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applied for benifits......... been feeling sick ever since đ
#hate how being scared of phone calls is a meme thing that ppl make fun of#this shit fucks me up#& I'm so fucking ashamed of it#my mum said I won't get accepted because I have like 800 bucks in savings. from my grandma's inheritance#I just want the free bus pass that comes with benifits tbh.#I can only leave the house twice a month on pocket money#&... I don't want to rely on my mum for everything. I know I can't get a job.#but does that really mean I'll never be able to do anything on my own?#that everywhere I go & everything I do has to be approved of by my parents?#my dad hates me. I don't want his money
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having a baby with marshall mathers/eminem
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headcanon includes timeline, pregnancy and after birth bullet points
for the purpose of this headcanon the baby is called romy
timeline
i imagine marshall to also be young in this universe â 24 years old, can barely keep a job down. you work multiple jobs to pull through college. becoming parents was the last thing on your mind
finding out you were pregnant was a shock; as much sex as you two had, you always made sure to be protected, so when you suddenly realised your period was late and took a pregnancy test your heart literally dopped
you literally dropped everything, crammed the test into your pockets and marched through the frosty detroit morning to the restaurant marshall was currently employed under and asked to see him
marshall assured you that whatever conclusion you came to would be right and would support you no matter what
that definitely was the biggest weight lifted off your shouldersâthe reassurance that marshall would stick with you if you decided to keep the baby
it was definitely a tough decision and took you almost two weeks to completely make up your mind
you ofc decided to keep the baby (otherwise whats the point of this headcanon?)
marshall promised to that he would be by your side and support his new family
literally 5 seconds after you told him you wanted to keep the baby, he pulled out a ring and said âthank god cause this is just a good excuse to marry youâ
and we all know that having a child in marriage is far easier (but marshall also loved you and wouldâve married you anyways)
baby mathers would be born on december 25th aka christmas because it would just be the best christmas present
what it would include (during pregnancy)
i feel like marshall is the type to be extra careful with you; offering his arm or hand when walking down steps, not letting you carry heavy things, making sure you cannot be hurt in whatever it is you are doing. and if any of his friends did something harmless but he saw it as a danger, he would be so pissed off
i also think itâs very possible for him to call your unborn baby âbaby mathers; little slimâ something sweet that builds a connection
i imagine marshall to be very helpful with things around the house or other things that need to be done but heâll definitely be pissed a few times because even though he understands that youâre supposed to relax and take care of yourself and the baby, he feels an extra burden so maybe he snaps once or twice? he immediately apologises but itâs a lot for a man who constantly takes new jobs and tries to be the best husband and father
i 100% see him talking to your stomach. heâll talk to his daughter, catch her up on life and what heâs doing
âhello baby, itâs daddy. mommy only has a few months left before we finally get to meet you. donât take too long though because mama is startinâ to get very tired. the doctor said that youâre due for christmas. now daddy isnât one who belives in destiny but you my little lady are goinâ to be our little christmas present. daddy has no money right now and that makes him feel like a bum but heâll work extra hard to give you everything you ever want⌠if you ever want a unicorn you just come and let daddy know, okay?â
i have this gut feeling that he tries to hide his feelings. during this time marshall is so overwhelmed. heâs happy to welcome his daughter, stressed because he doesnât know how long his job will last and how much money he can put down. youâll find him crying in the kitchen one night after you wake up and couldnât feel him beside you. you let him cry alone knowing he needed alone time
marshall will try to honour your cravings and buy you anything you want. if heâs short on money or canât leave he will ask deshaun to swing by (and shaun cannot say no to you)
the d12 group will 100% pledge allegiance to baby mathers!! like you just now that as soon as you hang out together theyâre gonna talk about how baby mathers will be protected at all costs, no oneâs gonna f*ck with her etc. itâs like theyâre her bodyguards ready to get at anyoneâs neck who would even dare take a wrong glance at her
marshallâs arm would drape over your stomach when you two sleep at night. his arm would go from lying on a flat surface to a montain but he didnât seem to mind. it was a habit he picked up
when you get closer to your due date this man would be stressed!! i mean stressed! any call out (shit, fuck, no, yes, what, literally the list goes on and on) would have a panting marshall by your side in less than a few seconds. heâs just waiting for your water to break. heâs extra careful during the last weeks because at this point youâre also stressed and just want the pregnancy to be done with
so when your water does finally break you know the bag is packed and in less than 5 minutes youâre on your way to the hospital, i just know it
extra: during labour heâs so supportive: holding your hand, motivating you, but deep inside heâs so much more stressed than you are lmao
what it would include (after birth)
he would not be able to let go of her. any time you turn away and look back heâd have little romy in his arms, literally hearts in his eyes as he stares down at her
you both decided on breastfeeding but you bought formula so that he could feed her and seeing him holding her in his arms feeding her the bottle makes your heart skip a beat. it allowed him to be as close to her as you were during feedings
he is absolutely obsessed with her hands. he loves how her baby hand wraps around his finger, and when sheâs older the feeling of her small hand in his as it engulfs hers
plus he loves carrying her. he just loves the closeness. he will carry his baby girl anywhere and everywhere
marshall would be so proud to show her off to his friends. and if she wasnât with him heâd find any reason to talk about her. they could be talking about the best ways to make a drink and heâd just start rambling about baby romy. some of them playfully roll their eyes but understand where heâs coming from
heâll definitely be overwhelmed the first months when she wakes up crying in the middle of the night because it just adds to the stress but will never openly complain about it. he toughens up and goes to her room to calm her down
heâd have an addiction with baby clothes and browsing around stores literally fighting himself wether or not he actually needs to buy certain things
heâll only address his daughter as âbabyâ to the point you tell him to start calling her romy because sheâd probably start to believe that baby was her name
marshall would definitely beat himself up trying to live up to his own expectations as a father. having no father to look up to, he tries to do his daughter justice but feels like he fails her in certain moments. those moments similar to those during pregnancy, he would sit alone in the kitchen just thinking about how to make things right
heâd insist on bringing baby romy EVERYWHERE. this man cannot stay away from her for longer than a few hours. sheâs his serotonin, his lifeline
heâd have a piggy bank for her where he would put a 1/4 of his pay into so that she would be able to buy things she wanted
romy (and you) would serve as his main inspiration for music and also motivate him to work hard to make it out of greensbriar
after his rise to fame, despite his busy work schedule, marshall tries to spend as much time with her as possible
he tries to do few shows so that heâs not away from her and you for too long
with the rise of fame, his income flooded in. marshall buys her almost everything she wants. not stuff she doesnât need but a lot. heâs not spoiling her in the way you think. he just wants her to have everything he didnât have and make her happy. and if buying her a fourth barbie doll makes his baby smile then he will buy her that fourth barbie doll!!
though romy serves as his drive and motivation and inspiration for many of his songs, he tries to keep her out of the spotlight and out of hollywood. as soon as heâs done recording, attending award shows etc. heâs back on a plane to detroit to see his baby the only lady he adores (see what i did? ofc you did.)
heâd just be such an amazing father which you remind him of every day. he still doubts a lot but heâs starting to know his impact on her life
also romy comes before anything else!! daddy-daughter-day at kindergarten? sorry dre but this recording will be postponed. tour dates fall onto romyâs first day of school? yeah that tour night ainât happeningâi think you get what iâm trying to say. nothing will stop him from experiencing milestones and important memories in her life and in his life as a father (learned what not to do from his father)
the older she gets the more sentimental he becomes. seeing his baby grow up makes him sad and proud at the same time. sheâs not only his whole world but she is the reason for him breathing and continuing in life even if it seems that life doesnât want him to win
you made romy a cd with all the songs dedicated or about her from her daddy so when sheâs in her room playing with dolls whatever, his songs are on repeat and the sight of it could make him fall to his knees (metaphorically speaking)
when romy turns 4 and older sheâll randomly make him watch her self choreographed dances or sing along to his songs and you best believe he is smiling and clapping after EVERY performance his baby girl gives!! heâs her number 1 fan. he even encourages her to show his friends and you already now theyâre hyping up their little lady
and when romy is 15, oh sheâs gonna rap him some of his songs and heâll have the same reaction. maybe even share the stage for one song? who knows?
marshall is known for his rap and not for his cooking for a reason but he has few recipes like pancakes or foods he grew up with that are staples and enjoys cooking them for romy (she has her dadâs tastebuds 100%)
when romy has nightmares heâll let her sleep in your bed for as long as she needs to feel safe again (deep down he never wants his baby to leave)
#eminem x you#eminem x y/n#eminem headcanon#eminem x reader#eminem imagine#eminem imagines#eminem fanfic#eminem fanfiction#eminem#marshall mathers x y/n#marshall mathers x you#marshall mathers headcanon#marshall mathers x reader#marshall mathers imagines#marshall mathers imagine#marshall mathers fanfiction#marshall mathers
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idk if youâve done this before and i missed it, but if you could rewrite the entirety of Before The Storm what would you do? i know itâs a loaded question but iâm curious.
Oh wow, this is a loaded ask. Which is fantastic because those are my favorite kinds! Not to write a book (I say, fully knowing that I am going to write a book), but I would personally:
Change Chloe's Dynamic With David:
A: David and Chloe ending Before The Storm on semi good terms (if you make certain choices) has never made a ton of sense to me considering what we see in Life Is Strange. So I would start Episode 1 with David and Chloe on mostly negative terms, and then end Episode 3 with them on bad terms. I would also have David be already living with them for a few months by the time the game starts. For an example of how I would show their relationship deterioration:
More Undercut (And by more undercut I mean I went all the way to M. This is one of those "I'm having a stage ten autism event," posts.)
B: In Episode 1 I would have them make small talk about the music to show that their dynamic isn't at the point where they fight constantly. However, then Joyce makes David drive Chloe to school, and when he drops her off he tells her not to worry Joyce by sneaking out. Then in Episode 2, Chloe would be called to the office for skipping school with Rachel. In the parking lot, David's controlling side would show and he would be angry that the she "disobeyed his orders". They get into an argument that leads to Chloe storming off. Then in Episode 3 when she (Spoilers for a later section) comes back from her failed escape attempt with Rachel, David is fucking livid that he's told her something twice and she hasn't obeyed. They get into a fight where Chloe says that David isn't her Dad and David responds by grabbing her arm and trying to force her to listen to him. They have a small scuffle, but Chloe gets her arm free and leaves the house.
Change Things About Rachel's Parents:
C: Rachel's Dad being an overprotective DA doesn't line up with what we're told in Life Is Strange about him not looking for her. So, I would personally change Rachel's parents to be people who really care about their image, but not their daughter. They would want Rachel to be seen, but not heard. Which obviously puts them into conflict with Rachel, who is very defiant about that idea.
D: Instead of Rachel seeing James kiss Sera under the tree, Rachel would be set off by a an ugly text from her Father. He'd get onto her after learning that Rachel rebelled by skipping school with Chloe, and Rachel would talk to Chloe about how she didn't realize how bad her family was when she was younger. This conversation is what lead's to the tree being set on fire. (I'd also have the fire be smaller and more contained so it would make more sense why Rachel and Chloe presumably never got in trouble over it.)
Remove The Sera/Damon Plotline:
E: I hate this plotline, so I would remove all of it. I've said before that I would remove the drug plotline entirely, but on further thought I think I'd actually use this plotline to explain more of Chloe and Frank's dynamic and how it got to where Chloe can kill him in Life Is Strange.
F: Chloe would call Frank early in Episode 2 and ask if she could borrow some money from him. She would have the intention of using it to escape from Arcadia before Frank could get it repaid, but Frank says that he won't worry about the repayment if Chloe will steal the money Drew owns him.
G: Instead of staying with Mikey or confronting Damon, Chloe would be caught by Mikey, who would ask what she was doing in Drew's room. At this point, she could lie and steal the money or come clean and return it to him.
H: If you return the money or pocket it for Chloe and Rachel, Frank will be pissed and say the only reason he isn't loosing his shit on Chloe is because Rachel is around and she's a "good kid." (I will not let y'all forget that Rachel was 15 and Frank was 28.) But he'll say he'll be willing to give her another chance with his cash if she's willing to add finical interest to what he loans her. If you give Frank the money then he'll thank Chloe and say that he's open to giving her more cash in the future, but he expects that it'll be paid back to the penny.
Explore Why Rachel And Chloe Never Left Arcadia Bay In Episode 3
I: Since the drug plot's mostly gone, Episode 3 would have a different plot. I would have Chloe and Rachel leave Arcadia Bay at the end of Episode 2 and open Episode 3 with them in some diner in a small town outside of Arcadia. Rachel would be giddy and talk to Chloe about everything they were going to do now that they're out of Arcadia.
J: However, Chloe is struggling being in a diner that isn't the Two Whales. She's worried about leaving Joyce despite their tense relationship since she's already lost one parent. She's also worried about the truck because she's never fixed a car before. She's realistic enough to know that it might not make it all the way to LA. Chloe talks about her fears and Rachel is too desperate to leave to really take in the worries Chloe has. Though reality does get to her a bit when the waiter brings the bill for their big breakfast and they realize how much it costs just to eat.
K: At this point Chloe has realized that this isn't sustainable. At least, not right now. They don't have anywhere to go. They don't have enough cash to last for long. The car they have barely runs. She tells Rachel that they should go back for now, and Rachel spirals a bit. She accuses Chloe of giving up on their dream when it's in their grasp, and Chloe has to backtalk her down. If she wins the backtalk, then Rachel will realize that she's right and solemnly agree to back. If Chloe loses the back talk then Rachel is furious with her, but agrees to return with her simply because she doesn't have the resources to go to LA alone. However, if Chloe loses the backtalk, the Rachel is notably colder to her for the rest of the game.
L: Chloe would drop Rachel off at her house, and then would go back home to face Joyce. This is where the confrontation with David would happen. Chloe would go back to the junkyard afterward, and would call Rachel to ask if they could meet up. Rachel would agree to meet with her once it got dark since she was grounded for leaving.
M: This is the final scene. Chloe would try to make everything up to Rachel by projecting stars on the ceiling on the junkyard hangout. Rachel would be amazed that Chloe made such a sincere effort to cheer her up, and the girls would spend a moment watching the stars before Rachel turned to Chloe. She would ask "Chloe. Do you think we'll ever really get out of Arcadia Bay?" and Chloe can make her final choice in the game...she can tell Rachel either "I don't know" or "I hope so." The choice holds no consequence because their ending has been decided. It won't change no matter what Chloe says in the moment. Yet, fate spins along, and Rachel accepts what Chloe has to say. The game closes with them watching the fake stars together, contemplating their fake future.
So uh...sorry for the entire book, but that's what I would do personally!
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Independence is Overrated ((Yandere yn x darling Hizashi))
Hizashi thinks that he can slip under the radar and hide things from his partner, but then he's shown just how dependent he really is.
Trigger warnings: Yandere, kidnapping, financial manipulation, abandonment
He knew he had been kidnapped, he knew his partner wasn't okay. But he had been there for a few years and had earned as much freedom as he could. He lived a somewhat normal life, other than the fact that all his income is handed directly over to he partner and they decide what the money is used on.
Soon, he gets cocky. Slightly breaking the little rules that don't mean much. Then he steps it up, trying to hide little bits of pocket change when he can. Eventually, he's got his own little bit of finance, and he's slowly realizing how much control he's given up to his partner. So he keeps going, trying his best to secretly keep some independence and ween himself off of his partners "support", as they call it.
Then his partner finds out, but they don't do anything. Hizashi is nervous, but if they don't say anything then neither will he. The next morning, he wakes up in a small cabin with no windows and locked doors. It has enough food to last for two months, and if he only reads one a day he'll have enough books to last him until the two months are up. There's also a note from his partner, plainly explaining what has now become Hizashi's worst nightmare:
"You think I wouldn't find out about your secret money stash? How stupid do you think I am Hizashi? Since you wanna be so independent now, here's your own house for the next two months. Don't bother trying to leave, you can't. Now here's the fun part: I used to make all of your meals for you, you never had to worry about any of that. You don't even know how to cook, but I've made sure that cooking is the only way you can safely eat any real meals with the food I've given you. I'll be back in two months, and if you're still alive, we can discuss the new, stricter rules you'll have."
UPDATED VERSION MOSTLY WRITTEN BY @koi-fish69 :
Hizashi finds out real fast his love didn't take his independence. Cooking is hard, laundry is tedious, keeping up with his house is boring. His love was so willing to take everything into their own hands so he could worry about simple fun stuff all the time. More time for reading, his games, his hobbies and friends. By the time they come to collect him his facial hair is a mess, he's got dead ends, lost weight. He's groveling at their feet with tears in his eyes to go home. He's sorry. He wont do it again. He's so grateful for them and all they do for him
Of course they take him home, coddling him and holding him in their lap throughout the entire car ride. When they get home they have no issue pampering him, helping him clean up and making him a nice hearty meal, but of course they mention once or twice that none of this would've happened if Hizashi just behaved.
As they bathe him he's reminded, when they clean up his face he's reminded, brush and trim his hair hair he's reminded, when his plate is set down along with a kiss on the forehead that's collected a few pimples he's reminded He already knew that but having it beat into his head all day as he's gripping his love while they cuddle in bed. As if he thinks tomorrow he'll wake up and still be in the cabin all alone and suffering. As they clean up the mess he calls a beard they remind him.
At the end of the day he doesn't need to be reminded anymore, he knows what got him into that mess, and he knows it was his own fault. It'll take him a while to get his health back on track, but he trusts his love. He knows they'll never hurt them unless he makes them do it.
And his love goes about their business as if those two months never happened They once again devote their days to caring for him, and soon enough he's back on track, even if sometimes he still has nightmares about the cabin. But his love is there for those to! Holding him to their chest as he cries. Rubbing his back to sooth him as they ground him. He's ok, he's at home, in his bed, with them. No need to cry anymore, it was just a nightmare of a time long past. With a drink of either water or milk he's put back to bed knowing he's safe, loved, and cared for.
#tw kidnapping#tw yandere#tw abandonment#tw financial manipulation#yandere#yamada hizashi#my hero acedamia#bnha#yandere reader#reader x present mic#reader beware#present mic
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Hello friends! Here is my contribution to the Bakugou Birthday Bash! The master link will be linked here ! Please enjoy my bit of an angsty fic! And all of the other art and works that are on the master list! Enjoy the big bakugou blow out and remember to leave a comment on your favorite pieces! Happy birthday ya shitty man! (Lowkey become 3d please)
Warning: he's 28 btw đ (my fic says so also)
It shouldn't be this fucking hard to get groceries and booze. It's a quick and easy errand. Everything already pre-ordered for an important birthday that just needed to be picked up. And yet here you were crying in your car trying to get it together before the attendant asked for the order name. Honestly you had texted out "I can't do this today. Sorry." Several times before deleting it, telling yourself not to hit send. But you would have to be having the worst mental day of your life wouldn't you? Today of all days, how fucking selfish of you.
Especially with the amount of time and effort you and Kirishima had put into this idea. Since New Year's actually, months and months of planning after the two of you had gotten shit faced at Denki and Mina's new years party, creating the brain child. All after bonding over switching patrol partners six months before, you had gotten Bakugou and he had gotten Ashido. Kirishima and yourself giggle over stupid things to the side of the party, people watching as you took shots. Kirishima points towards a normally grumpy blonde.
"Wow I think he's actually having fun." You snort, as you watch Bakugou hide his rare cat smile behind a sip of his beer as Mina makes Denki the butt of a joke.
"He actually loves parties. He never says it so people just think he's a wet blanket." Kirishima laughs, pouring the two of you another shot. Bakugou lets out a particularly loud laugh after 'Dunce Face' proves Mina's point. I guess that would be the time that it started.
When you started to fall. His laugh makes your cheeks deepen in hue and burn, to want to hear it again, to watch it again and learn all of the other sides of your patrol partner that he obviously only reserved for his closest friends.
"Let's throw him a great birthday party." You say, holding up your shot as a devilish smile spreads over sharp teeth. The mountainous man clinks your shot glass before he adds.
"Let's." In unison the two of you down the burning liquid as the plan comes into fruition.
Four months, four months and nineteen days of you thinking of nothing but your patrol partner with whom you got extremely close with since New Year's. So why? Why today of all days were you struggling? Why would normal everyday tasks feel more as if you were wading through mud than the breeze they should have been? You flip down the visor, looking yourself in the eye through little square mirror as you grit your teeth hissing
"Get your shit together."
Your little pep talk helps you get the several cakes and the cart full of booze that everyone requested, planning to make this the best birthday ever. Helping Kirishima set his house up with decorations, setting out the snacks, catering and even pouring some drinks as guests began to arrive to set down their gifts and help with the last minute touches before hiding. Masking through the pit in your stomach as you smiled at all of your friends as they poured in through Kirishima's door. Through the weighted emptiness you felt as each one wrapped you into a tight hug, already praising you and Kirishima for the amazing effort, that Bakugou would be so surprised when it was more than just you and Kirishima here. . Finally you had to go and get the guest of honor just before sundown to catch him before he went to bed. A much needed breather from the constant smiling and forcing a laugh that everyone thought sounded genuine.
Enjoying the silence of the evening train as it pulled you across town to the unsuspecting blonde. And maybe you could have made it through the night from your shitty pep talk or at least through getting the freshly 28 year old to his party but instead you catch your reflection in the window. Your facial features weighted with exhaustion, shoulders hunched allowing your body to continue to produce cortisol. Tears prick your eyes as you deep low, too low. Remembering everything and nothing all at once, steeping in guilt as you beg yourself for just a few more hours. That the depression episode can happen when you're home and alone, after the party goes off without a hitch. Tears fall anyway and they do all the way to Bakugou's until you finally get enough control to step out of yourself for a moment. Ringing the doorbell several times as a smile is plastered on your face, the door swings open. Bakugou's eyes narrow as they take you in, he notices that something is off. Your smile is a little too wide, your eyes rimmed red but he says nothing about it. Instead he lets his initial anger come forth.
"Oi! I told you to fuckin' text me when you were on the train so I could meet you at the station!" He growls, slamming his door shut and pocketing his keys. Deadly and sweaty hands deep in the pockets of his leather jacket as his palms itch to hold onto something else. Garnet eyes track your own hands as you reach over your head stretching.
"Yea yea, I hear you Dad." You tease giving him a look, "I still made it okay."
"Kirishima should have come instead of you that fuckin hair for brains." He snarls keeping pace with you as he always does on patrol.
"I know Dad must be sad cause his favorite didn't come to pick him up." You try not to sound dejected, nudging him in the ribs to distract from the crack in your voice, "Happy birthday ya big lug."
Bakugou cuts you a glare, mind racing before his barks out a "Thanks."
Comfortable silence stretches between the two of you before you two hit the train station, passing a corner store.
"Was shitty hair burning dinner? Do I need to stop for back up?" His thumb hooks over his shoulder towards the neon as he stands idle waiting for you to jog your memory. Kirishima had burned the last friend's dinner making Bakugou so angry he walked six blocks to make something that was 'FUCKIN EDIBLE!' while you tried to air out his apartment. You laugh loudly, genuinely for the first time that day causing Bakugou's shoulders to sag with relief. In the ten months he had been working with you he had only seen you faking a smile or laugh once or twice. Then the time after that you were absent from work the next day or two forcing him to patrol with Denki but worse yet...making him worry.
"Guess I'll grab something just in case." He gave you his back so you wouldn't see his face or the faint blush that dusted his cheeks.
"No, no! I ordered out this time. From that famous chef you like." Bakugou glares your way, digging in his back pocket for his wallet.
"How much." He demands through gritted teeth while you show him the palms of your hands in surrender.
"Woah woah! It's your birthday gift! You can't pay me back for dinner! I'd sooner burn the money before I'd accept it from you!" Your watch dings with a message from Kirishima asking for an ETA. You grab onto Bakugou's hand pulling him along into a run as you shout over your shoulder.
"We're gonna be late!"
Oh how Bakugou wished you hadn't done that, he was already struggling to keep his heart beat even when you were around and now to grab onto him. To pull him along in a hurry like those cheesy insta posts that couples did on their "grand adventure" together. He swallows the lump in his throat as he reminds himself that you are nothing more than his patrol partner. His friend at best.
Even though the train was mostly empty Bakugou stood closely by you, as he always did when the two of you were in a crowded space. He had seen how most men took advantage of the situation and he hated the idea of that happening to you although he knew you were more than capable of handling it on your own. Hell you could kick even his ass but he would die before ever admitting that. Instead he watches you talk about what you ordered for dinner and how you got the cake from that bakery Sato works part time at, the same one he got your birthday cake from but he doesn't hear a word. Instead all he can see is the golden light from the setting sun worshiping you. Kissing your skin to make it glow, giving your eyes a hue that makes his heart fall into his stomach and illuminating you in a true light. A radiant ethereal thing is what you were and Bakugou was just lucky enough to be standing by you. So out of it he doesn't realize the two of you are at your stop.
"Uh Suki?" Your voice is soft paired with the setting sun has him acting weird. He leans closer to you, pulled by some invisible force before he stops himself as he watches you look up at him beneath long lashes.
"You okay?" You ask almost nervously from his proximity, the smell of spice and caramel wrap around you making you feel warm and fuzzy. Temporarily making you forget that you were trying to act on the train, making you relax as you just talked to Bakugou. He sucks his teeth as he picks up your bag to sling over his shoulder.
"Yea but you were gonna forget your whole damn purse like you always do." He huffs, this time he was the one pulling at your hand in a rush before the doors closed to trap you two on the train. His hand feels warm in yours, his grip tight as he drags you along before pulling you within his sight, another habit of his you happened to notice. Almost reluctantly he lets go of you hand as Kirishima's house comes into view.
"We better have a good time tonight patrol Princess or you owe me a special birthday gift." He laughs causing you to roll your eyes at his stupid nickname that stuck after your first day with him, adamant that the two of you take your route instead of his it was a huge argument. But it was a good thing he listened to the "princess", it put the two of you smack dab in the middle of a robbery. You stick out your tongue.
"Trust me. You're gonna have a good time!" You push him up the steps as he bats away your hands. Opening the front door before everyone jumps out of various and bad hiding spots.
"SURPRISE!!" All of the alumni of class A and some of B shout, a select few already slurring their words. Bakugou's scowl turns into a smirk before he looks over his shoulder at you.
"Aw you did this to me?" His voice is teasing but his eyes almost sparkle, you nod encouraging him to go deeper into the party. As he does people flock to him laughing and yelling out happy birthday until he's sick of hearing it. All the while your smile wanes with the night. Until an hour in that heavy episode hits you full force. Numbness setting in where happiness should be, rotting as it turns to shame and guilt as you watch your friend, your crush, enjoy his night. Bringing a glass bottle to his lips as he talks with Kirishima, who then presses a shot into his hands. Bodies dancing to the house music that beat out of the speakers competing with chatter and laughter.
It felt weird to watch everyone truly enjoying themselves while you felt low. It felt more as if you were standing outside of the house, looking in through the window to see everyone enjoying themselves, no one even knowing who you were as you stared in.
You felt distant, alone. What a shitty way to feel in a room full of people, none of it being their fault and so the guilt pressed harder. Eyes watering as they lingered on the blonde who deserved this celebration and more. Making you decide to give the best birthday gift of them all.
To slip away upstairs and onto the roof, to give the room space to breathe when you felt like suffocating.
Crying to no one but the moon.
And no one noticed. Two hours slip by before Kirishima insists that Bakugou make a wish and eat cake before everyone gets too drunk too. The entire house drunkenly sings happy birthday but Bakugou notices a voice missing. Yours that's just a touch off key, not to mention he didn't hear you say the stupid nickname 'Suki' where his name should be in the song. Plus you weren't one to miss out on dessert. For as long as Bakugou has been working with you, you never turned down the opportunity for sweets. Whether that was taking the long way back to the agency to try to catch a certain street vendor or to hover by the deserts at a party to pick the very best treat.
And if it was a birthday party, you never could shut up that y'all could not leave until after they blew out the candles and made a wish.
His eyes linger for a second longer, making sure he didn't miss you before his heart sinks. He takes in a sharp inhale, thinks on his wish and blows out the candles.
Meanwhile you hear the cheers of everyone down stairs and sob into your knees. You missed your favorite part of birthdays. Of hoping they make a wish that comes true, of watching their face as they think of something quickly or how some people tear up when they finally realize just how loved they are on their birthday.
It isn't long after that do you hear the sound of combat boots on shingles. Whipping your head up in the direction of the sound. Stomach clenching with guilt as you watch Bakugou walking towards you with a slice of cake.
"Brought ya some cake, since I didn't hear you sing off key to me." He says sinking down beside you as you furiously wipe at your tears.
"I'm-um."
"You don't gotta explain yourself to me." He snarls as you stare dumbly at your cake, "You know that."
"I knowâŚ" Silence passes slowly, the moon shines overhead and the party carries on below.
"Well, I'm waiting!" Bakugou says dramatically, "You gonna sing or am I gonna have to sing to myself?"
"Oh." It makes you giggle a bit before you blush, realizing he is serious. You take a deep breath before singing "just off key" when you don't, to him.
"Sukiiiiii!" Relief washes over his features when he hears the dumb ass name, "Happy birthday to youuuuuu!"
"Okay, now you can eat the damn cake." He grunts, his smile never wavering as he looks to the empty street below. You follow his eyes, chewing the inside of your lip, setting the cake down.
"What'd you wish forâŚ" Curiosity gets the better of you and earns his intense gaze. He smirks, scoffing at the end.
"You always say you shouldn't tell or it won't come true." He laughs at your pout, before he finally admits "I wished for courage."
With a furrowed brow you give him a puzzled look, he just holds your gaze.
"Why? You're like the bravest hero I know!" Bakugou can hear the truth in your voice, you aren't saying it just to fucking stroke his ego.
You actually meant it, making this conversation that much harder.
"Yea except when it comes to this one thing I want to do. Its fuckin easy and I've done it hundreds of times just as I'm about to do it I fucking back down cause I'm probably fuckin reading into things too much." He leans in closer, again his smell mesmerizes you, causing your body to visibly relax, "Too much of a fuckin bitch, thinking she doesn't want me like I want her. So I wished for the courage to follow through. To fuckin' just do it."
Your heart is racing out of your chest before one of his hands finds the nape of your neck pulling you into a feverish kiss. Teeth gnashing from the passion, lips perfectly modeling to the other before tongues lightly dance around one another. Lengthening seconds into hours with just a few head tilts and plush lips. You moan into his mouth, he pulls away, eyes clouded with lust as a string of spit connects your tongues. He pants, face flushed and his hand warm, almost burning at the nape of your neck, the shingle by his hand charred from restraint as he pants out.
"I wished for you."
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Secret admirer - Kaz Brekker
Request: yep âHelloâşď¸! can you please write something for Kaz where the reader loves to read, and she keeps finding books she's mentioned wanting to read on her bed and she doesn't know where they are coming from, but it turns out Kaz has been stealing them for her? you don't have to, but I think it would be sweet. thanks tons!!!!â Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader Summary: youâre trying to figure out who keeps sending you books Warnings: none! Word count: 1.6K A/N: this request is so sweet omg!! thank you for requesting it, enjoy reading!
Itâs a rare, slow day. Youâre sitting around a table with Nina and Inej, sharing a plate of waffles with them. Nina is eating most of them, though. Youâre talking to them about a book you read a while ago, but you lost your copy.
âHow does one lose a book?â says Nina through a mouth full of waffles.
âNina, this is Ketterdam. People lose things all the time. Half of the time they get robbed.â you say.
âOkay, let me rephrase that; why would anyone steal a book?â says Nina.
You shrug. âMaybe they liked it too so they stole it. Maybe I just lost it. Itâs very possible that itâs collecting dust in the corner of my room as we speak.â you say.
âWhy not buy a new copy?â asks Inej.
âEvery time I visit the bookstore, I look for it, but they never have it.â you say. âI re-read it a lot of times, it was a really good one. Guess Iâll have to find a new favourite.âÂ
Nina pushes the plate of waffles toward you. âYou can have the last one.â she says.
âThanks.â you say, smiling at her and taking the waffle as you get up to go to your room.
Maybe your book would show up, maybe it wouldnât. It was the least of your worries these days.Â
You walk up the stairs to your room, putting the last bit of waffle in your mouth. Tomorrow youâd try the bookstore again, even though you knew it would probably be useless. They never had it, and you doubted theyâd have it tomorrow.Â
And you didnât even have that much time to read anyway. Still, you like to go to the store to check. You like the little store with books cramped into every corner. Youâre pretty sure youâre the only regular customer. Most of the people in Ketterdam who read books go to the university on the other side of the city. They went to nice, big stores. Not like the small one located near you.
You get up early the next day. After putting on some clothes and gathering your weapons, you quickly head out the door. Itâs a nice sunny morning. Itâs not too cold or too hot, the temperature is exactly right.
Youâre enjoying your walk to the bookstore and wave at the owner as you enter.
âStill looking for it?â they say. âOf course.â you say. âI didnât get it.â they say. âAlways worth looking for it anyway.â you say, moving to scan the titles of the books on the shelves.Â
Every time youâd come in, the owner would tell you they didnât get it, and youâd go and look for it anyway. It was a nice routine youâd settled into. With your life consisting only out of chaos, it felt good to have a routine. Even if it was just looking for a book you knew wasnât there.
After looking for it and not finding it, you head out the door, back to the Slat. You walk up the stairs to go and get Nina so you could have breakfast together. When you walk past your door, you pause.
You take a few steps back and look at your door. Youâre certain you locked it when you left earlier this morning. Your hand rests on your weapon as you slowly twist the door knob.
You open the door to find the room empty. You open the doors of your closet and are met by the familiar mess of clothes, no one is hiding in it. Just as youâre moving to leave your room again something catches your eye.
On the bed is a small package. You slowly approach it. Why would anyone break into your room and leave something behind instead of taking something? You eye the package suspiciously, then pick it up.
Itâs heavier than you expected it to be. You frown and shake it a little. It doesnât make any sound. You look up when you hear a knock on your door.
âReady for breakfast?â says Nina. âHey, what do you have there?â
âI donât know.â you say, turning your attention back to the package in your hands. âI just got back from the bookstore and my door was unlocked and this was on my bed.â
âWell?â says Nina, walking over to you. âOpen it!â
âI still find it surprising that your curiosity hasnât gotten you killed.â you say, making Nina snort.
âYouâll never know what it is if you donât open it.â states Nina.
âYouâre right.â you say. You carefully unwrap the package and your eyes land on a book with a beautiful deep blue coloured cover. Nina leans over your shoulder to read the title.Â
âHey!â she says. âIsnât that the book you lost?â
âYes.â you say, confused. You turn the book over in your hands. It looks brand new.
âMaybe someone found it for you and gave it back to you?â says Nina.
âNo, this isnât my copy.â you say, opening it. âThis one looks new, and I write my name on the first page of any book I own.â
âMaybe the bookstore owner got it for you and had it delivered?â says Nina as the two of you walk downstairs.
âNo, I visited them today, they said they didnât have it.â you say. âMaybe they wanted it to be a surprise?â says Nina. You shake your head. âNo, they would have told me.â you say.Â
You spend the entire day trying to figure out who could have possible gifted you the book. And it turned out it was only the beginning. After every conversation youâd have about a book, youâd find a copy of it on your bed.Â
You were a bit flattered and still confused. One day, you get downstairs with yet another new one.
âGot another one.â you say to the rest of the Crows as you sit down between Wylan and Nina.
You put the book on the table and Jesper picks it up, letting out a low whistle. âThis looks expensive.â says Jesper.
âIt is.â you say, helping yourself to a cup of coffee. âI donât get it. I can only think itâs someone who knows me and talks to me. Thatâs the only way they can know exactly which books I like.â
âMaybe itâs the bookstore owner?â offers Wylan. âThe bookstore owner is old and by that I mean at least twice my age if not more. And I'm pretty sure they havenât left the store since they bought it.â you say, shooting his idea down.
âWhat if itâs a student from the university? They could get the books from one of the bigger stores.â says Inej. âIâll eat my hat if some student comes all the way to the Barrel, listens to my conversations, heads back to the university, buys expensive books, walks back to the Barrel, slips into my room and places the books there.â you say.
âWell, they certainly put a lot of effort into making you happy with these books.â says Wylan. âOooh!â says Jesper, wiggling his eyebrows at you. âY/Nâs gotten herself a secret admirer!â You scoff, taking the book from him. âNo I donât.â you say.
âDidnât you just tell us that book is ridiculously expensive?â says Jesper. âYes, but-â âAnd whoever gave it to you, has bought you a lot of books already. Theyâre spending serious money for you.â says Jesper.
âWell then, that rules you out.â you say.Â
Jesper places his hand on his chest and pretends to be in pain. âOuch!â he says. âRude!â
You laugh and finish you coffee. âMaybe theyâll show themselves, maybe they wonât. Iâm getting nice books, so Iâm not complaining.â you say.Â
âI bet itâs that kid that joined two months ago. Heâs been eyeing you.â says Nina. âYouâre making that up.â you say. âHe has been eyeing you, Y/N, Ninaâs got a point.â says Inej. âHeâs what, 15? And if he can buy me books he can buy himself a new coat that doesnât have holes in it.â you say and you get up. âIâll leave you to figure this out.â
You head up to your room to get your coat before you go outside, and a new package catches your eye. You smile as you walk up to it. Itâs wrapped in the same brown paper, but this time thereâs a note attached to it.
You pick up the note and fold it open.
âThey arenât expensive if you donât pay for them. K.â
Your jaw drops as you read the note again and again. K. Was Kaz the one that had secretly been sending you books?Â
They arenât expensive if you donât pay for them. Of course he wouldnât.Â
You smile to yourself as you unwrap the package. And as expected, the latest book you mentioned is in it. You softly laugh to yourself and shake your head. Who would have guessed that the bastard of the Barrel would do something like anonymously send you the books you talk about?
You never really thought he was listening to you. You thought his mind was all about heist and how to make more kruge. But apparently, he did hear you. You set the book down next to your other books, and put the note in your pocket.
You grab your coat and head back downstairs. Just as you reach the last steps, you run into Kaz, deep in conversation with one of the Dregs.Â
He briefly looks at you before continuing his conversation. You take the note out of your pocket and hold it up. You mouth a thank you and he nods at you.
You look at the rest of the Crows, who are still discussing who they think would send you books.
âI figured it out!â you say.
But before they can ask you who it is, youâre out the door, smiling to yourself. Youâd keep this little secret between you and Kaz.
A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Hereâs the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please donât repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit
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Casually (Kankuro x Reader)
Synopsis: All Kankuro wants to do is ask out the cute florist that comes to deliver flowers to the office, but of course working with your siblings means that you can never get a moment of peace.
Word Count: 1,167
Warnings/Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Minor Original Characters, Attempt at Humor, Humor, This Fic is Actually Kinda Ridiculous, Fluff, Nervous!Kankuro, Florist!Reader
Notes: I felt in a bit of a goofy mood so here yâall go
Mr. Watanabe sent Mrs. Watanabe a bouquet of flowers every week like clockwork. Where Mr. Watanabe got the money to be able to shell out for weekly flowers, Kankuro didnât know. After all, not many floral species grew naturally in the deserts of Sunagakure, meaning that the bouquets were grown for a high price in the village green house or they were imported. And with Mrs. Watanabe working as a secretary and Mr. Watanabe working part time in daycare, the large, vibrant vase of flowers served as an unspoken mystery for Kankuro to walk by at least twice a day.
But he had no complaints. Not when you were there, because twice a week you would bring Mrs. Watanabe her flowers. You checked your card, you had her sign, and oftentimes you would chat with her by her desk during slow periods at the Kazekage office. And Kankuro was sure that at the very least, he had held the door open for you once before pretending to be busy nearby. He had a hard time admitting, even to himself, that he felt flustered by a florist. That Kankuro, bodyguard and right hand to the Kazekage, had a difficult time talking to the local florist.
âAnother beautiful selection, Mrs. Watanabe!â Your voice cut through Kankuroâs thoughts. He never spent too much time on the first floor before, but for the past few months he had offered to run paperwork whenever he had the chance. You lightly kicked open the door, a vibrant group of flowers hiding your face. Kankuro looked up from the paperwork that he was discussing with the secretary as you made your way over. You placed the vase on the counter.
âThose are very nice,â Kankuro said, inwardly kicking himself the moment the words left his lips. He tuned out Mrs. Watanabe who raved about the colors in the background. You smiled at the petals before turning your attention to him. Kankuro leaned against the counter in an attempt to look casual.
âRight? I got a whole bunch of seeds from the Land of Water for a really great price. Theyâre just so different and gorgeous.â Kankuro didnât know how to respond. He never engaged in flower discourse before. You motioned to him, eyes lingering to the corner of your vision. âAnd you are MrâŚâ Your forehead scrunched up the slightest bit.
âKankuro,â he provided quickly, âJust Kankuro. And you areâŚâ You offered him your name, although he already knew it. You smiled, but centered your attention on Mrs. Watanabe as you provided her her card and the receipt to sign. When you glanced back at him, you did so expectantly. Kankuro scratched at the back of his neck through his hood. âHey, um, if you ever have some free timeââ
âKankuro!â Temari burst through the stairwell door, her reading glasses on and a few manilla envelopes in her arms. âDid you ever end up processing that paperwork that was supposed to go to the Leaf? They keep sending me letters about how they havenât gotten their copy of the files and I swear Iâm going to shoot down the next Hokage bird that comes to my window.â He held up the small stack of papers in his hands.
âItâs right here. Weâre going to get it by the date that we told them weâd get it, so tell Shikamaru toâŚâ he trailed off, subtly glancing your way before clearing his throat. âTell Shikamaru to wait.â Temari groaned.
âYouâre no help. I swear I have to do everything around here!â You could still hear her frustrated grunts as she retreated back up the stairs. You turned back to Kankuro.
âYou were saying?â You blinked at him and Kankuro had to take a moment to process what it was that you said.
âOh, yeah!â Kankuro almost jumped back as he shook his head. Out of all the missions he ran, all of the times he risked his life for his country, he had never felt as flustered as he did. He kicked himself, trying to channel his usual, self-proclaimed, charming cockiness. âUhââ He leaned back against the counter, extra casual this time. ââSo if youâre free at some point this weekâŚâ
But before he could get the second half of his sentence out, the doors burst open and a flurry of sand spilled across the floor. Gaara trudged in, robes dusty and slightly tattered. Kankuro immediately rushed to his brotherâs side only to be stopped short by Gaaraâs halting palm.
âMrs. Watanabe,â Gaara spoke in his usual gravelly voice. Mrs. Watanabe hummed, perking up behind her desk. Gaara trudged towards the stairwell. âPlease cancel all of my appointments today. I wish to be in my office undisturbed.â She scribbled a few things in her book before holding up a thumb with a wrinkled smile. Â
âWhat happened to you?â Kankuro asked and Gaara stood still.
âThe sand and I got into a disagreement.â
And without another word he disappeared, leaving a large, suspiciously Gaara-sized pile of sand behind. Kankuro let out a sigh, knowing that he would have to add checking in on his brother to the list of things he had to do before the end of the work day. He ran his hands over his face, careful as to not smudge his face paint. You cleared your throat behind him and Kankuro turned to your concerned, dumbfounded expression.
âDoes he do thatââ
ââall the time.â Kankuro nodded and you took a sharp breath inward. A pause overtook the front office as you studied the sand slowly drift across the floor, the front doors still wide open.
âWhelp, um⌠Mrs. Watanabe, you have a great day.â You began to collect your things. Kankuro found himself at a loss as he stood alone in the middle of the entryway. You motioned to him, forehead crinkled again as you thought. âAnd you were trying to tell me something, but I actually have a few more flowers to runââ Kankuro tried not to look disappointed.
âOh, uh, yeah. For sureâŚâ He considered joining his brother in a bit of midday sulking. Maybe the next time around he could approach asking you out more like a mission. Maybe he wouldnât get so uncharacteristically flusteredâ
ââSo why donât you just tell me at dinner tonight.â You maneuvered past him with a smile with your pen pointed in your hand. âThat is, if youâre free tonight. Because if you are, you can just meet me at the flower shop.â Kankuro shook himself out of his shock.
âYeah, that sounds great!â he said with nothing to lean on this time to look casual. He stuck a hand in his pocket as you left through the open doors. Kankuro gave a slight wave with his other. Mrs. Watanabe glanced up from her work over the glasses that sat on the tip of her nose.
âDo you even know where the flower shop is?â
Kankuro shook his head, still a bit dazed.
Notes: Despite the silliness I think I kept everyone in character...?
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An MC Who Treats The Brothers Like a Kindergarten TeacherÂ
Okay, so I know I still have requests. I will get back to them right after this, but I just saw a post that gave me this idea and I had had had to get it out!! Requests will be back after this! Thank you MRS. Green Apple (my favorite band ever) and their song Present for this fun little romp of mine. đ¤
Lucifer
He is so conflicted on this it makes him wish he drank moreâŚ
On the one hand, he HATES how patronizing they can be⌠but even he can't deny how much progress theyâve made in his brothers. Mammon especially.
They're all actually studying more, cleaning up after themselves, doing their chores, and being polite⌠it's⌠admittedly he having an existential crisis...
This is what he's been missing this whole time?? Sticker charts?! And come on, they're all on the Student Council for Hell's sake! How could the most powerful beings in the Devildom be won over so easily by the same tactics used on human schoolchildren!?! Have some dignity!!
For the first month he just watched them whip his brothers into shape in barely concealed horror. It was so surreal...
But at about the time the MC managed to get Mammon and Levi to stop fighting and apologize for being mean to each other, he threw in the towel. Whether he liked them or not, he conceded that the human was a blessing in disguise and left most of the discipline to them from then on.
He's never been more productive in his life and he can actually get a night or two of good sleep with no interruptions... He's taken the MC out to lunch on multiple occasions and is still trying to talk Diavolo into letting them make this a permanent arrangement. They may actually get his brothers to become well-behaved demons yet...!
Mammon
Okay so, don't get it twisted. He doesn't need their stickers, or their love, or their approval, or all that positive reinforcement or anything! He's just playing along with them okay?? Okay?!
He scoffed at the whole thing at first because, look, he's no child. He's a grown-ass demon! What were little stickers of Devildom currency supposed to do for him??
But when they told him a completed chart would earn him a shopping spree outta their pocket⌠Well now they were talking.
He just did it at first for the big prize, but every time he finished a task the MC would be sure to notice how hard he worked and tell him he did a good job or compliment him somehow and⌠well⌠he doesn't get that a lot...
After a while he kind of forgot about filling out the chart because he would be excited to run to them and tell them what good thing he did next. Turns out this boy was starving for any kind of approval. đ
The first time he actually finished his chart they told him how proud they were and he almost cried... Almost. He ain't that soft, okay??
Though he does mess up still, he probably makes the most progress of the House, much to everyone's disbelief. He's also super protective of his stickers and HATES when they're taken away so none of y'all better drag him into your problems, ya hear??
LeviathanÂ
He feels like this normie is weird even for human standards⌠Why do they keep offering him stickers�
Well⌠They are Ruri-chan themed so he's not complaining that much.
He's not even sure where they got them from⌠He thought he had a pulse on every bit of merch that comes out for his favorite characters so they must had those custom ordered and that's dedication.
They told him that they'd get him a new game for every finished chart, which was nice but not necessary, he kind of just liked getting more little pictures of Ruri-chan like the collector he is. đ
After a while, the MC started subtly theming his tasks more toward getting out of his room and being more productive... In baby steps, of course.
He'd be scared, but they were always there to praise him any time he tried. With a little bit of time, he actually started getting more confident! I mean, not a lot but hey. It's improvement.
The human even managed to get Mammon to pay him back a little bit of the money heâs owed! Well, it was literally just one night's paycheck from Hell's Kitchen but it was still more than he's seen in three centuries so he'll take it! He goes to them whenever he needs to butter up Mammon now... Theyâre an excellent go-between.
Satan
Ah⌠So the MC is well-versed in psychological manipulation⌠Well he refuses to fall for it.
They could offer him all the stickers they wanted, heâs going to just fall in line like his brothers! He didn't need any psychological training from them, even as the youngest heâs centuries older than they are!
But wait⌠are those stickers cat themed� And is that one in a little cowboy hat??
⌠TouchÊ human. He'll play nice once or twice but he doesn't need their cute stickers!
A part of him got a lot of joy out of watching Lucifer finally admit that this living nursery rhyme of a being was better at controlling his brothers than he was⌠Talk about a slice of humble pie, he even got it all on camera⌠đ
But his brother wasn't wrong... The House has never been cleaner and everyone's grades were up, even his own. As odd as it was to say, bringing the human to the Devildom seemed to have produced a net positive all around. đ¤ˇââď¸
And after he discovered that the MC convinced Lucifer to let him volunteer at a human world animal shelter each time he completed a chart⌠Move over, Beel. He's going to finish the most charts in the House now. Just you wait.
AsmodeusÂ
Oh honey, he knows a thing or two about punishment and reward systems. It's going to take some pretty nice prizes for him to play this game...
Which is why his stickers get followed up by kisses.
For each new sticker, he gets to pick a spot to kiss them or for them to kiss him (though they don't let him get too pervy with it)
Finish the dishes? Get a kiss on the hand. Two hour of studying? There's one for the cheek. And so on.
The others get jealous of his deal pretty quickly and start asking for kisses too but he'll throw a fit if he ever finds out. The human's kisses are HIS prize so everyone else will just have to live with it! đ
Asmo, drama-hog that he is, is also the biggest snitch in the House. He loooves telling the MC about when his brothers mess up and should lose stickers, Mammon especially because it make him sooo pissed.
He's also in a betting war with Satan over how many days itâll take Belphie to actually get up and do his chores for a change... The current wager is two weeks or more.
BeelzebubÂ
Thought it was a little weird that the human seemed so obsessed with praising him and calling him a good boy but whatever.Â
(Little did he know they were subtly using him like a role model of everybody else but that's neither here nor there đ¤ˇââď¸)
He doesn't mind the sticker thing because he gets them so easily. The theme seems to be: be responsible, helpful, and not a jerk which he passes with flying colors so itâs really not a challenge for him.
It was only after they told him that they'd take him out to Hell's Kitchen with each completed chart that he really got serious about it...
If you think normal Beel is sweet, actually trying to be sweet Beel is practically an angel all over again. He even stopped stealing food from other people's plates when the MC told him he could lose stickers for it⌠(which means that Levi can start eating breakfast for a change, at least. đ¤ˇââď¸)
He's long since completed five charts and is well into his sixth. It doesn't matter what it is, if food is on the line then Beel will knock it out of the park every time. If Lucifer wasn't funding their sticker project, then he honestly would have bankrupted the MC a long time ago⌠đ
⌠đ⌠đĽ...
BelphegorÂ
What the-? Did he leave his brothers for a few months and they all formed a cult or something?? Why is everyone suddenly so obsessed with stickers???
He doesn't understand the appeal at all... Do chores around the house and get a prize? What kind of game were they trying to play here?? No thanks. He'll pass.
Belphie proved pretty hard to motivate, even with prizes, so the MC had to try a different tacticâŚ
If there's anything that can motivate Belphie, it's the promise of good sleep and cuddles. But if they made it too difficult to get and he'd just sleep by himself in pouty defiance...
So they told him that he needs to get at least two or three stickers every few days or they'll stop cuddling completely until he does.Â
He didn't think they were serious at first⌠but any time he'd try to get his arms around them, they'd sidestep or slip out of the way like they had a sixth sense or something! What kind of superhuman reflexes do you need to keep up with human anklebiters???
It took a week for him to finally relent and join the freaky sticker cult that makes up the rest of his family... He remains self-aware enough to always point out how fucking bizarre it all is... but hey. He's too lazy to do much about it, so who cares right? đ¤ˇââď¸
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The General (part 9): Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader
synopsis: nothing is the way it was before. there is no future; there is no past. all there is... is nothing.Â
wc: 2.1k
tw: light gore
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âSheâs not gonna eat; I already told you that.âÂ
The sounds of Kaori and Toji fighting just outside of your door leak into your room, but youâre beyond caring. Megumi sits beside you in the sun-lit room, eyes scanning the outdoors, looking for any sign of an animal. Youâre tucked underneath a warm, thick blanket, despite the temperature outside being warm enough to cause a little sweat. No, things were better this way.Â
When you had come to after blacking out, Toji, Kaori, and Megumi were hovering over you, trying to figure out what to do about the Generalâs untimely passing. But in the two months since, no one had quite figured out how to bring you back to life. The only thing they could do is watch you slowly waste away and become a shell of your former self.Â
Your parents suspect itâs because your princely husband had not sent for you since the war had ended, and youâre grieving a supposed loss. But neither Kaori nor Toji had the heart to admit that this loss wasnât supposed. It was real.Â
Your days are spent in your bed or in the garden behind the house, mind empty as Megumi attempts to watch over you and possibly even cheer you up by play-fighting with his father. But more often than not, youâre reduced to tears, and Toji fetches Kaori because he âcanât deal with crying womenâ.Â
âMy lady?â The head maid enters into your room with an orange and onigiri in her hands. âI brought you some fresh fruit from the market. Hamai sends her regards as well.â Hamai - Yutaâs sister and wife of Yuko - had also attempted to visit you, but her grief motivated her to knock on your door, and you couldnât bear to think of Yuta or Nanami or--
âThank you,â you croak, and she nods, handing Megumi the two onigiri.Â
âYour father said youâd better eat these or heâll never--â
ââFeed me againâ. I know,â Megumi chants monotonously and takes the rice balls from her hands. âThank you, Kaori-san.âÂ
âAre you sure you donât want any visitors?â Kaori asks for the third time. You cut your eyes to her, attempting a glare. âHamai would love to come and--âÂ
âListen, the lady said no visitors,â Toji gripes, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. âIâve been fighting off a ton of measly looking men who have nothing to say except âIâve come to see Lady y/nâ and honestly, if you invite another person to this damn place, Iâll kill them on the spot.â
You roll away from the two people and look out of the window, remaining silent as Megumi eats his onigiri and stares at the bears and tigers in his book. Kaori and Toji retreat, restarting their squabble as soon as the door closes, leaving you to think about nothing and no one.Â
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Youâre in the garden when Megumi runs up to you, holding a light pashmina to cover your shoulders in the chill of fall.Â
âCareful, you might get sick,â he warns, and you accept the article with a smile.Â
âThank you, sweet one.â The child climbs onto the bench youâre seated on, swinging his legs while you stare at the shishi-odoshi in silence. Youâre suddenly reminded of the three other sweet children you left back at the camp, and before you can begin to sob out loud, your hand flies to your mouth.Â
âHey,â Toji appears from the house, hands deep in his pockets as he surveys the area. âYou alright?âÂ
âJust fine,â you whisper, pushing back tears and grief all at once. âI just needed some peace and quiet.âÂ
âYeah, gardens will give you that.â Toji stands beside the fountain and stares into the water for a moment before turning to Megumi. âThereâs a frog out by the lake if youâre interested in--â Megumi hops down from the bench and disappears around the corner in a flash, abandoning you without a worry in the world. You sigh, watching him fade into the distance, and then turn to Toji, who is already staring at you with some unreadable expression.Â
âWhat is it?â you grumble, blinking slowly.Â
âNothing, justâŚâ Toji presses his lips together and looks sky-ward, thinking about his next words carefully. âI know you feel like everyone in the whole world can fuck off since Geto died⌠but have you ever considered moving on?â You tilt your head to the side, wondering if Toji really ever listened to himself talk. âI mean, yeah this shit is painful, butâŚâ Toji rubs his neck and looks away from you and back to the fountain. âYou have to move on at some point.âÂ
âHe told me to wait for him,â you explain, wrapping the pashmina a little tighter and squinting at the shapes in the pool. âIâm going to do just that.â
âY/n, heâs dead⌠what good will waiting do? Will you wait your whole life?âÂ
Your head snaps to Toji and you curl your lip up in disgust.Â
âYouâve never loved anyone in this world but yourself and your money,â you spit, standing from your seated position so fast that Toji takes a half-step back. âI donât imagine that youâd know what Iâm talking about.âÂ
âThatâs not true,â he retorts, frowning. âIâm trying to help you, thatâs all. Iâd hate to see you waste away over a man who canât even survi--â The pashmina falls from your shoulders as your hand makes contact with his face, the echo of the slap scaring a flock of birds from the surrounding trees into the sky.Â
âSpeak ill of Geto again, and Iâll make sure those words are your last.â Toji doesnât touch his bruised cheek as you stomp off, watching you retreat back into the house as he realizes that he let you slap him.Â
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Screams haunt your sleep, fire burns the camp, and youâre running away, holding hands with the children as you dash into the forest. Geto is behind you, fighting off some unknown assailant, but you instinctively know how the dream is going to end.
You trip and fall over a root of a tree, but you yell at the children to escape. They continue running, not sparing you a second glance, but you turn around just as Geto is stabbed through the chest by a spear and falls with his back to the ground. His head tilts back and he makes eye contact with you, blood pouring out of his mouth as he chokes:
âWait for me.â
You shoot up in the bed and stumble out of your room through the sliding door that leads to the garden, sweat pouring down your neck and back as you sink to your knees. Your stomach heaves once, twice, depositing yellow bile into the bushes beside the house. The sun is barely up, and as you dry heave, you hear another door sliding open, Toji then Kaori tumbling out of your back door.Â
âPoison,â Toji grunts, but Kaori pushes him aside before he can get to you.Â
âNo, she didnât even eat anything before bed,â she states, rubbing your back with her cool hands. Your skin clams up as a breeze rolls across the garden, and you shudder violently before your teeth begin to chatter. âToji, a blanket.âÂ
âIsnât that your job?â he gripes, but walks into the house to grab a blanket anyways. When the cloth resta against your back, you feel a little better, but the feeling in your stomach wonât go away.Â
âMy Lady⌠talk to me. Whatâs the matter?âÂ
âGo,â you shake Kaori off, not wanting to repeat the events of your dream.Â
âItâs probably because she didnât eat,â Toji groans, the stairs squeaking under his weight. âIâll get her a --âÂ
âBoth of you. Go.â You look up at Toji, mustering your sternest look, and aiming the same expression at Kaori, who walks away from you, head hung low.Â
You stay in the garden as true morning crests over the sky, lying on the bench under the bare cherry blossom tree while the skies turn into pinks and yellows, and reds. The image of Getoâs bloodied face wouldnât depart from your memory and you feel the ache even deeper than before. The ache intensifies until it feels like all of you is just one large hole, throbbing with need and grief.
Nothing could save you.Â
No one was coming back for you.Â
They were all dead, and there was nothing left of the people you had grown to love and care for.Â
It isnât until your mother walks into the garden that you realize you might have missed your breakfast of an orange and water, but she comes bearing the fruit and youâre set back at ease. You wordlessly allow your mother to sit beside you, lifting your head so it rests in her lap snugly. She pats your hair gently, then inhales deeply, speaking in her normal soft tones.Â
âKaori told me you were sick last night,â she begins, and you nod as if she had asked a question and not stated a fact. âEver since Geto Suguru died, youâve been awfully sullen. One might think you had been with him the whole time and not at the Imperial Palace.â You glance up at your mother, and she winks at you. âDonât worry; I wonât tell your father.âÂ
âHow did you know?â you wonder, and she smiles, wrinkles forming at the edges of her mouth.Â
âWell first, whoever the General gets to write his letters needs to brush up on their penmanship,â she laughs, then shrugs. âBut it was your face the day that the General was announced dead that I saw you change. It only took me a few days to realize that you were in mourning, not upset that your prince hadnât sent for you.âÂ
âMother, I--âÂ
âYou had every right to keep it a secret, although I wish you hadnât. It wouldâve made my interrogation of Toji much easier.â You imagine your own mother - all of five-foot-four, standing up to the massive Fushiguro with a finger to his chest - and you canât help but chuckle. âWhatever the General did, I havenât seen you glowing like you did when you returned since you were a little girl. Iâll have to find a way to thank him for that.âÂ
You choke out a deep sob, closing your eyes as you think of the lack of tribute, the lack of a funeral, the missing images of him that wonât return to your memory.Â
âThough Toji takes good care of you. I havenât seen that man slack off on his job once since after the announcement. Heâs also been very helpful with your father. You know, he would ma--âÂ
âLady y/n!â Kaori sprints out of the home, and you both look up to see her flustered expression, wondering what would have her so worked up this early in the morning. âThere was a messenger from the Imperial Palace in the square!â she stops in front of you, panting heavily. âThe Emperor⌠has fallen⌠ill.â When she catches her breath, the head maid can finally finish her statement, and she exhales deeply. âAs is custom, his eldest son will be taking a tour of the country. And heâs named this village as his final stop, with your house as his resting place for the time he is here. Heâll be in the village in a fortnight.â You sit up, eyeing the maid carefully.Â
Pieces of a puzzle begin to click together in your mind.
âHis eldest son is Prince Naoya, correct?âÂ
âYes, my lady.â As if sensing your premature plan, Kaori looks you dead in the eyes, daring you to do what she imagines you are already thinking of.Â
âAnd you said a fortnight?â Your mother butts in, squinting her eyes.
âYes.âÂ
âFourteen days to prepare.â you whisper, lifting your head out of your motherâs lap and retreating to the house to find the eldest Fushiguro. Kaori enters behind you, grabbing your elbow before you can open his guest room door.
âWhat youâre thinking of is suicide,â she hisses, but you shrug.Â
âWhat better way to rejoin Geto than to kill his murderer and then die myself?â you retort, but she slaps a hand over the gap between the wall and the door, blocking you from entering.Â
âThis isnât what he would want,â Kaori pleads. âPlease, think about what he said.â
âI cannot wait for a dead man, Kaori. Now, let me go.â You yank free from her grasp and enter the guest room, eyeing a lazy Toji lounging by the window. âI need your help.âÂ
He rolls his head around to look at you and raises a brow. âWith what, my lady?âÂ
âI need to kill a prince in two weeks. Think you can help me with that?âÂ
âYou mean treason?â Toji sits up, letting the book he held in his hands drop to his bed, and hums thoughtfully. âKilling a prince as revenge⌠putting the Imperial Court into chaos⌠yeah, I think I can help you with that.â
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Never Forget
Plot: After Bucky comes home in his new uniform, Bucky decides to make his goodbye to his best girl worth while.
Pairing: 1940s!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Cunnilingus, Mentions of Hitler (Idk if thatâs a warning but Iâm doing it as one just in case)
Wordcount: 4.1K
A/N: Iâm posting this one shot a bit earlier than expected as I got a tad excited, also Iâm proud of it (hint: the word count) I hope you all enjoy it!
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âDoes Y/N know?ââ Steve asked as he motioned to Buckyâs uniform, of course you didnât. He already knew the answer to that question. Bucky knew youâd me less than happy, but not you or him could change what was happening in the world right now. No matter how bad he wanted too. âIâll take that as a no.â
Steve knew his best friend better than anyone, he should do as the two grew up with one another. The look on Buckyâs face indicated that you, Buckyâs girlfriend, didnât know at all. So, it was going to be a surprise when he walked in through the door in his Sergeant uniform.
âYeah, I know sheâs going to be pissed. What woman wouldnât...?â Bucky didnât know how he was going to handle being away from you, god knows how long this war was going to go on for. Bucky wasnât even sure if he would come back home to you at all.
Just like Steve had read Buckyâs mind, he spoke up once more to share his âwords of wisdomâ as Bucky called it. âYouâll be back before you know it, then youâll have all those kids to run after once youâve married her.â
You and Bucky had spoken about children, it was something that came up once he asked you to marry him. He wanted as many as you were willing to birth, just one big happy family.
âOh, shut up.â The tone in Buckyâs voice was teasing and even a tad sarcastic, but he had to hold himself back from letting tears fall down his cheeks as he thought about it. What if he never came back? The two of you would never have the family the both of you talked about, youâd most likely remarry. Have a family without him.
âAre you both coming to the Stark Expo tonight?â Steve decided it was best to change the subject and quickly, Bucky had other plans than watching Howard Stark show off his latest invention.
âIâm going to spend the night with my girl.â He nudged Steve when he playfully rolled his eyes. Bucky wanted to spend as much time with you as possible, no one else. Just you and him.
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 âIâm home baby doll.â The excitement on your face was soon replaced with sadness once you saw your fiancĂŠ. Part of you hoped he wasnât going, but you knew that if he didnât then Bucky would be deemed a coward. Not that you wouldâve cared. âHey hey... come here.â
Bucky soon walked over to you and engulfed you in his arms once he saw the tears start to fall down your cheeks, small sobs escaping your lips as your head rested on his chest.
You werenât ready for him to go, as selfish as it sounded you didnât want him to leave.
âYou canât leave me.â Your voice cracked as you spoke, as soon as Bucky heard it then the tears started to roll down his cheeks. His hands rubbed your back gently as he held you, the both of you just clinging onto each other as you two cried. âStay. Stay and we can run away together, anywhere you want.â
Bucky took a deep breath once that left his lips, how he wished it was that easy. He would if he could. Bucky knew how deeply this was going to affect you, he hoped to god that he came back as he didnât know how youâd cope if he ever died. You could barely cope when he was out of the house earning money.
âY/N we canât.â His warm hands cupped your cheeks as he lifted your head, so you looked up at him, both yours and Buckyâs eyes red. âAs much as I want to do that we canât, but I promise you Iâll do everything in my power to come back to you. Not even Hitler can stop me from doing that.â
Before you could even speak, he leaned in to kiss you. Buckyâs lips against your own was like a drug, you just wanted more of his touch and his kisses that you didnât know how youâd survive without him.
His hands were still on your cheeks as the two of you kissed one another, he could taste the sweetness of the honey you had for breakfast as he ran his tongue over your own.
Bucky deepened the kiss as his hands moved from your cheeks and ran down your arms, finally landing on your waist. Your arms moved over his shoulders before taking his hat off, so you were able to run your fingers through his hair, it was like running your fingers through silk.
You were sure that by the end of this that your lips would be bruised but you didnât care, you wanted all of him. With neither of you taking a breather from the kiss, the dizziness started to set in. It wasnât major, it happened often as the both of you couldnât get enough of each other.
âBucky.â You panted against his lips but before you could say another word you felt him sick your bottom lip into his mouth, before biting on it gently. He knew just how to make you flustered.
âYouâre mine. Tonight, and forever no matter what happens. Promise if I donât come back, you wonât forget me.â That took you off guard as he whispered that against your lips, his hot breath making goosebumps appear on your skin. âPromise me doll. I need to hear you say it.â
âIâll never forget you. How could I? Youâre always going to be my first love, first kiss. first sexual experience.â Your cheeks went hot as you said that, Bucky only chuckling made you heat up even more. âIâll always love you, as long as the sun rises and falls, youâll always be in my heart James.â
You were the only one heâd let get away with calling him by his âproperâ name, you and his mother were the only ones that ever called him it.
Buckyâs forehead rested against your own as tears fell once more after you said that, he was so afraid of you forgetting him if he didnât come back. He didnât want this love story to end.
âI got you something to remember me by.â He whispered softly as I looked into your eyes, pulling away so he could get a better look at your face. Your lips were swollen from the kiss, which only made Bucky smile as he noticed. Even saying goodbye, he was one hell of a tease.
âStop laughing.â You spoke, Bucky chuckled, his hand moved to the inside of his uniform pocket. Pulling out a blue velvet box. âWhatâs that?â
âOpen it.â He whispered as he saw the curious look upon your face, doing as you were told your eyes were met with a silver locket. It was in the shape of a heart on a silver chain, taking the heart into your hands you couldnât help but smile widely at the present. âOpen that as well.â
Looking down at the locket within your hands, you I clipped it before looking inside. There was a picture of Bucky inside.
âNow you canât forget me. Iâll always be with you no matter where you go.â
âAre you trying to make me cry even more?â Your fingers traced over the picture with a small smile, it was the same one his mother had given to you months before the two of you had first met.
âNo, but I want you to keep it on you always. Wherever you go, Iâm with you, even if itâs to the bathroom.â A soft laugh felt from his lips as he tried to lighten the mood, Bucky saw you turn around and he got the hint instantly. Taking the necklace from you and unclipping the chain, he placed it around you before clipping it back in place, so it hung around your neck.
Bucky slipped the sides of your dress down your arms, exposing the skin before kissing your shoulders. With your back to him you could easily feel his cock against your ass, the bulge in his trousers making it clear just how hard he is.
âBeautiful.â As Bucky kissed your shoulder and made his way up to the crook of your neck, he could smell your perfume. It was sweet just like you. âMy beautiful girl.â
âAll yours.â Whispering back to him, you felt him smile against your neck when that left your mouth. With his hands on your waist, Bucky moved his hips as he pulled you even closer to him.
âYou feel that doll? Thatâs what you do to me.â Bucky mumbles against your skin as he ground his cock against your ass. The very feeling forced a whimper from your lips, he knew what he was doing. Bucky often teased you like this, grinding against you for ages before finally giving you what you want. A good fucking.
âI donât know how youâll survive.â You whispered to him; Bucky didnât know how he would either. He didnât know how long he was going to be away from you, your current sex life with one another was rampant and very active. âYouâll have to take a picture of me with you.â
Bucky already knew which picture he was going to take, the one of you at the beach in your one piece. He had taken you on a beach holiday to get away for a while, just the two of you together. It may have ended up in sex on the beach, but it was worth it. And it was all he was going to think about while he was away.
âAlready way ahead of you.â Once that left his mouth, Bucky had enough of teasing you. The two of you had all night together and he didnât want to waste it, you felt yourself being spun around to face your fiancĂŠ before being picked up into his arms.
âBucky.â You giggled as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms around his shoulders as you looked into his eyes lovingly. Bucky holding you carefully with his hands below your ass, you screw your face up playfully as he kisses your nose.
âOh, you love my affection.â Bucky teased as he carried you into your shared bedroom. It was decorated with a picture of the two of you on your first date on the bedside table, along with some decor his mother had gotten you when you first moved in together.
âI do. Very much so.â You whispered as he laid you down on the bed, the sheets being soft on your skin. âMake love to me Bucky.â He didnât need to be told twice. His hands moved to the back of your dress, easily undoing each button with every kiss he pressed against your neck.
âFuck.â Bucky murmured against your neck once he pulled down your dress, your bra and underwear exposed to him. Goosebumps formed on your skin due to the mix of his kisses and the cold air, humming softly as one of his hands moved to your breasts while the other gripped the back of your head. Tangling it in your hair as Bucky moved his lips to kiss you.
âBaby.â You whispered against his lips as you felt his hand massage your breast, his hands were warm against your skin. He was like your own personal heater. âMore. Please Bucky.â
The hand that was on your breast pulled down your bra without even taking it off, he didnât have the patience to unclip it. As long as your breasts were exposed, he was happy.
Letting go off the back of your head, Bucky moved down so he kissed between your breasts. As pleasurable as this was, still having the bra there was a deal breaker for you so you managed to unclip it and throw it behind him.
âThanks doll.â He chuckled before biting onto your left nipple playfully, Buckyâs other hand giving attention to the right one. Him running it between his fingers before pinching it, Bucky got the squeal he wanted from you. It only made his cock strain even more against his trousers. âI love your body so much, youâre fucking beautiful.â
The cold air that hit your nipple that he had in his mouth made you shiver once he pulled away, his mouth now paying attention to the other one. You could feel his bulge against your inner thigh as he suckled and bit at what he had in his mouth, if Bucky could spend all day just kissing your breasts, then he would. But he didnât have time to do that tonight.
âBucky.â You moaned softly as you leaned your head back against the pillow, he had to hold himself from Cumming in his briefs as the sound of you moaning his name was music to his ears.
The feeling of his lips move from your nipple and kiss down your stomach made you instinctively open your legs wider for him. Bucky nipped slightly at your lower stomach, making sure to leave a mark there that youâd only see.
With his face now centimetres from your cunt, Bucky kissed your inner thighs gently. He could see just how wet you are through your underwear. With him knowing your weak spots, Bucky made sure to leave marks on your inner thighs. Biting at the skin as he growled against you.
âThis pussy is mine.â Buckyâs tongue licked up your clothed cunt just to get a taste of you but also to tease you, the whine that left your lips forced him back to reality. Buckyâs teeth gripped onto the band of your underwear before pulling it down, you were completely bare whereas the only thing that he had taken off was his hat. âYouâre already so wet and Iâve barely touched you yet.â
Buckyâs tone made you flustered as he teased you, moving a hand into his chocolate locks he couldnât help but moan at the sensation. He always loved it when you played with his hair, no matter if it was you gripping it during sex or stroking it while cuddling.
Moving so he was led on his stomach, Bucky gripped onto your thighs to keep you in place as he flicked your clit with his tongue. Your back arched but he managed to keep your lower half just where he wanted it, the taste alone for him was something he was going to miss. Bucky couldnât get enough of how you taste, often comparing it to the sweetest pastry from the bakery.
Your fingers ran through his hair as Bucky applied pressure to your clit with his tongue, circling it and smirking as he felt you get wetter the more he toyed with you. The sounds he was making while eating you out was enough to have you whining, Bucky sounded like he was feasting on his last meal. He technically was.
âBucky, oh fuck.â He moaned against your clit as that left your mouth, Bucky started to tug at your clit with his mouth before swirling it around his tongue. Just by how you were moaning was enough to let him know how much pleasure you were in, not to mention the fact you were coating his face in your arousal. Bucky was sure the lower half of his face would be glistening.
Moving one of his hands before teasing your hole with two of his fingers, Bucky could feel just how aroused you were from the way you moaned as he easily slid two fingers inside you. With his tongue still circling your clit, the moans he was letting out caused a vibration type sensation against your clit. His fingers filled you up.
Buckyâs cock was enough to make you feel full, but his fingers were just as nice, if not just as pleasurable. The wet noises coming from your cunt as he thrust his fingers in and out of you made his cock harden even more, if that were possible. Scissoring his fingers inside you, Bucky noticed what a mess you were making on the bed sheets. Technically it was his fault, he knew what he did to you, but the sight alone made him smirk.
Your skin was starting to glisten from the small light in the room, the sweat making it look like diamonds on your skin. The heat pooled at your stomach as you started to get closer to your orgasm, your moans got louder with each growing second.
His tongue applied pressure to your clit as he could tell you were close, Bucky made sure to search for the spot inside you that he knew would have you moaning his name.
His fingers made a âcome hereâ motion before finally he had hit the jackpot, Bucky felt the bumpy skin inside you and rubbed against it as he knew that right there was your g spot.
âRight there. Oh Bucky!â Your moans got louder as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten as did the grip on his hair, it was like a knot was tightening in your stomach as he stroked his fingers against your g spot along with him sucking onto your clit. Bucky was the only man that had ever made you feel this alive; he was the only man you had been with so being without him was going to be a challenge for you.
Then the knot tightened before snapping, your legs shook against his head as you came over his tongue. The sensation making him moan, you tasted so sweet that he couldnât get enough of it. It was like he was addicted.
âGood girl.â Bucky muttered as he licked up your slit, making sure to taste every inch of you. He didnât know how he still hasnât cum in his briefs yet, Bucky could tell when he would take his cock out that it would be purple and aching to be touched. âShh, itâs okay. I got you.â
Stroking your legs gently as he moved to kiss your lower stomach, Bucky let you calm as you came down from your high. He wanted to go again, to taste even more but he knew that his time in Brooklyn was limited. âThereâs my girl.â
He couldnât help but smile as he kneeled up to look at you, you were panting as your eyes met his own. You could barely speak but Bucky could tell what you wanted by the way you were looking at him, he was still fully clothed yet here you were. Naked before his eyes.
âIâm already on it.â He spoke before you could, Bucky could read you like a book. He had been with you long enough to know what you wanted, not that he was complaining. He loved that you knew each other so well.
Bucky started with his jacket, then his tie, shirt and lastly the moment you had been waiting for. His belt. The sound of him unbuckling it went straight to your cunt, not that you needed to be aroused any more. You were already soaked.
Watching his every move, your mouth watered when you saw him pull down his trousers. He was finally naked.
Bucky was right, his cock was purple and begging to be touched. He so desperately wanted your mouth around him but tonight it was about you, he could go without a blowjob, but he couldnât go the night without fucking you. He needed to feel your cunt wrapped around him, milking his cock.
Leaning down, he placed his arms either side of your head, so he practically caged you within them. Using that for leverage so he didnât crush you.
âYou have no idea how much I love you, Iâll always love you Y/N.â The tears started to form again in both of your eyes as he spoke, the two of you looking at each other with pure love. âNever forget me.â He whispered as his lips met yours once more, your arms wrapping around his back as he maneuvered himself.
âI could never.â You mumbled against his lips, you went to speak once more but was cut short when you felt his cock completely fill you up. He slid inside you so easily, itâs like Bucky was made for you and you him.
Moving his hips slow but hard, he made sure to go gentle with you tonight. Bucky didnât just want to fuck you, but he wanted to make love to you, make sure that you remembered this moment years down the line.
âFuck. Your cunt practically swallowed my cock  Y/N.â He growled as he felt your walls wrap around his cock, Bucky was truly going to miss this when he was away. He was going to fight tooth and nail to come back to you, nothing would stop him from coming back home to his beloved.
âI love you.â You whispered against Buckyâs lips as he thrust his hips against yours, keeping the pace just how he wanted it. The bed was creaking under the both of you, but you werenât surprised, even at a slow but hard pace it still squeaked.
âI love you too doll. So, fucking much you donât even understand.â His voice cracked as Bucky moved his face to the crook of your neck, your eyes went glassy as you felt the wet tears from his eyes fall onto your skin. âIâm going to miss you so much, and Iâm scared I wonât come back.â
Bucky rarely showed he was scared in front of anybody, but right now he was showing just how vulnerable and scared he was. Bucky didnât want to go but he had no choice.
You pulled Bucky tighter to you as tears started to fall down your cheeks as well, you were caught between crying and moaning as he continued thrusting inside you. He wanted to savour every moment, to feel every part off one another until when he was gone you still felt him on your skin.
He moved his head so his forehead was against yours, you could feel Buckyâs tears against your skin as he thrusted hips slowly but deep. You could feel every inch of his cock inside you, he was filling you to the brim and thatâs exactly what he wanted to do.
Buckyâs breathing got faster as did his hips, no matter how hard he tried to go slow with you, he couldnât help but pound you into the mattress. You could feel one anotherâs hot breath as he got faster, the sound of his cock thrusting inside you being the only noise along with the moans and skin slapping against one another. It was a sound you wish you could get on record.
âI want you to take my cum.â Bucky mumbled against your lips, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust made you moan as you looked up at him. He was always one for pulling out and Cumming against your stomach, or having you suck his cock to get him to his orgasm. Bucky had never let himself go inside you, but this time he wanted this to be special. He knew there was a risk with it, but Bucky was willing to take such a risk.
âTake all of it, be my good girl.â He whispered against your lips as he moved one of his hands between your legs, rubbing your clit in circles to match the pace of his own thrusts. âThere she is.â
He couldnât help but chuckle as he watched you fall apart, your cunt squeezing his cock as you came around him. Bucky could feel your nails dig into his back and he knew there would be marks there tomorrow, but he didnât care. He was sure other soldiers would have the same marks from saying goodbye to their lovers.
âDoll... fuck.â You couldnât help but moan at the sensation of Bucky filling you up with his cum, it was like something you couldnât even describe. He was in ecstasy, he wanted to fill you up as much as possible tonight. Mark you as his own. You were his and you were always going to be no matter what. âPromise me doll, promise me again that youâll never forget me.â Bucky panted as he looked down at you, he needed to be reassured. This was going to be something he was going to be asking all night, but you didnât mind. You understand.
âIâll never forget you, never James Buchanan Barnes.â You smiled lovingly up at him; his smile matched your own as he leaned in to kiss you. His lips moulding against yours like a puzzle piece, you didnât want to stop. You never wanted this to end but at some point, it had too. âI love you, and I always will.â
And thatâs a promise you kept your entire life.
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You lose some...
I can talk about my wins all day but the losses are where you learn, evaluate, and re-assess.
I should have known when he caught covid for the 1st time, that that was a sign.
We were dating since July, it ended last month. Two months. And usually, thatâs really all you need. the first 3 months you should be collecting data and assessing if heâs a good fit. #wellkeptgirlfriend then #wellkeptfiancee then #wellkeptwife.
Since, I am vanilla dating, nice restaurants, picking me up from my house, and sex if I like you is how I date. When I vanilla date... Sex is a reward. For example, we only had sex once (and after dating for a little over a month). Because, even though I like you, Iâm still waiting for the real you to show up. Even though you handled me softly and delicately, even if arguing, Iâm still waiting for the real you to show up. And because you did all of this, you get a reward...Â
The real him showed up. His biggest red flag, which unfortunately is my deal-breaker, is his silent treatment. If I donât hear from a suitor within 48 hours of our last conversation, itâs a big ass deal. In the beginning he would go 2 days without connecting from time to time, but because I was dating other guys, I didnât notice. My first mistake. After sex, Iâm wide awake and present. Heâs chilling and getting a little comfortable. Perfect combo. Heâs still taking me to nice spots, still picking me up, still calling, cool. On our last date, I asked him what is he looking for. The convo didnât go well (confess his intentions of wanting me exclusively). He went silent for three days. When he hits me up, I brought it up. Simply put: Hi X. I havenât heard from you in 3 days then you text me last night. We talked on the phone. Â
After our phone conversation, the convo felt genuine but he brought up the last date and that convo. I donât think he was expecting me to ask that and took 3 days to figure out what he felt, I guess. But he was firing away on that phone & established that he didnât want to rush anything with me and wanted me to set the pace (heâs maybe 13 yrs older). At any rate, it happened again - didnât we just have this conversation, sir? If I bring something to you once, I damn sure aint gonna bring it up twice. He took too long to process things and didnât know how to directly address what he was thinking/how he was feeling; I mean this is an older man. Whoâs waiting around 3 days for someone to hit me up. Yea, OK. For every 2,3 times he initiates conversation, Iâll initiate. So basically, after heâll initiate that once, it took him 3 days for the second or third ... he was also giving, âchase meâ vibes. 1 to 1 initiation aint my vibe and will never be. Â
I get it, men want to be felt appreciated as well. But I have many ways in showing that. How are you supposed to get sexy photos and nice dinner dates if youâre not chasing me, sir?Â
After it happened again, he hits me up. I just simply ignored him & havenât heard from him again. Â
My 1st evaluation: ask them how do they process information/how do he address what heâs thinking/how heâs feeling and keep track of how long they go without reaching out. Or maybe he had a main lady & had me in a pocket; he told me he was single but they all say that. A lot of these men are stuck in their ways. And some of them have someone, wonât leave them, even though theyâre clearly unhappy. Heâs a black man in his 40â˛s, no kids, & making good money. Itâs absolutely insane. Â
My 2nd evaluation: how a man treats you/handles you on your birthday and special holidays is a deal breaker. Iâd only known him for about 2 weeks (1 date) then my bday came. I didnât get anything, no flowers, nothing. He did text me. But thatâs vanilla dating & why I went to sugar. My ex was the same way in the beginning but he ended up always giving me money, taking me places, so I know the beginning is always weird but na, if that happens next time, Iâm out. Crazy shit... if the tables were reversed & and his birthday came up after only talking for 2 weeks would I have spent maybe $40 on a Macyâs gift set or something... something??? Â
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Pocketful of Posies || Chapter 1
Youâd been hiding for years and years now; from your family, from society, from alphas and packs. Suppressants were dangerous but effective and necessary for an omega who refused to be ownedâbut no suppressants were strong enough to fool the nose of a super soldier, who together with his pack would stop at nothing to bind you to them forever.Â
pairings: dark!Avengers x reader word length: 3.3k chapters: 1/? warnings: A/B/O dynamics, power imbalances, noncon and dubcon sexual situations, loss of autonomy, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat â this is a dark!fic, read at your own risk. Open the read more and CTRL + F, search âcontent warningsâ to skip to detailed trigger warnings at the bottom of the chapter.
Cleaning rich peopleâs vacation homes hadnât been your dream job growing up. You had such high hopes when you were a kid, well into your teens, of becoming a zoologist. It had started off like most kidâs dreamsâin kindergarten you wanted to be a veterinarian. That grew into wanting to become a herpetologist, but then you wondered, why limit yourself? As a zoologist you could be around tons and tons of animals, studying their behaviors and ecological impacts. It was about half way past your fourteenth birthday that you realized none of your dreams mattered.
You woke in the middle of the night to a crippling pain in your stomach, an unbearable heat boiling under your flesh. You mustâve been screaming, because your parents burst in franticallyâonly to stop dead upon stepping past the threshold. At the time you had no idea why, but it had been shock. Omegas were rare nowadays, more and more betas were being born while the number of omegas dropped. It was a point on contention; betas could breed with alphas, rendering the omega almost obsolete but alphas, especially ones with packs, wanted omegas.
Personally, you figured that evolution had decided to take things into itsâ own hands. Everything about omegas spat in the face of adaption; they were small and delicate, hardwired to obey alpha commands even to their own detriment, experienced a full weeksâ worth of being completely and utterly incapable of survival on their ownâ
Well, unless one acquired (through whatever means necessary) methods to prevent it that one. Heats, a homegrown threat guaranteed to commit acts of violence at least twice a year. By the time your first had worn off, your parents had already jumped into action. They had three different packs bidding on you. Your mother had been bubbling with glee, talking about how wonderful it was that she had produced an omega when she herself was a beta. Your very existence was about to rocket them into both fame and fortune. So, you ran away. That same night.
It had been shockingly easy to locate illegal suppressants. They taught all about them in school, how they were horrible and taxing on an omegaâs physiology. Suppressants masked an omegaâs scent, prevented their heats, and (in your opinion) were the best invention of the twenty first century. You couldnât have given a flying fuck about what negative impacts they mightâve had on your bodyâdeath would be a reprieve. Unfortunately youâd yet to have any of the widely touted negative effects (effects that you were pretty sure were made up to keep omegas afraid and compliant) and so you found yourself cleaning rich peopleâs vacation homes just over the Canadian border.
Youâd been living out of your car since you first bought it at sixteen, for five hundred dollars. You gave a creepy beta a blowjob to get your license forged. It was the best investment youâd ever made (not that you had the opportunity to make many) and the clunker was still getting you from point A to point B and thatâs all you needed. You had to move constantly, staying in one place too long meant people started to notice you, especially in the small towns you frequented in Ontario. But there was so much forest surrounding you that every once in a while you could just drop off the face of the earth, camping so deep in the woods no one would stumble across you. It made staying anonymous so much easier.
That was actually the current plan, after you finished cleaning this last massive cabin; to abscond into the woods for a while, until youâve faded from everyoneâs memory. You wonât return to this town for at least a year. Youâll spark recognition when you return, but not enough for anyone to consider you more than an outsider in their close-knit community. The kind woman who lets you work for her cleaning company so sporadically will remember you when you ring her, the only person particularly thrilled to hear youâre back for a few months.
You do an excellent job and you do it fastâ you can thoroughly and perfectly clean a 6 bedroom mansion by yourself in less than 10 hours and you were paid under the table so you didnât require overtime, which Mrs. Hunt loved (there was no tax to be taken from an unreported cash payment though, so it was a fair trade in your opinion). You would work yourself to the bone, 10 hours a day everyday there was work available for at least three months and then dip without any expectations until the next time you returned, when she was gushing over the amazing reviews your work had gotten the last time you were around.
It was symbiotic existenceâyou were paid well for your efforts, more than enough to sustain living out of your car for months at a time, and your performance drove her online reviews into the 4.9 stars range and made it feasible for her to raise her prices. Mrs. Hunt didnât ask any questions either, even when you requested to only work alone and couldnât provide any identification beyond a driverâs license.
You were finishing up the kitchen in what was definitely one of the nicest places youâd ever cleaned when your phone went off in your back pocket. It made your skin prickle. Very few people had your number and you couldnât think of a single reason theyâd ring you instead of texting unless something was wrong. You propped the mop against your shoulder and dug out the phone, frowning at Mrs. Huntâs name on the screen.
âHello?â
âOh sweetie, Iâm so glad I got a hold of you! How are you doing?â
âIâm well, Mrs. Hunt,â you answered, your voice coming out semi-robotically as you strained not to sound panicked while continuing the conversation like a normal fucking person, âIâm just about done here, I was finishing the dry mop in the kitchen when you called and then all I need to do is pack up.â
âOh perfect! I was calling because the owner just rang me, apparently some of his packmates will be arriving a bit earlier than anticipatedâpotentially within the next hour. Something about someone getting caught up at work, Iâll spare you the details. But if youâre almost done then youâll probably be gone by the time they arrive.â
âCertainly Mrs. Hunt,â youâd immediately started frantically dry mopping the moment the words âwithin the next hourâ escaped the womanâs mouth, phone clamped between your ear and shoulder. âIâll be gone in the next few minutes.â
âNow even if you arenât its okay,â the concern in her voice meant that your own had betrayed you, waivered when you responded without your knowledge. âI always warn the owners that if they arrive before the scheduled time that thereâs a possibility the house wonât be done and/or there might be people actively working in the house. You wonât get in any trouble, okay?â
âR-Right, thank you maâam,â you swallowed heavily, finishing the last swipe across the tile in the kitchen and hustling back into the foyer. âI really wonât be but a minute though. I always keep all of my equipment put away and together if Iâm not using it, so I really just need to pack up the mop.â
Which youâd already shoved into the rolling cart you picked up each morning that held all of your cleaning supplies provided by the company.
âDonât forget your bucket too!â Mrs. Hunt sounded smiley again, âIâll leave the key under the mat so you can stow your cart tonight. Have a good one sweeâ.â
âYou too!â You mightâve hung up a touch too soon to be considered polite, shoving the phone back into your pocket and running into the kitchen. There was no time to dwell on manners.Â
The mop bucket was sitting on the counter, already washed and dried and waiting to be put away. Youâd started keeping your things completely put away at all times the same day youâd been accosted by a homeowner who arrived home earlier than expected while you were still trying to pack up. Youâd tried to put your notice in that night, a couple of years ago now, but Mrs. Hunt begged you not toâpromised it would never happen again. This mustâve been her best attempt at preventing it. At least you had already planned to leave town tonight anyway.
You nearly sprinted back to the cart, haphazardly tossing the stupid bucket on top and wheeling it towards the huge front doors. Youâd just stopped to reach around and grab the handle when the knob turned and the left door was pushed open, nearly hitting your cart.
âOh, Iâm so sorry,â he was a beta, curly haired and dark eyed with pale skin, wearing a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. âDid I knock anything over?â
âN-No, sir,â you pulled the cart back a few steps, nearly trembling with the effort it took not to blast right past him, especially when you noticed him carefully scenting the air. "The house is all clean, I was j-just leaving.â
âThank you, for getting everything clean for us. We donât get to come out here as often as we like, Iâm sure the place collected a lot of dust in our absence,â he smiled, looking both parts shy and calculating to your well trained eyeâ and you had no time for such consideration.
âNot too much, h-have a nice night!â You could feel your pulse racing and that was bad. Even the good suppressants, the ones that most of your money went to, had difficulty completely masking the scent of panicking omega.
âDid you use bleach?â The question caught you off guard and you almost jumped when he put a hand on your cart, glancing through the array of chemicals.
âY-Yes, in the bathrooms. I wasnât informed of any sensitivitiesââ
âNothing a little fresh air wonât take care of,â you wanted him to stop looking at you like that, like there was some pale flash of recognition behind his eyes. âWould you go open the windows in the bathrooms upstairs? Iâm afraid my nose is pretty sensitive, several of my packmates are similar.â
You did not like that his nose was especially sensitive and you hated that his packmates were similarly afflicted. It felt like getting punched in the face with a fight or flight instinct, your brain immediately demanded that you leave the cart and run past himâfuck the cart, fuck the job, you could find something else.
âOh, and do you have the key to the front doors? I might as well get them from you now instead of us having to go down to the office tomorrow.â Your hand immediately dove into your pocket, yanking out the single key and dropping it in his palm. âThanksâ and the windows? Sorry, I just canât go up there until itâs aired out.â
He wasnât a huge man but the way he filled the doorway made you second guess trying to run past him, even if he was greying at the temples and looking a little rumpled. It was strange, you wouldnât usually have such an intense reaction to a beta, but something about him was vaguely unsettling. So instead of trying to make a run for it, you turned on your heel and forced yourself to calmly walk up the stairs. There were four massive bedrooms in the cabin, each with its own bathroom and youâd need to go through and open the windows for the three bathrooms that had them. It meant darting into huge bedrooms, dodging expensive furniture and knickknacks and trying not to dirty the freshly mopped and swept hardwood floors in the process.
It took about five minutes but you felt like youâd run a marathon, your heart was pounding and there was sweat at the nape of your neck. All you wanted was out of the stupid fucking house, immediately. You dashed down the stairs and turned the corner, seeing your cart right where you left it. The door was still open too, but the beta was no where to be seen. You immediately darted forward, grabbing the cart tightly and beginning to push it past the thresholdâ
You were stopped in your tracks at the sight of two unnecessarily broad alphas. Both were tall, the white man standing just an inch or so taller, with a full beard and blond hair. The black alpha had facial hair too, a cleanly edged goatee to match a faded cut. Both were incredibly attractive and putting off waves of pheromones, to the point that your head floated for a moment. Your lips clamped shut on a whine, instinct trying to push through and alert the two powerful alphas of your presence. Instead you ducked your head and continued out the door.
âHi there, sweetheart.â Your gaze snapped up, immediately locking with a pair of dark brown eyes. âYou the housekeeper?â
âYes sir,â you answered quietly, stopping short in front of them when neither moved out of your way. âSorry to have been here so late. Have a good evening.â
Both were still smiling, still pointedly not moving.
âMy nameâs Steve, thatâs Sam,â the blondâs nose twitched, just slightly, and you realized he was very discretely scenting the air. âNice to meet you. Do you live in town?â
âN-No, please excuse me,â you nudged the cart forward just an inch but they still didnât budge and panic began coursing through your blood with renewed vigor, âexcuse mââ
âYour scent is⌠confusing,â Steveâs head tilted to the side, âI donât mean to be crass, of course, but I couldnât help but notice.â
âItâs always been this way,â the response was automatic and your brain began shutting down all unnecessary functions; you were about to have to run and hope your omega physiology would make you faster than them.
âYou smell almost like an omega,â he continued, both hands coming to rest on his hips, emphasizing the width of his shoulders. âBut not quite?â
âIâm a beta.â
âAre you sweetheart?â Samâs voice was a rumble, his head tilted to the side while his dark eyes burned holes into your skin.
The tone an alpha used with naughty omegas was deliberate and tightly controlled, the same as a command or a purr or a growl. It was on purpose, an attempt to nicely draw out the correct response. He wanted you to admit you were an omega, to tell them the truth of your own volition. The fact that your hindbrain desperately wanted to comply was a completely different issueâone you didnât have time to address right now.
âPositive,â you breathed, clenching your fists tightly around the handles of the cart for just a second before deciding to leave it behind; youâd never be coming back here, there was no reason to worry about preserving your job.
Your eyes were quick and indefinitely perceptive. Being an omega was one step up from being a prey species, it came with inherent instincts that made you especially good at predicting behaviors. After all, an omega was only as good as their ability to please and soothe packmates. One of the single upsides to being an omega was that you were fast thoughâfast enough to outrun most alphas. And you only needed to go about a hundred and fifty feet, once you were in your car you could certainly get away. So the second you realized the pair was about to shift, moving to face each other more than you, you darted around the cart and dodged to the left.
It wasnât your fault, honestly. There was no way you couldâve known you werenât dealing with normal alphas. The blond was so fast that he almost moved between blinksâone moment he was still, the next heâd wrapped his arms around you and tugged you back into his chest. His arms were like steel, one wrapped around your torso to keep your arms pinned to your sides while the other carefully held your chin. Your hindbrain was screaming now, submit, submit, make alpha happy and you bit down on your tongue to hold in the whimpers, the omega sounds your throat was trying to produce.
âShhh, shh, calm down,â it was half a tone away from being a purr and you continued to squirm while you still couldâan alpha command was coming, you could feel it in your bones.
âLet Steve smell you,â Sam was rumbling instead of talking again, a similar half purr to how Steve had started speaking. "Everythingâs okay, omega.â
You felt a nose nudge down your neck, towards your scent gland and you bared your teeth at the man in front of you. âIâm not an omega!â
âYou smell like omega,â Steveâs breath ghosted over your skin and you fought a shiver. "Sort of. Itâs buried, under⌠beta⌠sour beta?â
âWhat sort of suppressants are you on, sweetie?â You startled as the beta from earlier emerged from the house, wiping his hands on a dish towel absently. "Are you cutting them with anything? Heroin, or coke? Itâs okay, you just need to tell me.â
âTell Bruce sweetheart,â Sam coaxed, automatically moving to roll up the sleeves of your shirt, evidently looking for track marks. "Where do you get them?â
âIâm not on suppressants!â Your voice was almost a shriek at this point, desperately imitating the behavior of an angry beta rather than a terrified omega. âIâm a beta! Get off of me!â
âOkay, okay, here then,â Steveâs arm around your torso tightened, the one on your chin beginning to work its way down towards your jeans. "Thereâs only way one to tell for sure.â
Shock and fear and humiliation; an array of emotions swarmed through your body as his hand popped the button but those were the three you could identify and you immediately started thrashing your legsâhe was going to check if you had an omega ridge and then everything would be over. It was a defining physical characteristic that couldnât be passed off as anything other than what it was: a boney protrusion meant to catch on an alphaâs knot so they could be locked in place. In females it was found in the vagina, prominently featured directly before the g-spot so a knot would cause persisting pleasure. For males it was similarly positioned next to the prostate.
âCalm down, calm down!â Sam crooned, hands coming up to cup your face as while Steveâs slithered down the front of your jeans and into your panties. "Itâs okay sweetheart, no matter what. Whatever Steve finds, youâre okay. Youâre safe. Weâll keep you safe.â
The thrashing was doing nothing but tiring you out, youâd already been intensively cleaning for the past 9 hours without a break and it certainly wasnât dissuading the hand slithering between your folds. You bit down on your tongue harder, until you drew blood to prevent the whimpersâyou couldnât make that stupid sound, youâd never make that stupid, pathetic, whiney noise, you couldnât. Not even when a long, thick finger penetrated and sunk knuckle deep. Not even when the pad of said finger brushed your g-spot before hooking onto the ridge, tugging gently in a way that wouldâve caused blinding pleasure had you not grounded yourself with the pain of biting your tongue.
âThere it is,â Steveâs voice was soft, finger carefully running the length of the ridge. "A nice deep one too.â
âHow long have you been taking suppressants?â Bruce prodded quietly, coming to stand next to Sam. âI need to know what sort of damage weâre looking at.â
When you didnât respond Sam sighed, fingers brushing gently over your chin as he directed you to face him. "Please donât make us use an alpha command, sweetheart. We just wanna take care of you. Tell Bruce how long youâve been on suppressants, please.â
You regarded the handsome alpha for several short moments before spitting a mouthful of blood directly into his face.
 content warnings: assault, noncon vaginal fingering
edited 7/9/21 - still on hiatus
#avengers x reader#steve rogers x reader#thor x reader#bucky barnes x reader#sam wilson x reader#tony stark x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#wanda maximoff x reader#clint barton x reader#dark!steve rogers#dark!thor#dark!bucky barnes#dark!tony stark#dark!natasha romanoff#wow i give up its too many#posies chapter 1#will reblog w tags in just a sec
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I Crave Annihilation
Title: I Crave Annihilation Summary: Â Fem!Reader x Mafia!Dark Tony Stark. Tony works for the readerâs very influential politician father moving guns and drugs. She starts flirting with him and he is returning the vibes. She moves into her own place out of her parentâs house and texts him to come save her from a house party. Smut ensues. Words: 3,310 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, HUGE age difference, angst, violence, infidelity, possessive behavior Authorâs Note: You know when things just pour out of you and you go with it? Yeah. Me too. This is that. Iâm thinking this might just be a one shot like my Petal Castiel fic. Song inspo for this.
Part Two ||Â Masterpost (mobile)Â || Fanfic masterpost
Are you busy?
You pressed send on the text to Tony, leaning on the wall. Your eyes moved across the kitchen, wandering over everyone taking shots, playing beer pong. You spotted someone bringing in the pizza that had been ordered and you jumped to acting, coming right up to them. The girl smiled and put it on the counter. She was cute â her name was Rihanna, you thought -- but you knew she had a girlfriend here; you had talked to them earlier briefly out on the patio while you shared a cigarette.
âPreference?â
âVeggie?â
âNo, sorry,â she shook her head. âThereâs cheese, pepperoni, and meat lovers. So, the complete opposite of what youâre looking for. Are you vegetarian?â
âNo, I just was craving it. Iâll take pepperoni.â
She dug through the boxes, the crowd around the pair of you growing at all the other drunk party goers. She made an aha sound, finding it on the bottom and pushed the box towards you. You grabbed a piece and sunk your teeth into it.
You snuck your way through the group and leaned back against the counter, pulling out your phone. He had already texted back, much to your amusement.
Not particularly. Why?
So, he had saved your number. That was a great sign. Your heart was starting to beat faster with anticipation. Taking another big bite, you savored it and swallowed. You wanted something in your stomach instead of the jungle juice and multiple types of potato chips you had been ingesting for the last couple hours. You ate the piece quickly, eyeing the group, thinking you should have grabbed a second piece. But maybe you could convince Tony to stop somewhere if he could come get you. You had had a ride home, but she had started rifling shots when her crush showed up.
My DD isnât a DD anymore.
You hoped he would show up with that invitation.
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Tony and you had been flirting for a long while, playfully at first and had gotten more bold as time went on. But it had to be kept under wraps, nothing real or physical, since he worked for your dad. He had patched over from another part of the mafia when they had merged a years ago, coming closer to your city to work with the crew here.
The first time the new guys showed up at your dadâs house with the veterans of the area, it was relatively late at night. Your father was a politician, a powerful one. You had been swimming in the pool and they had come through the gate to go towards the guest house to have a meeting. You surfaced hearing voices as you did laps.
âDonât mind us, keep going, sweetie,â your father had told you as he walked by.
âHey, Y/N,â Christian, the president of their faction said as he passed you.
âHi,â you told him in response, coming to the edge of the pool. âYou still owe me that $10!â
He stopped and turned around, a wide smile on his face. You had challenged him to pool last weekend and he had been so drunk he had forgotten to pay you when you won. He walked back towards you as the other mafia walked in, pulling out his wallet.
âYouâre just like your father. Wonât forget a cent.â You shrugged as he pulled out a ten. âWant me to leave it on your towel?â
âThat works,â you said just as you caught sight of new faces following in.
They all were looking at you and you knew if they knew you were your fatherâs daughter, they would not be staring so abashedly to not offend him. You were only 19, your 20th coming up soon. One in particular though, he was not taking his eyes off of you as he walked by. You locked eyes with him, a small smirk playing on your lips. He was handsome, terribly so. You did not back away from his lascivious look, meeting him in intensity.
âHey!â Christian snapped his fingers at the guys, noticing them all staring. âShow my niece some respect! You bunch of lechers!â He was not really your uncle, but he might as well be. He tossed the ten onto your towel and said, âWatch out for these assholes. Theyâre a bunch of pricks.â
âWill do,â you vowed, crossing your heart. âIâve got you to protect me anyhow.â
âYouâre damn right,â Christian responded, laughing before turning and walking off with the group.
The same man though looked back, finding you still looking. You blushed despite yourself before averting your eyes and moving back away from the wall to continue your laps.
After that, he had come to the house a handful of times and every time the two of you had shared flirtatious looks, sharing sparse words to introduce yourselves. He was far older than you, early forties. At least twice your age but you did not care. He was dangerous and you liked that. And he was single as far as you could tell.
At a late-night soiree, you had come home, finding them all drunk in the back yard, which was a risk for your father, but he was not one known to always heed caution by being tied to this mafia openly. Especially when he got a few drinks in him. There were card games going on, some of the mafia swimming in the pool.
Tony had looked up from the patio, sitting at one of the tables, seeing you inside speaking to one of his guys, Thor. Thor was a flirt, but he was harmless, holding out a shot to you. You had spotted Tony noticing you moments before and you shrugged, taking the shot from him. You were still underage, but your dad let you indulge, especially if it was at home. And around people he could trust, his mafia. No harm would come to you here, so you were not worried about him catching you.
The two of you took the shot and you did your best to not grimace because it was scotch.
âTook it like a champ,â Thor complimented, a wide smile on his face.
âYou mind finding me a chaser?â you choked out.
He laughed in response and said, âSure.â
Thor left you and you took a deep breath, trying to swallow the taste of the scotch. It really was nasty stuff. You turned your head and found Tony blatantly staring at you from outside on the porch.
You moved outside and came up to him, eyeing the cigarette in his hand, hanging by his side. He breathed out some smoke and you held out your hand expectantly.
His lips twitched in amusement and he held it up to you. You took it from him, wrapping your lips around it sensually, keeping eye contact. You took a deep breath in before pulling it out. Your lipstick was lining the cigarette. You exhaled slowly; eyes still locked. He looked damn good in the white button up he was wearing, tight black jeans.
âDoes your dad know you smoke?â Tony inquired.
You shrugged, âItâs a social habit.â
Tony did smirk then, and you took another drag before handing it back to him. He wrapped his lips around it, and you smiled seeing your lipstick mark disappear into his mouth.
âAnd Iâm sure you can keep it a secret,â you added, putting your hands behind your back, exposing your breasts more in your small tank top. He did not refrain from looking down briefly.
âSure, precious,â he responded, and your stomach fluttered at the pet name. You loved his attention far too much for your own good.
You held out your hand and he went to hand you the cigarette again and you shook your head, causing him to stall. He narrowed his eyes curiously and you said, âYour phone.â He rose a brow now and you explained, âIf Iâm having a secret keeper, I might need to call them for help sometime, right?â
Tony ground his teeth for a moment, giving you a scrutinizing look. He looked hesitant; no doubt thinking about what your father would do if he knew how much the two of you were flirting. You flexed your fingers quickly, gesturing for him to hand it over. That broke him.
He sucked his bottom lip in, reaching into his pocket and handing his phone over to you. You flipped through it, finding his messages and sending yourself a text with a winky face.
âThatâs naughty of you. What if your dad saw that?â Tony asked the moment he saw the text you had sent.
âWell, do what you just promised me. Keep secrets,â you responded, giving him a wink before turning away from him and walking back into the house, leaving him on the patio.
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Things had not progressed far from then because you had moved out of the house after getting accepted into a nearby university quickly afterward. You just wanted to be away from the house, have some independence, and you were willing to take on the money needed to live in an apartment. You had not seen him because of this, you had roommates and how could you explain a forty some year-old man coming over. But you found yourself thinking about him a lot recently in the months since you had moved out. He had not texted you and you thought maybe he thought you were silly and had just been a small distraction for him. That hurt and you hated thinking about that. When your friends went for hookups, you turned down guys who had come onto you, not interested.
You wanted him. There was something about him that drew you like a moth to flame.
You need a ride?
Yes, please.
Whatâs the address?
He was being cordial, probably in case someone happened to see the text conversation. You hoped that would stop the moment you got in the car. You managed to swipe another piece of pizza â no stopping on the way home now â but also got pressured into drinking another cup of jungle juice., Thankfully, you were able to toss half of the cup into the sink and you left the empty cup on the counter. You were not going to risk leaving a half cup where any of the frat boys could come by and drug it, waiting for a poor girl to come pick it up.
When he texted he was outside, you told your friend you had a ride and she had protested, wanting you to stay. You told her she was too drunk and that your other roommate was going to hang out with her. She asked who was picking you up and you said a friend before pulling away from her.
You got into his Lexus, collapsing back into the seat. He was watching you closely and you turned your head to look at him, smiling. âThank you so much. It was so loud in there.â
âYouâre telling me,â he said eyeing the house. âIâll be surprised if the cops donât stop by before 11pm. You can hear it out here.â
Trying to pretend like you could not see him running his eyes over your body â you had worn a black lace top over a black bra and a burgundy bandage skirt â you sat up straighter, giving an even clearer view of your tits.
âYeah, well, good thing Iâm dipping out then. Donât need an MIP on my record. Not right before my 21st birthday.â
Tony snorted as he pulled away from the curb, taking off down the street.
âSeriously, itâs next month.â
âI know,â Tony chuckled.
You smiled and giggled, âYou know my birthday?â
It was his turn to smile over at you. âOf course. How could I forget that 20th birthday? You looked perfect in that dress. I couldnât stop looking at those photos.â
Your stomach was in knots hearing that. He had been looking at your social media. And for how long? Apparently for a long while. You wondered how often he was looking at the photos⌠and what he had been doing while he was looking at them. You could not help your mind going to dirty places, thinking of his hand wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off to you. That is sure as hell what he was insinuating. Maybe this was not such a good ideaâŚ
Tonyâs hand slid across over to your thigh, gripping, erasing any doubt about where the night was heading. You let him, relaxing into the seat as best as you could, listening to the music.
You had instigated this, what was happening right now. So, why did you feel so nervous? You tried to fight off the feelings of doubt that were incoming hard the closer the two of you got to your apartment â you had not given him the address. But he knew where to go. That was a huge red flag, only compounding your nervousness.
His phone rang and he looked down at the middle console where it was resting. You saw Steveâs name popping up and you asked, âShould you answer that?â
âNo,â Tony shook his head.
The call went to voicemail.
A few minutes later, the phone started ringing again. This time it was Thor. You narrowed your eyes, shooting him a look. You saw he saw the phone and you were wondering why he was not reacting.
âMaybe they need to talk to you?â you said carefully.
Maybe distracting him with work would stop what was coming at you like a freight train. You had dreamed about this for months but now that it was happening, you were just teetering on panic. He was so much older than you and he worked for your dad. What would happen if it ever came to light the two of you had sex? And what happened past this?
âHe can get anyone to help them. Not everyone gets to be here with you, precious. You actually wanna turn it off for me?â He asked, nodding at the phone that had gone silent now.
âAre you sure?â you asked, staring at him.
âYes,â Tony said more firmly. You reached down, picking the phone up and turning it off against your better judgment. Maybe you should have pressed it more but that was passed now. You placed it back down in the middle console and he winked, âThanks, doll.â
He was at your back as you walked into the dark apartment, and you flipped on the kitchen light before kicking your shoes off and then walked to the freezer. âDo you want a drink?â
When you turned around he was right there, ready to pounce. His lips were on yours immediately and he pressed you up against the counter, his hands roaming and digging in to hold you close.
âIâll take that as a no,â you breathed out when he gave you the space to breathe.
âWhereâs your room?â he husked, still kissing you, cupping your ass.
You were still having second thoughts about this, but it was already happening, him riled up. You guided him to your bedroom, his hands barely leaving you. Your clothes were stripped from you and he wasted no time undressing himself too in the process. You laid back down on the bed, him weighing you down. You kissed him back, matching his fervor. You had wanted this for so long and it was happening. You fell into that memory, thinking of how much he desired you. This powerful, handsome man wanted you. Yeah, you wanted that. You wanted his attention. You spread your legs for him, holding onto him as he entered.
His guttural moans as he pounded you into the mattress caused you to dig your nails into his back, trying to match the shallow pain he was inflicting on you to even the score. Tony was relentless, even as he slowed his thrusts, his teeth were digging in at the base of your neck, sucking roughly. His hand came down in between the two of you and he began circling your clit.
âCome for me, precious. Come on,â he encouraged roughly, leaving bruising kisses along your jaw.
You whimpered feeling the coil in your stomach tightening as he massaged you towards release. That was new; no boy you had been with had even given a shit about you getting off. But he did. You were enjoying this, his regard for your orgasm.
He was skilled that was for damn sure and sooner rather than later, your legs shook, sharp, broken cries leaving your lips. He groaned loudly, his hand leaving your clit and he resumed a brutal pace as you clenched around him.
He let go in warm spurts, coating your walls. You were limp there, letting him use you like a doll as he finished himself. His head fell limp as well, his breath hot on your neck.
Tony laid a soft kiss at the base of your neck and you flinched slightly at the contact. It was where there was sure going to be a hickey tomorrow. He chuckled lightly and laid another soft kiss on your jaw before meeting your lips, pulling you towards him.
âSorry about that,â he whispered. âGot a little caught up.â
Licking your lips, you asked timidly, âIt was okay?â
Tony pulled away, looking down at you, his brow stitched, taking in your bashful face.
ââOkayâ? You did perfect. So good,â Tony purred, and you felt warmth at his praise. He leaned back down, kissing you again, harder this time. âSo fucking good, precious. You are a marvel.â
Maybe it had not been a mistake, you thought to yourself. He was holding you close, pinning you against him protectively.
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Tony got back in his car, pulling his phone out and turning it back on. He saw there were a lot of missed calls from Steve and Thor. Rolling his eyes, he pressed call back to Steve.
âWhat the fuck? Why werenât you answering your phone?â Steve answered his phone, pissed off.
âI was busy,â Tony told him dryly.
ââBusyâ. What the fuck are you playing at?â
Only hesitating for a moment before deciding eh could trust Steve, since Steve knew about their games, Tony answered, âY/N. Picked her up from a party and gave her a ride home.â
Steve was quiet for a moment and Tony leaned back in the seat as he let that information settle in with him.
Steve finally scoffed, âMan, you better have been getting your dick sucked.â
âI got one better. If I could describe to you how tight she was, I would,â Tony said lewdly, looking back up at her dark bedroom window. He had left her in bed. She had been so cute, worried she had not done well. If he was not worried about all the phone calls he had been receiving before he turned his phone off to make sure he got to bury his dick in her tonight, he would have waited to go for round two. That would have to wait though. He was certainly coming back to collect on that. He could already tell he had her wrapped around his finger.
That actually drew a laugh from Steve, and he said more quietly, âYouâre forgiven, you prick. But youâre gonna need to make up an excuse because Damien is going to want an answer. We had a shipment come in and you werenât here.â
âYou mean I canât just tell him I was busy banging his daughter?â Tony asked sarcastically.
âI wouldnât and I would advise you not to because I need your dumbass,â Steve retorted but Tony could tell he was smiling.
âDuly noted. Iâll think of something,â Tony said before hanging up the phone.
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What I Deserve...
Yurio leaned against the brick wall behind him, pressing his spine against the harsh cement as rain continued to drip down is face, soaking into his already wet clothes. He shivered, wiping his nose with the back of his hand as he closed his eyes, swallowing thickly as tears formed in his eyes, as the air around him became hot and heavy, hard to breathe. He smacked his head against the brick behind him, sliding against the rough brick as it scrapped against his back until he was sitting on the cold ground, and he opened his tired eyes, looking up at the stars that littered the night sky. He didnât want to be alone⌠but he didnât want to go to Viktorâs apartment yet⌠he wasnât ready. He felt like shit. But whether that was from his momâs phone call, her leaving a day prior, or the nausea coursing through his stomach, the 15-year-old wasnât sure.
      Rain beat against his face harshly, mixing with the saltwater washing down his pale cheeks, and the teenager took a deep breath as his motherâs words echoed in his head. They donât love you, honey⌠and if your grandfather was trying to keep you from me, then maybe he deserved what he gotâŚ.
      Yurio flinched again, choking on the sob he refused to push past his lips. He was drowning, and the past few days spent with his mother hadnât help anything⌠it had made things worse. He needed someone right now. He needed anyone⌠he needed to stop being so damn weak⌠he was weak. The Russian punk glanced down at the blue and green surrounding his ankle, grimacing as the slightly swollen flesh throbbed as he pressed against the bruise. He shivered again as the cold water fell from his chin, collecting in a puddle in his lap.
      He pulled his phone from his pocket with shaking fingers, letting his thumb hover over Otabekâs number, knowing he had already tried calling the older boy twice. Youâre just being annoying⌠they donât really love you, honey. Yurio shook his head softly, biting his lip, wondering if he would have the strength to call Yuuri⌠wondering what would happen if he did. The phone buzzed in his hand as his motherâs name flashed across the screen. Yurio cringed, shoving the phone in his pocket harshly, not really caring if the already broken glass cracked more. She had called earlier in the evening, when the teenager had found enough energy to pry himself from the bathroom floor⌠to explain. To explain her absence. Medicine- she had told him. She was grabbing medicine. But the money Yurio had offered earlier was gone⌠and so were most of her things.
      Lights flashed across him briefly as a car drove past, splashing water in Yurioâs direction as the teenager pushed himself off the dirty sidewalk. He leaned against the wall, pulling his wet jacket closer to him as thunder boomed overhead, and lightning struck a street sign a few feet away. He sucked in a shaky breath as he pushed himself away from the wall, shoving his trembling hands in his pockets as he started walking towards Viktor and Yuuriâs apartment.
      They were going to ask. Fuck, theyâd probably freak⌠after Yurioâs fight with them. The teenager stumbled slightly before catching himself against the wall and stopping momentarily. Would they even want to see him? Shit⌠Shit.
      Yurio had been with them only about a month before his mom showed up, begging to be apart of her sonâs life again. Things had happened⌠horrible things over the past few months that felt crushing. Numbing. His grandfather had passed. His mother showed up. She came to one of his performances, and the teenager had fucked up so badly that he ended up having a panic attack in the locker room⌠and itâd been a few weeks after that that the teenager finally agreed to meet with her. A month later, he agreed to stay with her for a while, while she got back on her feet- and that had made things difficult between Viktor, Yuuri, and him. Heâd gotten into an argument. He had said some things he couldnât take back⌠and he hadnât really talked to them since.
      But he had nowhere else to go. He couldnât stay in that house. In his grandfatherâs house. Too many memories etched between familiar fabric and musty walls. With his mom, he could ignore it. But by himself⌠he couldnât. He just couldnât be there. And his mom. The 15-year-old knew it was stupid; it was so fucking stupid, but he believed sheâd changed. That she really wanted him back⌠and he told himself not to fall for it, not this time around but she was his mom. And he was fucking stupid. So fucking stupid.
      His phone vibrated again, and the teenager pushed himself away from the wall again, kicking some water towards the road as he glanced towards Viktorâs apartment. Despite it being late, Yurio knew the two older skaters wouldnât be home just yet. They practiced late for more privacy, and the thought of them wanting more privacy was nauseating to say the least⌠or maybe it was the thought of trying to explain his appearance after a month of avoiding them.
      Yurio swallowed harshly as he entered the building and trudged up the 13 flights of stairs. Normally, heâd just take the elevator, especially since he felt like shit⌠but he was nervous, and running through explanations, trying to find a quick excuse. To find an apologize, something, anything that didnât require a lot of effort because the teenager had been up for a while, not to mention heâd been sick earlier. Something he would rather avoid the Geezer and Pork Cutlet finding out. He didnât need the drama. And he definitely didnât want their concern. They canât love you the way I do, honey. Youâre an inconvenience to them⌠nothing more than a publicity stunt.
      The 15-year-old is standing in front of their door before he realizes Viktor and Yuuri might tell him to leave. They might reject him⌠kick him out, tell him he wasnât welcome anymore. The teenager grasped the key in his jacket pocket as he bit his bottom lip, staring at the numbers posted to the door in bright gold. 1326. The apartment heâd memorized⌠the place heâd lived and had become comfortable in. But he hadnât stepped foot in their apartment since his mom. And they hadnât tried calling him. Because heâd been stupid and mean. The Russian Punk was mean⌠And he had said things he regretted the moment they left his mouth. Yurio had fucked up⌠and he didnât deserve Viktor or Katsudon.
He deserved his mother, and his dead grandfather. They were his family; the ones who were supposed to be his family. And in the end, theyâd left⌠his grandfather unable to trust the teenager enough to ask for help, and his mother not caring enough to stay when the 15-year-old needed her most. Heâd been let down by the people he loved, and he deserved it. He didnât deserve to be back here. The Russian Punk wasnât good enough for that. And heâd never be.
A soft meow echoed through the wooden door, followed by a light scratch, and a small smile broke across the teenagerâs face. Potya. Yuuri had agreed to watch him for the teenager since his mom was allergic. And since the fight, the 15-year-old had been too afraid to come back to visit her. Another meow trailed through the door, and Yurio glanced down to see a shadow moving on the other side of the door before a furry paw was shoved under the door.
The teenager laughed softly, shoving his key in the door and shivering as he pushed the heavy door open. He sighed loudly as silence met his ears, and Potya pounced at his shoes, clawing at the laces as the teenager bent down to pet him. Makkachin raised her head from the bed in the living room, wagging her tail quickly as it smacked against the bookshelf before rising and coming to greet the teenager.
Yurio bit the bottom of his chapped lips as he pet her head, scratching between the dogâs ears as she licked his warm cheek. Potya meowed as he rubbed against the teenagerâs legs before the 15-year-old picked him up, cuddling the fluffy cat against his face as he walked towards the couch. After a few moments, Potya squirmed, jumping from the teenagerâs grasp as Yurio collapsed against the couch.
He glanced around the small dark room slowly. The lights from the city bled through the sheer curtains, and the teenager let out a sigh of relief as he realized nothing had changed. Everything looked the same. Exactly where itâd been a month prior. Everything smelled the same. Felt the same⌠but he was alone right now. In an hour, when the two skaters came home, things might not feel the same. They might not be. But Yurio didnât have anywhere else to go, and he didnât know how to fix what he had already broken.
The 15-year-old swallowed thickly as he leaned his head against the couch, pressing a hand against his stomach as nausea ate at him. He was nervous. And shivering⌠and cold. The teenager cursed as he realized his clothes were still wet from the rain, that he was still wet from the rain. He groaned as he tried to find the energy to force himself up and change, but his head was beginning to hurt again, and the teenager was pretty sure the handful of Tylenol heâd choked done earlier was beginning to wear off.
His phone vibrated against, and Yurio shivered as he pulled the moist device from his pocket. His motherâs name flashed across the screen again before going black. The 15-year-old pressed the home button, wincing as he realized he had 28 missed calls all from her⌠and 30 unread messages. He inhaled slowly as he flipped through the messages, wiping at the tears forming in his eyes as he browsed through the texts. Iâm sorry, honey. Iâll be back later⌠those two bastards donât love you like I do! They will never love you like a mother can! Just like your pathetic grandfather couldnât love you like a mother could! Like I do! Pick up. Yuri, pick up! Youâre just like your fatherâŚ
Worthless. His phone smacked against the wall before the 15-year-old realized heâd thrown it. He gasped softly, watching the device crash to the ground, the screen cracking further as a small corner of the glass shot off. Potya ran from the room, and Makkachin raised her head from her bed as the teenager continued to stare at the device. Despite it cracking, the screen was still going off every few minutes, the bright screen flashing green as his motherâs face filled the window.
The A/C kicked on and rain continued to patter against the balcony outside as the teenager leaned further back against the couch, clenching his hands, his fingernails digging into the already visible cuts in his palms. Silence evaded the room again except for the soft snoring from Makkachin and pinging from his phone as another notification was pushed through. Yurio sighed loudly, closing his eyes as his headache pushed itself down his neck.
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 Something felt off the moment Viktor stepped through his apartment door. The hair standing up on the back of his neck as he scanned through the dimly lit living area, glancing towards Makkachin rising from her bed, Potya sitting on the counter gracefully, his senses on guard as he glanced back towards Yuuri, placing Chinese takeaway on the counter slowly.
The older man bent down, rubbing Makkachinâs neck gently before she pushed past him, towards Yuuri. Viktor stood offended, a shocked look crossing his face as he turned towards Yuuri, and the Japanese man stuck his tongue out towards him as the dog circled him happily. Viktor scoffed, âAt least Potya loves me.â
He reached towards the cat, petting him briefly behind the ear before the cat jumped from the counter, running from the room. Yuuri clicked his tongue before laughing loudly as Viktor put a hand over his heart. He sighed loudly as he took his coat off, slipping his shoes off slowly and began pulling the Chinese from the bag as Yuuri grabbed some plates.
âWhat are you staring at?â Yuuri asked as he set the plates down on the counter, an eyebrow raised towards Viktor as the older man watched him, leaning against the counter. Viktor shook his head, smirking as he ran a hand through his silver hair. He liked evenings like this. Him and Yuuri. Chinese takeaway. Rain⌠everything. Everything, every evening like this made Viktor love him more, made his past okay, made his life without his parents or his little sister okay. Evenings like this made Viktor feel okay, whole⌠and heâd never trade this for anything.
Yuuri pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose as he repeated the question, and the older skater reached over the counter, pushing some of Yuuriâs black hair behind his ear. The Japanese skater blushed, and Viktor laughed softly, âIâm just so happy to have met you. So lucky.â
Yuuri glanced down, smirking slightly as red flushed across his face. Despite being married for a year, Viktor still had the capability to make him feel like some lovesick teenager. He could still make him blush. It was almost embarrassing. Yuuri looked back up, shoving the plates to the side softly as he climbed on the counter, sitting on the edge where Viktor was standing. The older skater raised an eyebrow as Yuuri took his glasses off, running his fingers through his hair slowly.
Potya brushed against Viktorâs legs as the older man pulled Yuuri closer to him, surprised momentarily when the younger man pressed his lips against his, running his fingers under his shirt. Viktor forced Yuuri closer, shoving his hands under his wet jacket as he rammed it off quickly, Yuuriâs fingers pulling Viktorâs shirt over his head. Viktor gripped against Yuuriâs jeans, kissing against the younger manâs neck as he exhaled slowly as Yuuri pulled Viktorâs face back towards him, letting the Russian slip his shirt off frantically before Viktor pulled Yuuri from the counter.
They stumbled slightly, crashing against the table laughing, slamming against the bookshelf in the living room as Yuuri fumbled with Viktorâs belt, Viktor pressing his lips along the younger manâs collarbone, breathing heavily. He felt Yuuri slide his belt off, slinging it across the room as Viktor pulled him up again; Yuuri biting against Viktorâs neck gently as Makkachin whined, and the older glanced towards the couch.
âFuck!â Viktor blurted, dropping Yuuri as his eyes connected with the small teenager sprawled across his couch. Yuuri scrambled up quickly, confusion crossing his face as he reached for the light, flicking it on before following his husbandâs gaze, cursing softly. The Japanese skater fumbled, pulling his shirt from the floor before tossing Viktorâs towards him, hitting the older man in the face. Viktor grasped his shirt, shoving it inside-out over his head as he took a step forward.
His foot collided with something hard, and Viktor glanced down, his eyebrows drawing together slowly as he reached for Yurioâs phone. He inspected the cracked screen, missing edges, the dented side, harboring a small amount of white paint from impact; he pressed the on button only to find the phone dead or broken, maybe both. Yuuri shoved his glasses back on his face as he bit nervously at his thumbnail, âWhatâs he doing here, Vitya?â
Viktor glanced towards him before kneeling next to the slumbering teen. Anger washed through him momentarily, and Viktorâs hand hovered over the 15-year-oldâs jacket before he shook his head and lowered his hand. The older Russian let out a long sigh, looking over the teenagerâs complexion.
They hadnât seen Yurio in a month. No phone calls. No texts. No visits. Nothing. He and Yuuri had stopped by Yurioâs grandfatherâs house about a week after the teen left, only to find the kidâs mother, telling them to get lost. Yurio didnât want to see them. Ever. According to her. And despite his judgement, Viktor was willing to oblige if it was easier for the 15-year-old. Besides it wasnât like the kid answered his phone calls or texts anyway. But now? Why was he here now?
The older man sat there for a few minutes, thinking. Makkachin whined against, nudging Viktorâs shoulder before sniffing the teenagerâs right arm, dangling off the couch. A chill washed over the older Russian as the hair on the back of his neck stood up slowly. Yurio looked like shit. He was pale, his lips chapped, a small cut across his cheek as a soft pink stood against his complexion. The older man reached for the teenagerâs outstretched palm, seeing bloody indents from his nails forced through skin. The kid had had a panic attack at some point. Self-destructive, Nikolai had told him. Yurio didnât know how to deal with his emotions, and he relied on self-destruction, self-infliction as an outlet.
âViktor,â Yuuri said softly, and Viktor let go of the teenagerâs hand, glancing towards Yuuri, who was kneeling near the kidâs feet. Heâd slipped the youngerâs socks off before his fingers ghosted over the swollen and bruised flesh on the kidâs left ankle. The older man rose slowly, gently prodding the black and green flesh, his lips forming a thin tight line as he set the 15-year-oldâs ankle back down softly. He glanced towards the kidâs face as Yuuri picked at some of the skin on his thumbnail before whispering, âHeâs seriously out.â
Viktor hummed in response, pressing his back against the coffee table as he leaned back, anger washed through him. Yuuri was right, the kid should have woken by now- itâs not like Viktor or Yuuri had known he was here, and they werenât exactly quiet. But he was still asleep⌠which meant the kid was exhausted. He hadnât been sleeping. And he looked like he hadnât been eating much either. His cheekbones were more prominent than a month ago, his face paler; he seemed smaller which was concerning because the kid wasnât big to begin with.
Viktor ran a hand over his tired face, clenching the bridge of his nose as tension began to spread up his neck, through his shoulders. He turned towards Yuuri who was still tearing at the hangnail on his thumb, smiling sadly before standing as one name raged through his mind. Over and over and over. Micha. Yurioâs mom- she had lied to him. To Viktor. She said sheâd make sure nothing bad would happen to the kid⌠but if he was here, if he had come back, something bad had obviously happened. And she was to blame. And Viktor was going to fucking kill her.
Yuuri sighed loudly as he watched the older Russian stand, pulling his phone from his pocket, flipping through his contacts before pressing the phone to his ear. He watched Viktor pace through the kitchen, running a hand through his hair before pulling the phone away, pressing call, and pressing it against his ear again. He stood there, hand on his hip as he shook his head, scoffing. He redialed as Yuuri sat down on the coffee table, running his fingers through the teenagerâs hair gently.
Itâd been a while since theyâd seen the kid. And truth be told, Yuuri was slightly relieved to see him now⌠ but if Yurio was here, that meant something had happened. Something with his mom. Yuuriâs stomach clenched as he brushed his thumb over the small cut on the kidâs face before pressing his hand against his cheek, then forehead. Yurio whimpered softly as Yuuriâs hand connected with an uncomfortable warmth radiating from the teenagerâs skin.
âViktor,â Yuuri whispered, his fingers still carding through the youngerâs hair as he glanced towards his husband. Viktor was still pacing, still trying to get whoever heâd called to answer. He shook his head, cursing before throwing his phone against the counter, running a hand over his face slowly. Yuuri cleared his throat again, âViktor!â
The older Russian paused, glancing in Yuuriâs direction as the younger skater stood. Yuuri crossed his arms gently, âHe has a fever.â
Viktor raised an eyebrow as he crossed through the small living room, kneeling over the teenager as Yuuri brushed past him. Viktor pressed his hand against the kidâs forehead before pushing the blondeâs bangs away from his face, cursing again. He leaned against the arm of the couch, forcing his hands against the fabric as he took a few slow breaths, closing his eyes momentarily. He should have known better; Viktor should have known better- he should have trusted his instincts. Micha was bad news, and Nikolai had warned him about her, warned him to keep Yurio from seeing her. But she was his mother. And Viktor was just glad to see the kid happy again. But Micha had played them. She had played the kid since he was here, and she wasnât. And now Viktor and Yuuri had to pick up the pieces, fix the damage she had done to the teenager⌠because Viktor had been a fucking moron.
Something nudged his side, and Viktor opened his eyes slowly, turning to see Yuuri kneeling next to the teenager again. He pressed a few wet paper towels against the kidâs forehead before running his fingers through the blondeâs hair gently. Viktor watched as water dripped from the towels, rolling down the teenagerâs temples, soaking into the old grey fabric of the couch. This was Viktorâs fault. He was the adult. He should have known.
The 15-year-old stirred slightly, his fingers reaching for the small compress on his forehead before Viktorâs fingers grasped his, pushing the kidâs hand back down. He leaned over the couch as Yurio blinked slowly, and Viktor gave him a soft smile, carding his fingers through the boyâs hair. Confusion crossed the teenagerâs face before he choked loudly, tears welling in his eyes.
âV-Vitya,â Yurio sobbed softly as his eyes met the older Russian...
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Doldrums | Dazai {AU}
The Tea House is the only clean place in all of the three outlying territories; the capital and castle are overflowing with gold. There's boredom in both places and freedom in neither. Dazai finds the only way to amuse himself and you're just curious enough to agree. {fic under the cut} [ao3 link] x [patreon]
The long reign of the king ended unexpectedly. Within the first few months of the kingâs death, the prodigal heir to the throne was crowned the one-hundred-and-fifteen King of Tartalya. Despite what the royal family toted to the public the new king only resembled his father in strategical demeanor. The princeâs (now king) features were prominent and sharp whereas the previous king had cheeks still plump with baby fat and a wide smile. Prince Osamu never smiled; that was the rumor anyway.
Per Tartalya tradition the new king was married within the first month of his new position. His wife, the dutchess of a rich port territory, fawned over him endlessly. A polished depiction of what Tartalyaâs queen should be. Sweet, humble, and above all else, proper. Tartalyaâs prior king required indisputable perfection within his court and their partners. Any imperfections were snuffed out quicker than a strong wind extinguishes a candle. The ruthless kingâs only heir was no exception to these strict expectations; a rumor from the high court states the princeâs wife was picked when they were both ten years old due to her bloodline, manners, and demeanor. Rumors from the high courts were often stretched and dissected until they resembled fables, but there was truth to some extent. That is what you were taught to believe anyway. Take the words of a man with as you would an ill-cooked gift; chew with conviction then spit it out when their back is turned. You were taught this of all rumors and of all men. Of the region claimed by Taraylaâs century-old monarch, only three territories have been allowed to rule without direct sanctions from the high court or prince. They are considered the dark outliers in both qualities of life and the quality of inhabitants. These three territories provide shelter for merchants coming to port looking to gamble and drink, criminals from other territories seeking asylum, and those who are not able to afford a single room within the cheapest region of Tartaylaâs kingdom. Like many of the other inhabitants born in Valnnin, your mother chose to leave you at the Tea House under the care of the Ozaki clan the day after youâd turned five. She was paid a handsome fee and signed a contract never to return to the Tea House. Supposedly, many women bear children simply to drop them at the Tea House for the reward. That rumor was not hard to believe given the state of Valnnin. Decent money offered the means to escape Valnnin to the closest region in Tartayla, Soinet, where large farms sit on rolling green hills lush with purple fruit that grows plentiful on tall trees. Anyone who made it out of Valnnin stayed out; by starvation or success. A part of you hoped your mother starved. There are worse fates in Valnnin than the Ozakiâs Tea House, though. Bred with a sharp wit and long cherry-red hair the Ozaki clan were well known all over Tartayla for their refined charisma and elegant beauty. Some of these traits were able to be passed on to the right young men and women making the courtesans of the Tea House the highest priced commodity in all of the three territories. Top earners are allowed to live in the lavish rooms on the top floor of the Tea House. The Ozaki house, a four-tier traditional home lit with gold paper lanterns and endless vines wrapped over a cobblestone bridge, sits across the Tea House. The watchful guardian for the inhabitants of the Tea House. Other than becoming part of a legacy family in Valnnin, like the Ozaki, the best living was at the top of the Tea House. Residing in the middle, for now, was comfortable enough. â___, dear youâre staring.â Kouyou tuts, whacking your knee with her lace fan. When her fan is fully spread the gold filigree becomes a long winding dragon sifting through the clouds. A well-known symbol of the Ozaki clan. The dragon is imprinted throughout the Tea House and stamped on the inside of each girlâs wrist in gold ink. Ownership and protection, that is what they preached while poking your skin with a hot needle. âIs that potted ivy really that intriguing? It must be with how rude youâre being during our conversation.â Her long manicured nail brushes over your nose to draw your attention. Her touch instantaneously forces your shoulders to go rigid as your eyes drop to your lap. Kouyouâs sharp nails bite at your jawline. âDonât be rude to our company tonight. Understood?â You nod, wincing a bit at her grip. Kouyou-san only showed this type of intensity with newer girls in order to hammer in the traditions of the Tea House. You, however, had been here for fifteen long years and knew every twist and turn. Your familiarity had risen to the point that you and the other girls made wages on some of the staffâs mood based on an eyebrow quirk or tense knuckle. For the most part, you won each round. Kouyou-san did insist your looks and keen eye made for a high commodity, however, the blessings around your features were not as god-like as some of the girls. You were sure they came from a line of Queens and Goddesses long before humanity stomped over the grasslands. âKouyou-san, I donât understand why you wonât inform me who I am waiting for.â You shift uncomfortably in your silk robe. The pillow beneath your knees had become a hardened lump of clay that was sure to leave bruises. âUsing the gold room is above my station.â âIt is.â Kouyou agrees without an ounce of hesitation. If you were allowed to show your true emotions a dark frown laden with knitted brows would be reflecting back at Kouyou. Tea house manners forbade any type of backtalk, verbal or otherwise, toward the ladies of the house. It had been a long time since your feet had been whipped into a bloody mess due to your expressions. âYou should be thankful a man of high caliber is interested in your company.â You exhale through your nose and adjust the pillow subtly just for something to grab and ease the tension rising up your spine. The golden room was incredibly expensive and reserved for foreign clientele or a man rich enough to buy the country twice over. What you could gather from the maids who set the room was scarcely what you could consider good information but their gossiping mouths let out that the changes were due to the manâs incredibly specific taste. Instead of immaculate gaudy golden candles, simple paper lanterns were hung in shades of red that bounced off the polished wood walls. The marble table had been replaced with a smaller traditional one stacked high with poker chips and two crystal glasses. A bottle of imported whisky more expensive than the entirety of Valnnin had been staring back at you for the better part of an hour. Jewels from all over the country were heaped into woven baskets spilling out their glittering gemstones of blues, pinks, reds, and purples. One stone looked as big as your palm. Within the baskets, bracelets, and necklaces sparkle and hang over the rim like a used handkerchief tossed in the garbage. Money canât buy taste, you think to yourself, though you wouldnât mind pocketing some of those jewels to sell later. Abruptly the double doors open and the lanterns are snuffed out. Above your head dangles an imported odd-shaped light with arms extending outwards holding each white candle as if it were trying to scorch the walls. Kouyou stands to greet the unknown guest. Gliding across the wooden floor as a swan crosses a lake. You remain perfectly poised. Long red dress stretching out your arms to pool against your thighs. The Tea House provided silk garments for expensive clients that showed skin without being over-zealous. A strong dip in the back revealing your spine for wandering fingers. Bare shoulders for teeth to graze and tease. Your lips had been painted deep red to accentuate a pout worthy of a diamond necklace. Beyond Kouyouâs tall stance you barely make out the rough edges of a man much taller than Kouyou. âEnjoy your time, sir. Please, let me know if I can do anything to be more accommodating.â Kouyouâs bow is deep and longer than usual. The man doesnât bow back. The guards that had accompanied him to the golden room remain on the other side of the screen door once itâs closed, another uncommon occurrence. You get to your feet and walk towards the man in the same manner Kouyou did. Youâd done this a hundred times. A thousand. Something high up, but there was an odd sensation growing in the pit of your stomach. Circling the pit of your belly like a serpent through the grass. âGood evening. Who do I have the pleasure of spending time with? Iâm afraid my tongue has gone numb in excitement.â The man chuckles and takes a step forward; you take in his form with a simple blink. His hair is an unruly slue of dark browns overlapping each other held back by a deep ruby pin, an odd style but the capital tended to couple foreign fashion with traditional garments. The stranger is incredibly tall, thin, wearing traditional Tartayla clothing though the crest on his lapel doesnât ring a bell. It did not mirror the crests members of the court wore nor the men stationed beneath them. Scribes, military, footmen, all members of the palace wore crests revealing their status to the world. A palace aid, even, would be able to afford the golden room for a night. âThatâs a lie.â He takes another few steps towards you. Swift. His long legs easily bring him close enough for you to smell his cologne. Expensive and foreign. âI specifically told Ozaki not to speak my name. A clever way to ask without asking.â You blink rapidly but hold your ground, folding your hands politely in front of your thighs. His stare is honey lined with liquid gold. âAs expected of a woman raised in the Tea House.â âI did not want to seem ill-prepared.â You finally answer, âIt is uncommon to not know the name of my companion prior to meeting.â Nicknames--you roll through the most requested, but none of them fit. He bends a bit, you expect a hand on your cheek or your chin; he grips your throat. Contracting your airways with an eerily gentle touch. âYou can address me as Dazai, nothing else.â His gaze remains ice cold. Something about the name bubbles up and up until your mouth unintentionally drops open just enough to let out a silent gasp. Prince Dazai. If he would let go of your chin you could bow to him but he anchors himself to the ground. âAh, there it is. I can let go that you did not recognize me considering we let the territories exist as an extension. Not much royalty passing through here? What a scandal~â. He releases your jaw and walks over to the table in the center of the room. Out of instinct, you follow behind with your head bowed just slightly. What would the prince be doing here? You presumed when royal blood desired the flesh of someone else other than their betrothed they found it easily among the many women of the court. âDazai, what is it you desire tonight?â Common phrases of your trade finally return once your tongue has melted off the shock. âBusiness.â He states, taking a seat on the plush pillows. âCome, and donât speak unless I ask you a question.â Dazai pats his hand on his lap as he speaks. You follow his command and walk yourself to his lap. The scent of him is overwhelmingly pleasing in comparison to the other men that have requested this position. With your back against his chest, you can feel the ruffle of fabric on your bare skin from his vest, itâs an interesting sensation. Youâd never felt this type of material before. âNow,â Dazai starts voice a rich smoky tenor, âyou will come with me to the capital and sit just like this. You wonât speak, you wonât move, you wonât do a thing except look as you do now.â He drags his knuckles down your spine. âAll you need to know is that. What lies in this room,â he lazily gestures to the jewels in the collapsing baskets, âwill be your payment.â All you can do is nod dumbly. What the hell did he want you at the capital for? To be a lap ornament? What a strange request. You want to say no, to tell him youâre much more than a porcelain doll to play with. Your wit and charm has made you the favorite of so many men of his own court. Dazai presses his nose to the curve between your throat and shoulder. âYou may ask one question but make it quick, I dislike having to ride home during the day.â Dazai gave you information without giving you detail. The bare-bones without an explanation or purpose, but he was the prince. You couldnât pester him for more like your regulars who gave vague requests--of which you denied regardless of what it was. Taking a courtesan out of the Tea House was strictly forbidden. There was no amount that would interest the Ozaki women to allow their charges to leave the premises with a client. Every person had their price, though, it should have been obvious considering your line of work. âAm I to be a lap ornament for your entertainment or to prove a point to another person?â Dazai pauses his hand on your spine. For a moment your heart freezes--until he begins to laugh. Harmonious and cheerful, it almost sounds sweet but the tingle in your spine tells you otherwise. âBoth,â Dazai places his hand on your thigh giving the soft flesh a tight squeeze, âbut the latter. I donât find very much of this world entertaining in the slightest.â Abruptly his teeth graze the shell of your ear as his hand wanders beneath your silk dress finding the edge of your hipbone. âThis is just to waste time.â                  __________________________ Jealousy was not something prince Dazai experienced. However, the man across from you seemed to be dripping green with it. You vaguely recognized him, a court-appointed general from the land across the sea. The name escaped you, anytime he appeared at the Tea House for your attention his words sank to the bottom of your consciousness. His conversation was as dull and his hands were fat with sausage-like fingers that didnât know how to properly undo the knots that held your dress together at the side. He never had enough money other than to converse for twenty minutes and stare at your nude body. Prior to the meeting, Dazai had walked you through the main courtyard filled lined with enormous evergreen trees and rose bushes taller than your shoulders. Members of the royal court bowed and held their tongues as you passed. Your clothing served as a clear indicator of your position in the Tea House. Dazai had made it a point to dress you in the most elegant outfit the Tea House allowed. Draped in gold and black with hints of deep scarlet beneath the split up your thigh. The palace was, unsurprisingly,  massive in size and stature. Getting lost for hours within its corridors and monumental rooms seemed inevitable. Had Dazai let you wander from his side. âDo not speak or move without my permission.â His only warning punctuated with a sharp slap to your ass. While the meeting went on Dazaiâs hands grew increasingly curious in tandem with his ever-rising boredom. Beneath the table, his fingers roamed between your legs never touching where you wanted. They drew teasing circles just outside your lower lips. Dug crescents into the meat of your inner thighs. The longer the meeting went on the higher his hands reached. Inside the deep cut of your dress to squeeze your breast while he spoke about the outcome of a fictional war the general had threatened, apparently. Something about trade prices rising. Anything happening beyond Dazaiâs grip wasnât sticking to your psyche. By the time the meeting was finished sweat was beading down the back of your neck. Your cheeks had grown hot to the touch and your clit was aching for touch. Dazai simply stood expecting you to catch yourself. âYou will not be returning to the Tea House.â It was all he said before two guards escorted you down a long corridor lined with paintings of the royal bloodline.            ___________________________________ The first time he fucked you the moon had appeared in splendor. Bright and bold against dark skies empty of stares and clouds. His wife had requested him to come to bed early. Her long dark hair falling in gentle curls illuminated by the candelabra she held in her fist. You watched from the corner of his study as Dazai used that talented tongue of his to herd her back to bed. Once the door was shut and locked with a metal key Dazai bent you over his desk and fucked you deep and slow. He left bite marks on your neck and laughed when you begged so pathetically to cum around his cock. At first, there was nothing inside him. No emotion to his touch and no passion beyond the carnal desire to fuck you when he needed release. His wife would often stare at you when you passed in the corridors trying to find some sort of entertainment. You had heard nothing of your position at the palace nor had anyone questioned your existence there. Dazai demanded you stay within his sights at all times and would punish you with hard slaps to your bare ass when you wandered too far. He was the softest after he left a red handprint on your behind. Heâd cradle you in his arms and call you pretty things like a lover would. It only served to deepen your confusion in both your own feelings for him and what he wanted out of your existence in his life.           _______________________________________ The queenâs illness came on rapidly and without a cause. She was pale with a fever and sickly looking. Her skin stretched over the bones of her face and her eyes looked glass. Nothing the doctors were doing had made a difference. She existed on her large bed surrounded by basins of water and broth, her ladies in waiting rotated washing her and feeding her the best they could. She couldnât move on her own accord except to speak in a low muddled voice. Dazai did not visit her often. After a week she had been moved to her own room down two corridors and across from the Kingâs quarters. The bed was burned and the room scrubbed clean until it glistened. Dazai didnât ask, he never did. When your room turned up empty you knew to find him in his quarters. His long legs propped up on the ottoman beside the window, fingers over his favorite book gifted by a friend long gone from this world. His touch had become gentle in the past few weeks. You presumed, at first, it was due to his grieving and perhaps guilt for the affair. Yet he did not change the frequency in which he kissed you, fucked you, held you against his chest for a few minutes before he eventually left the bed to finish whatever work heâd thrown across the floor when he grew too aggravated or bored. Nights he wanted to fall off the edge of the world he tied your hands to the bed and played with your body until sunrise. Dazai left his mark where he pleased. Nothing felt as good as his hands, his attention, his tongue. Rarely did he ever keep himself on top. No, he expected you to ride him. Make him cum while he watched you grow addicted to the feeling of his cock inside of you.                  ______________________ Dazai had to produce an heir, he said, one morning while youâd been eating breakfast at his side. His wife could not fulfill that duty while sick. You pause for a moment and set your glass down. Looking at him as the sun rises behind his head. âYou know I canât have children.â Part of the process of becoming part of the Tea House; everyone went through the procedure. âWhat do you plan to do?â Dazai wipes his mouth with a napkin. âWhat makes you believe I havenât already finished what I planned to do?â He places his elbows on the table and folds his fingers beneath his chin. That same gaze from the day you met him in the golden room returning to douse you in something unsettling. You blink at him and lean back in your chair. âAs long as the queen remains alive you are not able to marry another. You will be expected to wait to have a child with your wife when she is well again.â Dazai tilts his head. âI donât want children.â He says nonchalantly. âDazai..â What makes you believe I havenât already finished what I planned to do? âDazai.â His grin spreads wide, eyes darkening despite the light from the windows splashing halycon all over the room. âEat up, _____. Iâm growing bored.â
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reminiscence. (? x f!reader) pt6
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âThatâs not how you do it.â
Asami furrowed her brows at her. âOh yeah? Then show me how you knead dough.â (Y/N) rolled up her sleeves and began pressing into the dough with the heel of her palm, at first gently, but then with some effort.
âItâs like raising a baby,â (Y/N) said. âYou have to be soft, but firm.â
It took (Y/N) quite a few days to recover. She shivered in bed the first night, retching violently into the trash bin Jinora had kindly placed at her bedside. She had given her a worried smile, which (Y/N) weakly returned. Falling asleep was difficult because of how cold she felt. When sleep finally did grace her, it was littered with dreams of empty blackness and monsters licking at her heels. She woke up every few hours, sweat beading down her neck and a scream threatening to rip at her throat. She felt like her heart was beating too fast to be contained by her chest. Her first night of illness was undoubtedly the worst.Â
Knowing this, Korra had moved a cot into her room the next night. She knew what it was like to be ill and how isolating it felt, so she thought (Y/N) could use the company. Especially when her fever had risen to a temperature near scalding. Korra bundled her in her warmest blankets from the Northern Water Tribe, tucking (Y/N) into the fabric. She looked so small and weak, nothing like the bright, curious girl that Korra had come to know over the past few days. Naga slept protectively at the girlsâ feet. (Y/N) slept most of the night and well into the next day.Â
But when she awoke, the rest of the household was surprised to find her walking into the dining room, one of Korraâs blankets still wrapped around her shoulders and the color returning to her skin. âCould I have something to eat?â Her voice was hoarse from lack of use. Pema insisted that she go back to bed and rest, that dinner would be brought to her, and although she hadnât known her very long, (Y/N) knew better than to argue.Â
Quickly, she made her way back to her room and crawled back into bed, her stomach eagerly awaiting the arrival of food.Â
Korra entered a few minutes later, shocked to find (Y/N) looking so chipper. âSomeoneâs feeling better. Pema made your favorite.â (Y/N) cocked her head to the side. âBolin told me. Soup dumplings.â (Y/N) held in her squeal of excitement as Korra handed her the hot bowl and chopsticks.Â
âSo,â Korra began as she scarfed down her dumplings. âI have a plan. We,â (Y/N) liked how Korra included her in the âwe.â âWill take a ship to the South Pole and enter the Spirit World through the portal. Then weâll ask the spirits if they know anything about you.âÂ
(Y/N) finished her last dumpling, her mouth burning comfortably from the hot food. âIs that it?â Korra let out a surprised laughed at her boldness.Â
âDid you want more action?â (Y/Nâs) face flushed.Â
âNo, I just mean that it seems really easy.âÂ
âIf all goes well, it will be.â
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(Y/N) was bundled up so tightly for their trip that she could hardly move. Pema hadnât like the idea of them leaving before she was feeling her best, but (Y/N) insisted that they left as soon as possible. The thought of getting her memories back made her heart race.Â
She stood in the courtyard of the Air Temple, Tenzin and his family standing before her. âI canât thank you enough for your hospitality,â She said. âI hope one day I can repay you for taking care of me.âÂ
âYou have to come back and play with us!â Ikki begged, jumping up and down as she clapped her hands together. âPlease, please, please!âÂ
âYeah!â Meelo interjected. âYou were too busy throwing up to play with us!â (Y/N) laughed as Tenzin blanched at his children.Â
âIâm sorry, Meelo. I promise Iâll come back and play with you guys soon!â She glanced at Tenzin and Pema. âAs long as Iâm welcome, of course.âÂ
âYou are always welcome here,â Tenzin reassured her, and (Y/N) smiled. Korra walked out of the house then, both her and (Y/Nâs) bags slung across her shoulders.Â
âReady to go?â Korra questioned, and (Y/N) nodded. She waved goodbye to the family and walked down the stone steps to the dock, where their ship was pulling up. (Y/Nâs) eyes widened at the sight of it. âShipâ was an understatement. It was huge, twice the size of any boat she had seen in her almost three weeks of memory. It was white, with thick blue stripes painted around the edges.Â
âIs that yours?â She asked Korra.Â
âItâs Varrickâs,â She called back to her. âHeâs a super rich guy. Kinda sorta a friend of ours, a guess. I called in a favor.âÂ
âYouâre sure he doesnât mind?âÂ
Korra turned around and flashed her a smile. âVarrick tosses money around like itâs leaves. If anything happens to this boat, heâs got ten more.â (Y/N) smiled back at Korra and tried to ignore the statement, âIf anything happens.âÂ
When they reached the dock, one of the most beautiful girls (Y/N) had ever seen stood at itâs edge. She waved at the two of them, her dark hair fluttering behind her in the breeze. Korra dropped their bags on the dock and enveloped the girl in a hug. âAsami!â She cheered.Â
Asami squeezed Korra tightly and gave her a kind smile. âItâs good to see you again!â Her green eyes fluttered to (Y/N). âYou must be (Y/N). Korraâs told me so much about you.â She extended her hand and (Y/N) shook it firmly.Â
âI guess thatâs not very much,â (Y/N) joked, eliciting a laugh from Asami.Â
âWhere are the guys?â Asami asked, and Korra shrugged.Â
âProbably running late, as usual.âÂ
âI want to say thank you to you both,â (Y/N) said suddenly, wringing her fingers together nervously. âIâm sure you both have heard some pretty bad things about me, but Iâm so thankful youâre willing to help.âÂ
âMako has a bit of a flair for the dramatics,â Asami said as she waved a hand into the air. âAs far as weâre concerned, youâre a completely different person.â Korra nodded in agreement, flashing her white teeth at (Y/N).Â
Mako and Bolin joined them only a few moments later and the five of them boarded the massive ship. Varrick had sent along an entire crew to accompany them, which everyone was very thankful for. As much as Team Avatar trusted their abilities, none of them were very keen on the idea of steering a ship for a whole week.Â
They departed from the bay outside of Republic City and (Y/N) watched from one of the enclosed decks as the skyscraper buildings faded into nothingness. A nervous pit fit itself in the bottom of her stomach. This was really happening. She would get her memories back.Â
The majority of her was absolutely ecstatic. She hated not knowing anything about herself and couldnât wait for her life to get back to normal--whatever that meant before she lost her memory. But a small, miniscule part of her enjoyed what was happening right now. If it hadnât been for losing her memory, she would not have become friends with Korra. (Y/N) feared that once she got her memories back, there would be some things she didnât want to remember.Â
Asami appeared at her side, offering (Y/N) yet another kind smile. âHow do you like the ship?âÂ
âItâs huge,â (Y/N) said. âI can barely feel the water underneath us. I was worried that since I was sick, I wouldnât feel well, but I feel fine.âÂ
âKorra mentioned that you hadnât been feeling well. Iâm glad youâre okay now.âÂ
(Y/Nâs) eyes trailed to the middle of the room, where Korra, Mako, and Bolin talked to each other. âHave you known them long?âÂ
âOnly a few months,â Asami said. âBut theyâve become my best friends.â (Y/N) felt a tug at her heart. She wondered if before everything, if she had had a group like this. âAre you feeling hungry?âÂ
âA little,â (Y/N) admitted.Â
âHow about we make something in the kitchens? Just you and me.â (Y/N) nodded excitedly and followed Asami down two flights of stairs, where the kitchen took up the entire floor. The staff was scarce, considering that dinner would not be happening for a long while, so they both rifled through the pantries trying to find ingredients. âWe could make a pizza!âÂ
(Y/N) poked her head around the pantry door and stared quizzically at Asami. âDo you know how to make a pizza?â The dark haired girl shrugged, gathering ingredients into her arms.Â
âIt canât be that hard.âÂ
It turned out it was that hard, but they had found a cookbook with their desired recipe and managed to at least get the dough started. Asami slapped it against the counter as (Y/N) giggled. âThatâs not how you do it.âÂ
Asami furrowed her brows at her. âOh yeah? Then show me how you knead dough.â (Y/N) rolled up her sleeves and began pressing into the dough with the heel of her palm, at first gently, but then with some effort.Â
âItâs like raising a baby,â (Y/N) said. âYou have to be soft, but firm.â Asami laughed at her comparison.Â
âHow do you know so much about making dough?â (Y/N) paused for a moment before turning back to her work, kneading into the dough harder.Â
âIâm not sure,â She admitted. âI guess there are some things left in there.âÂ
Bolin stood in the entryway to the kitchens, not yet noticed by the two girls. He watched as (Y/N) taught Asami how to make pizza dough. It brought him back to a memory he reflected on often during the years of her absence.Â
Years ago, after (Y/N) and Bolin had taken each other out on many dates, there was the night that he decided to ask her to be his girlfriend. He was incredibly nervous, his palms were a sweaty, clammy mess, but (Y/N) had stared at him kindly.Â
âI want to show you something,â She said as they walked down the streets of Republic City, their hands intertwined. If she noticed how slippery his hands were, she didnât acknowledge it. Like he did in all things, Bolin followed (Y/N) with no questions asked.Â
She led him to Kwongâs Cuisine, which had closed for the night hours ago. She pulled a silver key from her pocket and led him to the backdoor. She unlocked the heavy metal door and pushed it open with her shoulder, her fingers still interlocked with Bolinâs.Â
âAre you sure we should be in here?â He asked the darkness. (Y/N) flipped a switch and bright, white lights illuminated the silver fixtures of the kitchens.Â
âIâm the ownerâs daughter,â (Y/N) said with a teasing scoff. âWhat are they going to do, fire me?â She pulled open the fridges and began gathering her ingredients. Bolin had never seen her move like this before. (Y/N) always seemed so confident, but here, she seemed liked she owned the place. He guessed in a way, she did. âIâd like to make you brownies,â She said to him, pulling out a metal stool with her foot and gesturing toward it. âSit.âÂ
Bolin obeyed and watched with fascinated eyes as she mixed the batter together from scratch. âAre you doing this all off the top of your head?â He asked. She nodded.Â
âMom always made me cook when I still lived with her,â She said, offering him the spoon so he could get a taste of the batter. He took his finger and swiped it into the chocolatey mixture before licking it.Â
âThese are going to be the best brownies Iâve ever had! You should be a chef!â (Y/N) laughed.Â
âMaybe one day,â She said. She put the brownies in the oven and set the timer. As they waited, they talked about their days and the events of Bolinâs latest pro-bending match. When the timer buzzed, (Y/N) hopped up from her seat and pulled the brownies out.Â
âIâm too excited to wait,â Bolin said, grabbing a knife and slicing into the gooey brownies.Â
âBo, be careful youâre gonna-âÂ
âOw, ow, ow,â Bolin complained as he held the scorching hot brownie, but he tossed it into his mouth. He tried his best to chew. âIt burns but itâs so yummy,â He mumbled as he tried to breathe hot air out of his mouth.Â
âYour girlfriend makes pretty good brownies, huh?â She asked, and Bolin nearly choked on his hot piece of brownie. He doubled over as he coughed and tried to swallow it down. âOh my goodness, are you okay?âÂ
âGirlfriend?â Bolin asked once he had righted himself. (Y/Nâs) face flushed. Had she calculated everything wrong?
âYeah, girlfriend. I thought that girlfriend is okay.â Bolin nodded, his hands wrapping around the small of her back to pull her close.Â
âGirlfriendâs okay!â He said. âAs long as boyfriendâs okay, too.â (Y/N) smiled brightly up at him.Â
âBoyfriendâs okay,â She said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Bolin leaned down to kiss her and she could taste the hot brownies on his tongue.Â
âBolin!â Asami called to him, breaking his flashback. âYou want a piece of pizza? I think (Y/N) should be a chef, because itâs amazing!âÂ
Bolin stepped into the room, giving (Y/N) a tight smile. She smiled back at him as she chewed on her piece of pizza. âWhat kind is it?âÂ
âPineapple and pepperoni,â She said, and Bolin twisted his face in disgust. âNo, no! You have to give it a chance first, please?â He conceded and took a bite of pizza. It did taste amazing.Â
âNot bad,â He said with a teasing smile, and both Asami and (Y/N) rolled their eyes.Â
Once the three had finished devouring the pizza, (Y/N) moved to leave the room with Asami, but Bolin called out her name. She turned to him, her eyes staring up at his quizzically. âI just wanted to say,â He cleared his throat. âThat, even though I know that you know that things didnât necessarily end well for us, I donât, uh, have hard feelings.â He could feel his face redden. âIt was a long time ago, and I know I canât tell you anything yet, but Iâm sure you had a reason for doing certain things, so I donât blame you.âÂ
(Y/Nâs) eyes shined so brightly in the kitchen light that Bolin was sure tears would spill over any moment. âThank you,â She said quietly, an uncertain smile making its way across her features. âI, um, want to apologize for whatever it was I did. You seem very kind and great and whatever happened between us, Iâm certain you didnât deserve it.â Bolin nodded, his own eyes prickling at the backs. âCould we start over? Just be friends?âÂ
Bolin nodded perhaps a bit too eagerly. âYeah, Iâd like that.âÂ
(Y/N) smiled up at Bolin and felt that maybe she had been wrong. Maybe things would be okay.Â
When she left the kitchens, she wondered if everyone had been planning to gather down there, because she ran into Mako as she was walking away. âSorry,â She said, refusing to meet his eyes. She would never admit it, but Mako intimidated her. His dislike for her was always apparent and (Y/N) hated it.Â
âBolin told me what he said to you,â Mako said as she began to walk past. She turned back to look at him.Â
âSo?âÂ
âHeâs forgiving, but Iâm not. What you did, it was cruel. You were cruel.âÂ
âAs if you donât spend every waking moment reminding me,â (Y/N) said with a sigh. Mako narrowed his eyes at her.Â
âIf you do anything--âÂ
âYouâll do what, Mako?â She snapped. She had enough of him thinking that he could talk to her whatever way he pleased. âHurt me?âÂ
He blinked in surprise, as if the suggestion was ridiculous. âJust stay away from him, alright?âÂ
âHow about you stay away from me? The shipâs big enough.â With that, she stormed up the stairs and joined the rest of her friends. (Y/N) hated Mako. Absolutely hated him. The flush of her cheeks and her racing heart proved that.
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