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Be(tter) In Reality With Me | Bucky Barnes

》 PAIRING: bucky barnes x pregnant!female!reader

》 TROPE/GENRE: established relationship (marriage), angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

》 SUMMARY: Bucky needed to remind you how he would never ever betray you, especially when the him in your dreams was showing you otherwise.

》 WARNINGS: bad dreams/nightmares, pregnancy & baby stuff, mentions of: infidelity, miscarriage, anxiety, toxic past relationships; implied smut at the start (nothing graphic), pet names (doll, my love, sweetheart), overprotective!husband!bucky (he’s a hoverer), some hurt, so much comfort, very fluffy moments a.k.a. happy ending obvs.

》 WORD COUNT: 6.5k+

A/N: this is another unplanned one, like i really just started writing this a few days ago. well, i’ve been toying with the idea for a while but i just never got around to writing/thinking of the perfect premise for it. i coud’ve gone the crack route but you get angst instead. but anyway, this is barely proofread, idk how this turned out. and i know ‘husband fever’ isn't a thing but i honestly got it while writing this soooo hope you enjoy it too!

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The disappointment was sharp in your chest as you trudged towards the front door of your home, fingers curled around an unopened envelope that felt heavier than any normal piece of paper should.

Your husband was supposed to be there with you.

Bucky was supposed to meet you at the clinic so you could find out your baby's gender together. But he hadn't been answering any of your messages or calls since this morning. Better yet, he'd been avoiding you all week. There had been more voicemails than there were replies. It was worrying because you two had been fine, things were normal the week before and now it felt as though he was avoiding you at all cost.

Yet the disappointment was quickly replaced by dread when you opened the front door.

The heels were what you saw first, a pair that you were sure wasn't yours. Even if there was a slightest chance that they were, they had no business being down here and not in your closet. Being pregnant, you hadn't worn heels in months.

Next were the scattered clothes, both familiar and not, a feminine scent lingering in the air that had your stomach turning in knots. They were the most horrid pieces of bread crumbs, one that you knew was leading you towards something vile and agonizing.

Your heartbeat was ringing in your ears as you ascended the stairs, each thump growing harsher to marry with your step. Your fingers trembled on your baby bump, the fluttering inside growing restless like a blaring alarm. When you reached the landing, that was when you heard it.

An enthusiastic creaking of the bed, salacious moans and grunts sinisterly harmonizing, unashamedly loud as if they weren't doing something so evil. It was deafening that you couldn't even hear your own heart shatter into pieces.

You wanted to turn around and leave, telling yourself that seeing the treacherous act would do more harm than good. But you didn't have control of your own body. You were pulling at your own hand, wanting to drag yourself away but to no avail as you kept walking.

The door was wide open when you reached it, shameless and uncaring of getting caught.

And you stood there, frozen, shattering into pieces as you watched your husband mold his naked body into another woman, his metal fingers tangled in her blonde hair, his hips driving back and forth recklessly, their faces contorted in pleasure while a picture of you and him on your wedding day stood on the nightstand.

It felt like a bullet to the heart when he lifted his head and met your eyes.

Gone were the soothing blues you'd called home, gone was the man you'd given your all, who you'd grown to love, to trust.

There were only dark gray hues laced with no guilt, no remorse, a face resembling the love of your life but was truly the Devil incarnate.

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks in quick succession, bile and air stuck in your throat, your heart stopping as something warmer, thicker with a metallic scent trickled down your leg.

He grinned.

You gasped.

•••

Bucky noticed how you'd been short with him lately.

Your kisses were less enthusiastic, his touches or any form of affection were being brushed off, your conversations turning brief, other times barely happening at all.

He tried to reason that you simply needed space, that maybe he was overbearing, overstimulating your senses by hovering around you too much. But, really, who could blame him for taking care of you and making sure his pregnant wife was healthy and safe?

But it was at night that his concern turned to suspicion, when you were facing away from him when you slept, muttering and mumbling, restless. It was when you'd flinch in surprise when he'd wake you up, eyes dazed with something else other than drowsiness. He'd ask you what was wrong, and each time you'd shake your head wordlessly and attempt to go back to sleep.

He remained patient though. It was the least he could do, especially in your state.

Still, that didn't mean he wasn't downright worried, especially when he found something uncanny about your behavior.

Bucky expected your irritability and annoyance. You snapping at him for something so mundane was a common thing he'd been facing lately and had certainly no qualms over. Your mind, emotions, and body were going through a lot and in waves, it was the bare minimum for him to understand. So he never took your harsh glares and clipped tones to heart.

But what was uncanny was the look of doubt, followed by a flicker of fear and then the heartbreak that would cross your face. It was in split seconds, when you see him on the phone, when he was out longer than he'd promised after getting you one of your weird cravings, when he came back late at night after a spontaneous outing with the guys when Wanda and Nat all but kicked him out since it was their turn to pamper you.

Bucky had a feeling that something was wrong. He simply couldn't put a finger as to what.

The nagging voice in the back of his head only grew when Sam and Sarah were in town. It was a surprise visit, so they didn't catch you in time.

You were already out with your mother, a rocky relationship that you hoped would start to mend over baby clothes and strollers.

"Bucky! Come on!" Sarah groaned playfully when he refused to tell them the gender of the baby.

He wanted you to disclose it, and he certainly wasn't going to do it without you by his side. You found out together, it was only fair you tell people the news together, too.

The harsh slam of the front door silenced everyone.

Bucky knew it was you right away, rushing to meet you in the hallway when he heard the intensity of your heartbeat and the sharpness of your breaths, footsteps hurried as if you'd been running.

"Hey," he said softly, cupping your face in his hands, his heart clenching at the sight of your stricken features. "What's wrong?"

It took you a minute to respond, eyes flickering between his face and over his shoulder, like you were looking for something. Bucky watched your body slowly relax when Sam and Sarah followed closely behind him.

It only confused him more.

"You feeling okay?" he asked, thumb stroking your warm cheek as he gently placed the other on your stomach.

"Y-Yeah, I thought—" You shook your head, finally meeting his eyes with a sad smile. "Mom canceled last minute."

"Oh I'm sorry, sweetheart," he sighed, pulling you into his arms, kissing the top of your head when you let out a shaky breath, cheek pressed on his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

Bucky knew how you were truly looking forward to this day. You'd been carefully dividing your lists into two so you could buy things with your mother and then with him, too.

"We'll just get those on our shopping trip, okay?" he murmured against your crown, hands rubbing soothing patterns on your back. Glancing behind him, he added with a lighter tone, "Or you can give Sam the list and he'll just gift us everything."

"Oh I would gladly do it," The self—not really—proclaimed uncle agreed. "If Buckaroo here will finally tell us whether we're having a niece or a nephew."

Bucky scoffed, "You know you can choose gender-neutral colors, right?"

"Oh no, I'm not talking about colors," Sam said, grinning. "I'm talking about quantity."

"Are you saying the niece gets more?" you asked with a soft laugh as you pulled away. The sound brushed away Bucky's worry, if only briefly, as he felt the tension leave your body. Still, his arm remained on your waist as you turned to your guests, his thumb rubbing soft circles as a means of comfort.

"Obviously," Sam confirmed, rolling his eyes playfully. "Gotta treat her like a princess."

"Can't argue with that." Bucky turned to you with an encouraging nod. "You want to put them out of their misery?"

"Well, you're having…" you trailed off, smile widening, eyes twinkling as a joyful glow kissed your face. The exact reason why Bucky loved letting you tell the news and being there when you did so. "A nephew."

The contrast between the siblings' reactions was amusing. Sarah erupted into a cheer resembling happiness and victory, while Sam all but threw his head back with a groan. Bucky still saw his friend try his best to hide a smile, though.

"I told you!" Sarah playfully smacked his brother on the arm. "A mother's intuition is never wrong."

"Yeah, yeah," Sam rolled his eyes, before turning to you with a proud grin, arms wide open. "Come here you."

You chuckled as you walked into his embrace, mumbling a soft "Thank you" at his congratulations. Sarah hugged you next, all teary yet happy smiles and sweet words as you both wandered to sit in the living room, the mother of two boys already gushing to you about endless advice.

"I'm happy for you man," Sam said as he pulled Bucky into a hug, patting his back before pulling away with narrowed eyes. "You better be taking care of her."

"Of course I am," Bucky scoffed, turning to watch you with a fond smile as you chatted animatedly, excitement evident in your well-being. "Hell, she might even be getting annoyed with my overbearing ass."

"Well, it's better to be overbearing than absent," Sam stated.

Bucky couldn't agree more.

Because fine, maybe he was being too much by always keeping an eye out for you even though you were safe and sound, lounging on the couch as Sam started pestering you about naming the baby after him. But if he wasn't, then he would've missed the way your smile slipped from time to time, shoulders slumping with exhaustion before you'd catch yourself and sit straight up and pretend your energy was still high.

He was thankful that Sam was perceptive enough to catch it too, along with the hints Bucky was throwing his way. So they cut their visit short, understanding that you needed to get some rest even if you hadn't explicitly said so.

Bucky was right on his call when the second the front door shut closed, your body visibility deflated, the day finally catching up with you.

He was probably hovering like a goddamn helicopter, trailing behind you when you did as much as walk from the living room to the bathroom, and then waiting for you outside the door. But if he hadn't, he would've missed your soft sniffles on the other side and the far-away look in your eyes once he'd checked on you twice after taking way too long inside than how you normally took.

If Bucky hadn't been overbearing, he would've missed the signs that something was bothering you, like something was eating away at your conscience.

"Hey, come here," he called for you later that night, sitting on the edge of the bed and beckoning you closer with his hands outstretched. Tangling your fingers together, he pulled you to stand in front of his opened legs, kissing your bump before resting his cheek on it, looking up at you with nothing but concern. "Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

"Yeah," you breathed out, attempting to smile but it didn't quite reach your eyes. "Just tired."

That only made his worry grow more.

It was something he'd noticed lately, too, how you'd been having trouble sleeping, much less, staying asleep. Most of the time, once you were comfortable in bed, it only took you a minute or two before you were out like a light.

At first, Bucky thought it was because you were nearing the end of your second trimester. It was to be expected, according to the countless pregnancy books he'd buried his face in and the weekly pregnancy calendar he found on the internet—which showed how big the baby was, what symptoms you were likely to feel and ways to aid you through it, how many weeks there were left, exercises to keep you comfortable and healthy and so on—he used as a guide.

But he didn't think nightmares were supposed to be part of it.

Bucky knew they weren't merely innocent dreams because you were always so shaken when he'd wake you up. There was always a sting settling in his chest when you'd pull away from his touch for a good few moments, eyes avoiding his as you tried to catch your breath. You'd only crawl back into his arms once your heart had settled into a calm rhythm, the haze in your irises never truly gone but faded.

You never told him what your dreams consisted of and Bucky never pushed.

He couldn't. Not with the risk of upsetting you even more. All he could do was remain patient. He knew you would tell him eventually. 

Bucky just wished it didn't have to take your breaking point for that to happen.

•••

The mumbling was what stirred him awake.

Bucky quickly sat up to check on you, his frown growing deeper once he saw your features littered with distress.

Yet before he had the chance to gently take you away from your troubled slumber, you suddenly shot up with a distressed shout,

"No!"

Your sobs immediately hit his ears, your frantic hands pulling the sheets away as if they were suffocating you. Your body trembled, chest heaving as you hastily checked your bump before you trailed your fingers down your inner thighs, bringing them up to your line of sight as if you were expecting to see something horrible coating your skin.

Dread clutched at Bucky's heart when the inkling as to what you expected to see evaded his mind.

"Hey, hey, hey," he rushed, kneeling in front of you and grabbing your face in his hands in an attempt to snap you out of your panic. Tear-filled eyes met his and his heart broke at the utter fear and agony that covered your face.

He pressed his forehead against yours, never looking away as he kept one cold hand on your burning and wet cheek and took yours with the other. He pressed your palm above his heart, hoping that it would help ground you.

"Breathe, sweetheart," he coaxed, inhaling deeply, encouraging you to follow, exhaling once you did. He took your other hand and pressed it against his jaw, letting his warm breath flow over your palm to help aid you in steadying your breathing. "That's it, my love, breathe with me."

Bucky repeated the action as many times he could, marrying it with encouraging words, only stopping when he could hear your heart slow to a steady beat.

"Y-You—" You choked back a whimper, burying your face into his neck as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, gripping him tightly. "I-I'm okay."

It sounded more like a question than it was a statement to Bucky.

"You're okay," he reassured firmly, kissing your forehead and steadying your shaking hands over your stomach. "You both are."

Silence covered the room aside from your deep breaths, the soft rustling of the sheets following suit as Bucky shifted to sit behind you, guiding you between his legs until your back was pressed against his chest. You rested all your weight on him, his hands covering your own as he coaxed them to move in slow circles over your stomach. He littered your shoulder with soft kisses, trailing up the side of your neck then your cheek, moving back down as he whispered sweet reassurances.

"You wouldn't do that to me, w-would you?" you asked after a moment.

"Do what, my love?"

Your voice came out as a broken whisper, as if you were scared to say it any louder, as if it would come true if you did.

"Cheat on me."

Bucky's answer was immediate.

"No." He gently turned you around in his arms, your legs thrown over his thigh as you sat sideways. Taking your face in his hand, he nudged the tip of your nose with his to get you to look at him, to let you see the truth in his eyes, emotions bared and unhidden. "I would never."

You nodded meekly before dropping your head, his lips touching your crown.

"Sweetheart, hey," he whispered, fingers finding your chin to prevent you from hiding again. His frown deepened when you met his gaze, the pain and conflict coating your dulled irises doing nothing to ease his worries. "Where is this coming from?"

But with one look at your trembling form and troubled eyes, Bucky's heart sank at the realization.

"Doll…" He took a deep breath, thumb stroking your cheek tenderly. "Is this what you've been dreaming of lately?"

Bucky never expected for such a small nod to break his heart so much.

"I-I watched you and—"

"No, no, no," he interrupted, shaking his head vehemently, kissing the tip of your nose, and then each of your eyelids. "You don't have to tell me right now. I don't want you to dwell on it for too long."

"I have to get out," you whispered yet your tone was adamant, fingers starting to nervously fiddle with his vibranium ones.

Bucky hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to stress you out more than you already were. But when you squeezed his hand reassuringly, he sighed, offering you a small yet supportive smile. "Okay. But don't force it, please, sweetheart. I don't want you getting upset even more."

You nodded.

Bucky listened.

He listened with bated breath as you recounted your dreams, his heart tearing itself apart, piece by piece with each gruesome detail you managed to stutter out. Heels. Clothes. Stairs. Sounds. Bedroom. Bodies. Picture Frame.

Bucky made sure to remind you to take your time and take deep breaths, it's just a bad dream, wiping away your tears as he held you close in his arms, you're my everything, littering whichever part of you he could reach with soft kisses to remind you were here, present in reality with him, and that you're okay.

Bucky never thought he'd feel inhumane anger over a version of himself that wasn't and would never be part of reality. He'd honestly die first. Yet, even then, he still couldn't picture subjecting you to such awful betrayal and hurt.

If he could jump into your dreams and excruciatingly make that asshole pay, no matter if it was some version of him, he would do it over and over and over again. No questions asked.

"And t-then there was b-blood," you took a sharp breath, a knife into Bucky's chest as fresh tears escaped your eyes, your grip around his hand tightening. "I-I lost our—"

"That's enough," Bucky interrupted, voice soft yet hoarse as a lump lodged itself in his throat, blinking away his unshed tears. With one hand on the back of your head, he pressed his lips against your brow. "It's just a nightmare, sweetheart."

"It f-felt so real," you choked back a sob, shaking your head as if you were hoping it would rid the images away. 

"This is real," Bucky said, placing your palm on his cheek, the other on your baby bump with his own hands covering yours. "You're okay. Our baby boy is okay. We are going to be okay."

You nodded, taking deep, shaky breaths as you brought his palm to your lips. You kissed it a few times, three more before you wrapped his arms around your form, leaning forward to bury your face into his neck.

"I would never do that to you," he murmured against the side of your head, rubbing gentle circles on your back. "You trust me, right?"

"I do!" you said, eyes frantically looking into his with all the reassurance you could muster despite your tiredness, lips trembling as you repeated, "I trust you with everything that I have. I trust you with my life, Buck—"

He nodded. He knew you did. He didn't feel any ounce of uncertainty in your voice, didn't see any assumption that he was capable of being unloyal in your eyes. Maybe that was where your conflict came from, your heart battling with the lies your subconscious was feeding you.

This wasn't about the strength of your trust in him. This was something else entirely.

"Who put this in your head, hmm?"

Bucky knew you well enough, how you sometimes got too into your overthinking mind. Your past relationships definitely contributed to that fact. Toxicity to downright emotional abuse and various infidelities from previous boyfriends, it was no surprise that you came out of those relationships scarred.

You went to therapy when you finally had the resources to, and Bucky was always there to support you, told you it was nothing to be ashamed of. Hell, he was going to individual sessions himself, much less frequently compared to his earlier years, but the path to healing was never linear. He even suggested couples counseling—once a month at best, twice on the bad ones. Not because something was broken with your relationship, but only as a tool to be able to understand each other more, to keep things healthy between you both.

It helped tremendously.

You'd grown to shine brighter each day, letting yourself be free of the doubtful voices and instead accept and own that you were deserving to be loved, strongly, loyally, and unconditionally.

Now, after being together for eight years—three in a relationship and five years of marriage—you and Bucky were stronger, healthier, happier. And with a baby boy on the way, he knew it would only strengthen your bond, adding more joy and love to your little family.

But recently, your pregnancy hadn't been easy on your mental state. With your body preparing itself to welcome new life into this world, to your hormones fluctuating, it only heightened your emotions, and that included the bad ones.

So it wasn't far-fetched for your anxious thoughts to grow like weeds in your head, unrelenting and parasitic with no means of stopping unless you pluck it out from the root. But for the first sprout to emerge, someone had to have planted that seed first.

"Remember when I went on that 'girl's night in' get-together?"

Bucky sighed. That was two weeks ago. He should've known that your quietness when you got home was something to be worried about. Even more when it was roughly the same time you started having trouble sleeping. To think that you had to deal with your dreams alone for that long—

He pulled you closer, rubbing your arms with a kiss on your forehead. "Yeah, I remember."

"Do you remember Karla?"

Bucky remembered her too. He only met her once when you brought him as your plus one to her engagement party. Now, he wasn't the type of person who was quick to pass judgment on people, especially at the first meeting. But first impressions? She hadn't exactly been the best, too forward and sometimes, rude for Bucky's liking. But she was your friend, so he let it slide.

"She arrived late. She was already very drunk and distraught," you continued once Bucky confirmed with a nod. "We immediately tried to console her, get her to calm down, but she just wouldn't let go of the bottle of whisky, started grabbing the wine the girls were having and chugging it down too. Turns out, she walked in on her fiancé with her best friend in their living room."

Bucky pressed his lips against your crown with a sigh, rubbing circles on your back as he let you pick at the metal plates of his arm. It was a nervous habit. Yet you also said it was comforting, grounding, getting to feel the coldness of the prosthetic.

"Then she looked at me and saw my bump—God that dress didn't really hide much, huh?" you chuckled, voice void of humor.

Bucky loved that dress on you, and he showed you just how much before driving you to that get-together. It was a shame that the memory was now tainted.

"B-But, I don't know, it was probably because I was the only married one in our group, o-or she was just that drunk but she started targeting me," you paused with a deep breath, eyes meeting his with a shake of your head as fresh tears gathered on your waterline.

"She started yelling at me and telling me that I was rubbing it in her face, what she could've had. And then she started screaming how you would do the same any day now, if you weren't already doing it because it was obvious you won't like it that my body is changing and getting bigger a-and that you'd find some slimmer model and she told me to leave you before it's too late and I just—"

Bucky felt hot white rage grip him.

He couldn’t care less what other people's opinions of him were. With what his past life was, he learned not to let it get to him. He should feel insulted, to hear the disrespect against his morals to downright questioning his loyalty to his wife, especially from someone he couldn't give a shit about.

But he wasn't mad about that. Oh no.

He was furious about what you had to endure.

The audacity of someone to make you upset and stressed, especially in your current condition, had him outraged. No one, absolutely no one had the right to raise their voice, much less, fucking yell at you. He didn't care if it was the president of some country, a powerful alien or a close family friend—

Nobody disrespects his wife.

"You know none of that is true," he said as calmly as he could despite wanting to give that 'friend' of yours a piece of his mind. Cupping your face with both hands, he brushed his thumbs against the corner of your lips. "Hell, I showed you how much I love your changing body earlier that day in the kitchen, didn't I?"

That managed to coax a giggle from you, faint and teary but he still took it as a win.

"Look, what happened to your friend was awful. I wouldn't ever wish that on anyone," he said, jaw clenching. "But for her to bring you down with her while you're pregnant? That's just cruel."

"I'm sorry," you whispered sadly, pressing his palm on your lips. "I shouldn’t have let her words get to me."

"Sweetheart, no, you did nothing wrong," Bucky insisted. "Your emotions are all over the place as is, your hormones even more. And I know how impressionable you get when your anxiety is high and, fuck, you must've been so stressed when she basically berated you in front of everyone I just—" He took a deep breath, pressing his forehead against yours. "I wish you could've told me sooner."

"I was worried you'd take it the wrong way," you admitted shakily. "Because I do trust you, but things got loud in my head and I just—"

"I know," he hummed, smiling reassuringly. "I know, doll. You don't have to explain it to me."

You sighed, nodding, your body slowly relaxing with a hint of a grateful smile touching your lips. And with the weight slowly falling off your shoulders, your drowsiness followed suit—the fluttering of your eyelids, the calmness of your breaths as you all but rested on him.

Bucky fluffed your pregnancy pillow before gently guiding you to a comfortable position, kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose before pressing his lips gently onto yours. He hummed at your satisfied sigh, hands caressing your body, pouring as much of his love into every simple touch as he could muster.

"You're my whole world, my everything," he whispered to you and you only, the person who matters to him the most. "I would never put myself in a position where I'd even risk losing the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Bucky's brows furrowed when he felt a flutter against his palm where he'd rested it on your bump.

"I think someone's a little jealous," you teased softly, fingers pushing his hair away from his forehead.

"Now, we can't have that," he chuckled, shifting his body until he was face-to-face with your belly. He pulled at your shirt, revealing your skin before littering each part and stretch marks with loving kisses. Smiling, he corrected himself, "One of the best things that's ever happened to me."

His grin grew wider as you started carding your fingers through his hair. He could honestly fall asleep like this, resting on your bump with your loving touches.

"Say, you're going to kick my ass if I hurt Mama, wouldn't you, squirt?" he murmured against your tummy, his heart lurching when he felt a faint kick. Bucky gaped at you, chuckling at your giggles before pressing his lips back on your skin. "Gonna be a mama's boy I can already tell."

"I love you," you said, eyes glistening but with the smile that graced your face, Bucky knew they were happy tears this time.

"And I love you," he hummed, resting his cheek on your bump to meet your gaze, his fingers tracing hearts on your skin. "Both of you."

•••

"Doll, you don't have to do this."

"They're going to be here in an hour."

"I know but you shouldn't be on your feet too much."

"Exercise is good for pregnant women," you said, tilting your head at your husband with a knowing grin. "You told me that, according to the books you've read."

"I know what I said," Bucky groaned, hands finding your hips as he tried to gently steer you to sit on the chair, again. "But in moderation, you've been standing for—"

"Five minutes since you last made me sit down," you giggled, continuing to set up the dinner table with the snacks and appetizers you had set up. The main meal was kept warm in the oven.

It was your turn to host the get-together your friend group had once a month. And being in your third trimester, you were unable to stay up too late. So you opted on having a small brunch instead of the usual nightly gathering.

"Then, let me take care of the rest, please?" he begged, wrapping his arms around your form to stop your movements, lips pressed on the thin strap of your sundress. And if he wasn't overly cautious about your well-being, he probably would've already carried you to bed to let you rest. "Just sit and order me around."

Now, who could deny that offer?

Bucky was a great husband.

You knew this and he had done nothing but actively prove that to you time and time again.

You knew you shouldn't have let yourself get to a point of spiraling deep into your anxious thoughts that they started to affect your dreams somehow. But it honestly got overwhelming so quickly that you didn't get the chance to snap out of it. Worse yet, it made you dig the hole deeper and deeper by keeping it to yourself.

It was a lapse in judgment and, as Bucky had said, your emotions were all over the place. Not to mention, the situation wasn't at all pleasing, getting yelled at in front of an audience was awful already, a recipe for anxious disaster. What more if your hormones were making everything ten times worse?

Your friend simply caught you at the wrong moment.

The same friend that was going to be coming over in a few minutes.

You didn't tell Bucky yet because you knew he would never let her into the house. But you were willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. She was drunk and hurting that night, emotions probably driving her rash decisions. Granted you hadn't spoken to her since, but she probably didn't mean what she had said.

Or so you thought.

After shooting you an admonishing look when he recognized who walked into the door last, Bucky was back in Pilot Mode.

It's what you named his hovering because he did go into certain modes when taking care of you, even if he argued otherwise. And despite having agreed that he was going to give you and the girls space—and he had been sulking in his office as he watched whatever game there was on—it rapidly changed when the party moved to your backyard.

The sun was at its peak in the clear blue sky, warmth evident in the air despite sitting under the shade of the large patio umbrella Bucky installed himself.

First, it was pulling you aside for some sunscreen, lathering your skin up as he lectured you about taking sips of water every now and then to stay hydrated and to go back inside if it got too hot. Then, it was standing in the kitchen, right by the open window where he had a clear view of you, discreetly observing even though his large stature was making him so obvious. Your friends had giggled about it since most did find it endearing. That last one was him bursting out of the backdoor with a cold glass of water and a clean towel in hand, wiping away any sweat that littered your skin and urging you to drink, parting away with a chaste yet loving kiss.

It was what made Karla snap.

"God, I can't believe you still fall for that shit," she scoffed once your husband had gone back inside. "Like, seriously, have you ever heard of love bombing?"

Everyone went silent at that.

"He's overprotective," you countered, though you could already start to feel your heart rate start to increase.

"More like he's overcompensating for something," she grumbled, rolling her eyes. "He was a trained assassin back in the day, wasn't he? Surely he'd learned a thing or two about hiding secrets."

"Karla, drop it," Grace, a friend truly close to you, hissed with a sharp glare.

"I'm trying to save her from yet another heartbreak," she argued, before turning to you. "Like we all know how gullible and naïve you can get, a few romantic gestures and you're already blinded. I mean, considering your track record of cheaters, you should already know the signs. I know I see them with how your husband's been doting on you. It's the same thing the asshole did to me."

Your hands shook as you held the glass of water tighter, tears threatening to spill as you gritted, "Bucky is not the same—"

"Jesus, you need to open your eyes!" Karla interrupted. "I never expected you to still be this stupid—"

"That's enough."

Bucky's voice boomed through the air, his looming presence immediately behind you with a protective arm around your waist. Emotions at a high, you didn't even realize you stood up from your seat. You tried catching his gaze, but he was glaring at Karla who had now quieted down, shrinking in her place.

"I don't care about your assumptions about my morals and character because your opinion doesn't matter to me. So say whatever you want to say about me. But the second you disrespect my wife—" Bucky screwed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, reeling back his anger when he felt your hand on his arm.

Opening his eyes, he turned to look at you. You shook your head, not wanting to make this any bigger. He sighed, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles and then your ring before turning to Karla.

"I love making my wife happy, and she'd been looking forward to this get-together to catch up with friends. But she isn't supposed to be around any kind of stressors during her pregnancy," he said, glare dead set on your so-called friend, voice dropping as he gritted, "So get out of my fucking house."

"Buck—"

"Doctor's orders, my love. I can call her right now if you want." He gave you a sweet, knowing smile. You nodded because you knew there was no point arguing with him. Bucky turned to your friend when she refused to move. "Well? Do you want me to drag you out?"

Karla gaped at everyone, waiting for someone to protest, huffing and puffing when she found no support. It didn't take long for her to gather her things and for the front door to slam shut.

The silence hung in the air for a good minute.

"Good fucking riddance," Grace scoffed, the tension breaking as a chorus of agreement came out from everyone. "I honestly don't get why you still invited her."

"Too kind for her own good," Bucky said, raising his brow at you. You shook your head at him with a soft laugh, squeezing his hand gratefully.

"You're in your guard dog mode again," you teased.

Bucky rolled his eyes, but didn't bother denying it. That only made you grin wider.

"Well, this is supposed to be a girls' thing so I'll leave you ladies to your own devices." He nodded at everyone, giving you a sweet peck on the lips before making his way back into the house, even though you knew he was only going back to his station in the kitchen.

As soon as he was gone, everyone started gushing at you.

"You're so lucky but God you deserve it!"

"Girl, you need to set me up with a friend of his, like surely they're going to be roughly the same, right?"

"Honestly, I'm glad you're getting your happy ever after."

"Does he use that deep voice on you in bed?"

"Oh my god!" you squeaked at the last one, covering your warm face with your palms. When you peeked between your fingers, the girls were all looking at you with expectant grins, brows wriggling. You sighed, "Maybe."

They all erupted into delighted laughs at that, the conversation turning into a slightly salacious turn as they started trading in stories—both good and horrendous—and asking you for some advice on how to keep a guy satisfied or even just to spill the beans on what you and your husband get up to in bed.

Obviously, you didn't kiss and tell—well, not in too much detail. You still couldn't help but sing Bucky's praises. Of course you had to give credit where credit is due.

It was a few moments in when you caught Bucky's gaze in the open window. His wink and that handsome yet smug—his ego inflated that's for sure—smile was enough to tell you that he was listening in like the goddamn nosy super soldier that he was.

You rolled your eyes, yet your joyous smile wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

Because to be in reality with James Buchanan Barnes, your husband, the love of your life, was way better than any dream you could ever have.

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Toxic gfs please 😖

TOXIC GIRLFRIENDSSSSSS

anon, my love, my world, how could i see this without immediately thinking about mei mei??

i was literally thinking about this ask all day, so a lot crossed my mind!! but what i really ended up latching onto was a childhood friends sort of au (v canon divergent)

obvs, i feel like having any sort of relationship with mei mei that lasts this long is going to turn sort of twisty and complicated. she's so honest about her greed, and i feel there's def an always present insecurity surrounding the reader concerning their value to her. not a pressing one, but one that's simply there. addressed so rarely that it's become dust covered and logical.

the tests start off small, like her asking you to do certain tasks for her. little acts of service like grabbing her snacks for lunch, or doing her work, or offering your gym clothes when she forgets her own. the people around you call you a pushover and a doormat. but things have always been this way, and the benefits are so easily identifiable.

she's kind to you. and despite what everyone else says, you're aware that once you turn your back that it's hypocrisy that fuels their attitudes, because it's your shoulder bumping against mei mei's when the two of you leave the room.

you're turned golden with the connection. she's always had midas on her side, tucked into her lashes, her teeth, her nails, any part of her that she can drag along your skin.

it's a hot summers day when she brings you out to an abandoned train track. she's brought you to the edge of a thicket. the old rusting tracks look like they're the ageing borders to another world.

something in your stomach croaks as mei mei playfully balances along the steel rail. your feet remain carefully planted into the loose gravel. the sound of hollow metal and rock clashing against each other is a pleasant one. despite your subconscious unease, you briefly close your eyes and take in the warm air around you as she reaches out to grab onto your hand whenever she misplaces her balance.

she brought you out here to celebrate getting through another year together. your ears had burned at her words: together. so much implication behind such a simple word. you found your mind running as she brought you out without any other explanation. it wouldn't matter as long as you were together. as long as you were there whenever she threatened to tip over while treading along the thin metal beneath her with her arms splayed out like an elegant bird's.

the thicket walks along with you both, never ending in its length. just as mei mei hops off the rails and stops walking, you wonder just how she stumbled upon this place.

"we're here." she circles you languidly as your steps also slow.

"here?" you question dryly as she stands behind you.

you're facing the thicket head on now, eyes sucked into a whirlpool of sameness and obscurity. the endless and thick lanes of bark all mold into something foreign. the birds have ceased to chirp. something rancid seems to waft out of its clearing, like a gaping mouth that's feasted and starved.

"yes," mei mei whispers. her mouth is dangerously close to your ear.

she rests her head on your shoulder lightly, staring up at you with a look you've seen a thousand times before.

your head rests against hers, leaning into the touch.

"what is it?" you ask. eager, and perfectly pliant.

she chuckles softly, raising her hands to block your vision. they act as a blindfold, though her palms seem softer than any fabric.

"a surprise," she answers cheekily.

she makes contact with your skin, completely darkening your vision. your senses frenzy as one is dampened. for a moment, all you're able to register is mei mei's body against yours.

there's the faint chance of her perfection melding into whatever it is you've made of yourself.

the chance is however eradicated by the sudden rise of a rank smell. it oppresses the other scents around you so strongly that the feeling of it sliding down your throat has you choking on your own breath and spit.

with the loss of your sight, the rot in the air grows heavy with every passing second, stalking its blind prey.

your expression twists beneath mei mei's palms and she seems to feel the shift of every muscle in your skin. her fingers separate from themselves slowly, allowing light to creep into your vision through her command and nothing else.

what hobbles across the train tracks turns the spit in your mouth rancid.

what you can only identify as a discoloured mound of flesh and teeth writhes between the thick trunks of the thicket ahead of you. its skin gleams with bright and volcanic cysts, oozing the smell of rotten and overly ripened fruit.

"mei—"

"shh," she hushes. her lips are so close that they're able to graze your ears now, her breath fanning across your face. she smells sweet, like lollipops.

"just look," she demands. her voice progressively becoming shrouded by the caws of birds

her hands have hardened around your skin and if you weren't so frozen by fear you would recognize the testing and prodding of her fingertips. they try to spot any flaking, any fools gold feathered across you.

when she finds nothing, when your feet remain planted into the ground and you remain in her clutches, when you mold and gouge against her instead of crumbling, mei mei finds herself smiling.

she turns your body towards her just as crows manically dive into the monster and begin to merge each other into a pool of unidentifiable gore.

you've gone weak in the knees, but she catches you, still grasping you by your soft cheeks. the fear in your eyes glints against the excitement of hers as her thumbs brush the sweat and tears off your face.

there's a sort of ownership in her hold that's never felt safer to you before now.

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31 SEMBLANCE

DUSK IN THE BRIGHTEST | chapter directory

erwin smith/fem!reader, erwin smith/you, no y/n | slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff & smut, mutual pining, canon AU, college/univ AU, professor erwin smith, commander erwin smith, non-linear narrative, manga spoilers

Trigger warning: canon-typical violence, graphic description, explicit sexual content, suicidal thoughts, mental health issues, trauma, implied/referenced sexual harassment, implied/referenced abuse, attempted murder, overdosing

Plot: It was always the nightmares, really. Entrapped with walls, human-eating giants, fighting through metal strings and swords – utterly violent, dreary, recurrent. But behind the blurry faces was a man with menacing blue eyes and vivid features; eventually appearing before you as your new reputable professor, Erwin Smith. Since then, the disaster had slipped beyond your subconscious. AO3

As you dwelled on your cries, the commander finally sat down again; his fingers continuously glided on your cheeks to soothe you somehow.

"How are they in that world?" He finally spoke again after a while.

"The two are living as Levi's siblings. Isabel, while a full-on brat, stuck to me since we were children. Furlan is very composed and he helps Levi in lots of things." You chuckled a bit despite the tears due to random memory. "You won't believe me when I say he used to hold me with affection and now he's having a happy crush on the current queen."

Indeed, that would be hard to imagine. Erwin had to register that with a small laugh as well. "The others?"

"I haven't met Miche, Hange, and the others yet but they're friends with you two. I hear them a lot from you and Levi."

"Miche… he's living a better life as well, I see." He pondered. For some reason, his voice was a mixture of relief and bitterness. "How am I in that world?"

"You became quite like your father despite having him for just a short time. You've been very gentle to everyone, especially to me, and helped me without hesitation because I was left behind for so long due to lots of things…" You bit your lip to suppress another wave of emotions. "And you also chose to remember everything in this world by dreams so you could pay for your debts. That's why our paths crossed again. You were my saving grace in that world. Having this vision was too tormenting for me until you came."

"It's good that I didn't end up too much of a bastard somehow." He finally withdrew his palm on your cheek and rested it on your hand instead. "Are you healthy enough in that world?"

"I am. I was poisoned with soup then stabbed but I think I'm fine in general."

"Soup?" Erwin repeated in surprise. "So all this time—"

"I quickly overcame my fear towards the dish when you repeatedly accompanied me while eating it." You clarified with a chuckle. "But that's why you're on the edge in that world as well. Despite some distinctions, you're completely the same cruel man."

"If I ever did murder the perpetrator in that world, would you be able to forgive me?"

"Of course, I would. I'm staying no matter what." You answered resolutely. "It doesn't need to clash with seeking accountability, after all."

Silence enveloped the whole room. You heard Erwin gulp after a while as if trying to articulate the next question. Then you realized he might be having a hard time voicing it out because he squeezed onto your hand.

"Was I able to give you all the love you deserve in that world?"

That's when you finally let the tears drip down again. It was silent weeping this time and you held onto his hand tightly as well. "You're a man full of teasing and banters but you also keep on telling me that I'll get everything I want in that world. That you'll make up for it somehow."

"Is that so," He weakly muttered and stayed still again. When you glanced at him, you almost sobbed out loud. He looks so sad and on a closer look, it's as if he's a lost child who's so conflicted about what to do. His eyes are glued on the hand he's holding and it's obvious that he's taking quite a while coming up with other things to say. Never in your life did you think you'd ever see this man so lost with his words.

"Do you want to go back?" He muttered.

Somehow, as the sight continuously burns your vision, you notice how he's trying to muster up the courage to finally let you go.

You weren't able to stop the sobs then. "I could live everywhere as long as you're alive."

"But the people dear to you are alive in that world. It's needless to say that you'll be happier there."

"You're the only reason I existed again. You strongly wished for me to exist, that's why I'm here even after using the power granted to me. Your existence is what matters to me the most."

"You say that I'm still the same man in that world… but do I actually have the ability to protect you with all my might?"

"You have. We could protect ourselves. There are no monsters in that world." You repeated what you had said back in Wall Maria.

His eyes widened then as if that remark ultimately concluded the whole bargain. Finally, his grip on your hand untightened.

Despite the calm wistfulness, he looks more broken this time. You weren't able to take it so you gripped his hand again. "I'll stay here. You don't need to convince me anymore. I could live with you here. I would love to do so."

That's when Erwin finally smiled. It was the most poignant smile you've ever seen of him, in this world and the other one. He gently removed your grasp on him and shook his head. "You came here to save me and so your job here is done. That's more than enough for me."

"No. You said it, right? We can do the things we weren't able to do before. I would love to have that life. You told me I'd look good living inside the walls as well. Then live with me." You're the one doing the bargain this time. "It's not fake security anymore and I'd be able to live beside someone I love. We don't even have to quit at all. We just have to—"

You were cut off gently when Erwin leaned in for a kiss. He held on to your cheeks and languidly glided his lips to yours. It's slow, too slow that you just know he is savoring it for the last time. You let him melt down your sobs then.

He halted after a while with both of your lips barely touching and breathing in each other's air. "Isabel needs someone right now." He whispered.

"No. She has everyone to take care of her." You begged, completely setting aside the worries in pursuit of coaxing the man above you who had nothing in this life but pure suffering.

"Furlan is having a hard time. If a man as composed as him is having such difficulty keeping himself up then you really need to go back."

"Again, you just have to let me live with you. They have each other and we don't need to worry about them."

"How about me in that world? Who do I have there?" You were shot into silence then. Somehow, Erwin hoped you would be able to pitch in a name. Perhaps that'd make him reconsider his decision. When you didn't respond, he just smiled again and landed a chaste peck on the bridge of your nose.

"You need to come back and stop me from doing something irreversible or if I already did, you have to be there and forgive me." He landed another one on your forehead. "Because you're sweet like that, my dearest girl that's holding me with so much affection. You're the one who's been saving me all this time and I need another saving in that world right now."

"But I could just stay here, don't you want that? We could finally have good things together."

"The fact that there's a world where we could get that is more than enough for me. What you did in this world is more than enough for me." He said while hushing your tears away.

You start to feel as if you're being pulled away from your body, each second ticking until you disappear into thin air, until you leave the body that Erwin is holding so dearly.

No, just a moment. I'm not done yet. I need to have him realize that I'm meant to be here.

"You went through a lot as it is and I could finally stay beside you to get past our miseries. I was dead set on dying there but if I could have the chance to live with you here—" However, you realized that Erwin's words are to be heard as well because it's by his will that you're here. He's the one who vehemently desired to see you again even if it's just a glimpse. He's the one who begged for the parallel and had it full of glitches. "You won't let me go, would you?"

"I won't. I have you beyond worlds after all. See, you have this terrible man stuck on you for several lifetimes." It's as if the Erwin smiling in front of you also knows well that he had the final say as much as you do.

He lands another kiss as he finally decides to let you go, for this moment is the last one you'll ever have of him — the man who had tons of mistakes and sought to be forgiven, the one who died and still begged for you to save him, and the one who vehemently believed that seeing you again even just for a minute is more than he could ever wish for.

"Thank you for coming to me."

It’s as if your mind has been flying away inside an abyss since then. You could hear words but they’re just playing around in the air. What’s keeping you from breaking is that last moment playing inside your head so vividly on repeat. Despite not knowing how long you've been doing it, you're still more than thankful at the sight. There's no way you'd get sick of it when you're well aware that by the time it stops playing, you won't see nor feel the commander ever again.

On the day you finally got agency with your thoughts and body again, even for a short period, you woke up screaming. Your body reeked of sweat even though the temperature was not even high. The peaceful and well-cleaned room is spinning around your eye. Every corner of it is threatening you with death, kitchen knives, blood, scattered utensils, and broken plates. This wasn't even included with your worries until this very moment. There's a lump in your throat that makes it hard for you to breathe and it's more than enough to acknowledge that you're back for good. It's your body that's reacting to all of this, not your consciousness beyond this world.

Fortunately, everyone is inside the house today including Erwin. Kuchel’s household usually takes turns tending to you so everyone stopped in their tracks as soon as they heard you screaming in the room, from words like "mom" and "I'm sorry" up to painful cries about how you want to see your brother again. They stormed towards where you are. Everyone who'd go near you during these episodes could be perceived as a threat, that's why they have to be careful not to invade your space.

It was Kuchel who spoke first, gently and tranquil. The rest waited at the door. "It's okay, it's okay. Look at your surroundings. You're in a completely different place. No one's gonna hurt you here." Kuchel slowly walked.

You can't even hear her, not at all. "Mom, I don't–" You gripped your hair with both hands “I don’t remember. This isn't what I intended to create when I—" You cut yourself off with a shaky gasp as you clutched on your left stomach. "—it hurts. Oh, it hurts. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You felt how it's bleeding, how it'd spurt out the blood from you anytime soon, your organs gushing out along the way.

Furlan and Isabel can't even look at you anymore. Levi still had his composed face but his eyebrows were curled, perhaps in worry, anger, or both. Erwin's expression was grim, nearly unreadable, as he followed your every move. Despite Kuchel's completely composed demeanor, this is an utterly painful sight to see as there's no wound in your stomach anymore. Your mother's not holding a knife at you because she's dead. She can't hurt you anymore. No one could.

Nothing but the flashes of memories that'd stay in you for the rest of your life.

That's the cue for her then as the pain perceived by your brain would distract you from seeing someone walking as a threat. She tried a palm on your head at first to test, but you flinched and screamed so she pulled back. Kuchel then stayed half a meter away, knelt down to your level, and whispered things only audible to the both of you. Slowly but surely, her whispers subsided your panic down into sobs. You still had your eyes shot really wide but the mind hysteria decreased. Kuchel tried to touch you again, this time you were calmer; she took that as the cue and gently engulfed you in her embrace. As she caressed your head, you hugged your knees. The sobs weakened until they became mere huffs. She then laid you down, let you curl yourself up in a fetal position, and closed your eyes after a while. Breathing became steady then. You're sleeping again. Kuchel finally halted her hands. That's when those who'd like to go near you entered, Erwin first.

Upon sitting on the bed, Erwin placed a hand on your cheek to check something, "She's having a fever again.”

Isabel is crying this time but she didn't dare utter a word anymore. She walked out to get a towel and basin with water. Levi reached a hand on top of her head though, halting her for a while. "I know that face. Don't blame yourself again. She's already here."

Her bottled-up thoughts finally broke. "Why did you listen to me? I'm your stupid sister, a good-for-nothing brat. I didn't even dare go to college. Why did you? Both of you should've known better!" She also shot Furlan a glare.

The way she's shouting at Levi is a completely new sight to see. Indeed, she tends to shout a lot but this one’s completely angry and spiteful. Even Furlan is completely taken aback. Isabel's train of thought has been crippled since that evening. Not only you who got physically harmed would be scarred in the mind. The only time she stopped waking and throwing up in the middle of the night was when you finally woke up.

Levi ruffled her hair. "I told you she's here already. No one will blame you. Not even Mom blamed you when you finally told her." He then moved Isabel's head to turn it towards Kuchel's. The mother flashed an apologetic smile at her. "Not even the brat lying down beside her would blame you. You know that much by now, don't you? You're the one closest to her here."

Isabel gulped the lump down her throat. Everyone paused. After wiping her face, she walked away without a word. She's still shaking. Her fists are clenched just as usual, so hard that her hands are stained with red marks.

"I'll buy meds outside." Furlan quietly excused himself.

Kuchel walked towards the two and patted their shoulders to say something. "Her father won't be coming back. He cut all his connections off and I discovered the other day that he already has a new family overseas. Maybe the divorce was what pushed that woman to her limits. I don't even know about it. Not even their child got aware." Erwin then widened his eyes. He's the one who initiated the search for him after all. "That's pretty much it. She's got nothing but us now. Not that it made any difference. It's been like this ever since." Then walked away as if nothing happened. Her composure did not falter at all. It says a lot about how her eldest is the same.

Then Erwin and Levi were left alone. Levi started. "You're fortunate she killed herself first before you could."

Erwin folded his arms as he leaned on the door jamb, watched your now tranquil figure then clicked his tongue. "Fortunate, you say?"

"What do you think would happen if this girl finally came back to her senses and discovered you became a murderer instead?"

"She already knew that'd happen.” He blatantly uttered it to you after all. He’s just quite uncertain if you would actually remember. “And yet I'm too livid to care, I don't think I ever could."

Of course, Levi should know this much by now. He changed the topic then. "When you went to her that day, did you bring a weapon?"

“I'm the one who gave her the weapon, even asked her to kill me. I got nothing but words. Do you think I'm the one who led her into that?"

"Don't throw questions on me. Explain what happened instead."

Erwin silently walked toward you and sat on the bed. Before answering, he fixed the blanket so it'd cover you properly. He made sure your head would be the only thing visible as if recalling your humorous exchange way back at the balcony could help in toning down his grim thoughts. His demeanor stayed dark though, utterly dark. "Nothing dangerous. Just told her she's already dead and I'm giving her the chance to choose if she'd be the one to do the final act or me. If she chooses me then I'd do her some service like the good man I am. Something that'd take a whole day."

"You—" Levi shot his eyes wide. "Urged her to do that?"

Instead of answering, Erwin busied himself brushing his hand on your head. You squeaked and moved a bit but didn't wake up. When he gave Levi a look again, the latter had to register the sight. Erwin looked utterly perilous right now despite his tranquil touches. His face was flat as stone, not even a curl on his eyebrows nor a scowl. The menacing glint in his eyes is more than enough to remark how angry he is right now and how unremorseful of what he did. He might be willing to do more, even. Levi almost shuddered. Considering how Erwin holds you right now despite the face he's having, it seems like you're the only one safe in this space as of the moment.

Levi doesn't want to imagine what would become of him if you really died. "What the fuck is up with that face?"

"She's the one who ended her suffering. Did herself a favor and died. Who do you think is the more fortunate one here, Levi?"

"What have you done, exactly?"

"I do deadlines in my profession a lot so I tried having it to her as well. If this angel doesn't wake up in two weeks—" Then his caresses slid on your cheeks instead. "Perhaps a stab, or having the nails removed, hour after an hour, no drugs involved, let her blood dry out all over her house. Anything, really. I also visited her daily for gentle reminders; told her that the time is ticking and that I accept requests. Gave her intricate details of what I would do to her if the deadline came. She tried to stay from one place to another to avoid me but I always ended up bumping into her coincidentally. I think the setup in this world is pretty much in my favor, unlike the previous one."

The search warrant didn’t even last for more than 24 hours. She was quickly found dead.

Realization daunted Levi. “I thought you only went to her place once.”

"You think that'd suffice? I'm as good as dead might as well bring her down with me. Want me to get more detailed about it?" It's not even a question meant for Levi's approval. It was perhaps a mockery he intended to voice out in this world. He's making every dust in this space right now hear how low he went and how he'd go further if the conditions set upon the girl he's holding are way crueler than what just happened. "I might've done my words so well because every day I visited her, she'd end up screaming and sobbing. I didn't even need to soil my hands. Her deranged mind is way too easy to corrupt. I gave her some gifts, perhaps the last one was her breaking point. It was the portrait of her dead son in Paradis. How he looked, how healthy and happy he was thanks to his sister who loved him so well like the sweetest girl that she is. How precious my woman is because she ended up saving everyone's asses, including that wicked mother only if she knew better than to make her existence known to me."

If something's horrifying Levi, it wasn't what Erwin did, not at all, but rather the lack of guilt on his features. It's as if a completely different man is sitting on the bed because the thing that's been crippling Erwin all his life is the same one he's lacking right now.

"All this time your life revolved around remorse and now you'd shit on me at how you didn't feel that at all?"

"Paying debts. Bullshit. Completely stupid.” He spat sardonically. “This girl's the one who paid for it all this time. I thought so highly of myself."

Levi brought a hand to his temples, massaged them slightly then spoke again. "I'm not in the mood to ask anymore. Spill everything now or get your hands off her and walk out of this house."

"When she told you that she wasn't supposed to exist, it's not a bluff to save that woman. She's the one who instigated this world in exchange for her existence." And finally, Erwin's grimness subsided. It was replaced with dread. "I don't even know why she's lying down here as we speak. A moment ago I was fighting my other self for dear life because I want her here and now I can't comprehend what's happening anymore."

"How do you even know it wasn't a bluff?"

"She's the one who instigated this world, made me survive my demise, and ensured that I'd witness everything in Paradis until the end. That's why I was sure to kill her mother, Levi. Because I don't think I'd have her again. Back then, I just knew she was dead the moment I saw her in my subconscious, and the thought of that woman living in a world granted by the girl she almost killed repulsed me." Erwin just looks tired, even worse than what Levi used to see when they were younger. "And now that she chose to come back to this world only to suffer like this: completely unresponsive and broken, I feel nothing but regret that I actually did that woman a favor by not having her dead in my hands."

Levi finally calmed down and silence enveloped the room for a while. He understands, he really does, but still, "I doubt you'd be sputtering grim shit out of your mouth if this girl's actually in her right mind and could hear you." With that, Erwin's dreadful face was replaced with sheer lament as if what Levi said brought him back. The latter could finally see him again then, the Erwin that he and everyone knows well.

"She already knew what I would do if she remained unconscious in this world. That's what took her to come back here even, but still, I don't think I'd ever regret what I did even if she comes to despise me, and I also saw something right after that woman died."

"Are you gonna tell me her mother instigated something as well?"

Erwin nodded, "I saw her brother, the one she had in that world but didn't have here, approximately a week after. He's in the form of a young child who doesn't remember everything about him at all."

Levi's eyes widened again. "How sure are you that it's him? Let alone it's because of that woman's death?"

"Aside from the fact that he completely looks the same, he's got nothing of himself aside from his first name. When I asked the foster home, that boy came to them a day after that woman died. He appeared out of nowhere, with no traces of people associated with him. What explanation is there aside from that?"

Levi doesn't even know what to say anymore, no follow-up questions and utterances of possibilities. The revelation is quite too overwhelming for him as well and he needs to wind out for now. "Nonetheless, you better tell her in complete detail about what you've done to her mother, Erwin. No matter how everyone here wouldn't take what happened against you, she’s the only one who holds the final verdict because she lived." Levi then grabbed his things in the room so he could finally go out. "Just as you told me that night, I'm neither a soldier nor a thug. You must remember that in yourself too because the only time I'd tolerate that deranged face of yours again is when she's finally buried six feet below the ground." He's in the doorway now and before he finally disappeared at the man, he shot him a glare. "If you dare show it to me again, let alone to her or anyone in this house, might as well go back to where you came from. I wouldn't be able to see you as someone safe to be close with my family by then."

Erwin pondered in silence as he looked down at his palms. He understood it very well and that's the same reason why he feels like laughing at himself now. He always had blood in his hands just because of his mouth and the feeling’s way too normal for him already, too normal that he can’t bring himself to care.

Perhaps not only that woman who laid her hands on you got an inherently wicked existence. That's why he knew how to deal with it when he came for her. He's not any different. 

"You need to come back and stop me from doing something irreversible or if I already did, you have to be there and forgive me."

The bitter laugh was let out, then. Shameless. Utterly shameless. Poor you, to be associated with deranged beings even in this life. Even after sacrificing so much.

Moments after, Isabel finally entered and Erwin let her tend to you as she usually does. She cleaned your body first and after a while, woke you up to drink meds. You've been seated since then. After her task, she sat down on the chair beside your bed and faced Erwin.

She noticed how grim the man's expression is as if he was just mirroring your face. His eyes are only glued to you as well and Isabel can't grasp what he's thinking. He's been like this ever since that happened. It's just that his face is way milder now that your eyes finally opened— she can't even say you're back because you're not. Since you got conscious until this very moment, no one was able to hold a decent conversation with you. If you're not asleep, you’d just stare out of nowhere or mumble incoherent stuff. You could nod sometimes but your muscles aren’t that responsive. What happened earlier is not the first one as well and they're all too scared, too horrified that you'd stay this way forever — gone for good, crippled for the rest of your life.

And thus Isabel looked down at the floor, clenched her fists again, eyebrows curled, and lips pursed all because of worry. "Erwin, uhm, it's been days since you last visited and she's…" Talking to Erwin about you makes her terribly anxious as if she's completely indebted to this man for being negligent all this time. "…still as unresponsive." 

"Is that so," Erwin's gaze didn't leave you. You're staring at the wall with a face not moving at all, just as usual. He lifted your arm to see if you could hold it up this time but as soon as he released it, the limb fell down flatly as if it was dead. It's as if you're a breathing doll. Breathing but dead. "Have she eaten already?"

"Yeah. Recently, I'm able to make her smell the food and then urge her to open her mouth slightly. She could do that much now."

"She's improved a lot, then. Didn't she have any reactions to the utensils you used? Like what she did back at the hospital?"

"I used a plastic spoon this time. We realized she's particularly getting hysterical at the sight of metal spoons and bowls. Odd. She's not afraid of the soup itself. Only with the utensils." Erwin just nodded and didn't say more. He just blandly busied himself by randomly picking on your face to see if a reaction would be pulled out — pinching your cheeks, holding your breath by pinching your nose, gliding his fingers on your eyelids and pulling it up a bit — but nothing happened. Isabel clinched on her knees further. "Recently, Levi told me that you're actually the one who gave him a heads-up about this. When you came here for the first time years ago, you said that you saw a wounded girl buying bandages and disinfectants at the convenience store."

"Levi decided to tell you everything now, I see." He recalled the incident. "I rushed to the counter first to pay it on her behalf and even added some stuff but that's all I was able to do. She looked so out of it, though. It's as if she's in auto-pilot mode. She didn't flinch when the cashier crew said her stuff had already been paid and left without a word. Similar to this, but she was able to walk and grab things somehow."

Isabel gulped the lump forming up in her throat, "And apparently, that's when Levi told us that the wounds she's been getting ever since we're children aren't accidents unlike she claimed so. We tried to slowly gauge her to address the matter at hand but we realized she doesn't remember them at all. On our next attempts, she said she saw it happening in her dream instead." Erwin hummed to acknowledge the redhead's remark. Isabel still can't decipher the look on his face and that alone reverberated her anxiety. It didn't take long until she started crying. It was when Erwin finally looked at her. "I'm so sorry. I was afraid because her mother had custody over her and if my mom confronted her about it, she might take her away from us and we'd never see her again. That's why Mom never knew everything until this happened. My brothers listened to that stupid remark and agreed that we should just take care of her behind the curtains. Look where it got her."

He's already aware of what Isabel just said and if he's on his usual self, he would immediately sense her impending cries — enough to comfort her before she could let them out. However, he's utterly spent right now, too exhausted to channel his astuteness. "It's not your fault. You never wanted this to happen."

"It is. We should've just forced her out of there. I can't believe my brothers listened to such a stupid remark." She hit her head with a hand continuously and sobbed. "Why did they listen to me?"

"The wounds Levi claimed she usually gets aren't grave. It could be classified as some sort of corporal punishment and it's more likely that she'd get away from it as most parents would. She doesn't even remember it herself. I'm not saying that the way you didn't inform Kuchel was right and wise but your fear was valid." Erwin replied and after pondering, added. "And Levi's actions were valid too. All of you are the ones who always rush to her whenever she needs help but Levi still tends to find her primary guardians every time. They're the ones most aware of her medical records and had direct contact with her physicians. You guys did what you could."

"But still, we could've done so much more if…"

"I don't think she'd ever blame you for that. Levi's right. Your remorse will just make her feel worse. She'd think you wouldn't be crippled with guilt if she worked on not being a burden. You should know how her mind works by now." Erwin proceeded to massage your limbs, a habit most people in the house developed since you really don't move most of the time. "Besides, everyone will really end up living with that guilt had she died but she's here instead, and so the present is what we must dwell on. You wouldn't be able to tend to her properly if you're burdened with that, don't you think?" It took time for Isabel to respond and when she finally nodded, Erwin smiled. It's a small one, but the first time she saw it again after a while. "You're one of the greatest reasons why she came back here. Thank you for sticking to her until now."

Isabel almost felt herself crying again as if a thorn finally plucked out of her skin. Erwin wasn't angry at her. Not at all. "You don't have to thank me for that."

Even before Erwin could reply, however, they heard you talk. It's a weak one. He scooted nearer and urged you to repeat it.

"Erwin… Nightmares…"

Isabel shot the man a look but he was as taken aback as she was. You never mentioned anyone's name aside from your mother and brother since you woke up. She scooted nearer as well, "You're not having nightmares, and yeah, Erwin's here."

"It's okay, you don't need to…" You murmured again, your face still dead. "...nightmares about them while holding me." As if you're a robot.

Isabel turned to Erwin again. Despite the shock, he still managed to answer. "Your words are enough for now."

Your response almost made Isabel gasp; you smiled, a genuine one at that.

"Can you go outside first? I'll talk to her." Erwin said to Isabel without shooting her a look. She quickly nodded and excused herself.

You didn't say anything after that so Erwin called your name as if to test the water, "You're back now."

Your face went back to flatness again. "I'll stay here. You don't need to convince me anymore. I'd love to…" Then your words become too incoherent to comprehend.

"That's right. You're here. You're talking to me."

"We can do the things we weren't able to do before. I would love to have that life. Inside the walls." You murmured flatly again.

Never in his life had he imagined himself to be so utterly lost on what to do. What would wake you up? What'd snap you back, perhaps a cue that'd make your mind perceive where you really are? 

After a long while of pondering, he started. "Seems like you ran from Levi's place up to here. That tea helps a lot with relaxation—" He trailed and urged himself to recall more. What did he say to you that day? "…welcome to my class. You may sit wherever."

Slowly but surely, your eyes widened. You're suddenly scared and your breath hitched. He let you process that at first.

When you started calling out for Historia, that's when he cupped your face and turned you to him. "There, there. Finally realized what world you're in now?" You looked completely horrified as soon as your eyes landed on him though. You're on that day again — the first time you met him, the moment you saw the man in your nightmares up front.

He quickly recalled another fragment of conversation to calm you down somehow. He can't afford to make you faint. "…if I get to remember the fact that I charged soldiers to death even by dreams then I have to atone for it." Slowly and fortunately, your reaction changed again. You curled your eyebrows as if questioning what he just said. It was the same one you gave him when he calmed you down at the lantern. 

It's working. "I don’t think we��ll see each other die in this world somehow." He almost choked midway, maybe due to the bitter feeling that remark exuded. Still, he continued. "—perhaps we could take that instead?" Your expression still had a hint of doubt but more relief washed your face now. Just the same one he saw when he picked you up on the road that midnight.

Another one, then, perhaps the last one if fortunate enough. "Setting an equal ground with me will not happen in that room and I'm close to finishing that nightmare. I'm preparing you for it."

"Are you gonna leave me after that?" You suddenly huffed in disbelief. "You said you won't!"

There.

"Try to look around then. Did I leave you?"

Finally, for the first time since you woke up, you looked around your surroundings. He removed his palms on your cheeks and regained his seat to give you air.

Still not done. The grounding is the next one. He asked you to label stuff: five things to see, four things to feel, three things to hear, and more. He made you raise a hand up, and more things to check on your movements.

It took quite a while to finish but when you did everything he asked for, Erwin finally smiled — the first genuine smile he had for a long time. Slowly but surely, he was able to come to terms with his ponders again. Whether or not his existence is inherently wicked, you came back here to forgive him. Like the dearest girl that you are, holding him with so much importance, saving him with your unwavering affection every single time.

He sat on the bed, tipped your chin, and called your name. "You did so, so well. You've been such a strong girl for us. You don't need to worry anymore. Everything's okay now."

It took you a while to reply. When you finally realized everything, you shakily asked. "Really? It is?"

"It is." He went for a kiss, then. A completely gentle one that lasted for a moment, something that both of you thought was gone for good. "Thank you for coming to me again."

The one who started his life selfishly was the one to let go, while the other who embodied selflessness in his entirety clung desperately.

what you wish for the commander, above anything else, is that he'd be happy worlds beyond. if he finds someone in the world where you managed to save him then what is to be sad for? indeed, he knows it well just as he knows you. he did as you want. but then again, what is grief if not love persevering? no matter how able are them to take the world off his shoulders or turn the stormy cloud into a rainbow, there'll still be a glimpse of you lurking around his windows—or perhaps on his own reflection, on the sword, even on his emerald bolo tie—for your existence is a shredding light, always illuminating the dreariest of days.

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[lifesupreme-if]

omg now I want that trope with my beloved queen stéphanie (obvs u don’t have to tho, lol)

She throws open the wooden cabinets and brings a metal bowl clattering to the counter, abandoning it even before it stops rolling to the edge. You leap to catch it, your steps heavy and clunky as you move to set it carefully onto the flat of it.

"You have other places to be," she says as she continues on her warpath, slamming the oven door open and closed as she punches in the numbers 3-5-0 to begin a preheat. "So be there. Go. Now."

"I was hoping," you round the corner after her, sliding a lone kitchen knife securely back into its holder. You would hate to see her come to harm upon it. "To stick around for a while, with-"

Your side catches on the sharp corner of the isle, a sudden and unwelcome intrusion, and you groan out. "Ouch. Ow. Ow. I was hoping to stay for a bit. Fucking ouch, Stéphanie."

At the first cry of discomfort, she spins quickly on her heel, leaving the half-open bag of flour she had begun to pull from its space to fall onto its side as she runs to yours. "Are you alright? Where did you get hurt?"

If she's still mad at you, it doesn't show. All traces of severity have vanished from her face, her expression curious and overbearing with concern. She checks you over as if you're something precious, a curator in a museum proving authenticity. You lean yourself onto the very same isle that wrought your pain, leaning to ease the hurt.

"I hit my side. I'll be fine in two seconds, but I was chasing you. What the heck, Stéph? Why are you acting like that?"

"It might bruise, then. Hold on," she tuts, pacing toward the freezer to pull out an ice pack. The storm cloud over her head seems to have dissipated, replaced only by a soft bandaid of worry. She returns with ice pack in hand, a small thing wrapped in a paper bag, and offers it to you. "I can do it. Which side did you hit?"

"This one. You didn't answer my question."

She stays quiet as she presses the cold compress against you, gently, so as not to agitate the pain that's already dulled to a throb. For a moment, you think that she might be ignoring you, finished talking entirely. And then you hear her.

Quiet as a mouse, riddled with shame. A whisper.

"I'm sorry. You don't have to keep coming here."

"What?"

"Everyone else you talk to, they are so much more interesting. And as much time as you spend with that Riley girl, you must have feelings for her. I'm just Stéphanie."

Your mouth gapes dimly, at a loss for words. "That's what this is about?"

"Yes. And Dorothea—" she scrunches her nose in distaste. "Well, I've seen her. They're beautiful. You waste your time visiting me."

For a moment, it's all so ridiculous that you think she must be kidding. And then you see the slumped shoulders, the frown. The eyes that avoid you, but fill with embarrassment nonetheless.

And you laugh. It's a cruel thing, really, but you can't help it, covering your mouth to stifle an impolite snort from escaping. "Oh, Stéph. No, never. They're not you."

You take the ice pack from her hands and discard it on the side of the counter, moving a bundle of soft coils from her face and tucking them behind her ear. "They could never be you. I love you."

Her eyes grow wide for a moment, and then wary. Still, she stares as she takes a step back from you.

"Say that again."

"What. I love you?"

She nods, and so you do.

"I love you. I love you. I love you-"

She springs forward, catching the back of your neck in her arms and pulling you to her level, crashing her lips against yours in a clumsy, feverish display. Her teeth knock against yours and she kisses you again, and then again, ready to consume you in her desire. The sneaking suspicion that she'll keep you there forever if you let her rests dully at the back of your mind, but you pull your face back from hers and look her over, studying her as you grin.

"You're eager."

"I've waited too long for you to say it. Kiss me this time."

She demanded it. And so, you do.

[kaijime]

daichi, tendou, and yams having a gf who has nipple piercings and they're v e r y sensitive so they make her cum only by nipple stimulation 👉🏻👈🏻 you can make it mean/nasty if you want to as well

daichi + tendou + yamaguchi | gf with nipple piercings

cw. fem reader, pierced nipples obv, lots of nipple play/nipple stimulation, humiliation

a/n. i got this request and i dropped everything like “hol up i gotta see this shit”, also i don’t know if you meant hc or drabble but i made hc, hope you don’t mind

daichi sawamura

he would be quick to notice if you had your nipples pierced, but he wouldn’t say anything

he’d just give you time to ‘come clean’ yourself, mostly to humiliate you

anyways, he would take full advantage of your sensitivity

one of his favorite ways to rile you up is to trace circles on them through your shirt

he knows exactly just how much it affects you, and he often teases you about it

“settle down” he ordered, but with the way his fingers were teasing and turning the little nub, you didn’t know if you could follow his instructions. your hips still bucked in the air and your hands still fisted the sheets, so you knew you’d be getting punished later, even if he didn’t point it out right now.

“daichi!” you exclaimed, but he didn’t take his fingers away, still toying with the pebbled nipple. you don’t know at what point cuddling turned into this, but it’s too good to complain. he flicks his fingers on the skin, and he can tell you’re close with how much you’re moaning every time his digits twist.

“shh... good girl, you gonna cum already? i’m just playing with these, is it that good?” he asks. he knows full well the answer to his questions, he just wants to further humiliate you.

“s-stop daichi-! ‘m gonna cum if you keep doing that!” you moaned.

“that’s the point, now cum” shame filled your body from head to toe, it made you cover your face with your hands, only to feel your warm cheeks. as soon as he saw you covering yourself up and holding those sounds he tore your hands away from your mouth. “don’t you dare hold back, you’ll be punished for that later”

“‘m sorry.. fuck! gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum” you repeated as you finally released the knot in your stomach, gushing in your panties. you would always turn into such a mess when he teased you, just what he liked to see.

tendou satori

another one to notice almost immediately your nipples were pierced, and he teases you about it so much

would definitely make you cum just from nipple stimulation before he puts it in

will also overstimulate you with them

he likes to see your confused expression when you come down from your high and he’s still playing with your nipples

also i feel like he’d tell you to play with them yourself, just to see how you squirm and whine at yourself

he takes one in his mouth, while he rolls the other one between his thumb and index finger. he almost smirks because he can feel the metal in his tongue, warm and hard to the touch. but it’s too much for you to handle, and it makes your back arch off the bed unexpectedly. well— unexpected to you, he already knows how your body reacts to every little thing he does.

he knows exactly where to put his hands and how to make you scream his name under his touch. but right now was a more... intimate moment for him. despite having you in his mouth his eyes were fixated on your lewd expressions. the way your mouth was wide open, and your eyes couldn’t be more rolled back, he just couldn’t resist you anymore.

“mm, you’re letting me play with you like the little toy you are, right?” he asked, mostly to himself “of course you are, my good toy, my good little fucktoy” he whispered in your ear.

“can’t take it anymore t-tori-! ‘m gonna cum, please l-let me cum!”

“do it, i won’t mind” he said. usually he would make you hold in your release, but he seemed in an exceptionally good mood today. you weren’t willing to wait and see if he changed his mind, so almost immediately after he granted you permission you came. it wasn’t as intense as other orgasms, but you should know by now a night with him doesn’t leave you unsatisfied.

yamaguchi tadashi

when he first found out you had nipple piercings he was kind of scared of touching them

not because he was grossed out or anything, but because he was afraid it would hurt you

there were so many times he’d wanted to touch them, specially when he was buried inside your tight cunt, but he would hold back out of fear

you would have to talk to him and reassure him that as long as he was careful, he wouldn’t hurt you at all

after that, he plays with them all the time, specially out of boredom

his palm holds your tits, almost as if he wanted to keep them pressed on your chest, while his fingers toyed with the metal. the jewelry never failed to amaze him, and how it made you so sensitive to the mere brush of his digit on your nipple.

“t-tadashi... tadashi please” he elicits a moan from your lips when he takes the little nub in his mouth, sucking gently at the piercing and the skin. he takes it between his teeth and looks up at you. he doesn’t bite on it, but it’s almost sad if he’s threatening you to do it, and you couldn’t be any wetter in your panties.

it’s embarrassing to see him pull the flesh, but at the same time it turns you on so much. it to mention his other hand is still working circles and hard, mindless shapes against your nipples.

he finally decides to prompt your sweet release by rolling them between his fingers, watching you come undone in his lap, wildly bucking and grinding your hips down to no avail.

he was nowhere near done with you.

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[happytroopers]

I LOVE your writing and these little ask games , so, for my beloved Techie Pie (If you're still taking requests for this one):

Fears/phobias

Bad or petty habits

Grudges and vendettas

What gets them flustered

Ingrained habits/forces of habit

Side not I love his lil HUD

Fears/ Phobias

-Just in general, things he doesn't understand makes him uneasy. Especially when he can't even try to learn about them.

-He'll never admit it but The Force™️ kinda creeps him out- he knows everything available to him about midichlorians but like, the way midichlorians can interact with external forces, telekinesis, precognition, subtle mind control, and maker knows what else?? no thanks

-read the mission briefings about the night sisters and immediately put Dathomir on his DNI list.

-Asajj is his worst nightmare

-That being said he's very good at working through these fears because the more he works through them, the more he learns, and therefore the fear lessens.

-this also comes from the pressure of being the 'brains' of his squad, they rely on him to know everything, so he's always worried that one day he won't know something and it might result in his brothers being injured for worse

Bad or Petty habits:

-When he doesn't have his gloves on I feel like he's a nail biter (me? self projecting? never.)

-bad habit of taking things apart just to see how they work, then once he knows, losing interest and not putting them back together

-I have this running head canon that the Havoc Marauder had a medical droid. past tense. Tech took it apart one night when he couldn't sleep and has never gotten around to putting it back together.

-Along with the taking things apart, he'll keep spare parts around. And not in the 'I can logically use this again' but in the compulsive 'I can't throw away this part that only fits on this one kind of thing bc what if by chance I need it again someday' so he ends up a borderline hoarder of scrap metal, circuits, and tools.

-he's always the one to finish the Caf but not start another pot

-post war when they're not always eating rations, he's the WORST about eating other peoples leftovers and he's doesn't feel bad about it

-When someone manages to prove him wrong, he's like a lil petty towards that person until he feels as if he's intellectually one upped them again

Grudges/ Vendettas:

- more of a petty grudge but he keeps a running tab of all the stuff Wrecker has broken. Brings it up every time he needs Wrecker to doo something he doesn't want to.

-Obvs the despite "understanding" Crosshair, still holds a grudge that the sniper couldn't push through his program to stay with them- ESP after they escaped the downfall of Kamino

-other than that, I feel like Tech is kind of a go with the flow kinda guy. No use in holding too many grudges, wasted mental energy and this guy is many thoughts head full 24/7

What gets them flustered:

-if the object of his affection has any sort of physical contact? red in the face almost instantly

-If the object of his affection deliberately and obviously complimented him (like we're talking OBVI OBVI bc despite his big brain nature, he can be a bit obtuse with emotions), I just think he'd immediately go all mushy

-BUT OH BOY IF THE BJECT OF HIS AFFECTION ENGAGED WITH HIS INTELLECTUAL CONVERSATIONS, AND LIKE KEPT UP AND SHOWED GENUINE INTEREST... ohhh boy I don't even think he'd know what to do with himself. He'd say something smart thinking no one would answer him, but then you would answer him with even a little enthusiasm. And like his brain just goes ➿➿➿ and system reboots before he can managed a stuttered rebuttal.

-honestly I really think Tech would be on the shyer side with any romantic interest. Well, shy is the wrong word- less shy, more purposefully pretending not to have feelings- but secretly gets very flustered at most things you/the object of his affection does

Forces of Habit/Ingrained Habits:

-even if it's not his responsibility, any time they go to a new planet or environment he does all the research

-Even when Echo or anyone else has done preflight checks or system repairs, he'll always go behind them and double check them

-as we know, worst habit of thinking things he knows are common knowledge

-has a lot of just military habits he can't quite shake

[helloprettybb]

seven rings

i actually have a semi-cute draco fic in my brain, but it’s going to take a while for it to be written so here’s some more smut. i don’t want a boyfriend because they’re overrated, but i would sacrifice my soul for a modern draco. also, idk if i need to state this, but my draco’s going to be “nicer” and not act very much like canon draco. i have a lot of thoughts about how draco and other characters are treated in the book and i would feel bad for not staying canon but also jk sucks so i have no remorse for completely changing everything. (cursed child doesn’t exist). but ahhhh i’m such a slut for draco atm.

description: you’re a sucker for draco and his expensive jewelry. 

warnings: cursing, smut obv, choking, size kinkish, fingering, lotttts of kinks, pretty fucking filthy actually, cum play ig, it’s just a lot

word count: 1.8k

You watch as Draco types away on his laptop. He’s working on something for who knows what class. You know you should feel bad about not listening to him, especially since he just told you a couple minutes ago, but you don’t because ever since he’s entered your apartment, your attention has been on his hands. More specifically, the seven dark rings that decorate his slender fingers. 

You watch as the rings clink lightly together as he types. Mesmerized by his fingers briskly gliding across the keyboard, you sit and watch as he works. He stops and fiddles with the silver Versace ring on his left middle finger. You can’t help but imagine where else those fingers could go. Images of Draco wrapping his hand around your throat and leaving indentions on your skin cloud your mind. Shortly after, you start to imagine him grabbing your hips and sinking his fingers in your- 

“Huh?” you ask. Draco said something, but your mind was so fuzzy with lust that you didn’t hear the words.

“I asked what you wanted to eat for dinner,” Draco replies calmly, now looking at you. 

“Oh, whatever you want.” you reply meekly. He furrows his brows like he’s observing you. 

“Are you okay, love?” his voice dropping a little, making your heart pound in your chest. He has to know the effect he has on you.

“Yeah, just feeling a bit peaky.” you lie. Draco moves his chair closer to you. He’s so close that you can make out every detail of his perfect face. He puts his hand under your chin in a loving way but his darkening eyes tell a different story.

“Is my princess lying to me?” he asks as if he knows the answer but wants to hear it from you.

“No,” you lie again. He raises an unimpressed brow and you change your answer, “Yes.” He smiles when you tell the truth.

“Will you please tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asks sweetly. You want to lower your head and avert your eyes but his hand keeps your head tilted up.

“Jus’ thinking about your fingers.” you say quietly.

“My fingers? Where do you want them, princess?” he prompts, moving to the end of the chair and leaning closer to you.

“Around my throat,” you breathe out adding, “Please” to be polite.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Draco says before slowly sliding his hand from below your chin to around your neck. He rests them there, not squeezing yet. With his other hand, he moves to the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss. It’s hot and passionate, all your sexual frustration released. Draco can feel your neediness and decides to help you out by giving your neck a gentle squeeze. You immediately gasp at the feeling. 

Moving into his lap to get closer, you slowly grind down on his hips as he whispers swears between heated kisses. Draco tightens his grip around your throat and right when you feel the airy feeling in your brain, he lets go. He’s known about your love for his hand around your throat for a while. Draco knows just how long to squeeze to give you that perfect euphoria. 

You whine when he removes his hand from your neck. “I know, princess. Let’s move this to the bed, eh?” You nod and Draco moves his hands to below your ass. You wrap your legs around him as he lifts you up and carries you to the bed. He sets you down gently and moves to straddle your hips, trapping you beneath him. You love how small you feel compared to him and you think he loves it, too. He kisses up and down your neck, biting and sucking at your most sensitive spots. One of your hands plays with his hair while the other grabs his shoulder. 

Craving some friction, you start to move your hips against his. Draco separates from the crook of your neck. His silver chain dangling above you, he murmurs, “Patience, love.”

“Please, Draco,” you beg, “I need you.” He smiles at your pleas and moves enough to let you take your shirt off and unhook your bra. The moment he catches sight of your tits, he starts kissing your chest until his mouth connects to your right nipple. He uses his left hand to massage your left breast and you moan loudly. It feels amazing, but you feel like you’ll explode if he doesn’t fuck you anytime soon, so you tug at the hem of his shirt. 

He gets the message and disconnects so he can take his shirt off. You don’t hide your staring as he continues to undress. Draco smirks as you watch him unbuckle his belt and remove his trousers. You take off your skirt at the same time, leaving you only in your panties. You almost start drooling when you watch Draco remove his underwear. His dick hits his stomach and you want to have a taste. 

He sees your desperation and says, “Next time, princess. Wanna cum in that pretty little pussy.” Even though he’s about as eager as you, he’s still going to use his fingers first.

He starts to slide one of his rings off and you blurt, “No,” he turns and looks at you. Biting your lip, embarrassed by your quick outburst, you look away. Draco moves so that he’s hovering above you.

“Do you want me to keep the rings on?” he asks. You nod and he shakes his head. “Use your words, baby.”

“Please, Draco. Can you finger me with your rings on?” you ask. His eyes blown with lust, Draco kisses you fiercely and you respond happily. You feel his hands move to play with your underwear. You lift your hips up, giving him silent permission to take your panties off. He slides them down and you pull your legs up so he can take them off completely. Discarding them somewhere in the room, he lightly trails his fingers up and down your thighs. You shiver at the sensitivity, the anticipation building inside of you. 

He moves his hands farther up until he’s right by your pussy. Gathering the wetness between your legs, he slowly pushes a finger in. You gasp at the cool feeling of the metal ring against his warm finger. He picks up the pace slightly, adding a finger once you’ve gotten used to the feeling. Draco’s fingered you multiple times, but this is the first time he’s kept his rings on. He knows it won’t be the last as he feels you start to clench around his two fingers.

“Is my princess ‘bout to cum?” he asks. His mouth has been leaving love marks all over your body. He sucks on your left nipple and you cum. You hear him mutter a couple praises as he rides you through your orgasm. 

After you come down from your high, he pulls his fingers out slowly. He puts his fingers in front of your face and you eagerly take them in your mouth. You suck his fingers and Draco feels like he could cum on your stomach from how hot you look. 

Once you finish cleaning his fingers, you release them from your mouth and you beg, “Fuck me, Draco. I need your cock in me.” Your lust-filled mind reduced you to a babbling mess. Draco strokes himself a couple of times before sliding into your pussy. You sigh as he sinks into you and he groans at the tight feeling around his dick. 

He starts at a deep, hard pace and you move your legs to wrap around his waist. Grabbing onto him, you feel him speed up. Your nails scratch up and down his back. His groans get louder as you mark him. One of Draco’s hands wraps around your throat as he pounds into you. Your moans are pornographic and you think back to your first year when you lived in the dorms and everybody could hear you and Draco. You’re sure everyone in the apartment complex can hear you, too but they’re the least of your concerns as Draco rails you into the mattress.

“Fuck, does my princess like it rough?” he asks above you. You’re probably a fucked-out mess, but you know he likes it, especially since he’s the one who ruined you. When you first started dating, he thought you’d be soft and innocent, but the minute he wrapped his hand around your neck, he knew he was wrong.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes...” you trail off, lost in pleasure as he hits the spot. The one that makes you keen against him and squeeze your eyes shut. He sees your reaction and starts abusing the spot, making you writhe underneath him. He slows down to a slow grind, driving you crazy at how deep he is in your pussy.

“Y-you’re so big,” you stutter out. He rewards your compliment with a firm squeeze around your throat. You sigh breathily when he releases. Draco removes his hand, replacing it with his lips as he sucks and nips. So overcome with pleasure, you start to squirm but are kept in place by Draco’s strong hands on your hips. You start clenching around Draco, signaling to him that you’re close.

“Cum for me, princess. Squeeze my cock,” he commands. At his order, you cum around him with a shout of his name. You feel like you’re floating in a cloud of bliss. Draco’s name is the only word on your mind as you babble incoherently. 

“Shit, your pussy’s so tight around me.” he groans. His hips stuttering before releasing inside you. He thrusts slowly as you milk his cock. Pulling out slowly, Draco leans down and watches your mixed cum drip out of your pussy and down your thighs. “So fucking hot.” Draco says and you give him a loopy smile. He gathers some cum that’s leaking out and slowly slides it back into your pussy.

“Too sensitive,” you mumble above him.

“I’m sorry, princess. Just don’t want it to go to waste.” he replies. Moving back up to you, Draco connects your lips in a sweet kiss, unlike the wild, passionate one that started this. His left arm moves underneath your legs and he picks you up bridal shower to the bathroom. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

[paalove]

A Not me/Gone serie au !?

Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same to all unique

ok idk if this was a prompt or just a reaction to me posting about it but i CHOSE to take it as a prompt haha

if you know the gone series, i've upped the age for the poof from 15 to 18 (so gumpa could still be Big Brother obvs) and if you don't, this... may not be comprehensible... or maybe it will! idk! have fun xx

They’re months into the apocalypse and the half of the garage that isn’t full of babies is still filled with noise.

Eugene, after a struggle, successfully throws Yok over her shoulder and slams him onto his back, and as she’s crowing about it, giggling and jeering, he groans. He groans for significantly longer than he needs to.

Teenagers.

Okay, Gumpa’s one too, but in the FAYZ seventeen-going-on-eighteen feels a hell of a lot older than these fourteen- and fifteen-year-old infants. Not just because he might be on his way to a mysterious disappearance the way all their parents and teachers went, but because he’s responsible for, again, these infants.

The literal ones too, but they’re upstairs.

“Good, Eugene,” he says, going over to offer Yok a hand up. “Try being a better sport about it, though?”

Yok giggles, “We’re good. She knows I’d beat her if you let me use my speed, hia.”

“And if I could use my fire-“

He has to intervene before they get into round seven hundred of ‘whose superpower is the coolest’ – it never goes anywhere but the kids get so heated about it. It’s not relevant whose is coolest, or most theoretically useful, regardless.

So he makes sure to stay between them as he says, “You know you can’t join powered sparring until you stop accidentally injuring yourselves every time you use your powers.”

As they’re both gearing up to protest that, an interruption bursts through the door.

The heavy door, the one that they’ve deliberately weighed down and barricaded off, and it opens silently – even if he couldn’t see the school uniform or the glasses, he’d know who was arriving.

White uses his powers to carefully lower the door back down, so silently that his quiet crying can be heard over the sound of it.

In an undertone, Gumpa tells Yok, “Black’s scouting the old apartment building,” but Yok just looks bewildered at him.

“Hia,” cries White as he reaches them, “Todd- He gave-“

After which point he’s unintelligible.

Grabbing him into a loose hug Gumpa hisses at Yok, “Get Black.”

Comprehension dawns on Yok’s face and there’s a blur before Gumpa’s eyes as he uses his speed to depart. Only one shelf by the smaller door they actually use ends up teetering precariously, and he’s distracted from rubbing White’s back by watching as it slowly topples, dumping sheet metal.

Yok needs to get better at that.

Loud crying goes up from upstairs, and Gumpa winces – it’s Sean’s shift up there and he’s great at entertaining the kids, but stopping them from crying isn’t exactly in his skillset.

He directs his attention to the crying teenager.

“What did Todd do?”

There could be any number of answers to that question, he knows. Todd’s the one they call ‘The King’ at the boarding school he and White had been attending when the dome formed; for all he’s not among the oldest, his social cachet has let him seize control of the school, and so of about half the population of the dome that seals them off.

His social cachet, his penchant for cruelty, and his and White’s powers have done that.

They’re in the process of convincing White to leave and to not let his well-controlled and powerful telekinesis be used to prop up Todd’s rule, but White trusts Todd, listens to what he says… and it’s not like Todd’s tentacle isn’t a formidable mutation in it’s own right.

Eventually, White’s crying recedes for long enough to say, “He let me see the photos.”

With that, he pulls himself out of Gumpa’s arms and looks even less comforted than when the hug had started – that makes sense. Exchanging a glance with Eugene, he sees in her face that she knows which photos White means, and who that news is most significant to.

“Of when Chompoo… poofed?” he checks.

Knowledge is trickling down the back of his neck like sweat – White wouldn’t be this upset if they showed anything good. Gumpa’s eighteenth birthday is in three weeks.

He allows himself one moment to feel the terror and returns his gaze fully to White.

White, who tearfully shakes his head and says, “When she was taken.”

But he won’t clarify.

“Eugene,” Gumpa starts, wincing at the knowledge he’ll have to make it up to her, “Can you relieve Sean from the nursery? His shift should be ending.”

That’s a lie, and the outrage on Eugene’s face says she knows it as well as he does. She’s a nice girl, if inclined to throwing her mutation-fireballs towards people who annoy her, so she takes a look at White and clearly understands the necessity.

Black won’t be here for a while; he’d never agree to let Yok carry him, not since what happened with the bird.

He pleads with Eugene silently, using his eyes, as White tries to get the shaking under control, and she rolls her own eyes and heads up the ladder.

Taking all the babies up there in the first place was very time consuming, but with all the hostilities between the school kids and the townies, and the powered and those without, there needs to be somewhere under the dome that’s safe and insulated from the fighting. Outsiders don’t know the layout of the garage; that should keep them safe.

When Sean descends, in a shirt stained with orange baby-food, he hops off the ladder and runs to grab White in his arms.

“What happened, White,” he’s all-but-cooing, stroking his hair, and for all Sean’s not doing anything different from Gumpa the effect couldn’t be more different, as White visibly calms down and stops shaking.

It’s not so long before White’s able to say into Sean’s collar, “There was a monster in the pictures. It was going to eat her – I’m pretty sure it did. And that means the adults, all of them-“

The only reason Gumpa doesn’t fall over is that a freshly-returned Yok catches his shoulder.

Wide eyes tell him Yok heard too.

[dragonshoard]

Shdhf here’s most of the other drawins! M gonna be workin on sm digital ones tmrw probably but these are the traditional ones i did in my free times :>

(Btw these were all done yesterday morning/afternoon, so more visible/harsh scarring than i’d now draw with the new info u gave me)

Honestly, since u havent posted a ref/in depth description i jus went with whatever i thought might be likely(shoeless because grew out of them+couldnt get any in the pits, tho im guessing she likely has shoes in the au shfg- also scarring on the chin cause i thought ‘damn what if she smacked her face into the floor while trying to get away’) tho obv i’d draw it differently with any new info. The ‘Jinx’ carving into the collar was also jus me being like ‘damn dont they smtms do that to dogs in fighting rings?? Thatd be fucked up lol’ so like,, feel free to ignore it shdhf

Anyway! Away from the doodles! I am jus,, fuckin burstin with questions mate- ur au’s so cool!! U dont have to answer any of em tho dw sjdjf

So does vi show up well post!pits or do her n cait investigate the pits n see jinx? Im assuming its post based on ur comment of them takin a while to show up since things happen differently, but i felt like askin anyway :p

Does fighter!jinx still tinker/build stuff?? Ik u said she would never touch bombs n such(which, understandable. That sounds like jus askin to be triggered tbh)- but if/when she meets up with ekko does she maybe help with buildin them stuff? Makin/repairin hoverboards, makin guns- or maybe knives n such? Idk what skills u’re givin her dhdgdb

Oh, and with ur first post on this au, im assuming jinx escapes at 15? Can i ask how old she was when silco first gets her? Does she spend a lot of time after escaping just hiding out and ekko happens upon her by accident? Does she gain any injuries while escaping? Does she stay with the firelights when she meets them or does she only visit so as to not draw silco towards them too much? Does silco have specific people hunting jinx down(say, her handlers from the pits, or sevika?) or is it jus like,, everyone in his empire is on high alert for her n everyones to go after her if they see her?

And speaking of sevika- whats her opinion of all this? I mean, obv im guessing shes in favor of whatever silco wants, but do u think she ever felt guilt/regret over tossing vander n his kids to the wolves(literally, in powders case) or does she jus,, not care??

And a final thought(im so sorry i jus realized how many questions this is dhdhdhv)- with jinx’s seeming penchant/willingness to bite anyone n everyone(jus based off the mention of biting the animal-turned-shimmer!monster she fought + her desire to bite silcos hand) does she ever get muzzled?? Or nah??

kjnkdjfnkj i love the pics!! Nah any creative liberties you took are cool to see! I’m still having a hard time drawing Jinx so I was practicing before I could actually post any art refs. 

“Jinx” would be inscribed in the collar if Silco was a pure asshole, but as cruel as he seems in this AU, he doesn’t actually see her as a dog or a pet despite what everyone thinks. He wants her by his side eventually and sees everything that he’s done (towards the last year or two) as a means of “freeing” her. Oh and she does have shoes. They’re falling apart, but they exist xD Not the best idea to fight barefoot on metal. 

And I can totally see the logic behind the scarring. It doesn’t help that she is malnourished, especially in those first few years, so her healing wasn’t very efficient. But, surprisingly, her face is not as marked up as you think it would be after 5-6 years. It’s the rest of her body that’s got an impressive collection. 

(He visits her pretty often towards the end, talking to her and braiding her hair, and it sucks because Jinx naturally wants to not be alone, but also hates the bastard with everything in her. She’d have Stockholm syndrome in this au if it wasn’t for the voices)

Vi is gonna have a straight up heart attack the minute she’s close enough to see the scarring. It’s pretty extensive on her upper body, despite how most of it is pretty faint (barring a few bigger scars) and it’s enough to tell Vi that Jinx has had a rough couple of years. 

I’ll be honest, when I first posted about this AU I thought Powder was 10 in Act 1 and 16 in Act 2-3. Apparently she was 11-12 and 17-18, respectively, so that ruins things a bit xD 

So for sake of keeping it mostly canon, she is roughly 11 when she’s captured by Silco and 17 when she gets free. It won’t be Vi and/or Cait who comes to save her though (I’m actually writing her escape right now so I think I’ll keep quiet on the ‘how’. It’s gonna be appropriately tragic xD). But she does get about a year of freedom before Vi and Cait go into to the undercity. And they show up because she’s messing with Silco’s stuff and leaving a very noticeable trail of destruction behind her. The firelights may or may not be getting caught in the crossfires of her crusade. Ekko is desperately trying to find her (take her in), but for a long while she is absolutely convinced that he’s working with Silco so avoids him like the plague (but doesn’t seriously hurt him or his out of respect for who he used to be to her). 

Speaking of Silco, he absolutely is having multiple people hunting her down. Everyone in his circle has a “report if found, do not engage” order while a select few lead capture attempts. He’s very aware that, as her target, she will eventually come at him so he fortifies himself the best he can. He’s ALSO very aware that she is much stronger than most of his lackies, so knows not to attempt a “capture on sight” order.

As for Sevika... I’ll be honest, I don’t think she gives a damn what happens to the girls. She was perfectly fine with a bunch of kids dying for the undercity, so I don’t see why she would care about Powder being put into the Pits.  Personally, I think Sevika is in favor of getting rid of her and makes her opinion to Silco very known. Jinx was a danger to them if she ever escaped and Sevika was well aware. She also knew that Silco was soft enough for the kid that he would give her leniencies that might lead to said escape (she’s not wrong). 

On another note, Jinx does eventually learn to love building things again. She’ll start building at first out of necessity (her guns aren’t gonna come from thin air, ya know), then because she remembers her passion for it. She is going to be very scared for a while, but eventually learns to get that part of her back. No explosives, but there are plenty of other things to make. In the future, she does spend a lot of time with Heimerdinger once he comes to the undercity/Zaun and he sort of takes both her and Ekko under his wing. He understands she’s been hurt for a very long time and there used to be a part of her that loved to invent, so he does his best to support her interest and catch her up on what she’s missed over the years. 

Personally, I think he’ll encourage her to go back to the basics and start her off on small things like those butterflies/animals before moving onto bigger things, but Jinx would probably try to jump right into the deep end (she would be building guns at this point, it couldn’t be that difficult - said Jinx). Not sure if that works out for her yet. This post is a bit long, so I’ll talk about her skill a bit later (but it does change over time). 

Ekko... I’m on the fence with him. There’s going to be so much guilt and anger there for a long time. Once she realizes he’s not with Silco, Jinx just wants him to forget about everything that’s happened and go back to the way they used to be (desperate to re-claim the very few good things she has left in this world), but that just can’t happen. 

I’m a timebomb shipper. I want them to be together if Jinx is shipped with anyone in this AU, but I don’t know if I’ll actually put her with anyone. She’s got a lot to work on personally (not even looking at her mental health issues) and I’m not sure if pairing her with Ekko is what’s best for the both of them. 

-- oh no you’re giving me ideas with the muzzle ahh. But really, I could see it happening the first year or two before she’s permanently fitted with a shock collar. By that point, I think she’s learned when to bite and when to punch or kick. 

[darkorderaf]

your writing has inspired me to want to start writing again! but work is a pain right now SO I shall roll up with another Evil Uno request. maybe a lil spooky take on the ‘someone almost dying and it finally clicks for them?’ supernatural shenanigans almost going wrong? always down for smut but ur instincts are impeccable so whether you feel like going there is obvs up to you!

OOOOH WHAT AN IDEA. I’m obsessed. I sort of took this one and ran with it, it might be a little weird and experimental lol, so I hope you like it. When I tell you that this one had me busting open my symphonic metal playlists...I’m also so honored and humbled that my writing has inspired you, sincerely. Me, along with everyone else, would LOVE to read your writing. And that goes for everyone who’s thinking about writing. Do the thing! <3

Pairing: Evil Uno x OFC. Prompts: Your lover almost dies and that’s when it clicks for you. Rating: M. Warnings/Content: Angst and smut. A little blood and spooky stuff. Word Count: 2,683.

(I don’t own gif; credit to allelitewrestlings!)

The first hour they met, it was within a shroud of smoke upon a floor speckled with crimson. The thick smell of brimstone burned the sensitive skin of the human’s nostrils. Eight figures watched as the form in the center of their summoning circle slowly unfurled. Her eyes flicked between the bodies. Her body felt tired, as though she had been strung along an endless journey. Her naked thighs trembled as she made to stand.

“Holy shit, it worked.”

Her eyes darted to the side and the man she looked at froze. He was short, stocky. Apparently named Silver from what she could make out from the man beside him. The pair eyed her warily. Her head throbbed and she held her hand up against the harsh light of the moon overhead. The air here felt so heavy. Footsteps shuffled behind her and she turned again. The sudden movement was too much for her weak legs and she nearly collapsed.

Strong arms caught her before she could. She tried to make sense of the masked face that hovered over hers. It looked garish, skeletal, but the eyes...His eyes were dark and warm. Full of that human concern she was familiar with. He pulled a sheet around her and took a few steps away. She gathered herself in the blanket and took a deep breath.

“Why am I here?”

The man crouched down in front of her.

“We need your help,” he said. His voice was soft and low. Gentle. Funny considering what was required to summon someone like her. “We’re...attempting something but it’s in a language we don’t understand. It’s not a human one.”

She snorted in amusement.

“So you summoned something inhuman to help you,” she said as she eyed the eight again. “And they say humans lack ingenuity.”

She made to stand and when she stumbled, he was there to help her again. Her attempt to growl at him was weak and she settled for a glare.

“What do you want from me?”

“Your wisdom, that’s why we called you here,” he answered. She didn’t doubt him. This was not a man that would lie. “Teach us what to do, that’s all we ask.”

She grinned, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. Her head lolled back against his arm as she looked up at him.

“Oh, is that what you think I am? A creature of wisdom?”

Her hand loosely curled around the collar of his vest and pulled him close. Just before she nodded off, she hissed.

“Bless your soul.”

---

She was reluctant to teach them, let alone speak, those first few days. They had forcefully summoned her there, she didn’t owe them anything and said as much. She wandered the halls of their Keep. It felt familiar to her but she couldn’t place it. Each night, the strange masked man sat with her and asked her questions. Even if she didn’t answer, he was patient with her. She never wanted for anything. Food with sunup and sundown, clean water to bathe in. Evil Uno, as she came to learn he was called, was well-versed in the history of the world she came from and all its layers. It was oddly endearing.

He asked her her opinion on things. Asked her questions she hadn’t been asked in so long. She hadn’t realized how desperate she was for conversation until he sat beside her and addressed her like an equal, not someone they simply summoned for their gain. Slowly, her answers lengthened from two words to ten to whole monologues. It was after an impassioned rant on the nine layers that she saw him smile. She smiled too.

“I like you,” she said. Evil Uno and Anna Jay were barely through the door to her room when she was on her feet. It broke the silence of the seventh day and the two members of the Dark Order glanced between each other. “Tell me what you want me to teach you and I will consider it.”

“Really?”

It was Anna that spoke and the demon nodded as she brushed past them.

“Yes. Where is your library?”

Uno was quick to fall in step beside her.

“My tongue is a difficult one to teach,” she said as she assessed him through a sideways glance. A smirk formed. “Don’t worry if you get frustrated, it’s only natural. Are you prepared?”

His eyes locked with hers and she couldn’t help the way her smirk grew. Her eyes fell to the way his smirk reflected hers. It was true. She did like this mortal man and the way he looked at her. Not with heat like most mortals but with understanding. Respect.

“I’ll have a good teacher.”

---

She went silent once he told her what exactly he wanted to do. Damn him. Damn him for drawing her in near and springing this upon her. Damn her for caring about it.

“No,” she said. She shook her head and slammed the ancient book closed. The chair scraped loudly against the stone as she stood. “I won’t teach you this.”

She made to move away and then his hands were on her shoulders, his grip a shaky thing that worried her. The demon eyed him warily.

“Please,” he begged. “Please. This is something that I need to do.”

Her eyes burned when she looked at him, his eyes so fierce yet so full of unknown sadness. What was it?

“Tell me,” she said. Her voice lost that indignant nature, tempered to something soft and almost human. “Tell me why you would want to do something so humanly reckless.”

For a brief moment, his thumbs traced the lines of her shoulders. His hands fell to his sides and he sat down heavily in the library chair. The man leaned forward and rested his face in his hands.

“I’ve…” He paused. Sat back up and straightened himself out. “Every day passes and I see the way they look at me. I remember the way they used to. I’m their leader and I’ve failed them. If I do this…” He touched the book on the table and looked at her. “If I do this, I can be the leader they deserve. I can be someone they’re proud of and we won’t ever be lost again.”

“You do not need that to be a leader,” she spat. When did human affairs get her so incensed? “You can do that of your own volition.”

“I wish that were true,” he said. “I wish that were how it was but it isn't. Please, help me do this.”

“It will kill you,” she finally said. “Or if, if it doesn’t, you will pray that it had.”

His eyes didn’t stray from hers. Damn his conviction. Damn this mortal man.

“I will teach you the words,” she said, devoid of emotion as she willed herself to set it aside. “Then the rest is up to you. I will wash my hands of this.”

“I understand,” he said. He reached out to her again and this time, his hand cradled her firewarm cheek and she allowed it. “Thank you. I mean it. Thank you.”

At that, she shook her head and moved away from his touch. She would not allow herself to grow to like it. Not when the future was being erased with every minute and her black heart couldn’t bear it.

---

Uno was a quick study and she would have been impressed if it didn’t infuriate her. She had hoped to prolong the inevitable, hoped to prolong this foolish endeavor. Even as she broke the spell into smaller and smaller parts, he picked it up quickly. Within two weeks, he was ready.

The smell of incense burned through the halls of The Keep and stirred her out of her sleep. It was the incense that she had told him he needed. They had stayed up late studying and when he had dozed off at the table in her room, she took him to her bed. She had meant to keep vigil but she too needed rest. He must have known. Clever Uno.

The smell led her to the same room that the Dark Order had summoned her into. Before she opened the door, her nose was thick with the smell of blood. He was close to completing it. She threw her body against the door three times before it finally broke apart. Inside, a great chasm consumed the center of the room. Inhuman arms tried to crawl out, tried to snatch at Uno to draw him inside.

“S-Stay back,” Uno gasped out, the man on his knees and the purple of his clothes dark with blood. Five and Ten had almost broken the lines. “I can do it. I can do this.”

Anna looked at her with tear-filled eyes and she did her best to rid her eyes of her own. With long strides, she crossed the room and threw herself to the ground between Uno and the chasm. The creature inside paused, as though it sensed one of its own. She hoped, a strange thing, that it would be enough. Uno’s heartbeat was weak behind her. The panic in her chest made her speak faster, the old and buried language alive and loud in the room. She continued to chant, to strain every muscle in her body to keep it back. To keep it away from him.

Her ears bled with the intensity of the creature’s screams and it’s claws reached out at her, scratching her arms. She didn’t flinch. The creature’s arms began to shorten, the chasm began to close. With one last infuriated shout, the chasm slammed shut and severed the creature’s arm.

With a great sob, it vanished.

The room went deathly quiet, save for her heavy breathing and the constricted sobs of the Dark Order around her. The thud behind her whipped her around and she was on her knees, Uno’s masked face cradled in her hands.

“If you die on me, mortal man, I will haunt you,” she said, voice choked with emotion. She muttered the old language under her breath as she held his face. “I will never leave you alone, do you understand? I will find you, do you understand? I will find you.”

---

Uno finally stirred two days later and she was by his side, her intense eyes on him. He thought he would be endlessly tired but he felt...awake. More awake than he had been. Just as he was about to ask,

“What did I tell you?”

“That it would kill me,” he said. “But it didn’t, did it?”

She looked at him, her jaw momentarily dropped. Then she began to laugh, a hand over her mouth. Tears welled in her eyes and he reached for her.

“It did not,” she conceded. “You’re welcome.”

“What did you do?”

“Stopped you.”

“No, that’s not...All you did, is it? I feel fine. I shouldn’t feel fine, should I?”

She had looked ethereal before, an otherworldly glow to her skin. Her eyes. It was still there but not as vibrant.

“You did something stupid,” she said. She climbed up onto the bed and sat beside his legs. “It only felt right that I should match you in stupidity. I’m never doing it again, it’s terribly human.”

His dark eyes fell on her and roved over her with suspicion. He reached out to her and she took his hand. Slowly, he led her to straddle his lap as he sat up. Her hand stroked his masked cheek.

“You never asked what I was,” she murmured. “Why?”

“It didn’t matter,” he said with a shake of his head. “I trusted you. I do trust you.”

“Bold of you,” she hummed. Her nails trailed along the pulse in his neck. “Trusting a demon.”

“You saved my life,” he said, full of that earnest nature that she adored so much. “I’ll trust you as long as I live.”

“Ask me,” she breathed. She leaned into him, cupped his face in her hands. “Ask me what I am.”

His hands went to her waist and she could feel him swallow.

“What are you?”

“A demon,” she said, an amused lilt to her voice. His hands squeezed her and she smiled at him. Her hands trailed down his chest and slowly undid the zipper of his soft vest. “Yours. So often, when humans speak of love, they speak of the love of angels as though it’s so pure. As if it’s the only love. It’s foolish.”

She tutted and caressed his face again. His hands trailed under the loose shirt she wore and caressed her heated skin.

“I burn for you,” she said. Her confident tone wavered as she looked at him. “And I do not want to be without you, my unexpected love. I think I would go cold. Can I show you? Can I be with you?”

Uno nodded and rose with her as she captured his mouth with her own. She ripped the sheets from him and made quick work of his clothing. The frantic energy they created stripped them to stand on equal grounds. Her mouth laved kisses along the flesh of his chest and when she took him into her mouth, his hips nearly shot off the bed.

Her hands held him down as her tongue traced the throbbing vein that ran the entirety of his length. She didn’t mind the way his hands pulled and pushed at her hair, her head. His choked moans coaxed a grin out of her and when he came with a ragged shout down her throat, she swallowed him whole. She trailed back up to kiss his neck, gently biting the meat of his shoulder. His hand slid down her torso and settled in the junction of her slick thighs. He surprised her by flipping them and settling her back against the bed. The lights went dark and she gasped when she felt his tongue trace up her wet slit, curl around her sensitive bud.

Perhaps her tongue had not been that difficult to learn.

Uno had her toes curling and her lungs heaving by the time she came. He certainly was a quick study. His mouth found hers and she was surprised to feel that he had foregone his mask. His hands kneaded her breasts and she felt him hard once more against her. Her thighs wrapped around his hips and he grunted as he teased her with the head of his cock.

“Lover, please,” she begged. Hells, how she wanted him. It was torture and paradise to burn so heavily with lust. “I want you, I want you.”

His initial thrust into her was slow and then his impatience got the better of him. Old, wicked words flowed from her mouth into his ear and urged him on. He repaid her in kind, French heavy on his tongue as he bucked into her. Squeezed her flesh and marked her skin with his lips, with his teeth. He panted into her pulse and she felt the way his hips stuttered, the way he pulsed inside her. He hefted her hips up higher and ground down deeper into her. The sudden sensation against her clit had her arms tightening around him, her thighs locking around him. Her nails raked down his sweaty back and gripped the muscle of his ass.

They came together with an unholy shout, their mouths locked together as their hips waxed and waned against one another before gradually coming to rest. The room remained dark as she gathered him against her chest and he slid out of her. He rested his forehead between her breasts and breathed hard.

“I…” She suddenly said, her nerves gathered in her throat. “I would like to stay with you. I don’t want to go back.”

He answered her with a kiss and lingered there.

“Then stay,” Uno said. “Be a part of us or just be a part of me, it’s your choice. I want you here, however you want to be.”

She smiled at that.

“Of course, lover.”

[ac3id]

🌸revenge

Pairings: Yandere! Prince! Izuku Midoriya x Princess Reader x Commoner! Katsuki Bakugou.

warnings: characters are obv aged up,yandere themes, cheating, noncon, humiliation, mind break, violence,major character death, a gun, ok this is v fucked up haha, swearing, v v sadist Izuku, smut (obvio), bondage.

summary: Born in a royal household you lead a sheltered life. From expensive jewelry, exotic fruits, and fancy dresses you lived in luxury. But it came with a price, the price was your freedom. From an early age, your life's purpose was decided on by your parents, teach you to be a fine woman and then marry you to another prince. You always felt trapped by the bars of gold, you never had lived your life but you hoped.Hoped that one day something would happen which would pull you out if the cage you were trapped in but that hope quickly vanished when your parents announced that you would be marrying the youngest prince of the Viridis kingdom Izuku Midoriya. It was to strengthen the trade with his kingdom– the most powerful on land. You did not have much of a choice as you were sent away to meet the young prince. He was kind and caring with a handsome face and a well-built body but, you couldn't fall for him. You were enchanted by his knight– Commander Katsuki Bakugou. Katsuki and Izuku were childhood friends but did they not hate each other, well it seemed like at least Katsuki hated the prince. When you first met Katsuki, you were taken back by his boldness. Talking to the royalty in a which would get anyone else’s head cut off. Maybe, that was what made you fall for him. Behind Izuku’s back, you slept with his childhood friend until he found out. Izuku decided to take revenge and it sure was nasty.

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Warm sun rays fell on your closed eyelids. Blinking them open, you caught Maria, your handmaid, pushing open the blinds letting the soft golden rays flow into the room.

“Good morning, Miss. Y/N,” she greeted you. You sat up on your bed and stretched your arms above your head, “It is a beautiful morning, is it not?” Maria hummed in approval, “My Lady, His Highness wishes to have breakfast with you this beautiful morning,” she says.

“What?” You ask, a bit surprised that the young prince wanted to see you. Even though both of you shared the same sleeping chambers you haven't seen him in months as he was busy with his princely duties. “I heard from the servants that the Kingdom will see better days, expect the prince to finally court you.” She says brushing your hair behind you, “Maybe it is the right time to break it off with Commander Bakugou,” you turn back to give her a warning glare and she looks away, you look back at the mirror as guilt consumes you.

It had been a year since you had arrived at Viridis, the people of the nation had greeted you warmly, happily accepting you as their princess. You never felt as if you were a burden or unwelcomed. The servants, your soon to be in-law, and everyone else treated you with respect and love yet you couldn't help but feel homesick and depressed. Even though you were soon to be the princess of the strongest nation on the land, something any other girl your age would want- this was not your choice. You would rather be in your own Kingdom where you felt even the tiniest bit of freedom but, life was not that fair.

Days went by quickly and you did not feel a thing. Your soul was numb, sometimes Izuku would come to you and you both would spend time together but, it did not last long as he would leave right away. In the midst of your despair, you found someone. He was a fierce ash-blonde-- Bakugou Katsuki grew up with Izuku. He was the Commander of the Order of Chivalry and one of Izuku’s best friends. You had met him in the royal garden one day admiring the flowers catching him at such a soft moment; you teased him about it. Soon enough you and Katsuki grew close, closer than you and Izuku ever could. Katsuki was passionate, rough, and even though it did not seem like it- he could show affection. One night when Izuku had left for another nation due to his work, Katsuki confessed his feelings for you. You were glad he felt the same way but you both also knew it was wrong. But neither of you cared, you both needed each other. Only Katsuki could have filled the emptiness in you.

Maria had left and you were alone dwelling on your regretful life choices, you knew it would become very hard seeing Katsuki after marriage but, you didn’t want to give him up. You twist your ring on your ring finger, suddenly becoming heavier. You let out a sigh, you had to talk to Katsuki about this- about your future. There was no way either of you could avoid what was destined.

You hear a knock at your door and soon it opens, you see Katsuki enter the room he was dressed casually in a shirt and pants but he still was a sight to see. “Hey princess,” He says with a smirk and you feel your heart beat faster. His smirk always had you hooked.

"Katsuki," you say, your voice taking on a feeble tone. You hug him firmly, snuggling in as close to him as possible. Katsuki sighs into your embrace, his eyes flickering between your face and your lips, you inhale deeply, his fragrance flooding your senses. It's dangerous, yet warm and cozy—you could spend centuries in his secure embrace.

Lifting your chin with his hand and pressing your lips together. He sighs when your lips meet. You bring your hand up to rest on his cheek, molding your body with his. Looking into his eyes as you bite and pull on his lips "I love you so much," He groans into your mouth, soft moans and groans exchanged between the two lovers, your smile widens, and his thumbs begin to rub circles into your waist. His hands running up your thighs and over your ass, squeezing it and earning a gasp from you.

Katsuki closed the door. He lunges forward, planting wet, sloppy kisses along your cheek, jawline, and your neck. You try to push him off but he's much stronger than you. He wrangles you, pinning your arms down and flipping you so that her back meets the softness of the bed you share with Izuku.

Resting his hands on the sides of your face, he groans into your throat, deep vibrations sending chills up your spine. You pull back, your lips purse as you fumble with the wedding band on your ring finger, twirling it around to calm your nerves. "Katsuki! Someone might hear us" you cry, but kisses are wracking your body and you are squirming underneath him, you are not surprised when he doesn't listen.

You let out a soft moan as his calloused firm hands find your chest, dragging his palm slowly across your breasts. Brushing your hard nipples with his thumb, squeezing and massaging them through your gown. He slowly unbuttons his shirt and pulls it from his strong arms with one swift move. He hisses when you scrape your nails down his defined pectorals and abdominal muscles, “Katsuki, no. Not right now. Deku asked me to eat with him, we can do this later.” You say pushing him off you as his grip on you loosened. “Did you have to use that nerd’s name? You completely put me off!” he groans as you passed him to the door, “Sorry Suki’, I’ll come to you later. I promise.”

"My sweet, you're here!" You hear Izuku call you, he was dressed fashionably in royal attire, a green coat resting on his shoulders as he sat down. "Deku," you greet him by his nickname, the first time you had ever met him he had asked you to call him by that name, and every time you called him using 'Deku' his cheeks would darken and a sweet smile would decorate his freckled face. But this time he did not smile, not a hint of pleasantness was visible on his face. Instead, a glint of something you could not understand spread in his eyes. A mix of anger and irritation.

"When did you come back?" You ask as you take a seat beside him, "I arrived last night, I didn't want to disturb you so I slept in the guest chambers," he answered, flashing you a smile-not quite reaching his eyes. "Oh, how considerate of you, Deku." You were glad he didn't come to your room last night. Katsuki had come over. "Well, what are your plans for today, my dear?" as he divided into his food.

"The usual, I'm planning on visiting the library and picking up my books and then returning to my chambers and reading them."

"Well if it is not a bother, why don't you spend the day with me?" Izuku asked you with his face flushed, he looked adorable and you obviously could not have denied so, you spent the day with Deku. The little date was pleasant, you both enjoyed each other's company and as the end of the day kept coming nearer you kept thinking about going back to Katsuki.

"Your Highness," One of Izuku's knights approached him as both of you sat in the royal garden enjoying the sunset, he whispered something into Izuku's ear and he hummed in response. "Petal," He called out to you lovingly and you looked over, "Why haven't you touched your tea? Do you not like it?" he asks, concerned, "Oh, no it's nothing like that! I was just taking in the view, I guess I forgot about it." you say as you take a sip. "It is delicious!"

"I'm glad you liked it."

After a few minutes you start feeling light-headed, you rub your forehead which catches Izuku's attention. "My, Y/N, are you feeling alright? You look unwell." "I don't know, Deku, I feel lightheaded." you had expected Deku to guide you to a doctor after you laid out your concern but instead you hear a sinister giggle leave his mouth. His face displayed a chilling smirk as his expression from a fun-loving gentleman changed to something unrecognizable.

"Don't worry my sweet little petal, the drug is working. You will be fine. Just need to learn your lesson."Izuku plays with a loose strand of your hair as you feel your conscious slip away.

Oh, what had you got yourself into?

Your arms were outstretched over your head and slightly spread with your delicate wrists locked into place by restraints, the metal edges have been padded with fabric to prevent any obvious ligature marks or damage. The heat of your body was replaced by the cool open air of the cell hitting your body, your sweat intensifying the chill, and sending goosebumps prickling over the expense of your skin.

A black blindfold was obscuring your vision. The thick fabric was comfortable against your face and completely blacked out the world around you. Tears leaked from the corner of your eyes, you bit down on something bitter and balled up—a leather gag. It was uncomfortable, and you could feel the drool dripping a trail down towards your neck, it was disgusting.

Twisting your hands within the metal restraints, you could feel the ache developing in your arms as you were forced to remain in position. heightening your other senses to compensate for the missing sight. You tried to distract yourself from squirming by focusing instead on the sounds of something heavy shuffling at the opposite end of the cell. You let out a muffled whimper.

You heard echoing footfalls coming closer to you, guilt rising in your chest.

You knew it was Izuku.

You were trembling from some combination of fear and frustration. Your breath was coming in slowly controlled inhales and your heartbeat erratically from the anticipation of not knowing Izuku's intentions.

You immediately let out muffled, incoherent pleas. Your desperate cries enmeshing in the now completely soaked leather ball he had gagged you with. He smirks at your appearance. Your hair was messy and your cheeks were tear-stained and pink, lips stretching out because of the gag.

Even without seeing him, you could picture his closed-mouthed almost crazed smile. Restrained into place, unable to speak, and missing one of your most vital senses, you were left completely at his mercy.

You felt his hand move upwards to your neck. Slowly gripping it tighter. You were reverberating around him and everything felt heightened by the lack of oxygen.

You would have been squirming if not for the last thread of your dignity anchoring you to the metal brace around your chest and wrists.

"Sweetheart, sweetheart." He began, his voice was chilling. It was as if he was spitting venom with every word he spoke. "Did you honestly think that I would not know about the little romance going on between you and Kacchan?" You felt cold leather run up your jaw and you shuddered. "I think you are aware of how incompetent you are. A country like Virdis would never choose the likes of you." His tone was condescending. Speaking down about your homeland, you felt a rush of anger flow through you and you screamed into the gag only to be silenced by Izuku's palm hitting your cheek. Pain flowed through the right side of your cheek as Izuku continued his sermon.

"Do you know how much I had to beg father for letting me choose you? I fell in love with you the first time I ever saw you," he confessed his voice cracking "you looked so lonely like you were lost, looking for something. Something that you did not what was," his sniffling intensified. You recalled the first time you met him. It was Hitoshi Shinsou from Purpura's coronation. It had been three years since.

"For years I spent all my time thinking about you about us. I wasted hours looking for reasons why your Kingdom should be connected to Virdis. All for you throw it all away!" He screamed the last part, his words echoing. He sighed, "Why did you do this? Why did you let Kacchan corrupt you? I must ask, do you not have any self-respect? Going after a commoner while you had the Prince fallen head over heels for you? I don't believe this." Izuku laughed wickedly.

"Dignity is just a foreign concept to you, isn't it?" his eyes began darkening as lust and hatred filled his veins "I'm afraid I have to teach my stupid petal a lesson" He sighed, the heavy leather was cold in his hand as he twirled it idly between his fingers.

You heard the click of his boots away and back again. A brief silence fell on the room and a loud smack reverberated off the stone walls. You bit into the gag as she felt a sting on the inside of your thigh.

You heard the impact before you felt it, leather smacking abruptly against the skin, and the pain followed, searing hot.

He jerked your head up by your hair, his cheek pressed against hers as he growled, "keep your eyes on her Kacchan", he snarled. Your heart hammered.

'Kachhan?'

The crop whistled through the air and snapped against your breast, flicking against your already painfully hard nipple, almost blacking you out at the intensity of it.

He let the riding crop rise above his head and fall on your stomach, bruising the skin.

The sensation of the cold and smooth leather on your skin made goosebumps rise and your legs began to quiver. He walked around you, the item of torture dancing up your thigh. He traced the riding crop back up your right leg, spreading your legs further open, looking behind him making sure that Katsuki had his eyes on your naked core. Katsuki was tied down, his wrists bonded in heavy metal shackles, his legs tied down to the ground. A heavy collar was fixed around his neck which was chained to the wall. His eyes were pressed firmly together, tears prickling from the corners falling to his cheeks. His face was muzzled, unable to speak all he could do was groan.

"Keep looking, Kacchan," Izuku taunted, "If you don't, much worse things will happen to her," he growled and Katsuki looked up to see your swollen face with red marks covering your upper half. More tears fell from his eyes, he could not do anything. He had never felt this helpless in his life before.

Izuku turned back to you after addressing Katsuki. " Do you know? You deserve so much worse," he snarled, the strikes hitting down on your naked breast, stomach, and thighs at an ever-increasing frequency.

"Don't feel so smart now, do you?" He brought the riding crop down a dozen times, each blow quicker than the last and just as sharp until your flesh was warm and aching.

Kicking your legs open and apart, placing his feet between your thighs, making it impossible for you to close them. He scrapes his teeth against your shoulder, as a tender hand kneads at the cheek of your ass. He spanks it once, the echo of both the slap traveling down the hall.

He plants a kiss on your cheek "My petal looks so much prettier like this," His tone was now honeyed, as he ran his hands along with the bruises he made on your chest, running up and down your thighs, smearing a trail of your blood as it went, admiring his artwork, while your muscles twitching and tensing everywhere he touched.

His fingers fluttered as they moved to grip your upper arms and he jerked you back against him. His lips brushed yours' and you shivered.

"I've always been so good and lenient towards my petal. Let's see how good you can be for me."

A shiver rolled over your skin when you felt him behind you, taking one of your nipples between his thumb and finger; pinching and pulling it hard. You arch your back at the pleasured pain surging through your body. Izuku's fingers hooked around the waistband of his pants and began to work them off, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. spreading your cheeks with his free hand as He nudges past your folds with his head lines up to your cunt. The stretch of his tip pressing into you tingles with a sizzling burn,

Hot and heavy against the shell of your ear, biting your earlobe lightly. His hair damps with sweat tickles over your neck as he whispers.

"You feel so good. Finally. You made me wait for so long while you jumped on Kacchan's dick three days after meeting him."

His hand took a hold of your tied up arms the other gripping your hip, his nails leaving tiny bloody crescent moon indents on the skin as he slammed forward, your body shook, trying to adjust to the sudden incredible fullness of his girth stinging against your walls, the pain has your fingers curling against the restraints and biting into the gag making you clench down around him, and he let out a long, sinful groan. He's swearing, alternating between muttered profanities and guttural moans as his cock twitched and pulsed inside you.

"Look at you taking my cock so well," he marveled, eyes locked on his dick disappearing inside you, "such a greedy little pussy." Izuku pauses every couple of moments to let you feel every inch, every vein on his dick until he reaches the hilt. "That's it, petal...take every inch of it." The nickname mocking you. "Aren't I much bigger than Kacchan?" He teased, His voice was low and filled with malice as he spat the name. You let out a muffled moan which confirmed his accusation.

"I told you," he said hoarsely, "to keep your fucking eyes on her!" Izuku grinned, punctuating the words with a sharp, powerful thrust that had her convulsing around him. He moaned loudly, grip loosening on your hair as he focused his energy on thrusting. Low groans and curses were spoken in your ear as his warm breath fanned over your neck.

Katsuki's face was covered with tears, his nose runny and dick hardening in his pants- it hurt. "Are you getting a boner right now? Kacchan!?" Izuku growled, "Poor Y/N is getting abused by the likes of me- Does that turn you on? You are a sick guy."

Katsuki wanted to shout, kick, punch- do anything to get you away from Izuku but while he was tied up and helpless all he could do was watch the love of his life get abused by his childhood friend, not so much now, listen to their groans and moans which unintentionally excited him. He sat crying and while he chased for release.

Izuku's moans echoed throughout the cell as he pounded harder so his pelvis smacked against your ass with each thrust. His hand reached down to rub your clit while his other hand groped at your breasts. He sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth. "Fuck!" He groaned "Oh fuck yeah."

He was slamming into you hard, fast, and so deep. The lewd sounds of your wetness and muffled moans filled the room. Your body went limp and you struggled for oxygen all you could hear was a shrill noise, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure. You feel yourself clenching on his dick as you cum.

Tangling a hand in your hair and yanking your head back forcefully. you arch helplessly into him as he breathily moans out your name and cums, filling your womb and coating your inner thighs with his seed. A broken wordless cry leaves your mouth as you feel him, grinding his hips in one last impossibly deep thrust. He slowly grew soft inside you, pulling out.

His ever so tight grip on your hips and hands leave as he tucks his soft cock back into his pants and zips it up. Your chest heaves up and down as you come down from your high. "You're going to have my children, dear Y/N," Izuku says as he marvels at the sight of saliva leaking from your mouth and down your chin he licks your gagged lips, slurping and drinking the drool dribbling down your chin.

Muffled screaming comes from the back, Katsuki screams into his muzzle as Izuku giggles, wood bangs and creaks, leather and iron brush against each other. Silence, the sound of uneven footsteps, then something cold, smooth, and stiff traces your abdomen. Cold metal runs between the valley of your breasts.

He loosens the blindfold and tosses it on the floor. Your eyes squint adjusting to the new-found brightness, he grabs your chin and forces you to meet his eyes. You stare at him with your eyes wide, your gaze reaches his left hand, the cold metal stroking your body- a gun. It rests in his hands elegantly and you start thinking the awful things he could do with it.

He smirks and pushes your heads towards your side where you see Katsuki.

His face is stained with tears, his eyes bloodshot, wide-open looking at you muttering unspoken apologies from them. You return the sorry look and he eases, your eyes soften as silence fills the room. Katsuki and you stare longingly into each other's eyes exchanging apologies and empathy. The found moment is cut short as Izuku growls.

"What is wrong with you two!?!?" He screams as he walks towards Katsuki and removes his muzzle in one swift motion. "You fuckin' bastard! I will kill you!!" After enduring what felt like hours of emotional torture, finally speaks up he shouts and tries to bite Izuku's hand but Izuku backs away. He notices that Katsuki is still hard, a dent visible in his tight-fitting pants.

"Oh, Kacchan," He sneers. "It must be difficult trying to fight me off while you're still stuck."

Izuku comes closer this time with his gun raised over Katsuki's forehead. "Don't try anything funny, Kacchan. You wouldn't do what I would do to her if I kill you like this." He points his gun at your direction, your brows furrowed with worry. Katsuki stays still as he waits for Izuku's instruction. "Like I was saying, it must be difficult holding up a fight while you're still distracted but, since I am your childhood friend who cares deeply about our fond memories-"

"Yeah, the ones where I beat you up and you run to daddy?" Katsuki snickers and you internally groan this man did not know when to shut his mouth.

"I will pretend you did not say that. Now," Izuku reaches towards Katsuki and releases him from his chains, keeping the gun up in the air to remind who is in charge. Katsuki rubs his wrist and glares at his former green-haired friend. "for the sake of our friendship" The phrase dipped in poison, he goes behind you and grabs your thighs forcing your closed legs to open. "You have one last go before I exile you from Virdis." He speaks of you like you're an object. The dehumanization brings back tears in your eyes and Katsuki frowns. "I don't care about what you do to me. Exile me, even kill me, leave Y/N alone." Katsuki spits his furry evident in his tone and Izuku sighs, he lets go of your thighs and brings the gun next to our head.

"This is Y/N's punishment, and I can do whatever I wish to do with her. She belongs to me." he snarls, "If you don't fuck her now, I will blow her brains out."

You panic, his words settling in your head. You look at Katsuki and he looks away, clenching his jaw he looks back at you. He walks up to you, "Good, good" Izuku continues.

Katsuki mutters out a low sorry while he unzips his pants and his dick bounces free, the head red and angry. Katsuki grips your waist as Izuku lets go of your legs, he rubs his dick against your slit and groans. You moan behind your gag as you feel him entering you, Katsuki grabs your legs and entraps them behind his back. He pushes into you, your walls already slick and dripping with Izuku's cum welcome him warmly. Pulling him in as he pushes himself to the hilt.

He growls through his teeth thrusting in and out, biting on your shoulder. You moan out louder, louder than you did for Izuku. Even while your gag muffled your moans he could tell how much you were enjoying Katsuki.

Katsuki captures your hard nipple in his mouth and swirls around it with his warm tongue, his finger reaches down to your clit and rubs on it driving you closer to your edge. Katsuki's thrusts get sloppier and Izuku screams, "Don't you dare finish inside her!" unable to process what Izuku said over the mind-numbing pleasure, you feel yourself clench on Katsuki's dick as you cummed on his dick.

"Ah, fuck, baby," Katsuki whispered in your ear as he came inside you, behind you Izuku became furious.

"You fucking bastard!" He screamed as he pulled Katsuki off you by his collar and slammed him on the cold ground. "Die," He growled as he pressed his gun to Katsuki's forehead and you screamed on your gag.

Katsuki knew he was done for. He looked at you one last time fondly and said, "I love you, Y/N. I will wait for you, always."

"Shut the fuck up, she does not love you." Izuku spat as he hit Katsuki at the side of his head. "Die, bastard. You thought you could steal the love of my life and get away with it, you deserve this. Never thought your innocent little Deku would do something like this, now did you?" Izuku clocks his gun, he looks back at you. You are covered in drool and tears, your cheeks still flushed pink.

"My dear petal, this is why you don't thwart me. This is your fault, because of you, I have to kill my friend! Because of you, a great man will die tonight." Izuku taunts.

You glance back at Katsuki, knowing he is going to die while all you could do was watch. More tears fall from your eyes as Izuku presses the trigger and Katsuki falls dead.

This was truly the worst.

You couldn’t even wail out in distress the ball gag in your mouth made it hard to scream. Trying your best to break free from your restraints so you could touch your dying lover for the last time.

But you couldn’t. All you could do was struggle as sweat rolled from your forehead and cum dried on your thighs, leaking from your abused hole. Katsuki looked at you as he lost his consciousness. He smiled softly looking at you through his eyes, squinting so he could focus on your image.

“You were the best thing that ever happened to me, Y/N..” He said his final words and the glass box of logic and reason in your mind broke. Your eyes grew wide as tears rolled down your cheeks, your nose runny as you screamed into the gag. You had just watched the love of your life die the worst possible death possible, and you couldn’t blame anyone but yourself. Not even the monster who was responsible for your beloved’s death. Your vision started to blacken and your body limps  as exhaustion crept up over you.

All of your selfish choices.

This was the outcome

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When you came to your senses your body was aching all over, both inside and out.

"Awe petal, don't look so scared," he cooed as if he just did not kill a man.

Izuku was holding you, playing with your hair as he cuddled you to his chest. He placed a light kiss on the crown of your head. Tears stung your eyes as you cuddled closer to him.

"I'll lock you up and throw away the fucking key if you ever even think about doing anything like that again, do you hear me?"

"Y-yes," you say as you exhale shakily.

Izuku tucks some hair behind your ear and grips your jaw, your cheeks squishing and lips puckering slightly. He kisses your lips and smiles.

"I love you, petal." you feel his lips on your aching skin. he licks a stripe up your neck soothing the wounds, "mine," burrowing his face into your neck "all mine."

You lean forward placing your lips on his, exchanging kisses You wanted to scream and cry out instead you let out a small moan. You wished you were gagged again.

"None of this would've ever happened if you weren't such a whore, poor Kacchan would've been alive"

You felt a constriction in your chest at the sound of his name.

planting kisses on your collarbone.

 "Tell me you love me," He growls into your throat and bites the flesh

You remained silent

"I shouldn't have to repeat myself."

"I love you so much Izuku," you forced the words out as you exhale shakily your tears flowing once again.

"Be good for me baby. We wouldn't want to see those tears again."

Right before you finally fall asleep, you feel his fingers intertwining with yours in a vice-like grip, his lips peppering kisses all across your face

[madluluwriting]

Since I want to spread the pain-

13- “If I pay you, will you please go away, and let me work?” Kesett, obvs. 😈 ALL THE BOBA/CAL

You’re evil and I love you. Let’s spread the love!

There’s a rush of air in his back and he tries not to sigh. He really does. Why is it always him? Not that he doesn’t like Fett. Okay, maybe he doesn’t like him. But! He has reasons to. Like, the guy is always, always, popping in his back when he’s trying to do something.

“If I pay you,” he’s not whining, he’s not. “Will you please go away, and let me work?” He grumbles around the mouthful of wires he’s holding.

He shouldn’t have left BD with Cere, slicing is not really his strong suit and this damn door is kriffing hard-locked.

“That would be sad and disappointing,” Fett answers, voice tinted metallic with his helmet’s vocoder. “And then I wouldn’t have the pleasure of seeing your ass.”

He glances over his shoulder and glares at the bounty hunter and he can’t see his face but he knows that the bastard is smirking at him. How is this his life? Sexually harassed by a Mandalorian bounty hunter.

“Why are you here anyway?” He asks before letting out an exclamation of triumph when the door finally open. “Don’t you have bounties to catch or something? Some that aren’t me?”

“Nah, they’re boring. And I wasn’t here for you but I don’t complain about the view now that I’m here.”

He glares again at the helmet. He misses BD, at least the droid handles the banter much better than him. He always feels wrong-footed when Fett flirts with him like this. Which is probably why the man keeps on doing it.

“And why are you here?”

“The same as you, I guess. I heard a rumor about a weapon hidden in this facility so I thought I’d get a look.”

Cal checks the Mandalorian out quickly, gaze darting on his armor, his weapons and absolutely not slowing on any part of his anatomy. Fett snickers.

“You’re not the only one interested in lightsabers, Kestis. I could use a weapon like that.”

“Over my dead body,” he bristles and his hand grips his own saber at his hip.

“I’d rather it be over your consenting one,” Fett drawls and damn it he knows he’s blushing but he can’t help it.

Then the man is in his space, backing him against a wall without a warning and his hands are pinned at his side. He glares at him, the hold is not even that strong, he could shove him aside with the Force but…

“Get off me.”

“Come on, jetii, would it be so bad? I promise you I won’t give that saber to anyone. Better it stays in my hands than let it rust in a box.”

“Fuck you!”

“Gladly.”

He shoves at the armored man, making him back up and he slips away as fast as he can. He’ll be long away and hidden in the vents by the time he can catch up with him. Another close call. He’s starting to hate those.

[antigonewinchester]

the beginning of my dean & bela escape from hell fic. i honestly don’t know if i’m going to finish it - it’s turning into something denser than i’ve written in a long time and i’m not a fast writer - so figured i’d at least share the start of it, now that i’ve gotten it to be something i don’t totally hate. not a final draft, but not a first draft either.

gen, dean-focused, set between s3 and s4. it’s about hell, so obvs has descriptions of violence/torture.

//

It was the worst kind of morning-night-eternal now of Hell, when Alastair had yet to appear and already the answer was waiting in his mouth. The impulse had grown from rare to sometimes to dime a baker’s dozen as the days had screamed on, his body carved apart, remade anew, carved again. Three years in, Alastair had whispered softly the question in his ear and it had burrowed like a maggot, working under every inch of skin before finding its final resting place under his tongue. There it had died, his answer waiting to be born.

He was caught by meat hooks through his shoulders, hanging in muggy half-darkness. Back topside, he would’ve lasted a couple of hours, at most an afternoon, falling into hazy unconsciousness and taken out by blood loss or sepsis. Down under, pain just stretched and stretched, a rubber-band of agony that pulled for years before it snapped. His hands were bound behind him, knuckle against knuckle. Sweat dripped down his shoulders and made his back itch, impossible to scratch. Above him was the sky, glossy ruby red and sunless. Below him was the ground, hard packed dirt with slimy sharp rocks. He was low enough to all but stand. Made the waiting almost bearable, but Hell was built on almosts, and the laugh came when it rained. Without warning the sky would open wide, spilling fat hot drops that stung his eyes and tasted like sulfur, streaming down his face, his body, everywhere. No matter how carefully he held himself, inevitably he’d slip on the mud and writhe like a worm for long desperate seconds until he found his footing again.

To his right, neatly arranged within his view, was the metal table bearing Alastair’s tools. Today, they were organized by size: two pliers (one needle-nose, one wire-stripper); an ice cream scoop; a pair of metal knitting needles; four long, thin razors; two hammers; three pruning shears; and fifteen gleaming knives. And then there was Alastair’s favorite inside joke: twenty-seven minutes in Heaven.

Whenever and wherever he awoke, Alastair would give him 27 minutes to wait. No more, no less. Over the decades he’d become an hourglass, learning exactly what 1,620 seconds felt like as they slipped through his fingers.  He stole his sliver of time remembering, remembering— all the people he’d saved, their teary-eyed, blubbering thank yous— the click of a whisky glass, Bobby’s hand on his shoulder— the stick of beer spills against wood, ashy cigarette smoke drifting in a haze, the snick-click open of Jo’s hunting knife— humid summer southern nights, bugs buzzing against mesh screens as Cassie’s lips met his— the taste of too-sweet vanilla cake at Ben’s birthday party— her perfume, lavender and roses and something else unnameable, a scent that was just Mom— the roar of Baby down the highway— and Sam, Sammy, his baby brother— and it was enough, it had to be enough, it was just enough rope to hang himself.

Because Alastair was as constant as the tide. One razor, two knives, and all that humanity he ached for was washed away, leaving only a sickeningly sweet touch. What could his memories do against those greedy hands? By a hundred and one slices, his rib cage spread open, intestines steaming in the heat, left leg gone and right one next on the chopping block, he’d be dragged under, riptide that was Alastair pulling him out to sea. Not a lover or a hunter or a son or a brother; just a screaming animal; just pain. And then Alastair would ask the question so gently in his ear—

Footsteps.

Behind him.

Fuck.

Alastair didn’t let him know he was coming unless it was for a reason, but no, nothing else was different. Today was going to be just like yesterday and yesterday and yesterday. Life was pain, your highness, and so what? Didn’t mean he was gonna buy what Alastair was selling. But the answer itched under his tongue.

The footsteps stopped. A tickle of warmth on the back of his neck: “Well, look at what the dogs dragged in. Dean Winchester himself.”

That wasn’t Alastair’s voice.

Surprise jerked him forward. He bit into his lip as the meat hooks moved, stifling the pain.

“Relax,” the voice said - smokey, feminine, something that would’ve been hot in very different circumstances - “if I wanted to hurt you, I already would have.”

“Eat me, bitch.”

“I see Hell hasn’t dampened your wit.”

“Alastair’s not going to like you,” he spat. “Doesn’t want an audience anymore.”

“That would be why I picked a time when Alastair wasn’t here. And because you clearly didn’t hear me the first time, I’m not here to torture you.”

His head spun. “What, you’re a demon with a heart of gold?”

A laugh. “Of course not,” the voice said. “Hearts are quite the liability in Hell. What I have is even better. A deal just for you, Dean.”

“Sorry, not really in the mood. Why don’t you try again never.”

“It’s a better deal than the one Alastair is giving you, I can promise you that.”

“Alastair’s not giving me anything,” he lied easily, gut flooding with shame. Another laugh from the demon that turned into a skeptical little hum, and then something was carefully pulling at his wrists.

“What’re you—“

“Untying your hands, and stop squirming, you’re just making this harder than it needs to be. Take this as my show of good faith.”

A few seconds later and his hands were free. They hung limply at his sides, fingers and forearms tingling as the circulation returned.

“Now,” the voice returned, ”will you behave?”

With his hands unbound, the pain had shifted, some muscles easing in his back. And for some reason the demon hadn’t made a move to cut or break or caress. If he let it talk until Alastair arrived, maybe it’d could be a distraction, something else for Alastair to play with for a while.“Try me.”

Seconds lurched past, but the voice didn’t speak. No one really breathed in Hell, demons or souls, but warm air still fluttered past his neck all the same, sending goosebumps up his back but also a bitter human familiarity. Sam curled up beside him on a musty motel bed, snoring into his neck, flickered low and hollow in his stomach.

“I found a way out of Hell,” it said at last, “one that most demons don’t even know exists. A door on the Ninth Circle. But the catch is I can’t make it out on my own. I need a human soul to open the door with me. So my deal for you, Dean, is this: I free you from Alastair, you help me open it, and we both leave this place forever.”

“And why the fuck,” he said, “should I believe any of that bullshit?”

“Because it’s true,” it said. “A ticket out of Hell, Dean, and all you have to do is open a door. Even you can do that.”

“Yeah, a ticket with some major strings attached.” His lip tingled where he’d bit it open. He swallowed, tasting bitter spit and copper. “Getting out of Hell? Sure, that’d be great. What I don’t believe is that it’ll be as easy as opening a door for some demonic Kyle Reese telling me ‘I gotta go with them if I want to live.’”

A sigh. “The pop culture references aren’t as cute as you think.”

He laughed bitterly. “Okay, how about I don’t believe some lying cunt—”

Its hand gripped his hair, nails digging into his scalp. “Call me that again,” it said softly, right up against his ear, “and I will find another poor soul to open up the door with me and leave you to Alastair’s capable, imaginative hands. Do you understand?”

Dread made his legs stupid; he wobbled, almost sliding against solid dirt. “Shit, okay, I— I get it.”

The hand let go. “Ruby may have put up with your attitude, but don’t think I will.”

Cold dragged down his spine. “Who?”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” it returned. “You may be Hell’s favorite chew toy, Dean, but she was Hell’s most wanted. Or is, I should say. She’s been back on Earth for a while now.”

Sam, oh God, Sam, Sammy: alone, grieving, held together by Boy Scout levels of responsibility and enough guilt to burn a whole cathedral’s worth of votive candles. All of it added up to the perfect time for Ruby to wrap her claws around him and squeeze. She’d manipulate him into doing God knows what. Ruby was going to hurt him, get him killed— or worse—

“So if you want to get out of Hell,” the voice murmured, “if you want to get back to your brother, then I guess you’ll have to believe me.”

Every demon who’d taken a bite had known why he’d made his deal, the ways they mocked him for it, taunted him with it. But this was just the deepest twist of the knife. Because if there was any chance of getting back to Sam. Even if this was an obvious trap, even if Alastair was going to appear and say I’ve been looking forward to this, Dean-o, even if it meant unleashing a demon topside. If he didn’t go now, there was another deal waiting for him, and he— wouldn’t. He wouldn’t.

“Fine,” Dean rasped. “I’ll go with you. Open your damn door.”

“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He smartly kept his mouth shut. “Let’s get you down and on your own two feet.”

He took a shuddering breath and braced himself. “Just make it quick.”

“Ready on three. One, two, and three—“

With an agonizing pull, it tore the hooks free. He landed hard and his knees buckled, sent him forward, vision full of white hot TV-static. He focused on taking deep gulps of air, cool against his throat. The dampness of the ground. The smell of musty earth. Marveled at the sensation of his hands. Ten unbroken fingers; ten whole fingernails.

When his vision finally cleared, he raised his head. The demon loomed.

If demons topside were smoke, then down in Hell they were fire. But this demon still wore a human face: a nose, round cheeks, two eyes with black hole pupils blown wide. Her face, he judged from the shape of it; a pretty face, not that he’d ever say. She wore a long, grey coat over a red jumpsuit, and her outfit looked… almost stylish. Even after thirty years, Hell still had some surprises left.

He staggered to his feet. Small mercies, that the demon made no move to help. “We need— need to go now,” he said, taking a unsteady step forward. His heart pounded between his ears.

“Let me deal with this first,” she said, and reached her hand towards him.

He jerked back — “What’re you?” — then hissed pain through his teeth.

“We won’t get anywhere with you like this,” she said. “I need to fix it.”

She had her hand out, waiting. Christ, she was handling him like a wild animal, liable to bite without warning. But he hadn’t gone feral yet. “Okay,” Dean said in his best human voice.

Her touch was firm against his shoulder, and then it was drowned out by the absence of sensation, the terrifying beauty of not-pain, that flared throughout his body. Or soul. Whatever he was down here. Tears pricked at his eyes; he blinked them away. Weeping like a girl when nothing even hurt, Hell really had gotten his wires crossed.

He stretched out his arms again just for the satisfying sensation of it. He was wearing a flannel shirt, softer than anything he’d felt in years, and his amulet lay tucked underneath the fabric, cool against his chest. A glance down showed jeans, brown boots. Decades of screaming naked as the day he was born, and here he was, wearing clothes again. This chick was disturbingly considerate, but he was too tired to look a gift-demon in the mouth.

“Where to?”

“Follow me,” she said, and they ran together into the dark.

[irwinkitten]

brat tamer | poly!kayshton

notes: surprise! did u really think i wasn’t gonna post a fic of my mans on my own birthday??? lmao i know that this aint everyone’s cup of tea, HOWEVER it’s my birthday and I’ll post what I want to. I was gonna do another idea however it’s been shelved for now because i just couldn’t get my inspo going. a lot has been going on but this has genuinely been such a joy to write for this week. prompt was picked out by @sexgodashton​ and obvs it’s our faves. this was written more for us than anything and i’m not sorry about that lmao prompts: “Trust me.” | “You could have warned me.”  warnings: smut, use of the word daddy so if it aint your cup of tea, don’t read it.  word count: 2k oops 

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(also not using my tagging list for this one as I know that there are more than a few people who aren’t interested and that’s fine.) 

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Your hands were clasped in front of you as you waited patiently for Ashton to get to the car. His jaw was tense and you kept your gaze on the floor, but Kaykay stood next to you, defiant and beautiful, smug and rightfully so. 

She’d been winding both you and Ashton up, but you’d behaved, not feeling like playing up. Ashton has muttered how you were so docile and good for him earlier and your mind had it ringing around for the entirety of the day, unable to get it out. 

You didn’t want to be his bad girl and he could see that. You’d even snapped back at Kaykay when she tried to push you. She didn’t try a second time. 

The drive home was silent. 

When you were in the house and the door was shut, a firm slap sounded and you tried not to jump at the noise. Kaykays whine made Ashton roll his eyes. 

“You acted like a brat today, don’t think you get out of your punishment just because our little one was so well behaved. Get upstairs and if you’re not stripped when we get there, you will be in trouble. 

This was news to you, but you remained still, waiting until Kaykay made her way upstairs dramatically. 

“You know how you wanted to try and take charge little one?” Your breath caught. 

“Daddy.” The word came out breathless as his hand cupped your face, caressing your skin gently. You leaned into the touch, watching his face soften at the small show of affection. 

“I saw how annoyed you got at Peachy, little one. She managed to push your patience, so what better time? I’ll still be in charge of you, and I’ll direct if you want me to, but you’re handling her punishment today.” And you felt the anxiety disappear. As much as you wanted to try being in control, it was daunting to your mind. Knowing that you still fell under Ashton’s power and role eased any worries as you nodded to him. 

“Trust me. Tell me what you want to do sweetheart.” The term of endearment was different, but you found that with this power dynamic, you enjoyed it. 

“I want to ruin her orgasms. I wanted to enjoy mine and now I can’t since she’s being like this.” The pout on your lips made him chuckle. 

“Any other ideas? Daddy won’t get mad if you use some of his, sweetheart.” And you felt your face flush at how easily he could read your face. 

“Can we tie her up, use the crop till she cries?” It was a favourite of Ashton’s, to bring you to tears when you’d been bratty. And you were fascinated with the possibility of doing that to her, to see it from his perspective. 

“Of course. It’s your show, and I’m going to enjoy this front seat that I have for it.” And then a wicked grin curved across your lips, making him pause. 

“Wanna ride you, show her what being a brat made her miss out on.” And he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your lips that left you breathless. 

“Oh we’ve definitely pulled out that small sadistic streak. Daddy can do that for you sweetheart. Shall we go see what our brat is up to?” And you nodded, allowing him to lead the way, his hand in yours as the thrill of excitement shot down your spine.

As you entered the room, a frown marred your features as a moan slipped from Kaykays lips, her fingers working herself. Ashton was quick enough to grip her wrist, a whine escaping before falling silent at the look on your face. 

“Gonna punish me angel?” Her voice was sickly sweet and you glanced at Ashton who nodded once. And you allowed a grin to settle on your lips. 

“Since I’m daddy’s good girl, I get to call the shots. Hands and knees, brat.” And the look of shock was worth it before Ashton forced her over onto her stomach. 

“You gonna use the buckle ones or the metal cuffs, sweetheart?” He was giving you options.  

“She’s gonna tug and I don’t wanna hurt her too much. So buckle.” And you watched as he took pleasure in teasing her, the way his hands trailed down her body as she gripped the headboard to steady herself. 

“Daddy.” The whine from Kaykay made him laugh as he climbed off the bed, stripping down and slowly undressing you, his fingers and lips working your skin to get you moaning. 

Then he took a seat that was within Kaykays eyesight if she turned her head, patting his lap. 

“Want me to fuck you now or later?” He asked as you straddled a thigh, edging you closer to your orgasm. And you wanted to say now, but you knew this would be so much better after denying yourself a few times. 

“Later.” You moaned and he stopped, allowing you to catch your breath. Glancing back, Kaykay hadn’t taken her eyes off you as you moved towards her. Your fingers grasped her ass, squeezing the flesh before pulling away. And she groaned in frustration. 

Picking up the crop that was out of sight, you waited till her body relaxed and then you struck her skin, a startled yelp escaping her. 

“Count for daddy, brat.” 

If she wasn’t turned on before, she certainly was now as she started off mumbling the numbers, Ashton silently indicating to hit her harder. And then she was speaking loudly, a few tears trailing from the corners of her eyes. You stopped when you got to twenty five, her knuckles white from gripping the headboard. So you slid a finger into her and nearly moaned at how wet she was. 

“Daddy, she’s dripping.” You gasped and he smirked, a small chuckle falling from his lips. 

“Taste her sweetheart. Taste what you do to her.” And you did, a moan escaping before you dipped your fingers back in, sauntering over to Ashton, holding your coated fingers to his lips. He smiled as he took them into his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours as he cleaned the digits with his tongue, your mind pausing for a second before his fingers squeezed your ass, pulling you back to the present, soft whimpers coming from behind you. 

“Gonna apologise?” You hummed, being met with a few sniffles. Shrugging at Ashton’s curious look, you headed to the toy box the three of you had, pulling out the hitachi and plugging it in. 

She whimpered as you set it to the most brutal feeling setting, trailing it along her back. 

“I’m asking you again, are you going to apologise?” Silence was your answer so you dragged it so that it was resting on her clit. She was immediately squirming, so you smacked the flesh gently, causing her to hold still. You could see her legs begin to tremble as she started getting louder and you counted before pulling the wand away and a frustrated shout escaped her. 

“Gonna apologise?” You taunted but she held firm in her silence. 

So you repeated the process. 

You changed the settings, making her squirm and then denying every single orgasm. 

You got to seven before she started crying, begging you to let her cum and you simply smirked in return. 

“I’ll ask you again, are you going to apologise?” She held her silence and you denied the next orgasm. 

Only when you hit ten, did she break. 

“I’m sorry, please I’m so sorry I’ll be good. Please please let daddy fuck me.” Tears were falling and you turned to Ashton who nodded. 

“Cum all you want to then, Peachy. But daddy gets to fuck me.” You strapped the wand to her thigh, her entire body trembling as her first orgasm washed over her.

Ashton had readjusted the chair so you could watch her as you sank onto his cock, your moan mingling with hers as the wand worked her clit. 

Ashton was ruthless, his hands holding you still as he fucked into you, leaving marks littered all over your body. 

In the time that Ashton sent you over three times before chasing his own one, Kaykay was a quivering mess, you slid to her side, moving the wand once more and she whimpered. 

“One more peachy. Want you to cum for me.” You whispered and she went, her entire body shaking as you turned the wand off, unbuckling her. 

Ashton stepped in, scooping her as he indicated to the bathroom. 

“Run the bath sweetheart. Let’s take care of our girl.” She was babbling her apologies amidst her tears and you felt mildly bad as you did so, Ashton bringing her in and telling you to climb in behind her. 

Holding her body reassured you she was okay as you and Ashton cleaned her up. 

Once all three of you were clean and settled into new sheets, she clung to you, and you simply did what she did with you, running your fingers through her hair before she fell asleep, your eyes meeting Ashton’s. 

“You did good little one.” And you felt yourself settle as you relaxed into the warmth of your girlfriend and slept easily.

When you woke up, Kaykay was still pressed into you, but you could feel what woke you up, her lips on your skin and a soft ‘oh’ escaped you. 

“Angel you were so good last night.” She murmured and you glanced at Ashton who was passed out, returning your gaze to Kaykay who smirked. 

“I’m not gonna be a brat, angel. Daddy knows I wanna thank you for last night. Can I thank you angel? Leave my marks all over you like daddy did?” And you hesitated. 

You wanted her, wanted her to reclaim her dominance and you wanted to submit. But you didn’t want to disappoint Ashton. 

Almost as if he could sense the turmoil in your thoughts, he turned over, hazel eyes studying you carefully. 

“Let daddy watch Peachy thank you, little one. You let daddy appreciate you, now it’s peachy’s turn.” His morning voice was gravelly but you relaxed into the mattress as her lips began to work your chest. 

“You could’ve warned me he was awake and I wouldn’t have hesitated.” You moaned softly, your back arching into her touch.

“Daddy, can I fuck her with the toy you got us? Show her that she does it for me too?” And he must’ve nodded because suddenly his lips were on yours as she got off the bed and rummaged. 

There was a telltale buzz of the vibrator. And then you felt the rounded edge of the dildo and you moaned into the kiss with no hesitation, making Ashton pull away to chuckle.

“Look at our needy little girl daddy.” And you can't help but whimper as your hips rise to meet her thrusts.

“So good for us. Taking control last night. Tell me little one, what do you want peachy to do to you as a thank you? Don’t worry about daddy, he’s just gonna enjoy the show.” 

“Fuck me till I can’t think straight.” You whispered and you felt the vibrations go up a setting, 

“Your wish is my command angel.” And you knew you were a goner as the first orgasm washed over you but she kept going. 

Your body felt like a live wire as you met her thrust for thrust until Ashton held your hips down and Kaykay fucked into you. You could feel your coherent thoughts slipping and Ashton noticed immediately. 

“One more peachy. Fuck one out of her.” And you could only watch as he jerked himself off, his own moans mixed with yours as you felt the euphoria fill your body, eyes falling shut as she kept her movements before shuddering over you, switching off the custom strap on. 

“Thank you peachy.” You whispered as she used her tongue to clean you up, lapping at your pussy before crawling up your body. 

“No, thank you angel. You put me in my place when I needed it. You feeling up to a day of just us?” And you felt yourself cuddling closer to her body, making her chuckle. 

“Day of us it is. I’ll make some breakfast, why don’t you two clean up?” Ashton presses a kiss to your temple as Kaykay held you tightly. 

“Sounds perfect. C’mon angel, maybe if we hurry, we can convince daddy to make some blueberry pancakes.” And the grin that spread across your lips relaxed her instantly. 

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Thanks Sheriff

Requested by @l0ve-0f-my-life

Hey me again lol, could u plssss do a Jim hopper x younger!fem!reader smut? She’s of legal age (obvs) She’s hanging out with the party (cause she’s Dustin’s sister) and Billy’s there and tries to flirt with her, but she ends up with hopper somehow?

A/N- woah. This is my first time writing for Hopper and I thought I was gonna be awful at writing him but I honestly think this may be one of the best/ better ones I’ve ever written. (I hope you guys like it now since I hyped myself up lmao) Anyways, enjoy!

Warnings- Smut, filth, mostly all dirty shit, swearing, age gap, cop kink/rp? I don’t know if that’s what it’s described as, it's the middle of the night when I finished this so my brain is shut down

You’re standing outside a store at the mall waiting for your brother Dustin and his friends to come out when Billy Hargrove walks up to you and begins harassing you with his shitty pick up lines.

“Hey tie your shoes, I wouldn’t want you falling for someone else” he says running a hand through his hair with his ‘I’m the coolest guy in the world’ smile.

“Nice try Billy, I hate to break it to you though, I’m wearing sandals, and in order to fall for someone else I think I’d have to of fallen for you first.” You try to shut him up but he keeps going. “Let me try again then, I must be a snowflake because I’ve fallen for you” but all you do is say “still not any better” and you can see the look of frustration begin to grow on his face.

He huffs, “fine, I’ll step it up a notch then. Is that mirror in your pocket?” He looks at your ass. “Cause I can see myself in your pants” he says getting closer and slaps your ass before you push him off. “Get the fuck off of me Hargrove, I’m not interested!” You yell before hearing the voice of the sheriff.

“What’s going on here?” He sternly says walking up to the two of you. “Causing more trouble Hargrove aren’t you?” To which Billy shakes his head, not trying to be in trouble with the police again. “No sir I’m not, I was actually just leaving” he says before quickly walking away from the two of you

“Thanks Hopper, um what's the backpack for?” You look at the pink bag he’s holding. “Oh, uh yeah, it’s for El. She’s spending the night a Max’s and forgot it at home, she told me she thought you were taking them to the mall so I figured I’d check here.” He explains

“Well you checked the right place” you giggle. “I can take that off your hands, they’re just inside the store so I’ll give it to her when she comes out” you say, taking the backpack out of his hands and swing it on to your back.

“Thanks a lot Y/N. So I saw Billy was getting a little handsy, what a prick” he scoffs. “Do you want me to catch up and uh do something to him, about what just happened? Hopper whispered to you.

You don’t know what it is about him, he’s El’s dad for Christ sake, but just the way he wanted to protect you from Billy made you feel so safe- and turned on. You’ve always liked an older man, not in a weird way but the way of they’re mature, and have more experience with life, and other things… You’ve never been one to shoot your shot like you’re about to do, but you’re 18 which is legal age and the worst he could say is no.

“I think there’s someone else I rather have you do things to” you whisper as you subtly bite your lip. “W-who?” He asks as his face blushes, but he already knows what the answer is. “Me. I’ll meet you at your house, 7 tonight” you say as you go to turn to walk in the store. “But El” You turn back to look at him, “but El is sleeping at Max’s, we’ll have the house all to ourselves. See you then” you smirk and wink at him before entering the store.

And that’s exactly what you did, you met him at his house at 7 that night, in a short skirt and a tank top, underneath it being a matching lacy bra and panty set.

You knock on the door and wait for him to answer, a look of shock on his face as he opened it. “Wow… you actually came, uh come in, please come in” he welcomes you into his house. “Did you take me for a liar?” You ask

“I- uh- no, I didn’t, I just wasn’t fully sure if you were joking or not, but I’m really glad you’re not” he reassures you. “Why don’t you show me how glad you are?” You smirk

He leads the way into the bedroom, the two of you exchanging kisses on any place you could get to. Necks, lips, jaws, wherever you could find.

“Take you clothes off” he orders you, but you decide to be a brat, “Hm, why should I?”, to which he rolls his eyes and strictly says “because I’m an officer, and you listen when a cop tells you to do something, understand?”

“Yes sheriff” you smirk and stand up, pulling your shirt over your head and your skirt down your legs, leaving you in just your bra and panties, not for long though because those were quickly removed too.

You climb on the bed sitting up after removing your clothing, Hopper still in his uniform.

“Put your hands above your head” he instructs as he unbuttons his top and throws it to the floor. “Don’t know if I can do that sheriff” you innocently say to him before he starts walking towards you. “Well I can” he says pushing you back into the bed and pinning your hands about your head before roughly kissing you

“You know people who don’t follow rules and listen to the officer tend to get in more trouble” he says after breaking the kiss. “Maybe that’s something I’m willing to risk” you whisper as he quickly flips you over placing you so you’re lying on your stomach. “Get on your knees, face down, ass in the air” he directs and you do so, deciding to follow his rules this time

“Maybe some handcuffs will teach you a lesson ay?” He says before quickly grabbing you arms and placing them behind your back, locking your hands in the metal cuffs. “That’s better” he speaks, letting go of your cuffed hands and slapping your bare ass. “I think it’s time someone puts you in your place”

You can’t physically see what he’s doing, but you can hear the metal on his belt coming undone and dropping to the floor, his pants following.

He walks up behind you and pushes his clothed erection against your ass. “You feel what you do to me? What should I do about this?” He asks. “I think you should fuck me” you answer getting wetter at the touch of his hard erection. “I think that’s the smartest thing you said all night” he says before pulling down his underwear and teasing your entrance with his tip.

“God you’re so fucking wet for me, makes it so easy for me to just slide right in” and not even a second later, he roughly slams into you, causing a roaring moan to escape your mouth.

He grabs onto the cuffs on your hands placed behind your back for support as he begins to pound into you- not going easy, heavy breathing and whispering “fuck” under his breath.

You on the other hand, could barely get the word fuck out of you mouth. You just took it and moaned like you never have before, he didn’t give you anytime to build your moans up, he started fast and it felt fucking incredible, something you never felt before.

He continues slamming you, but this time slapping your ass and gripping it to keep balance, before he begins to move and reposition himself slightly, almost as he was looking for something.

“W-what are you -oh fuck- doing?” You moan out. “You’ll see” he slaps your ass hard, causing you to yelp.

He repositions himself one last time before thrusting into your g spot hard, causing you to scream out a moan, with the sound of you and slapping skin filling the air. “Found it” he smirks.

He repeatedly pounds into your g spot as you repeatedly scream out many different phrases, “Fuck officer you feel so good” “I love having you inside me, you fill me up so well” and many- many- moans, until you feel yourself getting close.

“F-fuck” you moan out. “S-so close” you whimper. “You wanna cum babygirl? You want to cum all over a police officers cock like a dirty girl?”

“Y- yes please!” You moan out in pleasure. “Then do it, cum all over my dick like a little slut”

And as soon as he said that, that’s what you did, you let the knot in your stomach go and you moaned as loud as you can as your whole body was shaking along to the pretty noises coming out of your mouth. He kept thrusting as you came down from your messy moaning high, but not for long though, quickly pulling out of you.

He grabs you by the handcuffs and pulls you up to a sitting position on your knees, your hands still tight behind your back being unable to use them before placing himself in front of you.

“That mouth sure likes to speak like a brat so show me what else it can do” he shoves his cock in your mouth and begins to thrust in and out as you suck and lick his cock. “That’s it princess, god you take me so fucking good, all mine, not that fucking Hargrove kid, mind” he says before placing a hand on the back of your head, pushing it down to take him further as he face fucks you.

“I’m getting really fucking close- really close. I’m gonna-“, that’s all he could say before you ran your tongue up on the vein along his length, making his cock twitch in your mouth, causing him to explode and shoot his hot cum down your throat, you swallowing it all.

He takes a few seconds to cool off and get his breathing back under control before standing up and walking to the back of you to unhook your handcuffs.

He finally sets your arms free as you get up and run a hand down his chest, “wow sheriff, I think I might have to be a bad girl more often” you smirk

“Watch it, you might get yourself locked up here for a night with that mouth” he slaps your ass one last time

“If what we just did will always be my punishment, I don’t think I’d mind being locked up here for a night” you shrug your shoulders. “Tonight was amazing, thanks sheriff” you wink