much more than that to me.”

“Andy-”

“Come here,” he commanded.

“We can’t-”

“I told you to come here, don’t make me say it again,” he repeated, rolling back in his chair so you could stand in front of him. “It’s freezing, why are you wearing a skirt?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“I just wanted to switch it up,” you mumbled, pressing your thighs together as you try to ignore the want that had been building up since you got to his classroom.

“Sit on my desk and open your legs.”

“Andy, we can’t-”

“Do what your Professor says or get punished later,” he stated lowly, undoing his own pants.

You bit your lip and hiked up your skirt before sitting on his desk. “We can’t do this here. Classes are still very much in session and we could get caught. We-”

“No panties? I thought you just wanted to switch it up,” Andy taunted, softly tracing a finger over your clit.

“I...I wanted to make you want me,” you whimpered with a shiver.

“Oh babygirl, I always want you. Every second of every day,” he smirked before pushing two fingers into your soaked cunt.

“Professor Barber...stop,” you moan, eyes fluttering shut and you tilt your head back “this is so wrong.”

“Doesn’t feel like you think it’s wrong,” Andy chuckled darkly, getting on his knees.

“What if-”

“Who gives a shit?” he mumbled before starting to lick and suck your clit.

“Holy fuck...Professor!” you moaned as quietly as you could. “I don’t know if I can keep quiet!” Andy slapped your thigh and you knew that was a warning for you to behave. “You make me feel so...so fucking good, just like that!” you mewled, grabbing a fist full of his hair and pulling him impossibly closer to your pussy, starting to grind against his face. When he started fucking you faster with his his fingers, you gripped the closest thing you could with your free hand, which just happened to be a pile of essays that needed to be graded. “Can’t hold on much longer,” you cried out silently.

Andy quickened his pace, finding the spot that always had you coming undone for him, and started sucking your clit harder. When he heard silent cries and felt your desire on his tongue, he took his time cleaning you up before standing up and pushing his pants and boxers down. “Unbutton your blouse,” he demanded, stoking himself.

“We could get caught,” you breathed out but still following his instructions.

“You keep bringing that up as if I give a fuck,” he said lowly, as he took in the sight of you. “Unclasp that bra, baby. I want to see all of you.”

“Andy-”

“What did you call me?”

“Professor Barber,” you quickly corrected while unclasping the front of your bra, feeling yourself getting worked up all over again “you could lose your job.” ”Then I fucking lose my job,” he grumbled. “You are mine and I’m yours. Who cares if they see me making love to you in my classroom?” he questioned before aligning himself with your entrance. “Who cares if they see me treating like the fucking queen you are?” he groaned, pushing himself into you.”Who cares if she sees us?”

“Don’t say that,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, trying to keep quiet as pleasure coursed all through your body. “I don’t...fuck! I don’t want her finding out like this,” you gasped.

“Why? Then she can see with her own eyes. How this pretty little pussy comes undone all over my cock and how much we love each other. The whole fucking school could walk in right now and you wouldn’t even give a shit, would you?” he questioned before licking sucking on one of your nipples.

When you didn’t answer, he slapped your thigh and you moaned in response, “I’d fucking thank you! I’d thank you for fucking me in front of everyone!”

“Even if she saw, right?” he asked looking up at you, before making circles around your nipple with his tongue.

“Professor Barber, please don’t make me-”

“I am gonna make you answer it,” he grunted, thrusting harder.

“Fuck, I don’t care if anyone sees us!” you cried, feeling your release coming on. “Let her see us, she should be grateful that I let you fuck her at all!” you finally confessed, orgasm hitting harder than you expected.

“Don’t ever call yourself a mistress again, understand me?” he growled, forcing you to meet his gaze as he started to rub your clit.

“I won’t, I won’t!” you promised, still trying to recover from your orgasm as you felt your core starting to tighten again.

“Fuck, I can’t...I love you and we will be together,” he moaned, gripping your waist tighter.”The whole world could go to hell around us, and I won’t give a....fuck!” he yelled, painting your walls as your own desire coated his cock. “We belong together and will be together” he breathed out, after a beat. “I need you to start believing in us or we won’t survive.”

“We have to tell her,” you sighed, running your hair through his hair. “She can’t find out because we’re horny and careless.”

“It could be easier that way,” Andy sighed, gaze meeting yours.

“Andy! Don’t say that!”

“I’m not saying it’s not fucked up, but it’s easier than trying to find the right words and right time, because there never will be one.”

“She could tell and you’d lose your job.”

“I already told you that I don’t care-”

“But I do. She’s not going to find out like this. It’s fucked up to her and dangerous for your career.”

“How did I get so lucky? I don’t deserve you.”

“I love you,” you smiled at him.

“I love you,” he sighed, finally pulling out of you “lets get you cleaned up. My next class is in,” he checked his watch “5 minutes.”

“Andy!”

“You’re the one who showed up in a fucking skirt,” he smirked, tucking himself back in to his pants.

Part of you wished that you had been selfish and an asshole, because that would’ve been better than having to deal with her hearing how much you both love each other.

“You could lose your fucking job, Andy,” Professor Daniels sobbed, bringing you back to the moment.

“Michelle please don’t-” you started.

“You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve asking me anything, Y/N!” she snapped at you.

“I know you hate the both of us, and you have every right, but I’m not even his student. He’s good at his job and-”

“You’ve got be shitting me,” she laughed in disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”

“Michelle, please don’t make a decision out of anger-”

“I can’t hear this,” she sighed, grabbing her purse and standing up. “I can’t fucking be here right now. Go to hell, the both of you,” she snapped, before storming out and slamming the door shut behind her.

You stood there and started to cry, because you couldn’t think of anything else to do. So many emotions were running through you and they were making you feel worse. Andy finally told her that he chose you over her and you felt so much joy, you could’ve been sick. Something that broke her heart so hard like that shouldn’t have brought you any happiness. She had done nothing to deserve any of the betrayal and heartbreak she was feeling, but you felt fucking relieved. When did you become such an ice cold cunt?

“It’s okay,” Andy cooed, wrapping his arms around you tight.

“I’m a terrible fucking person,” you sobbed into his chest. “I don’t deserve you or your love. You should have chosen her.”

“Stop it! Don’t you dare say anything like that-”

“I should go,” you sobbed out, breaking away from him and grabbing your jacket off the sofa.

“Please don’t,” Andy begged, grabbing your wrist softly. “Stay and talk to me, please.”

“And say what?! Andy, I feel relived right now. Do you know how fucked up that is? I just broke the heart of a woman who has done nothing but love and take care of me, like I was her own family, and I feel fucking relieved that she knows. I’m happy that I finally heard you tell her that you choose me over to her, even though that tore her apart. Do you know-”

“Stop it, don’t do this to yourself. You’re not a terrible person for being happy about this!”

“Yes! Yes I am! This fucking destroyed her because she truly loves you and I...”

“All of this is on me. I shouldn’t have-”

“Andy, we both decided to go through with this. We’re both adults and we made this decision together. Me putting all the blame on you is a fucking cop out and I don’t want that. I went down this road because I love you. I love you because it’s impossible not to and I can’t...I can’t be mad at you, but I hate myself. I hate myself so fucking much!”

“Y/N, please just-”

“I can’t...I can’t be here right now. I love you but I have to go. I need time to think. I need to fix this.”

“Y/N-”

“I’ll talk to you when I’m ready,” you promised in a broken sob before leaving.

That was the last time you saw him and you hate that. You hate that you can’t be a selfish asshole and relish in the fact that he chose you. What makes all of it worse is that you only feel bad because you don’t feel bad. Yes, you’re upset that she’s hurt, but he told her that he loves you. He wants to be with you. He chose you over everything in the end. But it cost you one of the most important relationships in your life, so why don’t you care? Why can’t you put her before him?

As these thoughts race through your head, a knock on your apartment door breaks you out of your self loathing thoughts. “I’m not ready to speak with you, Andy,” you call from your bedroom.

You haven’t seen him in two weeks, cause he’s giving you the space you requested, but that doesn’t stop him from texting you daily to tell you that he loves, misses, and is constantly thinking about you. He had also let you know that everyone knows that he and Professor Daniels broke up because he cheated, but they don’t know that he cheated with you.

You thought he had finally lost his patience until you heard the voice on the other side of the door, “I’m not Andy.”

You quickly shoot up at the sound of Professor Daniels voice and make your way to your door before quickly opening it. “Michelle...I...do you wanna come in?” you ask, stepping aside.

“I guess that would be best,” she smiles weakly as she steps inside, before stopping and turning to take a good look at you. “You look like shit.”

“You know me: always wanting to make sure my clothes match my mood,” you sigh. You were thoughtful before you spoke again. “Would you like a drink?”

“What do you have?”

“Water, juice, wine...”

“Anything stronger?”

“Whiskey?”

“That’s the one,” she chuckles softly, mainly to herself, before taking a seat on your couch. “Is this new?” she questions as you make the both of you a drink.

“No, I just finally cleaned my fucking apartment. Haven’t been doing much of anything lately,” you laugh dryly, making you both a drink. You quickly make your way back into the tiny living room, set the drinks down, and take a seat at the other side of the sofa. It’s quiet for a moment, as she looks around the place, before you finally speak. “So...what’s up?”

“I guess...I guess I just want to hear things from your point of view,” Professor Daniels sighs, taking a big sip of her drink. “I spent so much time yelling at Andy...I don’t want to yell at you. I mean, I do want to yell at you, but...it’s just not the same. We’ve been through so much and I want...I need to hear your side. I need to understand,” she sighs.

“I mean...it started when you introduced me to him, officially. I just kept running into him at school, then I kept running into him outside of school...without you. We would just talk but I genuinely had no idea that he had any interest in me, because you two just seemed so...he was just a fantasy. Then I slept over his place and we slept together. I fought against everything I felt that Winter Break, but it was pointless. He was so insanely sweet. He is so insanely sweet.”

“It didn’t bother you that he was in a relationship with me?”

“Of course it did, but it wasn’t...never mind.”

“No, tell me, finish what you were saying. I need the truth,” she sighs.

“It wasn’t...I’ve never been truly loved or appreciated. Andy buys me flowers every Monday so I can start my week off on a happy and healthy note, he sees me whenever he can and texts me whenever he can’t call me. He just...he loves me, Michelle. That’s not a jab at you or your relationship with him, that’s just me being upfront with you. When I was sick, he’d come over with soup and medicine. When I’d tell him I was having a terrible day, he’d cancel his plans and come over to watch my favorite movies with me until I felt better. He always made sure to make or order my favorite food...he just loved and loves me, and I couldn’t ignore it even though I tried,” you finish in almost a mumble before you take a big sip of your drink, almost finishing it.

“Maybe I knew,” she sighs after a beat, taking a big sip of her own drink. “Maybe I always knew and I just wanted to pretend that he really was interested in me.”

“What do you mean?” you question as you pour yourself another drink, not being able to fully comprehend how you two are able to talk like old friends.

“The look in his eyes when he would ask about you...I knew he wasn’t asking out of a pure teacher/student interest. But I wanted him. I wanted him so bad, just like every other woman, and he was good to me...for the most part. I always caught the glances and sides eyes, I knew about the text messages and private phone calls, but I forced myself to believe that you weren’t on the receiving end because you would never...he’s always loved you and I selfishly kept him for myself because Andy is...Andy. He is everything all at once,” she sighs. “Is that why you didn’t tell me about the times he would hang out at your job or you two would grab food together?”

You forgot that came when she caught you two. “I guess...I don’t know, honestly. It was just...it was innocent and ours. In it’s own way, it was private and intimate. We figured we could tiptoe that line and it’d be fine until we couldn’t,” you shrug.

“Well...what’s the next step now?” she asks, finishing her drink and putting it down.

“I don’t know...I love him but...if having him in my life means you won’t be, I guess I just won’t-”

“Don’t. Don’t do that,” Professor Daniels says, interrupting you and shaking her head. “You two are clearly a couple meant to be together-”

“But that means you won’t be in my life and I can’t-”

“Don’t act like you didn’t know that’s a risk you two were taking when you started this,” she chuckles humorlessly.

“I didn’t think any of it would happen and when it did, I didn’t think it’d get this far.”

“Don’t fuck this up for yourself. Despite my anger towards the both of you, you’re good together. My wounds will heal and I’ll move on, but Andy was made for you and you for him,” she shrugs.

“What about me and you?”

“After everything that’s happened...” Professor Daniels smiles with tears in her eyes “maybe we’ll find our way back to one another, but right now there’s just no way.”

“I don’t want to lose you,” you admit with a quiet sob.

“You can’t have everything, hun. We’ll see what happens as life goes on,” she says softly. “Call Andy. He’s been a miserable fuck since all of this, and I unfortunately know it isn’t over me. You two went through all of this, just be together,” she finishes as she grabs her purse. “Also, none of this is worth you throwing your brains and education away. Get your ass back to school. You’re so close to graduating, don’t fuck it all up now.”

“Please don’t-”

“Just say goodbye and let it go,” she smile softly at you, before getting up and making her way to your front door. “It was a good talk, what I needed. I’ll see you around, kid.”

“I love you,” you respond weakly, wiping away the few tears that have escaped.

She chuckles humorlessly and looks back at you as she opens the door “I love you too.”

And with that, she’s gone. You sit there on your sofa, wiping your eyes, trying to figure out what this all means. Professor Daniels basically just told you that she was out of your life for the foreseeable future, so you really have no reason to not see Andy. Clearly, there’s nothing you can say or do to show her that you truly want her in your life, so why deny yourself the one person this all started over? You sit and think back to the night that all of this took a turn. The first time you let your mind wander into a place that it would never come back from.

You knocked on dark brown wood in front of you, trying your best to stay upright, when the door opened to reveal the one man you couldn’t keep off your mind. “Oh...oh...OH! Of course you’re here now! You’re her boyfriend!” you slurred, trying to stay upright, black dress feeling tighter by the minute.

“Are you okay?” Andy laughed, placing his hand at your side to steady to you, looking you over in your tight little black dress. God, he wanted rip that dress off of you so bad.

“No, no, no! I’m fine! Sooo fine! Just a little drunk,” you giggled mainly to yourself “I just...Aunt Michelle’s place is closer than mine and I just thought-OW!” you groaned, the heel on your shoe snapping but Andy’s grip on you tightens to make sure you don’t fall. You swallow the moan that threatened its way out, and shook your head. “Is she here? She should be here, it’s late!” you whispered, trying to look anywhere else but at him.

“She’s in the bathroom,” he chuckled, leading you into the apartment. “You should have some water.”

“No thank you, please,” you sighed, looking around. “She moved the sofa again,” you frowned.

“Don’t like where it is?”

“It’s not-why haven’t I taken these stupid things off yet?” you questioned loudly, finally taking off your heels and throwing them in the trash. “It’s not that I don’t like it, she usually moves it when something’s wrong. Is she okay?”

“Yeah,” Andy smiled softly “just an argument with her mother about weekend plans.”

“That makes sense. Her mother drives her up the wall,” you laughed, thinking of how your own mother drives you up the wall.

“You’re really considerate,” Andy said after a moment.

“Hmm?” you replied absent minded, trying to reach a wine glass on the top shelf.

“I don’t know if considerate is the right word, it’s late and I was half asleep,” he chuckled softly, coming up behind you to get the glass for you “but you truly take the time to learn about the people you love and care about. That’s kind,” he finishes softly, his body still pressed against yours.

“Professor Barber, I...” you trailed off as you turned to face him.

“I told you, it’s Andy.”

“Andy-”

“You shouldn’t have any more to drink.”

“But I’m thirsty,” you all but whispered as you look him in the eyes, all the alcohol and desperate desire going straight to your pussy. You were sure that the heat running through your body wasn’t from the alcohol anymore.

A sudden opening of the bathroom door had you both jumping and Andy quickly handed you the wine glass before taking a few steps back and rubbing the back of his neck. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” Professor Daniels laughed as she made her way into the kitchen. “And why are your heels in my trash?”

“I uh...your place is closer and I didn’t want to walk or take a cab this late by myself,” you replied” looking at your feet “and my heels are in the trash because one snapped and the other one hurt.”

“I thought you were out with Shawn?” she laughed, taking your shoes and broken heel out of the trash.

“I was but he left, so I-”

“Are you fucking serious? He fucking left you?!”

“Stop, please don’t get worked up. I’m sure he’ll text me to apologize tomorrow and I’ll ignore him,” you smiled, finally looking up to see her with a weak smile and frustrated eyes. “Stop it,” you laugh feeling completely ashamed at the thoughts you were having just moments ago.

“I really fucking hate that kid. He’s not my student and we’re not at school. I take it Andy got that for you,” she chuckled, pointing at the wine glass in your hand.

“Against my better judgment,” he sighed with a small and nervous chuckle.

“There’s no use in telling her no at this point, don’t feel so bad,” Professor Daniels laughed, making her way over to him and giving him a hug and quick kiss. “Y/N, you need to break up with Shawn and find someone better, I will fix your shoe, because you will not be walking home barefoot in NYC, your favorite wine is on top of the microwave, and the guest room is already made up, and you’ll find sweats, shorts, and tank tops in the top drawer that the TV is on,”

“Aunt Michelle, I can just-”

“No no, you’re staying here tonight. Grab your wine and get some sleep. It’s not up for discussion,” she smirked before walking over and giving you a small kiss on the cheek. “I’d rather have you safe and here,” she smiled a gentle squeeze on your arm before making her way to her bedroom.

You felt sick to your stomach. What the fuck was wrong with you?

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna turn in for the night,” you said sheepishly, making your way past Andy and out of the kitchen.

“Y/N-”

“It’s nothing, Professor Barber,” you smiled at him. “Goodnight.”

The first thing you did when you got to that room was take a big swig of wine from the bottle, glass be dammed. You needed to get it together. How could you want anything with Andy? She was literally fixing your shoe so you wouldn’t have to walk home barefoot in the summer, and just moments ago you wanted Andy to pin you against the counter top and fuck you into oblivion. He probably didn’t even get why you were so quick to leave the kitchen, because why would be? He’s in love with Professor Daniels and he was just being nice. There’s no way he could want you in any way. No, you had to stop it. So you turned on the TV, quickly shimmied out of your tight little black dress, and, changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top.

Trying to force the thought of him making you scream his name as you cum all over his cock (which you imagined to be a good size) with alcohol wasn’t working, so you just laid in bed completely frustrated.

That’s when the idea first popped into your head.

Getting off to the idea of him while he was next door with his girlfriend (who is also one of your closest friends), while laying in the guest room of said girlfriend’s house was probably the worst thing in the world, but it’s not like you were fucking him. No, you just needed a release because you had been fighting these thoughts for too long. So, you took a sip from the bottle before putting it down and slipping out of the shorts you were wearing. You closed your eyes and ignored the shame your were feeling as your hand slowly made it’s way down to your aching bud.

You imagined him taking his time, kissing and licking his way up your body, while his hands fondled your breasts. “Fuck yes,” you moan softly, as you pinch one of your own nipples, starting to apply more pressure to clit as you rub it faster. The thought of him of taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking it had you pinching your own nipple harder, as you suppressed a squeak. “Fuck, just like that, Andy,” you moaned, rubbing your thighs together, the build up starting to become too much. At the thought of him finally filling up the part of you that needed him the most, you slid two fingers into your soaked folds and let out a whimper that was louder than you meant for it to be. You couldn’t bring yourself to care though, you desperately wanted your release.

You’re so caught up in your erotic fantasy, you didn’t hear the door creek. Andy heard your whimper on his way back from the kitchen and wanted to make sure you were okay. However, the sight in front of him had him hard instantly. Your back arched, your two fingers deep inside you, toes curled, one hand on one of your breasts as you messaged it, and your eyes clenched shut. He knew he should’ve closed the door instantly, but he had been fantasizing about you for so long. He ignored his own shame when he started palming himself over his pants, doing his best to resist the urge to take it out right there and get off while watching you get off. When he heard you say “I’m your good girl, I’ll do whatever you want” and your breath hitch before a mangled silent cry left your throat, he knew you were close and shut the door softly before making his way next door. Back to the woman he should’ve been desiring.

When you finally went over the edge, you took a moment to get yourself together. Deep breaths had you coming back to reality quicker than you would’ve liked. Finally coming all the way down, you put the shorts back on and got up quicker than you should have, stumbling a bit as the alcohol caught up to you, and quickly and quietly made your way to the bathroom. After cleaning yourself up, you looked yourself over in the mirror. You had to chuckle at yourself to keep from feeling too upset about your actions before you making your way back to the guest bedroom.

On your way back, you faintly hear Andy say, “fuck, just like that. Suck my cock just like, baby. You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Fuck! That mouth feels so good....Michelle,” he panted. You quickly got back into the spare bedroom and got in bed, shutting your eyes and hoping to fall asleep as quickly as possible. The sooner you got out of there, the better.

When you woke up the next day, your heels were by the door and there was a little note attached to them.

‘Sorry if we were loud last night, definitely didn’t expect it. If you stay, we can do lunch today or something, but I completely understand if you just wanna go home. I love you so much :)’

You quickly and quietly left, not even bothering to change back into your dress (you’d tell her that you just wanted to wash them later), and forced yourself to forget about that night. It meant nothing and nothing would ever come from it.

The memory forcefully brings back all of the feelings that you tried to push aside and you come to a conclusion. You take a shower, taking your time to wash away all the sadness, guilt, and pain you feel. You have no reason to hide from him anymore and you know you need to see him before you lose your resolve. As soon you finish and are dressed in your jeans shorts and a Guns-N-Roses t-shirt, you grab your little clutch, phone, and keys and head out.

The walk to campus feels like it takes forever, but you know it’ll only be a few short minutes before you’re at his classroom door. When you finally reach it, you slowly push it open to see a girl (who was very open about how bad she wanted to fuck him) standing a little too close for your liking. You wanted to get angry, but you see how uncomfortable he is and you can’t help but smile a little. He’s still as devoted to you as you are to him.

“Hey,” he says, shocked to see you when he looks up and finds you standing in the doorway to his classroom.

“Hey” you respond silently.

“Well...I guess I’ll just go,” the girl says after looking from you to him. As she walks by you, she gives you a scowl (which you respond to by sticking your tongue out at her), before she slams the door behind her. “How are you?”

“You haven’t been going to your classes,” Andy says curtly.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what? Care about you? It’s one thing for me to throw my career away, but you-”

“Me what?” you snap, getting annoyed as you make your way down the steps and walking to his desk. “Yes, I took some time off cause a lot has happened. In case you forgot.”

“That’s no reason-”

“I know, okay? I already got a mini speech from Professor Daniels,” you sigh, sitting on the edge of his desk.

“What? When did that happen?”

“Today. She just showed up...”

“How did it go?”

“She doesn’t hate me as much as she should, but she’s out of my life until further notice,” you sigh.

“So what does that mean for us?” Andy asks, putting down a piece of chalk and turning his full attention to you, making his way to front of his desk and standing in front of you.

“I honestly don’t know.”

“Y/N, why are you fighting this? We’ve gone through all of this-”

“I should feel terrible!” you almost sob. “I should be running to her and begging for forgiveness, but instead I feel fucking relieved! What right do I have...I’m fucking awful!”

“Then I’m just as fucking terrible as you are, because I’m relieved too. No more lying, no more hiding, no more secrets. We can just-”

“We don’t deserve to be happy, Andy,” you silently confess as you interrupt him, looking away from him.

“Yes we do, everything and everyone else can fuck off,” he whispered before taking your face in his hand, forcing your gaze back on him, and crashing his lips into yours.

You don’t want to think or cry anymore and you don’t want to fight anything anymore. You don’t want to focus on the fact that you had ruined one of the most important friendships you’ll ever have. You just want Andy and he’s finally all yours.

You wrap your arms around him and pull him close to you, “I love you,” you say breathlessly “do you truly love me?”

“You know I do,” he says looking down at you as he runs his hand through your hair.

“Then show me,” you all but mumble.

Andy’s lips are on yours within seconds, silencing every hateful thought running through your mind, and you practically melt into him. He breaks away from you only to take off your shirt, taking a moment to look you over and drink you in, before pulling you close again for a deep and passionate kiss. You fumble with the buttons on his white button up, but eventually had it open and pull it off, when his hands are on you again they were all over you. Almost frantic, like he’s afraid you aren’t real.

“You’re all mine now and I’m all yours,” he practically moaned, unhooking your bra. “You are who I want to be with and that’s never changing.”

“Andy, you don’t know-”

“Yes I do. I’ve known it since I laid eyes on you. You’re all I’ll ever want and all I’ll ever need,” he mumbles against your neck before biting and sucking on the spot that always had you begging for him.

“I need you,” you whimper, undoing his black dress pants. “Need you now.”

“What do you need, Angel?” he questions, undoing your shorts.

“Fill me up and love me. Love me in the way only you can, please,” you shamelessly beg.

“Then we’re gonna need to get these off,” he chuckles as he tugs on your shorts.

You both shimmy out your pants and underwear, without grace, and you settled onto the desk again. Letting your hands and eyes trace over him, you want your brain and your heart to know that what’s happening is real. As terrible as you want to feel, your heart can’t feel anything but joy. Someone finally made you a priority and decided that you come first. You ignore your brain when it asks ‘but at what cost?’

“Waited so long to have you all to myself,” you moan, feeling his lips all over your body. “I don’t deserve-”

“Stop,” Andy interrupts breathlessly. “This is how it’s meant to be. You and me, I don’t want anyone else. It’s you and me, always,” he finishes, pressing two fingers into your soaked folds. “Do you believe me?”

“Andy,” you moan, leaning your head against his.

“Do you?”

“Y-yes,” you stutter out, forcing out every “this is...this is meant to be.”

“I’ve waited so long ,” he huffs “waited so long to be with you only and now you’re all mine. Tell me you’re all mine,” he practically whimpers before licking his thumb and starts messaging your clit with it.

“Fuck!” you moan, tilting your head back. “It feels too good...Andy!...PLEASE!”

“Tell me you’re all mine,” he cooed, taking himself in his hand and stroking it “or I’ll drag this out. My next class is in 20 minutes, Sweetheart.”

“Fuck! I’m all yours, Andy! I only want you for the rest of my life,” you moan, digging your nails into his back and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“That’s a good girl,” he smirks before thrusting himself into you.

“Fuck! I’ll never get used to you!” you cry out, not caring who hears you.

“I never want you to get use to me, Kitten,” he grunts, placing his hands on either side of your thighs, picking you up while he still fucks you. “I want to surprise you each time my cock stretches you out. You want that, Kitten?”

“I want whatever you wanna give me,” you cry as your back hits what you’re assuming is his blackboard.

“Whatever I give you? Even if that means fucking you in front of my next class?”

“I don’t care!” you practically shout “let them see! Let everyone see, Andy. I don’t give a fuck! I’m all yours!” you whimper out as your first orgasm hits.

“Such a perfect girl for me, cumming all over my cock,” he grunts, fucking you harder against the chalkboard. “Gonna fuckin’ marry you and make you mine for good. Do you want that, baby? You wanna take my last name?”

“Yes please,” you whimper, shaking your head as fight off your second orgasm, not wanting it to hit so soon.

“You wanna be my perfect little wife? Learn your lessons all day and bend over for me all night?” he questions, his grip getting tighter and you know it’ll leave you sore but you can’t find it in you to give a fuck.

“Yes, I wanna be everything for you, Professor Barber! I want you deep inside any hole you want, any night you want, wherever you want! I want everything with you!” you whine, unable to fight off your second orgasm.

“Shit!” Andy mutters, spilling his own release in you. “Fuck!”

“What’s wrong?” you ask, trying to catch your breath as you lay your head against the blackboard.

“I wanted to pull one more orgasm out of you,” he chuckled breathlessly.

“This is more than just sex to me, Andy,” you breathe out after a beat. “I mean it when I say I want everything with you. The good, the bad, the great, the horrible, the amazing sex,” you chuckle. “I want it all with you,” you say finally looking down to see him looking at up at with a smile playing on his lips. Without warning, he tightens his hold and turns you around before walking a few short steps and settling you on his desk. Him very much still inside you. “Andy, your class is starting soon and students will be showing up any minute. We have to-”

“Hush,” he says simply before opening the top drawer on his desk and pulling out a black velvet box. He opens it with one swift movement and a silver band with one giant diamond ring with two smaller ones on either side of it reveals itself as he smiles at you. “Marry me.”

“What?!” you ask, too shocked to even move. “What...how are...why...what?!”

“Be my wife. Marry me.”

“Andy...are you-”

“You think I’d go through all of this if I didn’t want you to be with me forever? I can’t quit you and I don’t want to. I don’t want to try anymore. I just want to give in to this, to us, and I want to be by your side. You’re my drug of choice and I need you every day for the rest of my life.”

“You’re my drug, that’s the problem,” you laugh, running your hand through your hair. “You’re crazy, did you know that?”

“Crazy about you,” he smirks as you throw your head back and let out a loud laugh. “So what do you say?”

“Yes, I will happily be your wife, Andrew Barber,” you smile before dipping your head down and giving him a passionate kiss.

He breaks away and smiles at you before before taking the ring out of its box and slipping it onto your finger. “Here’s to forever, Mrs. Barber.”

                                          Fin.

~~

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[thedeviousdo]

Gravity: Just As Usual Side Quest

Chapter 5

“Your two months away from your ship is almost up, how do you feel about returning?”

“I’m not sure how I feel, there’s a lot.” Minseok said with a sigh. 

His therapist nodded, “How about saying some of those feelings out loud.”

“Overwhelmed, excited, sad, anxious, guilty.”

“Why do you think guilty is on that list? We can both understand the others, it’s a lot to go back to, even the sadness to leave here is understandable. But why guilty?”

Minseok looked down at his hands, the quickly turning away. “Maybe because I caused so much to happen to so many of them. Maybe I don’t deserve to be their doctor or second in command anymore.”

**

Monroe pulled out the paint brush that was holding her hair up, her light brown hair falling around her shoulders. Minseok loved it when her hair was down like that, wild and free, just like her. He watched her a few more moments before making his presence known and knocking on the door frame he stood under. 

Monroe looked around her canvas, a smile taking up her entire face, “Hello you, how long have you been there?”

“Not too long, I brought the bags of soil you asked for.” He held up the 5 small bags of different colored soil as he made his way into the room. 

“Thank you for picking them up for me, you can place them right there. Any trouble?” She nodded towards a long table full of paints and brushes beside her. 

“No, though Sunghoo did say he was happy someone was finally doing something for you for a change. What did he mean by that?” Minseok asked as he laid the small bags down on the table once he found room. He tried to take a peak at what she was working on, but gave up when she noticed and moved in front of it.

Monroe gave a small shrug, “It’s nothing really.”

“Must be something, several other people that were at the store all agreed.”

Monroe looked over her shoulder towards Minseok, “You know I had my powers this whole time, right?”

“Yeah, you were off planet when the Red Force did what they did.”

“When everyone lost theirs, lots of things started to go downhill. Crops weren’t growing as well, since we didn’t have someone that could control water or the earth to help them grow like we have for thousands of years.” Monroe turned away from her canvas, hands pulling her hair up into a bun once again before adding a paint brush back it to hold it up. “For the last several years, I’ve been tending to the farms and gardens here. Helping where I can, even if it wasn’t much. I did a few things off world too, with other colonizations, Command had requested it.”

“You’ve been doing this for five years? Roe, that’s a lot for one person.”

“I couldn’t say no, not with how devastated everyone was when they lost their powers and here I was with them and just painting. It felt like I was slapping everyone in the face, that I had them and did nothing with them to help.” She looked over her shoulder at the canvas, “I put my painting on hold, only did it when I had the time.” She looked down when Minseok took her hand, his thumb rubbing back and forth. “It wasn’t like I hated what I was doing, I was a gardener before it happened after all. Now we’re starting to get our powers back, people can start helping more. I can get back to painting more, and have more time for myself.” 

He wanted to pull her into his arms that very moment. Tell her how kind she was, how selfless and deserved her days filled with paints and flowers. Minseok looked over her shoulder to the canvas, making out just a few colors. “What are you painting and why did you need the soil?”

Monroe smiled as she looked back at her canvas, “Did you know that dirt and clay could be used to make paint?” She saw Minseok shake his head.. “It’s not as common, but both soil and clay can come in an array of colors, it just takes a little more effort to make it into paint. But if I do, I can paint a little differently.” 

Monroe moved back to her canvas, keeping her hand in Minseok’s and bringing him with her. The top of the canvas was filled with rich blues and greens, a shocking contrast to the vibrant deep red and brown towards the bottom. He watched as Monroe lifted her free hand, placing it a few inches above the canvas at the top and slowly moving it down towards the red paint. Minseok gasped when the blue and green paint started to move down, mixing into the red and taking some of the space over. 

“It’s moving the red off.” Minseok whispered, his hand squeezing Monroe’s.

Monroe turned to look at him, “It’s washing it away.”

Minseok took a small step back, finally seeing what the painting was truly showing him. “This…is this…?”

“It’s for you, I wanted something to show you that in time, the red…the pain will ease.”

Minseok could feel his heart pounding in his chest, so loud he knew it filled the quiet room. She had made something showing what he felt, truly felt in his very core. The blood on his hands from that entire month…from that day, the pain it had caused him, easing away.

His hands were on her cheeks before he even registered her warm skin, bringing her to his lips. He could have sworn he heard her gasp, or maybe it was his own gasp he heard. He didn’t care, not when her arms wrapped around his neck and her lips kissed him back. 

**

“Lay said he was going to be heading your way in a few days.” 

Minseok nodded at Jongin, “Yeah he reached out yesterday. Sehun is picking him up and we’ll show him around for the next 2 weeks.”

“Are you coming back with him and Sehun then?”

“I…I’m not sure I’m ready yet.” Minseok cringed, he didn't have to open his eyes to know what his hands would look like, he felt it. His mind went to the painting Monroe was making him, remembering in time it would wash away, that he’d heal. He looked down at his hands, turning them over for any sign of blood. There was nothing. “I um also don’t want to leave yet because of M-”

“Because of Monroe?”

“We kissed.” Minseok winced when Jongin yelled through the speakers of his monitor. 

“I knew it would happen! Jeez, Min it took you 3 years to make a move.”

“It was not 3 years.” Minseok huffed, crossing his arms. 

Jongin smiled, “You two were definitely starting something that summer.”

“Well, Kyungsoo did threaten to transport us to a secluded planet after chopping our balls off if we tried anything with her.” Minseok chewed his bottom lip, looking around Jongin into the living quarters. “That's why I’m calling, I wanted to talk to him about her.”

“You seriously don’t have to. She called him like several weeks ago and told him to butt out or she'd close him inside an active volcano. I haven’t seen him that pale in a long time.”

Minseok smiled, he could imagine it was something to behold, an angry Doh Monroe was possibly scarier than an angry Doh Kyungsoo. “Still, he’s my friend, I want to let him know that I’m… that I want to pursue whatever this is with her.”

Jongin smiled once more, “I’ll go get him, can't wait to see his face. Do you think he'll turn pale or red?

TBC

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[jinkicake]

Such A Dirty Mouth

Terushima hates when you ignore him. 

Terushima Yuuji x Reader

Hi Anon~ Here I am presenting another oral smut fic..... can you blame me? As long as Terushima has that tongue piercing and I have hands, I will write delicious smuts for him!! I think like all of my smuts for him but one consist of him eating you out,,,, but whatevaaa I want it. 

SMUT // This is literally 1k of Terushima eating you out. // NSFW

WC- 1,694

~~~

“Ah, come on babe I’m sorry!” Terushima sulks as he once again apologizes to you, he doesn’t handle being ignored well. You don’t even glance away from your phone which causes your boyfriend to frown even harder. “I even know what I did wrong, I ditched you to rewatch dragon ball which I have seen so many times already.” He tells you guilty and places one of his palms on your bare thigh. 

You know that if you look at him you’ll end up smiling or, even worse, forgiving him so you continue to scroll aimlessly. Terushima pouts as he continues to get no reaction from you and he places his head down on your lap. 

“I won’t watch dragon ball anymore,” Silence. “we can even go to the cafe you were looking at?” He suggests and clicks his tongue when you refuse to make a sound. 

A lightbulb practically flickers over your boyfriend’s head as he eyes the shorts barely covering your legs, he is always down to hear you scream for him. Blood practically rushes to his head at his idea and his cock hardens beneath his shorts at how hot you look when ignoring him. 

“I’ll show you how sorry I am.” He chuckles and pries your thighs apart, despite how hard you try to push them back together you’re no match for his strength. Though, your legs practically fall open on their own when you notice the way Terushima’s biceps flex under his rolled-up sleeves. “Alright,” He smirks to himself when he notices the way your body reacts to him, already squirming to give him better access to your core. 

Terushima yanks at the waistband of your shorts, practically ripping them down your legs. You wince at the snap and Terushima gently kisses the side of your knee.

“Sorry, babe, I just get too excited.” He sheepishly smiles and hikes up your legs over his shoulder, one and then the other. Just having him this close to you has you growing damp and the hitch in his breath that leaves his lips when he sees your panties doesn’t help your growing arousal. “You’re so damn cute.”

Terushima leans down to kiss your clit over your panties before using one of his fingers to probe your slit. You want to slap his head when he laughs at how damp the material already is.

Slowly, Terushima takes your panties off your legs. He leaves a trail of kisses down the side of your leg and back up the other one, all the way up to your exposed core. He smirks and glances up at you, his eyes shine competitively and you’re almost scared of what he is going to do.

His large hands cup your ass and almost pull you off the couch, the lower half of your body is hanging off the furniture as Terushima uses the new position to dive in. 

His tongue immediately peaks out past his lips and licks up your slit, laying his tongue flat against your core before flicking it with his tongue piercing. 

“You taste so fucking good,” Terushima groans, purposely being louder than usual because he knows how hot and bothered it gets you. You try to bite the inside of your cheek to hide any of the noises that want to fly out while straining your eyes on your phone. Terushima moans against your core, slurping up all he can before making a show to swallow it all. 

Just as he expected, that got your attention.

You couldn’t help but glance down at him, dropping your phone elsewhere to soon be forgotten. At the sight of his messy dyed hair and teasing eyes flirting with your own, your face morphs into an expression of pain. Your back arches off the couch and you try to push your hips further against his mouth. 

Terushima continues his ministrations, dutifully lapping at your core like a man starved. His piercing is so much more noticeable like this, you can feel the taunting piece of jewelry recking your insides, it makes your chest tighten. 

Your hands reach down and grip his hair to hold him against your core, giving you the opportunity to grind against his face. You keep remembering how Terushima ditched the date you planned to watch dragon ball, the fucking tv show he has seen a million times since his childhood, and that thought fuels you with frustration. Hopefully, his scalp can handle your punishing movements. 

After practically rearranging your insides with his tongue, painting your walls in his salvia, Terushima pulls away. He brings two of his long, skillful fingers into his mouth and releases them with a loud ‘pop’. His tongue peeks out past his lips and he starts to flick your clit, making sure his piercing hits the little bud the hardest. Terushima’s eyes shine teasingly as he watches your expression, he sucks your clit into his mouth the moment he flicks his wrist and thrusts his two fingers into you.

Your mouth falls open in a soft moan, one that Terushima knows can be louder. He practically rips the gut-wrenching noise out of you as he curls his fingers, dragging them along your walls while still sucking on your clit. 

Finally, after barely forty minutes of not getting a sound from you, you bless him with your sweet moans that he adores taking as his own. This only fuels Terushima to put in more work, to hear you make even more noises for him. 

“That’s right, let me hear you, baby.” He coos and you glare down at him, gripping his hair tightly. Any other person would have winced but Terushima sinfully moans, you can see the flush gracing his face and it makes the knot in your stomach grow even tighter. Terushima circles your clit with his piercing, dragging it around before pressing the piece of metal directly against your swollen nub, he continues his teasing movements before sucking your clit back into his mouth and soothing it over with his lips.

His piercing is going to drive you insane, it will ultimately be your demise. You hate that Terushima has it, you hate seeing it every time he parts his lips, you hate how you practically fall to your knees at the sight of it, you mostly hate the fact that he knows how to use it. Terushima knows specifically what you like, he knows exactly how to thrust his fingers and get you to mewl. He knows how to work your clit in the best way, ripping orgasms from within you in minutes. It would be one thing if his oral skills were simply top-notch, but it is another thing because he does it exactly to your liking. 

You’re not sure anyone will ever treat you as well as Terushima does. 

Terushima feels you tightening around his fingers, convulsing at a quick pace, and he sucks harder on your clit. He moves the pearl with his tongue, stimulating it to watch the way you bloom. His favorite sight is when you arch your back and press your chest up into the air, he can see your nipples straining underneath your shirt and fuck, do his pants feel so tight right now. 

“Cum for me, beautiful, now.” His command is quiet but demanding like you have no choice. You really don’t have a choice, not when he is moving his fingers and mouth like this. You cum against his face with his name spilled off your tongue, grinding against him to prolong your high.

“Yuuji, Yuuji,” You chant and Terushima smirks against you, pressing you against the couch so that you don’t fall off while his hand grips your hip to keep you from moving. 

“That’s it, pretty girl, that’s it.” He grins and continues to lap at your clit, not once removing his fingers. Only when you whine and try to push his head away does he get the hint, does he take the hint though? No. Not yet.

He removes his fingers from you, making sure that it doesn’t hurt and places a single kiss on your clit before bringing his digits up to his mouth. You watch as he sucks on them, just as he had been sucking on your clit moments before, his piercing catches the light and shines teasingly and your body begins to feel hot all over. 

You subtly eye the tent in his gym shorts and you bite the inside of your cheek. He doesn’t fucking deserve it, but you need him. 

And that’s how you end up getting fucked into the couch, your face is pressed into the cushions as Terushima mounts you like a fucking animal. His tongue runs all along your shoulders and the side of your neck, purposely flicking your ear so you can wither against him. His slender cock works so well inside of you, so skillfully that it makes you light-headed. Terushima always gets so deep in you while moving so easily, letting the tip of his length probe at your walls, despite the way you clench around him so tightly. 

“Don’t you love it when I fuck you like this?” Terushima coos into your ear, you want to slap the proud grin off his face, he knows he has rendered you speechless. “I love it so damn much. This pussy was made for me.” He continues and lets out a groan, one that has a pitch higher than normal, he sounds so close. “You’re always going to be my number one, baby, and I will fuck it into you so that you remember.” 

Terushima continues to snap his hips into your ass, slamming his thighs against the back of your own, his balls smack your aching clit. He always fucks you so intensely, so full of passion that you wonder how you even survive it. 

Terushima’s mouth is filthy, that’s something you have come to learn even before the two of you started dating. You wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

“I’m going to cum, just for you, all for you. But, I need my baby girl to cum for me first.”

~

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[bakugohoex]

Awww I missed out on NSFW #10 that suck 😭

Anyways, super congrats on 1k!! You totally deserve it!!! Could you maybe possibly do NSFW #3 with Monoma from MHA??

“who ruined you, go on, say my name?”

pairing: neito monoma x female reader

cw: language, nsfw (choking, spit play, kissing, unprotected sex, nipple play, hickies, degradation, praise, semi-public sex, finger sucking)

word count: 1700+

a/n: neito is so hard to write, like i don’t even know if i characterised him right, but i just made him hella protective and coy, bruh please if someone knows how to write this man please inform me

summary: in which after an encounter with your ex boyfriend, monoma makes sure that everybody in the restaurant knows who you belong too

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He hated it, hated how you spoke to your ex at the restaurant so freely. Hated how your ex’s hand lingered across your own, how he smiled and reminisced in your past as if your boyfriend wasn’t sitting right across. Monoma would normally have a comeback or remark to the man who eyed you up, watching how your chest heaved in the dress. But he was silent, tapping on the table, pissed out of his mind. 

“It was good to see you again.” You happily spoke unaware of the irritation that seethed on the other end of the clothed table. 

The man had finally left taking your order, he patted your shoulder lightly as he walked away. “Having fun with your boyfriend?” Monoma remarked almost scoffing, he had planned this entire night out for the two of you. Taking you to this fancy restaurant, and then a walk into town but here you had been preoccupied with another man. 

“Baby, we were just catching up.” You murmur pouting a bit at how you could sense the tension. 

He raises an eyebrow, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “I wouldn’t call talking to your ex for…” He checks his watch before gazing back up at you, “...10 minutes a catch up.”

“I’m sorry, I’m all yours now though.” You try to resolve the situation, thinking of how you could ever make it up to the jealous boy. 

Monoma raises an eyebrow resting his elbows on the table to be in direct contact with your own. “You’re going to have to do a lot more than a sorry y’know, how can I have a girlfriend who seems to be crawling back to their ex.”

“Neito, you know it’s not like that.” You hesitantly whisper. 

“So my eyes deceived me, and that guy wasn’t touching you.” He seemed to be enjoying how easily it was to toy with you, how you had to take a large sip of water to ease your nerves under his gaze.

You try to look down, but his palm reaches your chin making you look right into his eyes. His finger glides across your lips, dragging your bottom lip down with his finger as he stares with a sly smirk. “Ne…”

“What? Cat got your tongue. Or are you imagining his cock deep down that pretty throat of yours.” He said it casually, not caring if anybody heard, “go to the bathroom and I’ll show you who you belong to okay?”

You could barely even speak, instead following his command. Just as you walked past him, his hand reached your wrist making you look at him, “answer me, sweetheart.”

“Okay.” You replied, he let go of your wrists as you walked towards the bathroom. Glad to have been seated in the corner without anybody questioning where the two of you were. Monoma wasn’t usually the type to act on his jealousy, he’d normally make a comment about them, dismissing them as a useless ex with nothing going for them. But seeing you talk so fondly with the man infuriated him, he wanted to call the waiter out but couldn't. He didn't know what had gotten into him, but he followed in suit to the bathroom. 

He saw how nobody had realised, something making him crave for others to hear what was to occur. He walked into the female bathroom, the way the cubicles were empty, with the last one closed off. He tapped on the door hearing you mutter a come in as he finally saw how you stood against the wall waiting. 

Pushing his back against the door as he locked the small cubical, before grabbing your wrist and pushing your chest onto the door. He brought his mouth up to your ear, moving your hair to easily speak to you. “You want me so bad, don’t you, I can already feel you soaking onto my fingers.” His finger glided past the short dress across your underwear, dampness seething onto his fingers. 

“Neit…” You could barely speak, even just his mere touch making you cower under him. He moved his fingers into your mouth in an instant.

“Suck, use that mouth, what you thinking about? That pathetic waiter?” He toyed again mentioning your ex so easily. Your tongue wrapped around his two fingers, saliva and spit falling out of your mouth. He watched you suck before wrapping the hand around your neck, the saliva dripping onto your neck. “A little whore aren’t you, letting the bastard touch you like that, touching what’s mine.”

You gave a soft moan, his hand tightening as his other easily moved your underwear to the side, slick dipping down your thigh. You knew it was going to have to be fast, this small cubical would not be able to allow for a long fuck session. You heard the click of a buckle and shuffling behind you before a groan went to your ear. “Speak then, don’t go all silent now or are you still thinking of him.”

He didn't let you answer, his cock sliding against your cunt, he could feel the slick run down onto his tip, another groan coming from his mouth. “Neit..o, I...I wasn’t.” You try to explain yourself but the way his cock kept gliding back and forth against your hole made you unable to speak. 

“Shut up, you stupid girl.” He mutters in your ear, he didn’t want a response, he just wanted to make you feel guilty. Make you feel needy for him, he just wanted you to submit to him. “One more fucking sound from you…”

He didn’t finish the sentence instead letting his cock glide right into your cunt, the way you tightened around him. He felt suffocated but your mewels and instant loud moan as you pushed your hands onto the door of the cubical. He began thrusting in and out, grunting in your ear a couple of swears as his hand around your neck moved to your covered chest. He squeezed through the fabric already feeling your hardened nipple as he continued to push further against you. 

“You gonna be...good for me now.” He nestled his face into the crook of your neck, watching the door shake at every thrust. He left small kisses on your neck as his other hand gripped your waist. “Fuck b...baby.”

“Please f...faster.” You finally spoke through the heavy moans; you haven't heard the outside door open glad that you were both in an empty bathroom. But it felt exciting knowing that there was the threat of someone walking in. “Please.”

“My good girl, begging for me.” He cooed out kissing the side of your neck before he felt your head rest against his shoulder, mouth in full view. He kissed you with haste, his tongue lapping around your own as he felt both your saliva’s mix. “Who ruined you, go on, say my name?”

He waited for an answer, a loud moan erupting from your mouth, “y...you Neito.” You murmur as his grip around your waist tightened. He loved the feeling of how easily you submitted to him, how your body arched onto his own, almost moving in and out with him. He saw how your neck had been littered in the soft bite he had made.

He could almost feel how your body tightened against his own, already knowing how close you were to your fix. “Come on baby, just a couple more thrusts.” He whispered knowing your legs would get tired soon. He hadn’t thought about the practicality of fucking in a cubical but he didn’t care. 

“C...cum.” You could barely speak, the way he easily grabbed your jaw again making you kiss his mouth. His blond hair felt sweaty pressed against his forehead as his calloused hand moved your mouth with his own. He let his spit dribble into your throat, the warm liquid making you moan again. 

He let go pushing you against the door, your sore cunt continuing to be used as one hand pushed your head and the other gripped your waist with faster and harder thrusts. He watched at how your ass was on show, gripping it to make his cock delve further into you. “You gonna cum, you gonna be my little cocksleeve.” He teased watching at how you gave no response instead just uttering a fuck. 

He gave one more thrust into you before feeling you gush against his cock, white liquid dripping down your leg. He continued to thrust through the cum before groaning as he felt himself cum into your sore cunt. “My good little thing.” He whispered kissing the side of your head as he moved your underwear back onto your filled up cunt. “You’re going to keep all of me in you.”

You could barely make a sound, feeling sore and legs about to give way. Monoma put back his trousers and did his belt before unlocking the door, he turned to see your dishevelled hair and face. “Don’t be too long, or your ex might start worrying.” He was never going to let that go, but as he walked out of the women’s bathroom with a cocky grin. He saw the waiter notice him, he felt glorified watching how your ex’s eyes widened. 

He took his seat, the waiter coming up with the food as you were still in the bathroom. Your ex lingered and just as he was about to leave Neito grabbed his wrist bringing him down to his eyeline. “I’d appreciate it if you stopped looking at what’s mine.” He let go of the man seeing how you walked back into the room, looking directly at your ex and your boyfriend. “Fucking pathetic.” Monoma muttered as he ushered for the man to leave. “Go then.”

Your ex could barely speak, instead refusing to meet your gaze, he noticed the hickies and how you almost wobbled into your seat. He looked away before walking away, “what did you do?”

Monoma cocked his head back in a chuckle, “I didn’t do anything darling.”

You shake your head as Monoma finally got the night he planned, dinner and a walk with his favourite girl and the knowing look of your ex’s jealousy and regret at letting you go. By the end of the night, Monoma would have you under him once again and this time he knew you wouldn’t dare think about your stupid ex.

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