#and couldn’t possibly be held accountable for your actions at all ever

[euseokz]

can you write friends to lovers smut for anton where they have crazy sexual tension pls🙏🏼💗

@ anton — we both want each other, why can’t we just let things go with the flow ? . cws : unprotected sex. creampie . slight size kink . big dick anton . wc : 2.0k+ . genre : smut

a/n : i hope this aligns with what you wanted nonnie ! somehow i always find myself only writing best-friend! anton whenever i write for him, and for some reason, i love it ! i just think he fits this trope so well 😮‍💨

BEST-FRIEND! ANTON who you’ve always shared some sort of sexual tension with, but that neither of you has ever acted on because you have always been afraid of what would happen if you did.

you knew it all. knew how he looked at you, how he’d look you up and down when you got more dressed up and get that little smirk on his lips, how he liked having a hand on your waist when you were in public not only in a protective way, but also because he liked to touch you, liked when people thought you were his. you knew when he was horny too, how his eyes would turn darker and his lips would twist into a sort of cocky smile, and you also knew what made him horny, what words you used and what touches you left on him that made him want to fuck you.

anton also knew all about you, you had each other all figured out, and still, somehow, had never fucked, because you were still afraid due to all the what if’s. what if that ended your friendship? what if one wanted something casual but the other wanted a proper relationship? what if having sex would completely ruin your dynamic and make things awkward? there were just too many possibilities, so you never acted on it — until it finally got to be too much and you did.

you had gone over to anton’s apartment, his roommates loudly talking about something in the next room while you two laid on his bed, close to each other but not as close as you actually wanted to be, having a conversation about whatever came up. you could feel anton’s gaze on you, almost burning into your skin. you had borrowed some clothes from him, a hoodie and a pair of shorts, something about wanting a more comfy outfit to wear instead of the one you had worn all day, and it was driving him insane. anton’s eyes couldn’t leave you, obsessed with how good his clothes looked on you, with how his already baggy hoodie looked baggier on your body, and how his shorts that usually ran just around his knees went down lower on you. you looked so good in his clothes it made him completely lose his mind, getting to a point where he was barely even listening and processing what you were saying and just ogling you. it should be uncomfortable, but somehow it also turned you on, knowing the sight of you was too much for him, that he couldn’t focus on anything but you.

maybe if you hadn’t burrowed his clothes things wouldn’t have developed the way they did, or maybe they would but it would’ve just taken a bit longer, but once you caught anton’s eyes stuck on your body for the nth time you decided you had enough, tired of being cautious and simply deciding that enough was enough, that you needed to be bold, which was what led you to blurt out the next words that came out of your mouth as if they were nothing.

“you should just fuck me if you’re gonna continue looking at me like that”

it took a moment for anton to register your words. was he hallucinating? was that the next stage of the level of horniness he was experiencing? he didn’t know, so he looked at you, a surprised but confused look spread across his features. you repeated the question, and this time he knew it was real, that he wasn’t hearing or imagining things, you had actually told him he should fuck you. his immediate response was to jump on you, but he held himself back, only turning more towards you instead, now being on his side while you still laid back against his pillows, asking you through an all too shy tone if you were sure, his shyness ridiculous taking into account his actions up until that point.

“i wouldn’t propose it if i wasn’t” you replied, a smug smile on your lips, and that was when anton finally let his instincts win and jumped on you, kissing you harder than he had ever kissed someone, cupping your cheeks in his hands with so much strength it made you wonder if he was afraid you’d slip away or vanish into thin air. his lips felt good against yours, the way he sucked on your bottom lip making you mewl against him, a small smirk curling the corners of anton’s mouth because of it. he wanted you to be as into it as him, wanted you to want him to fuck you as much as he did, so he moved on top of you, both hands still cupping your cheeks while one of his knees moved to separate your legs, pressing against your covered middle softly, just hard enough to elicit another small moan to slip past your lips and into his. he started moving it, drawing it in small circles and making sure to start pressing more and more into you, until you were whimpering against him relentlessly, wordlessly begging for more until you finally spoke up, your voice much whinier this time as you told him to just fuck you — and because anton wasn’t one to ever deny you anything, he did, not much time separating the last kiss you shared and the moment you finally found yourselves naked and with him pushing himself into you for the first time.

your pussy was absolutely soaked by then, all thanks to anton’s continuous teasing, making the job of thrusting into you somewhat easier, even if you still struggled a bit to take him fully. anton swore he would cum as soon as he bottomed out solely based on the wondrous feeling of your pussy clenching around him as he dragged his cock languidly into you, getting lost in how you wrapped around him so well, so tightly, a warm feeling surrounding his length, making his brain grow fuzzy with pleasure.

you just looked too good underneath him. your face was twisted into an expression of pure pleasure, brows furrowed and lips parted in a perfect “o” shape, moaning as he started to slowly pull out, giving you time to adjust. you felt as if anton was splitting you open, his cock so thick it barely fit inside you, stretching you out as much as you could take while still feeling good, the initial weird uncomfortableness eventually passing by as he kept moving, keeping his pace slow and steady, wanting to give you time to adjust, being patient because the last thing he wanted was to accidentally hurt you. your pussy looked so good taking him though, swallowing him and wrapping around him so snuggly, making anton wince in pleasure. both your gazes were focused on it, on how your cunt was taking him, each thrust making anton’s cock glisten more with your slick, the visible veins running up and down his length throbbing in anticipation for the moment he would be able to start fucking you properly.

in an attempt to help relax you even more, anton leaned down for another kiss, his hair falling over his eyes as he pressed his lips against yours. this kiss is softer, sweeter, just as needy as the ones you shared previously but not as fast paced. anton wanted to treasure the moment, live it to the fullest and have every second of it imprinted in his brain, afraid of ever forgetting the first time he ever truly had you in his arms. he held you closer, still kissing you, sucking on your tongue while slightly speeding up his thrusts, testing how well you’d take it — and as expected, you excelled, moaning into the kiss and clamping down around him harder, eventually breaking apart from him, wanting to scream anton’s name but suddenly remembering his roommates were still in the room next door, so you couldn’t. instead though, you pressed your forehead against his, closing your eyes and whimpering about good it felt, about how good his big dick felt stretching you out, fucking you so well, better than anyone ever had. your words affected anton, making him moan, rolling his eyes back in pleasure while changing his posture, hoisting himself higher by placing his hands by either side of your head, picking up his pace and moving more swiftly, by now already able to build up a quicker pace with how well your pussy was taking him.

“you drive me crazy, you know that, right?” he asked, eyes locked on yours, his tone more unstable than usual. you nodded, your expression flustered as you brought him back to you, wrapping both arms around his neck and lacing both of your legs around his waist, holding him in place, wanting to feel anton’s wide frame pressed against yours, his weight on top of you comforting in a way. he also embraced you, reaching behind you and hugging you close, his hands interlocking it’s fingers behind your head and holding you up so your face was close to his, forcing you to maintain the eye contact as he continued fucking you, moving faster, more precisely, reaching deep inside you with his cock, his tip kissing your cervix softly with every thrust. anton felt like he was in heaven — you both did, so lost in each other that nothing else mattered, only able to focus on looking at one another and feeling how good you both made each other feel. it was all too much, too intense, so when anton blurted out his next words without even thinking twice, neither of you reacted as if they were odd for him to say.

“i love you” he told you, his tone sincere and his voice steadier this time, as if he was determined to say it in a way that would let you know he was being truthful. you only kissed him, pressing your lips against this desperately and bringing him as close to you as humanly possible, pulling away for a second just to say those three words back to him, your voice whinier than his, but still just as honest.

anton’s thrusts continued steady, dragging in and out of you deliciously, reaching that sweet spot inside you that made an invisible knot start forming in your lower stomach, growing tighter, ready to snap at any moment. you were both close, so through his low groans, with his lips still pressed closed to yours, anton asked if he could cum inside, if he could fill you up with his cum, and you, in your hazy state, said yes, asking for it, his thrusts growing rougher for a second until you were both reaching your orgasms. anton’s came first, his thrusts starting to get sloppier but not completely losing their pace as he kept going while his cock twitched inside you, shooting creamy strings of warm cum inside you, painting your insides white — that feeling being exactly what finally ignited your own high, one loud moan leaving your lips when it hit before anton was pulling you in for yet another kiss, trying to silence you as you both reveled in your own pleasures, whining into one another as he started slowing down, eventually finally coming to a halt with his dick still buried deep inside you. you both felt at cloud nine, beginning to come back to your senses and finally realizing what you had admitted to in the middle of your sex-induced, foggy states, pleasure having clouded your thoughts throughout the whole thing and making you bolder than usual apparently.

“did you mean it?” anton began, his voice soft as he pressed his forehead to you, both your eyes closed while you still held each other close. “when you said you loved me?”

you hummed in agreement, deciding to be honest, nervous when you asked if he did too. anton replied that yes, he did, both of you smiling at that moment, giggling before sharing another kiss, this one more intimate, as if you were making a promise to each other to stop avoiding your feelings, and to finally lean into them, to let yourselves be together like you had been wanting for so long.

[josephquinnswhore]

THIRTEEN DAYS : sneak peak introduction.

Pairing: A Dave York Series x female reader.

Summary: everyday, you live a life of normalcy; children, a loving fiancé, and an incredible home. Nothing ever exciting happened; until you’re dragged into Dave’s personal business. You’re being held for ransom until Dave is held accountable for his actions; he has thirteen days to save you.

WARNING: this series will contain possibly triggering scenes and content. Please do not read if you are sensitive to violence, murder, possible scenes/mentions of SA. 18+ only. MDNI.

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Dave’s phone rings.

He’s in his car, driving along the interstate, coming back from a job. He and his colleges decided to drive in different cars, the less attention they got the better—four burly men wearing all black in a car full of weapons and suspicious items; tape, disposable gloves, military coding on their phones. They’d be fucked if they were ever found out.

They’d been doing this for years and knew better than to be so stupid. The last thing he needed was someone fucking ringing him. Pinging his location close to the crime.

The adrenaline was still rushing through his veins, knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel, letting out a growl of frustration, letting the second call ring out; this time he saw it was his mother, and she’d left a voicemail.

“Dave pick up the damn phone. Your daughters mother hasn’t picked the girls up or contacted, and they’ve been waiting an hour. Call me back.” The annoyance in her voice is evident, frustration wearing thin. She snaps the last sentence and hangs up the phone.

His mother had never liked you; for some reason your absence only fuelled the distain she held for you.

Dave nearly rear ends a pick-up truck, the instinctive foot presses down hard on the break, barely preventing a collision.

The seatbelt tightens around his collarbone, car lurching as it comes to an abrupt stop. Barely two inches between the front bumper of his suv, and the towball of the pickup.

The light turns green and he puts his foot to the floor, in a panic, he begins racing to your shared home.

You were meant to pickup the girls, you’d never done anything like this; you wouldn’t. Dave knew deep in his aching bones that something was wrong.

He swerves through traffic manically, accelerating through yellow lights and taking corners above the suggested speed. He frantically fumbles with his phone, trying to dial your contact, when the phone slips through his fingers and onto the floor well at his feet.

He lets out a primal grunt; fingertips searching the rubber mat for his phone and he grasps it after a few seconds of searching.

Your phone rings, and he hears your voice. Your sweet tender, velvety voice on your Voicemail. “I’m sorry I couldn’t answer, please leave a message and contact number and I’ll get back to you.”

He dials it again.

Voicemail. He tries once more and this time is left with a message that makes his blood pressure rise, anxiety bubbling inside of him.

“This phone has been disconnected.”

He tears the black beanie off his head, hands slamming against the steering wheel in a fury. A few moments pass and he lets himself feel it; fear. The feeling overwhelms him; surrounds him and expresses itself so openly that his lungs, for a few moments, forget to inhale the oxygen they desperately need.

“Where the fuck are you baby?” He whispers as he lets out a gasp to himself, his breath fogging up the inside of his windscreen. At this point he’s unsure if it’s the fog or his watering eyes that makes his vision unclear, probably a mix of both.

All of that nonsense was put into the back of his head as his thick fingers curl back around the steering wheel, a darkening gaze finding its place into his darkening brown eyes. Finding you was the only thing that mattered. You.

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@cool-iguana

[yoimix]

「 sweet nothing 」

time is the first and foremost adversary to lovers. 

despite that, you took DAINSLEIF’s hand beside the fountain in the heart of khaenri’ah. it was fitting to him then, that a kingdom was built around this when you looked at him with all that is good in humanity. khaenri’ah may have been a nation without a god, but in you, there was a religion he was willing to put his faith in. it began all too suddenly—and it ended all too suddenly.

at first, the very name of yours filled him with fire that would put the pyro archon to shame. a slip of it from his subordinates in the royal guard would earn the harshest glare. as captain, he ought to keep his men in check. but you, oh, he hadn’t accounted for a royal advisor’s heir, and all the distractions you brought with you. it’s unfitting of a knight to feel as he did for you. but he admitted it to you, blurted it out almost, the moment you took his hand.

“captain?” your eyes never stopped glimmering. even in the darkest hours of night, you’d be shining as bright as stars. they were almost like guiding lights to him, the way he would find himself in your embrace every break he got.

he could never get tired of counting the constellations in your eyes. they charted his whole sky. 

“hello, (name),” he spoke far too quickly. the captain of the khaenri’ahn royal guard does not get nervous. but your hands were so warm, he wanted to cave into you right then.

“oh, don’t be so formal, dain,” you giggled. “i was only teasing.”

“oh? i... i don’t understand, i’m afraid.”

it made you break further into laughter, clutching your stomach as he looked at you perplexed. he missed your warmth the moment your hands left his. 

“you’re so stiff! aren’t we close friends already?” you placed your hands on your hips. “i mean it’s cute in a way, but i don’t want to fluster you into a statue.”

oh, so you were aware of the effect you had? 

you huffed. “you act like such an enigma, but you’re just like me, aren’t you?”

dainsleif was nothing like you. you were the ever lively wind to his unyielding stone, blooming life to his strict stillness. there couldn’t possibly be a thread of connection between the two of you, apart from the silent adoration he held for you and your way of doing things.

“you love like i do.” 

dainsleif could never tell what drew you to that conclusion. but you were right. he did love like you did. and he lost like you did.

but he admitted it you—the only one he could say overflowing words to till the end of time, even if they were sweet nothings. a look of worry had flashed across your face at your confession and he wasted no moment to take your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to it. the action finally made you seal your lips, and dainsleif’s quaint smile followed not long after. would that mean you were courting? 

nothing brought him more joy than you did, your touches and kisses, your demands to hear his voice before drifting off to sleep. eventually, though, work took over and you were left with inteyvat flowers to keep time and lull you to sleep. and oh, how you still adored them because he picked them for you.

when they said the end was coming, dainsleif never realized how soon it would be. he’d taken lives before, but it took a cataclysm for him to understand what it takes to protect one. he didn’t get to say goodbye—and now he whispers it to the sky each night. 

dynasties hardly ever end with warnings. ashes and dust cloud his memories of the aftermath. he’s grateful in a way. it would pain him to remember the exact moment. 

if only his faith were stronger, could he have, at the very least, perished together with you? the sickness at his fingertips grows. he can’t touch anything alive anymore. it hurts to feel the memories of warmth. 

dainsleif is the bough keeper, and he is not meant to be more than this role assigned to him. 

he runs his finger over the inteyvat petals, the wear of time adorning its surface. does it ever miss the khaenri’ahn lands? does it miss the rich soil and the crystal water like he misses your gentle touch and spirited laugh? all you ever wanted from him was nothing but his presence, his words—and he was as cruel as he could be. he would give anything to go home to you now, to hold your smiling face, to kiss you till you laugh. oh, but time, time is unforgiving. he has no home. his wandering is eternal and fruitless.

and when he remembers your face on the last day, it makes sense to him, why they punished him so gravely.

[prettycutebunny]

Little butterfly , part 2

Albert wesker x reader , part 1

Minors DNI

The cold autumn air cooled your sweaty body as you found yourself running through the silence of the night. The weight of the bag on your shoulder felt light compared to the black hole in your heart threatening to swallow you whole. With quivering lips and teary eyes , you stood out from between the few people coming home so late. The main road isn’t too far and you’d rather get a cab somewhere with a blind spot than call and have the company tracked through your phone records.

Looking around to make sure there’s no one watching , you hailed the taxi heading near you and stepped inside tugging your hoodie up while answering the driver. You can feel his eyes lingering at you for a second questioning your action as you tried your best to keep your face hidden but he resumed his driving anyway. You’re clearly not the weirdest customer he ever had. Taking a deep breath while trying to maintain a calm demeanor , the destination wasn’t far.

You didn’t renew your card and decided to withdraw all your money to transfer it into a different bank , or so you told him when he asked. That was two weeks ago and any suspicions he had had disappeared when he saw you open a bank account in his bank. He looked so smug that day it made you grit your teeth. The driver stopped but you assured him to drive slowly further , into another blind spot you made sure to not when you found a shop front camera.

Paying the man and heading towards a dark alleyway , you noticed a homeless man sleeping near. Shrugging off your hoodie and replacing it with a thick sweater with a matching cap you had hidden inside the backpack. Placing the garments on the sleeping man , you started tucking any stray hairs inside your hat. Hiding your hair under the cap is annoying but it’ll have to do as you walked toward the streets once more and called for a different taxi. The streets were empty so you had to wait a while before one appeared.

Hopping sinice once more , you gave the driver new directions. The airport was close but not enough for a walking distance you just needed to be close enough to walk there safely. He had so many connections and influence you just couldn’t risk it. Taking a deep breath and sinking into the chair again , you stared out of the window admiring the calmness of the midnight. Your bag contained only your bare minimum while your backpack held everything you needed to leave and never look back.

Really can't remember where I left my spine

Carrying my body in a bag for dimes Hidden in the pages of the New York Times at home

The walk to the airport was unfateful as you tried to be as alert as humanly possible. The adrenaline rush inside you caused your heartbeat to thump inside your ear. The sneakers you wore were ones that you used enough to be broken in and comfortable but not much it’s worn out. The new jacket you have on was a gift from Jill that you never wore as it wasn’t your style. Your hair is covered in a wig with your hair color but a completely different style and length.

Only thing that stood out from you was the medical mask you were wearing but you crunched a tissue between your hands and your eyes were bloodshot. One look at you and people will assume you have a cold and go on with their business. Anything more and you’d stick out like a sore thumb and raise eyebrows toward you. The attention was the last thing you needed and you prayed the airport was crowded so you'd go unnoticed.

For the first time , it seemed like your prayers were answered as the place was a shit show. A flight was pushed back half an hour and there was chaos as you tried to mingle between people and act naturally. It’s a connecting flight that you’ll leave in the first country and with that , Raccoon city with him will be out of your life forever. The tears returned as the lump you barely swallowed forced you to head to the bathroom. You need to get it together, freedom is so close you can taste it.

Inside the bathroom you splashed cold water into your face making sure the mask on your neck stays dry. There’s only one other woman there and she appeared too sleep deprived to care about whatever you’re going through. The burning in your eyes didn’t stop but spread like a wildfire causing you to break into an ugly cry. The woman left before you collapsed trying to take a deep breath through your hyperventilating.

Everything felt so suffecting as if the walls were closing causing sudden nausea to join. You sprinted to the nearest toilet and emptied your stomach trying so hard not to choke through your tears. Closing the lid and flushing down the mess , you walked with shaky legs toward the sink again washing all evidence of your meltdown away.

As your body slowly calmed down , you opened your backpack once more to replace the damaged mask with a fresh one while grabbing your pills while you’re at it. Popping once inside your throat came first before you bought the mask on again. Your reflection looked worse for wear but at least it made the mask appear natural with how sickly you looked. Gathering as much composure as you could , you walked out towards the check in.

And maybe I'll be better if I take my meds

Ain't a double header if you lose your head

Tried a medication that I bought instead It's working for a little but there's not much left

He was distracted and others could tell. A nagging voice in the back of his head kept screaming at him like an annoying alarm. His Intuition never failed him but it appears baseless this time. He stared around trying to find whatever could cause it yet found nothing out of the ordinary. His morning was a good one as he and his little dove had breakfast before he left to work. She was under the weather lately and the stress of jealousy was driving her mad. A hostage situation soon after was handled smoothly by the alpha team with his lead and the virus he and Birkin are working on is advancing as scheduled.

His colleague broke him out of trance with the experiment results. A smirk formed on his lips as he stared at the tyrant embryo in front of him. All they needed to do was plant it in a worthy subject and the perfect human form will be born. Well , second perfect to himself as the injection they’re working on is finalized. The puzzle pieces are taking place forming the perfect picture for him. He’ll be immortal above everyone soon enough. His phone rang, raising an eyebrow from him and his friend. Only few people know his real number and none of them have any business calling him so late.

You gripped the burner phone tightly as you walked towards your gate making sure no announcements could be heard through the phone. The ringing stopped and it was met with silence and you took a deep breath.

“I quit , goodbye.”

You turned the old phone off before breaking it and throwing it away in the trash. You’ve been in enough kidnapping to know how to not be traced. Use an old phone , burner number , and always hang up before 30 seconds. Even if he miraculously tracked you , you’d be in a foreign land away from his grasp. Tears of relief filled your eyes as you tried to hold in a laugh.

The aching in your feet made you groan while the flight attendance led you to your seat. It was an aisle seat - something you didn’t mind - but the smell of coffee that invaded your nose made you gag. This brought attention to you as the stewardess a little loudly if you’re okay.

“I’m sorry , I’m pregnant and I can’t stand the smell of coffee.”

“I apologize , I’ll see if I can find any empty seats for you.”

She said sweetly as you stood awkwardly trying to block the smell from attacking your nostril while shifting your weight around your throbbing feets. The attendance returned faster than you expected leading you toward the first class.

“All of the seats in economy and business are taken and we apologize for any inconvenience.”

You blinked in shock before you smiled at her.

“Thank you so much.”

Most of the first class seats were empty and she led you toward a row without anyone in it giving you the pick of any seat you like. You took the window seat as she pointed to where the first class bathroom was and the barf bags if you needed them.

This kindness made you tear up for the millionth time today. After everything that happened this last year , you’re so drained and burnt out. Your hand rested at your stomach as you closed your eyes. The seat was bigger and more comfortable melting the tension you carried around.

Darling don't you weep

There's a place for me

Somewhere we can sleep

See you in your dreams

The atmosphere at STARS office was miserable to say the least. Your sudden absence came as a shock to everyone you’ve befriended through the time you were there while the captain’s sharp change in attitude was the nail to the coffin. Without you to handle the paperwork, the documents piled up so fast. That didn’t help with how Wesker was always on edge , like a caged lion ready to attack anyone who provokes him.

Chris seemed to take most of his attacks even when the young man swears he didn’t do anything wrong. It didn’t spare the rest however as any little mistake would be faced with an angry bark and overtime. The lack of caffeine didn’t help as you’ve stopped buying the beans a while ago saying something about a spoiled bag but never replacing it. No one knew how you made it just right and after tasting yours , it was impossible to return to the bland burnt taste.

Wesker was glaring at his screen while holding his armchair so harshly it snapped in his hand. It’s been over five months but there was no trace of you anywhere. He knew you were smart but didn’t expect you to be this smart. His chest swelled with pride but that was overshadowed with anger. You dared escape him ? He knew you were displeased with his sham of a marriage but to think you’d leave without his permission drove him mad with rage. You belonged to him until he said otherwise and he always kept what’s his. The last conversion you two had played in his mind as he tossed the piece in his hand on the floor.

Your eyes were puffy from the tears you’ve silently shed in the shower. You were clearly nervous and afraid with how your body was fidgeting as the question left your lips.

“Would you ever leave her ?”

Your voice was raspy and weak. This again ? It’s too early to reveal anything about him. Not until he becomes above human and get out of under umbrella’s thumb.

“No”

“Why not ? Aren’t I good enough ?”

You sounded desperate and full of grief. He hated it when you questioned him just as how he hated how his heart pained him with your pain.

“Never ask me about this again , now get back to bed unlike you, I have work tomorrow.”

Ever since a little girl, I found it sweet Driving past a graveyard on a lonesome street

All the little flowers gave me something to believe in

Hormonal was an understatement to how you’ve been feeling lately. Traveling through different connecting flights before settling in one country , then going through different cities to make sure whatever trail they have on you goes cold , you settled in a small town in England. Your identity was changed multiple times as you went , you’ve used them as you traveled around thankful for your job at STARS. You had access to criminal data using other STAR members IDs.

The only reason you settled down was your growing belly was too exhausting to travel with anymore. The place wasn’t bad at all as you enjoyed the weather and the people there were friendly enough. Playing the part of the grieving widow who lost her husband as she carried his child brought enough sympathy for them to leave you alone but be helpful when needed.

The cold feeling of the gel spread on your stomach made you flinch as the doctor started the examination. The image of your child made your heart swell in joy while the doctor talked.

“Everything’s going well , she’s healthy and growing strong. Her weight is in the normal range.”

Your smiles grew wider as the doctor kept talking and showing you different angles of her. The fear you’ve felt when your period was late was soon forgotten as the weight of the new life took over. You wanted her so bad but seeing how he’ll never leave his wife frightened you over her fate. He’s a powerful man who’ll do anything to get what he wants and you know he could kill you and make it look like an accident. Your hand landed on your swelling stomach protectively as the love built up inside you. You’ll keep her safe from anything, especially him.

The nurse handed you copies of the ultrasound that you carefully tucked inside your wallet. A new material for the album you’re putting together to give her on her 18th birthday. It made your smile grow wider as you walked outside where your landlords waited for you. The elderly couple couldn’t afford help around the house and rented a room to pay in exchange for it. They welcomed you so quickly and even drove you to your appointments.

Their faces were full of expectation as you showed them the picture in your wallet as you all walked towards the car. They talked excitedly about the nursery you’ve started building in the next room they so kindly let you take even when the agreement was just one room , while trying to point similarities in the blurry image. Losing a child is a slow death but your presence brought joy to their life as they started seeing you as their own. You were so happy with Albert but this simple happiness was everything you’ve ever wanted.

Darling don't you cry

Head fast toward the light

Foolish men have tried

But only you have shown me how to love being alive

Albert stood in front of umbrella’s HQ with gritted teeth. He hated needing to return there for help , it felt like a wound to his pride that he needed to go back there to get results. His work as STARS captain and connections in the underworld should’ve been enough to find you but you used your intimate knowledge of how he works to disappear from his sight.

The last option was to use Umbrella’s world wide connection in the field of medicine to find you. It irks him that it’s been 8 months since you’ve left without a trace. The more time goes by , the more his desire for you increases. He wanted - no needed you by his side. He walked inside thinking of all the punishments he’d do once he got his hands on you.

Your labor came in full force as you were making dinner for your new found family. Screaming loud enough to alert the entire street. The pain was so intense it made you so thankful to have people around you to instruct you to breathe as they moved away outside. It felt like forever but also instant. The contractions pain was so intense as you’ve been pushed by the nurse toward the hospital room. She helped you get up on the bed as the doctor started examining you.

“10cm dilated , we need you in delivery now.”

An oxygen mask was placed on you as they pushed the bed toward the delivery room , the pain made the sounds feel so far away while the doctor firm hand held your shoulders for comfort.

Your mind kept passing out during it and as the hours went by , a small scream filled the room.

Laying back exhausted , sweaty , and shaking you watched the doctor carry the smallest baby you’ve ever seen.

You blinked the tears away as she was put between your arms. She was pink all over and felt so small between your arms. If someone could die of joy , then you would’ve dropped dead then and there. She stopped sobbing the moment you held as if she knew which made you sob in return. The warmth of her between your arms made all the pain emotional and physical worth it.

“I have to say , this is the fastest birth I’ve ever been in. It’s almost as if your child stopped you from feeling the pain until you were ready for birth. Most women feel contractions a day before the actual labor.”

The doctor said as she looked down at you both with clear curiosity. You smiled and hugged her towards you. Her blonde head similar to her dad stood out against her pinkish skin. You patted her hair so softly as your finger came down to trace her features as gently as possible. her eyes slowly opened revealing ocean blue eyes while her small hand wrapped around the offending finger. Your heart melted as you planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

Until it's time to see the light

I'll make my own with you each night

I'll kidnap all the stars and I will keep them in your eyes

I'll wrap them up in velvet twine

And hang them from a fishing line

So I can see them any time I'd like

Albert Wesker died and was reborn hours later. His smile was so wide as he laughed maniacally at his fully recovered body. The self destruct system blared its sound over the speaker as he wiped the dust off his clothes confidently. He walked towards the umbrella's computer determined to get everything he needed to start over before leaving.

As he grabbed the copied files , an email arrived causing him to raise his eyebrows.

His heart skipped a beat as he held his breath for a second. Picture of you under a different alliance with an address , your medical file attached to it. Wrote down the address ignoring the files as he lacked time to read everything. He knows where you are now and he’s going to get his woman back.

Everything was perfect , the house was empty except you two with the owners going out for date night. You cooked food , fed your little ray of sunshine and put her to sleep in the nursery. The couch was welcoming as you sat and put the TV on, determined to enjoy the rare peace and quiet while keeping the baby monitor near.

Halfway through your popcorn , a sudden knock on your door distracted you. Cussing on the sounds , you got up quickly trying to open it before it wakes her up. Did they forget their keys ? You made sure to remind them before they left.

“I’m coming !”

A gun shoved in front of your face made you squeal as you took a step back in fear. A familiar voice called your name in shock as you stared back at the warm hazel eyes. You’re not sure who was more surprised at the encounter , you or Chris who broke into apologizes at your scared form.

“I’m so sorry ! This place was flagged by Umbrella system so I assumed wesker other bioweapon was …”

“What did you just say ?”

You cut him off trying to comprehend what you just heard , your address flagged ? Wesker ? Bioweapon ?

“Right. you don’t know, do you ?”

He said awkwardly as he caressed his neck while looking around.

“Can I come in ? I’ll explain everything.”

You opened the door welcoming him as he fiddled around nervously. A small cry came from the nursery as you headed there leaving him behind. She immediately calmed down as you held her close , sucking on her thumb staring at you with her clear eyes. She had a habit of waking up startled and calming almost instantly once you’re around. Hugging her tightly , you returned to the living room where Chris was still standing trying not to stare at you.

“Chis , meet baby Chris.”

He raised an eyebrow and you laughed.

“Alana Christina but we call her Chris.”

His steps were slow as he tried not to frighten the small bundle in your arms; however , she dropped her finger and gave him a sweet smile.

“She’s so cute, so it’s Alana Christian and your last name “

This made you giggle and invited him to sit next to you on the couch.

“Thank you ! And yes I wanted her middle name after someone precious to me. Now can you explain everything ?”

His face was filled with deep blush as he tried hard to contain a smile at the knowledge , he missed you terribly. He frowned as he remembered why he was here in the first place, you knew nothing of Umbrella and wesker deeds yet they ran a check on your address whatever it is , he’ll keep you safe this time even if it cost his life.

Darling don't you weep

There's a place for me

Somewhere we can sleep

I'll see you in your dreams

Wesker looked around the street he arrived on in disgust. The place was backward to say the least , with barely any modern houses or decent streets. The ride was bumpy, stopping him from working through it like he usually does and no decent hotel was near either. Finding you asap was his first priority and it took him longer than he liked to locate the middle of nowhere hospital that had your file.

Through it , he tried to check the old signs for any address as this was more of a village than a small town really. It was filled with elderly people coming to retire instead of people trying to live in and build a community. He stepped out of the car as they arrived in the small cabin that had you in it , a car parked in front with the lights still on. A twisted smirk took over as he felt the anger , betrayal , sexual frustrating all raise within him at once. He wanted to wring your neck but also fuck your brains out on the spot.

Taking a deep breath to regain his composure , he kicked the door down, refusing to give a chance to flee again. He looked around the empty living room in a frown before he moved towards the kitchen but it was laughably bare. All the food was gone and the fridge wasn’t even on. His eyes snapped open in anger as he almost tore the nearest bedroom off it hinges to be met with the same thing.

The bed was bare without a mattress , whoever lived in it had clearly moved not long ago judging by how dust free it was. Blinding fury filled his vain like a poison making him lose his self control , throwing the pieces on the wall breaking them in pieces. The next room was completely bare , with only baby pink walls to stand out from the old paint around. He kicked the door in half as he advanced toward the exit , it didn’t matter where you went. Sooner or later you’ll be under his thumb and you’ll pay for everything.

Looking around the new place in curiosity while your new roommate carried everything you needed inside , you were quite impressed with everything. For an apartment for a bachelor , the place was clean and had a pleasant scent to it. You didn’t know what to expect when Chris invited you to live with him for protection but you appreciated it anyway. Baby Chris was gooing and copying your expressions, seeming at ease with the whole transition. Your doctor told you she's an extremely impressive child , hitting all milestones early - too early - making you uncomfortable with her tone.

The doctor expected you to let her run tests on your toddler to determine how she’s so advanced compared to her peers and see how her health almost never declines. Did the doctor flag you and your child ? Did she want to run experiments on your baby girl turning her into a bio weapon ? You shuddered in shock before sitting down on the recliner in the middle of the room. You didn't feel comfortable finding your own room without Chris fearing to invade his privacy.

As your thoughts ran wild , a sharp pain stabbed your heart as the memory of your friend informing you about the death of your lover - ex lover. Your bottom lips started shaking as you tried to hold back from the ugly sobs trying to break free. You were too worried about getting to safety and switching countries to process the fact that your Al was gone. He wasn’t yours by any mean but he held such a special place for your heart , one that no one could ever replace. A soft sound came from your lap , as you precious Alana patted your cheeks in an attempt to comfort you.

Alana Christina was an odd combo but you loved it. Alana for your Albert , she was the fruit of your love after all. The middle name wasn’t something you cared much for but Christina was the elderly couple's daughter's name and you could tell they wanted you to use it. Having Chris be your daughter's middle name was a comfort hoping she’ll get his sweet personality. Her small hand kept weakly hitting your cheek as a way to break you off your depressing thoughts.

You leaned in and kissed her soft face as she started giggling, infecting you with laughter as well.

Darling don't you cry

Head fast toward the light

Foolish men have tried

But only you have shown me how to love being alive

[beyondspaceandstars]

Treacherous (18)

Relationship: Druig x Reader Warnings: fluff, depictions of anxiety Summary: Soulmate!AU - Soulmate tattoos are incredibly rare but you’ve never felt really proud to have one. Everyone else around you gushed over it while you found the whole thing ominous and a little inconvenient. Truthfully, you were never really convinced you’d find your other half… That is until a random camping trip leads you to a quaint village run by a dark and brooding man who just so happens to be your soulmate. Stuck in the forest with nothing else to lose, you agree to join his world, his little village, and see if there’s actually love behind the markings. A/N: I promise one day it will not be a whole month in-between uploads :) also this fic has over 50k words, that's so cool

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To say a person’s world can change overnight was ridiculous but also very possible. You had experienced it once — granted, it was an afternoon and all you did was walk into a forest, but a change was certainly what occurred. 

You now faced it again as you watched the direct messages and likes and emails pour in. It was like your ex’s presence was the earthquake that started the avalanche. 

Saying your forum post was gaining traction would be the understatement of the century. Somehow, screenshots of it ended up on some anonymous social media account, where it gained its initial attention, then the news sites swooped in, and now it felt like all virtual eyes were on your life. Although, no one exactly knew it was you. You thanked whatever higher being was out there that you had opted to keep your post as anonymous as possible. Even your email was a random string of phrases, giving you the opportunity to completely walk away. 

Still, for the privacy you kept in real life, there was no doubt an absolutely deranged series of events seemed to have materialized in the dead of night. You held your suspicions on how it came to be — you didn’t take your ex’s cordialness at face value — but getting lost in the sudden chaos wasn’t something that you were actually going to allow yourself to do. And maybe you’d do that eventually but for now, even as you watched the notifications tick up, you couldn’t help thinking about the words you swore you heard in the silence of your bedroom. 

It was nothing like you had felt before. Before, you had felt the bond, the connection, pulsing in the absence of one another. Druig was there and not there. That was different. This… These were words, a clear sentence, projected in your mind. You hadn’t felt much like it before. The closest you could recall anything like that was when Druig had been in your mind, in control. But even then it was a different sensation. You had no explanation for it but you knew what you had heard. 

Between that phenomenon and the one exploding on your computer screen, you found yourself in a tricky position. You weren’t sure what you were doing anymore. Nor did you know what the point was. Your newfound notoriety should’ve felt liberating — people were listening — but the longer you sat with yourself, it just felt like the road was fading out.

Throwing a personal pity party had become second nature. You sighed and closed the soulmate forums, your emails, messages, everything, and opened a new browser tab. You clicked through until you got to the other things your regularly browsed nowadays: the news. 

It was, admittedly, a random habit you picked up, but ever since you had found yourself much more secluded in your bedroom than you had been in the forest but with a window to the world, you took to reading news articles. 

But your heart didn’t let you ignore the fact that wasn’t the only reason. You remembered what Druig told you he was setting off to do and surely the presence or actions of cosmic beings would garner a few headlines. Typically, you would immediately click over to the World section, mainly due to the fact you didn’t know where Druig actually was, but your cursor didn’t even get that far this time. A certain Breaking News article caught your attention.

What you read sounded straight out of a fantasy novel and you’d almost write it off as a hoax had you not seen the weirdness this planet could produce. A giant gold statue turned up on a volcanic island, half emerged, like it was trying to break out of the surface. You clicked on the headline and skimmed the story but there wasn’t much information to go on. The literally larger-than-life structure wasn’t there one second and now it was a permanent fixture on the Earth. 

You scrolled through the comments and found others were just as confused as to what was going on in this remote area. Was it an art structure? An elaborate prank? Aliens? Superheroes?

You clicked over to the photos cycling through the gallery embedded in the article You had read a lot of news in your day, especially recently, but nothing had caught you as this did. Some rumored sightings of cryptids and reports of UFOs in the area had drawn you in as well but there was something specific about this. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but you almost felt kin to it.

This wasn’t… There was no way… Was this the danger he had seemed so determined about? 

In robotic fashion, you felt yourself begin to scratch at your tattoo. That had been happening more and more lately, especially after you heard those three little words in the night.

No, this couldn’t mean anything, right? What were the odds of you coming across this? It was all aligning too perfectly like the pieces of life were drifting into place. 

Although hadn’t it worked like that on your little camping trip? Hadn’t some force pulled you right to him?

Maybe you were just being dramatic. Maybe you were turning into one of those girls who wanted to find a sign in everything. You tried to find the courage to consider other possibilities. This was just another weird occurrence in a world full of weirdness. This was some otherworldly race making an attack on the planet. This was… This was… 

You sighed. This was something. It could be the something. Your tattoo and the newfound bond, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, rarely lead you astray. 

But if this had been the life-threatening danger then did it mean he would be coming back? You scrolled back to the top of the article. It was published just over twenty hours ago. Almost a full day since the news had picked up on it but it could’ve been there much longer. You didn’t know what that meant, and something in you didn’t like it one bit. 

You had to step away from all of this. You just knew you had to. Something in your gut was stirring. 

You gathered an ounce of courage you had been hunting for what felt like forever and slammed your laptop shut. The urge to walk away, to storm off from what lay in front of you, was itching in your brain. It was an eerily familiar feeling but you couldn’t turn it off. 

How did you get here? How the hell did it get to this?

Part of you wanted to leave. You didn’t know where that part of you came from but it was creeping into your heart like a hungry snake. Where you would go wasn’t of concern. You just knew you had been cooped up here for far too long. The place you dreamed of some nights seemingly long ago now felt dreadful.

You pushed away from your desk and threw on one of the coats you found laying in the corner of your room. You grabbed your wallet and flipped through the cash inside. It was only a couple of bucks but could get you…maybe a cup of coffee. Yeah, a cup of coffee. That sounded good to you. That sounded like a nice treat and a way to get out of the stuffiness hovering in your room. 

But upon exiting your space, you came face to face with your parents. They were cooped up in the kitchen, huddled over their own laptops, looking at something you couldn’t make out. Their heads lifted in sync when you entered the room. 

Your mother eyed your coat. "Is everything okay?" 

Fair enough question, you figured. It had been a hot minute since you even looked presentable enough to venture out of the apartment. You had a couple of job interviews here and there but you were sure there was a different sense in the air.

"I’m heading out for a bit," you explained. "I… I just want a coffee." Right? That was all? Your head said coffee. The money in your hands said coffee. But your heart and soul were confused. 

"Coffee?" Your father repeated. You nodded. 

"Coffee. From the shop down the street. Nothing crazy, I promise."

You could tell they almost didn’t believe you. Almost like they could understand something was off. You wished you had never even looked at that damn article. You couldn’t stop thinking about him. Of course, he ran across your mind every now and then but your feelings now weren’t like that. It was all so insistent, demanding, a pulse pounding through your brain.

"Well, alright," your mother agreed. "Have…fun."

You nearly laughed at her forced words but you instead took the chance to make your exit. 

Feeling the fresh sun on your face and hearing the hustle and bustle of the city in the afternoon was a welcoming but shocking attack on your senses. Everything was always so muffled in the apartment way above civilization it was almost surprising whenever you left. Such a rough comparison to your time in the village.

You joined the flow of people walking on the sidewalk with familiar ease. The coffee shop wasn’t far enough to hail a cab but still a noticeable walk on foot. This was the city, though, and you felt like you could walk to the ends of the world here. 

It was easy to fall in step with everyone else. Navigating your way through the city was muscle memory. You kept your head down and your pace strong. Blending in felt magnificent most of the time. The attention you had brought upon yourself, some accidental and some knowingly, melted away for a moment. 

You continued marching along almost oblivious of the world until your little bubble was forced to pop just under a block away from the apartment. 

You hadn’t noticed the person in front of you had stopped walking until you foolishly crashed into their hard back. You gasped, surprised, and immediately started spewing out apologies. However, the person didn’t seem to hear you. In fact, they weren’t reacting at all — they were a complete statue. 

At first, you thought maybe something ahead of you on the sidewalk had seriously caught their attention, but then you noticed from the corner of your eye there was another person frozen mid-step.

"What the…" You were in awe at this perplexing sight. You whipped your head around to find everyone around you was standing there, completely still, staring ahead.

And… Oh. Their eyes. Your stomach did a million somersaults. That shade of gold was seared into your memory. 

But how could that be? Did he have the power to mentally encapsulate an entire citywide population? You might’ve underestimated your soulmate. 

You stared at the stranger who had been walking behind you as you stood in the middle of the motionless, silent city. You didn’t know where the person had been going to, what they had planned for the day, but their entire world — maybe the entire world (Could he do that?) — halted. 

Softly, from the opposite direction, came the sound of footsteps. They cut through the heavy stillness with determination. You didn’t have to turn around to know who it could possibly be. 

You let out a humorless laugh as your heart threatened to pound out of your chest. "You know, you could’ve just tried to call," you muttered. "I’m sure my number is somewhere online."

That rough, accented voice replied with such ease. "Do I seem like the type to ever use a phone?" 

The village didn’t have phones but surely someone in his group had a phone. But, truthfully, he really didn’t seem like the type to hold much interest in such things. Maybe you could show him, you thought. He was in your world now.

You sighed as you shoved your hands into your jacket pockets and turned around to face your soulmate. Long lost, finally returned soulmate. 

When your eyes met, it was like more than just the people around you had stopped. In the depths of your bones, of your soul, you felt an unmistakable calmness. It was all so much stronger than you had felt upon your initial meeting. Time and distance were not too kind to soulmates, you realized, but boy were you rewarded when reunited. 

Getting beyond your initial shock, you finally had the chance to really see Druig for the first time in what felt like ages. (Bit dramatic, you knew, but time was a funny thing.) The first thing you noted was the visible exhaustion written all over him. He seemed different yet the same in ways you didn’t know how to describe. The other thing that couldn’t help but catch your eye was his clothing. The village attire you last remembered him in was replaced by a modern-looking fit. He could blend in pretty much anywhere now which almost made you laugh. 

"So, the world isn’t ending?" You asked to cut the tension that floated like a thin sheet of ice between you two.

Druig chuckled. "That’s what you want to talk about right now?" He slowly stepped toward you, somehow both confident and hesitant at the same time. He truly was an enigma you were gifted with figuring out. 

You glanced at the still-frozen strangers of the city. "Maybe we should talk after you let all these poor people continue on with their day."

"You didn’t like my grand gesture?" He asked with a smirk playing on his lips. "I figured soulmates do this kind of thing."

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up in you. "This seems a little bit extreme even for a grand gesture."

Druig shrugged. "I needed to get my lady’s attention."

"Mission accomplished."

"Fair enough," he replied. With some concentration and a flick of his wrist, the city was resurrected. It was a little jarring at first, especially when the people who had been walking behind you practically plowed into you, but Druig was right there to catch and steady you. His touch was the electric current your life had recently been missing. Suddenly, everything seemed possible again with him around. It was stunning what a little mark on your wrist could conjure up.

"There’s a good diner up the street we could sit and chat at if you’d like," you said after you two successfully stepped out of the way of the sidewalk traffic.

He didn’t ponder the question very long, almost like he was ready to follow you off anywhere. "I’d love that."

It felt so natural walking beside him as you wove in and out of the fast-paced people also off on their own missions, in their own worlds. Druig, though, looked very neutral on the situation at hand. He didn’t seem eager to be surrounded by people, a very alarming contrast to the village, but he also didn’t seem disgusted by it. If anything, he looked curious, but you knew his way with humans was unique. And it certainly wasn’t like he hadn’t expressed his opinions on populous cities with you before.

"I guess you were meant to find me in New York," you commented, trying to keep the heavenly mood but also teasing him a bit. You’d made the remark during one of your very first conversations. You never thought you’d be past that lonely, chaotic stage.

Druig playfully rolled his eye snap nudged you with his shoulder. "You might be the only one I’d willingly venture into this extraordinary landscape for."

It was hard to diminish the fluttering in your stomach. You were enjoying this so much. Not too long ago, standing side-by-side with such eager might’ve felt like a fever dream. But the cookie had crumbled in the most interesting of ways.

"I missed you, too," you softly admitted. Part of you wanted to tell him that you had heard him so clearly that night in your mind, while the other part just begged to let down some iron guard.

At first, you weren’t sure Druig had heard or even understood you. He didn’t reply right away and instead continued walking. You grew a bit nervous, ridiculously fearing you had revealed too much (this was him, after all), but all was steadied as you felt his hand reach for you. His fingers brushed against your thigh. You took your hand out of your pocket and let your fingers intertwine. 

[shinynewboots]

Staring at the Sun / Adam x Lute Chapter 12

Summary: After the battle, Lute attempts to flee with Adam. They find themselves unable to return to Heaven and must adjust to life in Hell.

AN: Hi all!! Last setting up chapter and then we are moving straight into the action! Hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings: 18+, Violence, gore, smut eventually, Adam-typical misogyny, alcohol use, slight sexual themes, religious imagery, swearing

I also have a poll running on my account about how to structure the POVs going forward!! Please vote here

Chapter 11

Chapter 13

Pain. 

Adam couldn’t remember ever feeling this much pain in his life, both human and eternal. It felt as though every molecule, every atom was pulling itself apart just to collide with another and repeat the same process. 

He had seen Hell and lived among its people but it was in this endless eternity he truly knew what Hell and its damnation felt like. 

Fire burned his body (or around his body, or in his body. It was hard to tell) and he found it hard to tell where the the fire started and his essence began. 

He thought he heard screaming. Or was he screaming? 

He couldn’t see anything around him. Or rather, he couldn’t see anything at all. Every single one of his senses felt dull. Everything that did not sense pain became useless to him. 

He didn’t know how long he burned. 

Days? Months? Years? Had his burning transcended eternity?

When he stopped burning with fire, he burned in a different way. The same way that ice begins to burn you on a frigid day, nipping at your hands and toes causing them to tingle and ache until finally they feel nothing at all. 

And maybe he preferred it that way: the nothing at all. 

When the nothing at all became something (in the form of grains of sand that tickled at his toes and fingers) he began to move slowly, like a fresh corpse awakened from the dead. His eyes felt crusted over, as though he had emerged from a long nap. He wiped at them and opened them slowly, the muted blue light still too bright for him. 

When his eyes adjusted, he took in his surroundings. 

Sand. 

He was surrounded by Sand and blue sky on all sides, an expanse that seemed to travel to the ends of eternity. There was no wind, no animals, nothing except for a gaping hole that separated this plane of existence from the next (a purple-pink sky that seemed to meld with the muted blue in an ugly fashion, as if the two skies were fighting for dominance). 

Adam looked at his hands, shocked to find them intact and not burnt and scarred as he feared they might be. He was also naked, as he had been in the Garden, and yet he felt no shame. For it was only He and the Sand. 

He felt his back, needing to touch his wings, his precious source of salvation from Heaven. And he felt them. But. But they were wrong. Instead of the lush, golden wings he found as a source of pride and status, he felt two shrivled, atrophied appendages, He tried to move them, to flap them, to do something and yet they hung from his back like limp badges of shame. He grabbed one with his hand to assess the damage and found them to no longer shine their golden sheen, but instead hold a withered, gray dullness. 

He dropped the wing as though it had burned him and felt his mouth fill with saliva, the promise of vomit soon to follow. His eyes burned and his salivary glands cried until finally the bile forced itself through his mouth. He began gagging, choking as the vomit exited his mouth and nose like a cruel joke from a spiteful devil. 

“Ew,” A voice said behind him. Adam’s eyes widened and he turned to see Lucifer standing behind him, his expression full of disgust as he held a handkerchief over his mouth to ward off the smell of vomit. 

Lucifer looked between Adam and the pile of bile at his feet before handing the handkerchief Adam’s way, the cloth pinched between two fingers and held out as far away from his body as possible. Adam eyed the cloth warily, his first instinct being to deny it and argue with Lucifer for the sake of being stubborn. But the acid that filled his senses won out quickly and Adam snatched the fabric from Lucifer and wiped his face. 

Lucifer looked at Adam curiously, trying to find some semblance of the man in which he held such an age-old rivalry. Or even the ghost of the man who had embodied the innocence of humanity; who had enthusiastically looked upon Lucifer’s creations with joy and reverence called them by name.

Instead, Lucifer found no one he recognized. Adam’s eyes were no longer golden but the warm brown of the earth that they had been during the beginning of creation. Yet, those eyes no longer held joy and promise but instead held the look of a caged and broken animal. His wings were pathetic things that hung limply at his back. And, well, he was naked. 

Lucifer was taken back to his own cast and even he knew his soul and being had not been as damaged or bruised as Adam stood before him. Whether it be due to Adam’s human origin or loss of will, he didn’t know. 

“I, uh, here,” Lucifer said awkwardly, snapping his fingers and causing a simple, cream tunic to appear upon Adam’s body. Adam looked down and pulled at the fabric with his fingers, running it back and forth in his hands. 

“What do you want, Lucifer?” He asked. His tone was without bite or malice or hubris. It was tired, weary. 

“Listen, I know how hard it is to be cast out-”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” 

Lucifer paused, searching for any signs of something in Adam’s face. “Who was it? Michael?”

Adam flinched.  Lucifer nodded and took in a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Adam. I truly am.”

Adam looked up and glared at the archangel. “And I’m sure this doesn’t give you some sick satisfaction, hm?”

“I don’t wish this on anyone. Not even you, Adam.” Lucifer said, gripping Adam’s shoulder. He was immediately transported into the ghost of a memory of the pair of them in the garden, Adam’s face shining up with hope and devotion as he spoke to Lucifer in great detail. Lucifer: untainted, without sin, unbound to the kingdom of Hell. 

“What is this, exactly?” Adam asked, gesturing around to the wide expanse of sand. “My punishment?”

“More or less.” Lucifer shrugged, taking a seat on the ground and gesturing for Adam to join him by patting on the ground. Adam did so without fuss and flopped to the ground, his wings making a sickening crunch as they brushed across the sand. “We’re in Purgatory right now. Or Limbo. Or whatever you want to call it.” 

“Not much here but sand.”

Lucifer chuckled without humor. “No, but great opportunities for real estate investment for sure. That up there,” He said, pointing at the odd hole in the sky where the two planes seemed to meld. “That’s Sloth. And then Envy, and so forth.”

“Why does it look all fucked up?”

“Well, you blew a hole into it.”

“Well I didn’t fucking mean to,” Adam replied, crossing his arms like a defensive child after being caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“No, you wouldn’t have been able to on your own. Only an archangel could harness enough power to cast someone out and force them through the rings of Hell. Michael would have had to have done so intentionally.”

“Like he did to you,” Adam stated, his warm brown eyes meeting Lucifer’s. Lucifer nodded, a sad smile upon his features. 

“You know the difference between Fallen and Casting?”

Adam rolled his eyes. “I might not understand all the nuisances and archangel shit, but I was right there in that Garden alongside you. He kept saying I was Fallen though, so I guess he thought I was too stupid to understand what I really was.” 

“Michael always liked to think he was the smartest person in the room.” Lucifer offered, looking out across the sea of sand. “So you know about the Trials?”

Adam gave Lucifer a strange look. “What are you talking about?”

“The Trials of Hell?”

“Sounds dumb as fuck.” Adam said, digging his toes into the surprisingly cool sand. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend he was on a beach. Or on the banks of the river in the Garden. Anywhere but here. 

Oh, how their tentative peace was waning. 

“It’s not dumb,” Lucifer argued. “You see how Sloth and Limbo are melding into one another in the sky? That’s happening all over Hell with each ring trying to implode into the other because you literally blew threw the stability of the rings.”

“And that means?”

“It means if you don’t fix it, all of Hell will engulf itself into some weird, chaos plane. And I don’t think it will stop there. It will just keep feeding and feeding until it bleeds into Earth and eventually Heaven.”

“What do you mean “I have to fucking fix it”?” Adam asked angrily, his gaze hard as he glanced over at Lucifer. “Isn’t that your job, King of Hell?”

“I can’t fix it. It wasn’t my life force that broke it in the first place. Adam, it was your sin and anguish and hate and whatever else you had going on inside that twisted head of yours that mixed with Michael’s powers and broke through the rings in the first place. You’re the only one who can fix it. It won’t respond to me or anyone else.”

“And how do you expect me to do that, not like I’ve got my power, my weapons, or even my fucking wings, Lucifer,” Adam said, gesturing to the appendages on his back. 

“Well, that’s where the trials come in. Hell is a being in itself. She likes to play games and feed upon your negativity. Each ring you go through, you’ll be presented with a task created by Hell and the leaders of the Rings. Complete the Trial, you close and stabilize a ring.”

“Like a fucking video game?”

“Well, uh, yeah actually that’s a really good comparison,” Lucifer replied, shaking his head. “Did Michael say anything else? Anything about why he would do this?”

Adam shook his head. “Nothing more than just telling me I had ‘indulged in sin’ and am ‘following a path’.”

“A path?” Lucifer frowned. 

“I don’t fucking know, Luci, you know he’s always been cryptic.” 

“He knew this would destabilize Hell. It just felt like a drastic move on his part, to put all of Hell and Heaven at risk.” Lucifer said, thinking out loud. There was a piece of Lucifer that didn’t want to go back to Pride. He knew that he would have to deal with the aftermath of the damages and the outrage of the Sinners. He missed Lilith. 

“He’s your brother, not mine.” Adam shrugged, staring at the hole in the sky that moved and swayed like waves in the ocean. 

“Were you able to get Lute out in time?” Adam asked quietly.

Lucifer nodded. “She’s safe with Charlie at the hotel.”

Adam nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. 

The pair sat in silence for a moment more before Lucifer sighed and snapped his fingers, causing an hour glass to appear in his hands. It was small and  a replica of the same one that sat in the council chambers. He handed it to Adam, adding a necklace chain on it for good measure. 

“Here, this is to keep track of how long you have.” He said, placing the hourglass necklace in Adam’s hands. The sand trickled slowly, tauntingly. Adam nodded and placed the chain around his neck. 

“And if I don’t complete the Trials in time?”

“Then you’ve doomed us all, Adam.”

Adam could feel a coldness creeping into his heart, burrowing itself under his skin. He thought of Lute. He thought of her golden eyes, shining at him as though he were the only thing of worth in the world. Of her silver hair, the ends longer than he could ever remember seeing them in Heaven. He the thought of the way her body nestled into his own when they slept, and the way he would cling to her in the night as though she were a lifeboat to his sanity. 

He would not fail her. 

“No fucking pressure or anything,” Adam scoffed, pulling himself to his feet. He offered a hand down to Lucifer, who took it and stood. He wiped off his pants and looked up at Adam, who’s face was unreadable. 

“Are you ready?” Lucifer asked.

 Adam snorted. “Not as though I have another choice.”

Lucifer could feel a sharp reply on his tongue but he instead chose to think of Charlie and her goodness. He took in the image of the broken man in front of him and sighed. Adam was the only one capable of saving Hell at this point, of saving Charlie, of saving Lilith (whereever she may be). 

Lucifer snapped his fingers and a portal leading to Sloth appeared in front of them. He turned to Adam. 

“Good Luck.” He said, holding his hand out to Adam. Adam gripped his hand tightly in a firm handshake and sighed. He dropped Lucifer’s hand and walked through the portal leaving Lucifer alone in Limbo.

Adam did not know what he expected upon entering Sloth, but a lush, purple forest was not it. He could what the sounds of animals and birds chittering around him. He could feel the cool earth beneath his feet. 

There was no obvious danger. No immedaite threat. He found himself confused as he took in the sight of the lush forest and chose to do the only thing he could think to do: he kept moving. He followed a makeshift path through the trees, taking in the various shades of purple.

A twig snapped. 

He stopped in his footsteps. 

A high-pitched giggle rang out behind him.

This was it. This was the monster he had been waiting for. 

Instead of turning to fight, he began to run. He was unarmed and weak, pathetic. A human once more. He was no match for the monster he was meant to face. He could feel the twigs and sand stick into the soles of his feet as he ran, creating numerous cuts and splinters as he ran. He wings lay limply behind him, catching wind as he ran.

The giggling grew closer. He began to run faster. 

The sound seemed to fill the forest and he knew the monster was gaining upon him.

He was running, escaping, he was-

Falling. 

His face made contact with the earth and he realized his foot was caught in an unseen root (he knew there wasn’t a root there. There were no roots or obstacles in this path. He would have seen it. He would have noticed).

“Adam! I’ve been waiting for you.” A familiar voice said behind him. Impossible. He hadn’t heard that voice in years. 

He turned quickly, his eyes growing wide as he found himself looking up at a ghost. Her brown hair was strewn around her face, wild as she had always preferred. Her dark brown eyes held mirth and mischief, as they always had. Her bronze skin seemed to glow under the lavender rays of light. She held out a small hand his way. An offering of help. 

“Eve.”

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Part two of Aramis and just three babies fic, part one is here.

Aramis had Hugo in the shopping trolley seat, Louis standing in the trolley, and Rochelle was trailing a few feet behind staring at his phone she'd got off him for very important business. She bumped into him when he stopped. Good to know she was paying attention to the world around her. To be fair, it was Aldi, and it was crammed with families on a post-school rush.

“Hullo,” Aramis called.

Their neighbour was crouched, looking at a low shelf of microwave rice pouches in consternation. He looked up and saw Aramis and got a wary, weary sort of look. Aramis waved.

“I need to wee,” Louis whined, trying to climb out of the trolley.

“Papa, Papa,” Hugo complained at them having stopped, arms waving about.

“Shush, I’m saying hello to our neighbour,” Aramis said. “You don’t need to wee, you weed about ten minutes ago, in a bush, because you couldn’t possibly wait until we got here.”

“I might need to wee again,” Louis complained.

Rochelle walked around Aramis and went to get things off the shelves that they didn’t need. Hugo started making whining noises, head back.

“I’ll get some wine,” Porthos said. “You can all come over later, if you want.”

“What? Yes. Seriously? Yes,” Aramis said. “Put it back.”

“You don’t even know what it is,” Rochelle said.

“I don’t need to. We have a list, it’s not on the list,” Aramis said. “Louis if you climb out so help me, I’ll, I dunno, tear your arms off and bop you with them maybe. Something violent.”

Hugo laughed at that, and Aramis smiled at his mood face, his curly chestnut hair bouncing. He was so lovely.

“Wine,” Porthos said. “I’ll be home in about an hour, knock whenever.”

He held out his basket to Rochelle, who took a minute to realise what he was offering, then lit up and dropped a chocolate cake into Porthos’s basket. Aramis sighed, but let it be, Rochelle rushing happily back over and linking her arm with his. She hardly ever did that these days, it was nice. Louis had given up getting free and plopped down to play with his Action Man doll thing he’d brought over. All the children happy, the shopping went much more smoothly than it had any business being, and they got home before dinner time. After Friday shopping. A miracle.

Aramis showered while the kids ate pasta and pesto, and then spent way too long choosing his clothing. He changed Louis’ clothes because he had got pesto on his shirt, and Hugo’s clothes because once home he’d got most of his things off and only had pants on, and Rochelle’s clothes because she’d decided to dress up when she saw him dressing up and had come up with a crop top from somewhere and a skirt she grew out of months ago. She got into proper clothes with a huge strop. He combed all their hair and found a packet of strawberries to take as an offering and chivvied them all out into the hall to line up neatly outside Porthos’s door. Aramis felt a qualm of nerves and hesitated over knocking. Hugo solved that by kicking the door a few times, staring at Aramis as if to say ‘you made me wear shoes, now bear the consequences, bitch’.

“Hang on!” came a shout from inside.

“Hugo,” Aramis growled.

“He’ll tear your arm off, Hugo,” Louis whispered, gripping Hugo’s arm. “And bop you with it!”

Rochelle giggled, covering her mouth, and all three of them were looking up at him to see what he’d do when the door opened and he did not do anything because Porthos had not got a shirt on and honestly Aramis could not be held accountable because Jesus Holy Mary and God. Aramis smiled, shifting his weight to cock a hip, sweeping a hand through his hair, smiling growing as he raked his eyes up to Porthos’s face and found him flushed.

“Evening,” Aramis said.

“Hi,” Porthos said, turning and twitching a shirt from somewhere, pulling it on. He came out ruffled and still blushing and it was still a very good look.

“Papa,” Hugo said, peering around Porthos to see into the flat. “Cat.”

“She’s called Beep,” Porthos said. “She’s pretty friendly, do you know how to pet a cat?”

“Yup,” Louis said, Hugo demonstrating his petting skills on thin air, trying to get by.

Porthos stood aside and Aramis’s lot thundered in, Beep sat there waiting, licking her paws, ignoring them. Rochelle shuffled over on her knees, Louis tiptoed, Hugo did his weeble-wobble thing, his gait tipping and rolling because he was excited. Aramis watched them crowd the cat and go still just within reach, holding their breaths as Rochelle reached slowly out for the first stroke, eldest child privilege. Beep purred and nudged her head into Rochelle’s touch and they all made happy noises.

“I’ve got a few toys,” Porthos said, waving Aramis in as well and shutting the door. There was a tiny vestibule, open to the livingroom/kitchen that was right there. Porthos got a box from a cupboard, and a small stack of board games, leaving them by the sofa. The children clocked the toys but were preoccupied with the cat for now. “Have a seat, I’ll get wine and things.”

Aramis looked at his kids. They’d been both loud and lovely today. He hesitated, then chose a seat in the kitchen, in sight of them, instead on the sofa right in the middle of them. Porthos smiled at him, at the sideboard, very close. He held up a plate with slices of cake and some biscuits on, asking permission.

“Sure, go ahead, they’ve had dinner. If you want cakeless carpet I can make them eat it at the table,” Aramis said.

“Nah, carpet’s had worse on,” Porthos said, heading out and into the livingroom. There was a little coffee table and the children scrambled for it when Porthos put the plate down, voices quiet with excitement.

Aramis’s seat was a stool, he was sat at the bar that came across to differentiate between the kitchen and livingroom. Porthos sat beside him, leaning to reach over a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Thanks for the invite,” Aramis said. “And for including them.”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Porthos said, shrugging, pouring out the wine. “I hope you like this, it’s decent but not expensive.”

“I’m not fussy,” Aramis said.

“I am,” Porthos said. “No point in paying good money for shit wine. All money is good money.”

“Good point,” Aramis conceded.

There was a slightly awkward silence while Porthos gave him wine. They both turned to watch the children, Rochelle divvying up the snacks in a bossy older sibling sort of way. Aramis took a sip and relaxed. He hadn’t been sure Rochelle would settle with them. She’d been coming and going for years, she’d just sort of snuck in amongst the younger lot that were in and out, it hadn’t been very official until recently, and now it was forever, and Aramis had worried. But she seemed happy enough, and she still talked about and to her mum.

“You’re thoughtful,” Porthos said. “Long day?”

“Long week,” Aramis said. “But, no, not that. Just thinking. It’ll keep.”

“Oh, okay.”

“So, how long have you been here? I really did think maybe a hermit or a monk or something lived over here, I’ve never seen hide nor hair,” Armasis said, realising he was being a bad guest, brooding over his wine.

“Been a bit busy. Moved in almost a year ago, but I haven’t been around much,” Porthos said. “Things’ve changed, so here I am.”

“Where’s, um, you never said a name actually. Your little ‘Puff’,” Aramis said, grinning, he still thought that nickname was adorable.

“Grace. My friends’ kid,” Porthos said. “She comes and goes.”

“I know how that goes,” Aramis said, and Porthos gave him a little smile, raising his glass.

Another silence spread between them, this one a little more comfortable. Rochelle was into the box of toys, pulling everything out to examine, Louis and Hugo following her lead like she was the sun they orbited. It was good to have Louis home for a bit. Aramis sipped his wine and watched over his children, he and Porthos making conversation now and then. Though conversation never went anywhere, it was nice to spend time with an adult for once. Even stilted, awkward time.

Bit odd, that. Aramis had been sure they’d been flirting.

parts:

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 [complete]

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Thank you friend! <3

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

Jeez, this is a hard one. I think I have the most fun with world-building, and I personally click off of most stories that don't use proper grammar/paragraph breaks/dialogue tags so that's obviously important to me as a writer, but overall I'd say that having strong characters is what's really going to make or break a story.

You can have the most action-packed plot in the world, tailor it perfectly to the hero's journey, make the perfect 3-Act Structure Narrative, etc. etc.. But if people don't enjoy reading about the characters who have to carry out the decisions in your plot, the story is boring. How many people have stuck around for the compelling characters in a story with a thin or uninteresting plot, compared to unlikable or flat characters in fascinating circumstances?

The characters can and should inform your plot. If your characters aren't compelling, the plot dies with them. That's my philosophy, at least, and I'm sure there are people out there who disagree, but when I write, I always aim for interesting, well-rounded characters.

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

According to my AO3 stats, the least kudos'd fic on my account, at 8 total kudos, is The Price of Oblivion. It's an old Overwatch fic that was supposed to be multichapter, but sadly I lost interest in it very quickly.

I actually do think the initial concept for this fic is one of the sickest I've ever had. Steampunk, eldritch magic, sentient robots, cyborgs, necromancy, there was a lot going on under the hood. It was supposed to be an expansion of a one-shot called Oblivion that I wrote for Zenyatta Appreciation Week 2018—which, for the record, is my highest kudos'd Overwatch fic. So I definitely had a good concept! I still love the one-shot! But sadly the writing juices never materialized. It happens.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Well, those subscribed to me on Ko-Fi will have already read this, but I am STOKED to post Day 15 of AU-gust '22 on AO3 next month. Here's a little piece:

One case closed this month concerning the annual corrupt member on the Domino Chapter of the Mage’s Guild, and silence ever since. His other cases had gone cold, his leads dead or skipped town to avoid being traced. As much as his mentors liked to say otherwise, having a reputation had only made his life harder. Not that he blamed them for wanting to get as far away as possible.

Someone next door had been thinking extensively about the state of their home repairs for the past hour. His other neighbor couldn’t wait to get down to the pub after nightfall. The pair walking down the hall held nothing but contempt for each other, despite the friendly conversation. A new patron walked in the door of the office complex thinking unspeakable things about a stranger they’d seen on the street.

Atem was in all their heads. Whether he wanted to be or not.

If you love sad wet detectives, this is going to be a fun one.

[send me a fic writer ask]

[stopbeingnecrophiles]

1. the scene in which her head gets bitten off doesn’t contain excessive gore 2. you also fail to mention the madoka image 3. or the other images that were pointed out 4. good job

[helpimhyperfixating]

Join Me - Jotaro x Reader

Word Count: 1316

"Y/N, join me." Jotaro murmured as he pressed a kiss into your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

About two minutes ago, your husband had entered your office, clearly intent to annoy you as much as possible, determined to distract you from your work. Or at least, that is what it looked like in your eyes.

"Jotaro, no. I have to work." You protested, wriggling your arms out of his hold so you could continue writing.

Hugging you even closer now that your arms were out of his hold, Jotaro placed his chin on your shoulder and softly started trailing kisses all over your jaw and neck.

"Jotaro..." You sighed, doing your best to decline him. He was making it harder and harder to do so though.

"Baby..."

You stiffened a bit and Jotaro smirked against your skin. He knew how weak you were for that nickname, which is why he only ever used it sparingly. Deploying it in moments like these so that you would become jelly in his hands.

"You've been working all day. Just come join me in the bath for now."

Your resilience nearly broke but you steeled yourself at the last possible moment. "I'll be able to relax more when I'm done. In just a few days this project is over, then we can do whatever we want."

Jotaro had already expected this answer however. "You need a break, you're pushing yourself too hard. I'll carry you if I have to."

"Why are you so insistent on this?" You turned your head to look at him, only for your eyes to widen and a squeak to leave you when that action gave him the perfect angle and range to plant his lips on yours.

He firmly kissed you, almost pleading with it as he tried to coax you to come with him, trying to keep his lips on yours as he pulled back, hoping you would get the hint and move with him and get out of your chair.

You didn't however and instead broke the kiss, smirking a little when you saw a tiny pout on his face.

Jotaro wasn't one for giving up however and he moved his face closer to yours again, pushing his forehead against your temple. "You can take your work with you, otherwise what did you make me buy that bath tray for. Just join me."

"I made you buy it for when we want snacks in the bath." You grinned but Jotaro's expression didn't change, his forehead still against you.

"Baby, please." There was that nickname again and that was enough to break you, making you give in.

"A-Alright, so long as you'll finally let me focus on my work." You stuck out your bottom lip a little bashfully, looking off to the side while you could see Jotaro smirk from the corner of your eye, content that you had finally given into him.

- - - -

Sitting in the bath, you were hunched over the tray where all kinds of papers were now strewn over it.

You had been diligently working, doing your best to keep your hands and wrists out of the water so that it would not stain the papers, your husbands legs on either side of your body while you were sitting up, bent over your work.

Jotaro boredly watched you as he sat behind you but finally had enough of staring at your back. He got you in here to relax and cuddle with you, goddamnit, not for you to ignore him and keep slaving away.

"Good grief, Y/N." With an eye roll, he wrapped his arms around your midriff and pulled you down onto him, intent on making your back lean against his chest.

The sudden pull surprised you and you yelped slightly as your pen flew out of your hand, tumbling through the air and landing somewhere on the bathroom floor.

Your back crashed into Jotaro's chest and you could feel your spine crack and protest from the sudden new position, having been pulled out of your hunch from before.

"Oh, wow. Ow." You groaned, earning a chuckle from the man behind you. You immediately tried to change your position, maybe get up, but Jotaro was quicker.

In a flash, he had his arms firmly wrapped around your torso, keeping you from sitting up, all the while his legs encased yours, being wrapped around them. You were completely caged in by him.

"Jotarooo." You whined half-heartedly, more out of obligation than actual want, cause the satisfying crack and stretch of your back clouded your thoughts.

"Hm?" He hummed directly against your ear, having pressed his cheek to the side of your head as he held you close.

"I gotta work. You said you'd let me focus and continue working." Jotaro could practically hear you pout as you spoke and had a hard time containing his smile. God you were adorable, turning to putty so easily in his arms so that he could hold you close.

"I did let you work." Was his smart reply as you felt his arms tighten a bit around your form. "Now I just want you to focus..." His hand caressed your side a bit. "...on you and me." With that, he slowly sank down in the tub until the water reached your chin, your head still resting on his clavicle.

Figuring that fighting any more was useless, you just sighed, a sign to both Jotaro and yourself that you had given in. You knew that when he got like this, there was no changing his mind anyways.

"Good girl." You swore you heard Jotaro mutter that into your hair, barely audible for even himself.

Star Platinum suddenly manifested, lifting the bath tray with your work and setting it aside on the sink's countertop, out of the way, before disappearing back into its user.

Now that there was no longer a tray obscuring your view of a large part of the bath, you couldn't help but giggle softly as you looked at your entwined legs.

Now, the two of you knew Jotaro was a tall man, and when buying the house you kept that in account for almost anything, but even so, with the two of you cuddled in the bath like this, Jotaro proved to just be too damn tall.

While your toes were grazing the edge of the tub, Jotaro needed to pull his legs up a bit, the way he had wrapped around you making his knees stick up out of the water, your legs nestled in the hollow of said knees, comfortably holding you close.

"The water's gone cold, that is how long you made me wait." Jotaro then huffed, lifting his leg from yours to instead softly rub his foot up and down your calf.

"Sorry." You whispered, finally sinking completely into your husband, much to his delight. He didn't know why, but feeling your full weight lean on him always made him so happy. Like you trusted him so much to allow him to carry you, hold you, care for you while you were at your most vulnerable; allowing yourself to relax completely in his presence to an extent where you let all your muscles go slack, no need to stay on guard when he was around, not even to hold yourself up.

"It's alright." Jotaro's reply was barely above a whisper himself, pressing a small kiss right behind your ear before he unwrapped one arm from your waist, using it to turn on the tap and let hot water back in. Meanwhile, he used his foot to pull out the plug, not feeling like letting go of you just yet.

"You're so needy sometimes." You grinned softly even though he couldn't see.

Jotaro just tightened his arms around you at that, pulling you just a bit deeper into his chest.

"Only for you."

[uvobreakmylegs]

Right Place, Right Time

wanted to write something with a little more humor in it but there’s still dark shit because phantom troupe

Warnings: mentions of death

“There's trouble, boss.”

Phinks' voice cut through the chatter of the busy casino. Chrollo didn't look up at first, relaying a few more instructions to Shalnark via text. 'Trouble' wasn't unexpected; as much as Chrollo could plan ahead, human nature could be unpredictable and would usually cause a few bumps in the road when it came to their heists.

“What sort of trouble?” Chrollo asked as he pocketed the cellphone.

“A Zoldyck.”

Ah.... That was a bit more trouble than usual.

Chrollo's gaze followed that of Phinks and Shizuku. Looking down at them from a second balcony stood Illumi, his face devoid of emotion as the black void within his eyes took in the group.

The second Chrollo made eye contact with him, Illumi gestured to his left with a sharp jerk of his head before walking off in the same direction.

“Does he want to fight away from the guests?” Shizuku asked.

“Maybe,” said Chrollo. He began to walk in the direction Illumi had gone, signaling for Shizuku and Phinks to follow. The three of them walked up one of the staircases located to the side. Phinks pulled on the collar of his suit every so often, while Shizuku walked slightly slower due to the heels that she wasn't used to wearing. But Chrollo could sense that the two were anticipating a fight (Phinks likely ready to use it as an excuse to get out of the fancy suit he hated so much).

“But it may not come to a fight with him,” Chrollo told them.

“Don't the Zoldycks hate us?” Phinks asked.

“Silva hates me specifically,” Chrollo corrected, “but Illumi can be reasoned with.”

Phinks snorted a bit at that, but didn't say anything else. Shizuku then asked what Silva Zoldyck had done to the troupe, to which Phinks gave a brief summary of the incident that had happened years prior. A very brief summary, but he knew there was no point in getting into details since Shizuku would forget almost immediately; this wasn't even the first time she had asked.

Perhaps he should have expected that one of the Zoldycks would be present – it was the opening night for this particular high-end gambling hall. But with how stingy the owner had been rumored to be, he would have thought that the price of a Zoldyck assassin as a security guard would have been more than she was willing to spend.

If it was Zeno or Silva there would be no chance of ending things amicably: Zeno was dedicated to his work and wouldn't be moved by a bribe or any words that Chrollo could offer. And Chrollo and Silva shared a very mutual hatred of one another, so a fight would have been inevitable in that case.

But Illumi, while also just as dedicated to his family as his father and grandfather, could be convinced to stand down if Chrollo could name a good enough price and ensure that the Zoldyck name wouldn't be tarnished in any way. The Zoldycks successfully completed every job they took on, but they couldn't be held accountable if their client terminated the contract before they could complete it. It had happened once before, in an instance where a man had hired Illumi to assassinate Pakunoda. Illumi agreed to hold off on going through with the hit for a short while in exchange for twice the amount the man had paid him for and to allow the troupe the time needed to get to the client and release him from the contract.

Though it would be nicer to just get to Illumi's client and kill her off, there was no chance Illumi would allow them to do that while still under his contract. And Illumi would be happier if he was able to leave with twice the amount of jenny he had been promised.

Illumi was waiting at the end of a hall that had fewer people in it, pointedly looking at him before entering into what looked to be a darkened room. Chrollo pulled out his phone to text an order for the troupe to wait as he spoke to Phinks and Shizuku.

“You two wait out here,” he ordered.

Phinks looked as though he wanted to question him on that, but he held his tongue, crossing his arms as he gave a sharp nod in acknowledgment. If Shizuku felt that his actions were questionable, she didn't betray that fact to him.

Leaving the two of them behind, Chrollo made his way to the door Illumi had entered and pulled it open.

This room was darker than the rest of the casino, and without the electric lights that brightened the building and the bodies of the customers that increased the temperature with their own body heat, it was much cooler in the room as well.

It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the lack of light, but when they did, he saw that Illumi was leaning against a smaller circular table, toying with one of his needles as he watched Chrollo enter.

“I thought you didn't like the body-guarding jobs,” Chrollo said as the door behind him slowly swung shut.

“I owed my brother for his assistance on my last assignment,” Illumi explained, “so I'm filling in for him.”

Chrollo nodded, though he didn't particularly care all that much. Whatever the reason, the presence of a Zoldyck would hinder things. Best to get straight to the point.

“How much are you being paid for this job?” Chrollo asked.

Illumi's eyebrows raised slightly.

“You think you can pay me off?”

“It worked once before.”

“So it did,” Illumi conceded, “but it would start to look suspicious if I accepted your offer too many times, no? It would be a problem if people thought the Zoldycks could be bought out. Our reputation is everything.”

“Well, you can't help it if your client decides that your services aren't needed and lets you go, now can you?”

“Another inexplicable 'termination' with a job that involved the Phantom Troupe?” Illumi asked, “father was annoyed that I did that last time, though he was more annoyed that I took the job in the first place.”

Illumi sighed.

“But again, doing that too often would look strange, and I will not do anything to harm our business reputation.”

“Very few people knew about the previous hit on Pakunoda,” said Chrollo, “there would be few who would notice a particular pattern, and I think the two of us are both inclined to avoid an unnecessary fight if possible.”

“True. Killing you and the rest of your group would take some time. And it wouldn't be worth the amount that woman is offering. Really, she's low-balling us. I don't know what Milluki was thinking when he took this job. Didn't even make her pay upfront.”

“Then we can come to an agreement?” Chrollo asked.

Illumi closed his eyes in thought, his fingers still twirling around that needle. He was considering it.

Chrollo waited in silence. Trying to push Illumi to do one thing was unproductive and could possibly make him decide to fight after all, though he was certain that Illumi was already willing to take him up on the offer since the assassin hadn't sent his needles flying the second Chrollo walked in. Pulling out his phone, Chrollo checked the time: 8:54 PM. He had planned for this particular operation to begin at 9:15. The owner was part of a group that had begun to throttle the livelihood of Meteor City, and tonight she was the host of a party for that group that was taking place in the upper floors while celebrating the successful opening night of her casino. The main purpose was to send a message: kill the group and anyone else in the building so the rest of the world knew not to interfere with the business of his Meteor City. Whatever valuables they collected would just be bonuses for the troupe to divide amongst themselves.

Though Chrollo rarely went back to the city these days, it was beneficial for him if the city still existed. And though he would never admit it out loud, there was of that sentimental feeling of wanting to protect his old home, as harsh and cruel as it had been for him growing up.

Illumi opened his eyes and looked to Chrollo.

“3 billion and I'll leave.”

“That's quite a lot,” said Chrollo, “much more than I paid last time. Why such a steep increase?”

“So it's worth my while.”

Chrollo mulled it for a bit, checking his phone again: 8:57. He certainly had the funds to pay Illumi's price, but it did feel like he was being somewhat taken advantage of in this case. Still keeping an eye on Illumi, Chrollo couldn't help but notice that the assassin seemed to have something else on his mind that he was considering. Then, like he had come to a decision, he sat up a bit straighter as he addressed Chrollo again.

“There's one more thing,” Illumi said.

“Something more than 3 billion jenny, Illumi?”

“Just some time; give me four minutes before you start.”

Chrollo hummed. Illumi didn't need that much time to vacate a building like this. Was it an attempt to set some kind of trap? No, that was unlikely. It would be far too obvious and Illumi wouldn't go to such lengths unless he was being paid to do so. Still, he couldn't help but be a little curious as to what Illumi would need that time for.

“Why four minutes?”

“Personal reasons.”

Ah. He should have sensed something like that would be the answer.

“A lot can happen in even a single minute, Illumi. And you want four?”

“Four minutes is unreasonable?”

“Not enough to end this deal, but I may want you to lower your price a bit.”

“Are you trying to haggle with me?”

Illumi frowned a little when Chrollo smiled at him.

“Maybe just by 60 million or so,” Chrollo said.

“So you'd rather pay two billion, nine hundred and forty million?” Illumi asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It's still more than you'll get if you keep your current contract, correct?”

Chrollo saw the corners of Illumi's mouth turn upwards ever so slightly, a small smirk on his face as he closed his eyes again and considered the offer.

“That's true. Even taking that out I'd still be much better off.”

Chrollo checked the time and found it to be 9:01 PM. If Illumi came to a decision soon the troupe's operation could still go as planned.

“Very well,” Illumi said after a moment of thought, “transfer me the money first.”

With a nod, Chrollo accessed one of his bank accounts through his phone, bringing up the necessary amount and transferring it to the account number Illumi gave him. Within a few minutes, the transaction was completed. Illumi seemed rather pleased with himself, Chrollo noted.

“Perhaps you should stay in here for a moment,” Chrollo said, “Shalnark is upstairs. I can order him to take control of the owner and have her officially fire you. Then there won't be any issues with your family, correct?”

“That won't be necessary,” Illumi answered.

“Oh?”

“I got fired before you got here.”

“..... Excuse me?”

There was a flat tone to Chrollo's voice that made Illumi chuckle as the latter continued “that woman felt like she was wasting her money, but she was pressured to hire one of the Zoldycks at the behest of her guests. Seems to me like she was looking for an excuse to get out of paying the full fee. Apparently I was 'unprofessional'. But I'm glad I caught sight of you, otherwise this evening would have been more of a loss for me.”

Chrollo said nothing at first. Illumi had been careful with his wording, Chrollo realized, and it hadn't occurred to him to ask if Illumi was still under contract.

The funds weren't that important to Chrollo, but he couldn't help but feel rather miffed. Had he known that the assassin was currently out of a job, there wouldn't have been a reason to pay a higher price than normal; Illumi would have been left between going home empty-handed or with whatever Chrollo would have been willing to give him.

But then again, how could he have anticipated that a Zoldyck would have gotten fired?

Realizing that he had been played, Chrollo checked his phone again: 9:07. At least they'd still be able to start on time.

“Your four minutes start now,” he said.

Nodding, Illumi stood from where he'd been leaning against the table. He made his way through the room, past Chrollo and to the door that lead to the hall where Phinks and Shizuku waited.

“Perhaps you could humor me,” Chrollo said as he walked by, “it shouldn't take you four minutes to exit a place like this. What exactly are those personal reasons?”

Illumi chuckled a bit as he placed his hand on the knob.

“I suppose you can see for yourself if you decide to watch me leave.”

With that, Illumi left, the door swinging shut.

Standing alone in the dark room, Chrollo wasn't sure what to make of Illumi's behavior. He was used to the assassin being more straight-forward. He was secretive, yes, but there was something about the way he had acted just now that seemed a bit more.... Playful.

Illumi and Hisoka had known each other before Chrollo had met the long-haired man, and the two had seemed like they were in frequent contact. Perhaps, Chrollo mused, some of Hisoka's less-than-ideal qualities were rubbing off on Illumi.

Phinks and Shizuku approached him immediately after he also exited the room.

“It looked like he was leaving,” Shizuku said, “were you able to talk him down?”

“Yes. It was more expensive than it needed to be, but he'll be leaving shortly,” Chrollo answered as he nodded at her.

“He required four minutes before we began, so we'll be able to stay on schedule,” he continued as he looked at his phone again. 9:08.

The two spiders nodded (though Phinks seemed somewhat disappointed to not have a chance to fight Illumi) and Chrollo updated the rest of the troupe. The three of them slowly began to walk back to the main hall before coming to a stop at one of the balcony's. Below them the crowd had only managed to have grow larger as more people had entered to try their luck in the new gambling hall. For the majority of the crowd it seemed to be more of a pastime as they looked more well-to-do, but there were a few individuals who already appeared to be reaching a point of desperation, sweating nervously while they looked to the indifferent dealers.

A grand clock at the top of the hall showed the time to be nearing 9:10, and they had yet to see Illumi leave the building.

“Why did he want four minutes?” Shizuku asked.

“He wouldn't say,” Chrollo answered her.

“Hm. I wonder what it was,” Shizuku said.

“It seems he wanted to collect some woman before we got started,” Phinks suddenly said.

“Huh?”

Both Chrollo and Shizuku looked to where Phinks was looking. Within the crowd they saw Illumi walking through, accompanied by you. He held your hand as he lead you through the throng of guests, and you were giggling at something he had said while you intertwined your fingers with his. Illumi smiled back at you as he continued to pull you forward.

It was not a sight Chrollo had anticipated, nor was he expecting to see the darkened marks on your neck when he squinted. Marks that could've been made by Illumi's mouth.

Remembering that Illumi had said he'd been terminated for being unprofessional, and suddenly the reason for his firing became clear.

“That's just a civilian, right?” Phinks asked, “what does he want with her?”

“I guess he doesn't want to leave her here to die,” said Shizuku, “that's sweet.”

Chrollo continued to watch as the two of you made it to the other end of the hall. When you were finally out of the crowd, you went to wrap your arm around the one that had been leading you, smiling up at him as you two continued your way to the entrance. There weren't many who could touch one of the Zoldycks like that and live to tell the tale. Phinks was most likely right in his assessment; you weren't anything special. You probably had no idea who the person was that you were so happily walking off with or how dangerous he was.

Illumi said something and smiled at you before the two of you began walking again, but Chrollo didn't miss the little warning glance the assassin had sent in his direction.

As Shizuku and Phinks talked amongst themselves on what all that was about, Chrollo found himself unsure of what to think of this particular turn of events.

Evidently to Illumi, you were worth at least 60 million jenny.

You had come to this event on behalf of your friend Kiki, who had been invited by her cousin who had wanted to spend a milestone birthday at the casino. Places like this had never done much for you; the odds were always stacked in favor of the house and you didn't want to lose your hard-earned cash by gambling it away. You only came to do a favor for your friend, and yet about an hour into the evening, she had left you to chat up someone at the bar, leaving you with a group of people you only vaguely knew in an even bigger sea of strangers. Most ignored you, but there was the occasional middle-aged man who would eye you up and make you feel uncomfortable enough that you felt like you needed to leave the general area.

And then you ran into him.

The handsome man with long black hair and dark eyes who'd been walking about. He caught your attention like he'd caught the attention of most of the people around him, though they had seemed more content to watch him and gossip about him from afar. Maybe it was because no one else was going for it, maybe it was because you were slightly jealous that Kiki had managed to find an actual date for the night, or maybe you were just tired of the gross older men that kept ogling you and you wanted to be able to enjoy yourself with someone that you were actually in to. Regardless of whatever it was that made you do it, you approached the man and asked if he wanted to get a drink with you.

He hadn't wanted any drinks, but your boldness had impressed him enough that he wanted to talk with you. In private. Leading you away from the crowd and noise, he took you to a staff-only hallway where he introduced himself as Illumi. You introduced yourself to him, and the two of you managed to hit it off, having a lengthy conversation that ended when he kissed you suddenly. It seemed like something that had been spur-of-the-moment for him, and he pulled away from you to ask if you had liked it. Your answer was to pull him back onto your lips.

Your make-out session had culminated in him pushing you against the wall while he sucked hickeys into the skin of your neck.

And then you got caught.

You were expecting that you'd both get kicked out, but Illumi had been asked to accompany some of the casino staff while you were taken back to the main hall. Being that they were more concerned about Illumi, they left you there while you tried to hide the marks Illumi had left behind. You hadn't been sure if you would see him again; you didn't realize that he'd been working for the casino, and you were worried that you had cost him his job.

So it was unexpected when he appeared before you and asked you to leave with him.

But you said 'yes' without any hesitation.

You slid into the backseat of the car that had pulled up, Illumi coming in after you.

“The Palazzo,” Illumi instructed the driver.

Wait....

“Isn't that the really expensive hotel on the riverfront?” you asked Illumi.

“Yes. I've been staying there,” he answered.

You were amazed that he had the cash to be able to stay at a place like that. Then worry hit you.

“I got you fired, didn't I? Are you sure that isn't an issue?”

With that same small smile you had seen several times now since he'd opened up to you, Illumi smiled back at you.

“I got a better payout leaving like I did than if I had stayed. So don't worry, there's no issue.”

That eased your worries a bit, and you settled yourself into the seat as the car began to pull forward. You glanced back at the illuminated casino as you drove off, and another pang of guilt hit you.

“What's wrong?” Illumi asked.

“I left my friend without telling her anything,” you said as you pulled out your phone, “I should text her about where I'm going.”

“Mm. Yes, that would be a good idea.”

Illumi's tone was always rather flat, so you didn't notice that he seemed slightly displeased as you messaged Kiki to let her know you had left. It seemed like she'd found her own date, so hopefully she wouldn't be too mad at you. It wasn't like she'd been left alone.

The instant you hit 'send', you turned your attention back to Illumi.

“Think she'll get it in time? The reception was a little spotty in some places,” you said.

“It was fine, but don't worry about that.”

With that, Illumi pulled you into his lap while you yelped. You wanted to protest, seeing as you two were in a moving vehicle and the driver could tell what the two of you were doing. Illumi held you securely, however, and when you looked to the front of the car, you found that a sheet of tinted glass now separated the front from the back. The driver must have been able to read the mood.

“Don't worry about what's going on back there,” Illumi told you, “from this point on, all I want for you to focus on is me.”

His order made you blush, and you shyly answered with an “okay” before his lips were on you.

The casino and the people inside it were the last things on your mind that night.

[cartierbin]

hey! if you aren’t too busy with school and stuff could you make a d!lf hyunjin or felix and just make it super rough

yes ofc.

『 pairing — felix x reader

genre — smut + diff!sugar daddy felix fucking his sugar baby in his private jet + three’s a crowd

word count — 1.289k 』

notes — idk if this counts as super rough but i tried lmao

smut under the cut !

you didn’t even mean for all of it to happen like this. you were a broke college student, sick of working those shitty part time jobs and just wanted some quick cash. what started off as an onlyfans account quickly became an encounter with a sugar daddy who was willing to spoil you in every way possible, all while being a father of four children. and with the way your bank account was looking you’d be dumb to turn him down.

you had to say, to be a sugar daddy and a father of four felix was quite handsome for his age. he still looked young and he was also much too nice and sweet to be a sugar daddy. you figured most would be serious and stern with you. but felix was rather playful and very frequently gave you anything you wanted, just as long as you helped him live out his fantasies.

it was the middle of the night when you felt that sharp tinge of pleasure hit your groin. the one that you tried so desperately to ignore but couldn’t because it was making your legs tremble. you flickered your eyes open to feel a soft hand cupping your cheek and felix’s delicate lips tongue kissing the other. you could hear the soft pur of the engine which reminded you that you were on his private jet. the lights inside were glowing a baby blue hue, the color that blurred occasionally due to you scrunching your eyes from the wet sensible feeling beneath you. a feeling that you couldn’t quite understand since Felix’s hands were where you could see them and so was his lips and tongue. you finally gain enough courage to look down to see a curly haired, brown curvy woman on her knees in front of you, flat tonguing your swollen clit. from the looks of her uniform it seemed as though she was the flight attendant. you never saw one this erotic looking before, the buttons on her uniform were undone revealing her large chest, each breast spilling over the cups of her bra. she was hot and the way she was eating you was even hotter. by the time you gazed back up felix was already smirking, still tongue kissing your cheeks while your body shook from the wet consistency of her mouth. felix groomed your hair back, loving the way you were hopelessly glaring up at the ceiling. “just relax and let her devour your pussy baby”. his dark voice made the hairs on the back of your neck raise high.

you had no choice but to let her. she was pinning your legs wide open against the plane seat and eating you as if it would be the last pussy she ate in her life. raunchy breathless moans throttled from your throat at her efforts, you watch her tongue swirl around the whole glistening organ before finally wedging it inside your needy hole. your hips bucked against her mouth and felix felt himself grow quickly at the sight of it all. he began to palm himself. “spit on it”. he ordered, and the girl does as told squeezing out a splotch of saliva from between her lips and letting it land right on your folds. “now eat it like that”. he demands once more, and she did exactly what he said, leaving your mouth hanging wide open in the most euphoric way. everywhere her thick lips went your hips followed. felix moved his lips downward in a trail, tongue kissing a line down your chest until he was finally at your nipples. he took each in his mouth hungrily while massaging your breasts, licking and sucking all over them. you didn’t know which sensation to focus on first, felix sucking your nipples or the sexy woman sucking your pussy. either way it goes your body was overheating from the way both of their mouths made you feel. you stammered out a plethora of curse words with a feeling of relief washing over you, relief that no one else worked in this sector of the jet at this time of night. you gripped the armrest in a daze, and felix was glaring up at you enjoying the look of pure arousal strewn all over your face. this is what he wanted. this is just what he wanted to see.

once your eyes finally landed on his he smirked a little, taking his teeth and grazing them lightly over your nipple just before sucking it teasingly. you gasp at his actions, gazing at him in utter lust while watching your nipple roll back and forth over the length of his tongue. you held your breath with your mind spinning from feeling too much sensations all at once. sweat was starting to cover your body as your heart rate increased. you were throbbing so hard you practically felt it all in your eardrums. fireworks traveled through your body from head to toe, and your pussy started jerking eagerly against the woman’s tongue. the tremoring of your body warned him that you were close, he began drinking in your high pitched moans with his mouth. you were lazily kissing back, breathing heavily through your nose as your orgasm came quick and in a hurry dripping down the curvature of her chin. felix reaches a hand down to unzip his jeans, all while using the other to reach and push the woman’s tongue further into your pussy. “don’t stop”. he demands and you grip the armrest harder as he made you suffer from overstimulation. “please— please”. you pleaded, feeling another wave of cum ooze from your leaking hole. he held her head in place until she made you cum a third time, taking the breath right out of you. when she stood up to smirk at you her mouth was completely drenched as she walked off, going elsewhere.

felix then hovered over your open legs and hoisted them a bit higher around his waist. he smiles a little at how fucked out you looked with messy hair and your face completely flushed. “look at my baby. she ate your pussy good didn’t she?”. you couldn’t even bring yourself to say yes before felix encased you in another hot saliva filled kiss, pushing his cock straight through your cream. you gasp into the cavern of his mouth and he continued kissing your bottom lip until you got used to the sudden feeling. he clutched the underside of your thighs while he rocked into you, intoxicating you with his passionate kisses. a steady stream of moans from you vibrated his lips and he relished every single one of them and hastened his pace until he was brutally fucking you into the seat. your body already felt weak and limp from your last couple of orgasms, so it was no surprise that you felt completely helpless in this moment. he grabbed the top cushion of the plane seat for support while littering your neck with purpling hickies that you knew would be difficult to conceal. he licks his lips at the way your breast jiggled with every movement of his snapping waist. If there was anything you learned from him it was the fact that his oral fixation was prioritized during sexual encounters such as this one, which explained why he couldn’t help himself and began tongue kissing your oversensitive nipples. the seat became sticky with your body sweat. you arched your back off of It, hearing the mechanics of the seat rattle around due to the force of felix’s thrusts. he was fucking you hard and without mercy, especially since this time around your pussy was wetter than he ever felt it. you grasped the fabric of his shirt while your eyes drove to the back of your head, drenching his cock with your cum. he proceeded to make the chair squeak until it was his turn, to which he pulled out and spurted everything he had all over your breasts.

before you could lapse he takes your chin and mushes his mouth against yours once again, smirking and breathing heavily against your lips. “you’re such a good girl for me. I guess you do deserve that shopping spree huh?”

[sorryimanon]

Pairings: Bakugou x fem!Reader

Tags: 18+, dirty talk, explicit scenes, mutual masturbation, penetration, bakugou being a switch, reader is a dom, lots of back and forth between characters, slow burn

A/N: this was supposed to be divided into two parts but surprise, surprise! i got lazy :) i had so much writing this. this might be my favorite fic ive written so far! this is a loooong one. enjoy! 

P.S this is the unedited ver. I will posting the final on my AO3 account (sorryimanon)

-

Katsuki disliked her. No, he absolutely loathed her. Ever since she stepped foot into the classroom, it was destined for there to be a hostile barrier between the two of them. Granted, all she did was sweetly greet him like the rest of her fellow classmates, but Katsuki completely saw through her fading facade and ignored the kind gesture with a threatening showcase of his quirk.

"Being nice won't get you anywhere, baka," he snarled, glaring intensely at her all the while everyone watched the whole scene unfold.

He treated her like a foolish peasant after that initial encounter, disregarding her in any way shape or form as disgust shone through his eyes.

Y/N persevered the oncoming school years despite the blonde breathing down her neck consistently everyday. Katsuki's aggressive nature towards her subsided once graduation commenced, alluding to the blossoming maturity each student should have endured before branching off into hero work.

Not long after the celebratory succession, y/n bounced to several agencies that offered the same beneficial agreements for her. None caught her attention. Until one day she received a recommendation from Endeavor himself to work full time at his agency. Of course she accepted it and immediately wrote her sloppy signature down on the contract. Unbeknownst to her excitement, a separate copy of the contract was sent to another uprising hero around her age group.

So when she strutted in that morning of orientation, she never expected to see the very infamous Katsuki Bakugou slouched on one of the many chairs in the meeting room. Her throat tightened as she took a seat next to him, his height still freakishly tall even when they were just sitting. Staring straight forward to prevent from any means of eye contact with him, he lowered his head at her eye level and crooked a half smile.

"I'm gonna make you regret for even considering joining here, extra." A fleck of his spit hit the side of her face. Learning from her past encounters with Katsuki, y/n held her tongue in hopes for him to feel satisfied enough to leave her alone.

Thankfully their office hours were inconsistent to where they didn't intervene with each other, neither of them awkwardly meeting in the lobby or an elevator. However, sometimes y/n and Bakugou would desire the same craving for a caffeinated beverage and find themselves standing shoulder to shoulder by the coffee machine.

Bakugou likes his coffee black, she mentally jotted down as she intently watched his usual routine of preparing the beverage.

Like the asshole he is, Bakugou would purposely tip the mug and let a few trickles of the hot liquid burn her hand. He's done this every single time before he leaves y/n alone in the break room. Deep down, he relishes in the strained expression on her face when he inflicts the pain upon her. Thoughts danced across his head. Some involving him blasting y/n into the stratosphere to her kissing the tips of his boots for mercy. Either way, her being so submissive and, dare he say, a pussy to stand her ground sufficed him enough for the time being. But sometimes it pissed him off.

The constant harassment by the angry blonde went unnoticed by their other colleagues, including Endeavor, leaving y/n to prepare every morning to face the wrath of Katsuki Bakugou. His verbal abuse never wavered, occasionally whispering under his breath "weakling" or "stupid girl" whenever the pair were in the same room together. One time he sent her on a wild goose chase to find a missing case file that miraculously disappeared from her desk while she was copying something in the other room. Hours later, she soon discovers the said file tucked behind Katsuki's arm, snatching it from his grip and not once reprimanding him for wasting her time. Y/N eventually got used to it. Adapting to the annual insults of her work ethics and anything he could muster up from his sleeve. Both finally accepted their twisted dynamic, and became accustomed to the work lifestyle.

Months later, the dynamic soon changed when Endeavor announced an emergency meeting with everyone in the building. Apparently a new wave of villains have been reigning terror over the city, causing major damages and fatalities in a matter of weeks. Rumors started to circulate that the new generation of heroes don't have the capabilities to apprehend this group of evil doers. In the meeting, Endeavor made it clear for everyone to be partnered up before he dismisses them to patrol for the night, suggesting that pairing up with someone who is complimentary to your quirk is efficient for when dealing with these kinds of villains.

That's why y/n didn't voice her complaint when she inevitably got matched with Bakugou. His quirk alone was powerful already. With both of their quirks combined, there's no telling how the mission will go, but she surprisingly feels safe knowing he'll be sticking by her side throughout the rest of the night. It'll be a quick mission, then they'll return back to their previous mundane duties in the office. Back to Katsuki's mental and verbal torment.

"Could you move any slower?" Katsuki barked as both he and y/n were taking a quick stroll through the public park, scoping out for any signs of danger.

She was a step behind him, careful not to bump his shoulder or invade his space. She mumbled out a quick apology and fastened her pace, catching up to the man in gear. Tonight he wore his alternative hero costume, the design made specifically for when the temperature reaches an undesirable degree. The collar touched below the tip of his chin, his chiseled chest covered with the thick black material, and his arms protected from the cold with the addition of sleeves.  

"Fucking weakling..." she heard him mumble once they circled the perimeter again.

Bakugou insisted for them to scout out as many places as possible in hopes for an encounter. He desperately needs any excuse for some action, to use his quirk out of anger. Previously, they patrolled the empty plaza of Tatoone shopping center. Other heroes were there as well, but still no signs of any villains lurking in the dark. For the third time, they met up at the center of the park after making another round, both already tired of the tedious task.

"Just our fucking luck. Still no signs of those stupid villains. I guess we should patrol the outskirts of-."

A bright luminescent beam struck the middle of Bakugou's chest cavity, ricocheting him backwards to slam against the trunk of a large tree, knocking him unconscious instantly. Startled, y/n's eyes frantically searched for the perpetrator, only to meet a pair of glowing green orbs staring right back. She shifted her stance in preparation for their next attack, blocking Bakugou's lifeless body from the villains view. Another beam shot from the darkness, only this time y/n counter balanced the blow by rolling to side, the blast missing her by a couple of feet. Y/N quickly raised to her feet and ran head first towards the dark figure. Without preamble, the figure shot multiple beams at the hero, each one emitting from the void of their chest.

Y/N dodged the bright suffocating strips of light, her feet shuffling and heart racing due to the adrenaline rush. However, she miscalculated her next move which allowed the figure to strike her left shoulder when she was distracted for a split second. Pain shot throughout her shoulder blade. Eyes drawn to a close, her hand shot up to cradle the injury. The intense sensation started to spread from the upper half of her body to below. Everything suddenly became numb, including her sensors. She couldn't feel the tips of her digits nor move any part of her face. The muscles in her legs soon stopped contracting, resulting in her knees giving out. She felt the hard, coarse ground beneath her as the darkness began to swallow up her line of vision. The last thing she saw was a scuffed up Bakugou laying face flat on the drenched grass.

- Y/N stirred awake, lifting one of her half lidded eyes expecting to see the villain looming over her tired body. But all she saw was the popcorn ceiling sheltering her, an overhead fan turned on and the curtains tightly shut. She slowly inclined her body upright and peeled the covers from her clammy figure. Still in the process of waking up, she made her way to the attached bathroom by the bed and located the sink. She splashed the cold water on her face, letting the droplets drench the clothes she was currently wearing. Turning off the facet, she craned her head to view the damage on her shoulder in the mirror. But how come she couldn't recognize herself?

Tuffs of blonde spiked out from her head. Her eyes weren't the same color either. Red crimson irises replaced the ones she had before. The injury from last night on her shoulder wasn't there no more, but she took sight at how broad they became. And she wasn't wearing her typical pajama top and bottoms. This morning she was clad in a black tank top and a pair of soft sweat pants.

No, this can't be true. This has to be some sick nightmare. Jolting backwards on her heel, she let out a terrible shriek. After screaming for a good minute, she calmed down and rested her hands on the bathroom counter, transfixed on the reflection in front of her.

"I-I somehow transformed into Bakugou!" The deep timbre voice of bakugou replaced her own. She tugged on the unkept hair and knitted her eyes shut. "This is only a dream. I'm dreaming right? I can't possibly be in Bakugou's body."

A loud ringing noise alerted y/n to open her eyes again. It was coming from her bedroom. Correction, his bedroom. She glanced at herself in the mirror one more time before retrieving the phone that was stuffed in a green duffel bag. Her eyes widened. She recognized her phone number on the screen. Knowing the circumstances, she pressed answered and awaited for the receiver on the other end to speak.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!"

-

"So, we somehow switched bodies because of being struck by that villains quirk the other night. How long did they say this will last then?" Y/N questioned Bakugou the following morning once they agreed to meet up somewhere in private. Right now they were sitting across from each other on a stone bench by the lake, the morning sun peaking through the tall skyscrapers behind them.

Bakugou shrugged his shoulders, technically hers, and said, "Endeavor informed me it'll probably linger for a good week. He also wanted us to not be on duty till we recuperate from this, saying that the side effects will drain our bodies." He couldn't muster up the courage to stare at her, because all he would see is the reflection of himself. "Unfortunately the villain fled the scene before the others arrived to retrieve us. They're still out there causing havoc."

"This is freaking weird."

"Fucking."

Y/N tilted her head in confusion. Across from her, Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in frustration.

"If you're gonna be me for a whole week then you might as well not sugar coat my vocabulary-dumbass."

Right, she now has to devote her time and effort into mirroring Bakugou's explosive personality. But that also means he too has to put on a show in order to persuade everyone he was her.

"Oh, okay..." she started but tensed up when realizing Bakugou was gazing expectantly at her. "D-Dumbass?"

Katsuki groaned as he rolled his eyes at her failed attempt of portraying him.

"This is going to be a long ass week."

- Bakugou grunted in disgust as he scavenged through y/n's closet for something to wear. Every piece of clothing so far hasn't met his criteria of approval to put on his body. There was an unnecessary amount of yoga pants and the most ugliest oversized graphic tees he's ever laid his eyes upon stored in her drawer. Growing up in a household of highly praised designers, the influence shifted his taste in fashion over the years. So, he made the rational decision to make a quick trip to the mall and purchase a few outfits for himself. Considering he's going to be in this body for a whole week, maybe even more, he might as well present himself looking ten times better than she ever has.

He tittered around the mall window shopping, entering store after store leaving with a handful of clothes in plastic and paper bags. So far he bought some outfits that edged a little on the fancy side, but paid no mind to his bank account. Bakugou guesstimated y/n's size during the venture, not wanting to pry or see what's underneath these restricting fabrics. He was about to leave when a frilly-pink themed store caught his attention.

It's a lingerie store, Bakugou thought as he neared closer to the entrance.

Posters inside the displays showcased attractive half naked women clad in nothing but the delicate material. Not to mention they were all posing seductively. An involuntary image of y/n flashed across his eyes, her imitating the same lustrous pose as well as wearing the sheer lingerie like the women behind the glass. Steams of heat practically blowed out from his ears, along with the embarrassing shade of pink panting his cheeks. He clamped a hand on his mouth, eyes widen in disbelief.

The fuck did I just imagine? There's no way in hell that just happened!

He must've been loitering there for awhile because a young girl, possibly his age, was standing in the threshold of the store wearing a pastel pink apron, giving him a welcoming smile.

She spoke, "Looking to shop for something, ma'am?"

Remembering back to y/n's distasteful clothing, he noted that she also lacked having any 'pretty' undergarments. It wasn't that he intentionally raided through her underwear, he just so happen to have stumbled upon the almost empty drawer by accident. In retrospect, he's doing her a favor. He cleared his throat before speaking.

"Yes actually. Can you show me your most expensive set?" - "To your left! That dudes been camping by that spot since the match. He'll snipe you in the open!" Kirishima informed y/n as they both sat criss cross on the cushioned couch.

They've been playing the same game for hours. Y/N prayed for at least one water break or grab something quick to eat since they haven't moved an inch from their spots. Kirishima promised after this match he'll order some takeout for the both of them, but he said the same thing 8 matches ago. All she could do for now was pretend to be immersed in the game, getting a couple of impressive kills here and there, subsequently ranking her to a bronze level. Her digits were beginning to cramp up due to the repetitive moments of smashing down on the labeled buttons on the wireless controller. The screen across from them suddenly went dark and flashed the scoreboard from the recent match. Another successful victory.

"BOOYAAA!!!!" Kirishima clapped his hands and did a celebratory dance. "Ah, good game Bakugou."

Y/N flinched from hearing the blondes name.

"Kirishima, it's Y/N," she reluctantly reminded him.

Kirishima's whole demeanor went south. He chucked out a dry laugh and nervously started rubbing the back of his neck.

"R-Right sorry. Couldn't help myself. I mean, I am looking at Bakugou. Same face, voice, hair, and scary eyes."

After being battered by the villains quirk, Kirishima and Sun Eater were the ones to retrieve them before law enforcement shortly arrived once the perpetrator fled the scene. They were all under one strict oath to not mention this to the public, or else everyone’s image will tarnished and skew the potential of our future rankings.

"I know. I'm still trying to process this whole thing. I've been avoiding all the mirrors in the apartment since I came back." Y/N stood up from the couch and sauntered over to her designated bedroom for the week. She reached for the door handle but stiffened when a pair of hardened hands rested on her broad shoulders.

"Aye, don't worry so much. I bet you Bakugou is thinking the same thing. This week will be over before you know it," he absentmindedly began massaging the area between your shoulder blades and neck.

Does he always treat Bakugou like this despite that nasty little Pomeranian being a complete asshole to everyone?

"Kirishima?"

"Yeah?"

"What is Bakugou like around you?"

The red head hummed to himself at the random question, thinking of a perfect answer to her curiosity.

"The same how he was in high school except more tamer I guess. But I enjoy his presence none the less."

Then why does he seem to unleash his untamed feelings towards me specifically?

Y/N sighed, obviously not satisfied with that answer.

"Out of everybody, he seems to despise me more and more like it's a game," she said without realizing.

"You know how he is Y/N. He's very abrasive and blunt when it comes to other people's emotions, but deep down I know he only acts like that because he wants to present a strong image in front of everyone," he started. "He's scared of others looking down on him, I know that for sure. But I always looked up to Bakugou from the day I personally got to know him. So, I guess he just stayed by my side because of my admiration for him."

Bakugou is always putting up a front then.

"Interesting...well I'm gonna go to bed now. Thanks for keeping me company," y/n said once again reaching for the knob and opening the door, ignoring the red heads pleas for her not go to sleep on an empty stomach. -

The next day Bakugou found himself inside y/n's bathroom, feet firmly planted on the tiled floor not daring to move an inch. Even though he wasn't in his own body that didn't stop him from paying a visit to the gym this morning. He went extra hard on every machine, not caring about the wandering eyes men gave him while he dead lifted weights. Drenched in nothing but his own glistening sweat, Bakugou entered y/n's small apartment as he dragged his tired feet to the bedroom he was now familiarized with.

Something foul wafted into his nostrils, almost making him teary eyed to the stench. He tried to recall the last time he took a shower. Vaguely he remembers washing his body the morning before he got attack by the powerful quirk. It's been several days since then. This was one thing he didn't want to endure during his experience of switching bodies. He's been neglecting his own hygiene to avoid seeing y/n's exposed body parts. Changing out from her clothes with closed eyes was difficult enough, but taking a fucking shower?! Such a shitty predicament. But he can't smell like this for the remainder of being stuck in this body. He'll die of suffocation.

Ah fuck, that must mean she has to take a shower as well. Or worse, she already has and saw everything.

His eye twitched, lips trembling in fear at what he's about to witness.

Fuck it, I can't go out smelling like shit!

With shaky fingers he began stripping, eyes trained on anything but y/n's figure, the faint sound of the water streaming white noise to him. Her gym clothes piled on the floor, Katsuki slipped into the shower, head titled slightly to view only the shower head. He messed around with the chrome handle, indecisive on what temperature he wanted. Settled onto cold to awaken his sluggish state, he positioned himself under the shower head, goosebumps prickling his skin due to the sudden drop of temperature. Water droplets streamed down and canaled to his lower regions, the sensation relaxing his anxiousness just a smidge. He surveyed the options y/n had laid out for hair care products and grabbed the nearest one. Rubbing the body wash into the palms of his hands, he caught himself, arm mid raised getting ready to wash each crevice of his body.

Shit shit shit shit

The hand in front of him began shaking.

She won't know. It's not like I'm touching her sexually, I'm just keeping her clean for fucks sake!

As gentle as he could, Bakugou washed away the soapy residue, fingers cautiously ghosting over anything perking out. A moment too soon, he accidentally skimmed over her chest a little too fast, the tips of his fingers touching something that was hard and protruding. His breathing hitched.

I just felt her fucking nipple!

But fuck, it strangely felt quite pleasant. Pleasurable even if he had to admit.

He continued on with his previous ministrations, cupping her boobs like a madman and swiping one thumb over the taunt surface to test the waters. A fierce, tingling sensation surged shivers down his spine. An unsolicited low moan spurred out from the blonde.

"Hah!"

What the hell?! Why am I still touching her tits? And why am I enjoying it?

Finishing up his routine quickly, Bakugou snatched a towel from the cabinet and rubbed away all the sinful thoughts desperately from his head, a constant fight between his morals and neediness. Nobody will never know what he committed in the confines of her own apartment. And it'll fucking stay like that till on his death bed.

I practically assaulted her. I'm so fucking disgusting

For the rest of the remaining day, Bakugou planned on meeting up with Kirishima to hangout. He wanted to coerce the red head into talking about anything other than y/n. His mind needs the relief. He needs this spell to be over with.

He can't stand trying to fit into women's jeans any longer - Kirishima woke up that morning to a chorus of shrieks. Girlish shrieks, might he add. He thought maybe the neighbors were selfishly doing not-so-holy-things at the peak of dawn. But him and Katsuki were resided on the highest level of the penthouse, them being the only residents on the empty floor. It clicked once he heard his name through the thin walls.

"Ah! Y/N I'm coming!" He leaped from his bed and reached y/n's, technically Bakugou's, room in a matter of seconds.

Y/N's body twitched to the sound of the door being slammed open, the impact rattling the very few wall decorations in the blondes space. Standing in the threshold was the friendly red head, huffing and puffing air out of his chest like he just got done running a marathon.

"K-Kiri! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to wake you up!" Her words afterwards became a jumbled mess, realizing the predicament she pushed herself into.

"Hey, hey, calm down! Tell me what's wrong. It sounded like you were in pain. Did you hurt yourself anywhere?" The red had to remind himself this was indeed another person inside Bakugou's body, because Bakugou would never apologize repeatedly for the sake of apologizing in his entire life.

Y/N was looking quite pallid now, sheepishly tugging on the black covers of the bed, trying to find the easiest way on how to lay this out to her new roommate.

"Well...I just...I woke up to - ah crap."

Instead of explaining her situation, she pulled back the blanket to show kiri the thing protruding between her uncommonly, muscular legs. Kirishima's eyes widen instantaneously, eating up the pitched tent inside her basketball shorts. Oddly enough, this wasn't his first rodeo upon seeing the blonde with a boner. They were dudes. And dudes living together were bound to witness each other's 'flesh swords', he'd like to put it.

"Oh, morning wood? That's pretty normal. Nothing to fret y/n!" He dismissed her with the wave of his hand. "Bakugou gets them all the time! In fact, I remember he'd get them after sparring sessions back in our U.A days-."

"Okayyyyy, Never mind that! I know I have a boner. Just exactly how do I get rid of it?!"

"You mean, you don't know? Haven't you been taught this in Sex Ed class?" Kiri was actually curious as to why she doesn't know nor remember. He surly does. Learning about the human body by the infamous sultry teacher, Midnight, engraved so much information into his tiny-teenage brain.

"That was considered an extra curricular class. I took a CPR class instead."

"Right well, from what she taught us and from my own personal experience, you gotta rub one out."

Y/N's whole face contorted into a confused mess of disgust.

"Rub a what now?" She asked, although she had a feeling what the euphemism meant.

Kiri's face blotched red, the tint flushing to his chest as well. The man was evidently embarrassed about having this conversation with someone who wasn't Bakugou.

"I essentially mean you gotta masturbate. Ya know, in order to calm down your boner," he paused seeing how distraught y/n became. "It won't hurt I promise you! Don't worry, it feels really good! Like, eating ice cream good! Ah no that's not a good analogy!"

"This is so fucking horrifying..." Y/N poked at the thing, rightfully known as his dick, and kept starring as if it might miraculously subside to its original size.

Kiri coughed, grabbing her attention away from Bakugou's dick.

"He has lotion stashed in his drawer," he started, but malfunctioned seconds later. He revealed something private to someone that bakugou condemned as a 'weakling'. "That is if you need it for lubricant. It's kind of tough to jerk off dry..." his sentence fell off midway.

Y/N mumbled out an "Ok", and retrieved said lotion from the lower bunk of his drawers. She felt a pair of eyes on her. Kiri was still standing awkwardly by the doorway, unsure wether or not if that's his cue to leave.

"Um, thanks Kiri. You can leave now," she plopped back onto Bakugou's king sized bed.

This man sleeps alone. He doesn't need a ginormous bed all to himself.

"R-Right! Well, enjoy jerking off- ah no I meant - I didn't word that correctly! Ah geez, see ya later!" He sprinted out the door like his life depended on it.

Locking the door behind her, y/n forced herself into the attached bathroom, the lotion burning the palms of her hand each second. Once she settled down on the lid of the toilet, she shimmied out from his loose basketball shorts, letting them pool at her ankles.

If there's one thing she learned that morning, it was that being a man had its weird benefits. - "Slow down Bakugou! Let me at least catch up before you black out!" Kirishima was on his third shot while Bakugou just downed his sixth one for the night.

The blonde growled under his breath and tugged the red head by his collar to his mouth.

"Fucking idiot, don't call me that. It's y/n when we're out in public," he loosens his grip and snatches kiri's shot and tips his head back to drain it all down his throat, the burning sensation long gone.

"Ugh, my brain can't keep up with this whole switching body shit. It's been so hard back at the apartment." He internally cringes from the recollection of y/n popping her first boner this morning.

"What do you mean? Has that dumbass been giving you a hard time? If she has, I'll give her a piece of my mind."

"Not at all! She's been a saint while living with me. Which by the way, how come you can't just live at the penthouse while y/n stays at her place?

While Kirishima was talking, Bakugou ordered another round of shots. The bartender shoved a whole bottle of Fireball towards the man, saving him in the future to not ask anymore. The young server gave Bakugou a sly wink and returned back to serving other customers down the line. Cheeks flushed red, Bakugou thinks the man behind the bar was being too nice for his liking. He poured two more shots while keeping an eye on the average looking employee. If kirishima kept babbling, he might as well funnel the entire bottle in one sitting.

"I'm just following endeavors orders. We're not supposed to gain attention from those stupid reporters that camp outside our penthouse," he takes another swing of the warm liquid. "I'd rather fucking be quirkless than mistaken for having any rumored relations with her."

"Can I ask a genuine question? How come you hate y/n so much?"

"I don't hate her, I dislike her. There's a difference."

"I don't know man. Sometimes I mistaken your dislike with love."

"EXCUSE ME? IM NOT IN LOVE OF THAT BITCH?!"

"C'mon dude, I'm sensing a lot of denial from you. Also, shouldn't you be acting like her right now? She's very soft spoken if I'm not mistaken,"

"I'm not in denial idiot. I hate how soft she speaks. I hate how sickeningly kind she is even though nobody deserves it. I hate how she wastes her talented quirk and doesn't see the potential. She's a lost cause Kiri. She won't last for much longer in this field if she keeps this up."

"Wow, for someone who dislikes her as such, you surly sound like you care about heeeerrrrrr," kirshima drawled out in a sing-song voice.

"Shut up and finish your shot, shitty hair."

When the blonde was driving back to her apartment later that night, he slammed his fists against the steering wheel when an afterthought came to him.

His whole reasoning as to why he went out in the first place, and he can't seem to restrict himself from talking about the girl he's trapped in.

Even in this goddamn body I can't seem to steer clear from y/n talk! - Izuku had to do a double take when he entered the small coffee shop. Something about seeing the pensive blonde sitting patiently in a booth by the corner really made him feel like he was sucked into another dimension. Today y/n was wearing a white v-neck with a wool green cardigan and tight black jeans.

Kacchan owns cardigans? He thought, clearly amused.

Upon hearing the ding coming from the door, Y/N raised her head from her phone and waved Izuku over to her table. The poor man seemed like he was going combust right there. It's been awhile since he's spoken to his old classmate.

The green haired hero slid into the booth across from her and immediately started speaking Deku language.

"H-Hey Kacchan! Boy it's been awhile hasn't it? I was a little stunned seeing your message this morning asking to hangout. I'm sorry that I couldn't meet up sooner. I had an early patrol shift from 9 to 5. You might know how that feels, right?! Oh gosh I'm sounding like an adult. Can you believe we're adults-."

"Midor- I mean Deku, I called you up to ask about if you have any leads on the villain with the body switching quirk?" She cut him off.

"Oh yeah, that villain has been spotted a few times since the last attack. Of course most of my team hasn't been able to reprimand them. A few close calls though. But I heard two people from your sector got hit by the quirk! Are they doing okay?"

I hate lying to those big freaking green eyes.

"That's not true. They got hurt, but no one was attacked by their quirk. I just need to know if you have any information on the quirk in particular and what to do in order to reverse it."

Underneath the table, Izuku fumbled inside his pockets in search for his mini notebook. He still obtained the habit of jotting down everything, literally everything, in hopes the information will provide any source of aide. Izuku became all jittery and excited at the thought of sharing anything with Kacchan!

The small, crinkled notebook was slid across the table, hitting the tips of y/n's knuckles.

"Page 124, the first indent I wrote. It's mainly about my own conspiracy on what the villains quirk is. That was before their first debut of course. But now since we know it's a type of body switching quirk, I tried to pin point on what exactly lifts the quirks effect on the victim," Izuku explained casually while y/n skimmed through the notes and passages. "I did a little detective work on my own and contacted the people who were attacked by the villain. From what I gathered, let's just say- it's a bit taboo ."

This piqued her interest.

"What do you mean by, taboo?"

The man began to wave his hands around fervently in attempt to steer the blonde away from prying more. But y/n swatted Izuku's hand and continued reading the sloppy inscriptions.

Her eyes popped out from her sockets.

"I have to what?!" A few civilians stared in their direction, obviously gravitated to the familiar gruff voice.

"Calm down Kacchan! Why are you so angry for?"

Y/N rubbed her temple all the while wanting to slowly die than endure anymore of this.

"Nothing. Just- Ugh...Is it alright if I borrow this?"

"Y-Yeah! Kacchan can borrow anything from me as long as he returns it!" There was that gleam again in his eyes.

"Thanks Izuku, I owe you one!" She squeezed the greenettes freckled hand before leaving the booth and the shop all together.

Still in the cafe, Izuku sat frozen as if someone walked in with gun. Internally though, he was screaming. -

Y/N: Please call me. It's urgent

It was a Friday night when Bakugou received the cryptic message from her. He was in the middle of  watching his true crime show when the annoying ding from his phone went off. For once, he just wanted to relax his mind and go on auto pilot without stressing his already strained body. It's the whole principle of Friday's. To fuck off and ignore everyone. What's so fucking important for her to text him out of the blue then?

Another acute ding.

Bakugou peeked over his shoulder to see who disrupted him this time.

Y/N: Bakugou, we need to talk. This isn't something to ignore.

He rolled his eyes and retrained his focus on the tv screen.

Ding Ding Ding

"FOR FUCK SAKE!" He released an animalistic growl from the depths of his throat, scratching his voice box even more. His fingers typed away aggressively, not bothering to read her previous messages.

BK: Leave me the fuck alone. You're to only text me if it involves with the reverse of this stupid quirk 🖕🏼

Three dots appeared immediately after he sent that. Bakugou started losing his patience while waiting for her response. He hated wasting precious time, especially if there was a second party involved. Her message finally delivered. Bakugou's eyes grew larger in size as he read the text.

Y/N: that's why I'm texting you idiot 🙄 I met up with Midoriya today and he may have given me the solution to our problem.

He bit down hard on his bottom lip as he typed out his last text message to her.

BK: fine. come over then. we can talk about it when you get here.

This time he didn't wait for her to respond back and began cleaning her apartment. - Feeling nervous was an understatement. Y/N felt like she was driving herself to her own execution. Bakugou being the one to carry out the death sentence. She didn't doubt the blonde would be elated at the idea of her being put under a torture device.

Okay, maybe he wasn't too malice to actually do it, but he probably entertained the thought.

Thankfully Bakugou's penthouse wasn't far from her own apartment, saving her much needed gas in case he goes ballistic on her.

The door flew open when she arrived shortly after one knock, revealing a very sluggish looking Y/N shooting daggers at her. Well, at least her body wasn't dressed in bruises or burn marks. That's a win. Bakugou paired herself with a cute crop top and silky pajama shorts. He's got taste she'll give him that.

Her apartment remained exactly the same as she left it when they both were ordered to switch residency's.  Only a few traces of Bakugou were found. Mainly in the kitchen, where all his fancy cooking equipment and utensils were laid out. Unlike him, she ate out almost every night due to the red head being incompetent in the kitchen. He almost burnt down the complex last night. He relied upon his friend to do most of the cooking in their household.

The blonde briskly brushed passed her to sit on the couch, slinging his feet on the coffee table to make himself comfortable. Too comfortable, she noted.

"Well, spill it. What did the damn nerd tell you that could help us with this shit?" He inquired without preamble.

Like a hero, she was here on a mission. A mission that needs to be completed as soon as possible, even if the mission itself was ludicrous. She reached into her jacket pocket to retrieve the mini book, and flipped soundlessly to the page Izuku marked for her.

"On here it says that the quirk can last up to a week, maybe even more, depending on the victim(s). The effected will experience dry eyes, nausea, insomnia, painful migraines, and uncontrollable shaking due to being inside another persons body. They must let the quirk take its course then," she read out loud, ignoring Bakugou's groans of annoyance. "But, for rare cases, there have been reports of one's libido being greatly impacted. The victim will be in constant, insurmountable pain unless they relief themselves, then the two bodies will return back to normal."

To her surprise, Bakugou didn't show an ounce of indignation after hearing this piece of information. He seemed almost indifferent.

And there's no denying the truth. Both of their hormones have been off the rails. Ever since the incident in the shower, Bakugou has caught himself numerous times touching Y/N's boobs. Coping a sly feel as he cooked, cleaned, and even while he scrolled through his social media.  Sometimes her ass as well to see if it felt good in his hands. Y/N was no saint either. Sporting boners every hour for no particular reason. All the blood rushing to her lower region became unbearable when she didn't take care of it. Kirishima kept reassuring her that it's natural for a man to get them a lot. But how much was too much?

He threw his hands up in the air and scoffs. "That's it? I just gotta jack off and then we're free from this curse?"

This is the part she dreaded the most. An uncomfortable heat flash roused up her face, a deep shade of red inching across her cheeks and nose.

"No. That's not what it means. We basically have to...ya know...," she paused mid sentence, too bashful to finish, desperately wanting Bakugou to put two and two together.

She shrunk in her position as the blonde narrowed his eyes at her.

"We have to fuck each other?" He profoundly acclaimed.

"Don't put it like that! But yeah, technically, we have to...help relief each other in order to switch back."

"If you wanted to jump my bones so bad you could've just asked." He leans back against the couch, arm draped lazily over the shoulder of the furniture, along with a playful smirk tugging up on the corners of his mouth. Y/N's blood ran cold when she felt the tiniest twitch down below. Her borrowed reproductive organ is betraying her!

"Do you want to be in constant pain till this all wears off? Or do you want to get this over with and never talk to each other again?" Y/N shuffled more towards the abrasive man, a strong tidal wave of anger rising within her.

"It won't matter because you always wound up in my presence anyway. Like a fucking pest that won't leave me alone." Without realizing it, Bakugou got up from his spot on the couch and marched over to Y/N, who at the moment looked like she was about to pop a blood vessel.

Another thing he hated about switching bodies was the fact that everyone towered over him, despite him being on his tippy toes. The woman in front of him acclimated his height, giving her the upperhand if they were to battle it out right now. If anything he could kick her shins at best.

"Whatever...I'm leaving," was all she said before storming off to the front door, grabbing her things along with her as she grew farther from him.

Katsuki's legs were moving on their own. His hand reached out and grabbed Y/N's forearm, halting her movements altogether. She's clearly enraged, thrashing her body back and forth to loosen his grip on her. He eventually grew tired of her stubborness and secured his grip on both of her arms, trapping her between the door and his body, producing a loud 'thump!'. Although he was in her body, he still carried his strength. In a matter of seconds, both Y/N and Bakugou were chest to chest now, their centers tapping aganist each other.  She averted her gaze to the floor, as if their shoes were more interesting than this whole shitshow of a dilema. Bakugou squeezed her shoudlers, a little too much for her liking, to gain her attention again.

"I didn't say no, did I?" he asked hotly, his warm breath hitting her collarbones. An ice cold shiver ran down her spine, causing her breathing to hitch. Bakugou noticed her sudden stiffness and began rubbing gentle circles into the tender flesh of her skin. "Hoho, someone's excited aren't they?"

Confused, Y/N furrowed her brows and backed up further into the wooden door. But her question was soon to be answered as she followed Bakugou's hungry gaze to the prominent bludge taunting from her pants. Betrayed once again by her unstable horniness!

"Guess I'm not the only one," she accuses once spotting the definite wet stain around Bakugou's crotch. He smirked at that.

"Take care of it then," his voice oozed of seduction and want, rewarding him another twitch in your tight pants. The libido was taking full effect now, any animosity they had before was thrown out the window. Past arguments also long forgotten. Their main priority at the moment was to experience the sweet relief of coming undone.

Y/N darted her hand down to the spot Bakugou needed attention from, and cupped his crotch with her abnormally large hand. Bakugou lets out a shaky exhale as her fingers danced around the sensitive area. One of her fingers moved instinctively, feeling how drenched he was in his panties, and rubbed the underside to get a better feel of the sex.

"You're so wet Bakugou," Y/N mused softly. She leaned forward, searching into Bakugou's eyes for any signs of him wanting this to end. But the pool of his irises were blown out, no tint of your original color in them anymore. "Do you want more?"

He nodded quickly, his hair bobbing up and down. Y/N chuckled and removed her hand from its previous position to the hem of Bakugou's shorts, teasingly toying the waistband. She slipped smoothly into his shorts, tickling him in the process, and toyed with the corners of his panties before moving them aside so she could have access to the thing she's been craving to touch. Wetness lathered up her fingers with just one swipe, causing Bakugou to purse his lips and shut his eyes tightly.

"Is Bakugou embarrassed? Are you mad that I have the upper hand now? After all those years of verbally tormenting me, you can't handle my simple touch?" She whispered dangerously close into his ear. During this, she couldn't tell if he was pissed or turned on. Maybe a mixture of both, but she took pride in his strained expression.

"W-Watch your goddamn mouth. Or do I need to shut you up myself, eh?" By shutting her up, he meant mirroring her exact ministrations. The petite hand of Bakugou's latched onto the zipper of her jeans, and impressively dragged it down in one swipe without getting anything caught. He reached into the tight restraints of her boxer briefs and pulled out the hardened dick. He clicked his tongue. "Not to sound like a narcissist, but you gotta admit, my dick looks pretty."

"Just shut up and jerk me off you asshole. I'm starting to see stars," She wasn't lying to speed up the process. Her body felt like it was on fire, including her dick. If Bakugou keeps stalling for the sake of punishing her, then he's going to be seeing white for days on end.

Bakugou tentatively began pumping her, his grip not too tight nor loose on the flesh. Y/N sighed in relief as he swiped his thumb over the slit, covering his fingers in her precum. Seeing that he's giving into her needs, she returned the favor by inserting her index finger inside, not allowing him to adjust once she massaged the velvety walls.

Bakugou arched into Y/N's body, panting harshly against her chest. "H-Hah fuck, slow down. Shit!"

"Take it like a champ, Mr.Dynamight."

"F-Fuck you."

Oh no. Probably shouldn't have patronized him, because Bakugou sped up his languid motions to pure vigorous jerking of the hand. A wave of pleasure shot up through her body, jolting backwards due to the intense sensation. Of course he's a pro at this. What isn't he good at?

Bakugou rested his head onto the crevice of your shoulder since he could only reach so far, and ghosted his lips on the skin, carefully restricting himself to not engage in kissing the area. While doing so, he cupped the underside of your balls, rolling them around in his small hands. They looked so big when being manhandled in her grasp. Y/N stifled her moans as he kept messing with them, all the while stroking her simultaneously. She felt him smile. The cheeky fucker! Two could play it at this game.

Y/N used one of her thumbs that weren't preoccupied inside Bakugou to massage the only place she knew that could make him cum in seconds.  Two fingers inside, one thumb attentively on the clitorous. It was enough to make Bakugou bite down on her shoulder, trying to prevent any moans from escaping his mouth.

"Moan for me Bakugou. I know you want to," she tried to persuade him with more strokes to the clit, occasionally pinching it with her unoccupied fingers. She can feel he was close. So was she. But she needed to coerce him into helping her to finish too. They need to be a team. "Say something Bakugou. Don't you want to cum? If you don't speak your mind I'm going to stop." She couldn't believe the words that were spewing from her mouth. Y/N has never dirty talked before. Nor has she gotten this far with anyone without freezing up. Definitely the libido effect.

Bakugou detached his teeth from her shoulder and stared deeply into her eyes. Pleading.

"Go faster. Please." The want and neediness in his voice said it all.

He indeed felt vulnerable and exposed right then and there when confessing his desire, but he couldn't care less. Her fingers inside him were heavenly. A mantra of ,"yesyesyesyesyesyes", left his throat as her ministrations didn't falter.

"Fuck! Keep going. Just like that- shit - just like that... yesssss." His moans were beautiful. Not because they sounded like hers, but the way how he vocalizes his pleasure made sense in the world. Every whimper or moan puts her closer to the edge.

"Are you- are you about to?" He asked quietly, as though he was afraid you might stop at any rate.

"Yes! So close, just keep stroking," it was difficult to form sentences after that, the build up tension in your stomach tightening like a ticking time bomb, making your pleads indecipherable.

But Bakugou didn't want to hear that. He wanted to her to say those three words of encouragement.

Make. Me. Cum

And then, as if his thoughts were broadcasted live, she snaked her hands into the locks of his hair and pulled him close to where the tips of their noses touched briskly.

In a small voice she whimpers out, "Make me cum, Katsuki."

Listening to her instructions, his grip tightened around the base of her shaft and began teasing the slit, never once averting his glare from her own. Y/N's legs turned into jello. It became harder and harder to stand any longer. She needed to release. She quickened her pace and brutally scissored his pussy, the erotic sounds of their wetness reverberating in the tiny apartment.

"Cum then baby. Cum for me only."

Baby

Next thing she knew a strip of white shot out from below, dirtying the hands of Bakugou's. Her body began to spasm. Katsuki didn't loosen his grip, the stimulation becoming unbearable at this point.

The coil within him loosened, the evidence of his climax coating her fingers, allowing his orgasum to reach its full potential.

The pair blacked out for a split second, but recuperated once the light hit their corneas again.

"Shit." "Fuck." "..." "..."

Silence. Then the realization hit.

"I'm staring at you and not me! It worked! Hallelujah!" Y/N exclaimed, feeling herself to make sure it wasn't a hallucination.

"Gross. You got cum all over my expensive shirt," he said, wiping away the white substance with his sleeve.

Both of them went into the kitchen to clean the after math. Bakugou would grunt occasionally in disgust, sponging away the grime. Y/N throughly washed her hands and towel dried them, thoughts stiffly empty and vexed. She broke the awkward tension.

"Well, I guess we should call Endeavor and inform him that we switched back."

He hummed in agreement.

"And we should probably exchange our things tomorrow or tonight, but preferably soon since we're going to be on duty again."

Another grunt.

"Don't worry about me mentioning this to anyone. We can just keep whatever happened minutes ago between us-

Bakugou cut her off entirely by smashing his lips against hers. Shell shocked by his action, Y/N kept her eyes wide open whilst Bakugou's were knitted shut. She laid her hands on his chest and shoved him away harshly, putting their distance at arms reach.

"Bakugou, what the hell? All of sudden you want to kiss me?" Y/N's face fell, contorting into a mixture of sadness and confusion. "You only kiss people you like. Not hate."

Bakugou moved towards Y/N slowly, a hint of a smile forming as he neared closer.

"And that's exactly why I did it, idiot," he proclaimed confidently, cupping the side of her face. The touch was so tender and gentle she forgot that it was Bakugou at first.

"You're toying with me, aren't you? The libido is probably still lingering. If you really liked me, then tell me the exact moment you did."

Without hesitation he said, "The first day of school. When you walked in."

Y/N slapped the hand from her face, her skin flushing red by his blunt confession.

"Stop lying. You were mean to me the first day of school. And every day after that. I don't think calling people a "weakling" or "stupid" constitutes as liking someone."

All he did was chuckle and continued scooting closer, eventually towering above her. She squirmed underneath him. She secretly missed having his height.

"You're absolutely stupid if you think I really meant any of that crap. I may have gone overboard on the whole berating thing, but that was just my way of pushing my feelings away, in hopes you'd improve better and not take shit from people like me."  

"Ya know, it's kind of hard to detect that when you were practically spitting on my face."

He leaned down and pecked a chaste kiss on the crown of her forehead.

"You can call me all the names you want later. Kick my ass if ya want, but for now let me make it up to you," he whispers before planting his mouth to hers again, only this time she didn't protest.

Heat swirled within her as she watched Katsuki's eyes flutter close, enriched in the moment to open them, and gripped the base of her neck to apply more pressure into the kiss. The man guided her as he moved his plushed lips ontop of hers, consuming the pretty noises she made. And my, were they absoultey rich coming from her.

I want to hear more, the selfish thought banged repeatedly inside his lust filled mind.

Y/N nervosuly closed her eyes shut when Katsuki's wet tongue prodded the entrance of her tight, lipped mouth. Letting him take full control, Katsuki managed to enter the strong muscle into her wet mouth and explored the canvernous place with such eagerness, such tenacity. Like he's been dying to do this for as long as his skillful mind can remember. Y/N found herself moaning as Katsuki grabbed her waist and forcefully collieded their bodies together, her soft breasts pressed up against his hard chest. Her perky tits put him in a trance, remincseing back to the day when first touched them, the guiltiness eating him up from the inside-out. Katsuki slithered one of his hands to the taunt boob and gave it a firm squeeze, causing Y/N to squeak out in embarrasement. They still feel fucking amazing in his hands.

"You're so fucking cute," he drew back from her, already out of breath. Everything was hitting him like a tsunami. He can finally admit to himself that he's been wanting this since they became co-workers. Hell, since the fucking beginning. Younger Katsuki would deem him as a horny loser who lost at his own game, but he wasn't a damn kid anymore.

"K-Katsuki...bedroom?" her hands found their way back into his crisp locks, futher egging him to comply. The small action made him moan.

"Fuck yes," Katsuki growled out and in a haste hooked his arms underneath the back of Y/N's thighs, hoisting her in the air to lead them into the bedroom they're both familair with.

Journeying to her bedroom became a difficult task. If only she'd stop giving his neck, the most sensitve spot out of his entire body, kitten kisses then he'd be plowing her back by now. He grew weaker by the second as the shy, acute kisses trandsitioned into full on sucking and biting. Not that he was complaining.

Katsuki threw her down onto the bed, unable to contain his smile when she hiccuped a chorus of giggles. God, even her giggles are fucking contagious. Strong arms scooped her up momentarily, bringing her to the center of the bed. Grazing her aching spot was Katsuki's growing buldge. Y/N circled her arms around his tiny waist squeezing him closely as Katsuki rolled his hips downwards to meet hers. She seized Katsuki's bicep, whimpering, and rythmically pushed her groin towards his, the tin material of her shorts scraping the surface of his jeans deliciously. His head dragged down to her collarbones, panting softly, wetting the skin from the condesation of his breath.

"I want you so fucking bad, please," he managed to choke out in between the continous grinding.

Gaining a newfound confidence, Y/N mimiced the way how Bakugou unzipped her when they were still in opposite bodies and peeled back his briefs till his inflamed member popped out, smacking his lower belly. He cursed under his breath noticing the immense amount of pre-cum leaking from the head. As much as she wanted to lick it all up, there were other things to tend to. She shimmied out from her skimpy shorts and crop top, not wasting any time for lingering touches. But Y/N caught a menacing glare in his eyes. His attention was focused on something else. Looking down, she saw that she was sporting a sheer laced bra with matching panties. She definitely doesn't remember having these in her personal closet.

"You bought me lingerie?" Y/N tried to sound unfazed at the thought of Katsuki willingly purchasing these pretty undergarments for her. That must mean he's seen her boobs!

"Yeah? So what if I did. Your sense of fashion is nonexistent. I pitied you that much to where I bought you shit with my own money."

His face was stern, scarily resembling the times he'd be bashing someone's head on the concrete during a bloody battle. But his eyes told a different story. She couldn't quite pin point the time or place when she witnessed the same gleaming spark in those vermilion orbs, but she felt safe and wanted all in one.

So she began teasing the straps of her bra, head still in disbelief that the blonde underneath her bought it, and let the material slip off her shoulder seductively. Bakugou's breathing quickened as he watched y/n toy with the next strap. He stopped her midway.

"No," his fingers were ironically cold.

"No?" She questioned him, awkwardly frozen still on his lap. His evident boner pushing up against her sex, making her wet even more.

Numbly, Bakugou pulled up both of the straps to her bra and chuckled lightly to himself.

"I wanna fuck you with this on. It's been on my mind since I bought it," he admitted out loud.

Y/N held back a moan, his words carrying so much weight to them all the while directing it straight to her drenched pussy.

Without saying a word, y/n left acute kisses on Bakugou's neck, trailing it down further and further till she reached the leaking head of his member. He became antsy as she wrapped her petite hand around the base, fingers tracing the topography of his veins. Y/N saw the desperate look on his face and took all of him in her mouth, holding in the breath of oxygen she took before doing so. Bakugou hissed, teeth clamping down on his bottom lip nearly ripping the skin apart. This feels way better and more appropriate. He prefers her wet mouth over her fingers any day of the week.

Y/N sucked in her cheeks, allowing herself to take more of his member. The tip of his head eventually hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag and choke due to the sudden pressure.

"F-Fuck. Holy shit, keep going," Katsuki begged, tears swelling in his ducts already.

The saliva from her open mouth created a natural lubricant, making it easy for her to bob her head up and down. Bakugou's ears picked up the erotic wet squelching sounds coming from her as she kept up the brutal pace, the noise alone making him want to come undone. The sight of y/n slobbering on his dick is now engraved in his head. He let out a wanton moan when she played with his balls, recalling the memory of him performing the same ministration on himself with her beautiful hands.

He can feel the familiar sensation spreading down below, his throat constricting as the stimulation of her sucking and licking becoming too much. Before she could continue, Bakugou reached over and lifted her head by her hair.

"I can't hold it in any longer. I need to be inside you now," his voice was strained to point where it came out as a whisper.

Pushing her back gently, Bakugou latched his mouth onto hers as he spread her legs wide apart. Revealing a canal of her wetness dripping from her panties to the inner thighs. Bakugou licked his lips hungrily. Mentally slapping himself for not tasting her before she gave him head. He'll make sure to explore that endeavor later.

Lips still locked, Bakugou tugged the bottom half of her laced panties aside, strings of her glistening wetness shimmering, and positioned himself at her aching entrance. The tip of his cock teased her folds, coating it even more. He agonizingly went in slow circles, occasionally slapping her clit with it. Y/N's arms were above her head, clutching the linen sheets in anticipation. Katsuki smirked against her lips at her wrecked expression.

"Bakugou please...," y/n pleaded with her full chest. She wants to know how it feels to be wrapped around him. To be one with him. "Don't hold back. Just fuck me."

Bakugou's eyes grew darker after the demand, pure lust taking control over his body now. He sheathed into her quickly without taking his eyes off of her face. A quiet whimper left her throat when he fully bottomed out. He checked for any signs of y/n looking displeased or uncomfortable, but he got his answer when he felt her legs wrap around his torso, pulling him in as close as possible. Bakugou basks in at the sight of y/n sucking him completely, her legs fully bent back in an awkward position. He decides to pull his cock halfway out. y/n whimpers due to loss of friction but gets rewarded seconds later when Katsuki rams his cock inside again, pushing all his weight onto her.

"Oh, fuck, Katsuki!," she whines, instinctively clutching her walls around him.

"You're so tight for me huh baby? Can't help but to clamp around this dick," Katsuki sneered while pumping tentative thrusts into her.

His hands clasped both of her thighs now, pulling her towards him, urging her to move in a harmonious dance with him. Finding somewhat of a rhythm, y/n fucked Katsuki back by rolling her hips, a synapse of heat exchanging between them. Sweat starts dripping down from the crown of his forehead onto the peaks of her breasts. Lost in thought, he tipped his head forward and lapped up the remains of his salty musk, tongue expertly twirling around the taunt nipple. Y/N mewled, hands searching - reaching - for anything to ground herself, settling on interlocking her fingers with Katsuki's nitroglycerin drenched hands. She titled her head and took a whiff.

Caramel and soap

A popping sound went off in her ears. Katsuki released her swollen tit only to look up with hooded eyes, his infamous smirk on full display.

"Open your mouth," was all he said before raising one of his fingers that she was so embarrassingly fixated on moments ago. When she didn't obey Katsuki grabbed her by the jaw and shoved not one, not two, but three fingers in her mouth. Like with his cock, she couldn't handle the intensified pressure in the back of her throat, gagging instantaneously.

"Atta girl. Just take my fingers like a good bitch. Oh? You like it when I degrade you huh? Don't lie, you tightened instantly when I said that." Katsukis pace sped up rapidly, pumping into her cunt like a madman, fingers still lodge down her throat. Each thrust left her shuddering for more, his hips meeting hers to create a loud song, the noise drowning out her muffled screams.

It became hard to see now, a tunnel vision of just a crimson glow. Soon she feels herself becoming light. Katsuki grew impatient and flipped y/n on her stomach, a tiny oof rocked out from her, and inserted his member back into her stretched out cunt.

Y/N yelps as Katsuki's cock hits the sweet spot - fresh tears flooding down her flushed face, babbling nonsense into her pillow.

She caves, sobbing, "yes, yes, ohgod. you feel so good. you're so fucking good -ah katsuki!"

Looming over her trembling body, the blonde slows his harsh thrusts to a savagely slow grind. He lowly chuckles watching her writhe and wiggle her body in desperation.

"You think you can just come that easy? Beg for me to let you come!"

Smack!

A harsh sting rattled her lower back, causing her to bite down harshly on her lip to avoid showing any pain.

"Such an asshole..." y/n huffed out, oblivious to the way how Katsuki was preparing for her next punishment.

Smack! Smack!

"Not good. Ask nicely for me to fuck this pretty pussy into the mattress."

More whimpers into the tear stained pillow.

"P-Please Katsuki..." she begins, frustration growing exponentially with every word. "Fuck me. I need your cock. I always needed your cock Katsuki. Make me scream out your name when I come!"

She didn't even have time to process what she said before Katsuki enclosed his hand around her throat, forcefully dragging her writhing body to his chest, cranking her head in a 90 degree angle. Cock still warming up her insides.

"That's my girl," he said before kissing her lips again, devouring the sweet noises she made.

Her neighbors were in for a long night. - Both of their bodies the next morning faced more damage than any crusade of a patrol. Bruises painted the outskirts of y/n's body, trailing from her thighs to the divots of her breasts. Katsuki paid no mind to it, seeing how he can make a bloody lip a trailblazer look.

Even though no one wanted speak much about the issue at hand - last night was a pivotal moment for their relationship.

Because y/n wouldn't be making a fresh batch of coffee for the Katsuki Bakugou in her kitchen right now.

Because Bakugou wouldn't be lounging by her washing machine, waiting for the timer to go off so he can put her bed sheets in the dryer.

They found themselves sitting comfortably in silence - the soft whipping of car horns outside her cracked window - Katsuki blowing on his coffee before taking a sip. It all seemed unreal to her. In any other circumstance they'd be at each other's necks by now, screaming nuisances in the air. She considers this whole ordeal a ruse. But it isn't. Thank god it isn't. Because Katsuki never looked calmer or relaxed in his entire life till now. And she wasn't going to bat an eye away from this ground breaking phenomenon.

Intently watching him drink from across the table, she ponders if Katsuki liked her from the get go, and maybe just disguised his feelings with disgust towards her later on. The question will go unanswered, possibly until he confides and tells the story himself, but for now she was content not knowing the what if.

"How did you know I like black coffee?" Katsuki asks, quirking up an eyebrow at her.

Y/N takes a long drag from her mug, indulging in the sweet taste of the caramel creamer.

She smiles and says, "I don't know. Just took a wild guess."

-

[agustdakasuga]

Reflection Of You | Chapter 3

Genre: Historical!AU, Timetraveller!AU/ Different Dimension, Romance

Pairing: SUGA x Reader, Yoongi x Reader

Characters: Normal!Reader, Idol!Suga, King!Yoongi, Guard!Seokjin, Guard!Jungkook, RoyalAdvisor!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Hoseok, Prince!Taehyung

Summary: Confirming you were dating the famous Min Suga of BTS, you knew you were bound to make some enemies. But what you didn’t expect was to be cursed, leading you to meet a cold-hearted, arrogant king that shares the same face as your rapper lover.  

Looks like you couldn’t deal with the negativity and the scary fans on your own. But you couldn’t bear to burden Yoongi further with it. 

Chapter warning(s): threatening words, death threats, name calling. Mentions of someone getting cursed through fantasy dark magic. Please do not take it seriously and only read at your own discretion.

Ever since the news, things have been... eventful. Most of the ARMY seemed accepting and supportive, most. Some ARMYs have found your social media accounts and were spreading it around. While some of the messages were nice, there were still some threatening ones. 

“Have you told hyung?” Taehyung asked. You jumped, the phone slipping out of your hands and onto the floor. Taehyung had come to go through some music with Yoongi and they were working in the room the whole day. 

“You scared me, Tae.” You bent down to pick up the device, tucking it into your pocket. 

“So are you?” Taehyung blinked. 

“Tell him what? Exactly.” You sighed, continuing with your cleaning chores of the kitchen. Taehyung stopped you, gripping your wrist, it was obvious that he wasn’t going to let this go. 

“You need to tell him. He can do something, or tell the company to do something.” Taehyung said. 

“Thanks for your concern, Tae. But I can handle a few young girls without having to involve Yoongi. I don’t want him blaming himself again. It’s just social media, I don’t need it. Besides, this has probably caused a lot of trouble for the company already, I’m not about to add on more.” You said softly, not wanting Yoongi to hear. 

“These aren’t a few young girls, noona. They’re crazy, violent. They aren’t ARMY, you know that.” Taehyung insisted. 

“Whatever it is. It’s nothing dangerous. If things get worse, then I’ll tell Yoongi.” 

“Tell me what?” Yoongi appeared. He blinked when he saw Taehyung gripping your wrist, you and him having such a hushed conversation, that apparently wasn’t hushed enough. 

“Nothing.” You muttered and pulled your wrist away. 

“What did you do?” Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed. Taehyung shook his head, going to the fridge to get a bottle of juice before leaving the kitchen. 

“I’m fine, Yoongi. Nothing’s wrong, don’t worry.” You smiled, knowing that Yoongi was still genuinely concerned for you. Drying your hands, you walked up to him and kissed the furrowed eyebrows with a smile. 

“Take a break. We can continue cleaning later.” Yoongi held your hand. 

“I’m almost done.” You shrugged. Yoongi sighed, giving in to you. His hands moved to hold your waist as he leaned down to give you a kiss on the cheek. Squeezing your waist once more, he poured himself a cold coffee from the fridge and left to continue working with Taehyung. 

“Where was I...?” You turned to finish your cleaning. When you were done with the kitchen, you busied yourself by vacuuming the floor and dusting the shelves until the house was spotless. 

“All done.” You smiled, happy with yourself. You sat down on the couch, looking back at your phone. 

‘Why would oppa go for someone ugly like you?’

‘We know you’re just using him, whore. ’

‘You think we won’t find you?’

‘If BTS loses popularity, it’s all your fault. If only you died.’

With that, you decided to deactivate all your social media. You deleted all the apps from your phone, willing yourself not to think about it. Even if you acted unaffected, a part of you was creeped out by just how much these people can find out about you. Luckily, you had no family that they could track down and hurt as revenge. 

RINGGGG

“Hello? Geumjae oppa?” It was rare but not odd for Yoongi’s older brother to be calling you. He owned a nice cafe in Daegu, being a chef. 

“Hey, (y/n). Is Yoongi busy?” 

“He’s in the home studio, working with Taehyung. He must have silenced his phone. What’s up? Can I take a message?” You went to retrieve a notepad and pen just in case. 

“Oh... Don’t worry. It isn’t important, I’ll just call him. My parents told me what happened, and I read about it in the news, how is everything on your end?” 

“Manageable.” You replied shortly. 

“I understand. Even as his brother, I get some threats sometimes. Don’t take them to heart, alright? If it gets too much, you have to tell Yoongi. So the company can take action. Still, you should be careful if you go out. Maybe have someone follow you for now.” 

“I will, thanks oppa. It’s a little shocking how they managed to find me so quickly. We’re just laying low now. I don’t want to unnecessarily stress Yoongi out even more.” You said. 

“You’re always putting others before yourself, (y/n) ah. Oh, looks like I have to go. I’ll see you two when you come to Daegu.” 

“You can count on it! I’ll see you, oppa.” You chuckled and hung up. Since you got a little sweaty and dirty from cleaning, you went to take a shower. 

When you came out, you saw Yoongi sitting on the couch, sipping whiskey. Taehyung didn’t seem to be around anymore, his shoes from the doorway were gone too. 

“Tae went back?” You asked. Yoongi just grunted in reply. 

“What’s wrong? Why are you mad?” You stood at the end of the couch, putting your hands on your hips. 

“How long were you going to keep me in the dark? About the fans finding your social media and harassing you, sending you death threats. Or how about that your boss had put you on indefinite period of leave.” Yoongi spoke. There was so many emotions in his voice, betrayal, sadness, anger, frustration. You sighed, looking away. 

“Who told you? Tae?” 

“Taehyung knows?!” Yoongi raised his voice. 

“That’s what we were discussing earlier... In the kitchen. He saw my phone. Unintentionally, of course. But if it wasn’t Tae who told you, then who?” You asked. 

“That’s all you care about? Well if you must know, Geumjae hyung just called me to tell me that some fans showed up at his cafe and he saw the comments on your social media before you deleted them. As for your job, your boss told me when I sent an official BigHit letter about the situation.” Yoongi explained. 

“Those comments are just nothing but words. And with the job, I can just find another one. I can handle it, Yoons. It’s no big deal.” You spoke calmly, quite the opposite of him. 

“Stop saying you can handle it, (y/n)! Stop saying it’s no big deal! I... Ugh...” He held onto his head in frustration. 

“Then what do you want me to say?” You closed your eyes to take a deep breath. 

“I know you’re doing this so I don’t feel guilty or whatever but you saying it’s no big deal makes me feel worse! It feels like I can’t even do a proper job of protecting my girlfriend, that she feels the need to hide from me just because she thinks that I can’t take it.” He hissed. Now you knew he was just saying things he didn’t mean.

“Yoongi, you know that’s not true.” You crossed your arms. 

“It sure feels that way.” He replied. You bit your lip. knowing that speaking to him when he was in this state wouldn’t help the both of you. You would just end up losing your cool and screaming at him too. 

“Goodnight, Yoongi.” You turned around and went to the room. Before you closed the door, you heard the door to Yoongi’s studio slam shut. 

“Just great.” You sighed. After drying your hair, you put your moisturiser on and got ready for bed. 

In time like these, you just needed to give him space. It was known that Yoongi didn’t express emotions well so he often said things in a fit of anger but he really doesn’t mean it. 

3 am...

You hadn’t been able to sleep so you settled for a book that both Namjoon and Yoongi had recommended. The bedroom door slowly crept open. Yoongi stood there, teary eyed and red nosed. He looked at you with a slightly blank stare. You closed your book, standing from the bed to hug him. 

“I... I...” His whole body shook. 

“I can’t just sit... and wait for that dreaded call... that something happened to you. I can’t, (y/n). I’ll go crazy. I’m so f*cking scared.” He shook his head. You knew Yoongi was paranoid, he was always worrying about something. 

“It’ll be okay, Yoongi. You’re scaring yourself.” You said softly. 

“I can’t let you go.” 

“No one says you have to. I’ll always be right here, Yoons. It’ll take a lot for anyone to drive a wedge between us, I promise you.” You kissed his temple. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I know I should trust you more and shouldn’t have made you feel weak or useless. It’s just, I’m scared too. This is all new to me.” You continued. 

“We’ll get through this together.” He cupped your cheeks in his hands. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against yours. You grabbed a tissue from your nightstand, gently wiping his eyes and nose. Yoongi stood still, sniffling ever so often. You threw the tissues away and laid with him. If possible, Yoongi held you closer to him than any other night. 

“Tell me about what you’re working on.” You changed the subject. Yoongi was always in the mood to talk about music. 

“Tae’s mixtape looks like it’s coming along well, he has come very far in terms of putting his own music together. I’m gonna start working on the songs I promised Jimin and Jin hyung. ” Yoongi said. 

“That sounds awesome.” You said encouragingly. 

“Really? It seems that all I talk about is music. I’m even using my break to work on it.” Yoongi scoffed at himself. 

“It’s your break, Yoons. You can do whatever you want with it. And I never get tired of listening to you talk about your work. You just sound so proud and confident when you do.” You confessed, blushing. 

“Are you blushing?!” Yoongi’s eyes widened. 

“Whaaaaaaat? I’m allowed to blush over my boyfriend. Geez. I didn’t think I would be confessing all my inner thoughts today.” You cleared your throat. Yoongi let out a soundless laugh, showing his genuine gummy smile, the one that you just love so much. 

“You’re too cute, aegi.” Yoongi stroked your hair. 

“Stop embarrassing me. I’m supposed to be the one to tease you, not the other way around.” You scrunched your nose, pulling away from his embrace to hide under the blanket.

“Okay okay, I’ll stop. Can you come out, please? I want to cuddle my girl as I sleep.” Yoongi persuaded. You slowly removed the blanket, letting Yoongi tuck you into the crook of his neck comfortably. 

-

As you and Yoongi were getting ready to head to Daegu, Yoongi was told to pick up his fan gifts from BigHit. All fan gifts are sent to BigHit for security checks before the boys can collect them and open them at home. Yoongi drove one of BigHit’s borrowed cars, which is a Hyundai SUV, considering they were the brand ambassadors. 

“Ready?” Yoongi asked, adjusting his bucket hat. 

“Yeah.” You pulled your mask up, carrying two cups of iced coffee. You handed one to Yoongi while you locked the front door. After that, Yoongi used his free hand to hold yours. 

“Should we have asked Sejin oppa to drive us?” You asked as Yoongi unlocked the car doors. 

“This car was checked and approved by BigHit. The windows are also tinted so they wouldn’t know it’s us. And we use the back entrance.” Yoongi informed. 

“Alright.” You got in. As you closed the door, Yoongi grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it. You smiled at him as he started the engine. You played music from your phone, ready to jam with him like you always do. 

“Ready?” He turned to you. You nodded and he drove out. 

“Now for a throwback.” You announced as you played ‘No More Dream’, much to Yoongi’s annoyance. You would play old BTS songs from time to time just to mess with him. 

“Aegi, please.” He groaned. 

“I want a big house, big cars and big rings.” You were too busy rapping his part to hear him. Yoongi burst out laughing, you rapping, especially to his songs, never failed to make him laugh. You were even throwing hand signs like he would do. 

“If you can’t beat them, join them.” Yoongi shook his head, joining you in the song. He took the vocal parts while you took the rapping parts. Hearing Yoongi try to reach high notes killed you. 

“To all the youngsters out there without dreams.” The two of you said Namjoon’s ending line together. 

“I can’t even believe we had fans back then.” Yoongi chuckled. 

“Hey, don’t shun the ARMY. They’ll love you no matter the era.” You scoffed with your arms crossed. You remember how Yoongi would come in after practice, looking so tired but still diligently picking out CDs to buy. 

“I remember you bringing me your first album.” You reminisced with a small smile. Yoongi cringed. 

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” 

“Why? You were so cute and nervous. I think that was when I started to develop feelings for you.” You giggled. Yoongi had burst into the store, presenting you the signed album with a deep bow. He had turned so red and was so flustered that he spoke with a stutter. You found it adorable but what made your heart swell was the personal note Yoongi wrote for you. 

“That’s when you had feelings for me?! Then why did I wait like 4 years to ask you out?!” Yoongi screeched in outrage. You just shrugged. 

“At that time, you and the others were so unsure of where your careers would lead you, who knew what the future held. Starting a relationship wouldn’t have been the smart thing to do.” You explained lightly. 

“Still, I could have had you by my side.” He grumbled. 

“Whether I was your girlfriend or not, I would have always been by your side, Yoon. For you and the others.” 

“Yeah but I would have preferred if you were by my side, as my girl.” He scoffed and you reached over to stroke his cheek lightly, not wanting to distract him from driving too much. 

“But here we are. I don’t think waiting a few years has changed my feelings for you. Things happen for a reason.” You smiled. 

“You and your philosophies... You know, you’re starting to sound a lot like Namjoon and I’m not sure how I feel about that.” He teased. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. As Yoongi drove past the front of BigHit, there were a few girls sitting on the floor. 

“Don’t look.” Yoongi said, not even having to turn to you. But it was too late, you saw all the words of hate and anger directed towards you, Yoongi and the rest of Bangtan. 

“I told you not to look.” Yoongi said softly. 

“It’s inevitable...” You looked down at your lap. You hated that the rest of the boys were also getting the heat for this, they didn’t deserve it. 

“Mr Min.” The security guard greeted as Yoongi rolled the window down. He opened the barrier for Yoongi to drive in. He entered the private, underground carpark to the BigHit building. He backed into his parking space.

“Hey, it’ll pass. Remember?” Yoongi held your chin and leaned in to give you a comforting kiss. You gave a small smile, wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him.

“Let’s do this quickly. Then we’ll go home.” He said. You hummed in agreement, exiting the car with him. 

“Hey.” Yoongi greeted the stuff with a bow and you followed suit. 

“It’s in the conference room.” He told you as the two of you took the lift up. Yoongi held your hand the entire time. You went into the empty conference room to see a stack of gifts there. What surprised you was that there was a small stack with your name labelled on them. You blinked, turning to Yoongi, who just shrugged. 

“They’re checked for dangerous items. So go ahead.” He encouraged. You opened the first box, seeing a stuffed black cat that was dressed similarly to Yoongi. You giggled, shoving it into Yoongi’s face. 

“It’s you. Lil meow meow.” 

“Whatever makes you happy, aegi.” Yoongi rolled his eyes and looked through some of his gifts. There were nice, heartwarming letters in most of the boxes. 

“Aww, look.” There was a nice fanart of a faceless girl playing with a black kitten, presumably Yoongi. It was done so nicely with watercolour, you couldn’t wait to display it. 

“That’s you.” You pointed to the kitten that was rolled in yarn. 

“Wow, I didn’t even think of that.” Yoongi said sarcastically. You slapped his arm. He read some letters while waiting for you.

“What?” You opened a box to see some few odd objects inside, not something one would give as a gift. There was also a tarot card inside, The Devil. There was no letter inside at all. It creeped you out slightly but it wasn’t particularly threatening so you just closed the box. 

“What’s that?” Yoongi asked. 

“Some nice notes put together.” You lied with a smile. 

“Let’s go home and open the rest of these.” You told him. Yoongi nodded, placing the gifts onto the trolley that was provided and pushing it back down to the carpark. 

“Min Yoongi!” Someone called out just as you reached the carpark. The both of you looked up but your reaction was too late. 

“Ah!” Your first instinct was to protect your face, causing the blade to slash your arm. You crumbled slightly, face scrunching in slight pain as blood began to seep out. Yoongi’s eyes widened in horror.

“Aegi!” Yoongi was in shock. Before he could pull you behind him, you felt yourself fall to the ground, a sudden weakness taking over your system. 

“Yah! What did you do?!” Yoongi screamed at this intruder. 

“If I can’t have Yoongi, no one can.” She smiled as she met eyes with you. You laid on the ground, shivering. Your vision blurred horribly and you felt light headed. Was that what the box was earlier? Witchcraft? Does witchcraft still exist or does it even work? Yoongi called out to you but he felt so distant even as he hovered over you. 

“Time to disappear.” She grinned and clapped her hands. 

“Aegi! (y/n)! Can you hear me?!” Yoongi shook you. 

“Yoon-” Your vision faded to black. 

~~

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earned it [07]

Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.

cw. explicit smut, pool sex, slight angst, i miss naoya :(, mafia business, mentions of blood, lots of drama, mentions of death and murder

note. IDEK ANYMORE. lmao anyways do you guys want faster updates or do you guys want to wait? i can finish the series next week and then we can move on to white lies 😈

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The three of you were seated back at your tables, where the whole dancing fiasco had thankfully ended. Satoru noticed nothing of your behavior – either he was really clueless, or you were a damn good actor – the guy was much too invested with the files Nanami was currently showing.

For a moment, you let yourself loosen as you took a deep breath. The account was much more important than whatever Nanami was scheming.

“I think I may have found where the real money is, or treasure, we should say, since none of us can really figure out what the Zen’ins might be hiding. And from the looks of it, considering Naoya had no idea about what his family kept prior to his death, this is something only his elders wanted to know about,” Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose, sliding a photo of an unsuspecting white manor that you hadn’t seen in a long time. “And it’s been right under our nose the whole time.”

“That’s one of our islands,” you replied with a furrowed brow, “Are you saying you traced the source back there? But that’s impossible, we haven’t used that island for years and even Naoya told me he was going to sell it because it was of no use to us. It’s not on commercial waters and there’s no local people around either. That island is in the middle of nowhere.”

“This is exactly why it’s the best place to hide things – because no one would ever suspect this seemingly harmless middle of nowhere could contain their assets.”

Satoru, who’d kept silent the whole time, inched closer to you. His cologne wafting off to you eased you for a moment – purely because it was familiar – and even though you despised saying it, you were thankful he was here. Currently, the blond man posed a bigger threat, the difference being that Nanami actually had leverage against you while you had more control over Satoru.

You sighed. If Naoya was here, things would’ve been so much better. He never lost his composure in figuring things out on his own. But now that he was gone, now that he’d never be coming back, you had be responsible for his sake, but mostly for yours.

“Take a look at this. The nearest land is a small, uncharted city from Brazil’s outskirts. I’ve been illegally transporting weaponry and firearms somewhere near there since our family started the business – it’s the easiest place to sneak in things without getting caught. All you need to do is pay a few fishermen and they’ll easily transport our load from one place to another, no questions asked,” Satoru announced, seemingly deep in thought as he rubbed his chin. “It would make sense if the Zen’in clan elders found this place useful too. It’s basically a hot site for criminals.”

“But we don’t operate this way. The Zen’in elders are too prideful to handle transactions like this. They would’ve chosen a more…discreet yet formal way of handling things.”

“How does an underwater passage sound?” Nanami pushed the other photo aside to reveal a blurry snap of what seemed like a tunnel under the sea. On the surface, it looked just like an abandoned rig, but it stretched too long, the exterior already covered in mold and seaweed. “About 80 years ago, the Zen’in Clan leader at that time was often heavily targeted by their enemies in business that they preferred to travel under the sea. If my theory is correct, right under that island would be another base of some sort that allows the clan leaders move from one country to another while remaining undetected.”

“So that’s how they easily sent their own shit overseas…”

“It would be a very sound conclusion to assume so,” Nanami crossed his arms at Satoru’s musings, “However, that’s all I know. All I can tell you is where I last got the signal for the source – which is about seven years ago, and a few months right after Toji Zen’in was disowned by his family when Naobito took over. It would also be near around the time he met his wife and had his child, which would increase the possibilities that he may have stored something in this island for his son’s future. Again, it could be money, gold – we don’t really know,” he nodded your way, a sense of finality behind those blue eyes that had now looked so menacing when once it brought you comfort – reassurance. “How you get there is all up to you.”

Something didn’t feel right.

“If the elders really wanted to hide this place, they wouldn’t have passed the rights of the island into my inheritance when Naoya died. They surely wouldn’t have wanted me to find out about this.”

“I could think of two things,” Satoru proposed, “It’s either they trust your potential enough as the clan leader to replace Naoya, or they didn’t think you’d care anyway.”

You let his words sink in. The clan elders have never bothered much with you. They were too prideful about “saving face” and “keeping up images” that they couldn’t even let a word of insult slip past their lips under the belief they were above that. But you weren’t stupid; they had never approved of your marriage to Naoya. An outsider like you, suddenly becoming a part of their family when they could’ve had your husband marry a family friend?

They may have kept silent about their dislike to you, but one way or another, they were going to take action for it.

Knowing the Zen’ins, being a Zen’in, you knew there was one thing they hated the most: not being in control.

“Neither,” you finally concluded while mumbling down at your lap. The theory was hazy, incomplete, based only on mere emotions but slowly, you were coming together to piece it. You felt Satoru turn your way, his large hand caressing your knee as if coaxing the words out of you. “It’s neither. Naoya’s elders…they never liked me. It’s been made pretty clear to me that I’m dispensable without my husband, and I will never be a Zen’in in their eyes. I wouldn’t be surprised if they asked me to give up all my inheritance from Naoya because I’m not related to them by blood.”

The silence in the table stretched.

No matter how grandiose the hotel restaurant may be, you felt suffocated in that seat. How didn’t you realize it sooner? You were in a land that stretched past your territory, with both men accompanying you people you couldn’t wholeheartedly trust, while your husband rotted away back at home – probably covered in dust and not even given a proper burial like he deserved.

There was only one way out of this, to put an end to everything. It would prove to be a daunting task, but you didn’t have a choice. No, in fact, this was your only choice if you wanted to survive.

Satoru’s voice softened upon seeing the grimness of how you turned mum. “I’ll follow you wherever you go. I promise to help you in finding out whatever is in there,” he met your eyes; yours filled with contempt, with fear, with desperation, and his filled with regret. “It’s the least I could do…after everything I’ve done to you.”

You took a deep breath.

You couldn’t lie to yourself. There was no way you could trust him with his empty promises. He’d shown enough times that he wasn’t a man of his word, and you’d be a fool to fall for it again. However, Nanami’s glance was curious and suspecting, hiding his true colors with an innocent gesture of sipping his wine. He may seem unbothered and only here to ‘help’, but this man was cunning, possibly more so than Naoya could ever be, and one wrong move would be similar to stepping on a land mine.

Satoru received no response from you, and soon the three of you were standing outside the hotel’s lobby to escort Nanami back where he came from. The dinner was tense, so much so that you’d unknowingly been clutching Satoru’s bicep the whole time.

He tapped your shoulder, bringing you back to life as he gestured to his phone. “Sorry, it’s Geto.”

“Oh,” you muttered and stepped away from him, feeling your heart sink in your chest as you watched him retreat behind the glass doors. Beside you, Nanami snickered.

“Made up your mind, agent?” he taunted, “This is your final chance to prove yourself. Gather enough intel for us to intrude whatever that mighty clan is hiding underneath that island, surrender Gojo to us, and we’ll give you everything as promised.”

You faced him with fiery eyes, prepared for whatever he’d throw your way when he showed you that cursed red coin again. Realizing its power, the true meaning it held, you immediately shut your lips. It must’ve satisfied to know he was the one in charge here, and how could he not be when your life was literally at the palm of his hands, your days growing more numbered if you didn’t follow everything he asked for?

If you had just…if you had just done everything the Organization had asked you for, you wouldn’t have been here. You wouldn’t have felt this torn.

Nanami flipped the coin before tucking it into his pocket, sending one last salute your way. He hailed a cab and disappeared afterwards, leaving you alone to ponder over the consequences of your actions, your emotions. For the first time in his life, Naoya had lied to you.

He wasn’t correct when he said you were strong.

Because after all this time, you still held onto something that you should’ve let go of a long time ago, and you had nothing but your weak, sensitive, hopeless heart to blame for. Said hurdle appeared not long afterwards, his touch warm on your shoulder as he gazed at the empty spot beside you.

“Oh, Nanami left,” he noted, turning your shoulders to him until you were completely exposed. There was no more hiding from him, or more like you didn’t have enough energy to. You felt dull, tiredness lining your eyes and lips pressed into a flat line. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”

Ten days. That was how much you’ve wasted your time here in Milan, and you weren’t even remotely close to figuring things out. Your resources were much more limited the farther you were from the Zen’in Estate, and your lawyer was a family one, meaning they held more loyalty to the actual Zen’ins instead of law-affiliated people like you were.

Simply put, you were all alone to solve this by yourself.

Satoru promised to help, but he kept disappearing in the morning along with Geto. You never asked where they went or what they did; it simply didn’t matter anymore.

You would only spend hours locked in your room as you researched everything you could on your private island near Brazil. Just like Satoru said, it seemed like the perfect place to hide things for the spot seemed remote enough to offer privacy for the family’s getaway. You could somewhat recall Naoya proposing once to take you there for your honeymoon, but business got in the way, and it wasn’t like you truly trusted him then to spend such an intimate with him that you said no.

Sighing, you put all the papers away. Not even a single clue led you to what could be possibly be there, but there was an underwater passage. The fact the Zen’ins was capable of building that made you wonder just what the extent of their powers and influence stretched to, and you contemplated for a bit if you could hold that same ability now that you had his name.

Whatever was there, you would look for it.

Your mission was clear – the success of it would determine the fate of your life. Find out what they’re hiding, surrender Satoru Gojo to the Organization, and then everything would be over.

It sounded simple, yet your heart knew it wasn’t. Naoya died with the confidence of his trust over you, the trust you worked so hard to earn. But wasn’t that point? You needed him to trust you for you to be able to pull this mission off, but things happened, emotions and conscience got in the way, and you banged your knuckles on the table until your ring throbbed on your finger.

You just wanted it all to end. You never meant to hurt Naoya, never meant to betray anyone, but it fucking pissed you off that Naoya wasn’t the real problem. He wasn’t the one holding you back.

With not much thought to your next actions, you slipped past the guards and into the pool that had long been closed since 10PM. Being at your room’s tub reminded you of memories you’d rather forget, and you slowly undid your robe and stepped out of your underwear before dipping in the cold, freezing water.

It felt good. It may have been temporary, but the numbing bite of the water helped you feel more placated. Even for a little while, it was nice to not worry about anything. There were no titles, no mafia drama, no anything, just you and the water that you would’ve easily fooled yourself to be simply enjoying your little trip in Milan until –

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. You had me worried sick,” You sighed. Of course. Opening your eyes, you raised a brow as Satoru towered over you, a standard hotel towel in his arms. He’d change out of his suit and into cotton shorts and a shirt this time around, possibly on his way to sleep when he realized the room was empty. With no energy to deal with him, you swam away from the man, earning a groan in response. “What the hell is your problem? You’ve been acting weird ever since Nanami came. Listen, if this is about that island, you don’t have to worry too much about anything. I have enough people and resources to help you in every step of the way.”

You ignored him. After everything that happened, what was there to talk about anymore? Even if you told him everything, he might not understand.

So you swam in the middle of the pool, thankful that it was dark enough from the maintenance shutting the lights off that Satoru struggled to find you. However, you’d underestimated him because soon you heard the splashing of the water, and you were harshly tugged by the wrist before Satoru cornered you at the edge of the pool.

He was breathing hard; both of you were, and tried to push past his chest, only to be met with a solid plane of muscle that wouldn’t budge. You sighed and turned away from him, covering your exposed chest with your arms.

“Whatever Naoya is looking for…you’ll find it, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“I’m serious,” the scorn in his tone had been so biting you turned back to him, about to hit him with something, scold him for something, but your words died down in your throat before you even had the chance to.

Satoru hadn’t been demanding. His face, illuminated by the moonlight, made his azure eyes twinkle like stardust exploding. Once in your life, you found so much comfort into staring at such beauty, but that was when everything was still a perfect lie. Funny how the truth ruined everything for its darkness, and you could only look back at him weakly, throat running dry from all the emotions that threatened to pour out of you.

Regret and desperation was written all over his face.

“Please,” he rested his forehead on yours, eyes closed as he mumbled, “You’re not alone in this. I don’t want to ask for much because I know I don’t deserve it, but please at least understand you don’t have to solve everything on your own. You’re not…you’re not alone. I’m here now.”

“When you left me,” your voice cracked, “It’s because you thought I wouldn’t love you anymore if I found out your true nature,” Satoru opened his eyes, anxiety swimming in those eyes that had once been so sweet. Perhaps he still held that sweetness now, albeit it was less tender and more cautious as he waited for you to continue. “If I told you about every sin I’ve committed, the name of each person I killed and everything I’ve done, would you stay with me? Or would you leave me again, only this time it’s because you think I’m no longer someone you could love?”

“I don’t understand.”

“I didn’t expect you to,” was all you said before you felt a tear prick the back of your eyes. You didn’t want him to see, god, you wanted to disappear in that moment you couldn’t think of anything else. Crashing your lips to his, you brought him down by the back of his neck to hide the tears freely falling from your face.

He froze for a split second before he eagerly pushed back, clenching the pool edges with his hands so hard his knuckles turned white. You were panting, moaning in his mouth as he pressed you harder against the edge, skin to skin, breath to breath, soul to soul.

Threading your hands to his hair, you grinded down on his shorts where he was already beginning to grow hard. Satoru groaned inside your mouth from your teasing but made no move to stop to – after all, why would he want to stop? It had been years, seven fucking years, and even you wouldn’t want to stop. It was wrong, it was dirty, it was immoral – but you needed this. You needed this more than ever.

Satoru’s hands tickled your waist as he squeezed them harsher than he intended, his calloused fingers travelling until he was kneading your breasts. You pulled away from him, head thrown back to rest on the edge.

And it was romantic.

The moon had never been so big, sprinkles of star shining in the vast darkness, the scene just perfect for two lovers in a getaway from the harshness of life. You knew it wasn’t real and the spell would break sooner than later, but did it matter? He rolled your beaded nipples into his fingers before he ducked down, lips suctioned to suck heavy bruises on the sensitive patch of skin on your neck that had you twitching in his hold.

Along with your moans, you cried harder. From heartbreak, from regret, from guilt; there was no turning back from this.

“Satoru, please, please, please. Make me feel better, make me feel good, I just want to forget everything.”

He nodded eagerly against your neck, letting your eager hands help him push his shorts down before his cock sprang free. His length grazed your lower abdomen for a moment, though he didn’t waste any time in entering your hole. You gritted your teeth at the intrusion, nails dug so hard in his shoulders that he bled.

The both of you had your foreheads connected, noses brushing and breaths mixing as you moaned and he sighed, eyes shut tight from finally being engulfed in your warmth.

“Right there, ‘Toru, oh fuck.”

“F-fuck,” he hitched one of your legs to wrap around his waist, “You’re still so tight after all this time,” Satoru praised, molding his lips with yours once again. He picked up his pace and watched as you desperately clung from one surface to another – his shoulders, his hair, the edge of the pool, flailing your arms each time his deep thrusts knocked the wind out of you – breasts bouncing as he bounced you on his cock.

“You look so fucking beautiful – my sweet, sweet angel. I missed you, missed you so fucking much.”

You didn’t say anything. No words were needed to be exchanged; actions spoke louder than words. At least right now, you could promise you wouldn’t lie.

Pulling him down for another kiss, you bit down on his bottom lip to muffle your moans, too speechless at each movement of his dick grazing past your walls. Fuck, he still felt so good, still knew your body way too well and your pussy hugged him so tight like you didn’t ever want to let go.

But you knew you had to, even as he came inside you and brought you back to your room, uncaring of the dripping mess you’ve both made before he locked the door.

You forgot how many hours you spent underneath him writhing in his bed. He took you each way he wanted – knees folded beside your head, on your side where he whispered all the filthy things he’d been wanting to do to you while he took you from behind, or your head squished on the pillow as he repeatedly smacked your ass, pulling your ass cheeks apart to praise you on how you took him so well. Satoru didn’t stop; you knew what you were getting into the moment you pulled him into you, that his sex drive was insane and he’d take long to tire himself out.

By the time the first shy fingertips of the sunlight extending across the horizon arrived, you were emptily staring at the window, Satoru fast asleep beside you.

It was time.

Silently, you pulled his arm away from you and quickly got dressed. He seemed to still be deep in slumber, and you carried the only bag previously packed with everything you might need. You were on the process of wearing your stilettos when he stirred awake, sleepily eyeing you from the bed you both devoted yourselves to in pleasuring one another.

“Where are you going?”

“Away,” you answered, tight-lipped. “From you.”

“Why?”

“Because…I lied,” you inhaled sharply, gloved hands frozen on the golden knobs.

Just open it, you screamed at yourself, walk away before it’s too late.

But you couldn’t move, pathetic that even after everything Naoya had worked so hard for, you still remained a slave to your past.

“No matter how much I hate everything you’ve done to me, I can’t bring myself to forget I once loved you. Maybe I still do – I don’t know. But what I do know is that I’m not as strong as I thought I was,” you cried, losing grip on the bag before it fell. You watched emptily as all the contents poured out – your money, your clothes, your phone, your ring – it all served as a reminder of who you were, of who you’d forgotten to be, of who you were supposed to be.

Your shoulders slumped in defeat.

“I don’t have enough strength to kill you.”

“Hey, angel,” he cooed, reaching you in three long strides before he caged you in his arms. Satoru was so warm, so strong, and the safety he provided you with only made you cry harder. You wanted to hate him, wanted to keep lying yourself since you’d been doing a great job at doing that for the past seven years, but it wasn’t that easy. Deep down…you still harbored the most miniscule affection, and that enough was capable of destroying you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Everything,” you whispered brokenly as you banged a weak fist to his chest, “Everything is wrong.”

Finavice Pharmaceuticals didn’t disappoint.

You were beyond impressed the moment you stepped through the door, a horde of eager chemists guiding you through the upper floors. Finavice was one of the biggest – if not the biggest – companies that were known for harboring the rarest or hard to get elements that not even you and Naoya could get your hands on.

Not by yourselves, anyway, so you took it upon yourself to strike a sponsorship to their research program in developing a cure to cancer under the guise of being an advocate to the improvement of the medical field.

Truthfully, you just wanted to please Naoya, show him you were useful and that he didn’t need to kill you. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and there you were, your prettiest smile plastered on as you scanned the towering buildings with unmasked interest.

“Here is the laboratory for the Finavice Pharmaceuticals where we test…”

“Mrs. Zen’in?”

The entire team stopped as a tall man, cloaked in a beige suit instead of a lab coat appearhed out of nowhere. Judging by how everyone had ducked their heads down and turned silent, you could only guess he must be the boss. Flashing your most charming smile, you hitched your bag higher up your arm. “Yes?”

“May I have a word with you?”

You fought the urge to sigh. His question was spoken much more of a statement that you weren’t really given a room to decline, and the young chemists gazed at you curiously under their lashes.

Not wanting to create a commotion that would lead into unwanted attention, you nodded, following the man through a set of double doors, guarded by two heavily armed men from the outside.

The man, who was Kento Nanami, the founder of Finavice himself leaned back into his seat as he made himself comfortable. “So you signed a contract with us two weeks ago to partner on our latest medicine, am I right? I’ve read over your proposals and I must say, they are rather interesting and innovative. I didn’t expect that a businessman’s wife would be a chemist who is interested in expanding to the pharmaceuticals as well. The Zen’ins has never been much invested in that.”

Gladly accepting the tea he’d slid your way, you made sure to clink the teaspoon against the porcelain as you played along. “People change, Mr. Kento. My husband and I’s goals are rather different from their former, traditional ones. Surely, steel exchange couldn’t support us for the rest of our lives.”

“I can’t say no to that. Kudos to you and your husband for your rather…ambitious shared goals then.”

Your hand froze on the utensil, and you narrowed your eyes at him in warning. “Are you implying we should not have trusted you with this, Mr. Kento?”

“No, I am merely letting you know that your act won’t fool me,” he chuckled, leaning forwards to rest his chin on his clasped knuckles, his blue eyes growing dark and serious. “I know what you and your husband’s family does. The Organization knows a lot more about your actions than you think you know we do. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re only here because we’re the only company who has access to an element you need for your drug, isn’t that the case, Mrs. Zen’in?”

Well…this was certainly unexpected. You’ve been effortlessly deceiving countless businessmen, government leaders and officials even, that this took you by your surprise. Two could play at this game.

Even if he saw through you long ago, it wouldn’t take much to grab his letter opener that was right beside you and puncture it through a jugular vein. If his guards came, you could easily take them down too. Today was one of those few moments you were thankful for Naoya’s hellish training.

But you didn’t want him to feel satisfied, so you leaned back into your seat and crossed your leg over the other.

“If you knew this whole time, why didn’t you kill me already? A lot of people wouldn’t miss the chance to do so.”

Nanami chuckled. “It’s because like you, I’m not just a pioneer. I, too, have my goals and loyalty laid out for someone else. Most specifically, the Organization, an international collaborative effort of stopping and reducing mafia movement for the safety of our people. Obviously, I’ve been assigned in the Yakuza Division, and it’s no coincidence I read through your file. You are, after all, one of our precious targets.”

You stared at him boredly. Why couldn’t he just get straight to the point?

“Is this a threat? I’m not sure it’s working.”

“Oh, no, I’m not threatening you,” he snatched your tea and took a long sip from it, and it was the first time you learned of his habit of concealing his curious gaze through drinking; a perfect act to seem inconspicuous.

“I am offering you a path to redemption. You may fool everyone, but I know an unhappy woman when I see one, Mrs. Zen’in, and I can tell you find no pleasure in the life you live – running errands for your criminal husband, constantly fearing for your life, wishing you’d just been a regular person like everyone else…” At the lack of response, he took it a gesture for him to continue, and he set the cup down, pushing his glasses right back up his nose. “The Organization has labeled you a target, but I think you’re more of a victim caught in a series of unfortunate events. I merely wish to save you from it.”

You guffawed in laughter at his last statement.

“You men really are ridiculous!” you slapped your palm on his table, losing every bit of that elegant composure to be perfected by a Zen’in wife. “Always preaching about saving me and protecting me – what actually are you pathetic losers even capable of?”

Much to your dismay, Nanami didn’t seem the least bit affected by your mockery.

“Please, don’t group me in with your husband and your former lover. Unlike them, I harbor no interest in you as a woman, I only want to fulfill my duty as an Agent and save you not because you’re a damsel in distress, but rather because…I could kill two birds with one stone,” his eyes shone in mischief, and you swallowed in discomfort as he gazed you up and down.

You’ve had enough experience with being seen as a meal, but this was different. Nanami was viewing you like you were a secret weapon he intended on using as much as he could to achieve his goals.

“You are a very convenient woman, Mrs. Zen’in. Similar to how your husband adores your abilities, I would like to take advantage of your connections. The only difference between me and them is that I can actually give you something money can’t even buy.”

“Such as?”

“A second chance at a normal life.”

“What makes you think I’ll accept your offer? I’m the wife of a mafia leader – my loyalty resides in him.”

“Only because you fear for your life,” he flashed you a red coin, crescents of a Latin quote scripted inside. Mori quam foedari – death before dishonor.

“Join the Organization, Y/N. With your connections, we could easily take down these families and protect the country. Hand over Satoru Gojo and Naoya Zen’in to us, and I promise the Organization will do everything in its power to give you the life you always wanted. A safe, normal one. No more worrying about being killed as you ride your car, no more beating yourself up as you make drugs to promise your usefulness to your husband and no more pretending you are someone who you’re not,” he flipped the coin between his fingers, and tantalized, you couldn’t keep your eyes off it. “Don’t you want that? You’d be able to live freely if you cooperate with us.”

You could hear the gears in your head turning. Part of you would’ve assumed this was a trap had you not known better, but Naoya taught you that if something was a trap, it would sound too easy, too good.

None of this was easy. It would require facing a demon from your past and handling things differently than what Naoya had planned, but that wasn’t the worst.

It was the fact that if you accepted, you’d have to come home tonight and lie in the face of your husband who could easily read through you. He smelled lies and treachery before you could realize you were even thinking of doing something, and knowing Naoya, he wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet between your eyes the instant he felt something was off.

But his offer… it was a risk you had to take. You wouldn’t ever get an opportunity like this again.

“Do you promise…that I’ll really go back to normal after this? That I won’t be involved in this mess anymore?”

“I can only promise that if you also promise to do your part. You see, I strongly believe you are the one that can put an end to this all. All you have to do is join us, and soon it’ll feel like this nightmare never happened at all. You’ll be free from Naoya Zen’in and Gojo Satoru before you realize it.”

You stared at his coin harder. Death before dishonor. This Organization he was a part of obviously didn’t fuck around, and it seemed scarier because they had their eyes on you for a while now. What were the odds they offered a deal instead of outright killing you, even going as far as to provide you a second chance at life, one that you genuinely wanted to enjoy? It would be a shame to say no, and even if the chances of this turning out well were low, you would damn well take it. A small chance was better than nothing.

“What do I have to do?”

Nanami grinned and pocketed his coin. “A very wise decision, Mrs. Zen’in,” he congratulated, “Please, meet me at my office tomorrow, eight on the dot. Oh, and remember, the Organization will now be watching you wherever you go. You’re one of us now.”

The next day, Nanami had cut your palm.

He spilled your blood into an empty metal casing with engraved letters, mori quam foedari, the phrase both comforting and ominous. Soon, you came home with your blood solidified into a coin to prove your membership and loyalty, that they quite owned you in more ways than one. Your blood meant your loyalty, and the coin felt heavy in your pocket with the implication it was also your blood they wouldn’t hesitate to spill should you betray them.

Mori quam foedari.

Death before dishonor.

Your life over Naoya’s, your future over Gojo’s.

The next few days had been tense. After telling Satoru everything down from the smallest detail, things had shifted between you. Quite frankly, you expected that maybe he’d kill you right then and there after explicitly stating that just because you couldn’t kill him, didn’t mean you wouldn’t turn him in.

“Angel,” he begged, “Will you never really give me the chance to do everything right this time around?”

However, you were too firm on your plans. You originally wanted to leave and go to the island yourself; it was easier to leave Satoru open and vulnerable for the Organization to attack him in your absence. He loved you, that was much clear, and if he looked for you, he’d make himself vulnerable to the Organization, but recent plans had to be altered now that he wasn’t willing to let go of you. Though no matter what he said, you valued your life and future more than you could ever love him.

It was an act of kindness to yourself.

“I don’t want this life anymore, Satoru. Either way, I don’t have a choice, not when I could die literally anytime before I could even say goodbye.”

It had been hours since ‘that’ talk and now you were on a plane back to Tokyo. You had to pull out some archives from Naoya’s files to know more about the island before you could visit it, and it was important for Satoru to know details such as security measures over there.

You’d long fallen asleep from exhaustion, bundled up in a fleece blanket while Geto glared at you.

“Are you sure about this, Sir? I think we should just keep her with us even if she doesn’t want to. The Gojo clan is powerful enough that no one would dare cross us. Not even this Organization she speaks of has ever done anything to us. Without her, they stand no chance against us,” he sat in front his boss and kept sending wary glances your way. “Letting her go like you did before wasn’t a good idea. She knows too much about everyone to live normally now. Do you really believe the Organization will protect her?”

“Knowing the strings the government could pull – and add on to the fact Nanami Kento, one of the richest men in this country works for them that it’s safe to assume each figure in them is a powerhouse – I don’t doubt their promise one bit.”

“But you’ll go to jail if you let her surrender you. Or worse, they’ll destroy the clan from the bottom up.”

“I know that, Geto.”

Geto groaned, brushing his hands through his hair from how indifferent his boss was being, drinking champagne as if he wasn’t willingly walking into his own death. “Then why aren’t you thinking more clearly about this? I understand you love her and you want to make it up to her, but we can’t let her do whatever she pleases! In order to keep herself safe, she’s going to sacrifice you! She’s dangerous, Sir, she’s been lying to her husband the whole time and who’s to say she isn’t capable of doing something worse to a stranger like you?”

“I told you already, Geto,” Satoru swirled the pink liquid in his flute, his face empty and unreadable. “I know.”

“With all due respect, Sir, I don’t agree with your decision. The clan would fall without you and you don’t have siblings or an heir. No one is powerful to hold the clan together aside from you so if you leave – there’s no more hope for us,” he sighed when Satoru didn’t budge. “I at least want you to reconsider your actions. She’s just a woman, Sir. It’s either we kill her or we imprison her. You let her go before because you believed she would be your downfall, and quite frankly, it’s happening all over again.”

Satoru gazed out the window, bringing the flute to his lips with a dark glint in his eye that Geto recognized meant trouble, or worse, an actual solution to this hellish situation.

“Which is why we’re going to pay an old friend a visit, Geto. There’s only one person who could turn the tables around.”

ADDITIONAL NOTE: TOJI IS COMING SOON!!! what are your theories on what might be on that island and *drum roll* WHO IS GOJO’S OLD FRIEND?! 

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