#and one of them would disappear when getting too close to the other version of themself

[rishiguro]

HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN THEY THROW THEIR WEDDING RING

ft. bokuto; suna; atsumu: kuroo; ushijima

a/n: the fact that i posted this exact prompt on my deleted blog but i don't remember it anymore—

jjk version

it was no secret that BOKUTO sometimes had problems controlling his emotions. he wasn't necessarily as affected by them as he was in high school, but there were enough moments that made him feel ashamed when he thought about them; just like he did right now. he was sobbing violently, his arms pressing you as close to you as ohysically possible. he wailed apologies, only stopping to take a breath every once in a while. he snapped out of his anger the moment the ring left his hand, but he was afraid that the damage couldn't be undone. he could only beg, proclaiming his love for you over and over, even if he knew that his behaviour just disproved his claims.

arguing with SUNA was tiresome. it was like he never even cared, not being attentive and only brushing you off. he never thought about the impact of his words once he did answer you, trying to get you off his back as soon as possible and with any means necessary. but even he understood when he went too far. he realized it when you took a deep breath, muttering something that he could not understand and turned around, disappearing into the bedroom only to come out a few minutes later with a bag over your shoulder, not even sparing him a glance as you rushed out the door. he clenched his jaw, picking the ring up and clenching his fist, staring out the window with a heavy chest.

ATSUMU was a prideful and confident person, he hated being confronted with his faults. he never really reacted well afterwards, either snickering a comment back or just waving the criticism off. no one was safe from this side of him, not even you. but he wasn't an idiot either. he saw the way your face fell when his ring landed on the floor, how you were shaking as you went and picked it up, only to retreat into the bedroom silently. he stayed still, not even daring to move an inch, only looking at the place you stood just a second ago. how did he let it go this far?

KUROO hated arguing and the yelling that came with it. he hated the irrational things he says during them, how every sense of reason is being thrown into the wind just to get to you because of his pride. and right after he threw his wedding ring across the room and stormed out, slamming the door behind him, he broke down, hugging his knees as he cried. he didn't know what came over him, he didn't know why he would ever think that what he did was okay but how could he face you after what he had done?

it was rare that arguments with USHIJIMA got so heated. you barely ended up shouting at each other, much less underline your words with some kind of big gestures. so it was even a bigger shock when he raised his voice at you, fiddling with the ring on his finger until throwing it away with some accusatory yell. you were too shocked to even say anything, only extending your arms in front of you to protect yourself as you stared at him with big eyes. he wanted to step closer, he wanted to hug you, he wanted to fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness; anything so that you wouldn't look so afraid of him anymore.

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[coralinnii]

For the reincarnated into the bad guy, would you ever do one for Jamil? I’m really curious on how that would turn out.

being reincarnated into a new world as the bad guy feat: Jamil genre: budding romance note: roughly 1.4k words, no pronouns are used, the characters and reader as written as younger than current canon, dialogue heavy, more of a set-up to the story in my head.

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I was confused whether you meant a new fic or a fic between Jamil and the MC/reader from Kalim's version. If that's what you meant, feel free to request again

It took a while for you to realize where you were, and who you were. You possessed the body of a high ranking noble in a book that you had a hand in writing, and worst of all, you were a petty antagonist in the sequel. Your character was the childhood friend of Kalim, the heir of the richest family in the kingdom, and Jamil, his reliable attendant and most treasured companion. Your role was to be the pawn whose greed was made useful to none other than Jamil.

After the success of the first book, your friend was in the works of a sequel to which you jokingly suggested to give a twist, that Jamil Viper was a traitor. Now thanks to your big mouth, you were going to be tricked into harming Kalim’s beloved and be a stepping stone for Jamil to gain favor from the Asim family by saving her from you. For him to succeed, you would end up exiled from the kingdom and later starve to death. So, you’re working to avoid that.

Luckily, you reincarnated years before the start of the story so you initially thought avoiding the two would be the best tactic but as the days spent with your childhood friends continued, you grew fond of both of them, more so to Jamil. Perhaps because he was the most intriguing character to you or it was the guilt you held for having a hand in writing his downfall. Either way, you decided to change your plan. 

You recalled your friend’s notes on Jamil’s character development which boiled down to his displeasure in acting under Kalim’s shadow all his life. It worsens over time as his life becomes nothing more than merely Kalim’s attendant, trapped in an underappreciated situation. 

You tried to remedy that with praises and compliments whenever the three of you played. You compliment him on a good game, praise his efficiency at his job and craftsmanship, and even flatter him on his boyish good looks. But all that seems to earn you is a polite nod and a courteous thank you.

“Kalim, tell me the truth. Does Jamil hate me?” 

“That’s impossible! I’m sure he’s just shy.” 

“…That sounds even less plausible” 

Jamil kept a wall between himself and you which was extremely frustrating. You were starting to get jealous with how Kalim gets to be friendly with him, even if it’s just Jamil reprimanding the carefree heir. 

You were contemplating if you should just stop coming around the Asim manor. Perhaps you could convince your family to send you abroad and avoid the events of the story. 

However, you had your breakthrough with the seemingly level-headed servant, when your families were invited to a party held by the Asims.

Kalim had his makeup done by Jamil and amazed by his work, convinced you to get yours done by the young attendant too. Though you were sure Jamil had other things to attend to, he proceeded to work on your look, although you swore you heard an exasperated sigh under his breath.

Jamil sat close in front of you as he started to work on your makeup. As Kalim said, the dark-haired boy did quick but efficient work on your foundation and shading. This may have been the closest Jamil has been around you which leaves you a little jittery in your seat. 

You hope to have this party as a memorable event since you were planning to speak with your father about your study abroad wish. But that sigh stung you a little and now you wanted nothing more than to get this night over with and disappear. 

“How much longer?” You asked, slightly fidgeting from the slightly awkward situation. It’s really not easy to sit so close with a boy that you were sure hated your guts. 

“I will be done soon” he replied but his monotonous voice made you uneasy, wishing for the moment to end faster. Jamil then started to work on your eyes, carefully gliding the tip of the brush along your eyelids a striking shade of red.

The next few moments may be one of your most favorite memories…and his as well.

“Can’t it be faster?” It took all of your strength not to move unless you want to poke your eye or worse, have Jamil this uncomfortably close to you even longer.

“This must be done right” 

“But what if we skip some details? No one would notice” 

“It would be unwise to rush such things, just relax” 

“But really-“ 

“WOULD IT KILL YOU TO HAVE SOME PATIENCE?!” 

You felt a change in pressure of the brush and with the sudden outburst from Jamil, it startled you enough that your face flinched, causing the brush to make a large streak of red paint across your nose and cheek. After all your attention towards the sequel, you forgot a tidbit about Jamil that was mentioned in the first book; he has a snapping temper. 

Jamil felt a heavy weight sinking in his stomach and the silence between you two prolonged to what felt like a millennium. No matter how friendly and sweet you appear to be, Jamil could only see you as another noble. Kalim is an odd case but you were still of a much higher standing than Jamil, capable of executing him and his family if you so choose. He assumed that your kindness is only due to his association with Kalim, a mere extension to gain the heir’s favor. But with Kalim not present… 

He couldn’t help the natural flinch when you extended your hand, out to reach for the mirror by him. He kept his head down and his hands curled, not daring to look into the eyes of a noble. He waited for your wrath as you examined the mess on your face, his hands shaking in fear until… 

“PFFFTTTT HAHAHA!” 

“What a pretty laugh” Jamil whispered before shooing away such insolent thoughts as he watched you laugh wholeheartedly despite looking like a child who got into their parent’s makeup, though you supposed you actually were a child physically. 

“How is it that it’s still such a pretty brush stroke? I almost don’t want to wash it off” you chuckled, admiring the large smooth paint line across your face. In spite of his angry outburst, Jamil’s hand was still amazingly calm. Oh, how you wish instant photography existed in this time period. The sense of unease left your body with every breath of laughter as you kept gazing at your mess of a face. At least you've gotten your wish of a fond memory to look back on.

In the corner of your eye, you noticed however that the paint managed to splatter on Jamil’s hand, leaving spots of red on his skin. Placing the mirror down, you grasped his hand which surprised Jamil, and lightly brushed your fingers over some of the paint. Jamil had to steel his nerves to not shiver at your gentle touch.

“Oh no, thankfully it doesn’t seem like it got on your sleeves but you should go wash it off quickly” 

“But I need to quickly fix your makeup” Jamil protested but you stopped him. 

“I’ll just call for someone else or something. It is part of their job, anyway” you reasoned and you looked at the young boy with understanding eyes “I know that you probably have other duties, so you should leave early.” 

With his hand in yours, you guided him to his feet and firmly pushed him to the door, ignoring his protesting, but you insisted on your decision. 

“I’ll be fine, me being late won’t change anything about the party” which is true, as no one would dare fault you for what they say is ‘being fashionably late’. “I’ll be sure to get ready so you don’t have to worry”

His resolve weakening, Jamil was finally pushed to stand just outside your room, with you standing just by the door. 

“I know you’re incredibly capable, Jamil. But, it’s alright to say that you have too many things to worry about. I’ll understand” you smiled, which Jamil felt a shock to his heart at the sight. “If I want to be your friend, I need to respect your time and priorities, right?” 

You gave a cute wave and moved to close the doors before you suddenly paused to look at Jamil once more, taking him by surprise. 

“Oh, and don’t worry. I won’t say anything about what happened. It’ll be our secret!” 

With one last smile, you shut the door and left Jamil to stand alone in front of your room. 

Jamil was wrong, all wrong. He thought Kalim was an outlier in the class of nobles but now he knows how you truly are. Like the foolish heir, you were just as outlandishly lenient with your social standing, quick to laugh and speak as though you don’t hold the power to ruin someone. You may have more awareness of your position but you've not once abuse that power nor have set a line between yourself and those of lower class as him. You were as baffling as that Kalim! 

So why does his heart beat this way if you were just another oddball?

[bluesky-kitty]

Kai Anderson x fem reader || angst, fluff||

“Then it’s got you.”

tw-self-harm, abuse, toxic relationship

"Divine Ruler I have something for you." a female annoying voice said. Kai's eyes were on Meadow's now.

"We have a cult meeting in 30 minutes can it wait" He spoke without expecting an answer.

“This is important, and I need you now.”

Kai closed his laptop and looked at the blonde.

"So..what's the problem?"

"y/n."

The shedding of blood in Kai's body stopped for a moment.

Kai and you have been dating for 6 years, but no one knows except Winter.

You saw many versions of him during that time, but you never left him.

Kai didn't want anyone to know. You were his weak spot and anyone who would go against him would use you.

You two were careful, you didn't even sleep in the same rooms, you looked at each other with cold eyes in front of others just because of the cult.

Whenever someone talked bad about Kai behind his back, you would tell him. That was your code of keeping.

"She's in the kitchen."

She said hurriedly as they passed through the hall. He couldn't even imagine what it was about.

Maybe some stupid fight? You didn’t like Meadow, she didn’t like you either.

Your eyes were on the door as Meadow and Kai stood there. You could see the confusion on Kai's face as he walked unsteadily into the room.

“Can you move away from the sink?” spoke Meadow.

“Okay.” you said calmly as you moved away.

“Take off your clothes.” this sentence left you shocked.

“What? I’m not doing that.”

“Come on, just shirt” you knew what she was talking about but you thought she didn’t see them.

“Can somebody tell me what the shit is going on?”

Kai’s loud voice interrupted conversation.

“She’s so weak and broken! She hurts herself!

“No i don’t hurt myself.”

hurts herself?

Something in Kai was taking his air. Your beloved looked at you with empathy and anger in his eyes. You quickly rolled up your sleeves and showed your wrists. “See?!” Kai sighed silently, but not for long.

You were aware of what you were doing and successfully had smooth and clean wrists.

“What about stomach?” Shit! This woman is God’s punishment for world. You just wanted to disappear.

Kai came up to you with disappointment on his face. “Shirt. Off.”

”She doesn’t deserve to be in a cult if she’s a mental case. What if one day she kills herself and blames someone else for that?”

“Don’t do this to me. Why do you believe her?” You asked with teary eyes. His face with same cold.

“Come on show him your scars already!“

“Meadow! Get out, this is enough.”

“I just think-“

“Get the fuck out!”

His screams made you flinch. Meadow was gone and you two were alone. You'd be lying if you said you weren't afraid of him.

He immediately grabbed your shirt and twisted it. You grabbed his hand in an attempt to stop him. “No” funny of you thinking that small word was going to stop him.“

“I have to see it. I want to.“

When your shirt fell to the floor, your ego fell with it.

Bloody, fresh scars and indentations from nails driven into the skin covered your shoulders and chest.

“I’m so sorry Kai I just-I have to” you said between sobs.

His eyes watered as he bit his tongue.

“What a selfish stupid bitch you are..I gave you everything on this world that you wanted“

The pangs of conscience pierced you deep into the heart.

“My dearest ever…my baby, why would you do this to yourself? Huh?”

His face softened as he pushed hair out of your face.

“Every..every time you were angry at me or I would do something wrong or whenever you slap me..”

He listened every word carefully.

“I would pull a line.”

His head fell into his hands with a groan.

“FUCK”

“Kai you don’t have to-”

“I need more.“

“I need more to see how much I hurt you”

He grabbed you by the back of your pants and pulled them off.

“Please don’t..” tears stream down your face.

Your thighs were no different from your stomach. In pain, scratched and destroyed.

“You know I kill people because of you, just don't tell me I killed you too“ He was crying. He didn’t cry for three years. This made you feel bad. He knelt down and gently kissed every place where you hurt yourself. His big warm hands caressed your shivering skin. “Please let me stay in the cult” You said with a shaky voice. “You will. You will stay.”

“C’mere baby” He said as he added your clothes. "Get dressed" You were grateful to God that you would cover your sins with clothes. "You know..she saw me when I was leaving the bathroom" Kai raised his head to look at you while he buttoned your pants. "I was in a towel and the scars were visible. My stupidity."

There was silence, until he picked you up. “What are you doing?” You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. "We will watch a movie and cuddle, sounds good?" You nodded as he led you out of the kitchen.

His hand on your ass, the other reaching across your back towards your neck. As he carried you into the bedroom you heard Ally's voice. "Divine Ruler?" You buried your face in Kai’s neck in shame. "Tell them I'll be late." Ally nodded and went down to the basement without any questions. The smell of brion losion and mint entered your nostrils. It calmed you down.

You looked at him with lust in your eyes as you undressed in bed. When he turned on the movie he lay down next to you and pulled you close. Kai was pulling the blanket off your body as you shook your head. “Let them breathe sweetie.” When you realized how much you had destroyed your body, your eyes filled with tears. „It's alright bug.“ The nickname made you smile. He hugged you and made circles on your back. You let out a sob. “Shh..it's over.”

"They don't bother you? You still love me?”

"Of course they don't bother me." He said sweetly as he pulled you into a long kiss. “Come on I'll give you a bear cuddle” He said with his arms outstretched. You wiped your damp eyes and threw yourself at him.

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“And now what?” Harrison asked in annoyance.

“He said he'd be late. y/n wasn't well, probably because of that.”

“What does he have to do with her?” Meadow rolled her eyes. “To me, they looked pretty familiar to each other.”

“How much familiar?”

“It doesn’t matter. Really.”

“Ally.” The blonde warned.

“He was holding her ass”

“Oh looks like we’re getting babies” Harrison joked.

Everyone looked at him. “So they fuck.”

“And he said how important this topic is..but I don’t blame him, I also saw how much y/n tired is.” Beverly added.

“Yeah tired of wanting attention.”

“You will never get a ring from Kai, Mea, just give up already” said Ivy.

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“She's sleeping now.” Kai spoke quietly into the phone. “I know. You're right.” She sighed softly in her sleep, which caught her boyfriend's attention. “I want you to take her, she needs therapy.”

“No I don't have a heart don't talk shit.”

“It's very bad, I expect of you to give all of yourself so you can help her.”

“Okay, bye.”

When he finished the call with his older brother, he kissed her gently on the cheek and went down to the basement.

“I'm sorry I'm late, I had some things to do.”

Cult members looked at him. “y/n is not here with us, she is sick and needs peace.” Meadow's face fell. Anger? Surprise? What could she expect?

After agreeing on the plan for the next action, everyone left the basement. Since Meadow was last, he called her. “Meadow. Stay a little so we can talk”

“What is it Divine Ruler?”

“I wanted to thank you for telling me that thing today.” Her face suddenly lit up. “There’s no need to thank me my Divine Ruler, I was just doing my job.” “Really Meadow..thank you so much” he puts his hand on her shoulder. Kai wanted to fill her with hope and then destroy her. In the name of you. She wasn’t backstabber to him, but she was to you.

“You saved me.”

“Yeah?” She asked with smile.

“Yeah. Because you saved her.” Meadow's faces could no longer be read. He approached her and whispered in her ear.

“Is it also your job to make my girlfriend cry?”

She opened her mouth to say something , but Kai was faster.

"We have been together for six years, we can also call her a wife.”

“If you do something like this again, I swear I will kill you personally.”

She stayed quiet.

“You can go now.”

As Meadow walked up the stairs in embarrassment, he called out to her, “Also good night, sleep well!”

[dialovers-lover-xoxo]

❌❌❌ Warning: THIS POST CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL NSFW CONTENT! If you are a minor or sexual nsfw makes you uncomfortable please do not read under the cut ❌❌❌

You've been warned❗️

Other diaboys' versions linked at the end :)

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Ruki

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He was better than this. More sophisticated than this. Yet as his length strained at his jeans and the images of you naked under him, begging for his touch became more frequent, more intense in his mind, Ruki knew his desire had won out. Unbuckling his belt and shimmying his pants down, Ruki grasped his member firmly and began to stroke. His lips briefly parted for a lewd sigh before he snapped them shut again, too prideful to admit his hand on his length was pleasurable. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the pillow, stroking himself slowly. While he had plenty of memories and fantasies to choose from, Ruki picked a rather simple one to focus on. You were on the floor, kneeling for your master like the good little livestock you are, taking in every inch of Ruki's manhood. Fuck, he could almost feel your warm mouth around his shaft, sucking him off. He imagined tangling his fingers in your hair as you looked up at him with your big innocent eyes, hoping to please your master. "Good girl." Ruki cooed into the darkness of his bedroom. He ran his thumb over his sensitive tip and shuddered, moaning quietly. Those eyes of yours got him everytime, how they looked at him with trust, hoping for his approval. You were a good girl. He wanted to cum inside your mouth, or even better, your womanhood, but instead he cursed and tensed as he released his seed into his hand. He kept his hand wrapped around his member, even as he softened, panting slightly as he came down from his high.

Kou

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His perfect little kitty cat wasn't there for him in his time of need, how cruel of her. Well, it couldn't be helped. Kou reached into his briefs and began to touch himself. You always looked so cute with a tail over your ass and fluffy ears in your hair. Kou cursed the fact that you weren't with him. Growing angry, Kou started to pump his length faster. He wanted to be inside you, he wanted to hear your delicious moans as you got closer and closer to your orgasm, he wanted your nails clutching at his back as he pleasured with his member, his tongue, his fingers. Getting too close to the edge and wanting to draw this out, Kou slowed his movements, slowly rubbing his length. He moaned when he hit a sensitive spot. "Fuck." Fuck going slow, he wanted to cum. Gripping himself firmly, Kou pumped his length hard and faster until he arched up and groaned as he orgasmed. He ran a hand through his hair, panting.

Yuma

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He supposed getting hard in the shower beat getting hard out of nowhere in public. Taking advantage of the fact that his length was already wet, Yuma gripped himself, leaned against the shower door, and started to pump himself. He groaned loudly, knowing the running water in the shower would hide his sounds. Yuma leaned his head back and closed his eyes, imagining he was thrusting inside you. His hand didn't feel as good as your tight heat gripping him, but it felt good nonetheless. "Fuck, Sow." Yuma muttered under his breath. In his mind he saw his length slowly disappear inside you as he filled you to the brim. Your mouth opened for a cry of pleasure while your face contorted with ecstasy, stretching in the most amazing way as his huge member filled you up. Yuma started to thrust into his hand, imagining he was thrusting into you. He rubbed himself vigorously, too aroused to go slow. He felt himself get closer...and closer...until he exploded, shooting his seed all over the wall of the shower. Yuma leaned back, panting. When the hell would you be home? Hell, why'd he let you out of his sight in the first place? He's bury himself inside you the second you got home, that was a promise.

Azusa

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Before you, Azusa wasn't exactly unfamiliar with the pleasure derived from touching himself, but he usually relied on his knives on his arms to give himself pleasure. But with you in his mind, remembering your slow love-making that was only last night, Azusa got completely undressed. One hand stroking himself, the other teasing his nipple, Azusa moaned softly. "Eve..." He closed his eyes and remembered last night as he made love to you slowly, hearing your whimpers and drinking in your beautiful face. He always remembered your love making so vividly because he enjoyed giving you pleasure and receiving pleasure in return so much. But what's more was the closeness, the love you shared as the two of you moved as one. You were always so warm to the touch, your whole body. Azusa ran his thumb over his tip and moaned. He turned on his side and rubbed himself slightly faster, enjoying the feel of his hand, though he wished he was making love to you. "Eve!" He cried out, unconsciously he thrusted and then reached his orgasm, moaning, his eyes squeezed shut. "Hah..." Azusa heard the door creak open as you entered your shared bedroom. "Make love with me, Eve." Azusa stretched, welcoming you into his opened arms

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[your-regular-toast-enjoyer]

Yandere Dick Grayson headcanons/Yandere Nightwing headcanons

Dick Grayson x reader. Yandere!Dick Grayson x reader/ Yandere Dick Grayson x Reader

Nightwing x reader. Yandere!Nightwing x reader/ Yandere Nightwing x Reader

Word count: 3236 words

TW: GN reader, Yandere, kidnapping, toxic family relations, obsession, manipulation.

I’m imagining that the two of you met each other when you were young. Maybe you were a part of Teen Titans or Young Justice. Let’s say that you were someone’s sidekick. It doesn’t matter whose, as long as it isn’t Batman’s.

At first, he wouldn’t notice you much, he was too interested in Starfire, Koriand’r. And he already had a best friend in the form of Kid Flash, Wally West. 

You were likely not the team’s best fighter, not the worst either, just an average, middle-of-the-road hero sidekick, who followed your leader’s orders and got your job done with minimal obstacles. Perhaps you were also a bit of a lone wolf, doing most of your missions alone or with one specific teammate who’s your best friend on the team… Your version of a Wally, if you will… This would certainly keep your true skills and personality hidden from Dick longer.

For years, you were just another teammate to Dick. His friend? Certainly! But nothing more…

Then one day, during an incredibly dangerous mission, luck isn’t on the team’s side. You’re all hunched together behind a large object within some rogue’s lair, and Dick is trying to find any possible solution that will get you all out of there safely, all plans of completing the mission abandoned.

The whole team is focused on Dick, waiting patiently for his verdict. All, except you. You’ve spotted some weak spot or opening, which, (while risky), could bring this nightmare to a close for all of your teammates. You know that you’ll be putting yourself in a high-risk situation, that there’s a near-certain likelihood that you’ll get hurt and a chance of death which isn’t too far behind in terms of possibility. That’s exactly why you don’t mention your plans to anyone before setting them into motion. It’s irresponsible, but you see no other way out.

Jumping straight into the action, no one notices your disappearance until your opponent howls in excruciating pain. The entire team turns to you exploiting the enemy’s weakness to your advantage. They’re amazed, you’re getting attacks through to the foe they thought untouchable, well… You were… until your plan backfired spectacularly. 

The enemy gets one good hit in, and you’re on the ground, wheezing for air. Strange bulges on the sides of your costume clearly show how your ribs have cracked apart like sticks under a soldier’s boot. The team isn’t necessarily able to concern themselves with you right at that moment though as Dick orders them all to attack immediately. He then enlists the help of whichever other team member you’re closest to, to drag you back to your previous hiding spot. Making sure that you cannot be further harmed, as he then joins in on the fight.  

It isn’t until you’re laying passed out in a hospital bed, multiple surgeries having been done on your broken ribcage and ruptured spleen, that Dick cracks. He yells at your teammates to leave the room if they’ve come to visit you. “They need rest! Are you blind?! I can’t have all of you running in and out, disturbing their healing process!” The others relent, he’s got a point after all. Besides, what is the point of visiting you when you haven’t even woken up from the surgeries yet?

Only when Dick is sure that no one is there to see him does he break down. It starts with small droplets of salty tears collecting in his eyes, but as they start to roll further and collect in the bottom of his domino mask, he rips the thing off violently. Dick realises that this might be one of the first times where he has been around you without his mask. He usually keeps it on whenever he’s talking about missions… and he now recognises that’s pretty much all you two talk about. It makes him feel worse. He was so close to pretty much everyone in the team… everyone except you. What type of leader makes such a mistake? He’s supposed to be someone you can trust and talk to… Well, your previous stunt proves to him that you felt like you could do neither, and now you’re lying here, unconscious and brutally hurt… All because of Dick’s neglect. He vows to make it up to you.

He sits by your side for hours, holding your hand gently, until you wake up. “What were you thinking?” It comes out harsher than Dick intended it to, but he’s just frustrated at himself, he genuinely wanted to know what had been going through your head at that moment. Had you done it for the good of the team? To accomplish the mission? To punish him for his accidental negligence? Well! You’ve certainly done all three!

You answer all his questions curtly, which is to be expected and almost impressive… You just woke up from multiple extensive surgeries, (for which you were sedated), most others would be rambling at this point. 

It is after this event that Dick starts to keep constant tabs on you…Stalking you, if you will… He feels as if he needs to constantly know where you are, what you are doing, and who you are with. He feels that if he doesn’t know all these things constantly, then you are probably in danger. I mean, look what happened to you the last time Dick didn’t know where you were! 

You might start to notice how Dick will cling to your side the moment you enter one of the common areas. He’ll obsessively try to get to know you. Questions like, “What’s your favourite colour?”, “Who’s your favourite band?”, “Do you prefer apples or pears?”; “Vanilla or chocolate?”, “Cats or dogs?”, and so on, will be slung at you with impressive speed. It feels like he’s collecting information for some type of database…(which he might be)… and it will slowly start to make you uncomfortable.

Your discomfort at Dick’s interrogation-like behaviour might make you slowly go less and less out into the common areas, hoping to escape his company. 

You not coming out into the common area as often doesn’t sit right with Dick though. He gets anxious and starts to think that you’re distancing yourself from the entire team. That thought in turn leads to him thinking that you’re planning on quitting the team because of your accident, returning back to your mentor’s side as a sidekick once again.

Dick refuses to let that happen. He’ll put you on so many missions and patrols with him that you barely have time to do much else. You’ll start to miss your best friend from the team. You two used to do all your patrols together. However, now that you and Dick are always together, they have to go out on patrols with Koriand’r or Wally. It’s like a patrol partner shift, and you much preferred your old one.

One day you might confront Dick about his recent behaviour change and he panics. “What do you mean?! Are you saying that you don’t like my company?! I’m just trying to get to know you better! We never hung out before! Do you not like me or something?! Why are you complaining about hanging out with me?!” He looks so hurt that it’s hard for you to voice your concerns. It’s worse than a kicked puppy, this is a puppy that has been beaten with a bat. His look of betrayal is so intense that you slowly back off.

If you are someone who has a hard time seeing others hurting, you might ask him if he’s okay. What’s going on in his life? Does he wanna talk about it? If you do that, he’ll probably break down. He won’t be crying, Dick was after all raised by the Batman, but he might hug you close to him and explain how scared he was after your accident. How he truly thought he lost you. His speech will be so earnest that you’ll practically be unable to reprimand his behaviour change. I mean, how could you? Especially when your team leader has laid out his bleeding heart for you.

The truth is… Dick’s outburst was entirely fabricated. Does it mirror exactly how he feels? Yes. However, Dick uses his vulnerability as a weapon for manipulation. Oh! How could you treat him like that? He just wants to help! … Yeah, help himself alleviate this building sense of butterflies that is eating away at his stomach.

Dick is a manipulative little…not so little… shite. He will make you feel responsible for all of his negative emotions if you try to distance yourself from him. On the other hand, he’ll protect you from anything and everything… But boy does he make you aware that he’s going out of his way every. Single. Day. just to protect you from harm.

Your relationship with the other teammates will slowly deteriorate as Dick doesn’t feel he can trust them with you, keeping you away from them. Even your best friend. Dick himself will keep up appearances and keep them all close to him. He needs them to like him so that they won’t pose a threat to you.

Dick slowly realises while in the midst of his protective services that he doesn’t just see you as a vulnerable teammate anymore. He’s gained a massive crush on you. Your eyes are like diamonds to him and your voice is music to his ears. When you look at him, a strange pain in his lower abdomen emerges. He likes it. But you won’t.

When Dick realises his feelings, his behaviour will crank up to eleven. He doesn’t even consider that you might not like him. “That’s imperative”, he thinks. Dick is good-looking, he always has been, and people have always praised him for it. He has had multiple girlfriends and people who were willing to throw themselves at his feet for just a kiss. How could you not like him? Everyone else has always made him an object of desire… Whether he wanted to be or not. Well, this time he does.

Dick wants you to be just as crazy for him as he is for you. All the missions you go on will be with him alone. Your patrols with Dick will slowly start to turn into half date/half patrol, as he will flirt with you throughout the entire thing. Even when the two of you are fighting rogues, (which would pose a challenge, if he wasn’t as good of a fighter as he is, and as naturally charismatic as he can be). 

Whether you’re reciprocating his flirtatious behaviour or not doesn’t matter. If you do, he’ll be over the moon, ready to go to the nearest jeweller and buy a ring to propose with. If you don’t, he’ll just see you as shy. That’s okay, it’s cute!

Whatever your reaction to his flirting is, he’ll invite you to a family dinner with Bruce, Alfred and maybe Jason/Tim, (if you guys are in Young Justice and Dick has already picked up the mantle of Nightwing).

Whether or not you want to go to the dinner. You’ll be made acutely aware by Dick that it’s really not your choice. It’s his. Now, this might’ve signalled that something was off, but at this point, you’re all too used to this treatment.

When you’re sitting in Wayne manor at a long dinner table, wearing either an uncomfortably tight dress or a navy blue suit, (to match Dick’s), you notice how tense the air is, a knife wouldn’t even be able to cut it, you’d need a chainsaw. 

Dick had chosen and bought your outfit, he would never make you pay for anything. Still, the formality of it all is suffocating. As far as you are aware, you had simply come here as Dick’s friend. An extra person for him to chat with so he didn’t become bored. Wally had been here a bunch of times when they were younger, you remembered the two of them always taking off together, whenever they took time off.

Dick is finicky. Bruce’s cold stare penetrates you. Alfred seems nice but ultimately holds quiet. If either Tim or Jason is there, they’ll simply let their eyes wander from their brother to you, then back again.

You might try to alleviate the tensions by saying something like, “It’s nice to meet you all” or “It’s a pleasure to finally meet Dick’s family for the first time”. You might try to crack a joke, which only Dick will chuckle at. No matter what you do, you’ll simply receive a nod from Bruce, a smile from Alfred or a questioning look from the younger brother.

When the food is served, you’ll occupy yourself with that. If you have long hair, you’ll suddenly feel Dick take a piece of it and move behind your ear, while you’re trying to take a bite. If you don’t, Dick might wipe away some invisible food from the corner of your mouth. “I love you”, he suddenly mutters.

You stand still, taking in what Dick just said. You might try to play it off with a, “Yeah, you too, dude. You’re a great friend”. But Dick isn’t having it. He’ll be bolder in his confession. “I am in love with you”. Everyone at the table is now looking at you two. You realise why Dick brought you here. He wanted to put you on the spot so you couldn’t refuse. Manipulative as ever.

If you say that you reciprocate his feelings. Then the tension in the room suddenly dissipates. Bruce starts to indulge you in his dry humour. Alfred starts to act like the grandfather that everyone has always dreamed of, with old stories galore and soft jabs at the men in the family. Jason/Tim starts to share embarrassing stories of Dick. “Oh! Did you know that Dick once tried to make a summersault while hanging from the chandelier and then, when the thing swung too much, he was thrown through a window… Still landed the summersault though!” You’ll have a great evening, finally enjoying Alfred’s excellent cooking properly. Dick will be overjoyed and he’ll kiss you deeply multiple times throughout the night. You’ll properly end up sharing his bed in his old bedroom… Make of that what you will…

However, if you refuse his feelings. Saying that you do not reciprocate… Well, Dick will stand still for a second. They all will. Then Dick’s face will turn cold. Colder than you have ever seen it. “Did I say you had a choice in the matter?” Dick will tackle you to the ground, and wrestle with you until he finally has you in a joint lock. You might try to call out for the others to help you, but Alfred will have guided Dick’s younger brother back to his bed and Bruce is willing to do anything for his oldest son… even ignoring him kidnapping a teammate. Bruce will slowly retire to the Batcave, getting ready for patrol, as Dick forces his lips on yours, demanding that you either start loving him back or at least pretend to do so. 

As opposed to someone like adult Damian, Dick doesn’t care if you actually love him. He’d prefer you to do so, obviously. But to him, the most important thing is that he can play make-believe and that the two of you act like a loving couple. He doesn’t believe it to be a punishment to be with him, even if you don’t love him. He’s objectively handsome and he knows it, everyone else has always bowed down to him based on his looks and charisma, and he will make sure that you’re no different.

If you refuse his declaration of love, he’ll tie you up in his old childhood bedroom. He’ll quit your team on both of your behalfs, naming Aqualad as the new leader. From then on, he’ll fight by Bruce’s side as Nightwing, his way of paying back his father for seeing through his fingers with Dick’s crimes. When he’s not doing vigilante work, he’ll be right by your side. Caressing and loving you. Making you break to his will. And if your previous mentor has anything to say, Bruce will reassure them that something traumatic happened to you. That your best friend and boyfriend, Dick, is simply taking care of you until you’re feeling better. Since it’s Bruce, the Batman, telling them this, they won’t second guess it. He’s justice, after all.

Whether you reciprocated or not. Dick would probably find it safer for the two of you to stay in Wayne manor. Even if you did reciprocate his feelings, he’ll make both of you quit the team and move in with Bruce. 

When Dick judges that he can trust you enough, he’ll let you roam throughout the entire manor. Not outside though, Gotham is a dangerous city. The only safe place is within the manor’s walls since it’s so well-protected.

Bruce would enjoy having his oldest son back and he would partially credit this to you. He’d treat you relatively nicely. If there’s a hobby you really enjoy, Bruce might give you the go-ahead to just take one of the rooms in the manor and convert it into whatever you like, a gamer room? An atelier? Whatever you want it to be, go for it!

Alfred would be kind to you as well. If you’re stuck there against your will, he will feel immense guilt. But he is bound to follow Bruce’s orders and has no choice but to cooperate. He’ll always be there for you to talk and vent your frustrations to, though. He’ll even bake you his famous chocolate-chip biscuits if you want them.

If it’s Jason who’s in the house at the time, I can see him trying to connect with you tentatively by asking you to read Jane Austen to him or go to you when he needs to get patched up.

If it’s Tim, he might ask you about your time on the Teen Titans/Young Justice team, he’ll be in total awe, and might even get you to help him with homework, (even if he could’ve easily done it himself).

Whichever brother it might be, Dick will allow you to spar with them. He’d like for your fighting skills to stay well-tuned, in case you’ll ever need to defend yourself. You’ll never be better at fighting than Dick though, he’s trained since he was a pre-teen and his mentor was Batman… There’s no beating that.

In short. Dick will keep you forever. He’ll be obsessive and protective, nothing will come between your love, not even you. He’ll use his father’s unconditional love for his eldest son to his advantage, and he’ll manipulate you every which way fits him. He’ll build a family with you, whether you want to settle down or not, and not once regret any of it. If you fight his love, he’ll have no sympathy. Dick is confident, he’s been treated as an object of eros by the press and most others outside his family since he was a teen, all because of his agreeable personality and striking looks. It warped his perception of self massively. He doesn’t understand that there could ever be anyone who doesn’t want him. So, to be extra concise. If you gain him as a yandere, you’re royally screwed.

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Can you write a hurt/comfort Morpheus x F!Reader where the reader is good friends with Morpheus and continuously helps around The Dreaming until the reader’s diminishing presence in the realm due to worsening sleep becomes a point of concern, leading to the discovery that the reader’s insistence to help others is a way for her to put aside her own problems and not have to deal with them, and Morpheus finally convinces her to get the rest she so desperately needs?

Sorry if this is too long or too specific, but if it needs to be cut down, then just a one-shot about a F!Reader who puts everyone else’s needs before her own and Morpheus confronts her about it?

Hiding In Plain Sight

(Morpheus x Female Reader)

Warnings: Burnout, problem avoidance, a bout of insomnia, Reader's father in an accident, language, anxiety, innuendo

Word Count: 2216

A/N: Thank you for the request! This one took me a bit to start because I didn't know where to begin. I tried really hard to do your original idea and not the shortened version so I hope you like it. I did make Morpheus and the reader in an established relationship kinda on accident. I was 80% of the way through when I reread your request and was like shit "good friends." So, I hope that isn't a deal breaker. I also added a tiny little sprinkle of innuendo at the end because the story had a mind of its own at that point.

You had never seen Lucienne so…frazzled. You didn’t think she could be anything other than calm and composed. However, it seemed the Dreaming was going through a "repair," as she put it.

One moment landscapes would disappear or change from green to fuchsia. Books would launch off the shelves. Trees would sprout legs, and those with legs would plant themselves into the ground.

All in all, the Dreaming was experiencing a sort of glitch.

Morpheus and Lucienne were quick to assure you it was nothing to worry about, but it did cause them all a headache. Thankfully, if closely monitored, they could prevent any alterations.

You couldn’t help but giggle the more you thought about it. The Dreaming was in its rebellious teen years.

Lucienne had been spread so thin between the glitching and the library. You offered to take over the latter while you were there. And although she was hesitant, she trusted you, and a few days later, she felt comfortable leaving you alone.

The repetition of cataloging and shelving books helped you more than you’d ever tell her. It made you feel in control, needed, useful.

If she or Morpheus ever asked, you’d say everything was fine. You didn’t want to bother anyone.

Things were weighing on you in the Waking World.

Your rent was increasing. Your boss had tasked you with a large project for the first time. Your coworker had left for maternity leave, and you were picking up her clients and projects.

Additionally, your father had a nasty fall last week. You were constantly driving him to doctor’s appointments and running for anything he needed until he was on his feet again.

It was overwhelming. The mere thought of it all nearly sent you into a panic. You’d do anything to avoid it. So, you found ways to help Morpheus and the other residents of the Dreaming.

You loved it here. Not only for its magic and beauty but for Morpheus, too. He was ever present, even if you couldn’t see him. Being in his realm felt like nothing could touch you. It was like you could breathe a little easier.

He always made it a point to visit you. He’d spend hours with you, and when you questioned him about why he wasn’t dealing with the glitching, he’d give you this tilt of his lips and say, “No need to worry.”

The library wasn’t the only place you found solace from your troubles. Sometimes Merv would let you take on smaller jobs, or you’d hand him tools and keep him company. On other days, you’d watch Goldie while Cain and Abel were away doing something for Morpheus. You had actually taught the gargoyle fetch by accident.

While the creature held a special place in your heart, your favorite thing to do was watch Morpheus create dreams. He was always so invested in making them perfect. It sent a shiver up your spine when he asked for your opinion. And more often than not, he’d utilize it.

You sat in a plush chair he had conjured for you, observing him. He always stood so proud, like nothing could unbalance him. It was reassuring.

“What do you think?” he asked, breaking you from your thoughts.

He had crafted a burgundy creature who stood no taller than three feet. Its fur blew in the subtle breeze as its hooves tentatively tested the shifting sand. Its face was almost frog-like, but its eyes held intelligence that suggested it was wise beyond its years.

You gave Morpheus a small smile. “Perfect.”

The tilt of his lips was the only indication he had heard you. Then, he sent the creature off.

Morpheus was about to say something, but the sky flashing green, then yellow, stopped him.

He stayed trained on it. “They are coming quicker now.”

“How long do you think this will last?” you asked. It had already been two weeks.

“I can’t be certain. But I believe we’re coming to the end.” He offered you his hand to help you up.

“You should give Lucienne a vacation after all this.” You made your way back to the palace, fingers interlocked.

“Perhaps you could fill in for her.” His shoulder brushed yours. “I quite like having you here.”

Your shy grin was answer enough. “I like being here.”

If only you could express how much.

—

You waved goodbye to your neighbor and his daughter as they left. His babysitter had canceled last minute, and you just happened to be within hearing distance from him when it happened. You offered right away. Taking your mind off this project had to help you in the long run. It’d give you fresh eyes. Besides, she was a sweet kid and always wanted to talk about Morpheus, which you wholly welcomed.

She had seen him entering your apartment and asked him so many questions her father had to pull her back inside.

You'd take any chance you got to gush about Morpheus, especially with someone who dreamily compared you two to a prince and princess. A bit self-indulgent? Absolutely. But did it set your heart on fire and make you smile like an idiot? You bet.

If only you could tell her that she wasn’t too far off.

Getting into bed was wonderful. Every day seemed like it got longer and longer. When it finally came time to close your eyes and go to the Dreaming, you would’ve sworn you haven’t been there in months.

You tossed and turned, your mind trailing to the project details, the upcoming appointments for your father, then all of the little things you had to do for yourself. At least when you picked up your dad’s groceries, you could pick up yours. But your heat was acting up, your car had to be inspected, and your coworker’s clients were borderline assholes to you. God forbid you asked a simple question to clarify. They'd jump down your throat like you were supposed to know the answer because obviously, your coworker had all the time to share every detail of their file. Honestly, you couldn’t blame her if she forced the baby out early to get away from them.

Before you knew it, midnight ticked over to five in the morning, and you hadn’t fallen asleep. You hadn’t gotten to see Morpheus. You didn’t get to help the Dreaming.

There was a pit in your stomach throughout the day. It wasn’t like you to not sleep.

All you could do was take a deep breath and power through. At least you didn’t have meetings today. You could focus on your work and chug a shit-ton of coffee and hope you’d make a dent in the workload.

That was wishful thinking.

If anything, you’d been handed more to do. So much so that you had to take some home to finish.

When you finally yawned for the hundredth time, you crawled into bed. You were exhausted. You wanted to be held by Morpheus. To watch as he crafted dreams and kept the Dreaming from going too haywire. 

But again, you couldn't find rest. All you could do was think about what would come tomorrow.

—

“Lucienne, have you seen (Y/N)?” Morpheus asked, searching the areas of the library he could see.

Her brow furrowed. “No, my lord. I thought she was with you today.”

“No.” His voice was faint as if trailing off in thought. “Was she with you yesterday?”

Lucienne set her pen down. “No. I haven’t seen her in quite a few days. Have you spoken to Abel or Mervyn?”

“Yes.” An uneasiness formed in his stomach. “They’ve all said the same.”

“It’s not like her to have trouble sleeping.”

Lucienne was concerned about you recently. The last time she saw you, you seemed distracted. She could tell something was wrong, but when she questioned you, you reassured her, saying everything was fine.

You did the same with Morpheus.

He had sensed an unsteadiness in you. As if you were walking the thinnest of lines between dreaming and consciousness. It was so unlike you. You were always so present when with him that your tension stood out.

He had to make sure you were alright.

“I’m going to check on her,” he said.

Lucienne nodded. “Take as much time as she needs.”

He planned on doing just that.

—

It had been days since you saw Morpheus. Days since you’d been in the Dreaming.

All you wanted to do was inhale the scent of chamomile and sandalwood on his skin and have him tell you everything would be okay.

But your mind wouldn’t shut off. You couldn’t relax enough to go into that deep sleep. And even if you could, Morpheus was still dealing with the glitching. He was busy keeping everything running, and you couldn’t even help because you couldn’t fall asleep!

You carried your dinner plate into the kitchen. Your stomach had been in knots since this morning when your boss emailed you about moving up the due date for the project. It now needed to be submitted tomorrow. Between the appointment you had to take your dad to and meetings you scheduled with your coworker’s clients, you weren’t sure if you’d make it. You’d worked on the project all day, and everything about it screamed: rushed. You’d be working well into the morning to get it anywhere near where you wanted.

You’d barely touched your food and were about to throw it in a container when your foot caught the leg of a barstool. You caught the counter edge but couldn't stop the plate from bouncing off and smashing on the hardwood floor.

That was all it took. The shattering of the dish and the red sauce seeping into the cracks buckled your knees. And you cried.

You couldn’t even stop a damned plate from breaking. How were you going to finish this project? How were you going to care for your dad? How were you going to—

“(Y/N)?”

You gasped, trying to stop the tears and rid yourself of any wetness as you whipped around.

There stood Morpheus, his eyes full of concern.

You bowed your head and wrapped your arms around yourself. Why did he have to see you like this?

Silently, he took you into his arms. His hands slid to your shoulders, bringing you as close to him as possible.

He didn’t speak for the longest time, only let you cry, let you rid yourself of the frustration and panic and worry. Your weight slowly sank into him as you wore yourself out.

When you were reduced to sniffling, he finally spoke.

“Do you want to tell me?”

You wanted to say no, to pretend everything was fine, and hold him. But it had felt like forever since you’d been with him, and you forgot just how powerful he was. Not because he was an Endless, but how he looked at you—like you were a crucial part of him. Like he needed to know everything about you. Like he loved you.

So, you told him. Everything you’ve dealt with these past few months and all your insecurities. You cried again, and he held you again. And all throughout, that look never changed. He never thought less of you.

“My heart,” he whispered once you’d finished. “You must take care of yourself.” His thumb brushed along your cheekbone. “Before taking care of others.”

“But I don’t—it doesn’t—”

“Let me help you.” His eyes were so soft, so gentle, so pleading. 

You stared at him through tears. He had always been there for you. He was as solid and stable as a statue with the warmth of the sun. He wanted to take care of you and love you and he saw you. He saw you as no one else did.

You slowly nodded, letting out a choked sob as you threw your arms around his neck.

“I am here, my love,” he breathed into your temple. “I am here.”

Your cries quieted for the last time; his hand's rhythmic motion on your back made it easy. You didn’t want to pull away.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, eyes still closed and head in the crook of his shoulder.

“You need not apologize for anything. I should have been more aware.”

“You had a whole kingdom to worry about,” you said into his neck.

“You are my priority.” He pulled back to cup your cheeks, ensuring you couldn’t look away. “I will always choose you.”

Words couldn’t express what that meant—they couldn’t properly reciprocate. So, you did the one thing that could potentially match it.

You pulled him by his jacket into a searing kiss. You poured everything you were into it as his hands gripped your hips.

Yours slid into his hair, the silky strands tangling in your fingers. You couldn’t bring him close enough.

You had to separate, but he didn’t let you go far, making you pant into his mouth.

“Come,” he urged. “I have neglected you. I must remedy my mistake.”

His seriousness made you giggle, and a smile slipped onto his face.

“My favorite sound,” he said, grazing your bottom lip. Then, a glint ignited his eyes, and the corner of his lips lifted. “I intend to get my other favorite out of you.”

[didishawn]

Part 2 for Dumb Boy (Gavi), pleaseeeeee. An happy end

Begging for forgiveness (Gavi x Reader)

Good ending for Gavi in Dumb boy

Bad ending for Gavi

Warnings: lots of Spanish, this is the good ending for Gavi version, Gavi regrets it all, mentions of the past bullying

Masterlist

Gavi has become quite the philosopher lately.

Regret fills his veins, anger and hatred towards himself, nostalgy, he hasn't seen you in a while, and even if he has spent his whole life pretending to hate you and your presence, he is miserable.

Things have also been terrible with the team, on the pitch everything is good, but he can feel Ansu's hatred look directed at himself and things are not the same with Pedri either.

He knows his parents know something had went down in between you both, but neither ever ask about it, he mentally thanks you for not saying anything about the whole thing, or he would probably be cut off by now.

He knows about your life what he hears from others, you have him blocked everywhere and all your social media is private so he can't just make himself a fake account. He knows you are still friends with the rest of the guys, the only signals that you are still good are the stories posted by one of them, mostly Ansu, who he knows to now be your best friend, you seem to get along with Balde too as well with the new guy, Ferran, the same with Eric and the rest.

"Es su cumpleaños pronto, ¿va a hacer algo?" he asks Ansu one day when it's only the two of them left on the dressing room. (it's her birthday soon, is she doing anything?)

"Que yo sepa, no es asunto tuyo. No quiere verte, Gavi, olvídate" (as far as I'm concerned, it's none of your business. She doesn't want to see you, Gavi, forget about it)

"Venga, Ansu, necesito verla, necesito arreglar las cosas" (come on, Ansu, I need to see her, I need to fix this)

"Lo que tú quieras da igual, lo importante es ella, y ella pasa de ti. Intenta hacer lo mismo" (what you want doesn't matter, she is what matters, and she doesn't want anything to do with you. Try to do the same)

Gavi is left alone, he gives a long sigh, face buried on his hands, frustration has taken over his mind.

On the ride home, he tries to get information out of Pedri, but the boy refuses to tell him anything, and even threatens Gavi to forget about the subject or from now on he would have to ride a bike to and from training.

On the dining table, Aurora calls him out on his sad expression.

"¿Se puede saber que te pasa? Llevas meses igual" (care to tell us what is going on with you? It's been months since you are like this)

"No me pasa nada" (nothing is wrong)

"¿Enserio?" asks his father "¿Nada que ver con y/n y que sus padres dicen que no te quiere ver ni en pintura?" (seriously? Nothing to do with y/n and that her parents say she doesn't want to see you?)

Gavi doesn't say anything, but his parents know something has went down in between the two of you, yet they don't know exactly what.

"Su cumpleaños es en nada, podrías aprovechar y disculparte" (her birthday is soon, you can take the chance to apologise)

"Ella no me quiere ahí" (she doesn't want me there)

"Por favor, como si alguna vez hicieras caso" (please, as if you ever listen)

His mother is right, because the very same day, he is standing in front of your house and knocking on your door, he carries flowers, sunflowers, your favorites, the ones he used to always mock you about liking them so much.

There is a bright smile as you open the door, yet disappears when your eyes meet his figure.

"¿Qué estás haciendo aquí? Pensaba que te había dicho que no te quiero ver" (what are you doing here? I thought I told you I don't want to see you)

"Necesitaba verte" (I needed to see you)

"Bueno, ya me has visto, lárgate con tus flores" (well, you have seen me, now go away with those flowers of yours)

You try to close your door, but he sticks his foot.

"¿Enserio?" (seriously?)

"Tu cumpleaños es en unos días" (your birthday is in a few days)

"Gracias, no me había dado cuenta" you roll your eyes and glare at him. (thanks, I hadn't realised)

"Déjame estar ahí para ti, déjame demostrarte que sé lo gilipollas que he sido todo este tiempo. Te juro que me comportare y haré todo por que me perdones" (let me be there for you, let me show you that I know how much of an asshole I have been this whole time. I promise I will behave and do whatever is necessary for you to forgive me)

You think about it for a moment, then nod, making him grin excitedly.

"No te emociones mucho, no estás perdonado ni de lejos. Es solo para ver si te das cuenta que ninguna de tus excusas de mierda son necesarias y que te vayas" (don't get too exited, you are a long way from being forgiven. It's only so you realise that none of your excuses are necessary so you can go away)

"Haré lo que quieras, de verdad, verás que merece la pena darme una segunda oportunidad" (I will do anything, really, you will see that giving me a second chance is worth it)

"Bueno, estate aquí tipo cuatro, no tienes entrenamiento ese día, ¿no?" (well, be here by four, you don't have training that day, right?)

Gavi excitedly shakes his head and you nod, he then offers you the flowers, you take them and close the door without a word. He leaves with a happy strout to his step.

The day of your birthday, he is in your front door even earlier than accorded, a gift for you in hand he knows you want and a bright smile on his face. He knocks and waits. You open the door, clearly confused at him being at your front door so early.

"Pensé te había dicho cuatro" (I thought I told you to be here at four)

"No podía esperar" (I couldn't wait)

"Bueno, supongo no te puedo dejar aquí fuera, venga pasa" (well, I suppose I can't just leave you here, come on in)

Inside, everything seems ready for the party, he looks around the living room, taking the scenery in, everything is so you.

You indicate him to sit down and he does, you do too, silence takes over the room, you look everywhere but at him, he is the opposite, taking your beauty in, his breath is caught in his throat.

"Sabías que tu también me gustabas antes, ¿no?" Gavi almost chocked on his own spit "Al principio yo me pensaba que solamente me molestabas porque yo también te gustaba, pero después todo fue a peor y solo pensar en estar en la misma habitación que tú me hacía querer morirme" (you know I liked you before, right? I used to think that you only bothered because you liked me to, but things got worse and the thought of being stuck with you on the same room madre me want to die)

You take in a deep breath and continue "Aún así, cada vez que te veía rezaba porque me dijeras algo bueno, porque me demostraras que te importaba lo más mínimo, y nunca lo hiciste. Lo más cercano que tuve fue cuando empecé a salir con mi ex, tú lo odiaba, pero yo siempre supuse que no tenía nada que ver conmigo. Hasta esa noche" (still, every time I saw you I prayed for you to tell me something good, for you to show me that you cared at least a bit for me, but you never did. The closest thing I had were your comments when I started dating my ex, you hated him, but I always thought that it had nothing to do with me dating him. Until that night)

"¿Te acuerdas?" you ask, he nods. (do you remember?)

"Te dije que no era suficiente para ti, que era un cabron y te merecías algo mejor" (I told you he wasn't enough for you that he was an asshole and you deserved better)

"No sabes lo feliz que me hizo. Pensé que por fin demostrabas que yo también te importaba. Yo estaba preparada para dejarle, yo pensaba que esa era una extraña manera de decirme que tú eras con quien yo debía estar" your expression turns sour "Y luego te escucho decirle a Pedri que no entiendes como mi ex se rebajó tanto el nivel para estar con alguien como yo" (you don't know how happy that made me. I thought you were finally showing me how you cared about me, a strange way to tell me you were the one I should have been with. Then I heard you telling Pedri that you don't know how my ex lowered his expectations so much to be with someone like me)

"Estaba borracho" (I was drunk)

"Eso no lo justifica, Pablo. Me rompiste el corazón una vez más, me dejaste como una tonta" (that is not a justification, Pablo. You broke my heart once more, you made me look like an idiot)

"Lo siento" (I am sorry)

"Se que lo estás. Me lo ha estado diciendo todo el mundo. Todos se esperan que te perdone" (I know you are. Everyone has told me. They are all waiting for me to forgive me)

"No lo tienes que hacer hasta que estés preparada" (you won't have to do it until you are ready)

"Vas a tener que esperar un buen rato" (you will have to wait a long while)

"No me importa, esperaré lo que haga falta" (I don't care, I will wait as long as necessary)

It takes months for you to even consider Gavi a friend, but little by little you manage to heal and forgive, every day Gavi trying to show you his true self, not the inmature one.

After that, it takes even longer before you two eventually kiss, and a while after that to become a couple.

It's all worth it, Gavi thinks, you two cuddling on his coach, you as his girlfriend, the past is not forgotten, it never will, but you two keep on looking towards the future.

Together.

[here2bbtstrash]

birthday drabble 10 - myg

@chaoticabstractism asked: 1, 79, 82, 95. You already know whom I want, but I’m still gonna say it: Min fucking yoongi

pairing: yoongi x reader, ft. literally one second of hoseok lol contains: smut!! dom husband yoongi need i say more 🥵🥵, reader is a brat and had too much tequila (not drunk just horny), minor dirty talk/teasing/ass grabbing, suggested infidelity as teasing, semi-public indecency (at the office party/in a car in the parking lot), spanking as punishment, thigh riding, a smidge of crying, squirting-ish? idk she's ~juicy summary: when you misbehave at his office party, your husband has no choice but to punish you.

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Your husband should have known better than to leave you unattended at a party with an open bar. He’s being professional about it tonight, nursing a single glass of whiskey while he schmoozes with all the fancy record label people who want a piece of him. You can hardly blame them.

But you are under no such obligation. This is not your place of work, you barely know anyone here– and frankly, you’re bored. Yoongi promised it would only be an hour at most, but it’s been nearly two.

So you’ve done a few tequila shots. There was really nothing else to do. Leaning up against the bar, you take another sip from your glass of water in an attempt to pace yourself. You don’t want to be the drunkest one in the room, but there are a gaggle of men that Yoongi sarcastically dubbed the “finance bros” who seem to have that title on lock for the night. Which, in your estimation, means you have room to get a little silly.

Just as his name enters your mind, the mass of people in the center of the room parts, and your husband steps through, eyes clearly scanning for you. Speak of the devil. As much as you love the casual version of him in t-shirts and joggers that you encounter daily, there’s something about him in a suit that really does it for you.

God, you could jump him right now. Maybe tequila was a bad choice.

Yoongi’s eyes alight on you, and you see some emotion on his face that looks like a mixture of concern and intrigue. He’s probably piecing together the fact that he just disappeared to mingle for a solid thirty minutes, and that he left you alone at the bar– and that you’re now making aggressive bedroom eyes in his direction.

When you shoot him a wink, you swear he crosses the room in three seconds.

“What are you doing?”

You look up at him innocently, trying to hide your smile. “Standing. Waiting for you. Drinking tequila.” His eyes widen at the last one. Your husband is well aware of the liquor’s effect on you– there’s a reason he chose Mexico for your honeymoon.

“How much have you had?”

“I’m fine, Yoongi.” You giggle a little despite yourself as you bring your hand up to gently cup his face. “You just look really good, that’s all.”

He sighs, giving you a few seconds to squish his cheek undisturbed before he brings his hand up to cover yours and pulls you off of him. You intertwine your fingers with his as he smooths his other hand over your hair and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry this is taking so long. There are a bunch of executives from overseas here that I didn’t account for. I promise I’m almost done.”

“Wanna do a shot with me?” You waggle your eyebrows at him, tugging on your joined hands, and you see a muscle in his jaw work.

“Nope, I’m cutting you off. I need all of your clothes to stay on in front of my coworkers, please.”

“Yoongi!” You stomp your foot like a literal child. “I’m not drunk!”

He surveys you for a moment, then nods. “You’re not. You’re horny, which is arguably worse.”

You open your mouth to argue, but he releases your hand, sliding his palm to press against the small of your back instead. You swear you can feel the heat of his touch radiate up your spine, and it feels so good you have to let your eyes flutter closed for a moment. Maybe he has a point.

“Come on,” Yoongi prompts you, and when you open your eyes again, you can see him fighting to keep a smile off his face. “Let’s do one more round so I can show off my hot wife to everyone, and then I’ll take you home.”

You beam at his compliment, finding his tie with one hand and giving the end of it a gentle tug. “And then what are you gonna do to me?”

He only quirks an eyebrow in answer, but it’s an answer you know well: Everything.

Yoongi shakes his head a little, but his smile is even more apparent now as he once again extracts himself from your grip. He presses his lips to the shell of your ear. “Now, behave.”

You allow him to guide you through various groups of his coworkers, and you do your best to smile and exchange pleasantries like you aren’t overwhelmingly turned on.

When conversations spin off into tangents full of music industry jargon, your thoughts wander to inappropriate places before you can stop them. Not that you want to. There are multiple occasions where someone says your name, clearly having just asked a question, and you have to snap back to reality and ask them to repeat it, because you were absolutely not paying attention; you were too busy thinking about getting railed by your husband. You don’t say the last part out loud.

Yoongi keeps sneaking glances at you, and whenever he notices that glazed-over look in your eyes, he keeps you in check with a gentle shoulder nudge or hip bump. You scrunch your nose up at him in frustration when he does– you don’t want to be kept in check. 

Well, you do, but not in that way.

As you stand there, trying not to go cross-eyed over an excruciating sidebar between the director of something and the head of who-gives-a-shit, you do your best to be subtle about it. You turn your head away from the group, lips floating right by Yoongi’s ear, and keep your voice low enough that only he can hear.

“I’m too wet to stand here and listen to this.”

His eyebrows nearly jump off his forehead, and you watch his gaze flit over every other person in the circle, clearly checking to make sure no one heard you. There’s a moment’s pause where you think that reaction might be all you get, and then he ducks his head and murmurs his response.

“What did you just say?”

You try to keep the evil out of your smile, beaming at him pleasantly, like you’re talking about grocery shopping or your next vacation. “You heard me.”

The hand pressed to your lower back moves in a gentle circle, but his next words are anything but. “Don’t think I’m letting you get away with that, darling.”

The pet name is almost enough to make you laugh out loud, and you can’t help but press your luck. It might get you out of here faster, you reason.

“I hope you don’t, cutie.” Lightning-quick to avoid detection, you bring your hand to his ass for a firm squeeze.

Yoongi full-body flinches, enough that the important businessperson standing to his right glances over to make sure he’s okay. Your husband has fast reflexes, thankfully, because he quickly presses his mouth into his elbow, feigning a cough to cover your bad behavior.

“Excuse me,” he says politely, and it seems to be enough to avoid suspicion. The mind-numbing conversation continues without you.

“You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.” His voice is deadly serious in your ear, and you run your tongue along your back teeth as you smile up at him.

“You keep threatening me with a good time, Yoongs. Not the best tactic if you’re trying to get me to stop.”

Yoongi’s jaw twitches, but he says nothing, trying to be an obedient little worker and keep up with the discussion that you couldn’t care less about. With a frustrated sigh, you continue to glance over his shoulder, your gaze finding the gaggle of finance bros again.

They’re hovering closest to the speakers that are blasting terribly bland pop music– you’d think a music industry party would have better taste– and have clearly challenged each other to some kind of dance battle. Your head tilts slightly as you watch them, grateful for any form of entertainment, and you realize that you actually do remember one of their names.

Jung Hoseok. He and Yoongi have known each other for ages, and he’s always been sweet to you. And, damn, you did not know he could move like that.

You dip your head towards Yoongi’s ear again, more determined than ever to rile him up. “Maybe I should ask Hoseok to fuck me instead. He certainly looks like he knows what he’s doing, just look at those hips.”

You’ve never seen your husband fight harder to suppress rage in his life. Before he can come up with any sort of reply, one of the boring conversationalists pipes up. “I think I need another round. Anyone else?” You wave to indicate your disinterest while Yoongi stays stock-still, and the circle dissipates to head for the bar, leaving the two of you alone together.

You slide both of your hands up your husband’s chest, trying to act sweet, like you didn’t just discuss fucking his coworker. “Can we please leave now?”

When you look up at him through your lashes, he has a familiar dark glint in his eyes– you know what that look means, and it’s enough to have every muscle in your body tensing with the knowledge that he will absolutely be wrecking you when you get home.

“Come on,” he grunts, and the hand pressing into your back is insistent now, pushing you forward. Yoongi doesn’t relent until you’re out of the building entirely and standing in front of his car in the parking lot.

But the next words out of his mouth surprise you. “Back seat. Now.”

You open the car door and slide in obediently, watching through the window as he circles around to get in on the other side. When he turns to look at you, you don’t think you’ve ever seen his eyes burn with such intensity.

He smacks a hand over his knee, loud enough that you jump a little. “Get up here. Bend over. I’m not kidding.”

Oh, fuck. It’s all you can do not to smile in a mix of delight and terrified anticipation as you crawl across the seat and lay over his knee.

Yoongi wastes no time, instantly hiking your dress up to expose your ass, and you outright moan when his hand roughly cups your sex over your panties. They're soaked through with your arousal that’s been building up all night, enough that your inner thighs stick together. The fact that any of his coworkers could walk out into the parking lot and see you like this just sends a fresh wave straight to your cunt.

“I told you to behave,” Yoongi says starkly, and you grit your teeth to bite back a whimper.

His hand cracks down so hard over your exposed ass that you shoot forward a little, some primal instinct to get away from the pain kicking in. The motion makes your cunt grind over his leg, and your thighs tremble at the sudden stimulation after such a long night of waiting for it, the insane mix of pain and pleasure.

“Oh, shit,” you hiss, but Yoongi speaks over you.

“That is for talking dirty in front of my coworkers. Ready for another?” The fact that he asks, that he’s taking care of you even now, isn’t lost on you. God, you love this man.

Your clit throbs in desperation, and you slowly nod your head. The second spank lands even harder than the first, giving you enough momentum that you rock against his thigh a few times, and you’re edged so hard now that you’re nearly delirious.

“That,” Yoongi continues, “is for grabbing my ass in public.”

“F-fuck, Yoongi,” you choke out, realizing belatedly that a tear is streaming down your face. You don’t think you’re going to make it.

“What is it, love?” His voice is instantly gentler, and he brings his hand up to run tenderly over the skin he’s just abused. “Just one more, and then we’re done.”

“I-I,” you gasp, trying to think straight enough to form words, your forehead pressing hard into the leather of the backseat. “I n-need it. Please, please. Don’t hold back.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, because this one’s for suggesting that you’d like to fuck Hoseok.”

His hand comes down so hard across your backside that you swear you see stars. Your whole body was shaking even before he made contact, and the way this third smack forces your cunt to slide over his leg a final time is too much.

You cry out, not giving a fuck if anyone else in the parking lot might be able to hear, as an unexpected yet simultaneously edged-all-night orgasm rips through you, your cunt clenching hard around nothing.

You continue to rut against Yoongi’s thigh as your walls pulse, and you can feel fluid leaking out of you, fully running down your leg and probably soaking into his dress pants.

“Oh my god.” The angry, dominating persona has suddenly evaporated from Yoongi’s voice. “Did you seriously just come?”

“Yes,” you groan into the seat, still recovering.

You feel his hands move to cup your shoulders, and you allow him to sit you up, feeling like a weightless rag-doll. He wipes away one of the tears that are still running down your face.

“Jesus fucking christ, you’re a mess,” Yoongi laughs, but you know he says it with love because he chases it with a gentle kiss. “Let’s get you home, hmm?”

You can only nod dumbly in agreement.

“I have a bruised ego to tend to,” he continues dryly. “Guess I’ll just have to remind you that Jung fucking Hoseok won’t go down on you for an hour.”

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

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Part 10 of my 🌙 series!

Read part 9 here

Werewolf!Billy Russo x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), a bus load of angst, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, creampie.

You pick at the edges of the dress, nervously debating in your head if you'd chosen the right style in such short notice.

Karen had barged into your room and revealed everything she knew to you, leaving you more gaping fish that human.

And now?

You were at the real wedding ceremony. The one tomorrow only being a formality for the people that didn't know about the creatures of the night.

Frank had explained in the car. Yes, Frank, Billy's best friend, and when you'd nervously asked if Billy would be there, wiping your sweaty palms into your dress, you'd let out a sigh of relief when Frank had said no.

He was having trouble keeping his wolf in check, Frank had said, which made you concerned about him, hoping he was okay.

So now, you'd dutifully stood in the corner of the room, watching everyone greet each other excitedly. Karen had disappeared to handle some of her bridesmaid duties and left you beside Maria, where you did your best to be a professional background member.

It was lovely to meet everyone, even though you felt a little awkward. The people around you seemed so close knit, happily enjoying themselves as if it were any other family gathering.

Your dress was a lovely little red wrap, that hugged your waist and flared out at your hips, something well worn through the short time you'd owned it for.

You were at a lovely place, something owned by Curtis, the groom. A place that was more garden and forest than it was buildings.

.

Maria had given you a footnote version of the wedding ceremony a few minutes earlier. Everyone would go out back, to the edge of the forest, and the couple would say their vows in the moonlight, sealing a bond for life.

It had sounded beautiful, beyond your imagination, and when you try to visualise it now, all you could think about were you and Billy doing the same thing.

It was outrageous, insane, for your brain to still be yearning for him when he wanted nothing to do with you.

You shake your head to clear the fog.

You were still simmering over the realisation that you couldn't have an orgasm, you felt flushed and sensitive with the frustration burning through your body. How was it possible that Billy had ruined you, not just for other men, but ruined you for yourself as well?

Still, although it was terrible now, you knew it wouldn't last forever.

Or at least you hoped.

A bell chimes somewhere in the room of people, silencing them for a brief moment, before everyone begins moving out back.

Maria loops her arm around yours, and you look at her curiously.

"The moon's almost at its highest, which means it's time."

You smile in understanding, allowing her to pull you out back, where your breath is stolen by the view.

The garden is gorgeous, several gazebos framing the area, in the middle is a bubbling fountain. There are lights in some of the shrubs, and a lane of lanterns that show a path through the area.

You follow the crowd, and you look up at the moon in awe.

It's so big, and bright and it's the source of the most light, and it makes you feel so small in its radiance.

Past the fountain, and you see the edge of the forest, where Frank, and Curtis stand under the nearest tree.

There are mysterious glowing objects hanging from the tree, it looks like rocks of some kind, but you're not sure that rocks are supposed to glow like that, a range of blues, purples and greens with hints of white light emanating from each object.

"Moonstone." Maria explains, "It glows in the moonlight when there are wolves around."

You notice it too, the closer the crowd gets, the brighter the crystals glow until they twinkle like stars right above your head.

There are chairs on either side of an aisle, and you take your time, sitting in the second row beside Maria.

You watch Frank's eyes as he sees his wife, his eyes flashing yellow for a brief second and you know she's smiling back at him.

You wish it didn't hurt to look at them, you wish it made you happy. You really, really wanted to be happy for them. Your bottom lip wobbles and your throat tightens.

Something distracts Frank, and he looks up and you see his expression change from sincere love- to shock. He does a good job at masking it, and does an even better job of jabbing Curtis in the ribs with a subtle motion to look behind you. In your peripherals, you see Maria's head turn in confusion, and then she stiffens as well.

Confused, you turn to look back, only to freeze, and face forward once again.

Frank promised, he reassured you that there was nothing to worry about, that there was no way, Billy Russo was coming.

Yet, there he was, walking toward Curtis and Frank as if he had no cares in the world.

You keep your eyes fixed to your fingers, trying to keep yourself calm, but ever so often, you catch someone turning to look at you in confusion and you know that your distress was rolling off of you in waves.

You debate looking up at him, if only for a second, wanting to just see him when you know you shouldn't.

One glance, you tell yourself and you look up.

He's not focused on you, busy taking Curtis into a hug, most likely congratulating him on the occasion.

He looks... a little tired, and the more you look at him, the more you think you can feel it.

Your eyes fall back down to your hands when he moves to stand beside Frank, not feeling ready to meet his eyes yet.

.

Thankfully,  you hear another bell, followed by some light music and everyone looks back.

Karen comes in first, smiling at you when she sees you, walking down the aisle at an easy pace to stand on the opposite side of the aisle from Curtis.

Then, in a casual silver dress, Rebecca, Curtis' bride comes through next.

She looks lovely, even though she isn't dressed to the nines as she will be tomorrow, she still stuns, and you can't help glancing back at Curtis to smile at the way he looks, with his eyes alight with emotion.

Your lip wobbles for a second, watching the couple join hands, and you fight your body, stopping yourself from looking over at him.

You want to, you ache to look, to meet his eyes and have him look at you but you're so scared.

Scared you'll look at him, and there'll be nothing in his eyes when he looks at you.

Frank takes out a red ribbon of some kind and wraps it around the couple's wrists, binding them together.

The ceremony starts, and you try to focus by the words sound muffled in your ear. All you can feel is a deep pull in your stomach, to look at him look at him look at him, and eventually you can't resist, sucking in a deep breath to sneak a glance.

Your heart slams into your ribcage when you find his eyes already on you.

On you is an understatement, his eyes are burning into you, scorching, your stomach flutters and your throat closes because how could someone who doesn't love you look at you like that?

Your lip wobbles yet again, and you look away, feeling your heart ache with the reminder, with the pain of being so close to him and not having him.

You wish it was different, you want him so bad.

Looking up at the moonlit crystals as your eyes fill with tears.

You dab at the corner of your eyes and hope that everyone around passes it off as tears of joy over the wedding.

You take a couple of deep breaths , refocusing on the sweet display of love around you.

.

Agony.

It's all Billy knows.

Since he lost you, he's been in so much pain again and again and again.

He didn't lose you, he was just too much of a coward to hold on to you.

He's not going to make that mistake ever again.

He stands there, with his eyes fixed on you, begging and tugging at the bond, aching for you to look at him again.

He can feel it, and smell it, the waves of distress and frustration and hurt rolling off of you in waves and his wolf is raging in his head.

He's barely in control, the full moon above him tears at his sanity but its every thought of you that holds him together. Each memory of your kiss holds the ripping seams of him intact.

It's what holds his wolf back tonight- the knowledge that he's going to do everything he can to get you back, to comfort you, to keep you safe and happy the way mates deserve to be treated.

That's what you are to him.

His soulmate.

And though the thought scares him, it also liberates him.

The ceremony comes to an end and you swear that when Curtis and Rebecca kiss, the moonstone glows even brighter.

Everyone begins to filter back toward the house slowly, sometimes mingling around to greet one another, or the bride. You sneak another glance at Billy, he and Frank are locked into an intense conversation that stops suddenly when Billy turns around to meet your eyes. You blanch, and as he begins moving in your direction, you look around to find Karen. Desperate, searching, where is she? There.

You're trying to avoid him as best as possible, weaving in and out of small groups of people and gluing yourself to Karen, offering to help her with any extra duties. You smile and willingly help distribute beverages to some of the family and friends while you're aware of Billy looking at you in your peripherals from his spot at the edge of the room.

.

As much as you try, Karen eventually disappears for just long enough for Billy to find his way to your side.

It happens quickly, one moment you're giving out your last beverage and turning to the kitchen, the next, his scent is in your nostrils, your heart is in your throat and his voice is in your ear.

"How have you been?" He asks in greeting.

You wonder if exes usually worry this much about each other. You pause for a moment, trying to figure out how exactly you knew it was worry.

"I'm fine." You say easily, still deep in thought.

"You're not. I know you're not." Is his response.

You look up at him in surprise, his amber eyes meeting yours.

"What do you mean?" You ask, looking into his face and memorising all the details.

Billy casts a look aside, and you do too, seeing Frank's stern gaze, looking angrily at Billy from his spot at Maria's side. You wonder what that is about.

"Let's talk outside." He says, no room for question.

You should say no. You should deny him anything he wants simply because it's him that wants it. He offers his hand out to you, and instead of taking it, you wrap your hands around his forearm so that you don't lose him in the crowd, without actually having to touch his bare skin. He leads you outside, into the chilly garden. You can still hear the soft music and the muffled sounds of laughter coming from inside, and you sit under the little gazebo you saw earlier, he steps a bit away from you, and you hate it, but try to accept it.

"I can smell the frustration on your skin." He says finally, looking out at the garden and not at you. Your eyebrows raise in question.

"So?" You ask casually.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?"

You press your teeth together angrily. How dare he ask a question like that.

"Why are you asking this. What does it matter?"

Billy's heart hurts. Because it matters, of course it matters. He wants you happy, he wants your body hot with the overabundance of orgasms. It's what you deserve.

"I can sense it. Your frustration. And I want to help."

"Help?" You ask curiously.

He nods, "Let me take you back to the hotel. Let me take all that frustration away."

You look at him, really look at him, and your stomach burns with need. This was too good to be true. You don't think you have the strength to say no to him, the craving you have is beyond more than you can bear.

"Is this a joke? Are you joking?" You ask, unable to fathom why he would offer to help you if he broke up with you. Your teeth chatter with fear and rage and need and hurt and everything in between.

He turns to look at you, taking steps to finally sit at your side. His eyes are so dark and open, you feel like you can see right into him. He looks.... almost desperate, needy. You wonder if it's all for you. Probably not. Your shoulders drop.

He senses the denial and groans internalls, tries to fight it by getting his body as close you yours as possible. You close your eyes when his scent wraps around you, feeling a strong pull in your chest, and you can't fight it, pressing your head into his neck- leaning forward until there's no space between you and you finally relax against him.

"I'm pathetic." You murmur into his body.

His arms wrap around you, crushing you into him and you love the way it feels, to be back in his arms once more.

"You're not pathetic. You just need some care and attention, and I want to give it to you."

He noses into your hair, mouth pressing to your ear.

"Wouldn't it feel better if I helped you? If I got on my knees and kissed that pussy the way she deserves to be kissed?"

Your breath stutters at his words, you can feel your body responding to his words.

"You-you don't have to-"

"I want to." He murmurs, cutting you off, "I want to bury my tongue between your thighs and feel the way you pull my hair when I get you off on my tongue. And I don't want anything in return. I just want to help you."

Your eyes flutter, raising your head to look up at his now golden eyes. He's beautiful. He always has been.

"You can't stay." You say, trying to have some semblance of control about the situation, "Please don't make me ask after."

He nods, and you smile, pulling him to a stand.

"I'll meet you at your car. Gotta let my date know where I'm going."

Billy tries not to feel too jealous with you calling Karen your date. He was the one about to warm your bed after all. He smiles, and moves to bid Curtis and his wife farewell, before stepping out to wait at the car.

It's where Frank finds him.

Before Frank can say a word, Billy opens his mouth.

"I'm gonna tell her. Everything. Soon."

Frank's anger dissipates easily. He claps his brother on the back.

"I knew you had some balls somewhere down there, Russo. Welcome back."

Billy rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, now get outta here before I hit you."

.

Karen looks a little worried when you tell her that Billy's taking you home.

"Are you sure?" She asks, eyes staring deep into you.

You give her a smile and a nod.

"I trust him, Kar, I'll be okay."

"Okay," she says after a moment, "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

.

Billy's waiting at his car, leaning against the jeep looking very much like the hottest male model on the face of the earth. When he sees you, he gives you a boyish smile, one that sends butterflies scrambling in your stomach in every direction. He opens the passenger door for you, and holds your hand to support you as you enter. He kisses the top of your hand before closing the door.

It feels so normal, and if you close your eyes and take a deep breath, you can imagine that the last three months didn't happen.

The drive starts off quietly, but you can sense that Billy wants to speak, and you wait patiently for him to talk.

"I know I've said it before, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way I handled things. I broke up with you like that because I knew I could never do it in person. Truth is, I'm crazy about you, head over heels and it's scary."

You feel anxiety surging through your system and you keep your breathing even. A few moments pass as you try to soothe the feelings inside you.

"I broke up with you because I was scared." He says finally.

You don't look at him, trying to allow his words to sink in.

"I started to feel a way I've never felt before. I- I've had a bad history with people that were supposed to love me, hurting me instead."

You hear his sigh.

"My, entire life, has been one big let down after the next. From my mother, to other people that tried to take advantage of me when I was in the system- the only people I trust, are Curtis and Frank... and it took literal war, to trust them."

He reaches for your hand, and you let him take it, you feel his lips on the back of your hand.

"In my head, I thought I was doing the right thing- the safer thing. I thought a little pain now would save us both leagues of it later."

He waits for a moment, hoping for a response, but you say nothing.

"I'm sorry. You told me that friends don't lie to each other, and I'd really like to be your friend."

More if you'll have me. He adds as an afterthought, but he doesn't want to scare you away.

You try to think, to formulate a response that embodies the way you feel.

"Thanks for telling me," you start, "but I'm not sure if- if I'm ready to forgive you for hurting me. I'm still deciding on that part. I wish you would have talked to me, but I guess I understand that it's hard to trust people, I can't compete with literal war." You say with a small laugh and he squeezes your hand.

"I think I could trust you." He says, pulling into a parking spot, "I don't think I'd need war, but maybe some time."

You smile, "I can give you that, Billy."

When the car switches off, he turns to you, pulling your hand to his chest so that you can feel the muffled thump of his heart.

"You- I- The words are hard to say, but I do want to say them."

Your heart aches for him, and you can't help but lean over the console and pull his face to yours. Your mouths touch hesitantly at first, but only for a second, the chasm of yearning need getting smaller between you.

His lips are... amazing. They feel so good and safe and you can't fight the way you fist his shirt to get more of him. The sparks fly easily, as if they were never gone to begin with. He moans into your mouth and tries to tug you over the console but you're still wearing your seat belt and you squeal in protest when the belt resists his pull.

You break apart with a laugh.

"Sorry. I'm too eager." He confesses and your heart squeezes in your chest.

You quickly unclip the seatbelt and open the car door. He gives you a sinful smile and copies your movements.

Billy wants you so bad that he considers just taking you on the hood of his jeep out in the parking lot, pushing your skirt up and fucking into you while you moan in bliss. He knows you'd let him too, which makes him that much more feverish for you.

He wants this to be special though, he wants to have you completely unwoven and boneless beneath him, and he wants to take his time unravelling you. It's what you deserve.

It's hard to keep still beside you, when all he wants to do- all his wolf is pulling at him to do- is to take you in his arms, and hold you so tightly.

He can't resist when you both step into the elevator, and he wraps an arm around you  pulling your back into his chest and you let out a small sound of excitement.

"I can't get you out of my head." He whispers into your ear, "And I don't think I want to anymore." His arm tightens around your middle until there's no space between you. His beard rubs along the shell of your ear, sending sparks down your spine.

"Is your pussy ready for my tongue, princess? Will you lie back and let me taste you?"

Fuck. Fuck his words are absolute sin.

"Yes, Billy. Please."

He hums in delight, the vibration tickling your ear.

"Good girl." He says, just before the elevator doors open.

You interlace your fingers with his and you pull him along to your room, giggling all the way when he runs a warm hand under your skirt to cup your ass in his hands.

He presses you against your room door and he dips his head to kiss at the tops of your breasts, snatching the key card from your hands and using it to open the door.

You both laugh as you stumble in, kicking off shoes and shedding jackets. He picks you up, hands supporting your ass as he presses your back into the wall. His kisses are needy and mind-blowing, it feels like a much longer time than three months.

"Do you like this dress?" He asks between kisses and you smile.

"I like it, but not that much."

He's moving again, this time to sit your body on the large desk in the room. You look down as he fists the material at the top of your dress in either hand. It tears like paper under the force of his hands and you keen when he immediately attaches his mouth to your collarbone, his teeth elongating, scratching over your skin and he stops when his tongue touches the base of your bite mark. Sparks sizzle through your system at the barest hint of a touch to the scar. You let out a long moan at how good he feels.

He freezes and pulls back to study the silvery lines, deep in thought before he redirects his mouth to yours.

You're so in tuned to him that you think you can almost feel his pleasure, and the way he wants- no not want- the way he needs you.

It's crazy, absolutely insane that your mind can falsify this feeling.

You're hands are tugging at his shirt, feeling the planes if his body as you fumble with the buttons. Eventually, you huff with frustration.

"Do you like this shirt?" You ask seriously and he smiles against your mouth.

"I fuckin' hate this shirt, princess." He mumbles and you giggle into his mouth.

You press your mouth back against his, and you pull at either side of the shirt until the buttons are ripping away and falling to the floor, scattering everywhere haphazardly. He lets out a low hiss at your frantic movements, loving the fact that you want him as much as he wants you. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth, biting down a little as you release it. He growls loudly before stripping your bra from your body and moving his hands to his sides to let you slip the shirt off his broad shoulders.

He picks you up then, your soft breasts against his chest and you make a small sound as your body hits the bed.

He wastes no time, covering your body with his, feverishly kissing every inch of you he can get his mouth on. He runs the tip of his tongue slowly over your stiffened nipples, groaning with the way he feels your body arch off the bed.

"I fucking missed these gorgeous tits." He gasps, sucking one peak into his mouth while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. You mewl in bliss.

He continues to cover your body with kisses- even going as far as to kiss the tips of each of your fingers before he's hooked your panties and are sliding them down your legs.

The smell of your cunt hits him, and his mouth waters immediately. He takes a slow breath in, letting your arousal fill every inch of his body. He feels like he's tearing at the seams, and you're the only thing holding him together- and the very reason he's breaking apart. He sees the glow of his eyes reflected in yours. You look at him in awe and adoration.

Billy's knees would wobble if he were on his feet, the sight of you open for him, something he wasn't sure he'd ever get to see again. Every mark and curve on your body, building up into a fierce definition of you. His hands smooth over the outside of your thighs, unable to fathom how he let himself let go of something so soft.

"Billy?" You call out to him in question, curious as to why he stopped kissing you. His gold eyes meet yours, and you watch as they flicker back to their dark brown.

"Princess?" He asks.

"Having second thoughts?" You ask, even though you know that's not true, you know how he feels. Your heart squeeze painfully for a second for no good reason, before he's shaking his head vigorously.

"Never. It's just that- I forgot how soft you were."

You give him a small smile and watch as he hesitantly presses his face into the inside of your thigh. He moans, rubbing his face into your sensitive skin, and you sigh in response and the sight and feel of him nuzzling his face so close to your intimate parts. His beard deals a gentle scratch that makes you let out a moan of his name.

He looks up at you, eyes glowing once more, and gives you a wicked smile, showing off a hint of his fangs, that would drop your panties instantly-if you were wearing any.

"I believe I promised this pussy a kiss." He says, pushing your legs up and apart as far as they will go till you're open for him, you feel your core throb and clench in response of his amber eyes on you.

He carefully drapes one leg over his shoulder but keeps the other one pushed up as he looks at you for a second to make sure that you want this. When you nod your head, he smiles again, licking his lips before lowering his head.

His tongue is warm, and slides against your wet centre embarrassingly easy. You both moan at the first feeling of each other.

His tongue is dextrous, amazing, and doesn't leave an inch of you untouched.

"So good." He pulls back for a moment to moan, before continuing to lick you slowly from entrance to clit, his hands squeezing your thighs firmly.

He whines for a second, before reaching up to grab both of your hands. He puts one of your hands into his hair, and interlocks your other hand in his.

"Bill." You sigh, tugging on his hair gently so that his mouth is back on you.

He licks you slowly for what feels like a really long time, he doesn't speed up, until he knows you're aching for it. The bond between you helps to tell him exactly how much pleasure you're feeling, how much frustration. He lays little licks to your clit to rile you, he wants to make you feel exactly how you make him feel- mindless and needy and aching.

His cock is swollen and leaking in his pants, rutting his hips against the bed and he thinks that making you cum is going to undo him. His movements become more desperate now, remembering the way it felt when you couldn't cum, and he needs to make you feel better, he's desperate to have you cum.

You feel your toes curl, and you know you're close, so close to hitting a peak that you haven't hit in months.

You let out a little gasp of his name.

He hums into your pussy, laying a few expert licks to your clit and it's all you need.

Your hands tighten as your vision goes white. You shatter under his tongue and he uses the same appendage to put you back together. You feel something more, an extra spike of pleasure in the back of your head that has your orgasm stretching into minutes of mindless bliss.

He comes too.

In his pants, like he did once when he was fourteen. Your pleasure sinks into his skin, and it's the first time he's feeling you cum since the night he bit you and the denial from the day before is too fresh and he hasn't cum in literal months. So when he feels his soulmate cum on his tongue as she screams his name, he forgives himself for releasing with you.

Ethereal.

It's the best way to describe his view, your body arched, your mouth open, your breasts moving as you heave in air, and he languidly continues to lick you, the way he knows you love, drawing out your orgasm.

Your fingers are tight in his hair and he feels his cock stir when you pull his head a closer to rut against his tongue a little.

He moans into your pussy, before pulling back with a little smile.

Billy sits up and leans over to kiss you slowly. His mouth tastes like you, and you sigh blissfully into the kiss.

Your head lifts in confusion as he slips off your body and into the bathroom.

"Are you alright, Billy?"

" 'M fine princess, just got a bit carried away."

You sit up, eyes following him as he comes back without his boxers on.

Your eyes drift lower. His cock is soft, where you know it was hard earlier and a question puts itself together in your head.

"Did you-?"

"-Yes." He says swiftly, giving you a shy smile.

Your heart melts and you open your arms, a silent request for a hug.

You know that a few minutes is all he needs before he's able to go again. He crawls into your arms easily, and you love the way he feels against you, his skin is warm, flushed pink with arousal, you run your palms down the muscled expanse of his back and down to his soft behind. He leans more of his weight on you, and you let out a little squeal as your back hits the bed.

"Who said I was finished kissing that pretty cunt?" He murmurs into your ear and you gasp in surprise when he moves down your body once more.

.

"Fuck Billy!" You cry, body arched, fingers wrapped tightly in his hair.

Both of your legs are slung over his shoulder as you have your third orgasm on his tongue.

There's a worry that you're hurting him, with your hand tugging at his hair, you move instead to grip the sheets beneath you.

A grunt of disapproval comes from between your legs before his hand moves from your hip to tug your hand back into his hair.

His tongue doesn't stop its skilled torment, dipping down to your entrance where his other hand is, two of his large fingers pumping into you slowly, scorching you from the inside out.

You're shivering, writhing, gasping for air, unsure how you're still alive after experiencing so much pleasure. Surely, you must be dead by now? No human could have Billy Russo's tongue on them for this long and survive to tell the tale.

"You are-" you gasp. His movements slow to hear your words clearly, but slowing down only succeeds in making you whine.

"Say it, baby." He encourages, a slow lick over your clit.

"You're perfect." You groan mindlessly, unable to think or filter your thoughts.

I love you, you chant in your head, on the brink of another orgasm and too busy gasping for air to speak.

Billy feels a warm tug in his chest, urging him to get as close to you a possible.

His movements speed up, and your fourth orgasm slams into you, sending shockwaves through your body. He takes his time, helping you ride it out on his tongue and fingers. But when he doesn't let up, an indication that he wants another orgasm, you beg.

"Mercy." You gasp, hoping he obliges.

You feel him pause, raising his head.

"What was that, princess?"

"Mercy, please, Billy."

His face comes into your vision.

"Too much?"

"Mmm- hmm." You sigh with a nod of you head.

His hand reaches up to wipe at your teary cheeks.

"Sorry princess, was just trying to make up for those last couple of months."

You let out a little giggle.

"You'll kill me." You say, raising one hand to cup his stubbled cheek.

He leans down to kiss the top of your head, your eyes flutter closed.

"It's what you deserve, baby. 'M just giving you what you're worth."

Another laugh from your mouth, you look up at him, he's smiling along with you.

Your heart wants to burst in your chest, looking up at him, having him here, the way you've been wishing for, for the last few months.

He dips his head, and when his lips meet yours, it feels like the first time all over again. A calm settles over you, cupping his cheeks, silently pleading that he never stops kissing you. His hand leaves warm tingles over your cheek and you sigh blissfully as it trails lower over your neck.

You let out a sharp cry of pleasure as his hand drifts over your bite mark, his thumb pressing into the scar. Billy pulls away in surprise, to watch the way your breathing speeds up as his hand makes contact with the healed bite.

"You alright?" He asks, and you suck in a breath, trying to get your body back under control. His hand moves back up to your cheek, which gives your brain the opportunity to recalibrate itself.

"Sorry," you say between breaths, "That's never happened before."

A soft smile on his face, and he's kissing you again.

You wrap your legs around his hips tighter, pushing your aching core to his erection, he stutters out a moan, one of his hands slip down to grip his cock. He takes his time, kissing your cheeks and forehead, gliding the swollen head of his cock against your clit. His mouth wanders down your neck, and you tilt your head reflexively.

His eyes are glowing again as he lines himself up just right.

"Missed you." He whispers, just before pushing into you.

He slips right in, as if it's where he's always meant to be, filling you so slowly that you can feel every inch of him.

"B- Big." You squeak.

"Shhh, princess, I know. Let me take care of you." He leans down to kiss your bite, groaning when he feels you clench hard around him, a stuttered sound of pleasure leaving your throat.

He pushes in inch by inch, rocking his hips to let your wetness coat him well enough before moving in another inch.

Your nails scratch at his back, bearing down when he goes deeper, and holding him in place when he pulls out.

"So good for me, baby, doing so good. Gripping me so tight. I might come later just from the memory of this."

You groan helplessly, unable to say another word as his cock rubs you just right, for just long enough, and you can scream from how good it feels.

"Billy" You say his name in warning, trying to let him know, but your voice gets trapped in your throat.

"I know, princess, let go for me. Give me what I've been dreaming of."

His thrusts grow a little rougher, his beard scratching your ear as you listen to his deep grunts and groans while he pumps his cock into you.

It's too much and not enough, it's white hot and ice cold and it temporarily blinds you when you come.

You can't stop shaking, your entire body exploding around him. You grip the back of his head to pull his face into your neck, groaning blissfully as he kisses gently over your bite scar. Sparks dance over your skin and you come to the realisation that your bite mark is sensitive to his touch.

"You're amazing, baby." Billy groans into your neck, the heat of his breath sending new tingles down your spine.

You groan as he resumes rocking into you. There's something about the ample size of his cock, pressing every inch of you open until he feels like he's deep inside you that's so potent- you swear you can feel everything he's feeling- right on the tip of your tongue. You tug at the sensation, like there's a cord connecting you to him and he groans, his thrusts growing harsher.

"It's all for you." Billy murmurs inexplicably, "It's always going to be all for you."

The words fill your chest, spills over. You say his name like praise, like devotion.

Like love.

He raises his head from your neck with a gasp, his eyes are amber rimmed, his fangs are bared for you to see.

You can't help tilting your head to the side, hoping for another bite. If he notices, he doesn't oblige, gripping your jaw instead to press his lips to yours.

"I'm close." He gasps into your mouth, and your nails press into his shoulders, indicating that you're the same.

With a few powerful thrusts, he roars, his body shuddering as he releases right into you, filling you to the brim with his cum. He pants hotly into your mouth, thrusting a few more times and watching as you come undone once more on his cock.

You pulse around him, encouraging every drop of cum he has to fill you. Billy feels so good, like the best version of himself as he slips out of you, kissing you eagerly.

You return his kisses eagerly, remembering in the back of your head, what you made him agree to before starting this endeavour.

"Don't make me say it." You murmur against his mouth, he pauses, to look up at you, you heart beginning to ache slowly in your chest.

"You promised," you reminded him, "Please don't make me ask again, I don't think I have the strength."

You wanted him to leave.

You'd made him agree to leave after and like a pathetic fool, eager for any crumb of your attention, he'd accepted.

He was feeling it now, the pain of what you were asking.

You wanted him to leave. You hadn't really forgiven him yet.

So many things float through his mind, at the forefront, is pain.

You wanted him to leave.

"Billy." You urge, his eyes dart to meet yours, he can sense how hard it is for you, but he knows you're probably still trying to hold onto any semblance of control that you still can.

He resigns himself to it, nodding with a sigh.

"I promised." He agrees, leaning down to impart one final kiss to your lips. His heart feels like it's soaring and plummeting all at the same time.

His eyes fall to the silvery scar on your neck as he pulls away from you. You raise your head to watch him. He reaches for his shirt, and then his pants, going commando instead of wearing his cum-soaked boxers. He feels a little used, but he tries not to let it get to him- it's the least he deserves after all.

It hurts to watch him leave, but you know it's what's best for you. You're not going to fall back into his arms so easily, not after the ways he's hurt you. You let it hurt, reminding yourself that this is necessary.

At the door, he pauses when you say his name.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" You ask, extending an olive branch in hopes that this hasn't made him resent you in any way.

He sucks in a deep breath, you gulp, noting his eyes are extra glassy.

He gives you a nod, and a hopeful smile.

"Tomorrow." He confirms, before he's out the door.

Gone.

Leaving you behind on the bed you've just made love on, his cum still damp between your thighs.

You suck in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before letting it all out.

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A/N: My psychology is shit, everything seems a bit more fine since the ground doesn't shake as in 7.5 magnitude... Please bear with me, because what's going on in my country is a lot to take. I only post this bevaude I wrote this a long time ago... Please, have some mercy since I'll not be active this week...

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“Addy, I swear to God, if you don't stop with those horrible jokes-“

“It's nice to get a rise out of you but wait until uncle Tommy appreciates my jokes!”

Yeah, since Jackson obviously had a bunch of children whose parents were dead, you would have expected them to be more pessimistic.

Not Addy though.

The world they were born to was a torn-apart version but the grown-ups, including you, forgot that this was their normal. To them, death, blood and gore was normal and they had no idea how the easy life was before.

But still, most of them were either teens or kids, there were even toddlers and they needed someone. Someone to protect them, love them, care for them and not everyone in the village was free enough...

Everyone except you.        

And even if she, or other kids overwhelmed you, you would always have an open arm for them.

“Okay, fine... Make your joke.” You grumbled affectionately and she smiled at what you said, and take her stance “the Serious One” with pouting duckling lips. Shaking your head at her antics, you just knew that whatever was about to come out of her mouth was going to make you cringe like hell.

But at least, she would be happy.

“ Mom, Sunday was a sad day for me...” she sighed dramatically and you raised a brow at her suspiciously, nodding your head at the same time at her words as if you were aggreeing with her. “But the day before that was a sadder day~”

You tried okay, you really tried not to laugh at her dad joke... But this one, by far, was one of the best one she had ever made that it was able to bring a snort out of you which made the young teen beam with happiness and if it was possible, she would be shining with light right now.

“I love you, you idiot. Now go and beat Tommy in the dad joke contest.”

“Yayy, I love you too! Bye!” you waved your hand back to her, feeling relaxed after a long time and dropped your hand onto your hip while watching her disappear. Children’s joy could be contagious, one of the elders of the town said, making you flinch suddenly at the close proximity but relaxed back again. “It sure can, miss...” you replied back while taking off your gloves questioningly at the woman, not understanding where she was coming from.

“One can only understand if they have a child... True wonders of our world now...” she hummed thoughtfully, once again, and you smiled to her but that dropped pretty quickly when you saw she was carrying heavy stuffs for her age. “Give them to me, I’ll carry them.”

“Ah, darling, I’m fine. No need to-“ She laughed awkwardly when you grabbed them forcefully, not enough to hurt her, and moved to the front porch of her house. She, just like anyone in the community, was amazed by your physical strength and how easy it was for you to fight, to carry a lot bigger things than yourself.

Except the ones in your squad, they never saw how you killed the enemy so mercilessly but they had a brief idea by... looking at your blood coated form whenever you returned back from especially a tough mission.

You loved them, the town, your second home and in exchange they loved you, you protected them and gave them safety- something hard to find these days.

But how long would that go?

The elder’s eyes caught Joel’s a few feet away from you two, in front of the shop Ellie begged him to go, and by how he was looking at you who didn’t realize that you had a visitor, the older woman smirked knowingly at him, her eyes going between you two playfully.

And if there was one thing Joel learnt at his stay in Jackson for a month now, it was the elders he had to be afraid of.

Especially after the things he admitted to himself.

“So dear... Is there anyone who caught your gorgeous eyes, hmm? Surely, a woman’s life cannot go on alone that much...” you sighed out with slight irritation at her teasing question, and slightly louder voice- you wouldn’t know but she was signaling to Joel- and dropped them in front of the porch, dusting yourself off before going down the stairs and standing before her with a straight, blank face.

“ I’m not interested in anyone, and besides... The world we live in isn’t for love. I’d be better off alone...”

“Hmm, but someone’s eye isn’t saying that. It seems you caught one’s eye~”

Squeezing your eyes questioningly at her, you slowly turned to where she was looking and saw Joel looking at you deeply and your stomach made little flips inside at how he must have been looking at you for a long time. It was no secret to anyone that you two had been spending a lot of time together, and Tommy never let go of that fact to both you and him. After that night where you both confessed your pasts to each other 2 weeks before, it seemed that God always made you both cross paths.

For a simple nod or a long talk.

Your talks verified from how you were, then how you were able to make such a weapon and then how you were so good at using it while he swinged the heavy swords in his hands, his compliments fluttering your heart and warming your heart slowly.

And most of the times, you cooked some meals for them... Something you never did for anyone, or yourself at all. Ellie usually let out a few long curses at how amazing your cooking was, that you were God-sent because you were good at many things while you tried to shake the girl off of you so that you both could eat.

And it was a sight to hold for Joel.

Maybe it was because of how long he hadn’t eaten something home-cooked,  or how he never felt relaxed enough with all the running he did before arriving here but he looked much better, healthier and... happier.

He even had a huge smile while eating what you made for them, while Ellie kicked you under the table for the “heart eyes you made” for him.

He has a very pretty smile, his eyes even crinkle just like he does now-

The elder only gave you a deadpan look at your daydreaming state, but couldn’t help the snort that left her at seeing the grumpy man loose his balance when Ellie came out barreling outside and immediately started to tease him when she realized why he wanted to go out with her.

“Dang, so you fell for the young, hot lady? Not gonna lie, she’s totally my type.”

“You’re fourteen, Ellie and I didn’t-“

“Doesn’t change the fact that she is hot, pretty and totally has the hots for you.”

And while Joel was dripping anxious sweats, because holy shit you realized him looking at you and damn it, Ellie realized it too!, he couldn’t help but think of every interactions you two did together as something more.

You would have never fell asleep on his shoulder if you didn’t trust him, or took some time off from your day to make and buy things for them to settle. And he wouldn’t have started to imagine about you more...

But even if his heart yearned for yours, he couldn’t let his selfish desires endanger your life.

Because, for some reasons, everyone around him died even if they were professionals.

So, with a sigh, he took Ellie and looked over his shoulder briefly to give you a hand wave and went to his brother’s house... to talk about his final mission.

With a frown, you also waved even though he didn’t see it, and couldn’t help but worry that there was something he was hiding. It wouldn’t be bandits,because you literally saved them from those assholes, and he definetly wasn’t a spy for the FEDRA either because they were the reason his daughter died...

Maybe it was you? Maybe you irritatted them and he didn’t have the hearts to come clean to you- but he was a way too honest man he really-

“ You may lie to everyone, dear child, but not to the one who raised you into this fine, pretty woman! If you feel something for the man, go for it! It’s not worth being an old woman like me and alone by herself...”  the woman who took care of you let out happily, though with a sad tint of her voice, and patted your arms softly. Though it had been a while, she could see a spark going on between you two and it was nice to see some normal thing in this world, a love...

You looked at her sadly, and turned back to where Joel disappeared with a heavy heart. Even if you wanted... You couldn’t, for you would be putting those two who you cared about more than yourself in danger with all the secrets you kept to yourself.

“I’d put them in danger but thank you, nana... For the suggestion.”

“Oh, silly girl. It’s nothing, I just want to see you happy before I die... Thank you for the help!”

But knowing who you were, what you hid from the whole town for 20 years... Knowing that they, especially Ellie and Joel, would hate you weighed on you hard...

And if the Firefly necklace in your pocket wasn’t an extra, it sure was now.

..

“How long are you going to go on like this?”

Tommy’s question hang inside the room for several minutes, with no real response from the older man, only the plates’ sound from the kitchen where Maria and Ellie was busy preparing for dinner, the older woman slowly softening for the girl who was too excited. Joel didn’t want to admit, but he was well aware that she was growing on everyone, especially him and now that he started to see her as family and have feelings for you...

He questioned if giving her away was a good idea.

“Like what?” he gruffly asked while cleaning his guns and Tommy snorted, unamused at how stupid that question was.

“Like you don’t feel happy, fell for our Captain and are fond of the girl inside...”

“Tommy, it’s not the time-“ he stopped him tiredly but Tommy was having none of that.

“no it definetly is, brother. I always listened to you, so now... you listen to me.” He slightly raised his voice, and for the first time, Joel sat down while groaning, not being stubborn for the first time. Ellie turned to the door at the voice, looking at Maria briefly who smiled reassuringly at her.

“They need to talk about a lot of things, Ellie... And if we want the two grumpiest people alive here get together, Tommy needs to step in.”

“A worthy sacrifice indeed... I’ll go 10 minutes later then!”

“Are you aware of what you would throw out the window if you give Ellie to Fireflies? You would ruin both your and Y/N’s happiness!” Tommy whisper-yelled at Joel after he said he would go to the Fireflies, and he could see that Joel knew shit about who they were and what they would do to Ellie. He still remembered how you were bloody after getting out with you from that bloody place, a sinister look and crazy smile... with a bloody rifle and axe...

For they had done to those children...

Tommy sighed out, tired from all the things happened after they came and all the arguing with his brother. “Joel, look. If it’s help you want, I would lay down my life for you but you want me to send a kid to her death!”

“How do you know that they would kill her? She might be the last hope, why would they-“ he tried to defend, him or the Fireflies, while he avoided where Tommy said that Ellie was also your happiness when Tommy slumped on the chair with a hand over his face.

“It’s what Y/N told me, that’s how I know.” Joel leaned back on the chair and crossed his arms in front of his chest at learning it was an information coming from you. Had it been anyone else he would say bullshit and don’t even hesitate...

But it was you, who he spent more than enough times to trust you.

For the record, he never actually knew what he was supposed to do, not at all. He didn’t know anything when the outbreak first happened, he didn’t know how to survive, he didn’t know how to cope, he didn’t know how to admit that even if he acted emotionless...

That he also had feelings.

But if there was something he was sure, after 50 years, it was that you knew your way around here better than anyone.

Suspiciously so.

“Why trust her so bad, brother? What did she do to earn it?” Tommy didn’t have an exact reason to count to Joel, and his hands dropped at his sides before a sigh left him. He started to ponder for a reason and found one.

You were the first person who helped him out, who was there when he felt lost and you were the one who taught him everything he knew... And gave him a life.

But of course, he couldn’t say all of that to Joel “ I say I’m not jealous but I actually am” Miller who was his very much so in love brother.

“Saved my life, our lives countless of times. I owe my life to her... And you also do, brother.” Joel knitted his brows at the hesitant voice his brother had but hummed at that and abruptly turned to window before he was able to question him more, a familiar screech of a sword was heard. Both Tommy and Joel ran to the window to see what it was, just like everyone in the town and saw all of your squad flying towards the entry with their guns out. “It’s either bandits or hunters... Hope she doesn’t hurt herself-“

“UNCLE TOMMY! YOU WANNA HEAR MY NEWEST DAD JOKE?!” Addy, the teen who resembled you in more ways, barged in the house through the front door, surprising the two males because how the hell did she enter a house protected-

“Addy? What are you doing-“

“Mom went to the entrance after there was an alarm and I wanted to come here and tell my joke to you! And here is the big part: Even she laughed!” Tommy laughed at the kid affectionately and led her to the kitchen, fully trusting your abilities while only one word rang inside Joel’s mind.

Mom,mom,mom,mom...

You had a kid... the same age as Ellie...

Why did you never mention of you having a kid-

“I SWEAR YOU WILL LOVE IT AND-ELLIE?! ELLIE YOU NEED TO HEAR THIS ONE! WHERE ARE YOU!” Both males winced at the loud voice of the young girl and watched her hug Ellie while pulling her to the backyard where Maria set up the table for them with a giddy and excited smile. Looking at his wife, Tommy also felt a happiness for the news they would be giving everyone, he couldn’t wait to see the looks on Joel’s and Addy face...

But above all, the godmother of the new person-to-be had to be here.

“You two go before us, kiddos. I need to say one last thing to my brother.” He sent them of with a rubbing on their heads, watching them run excitedly before a hard look settled on his face. Tommy, seeing the clear hesitancy on his brother’s face, for the first time, realized that maybe he wasn’t gone too deep in misery and that someone could save him.

Save them.

“Just promise... That you’re gonna talk it out with her.” He said with a hand over Joel’s shoulder, the man giving him an acknowledging nod and a smile. He was happy, knowing that people still had his back, knowing that he had a place to be..., and maybe, having someone to trust. It was dangerous, in this world, to feel something for a human. They could get snatched away quickly, and he would be left in misery once again.

But he would be selfish, for this one time too.

“Promise...”

“And also your feelings.”

“Tommy-“

“No, Joel... Please, you deserve happiness. You two are good for each other, don’t think I haven’t seen the happy smiles you give whenever you’re together.” Joel tried, really tried not to blush but it was in vain and as if he was a teen, he blushed hard down to his neck, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

A sight that amused Tommy.

“Is it... obvious that much?”

“as obvious as you being old, you fucker!” the duo barked out together, Joel feeling at home after a long time. He thought it wasn’t love love, he was too old for that and probably, it wouldn’t even go that far...

Right?

“Come on, Maria sat the table for us and demanded Y/N to come. There is something we need to discuss.”

And Joel could only quirk his brows at the happy, excited smile Tommy wore while allowing his “grumpy ass” as Ellie called it, being dragged by him.

Trying to not dwell on how his heart beated erratically inside his chest.

“I... absolutely hate Raiders. And hunters. And Fireflies. And-“

“That means most of the human population.”

“Duh, it’s the point.” Your squad laughed out, even though you all were covered in blood  and the adrenaline was still kicking in after that run in with the hunters and raiders, all of you returned back to the gates while walking slowly. Your joints were hurting, your back was popping randomly and you smelled blood.

It wasn’t something you weren’t used to, after all... Your real identity, what you used to do...

It all came with that title.

I want nothing more than cleaning and sleeping the day off.I’m getting old and maybe some rolls, and juice would-

You let out an ouch when a young kid collided with you, resulting with her cheek smudged with blood and you sighed out tiredly before crouching down to her level and wiped it with a clean cloth, making the girl beam at you.

“Welcome back! Miss Maria told me to tell you that she immediately wants to talk to you!” Your brows quirled at that, though Maria usually commanded people around, she never done that to you before.

Especially right after coming back from a mission.

“Why? Is something wrong?”

“She said it was a surprise! Didn’t tell me anything either, but she was smiling!” Nodding to her words while thinking oh,well,it’s a great way to calm my worries, you readied the Gear over your hips after telling one of the rookies to come with you which he was surprised that the Captain asked him to come with her.

Your reasonings were: a, you were too tired and b, you wanted someone to be there so that you wouldn’t pounce on someone

Both, in this case, was proven to be true.

“Shhh, quiet! There are two people rounding the corner of Maria’s house!” you shoved your teammate to a corner, pointing to where they took their guns out. You knew they could take care of themselves, but from here, you could see that they were getting ready for meal and no one would have a gun on them while eating.

“They must have slipped in while we were busy with the others...”

“Yeah, I think so too. Let’s give them an amazing surprise~”

And it was the best aspect you had through this whole “surviving” thing.

Being stealthy.

And the fruits of that effort paid off, with you two standing before the two corpses, high five-ing happily and you let him handle the rest and look around the other houses for any more of them while walking away. You wondered what Maria had to tell you, and how you were going to explain your “state” now but you, never in a million days, would have thought you would hear those words.

“Maria is pregnant...”

Stopping right on your track at hearing the breathless, soft whisper of those 3 words, you couldn’t help but get teary eyed, knowing that even if she looked rough from the outside, there was nothing Maria had wanted axcept being a mother.

Like damn bro, couldn’t you wait for me to be there? How can you make me cry and swear to protect one more little googly-moogly child?

With a happy laugh, you stepped forward and though tou were very happy after such a long time, you still had a reputation to uphold. "Didn't think you had it in you, old fucker."

Five heads turned to look at you, flinching since they didn't expect to see you so soon. Maria stood up, coming closer to greet you happily while the kids and Joel was congrating Tommy and Maria, the latter one’s mind being occupied with hugging her best friend.

Though you appreciated the gesture, and even looked at her weirdly while thinking that the hormones are starting to kick in, you held out a hand to stop her and pointed to your clothes. "Don't. I have blood all over myself."

That was when they looked further down your body and saw the huge amount of blood you had. While Maria’s eyes widened, Joel’s heart threatened to beat out of his chest at you. The last time he had seen that much of blood...

Well, he never did.

“What happened? Are you okay? Infected?” Joel asked, and both Ellie and Tommy snorted at how silly the question was, Tommy's being more of amusement at his brother's attempts to talk to you more while hiding his worry and fear. Addy and Ellie nudged each other playfully, Maria looking back and forth between the two oblivious adults happily, still being high on the happiness of having her new family around her.

And Joel could have dig a hole in there right at that moment for showing his obvious care, fearing that you would be disgusted at an older man showing care and interest in you.

After all, Tommy and Maria told him that you once tried to chop off a man’s dick for shoving himself on you. And that was enough to make the man gulp nervously for the first time.

But the ever kind you only smiled and shook your head, fixing the Gear slightly over your hips while trying to avoid his intense eyes while flushing slightly, the sight not escaping Maria and Ellie’s eyes.

"No, bandits... I'm telling you Maria, one word, and it will be all over."

Maria rolled her eyes at you, being the only one who knew your secret, and winked to Joel for saying something more while the man shuffled nervously while rubbing his hands.

"Yeah, so that they can all come here?" She asked teasingly, but the answer she got left her speechless.

"Yeah, actually. They would come all at once, and I would kill them all at once too. Here, problem solved!" You shrugged your shoulders noncholantly and she nudged you hard, muttering under her breath how insane you were when Tommy came to you and squeezed your shoulders, while thanking you for your “not-so-ideal way” of congrating him when a movement caught his eye from the corner.

With one of your squad member pulling two corpses all by himself.

“Hey, what’s that-“ Briefly looking over your shoulders to see the male waving at you, you ushered him to hurry harshly while waving an arm around Tommy to distract him. “I’m sure it’s nothing, daddy-to-be. Go and have fun with your family...” with a pat to his back, you pushed him to the waiting arms of his wife when they both turned to you with questioning eyes, which caused you to shuffle on your feet nervously.

“And where do you think you are going?”Maria’s stern voice made you stop and look at her confused, like a kid being caught and not understanding, and slowly raised your head.

“uh, to have a bath and get changed? And probably sleep?”

“So, eating isn’t on the list?”

“I would much prefer sleeping-“

“I swear to God, you’re gonna kill me at one point.” She said disappointedly and pinched the bridge of her nose, coming to stand before you while Joel’s brows were furrowed together. You had been patrolling for 4 days and didn’t even stop to eat?

“Go and do whatever you’re planning to do and come here for dinner, or else I’ll come and whoop your ass.”

“Are you... sure?” no one coul blame you for the hesitancy, not when you weren’t used to be loved like this. And to your disappointment, tears slowly striked you.

“What do you mean by that, lass?” Tommy said curiously while you shrugged your shoulders noncholantly, throwing a pebble away from you as a result of the strees the room was giving you.

“I thought you guys wanted to be together as a family, since you know... I’m not blood related.”

“Before I make you shut up, stop thinking like that. You’re just as much of a family as anyone in this room, okay woman?”

Did he... just call me family or, is it just me..?

Both Joel’s and your eyes widened at his protective voice, how thick it was with an emotion you both weren’t used to feel and... How amazing it felt.

You both blushed cutely, with Joel clearing his throat so that he wouldn’t sound cringey but you were the first one to raise your head and look at him directly, tall stature standing before the table and a hand thightly wrapped on the chair. The setting-sun shone behind his back, giving him a somewhat more handsome aura...

You’re gonna make not falling for you a hard one,huh?

“If you don’t feel uncomfortable... I guess that’s fine.”

“Never, darlin’... Besides you’re gonna be the godmother which means-“

“OH MY GOD, AM I?!”

And while you chuckled on your way back home, feeling like a teen getting a date for the first time, Tommy only glared at him from the kitchen window.

Both for ruining their surprise and witnessing Joel finally being closer to his happy ending.

[misteria247]

Perhaps 12 Raph wasn't the only one attached to his older brother. Wasn't the only one who needed his older brother to balance himself out in some way.

When the red clad turtle had first arrived to the 03 lair with his brothers, both biological and adopted ones, he hadn't paid attention to the other turtles too much. Instead focusing on his family and clan members, always on standby should they need him to back them up. As time passed however and as the various different turtles of all different backgrounds began to befriend one another and the tensions between them died down, it was then that 12 Raph began to truly watch the other turtles. Began to truly observe them and their interactions, and it was during his observations that the powerhouse of a turtle had noticed something that he as well as his counterparts seemed to share.

Apparently his counterparts where just as close to their blue clad brothers as he was to 12 Leo.

It was surreal to see these different versions of him and his older brother, seeing their relationship and brotherhood that they shared between themselves. Things that made it obvious that no matter what, it was a seemingly indisputable fact that Raph's and Leo's would always be close to one another. Would always be each other's support and closest companion in their lives. And exactly how he realized this was by noticing the little things between the different versions of red and blue turtles.

There had been a moment where 03 Leo and 03 Raph had gotten into an argument, the two teens exchanging some rather harsh words. Yet once their tempers cooled down and they had themselves together it wasn't long before apologies were exchanged between them and they were okay once more.

Or the time when Bayverse Raph had nearly torn some thug to shreds cuz he had managed to get a knife into Bayverse Leo's side. The rage that flashed in Bayverse Raph's gaze before he was on the guy, beating him up and threatening to tear him apart if he ever did something like that to Bayverse Leo again. Once they'd been safe Bayverse Raph was instantly by his side and didn't leave it once.

Or the moment where 07 Raph and 07 Leo seemed to be having a silent conversation amongst themselves, a conversation that was unreadable to anyone else looking in. Small movements or shifting eyes conveying everything that was needed to be said before they'd looked away. Leaving many confused by the small exchange or questioning what exactly just happened.

Or the event where Rise Raph and Rise Leo were chatting with one another, the two joking and laughing and just enjoying one another's company. An air of contentment and understanding between them as they chatted and joked the day away, exchanging a few inside jokes as well. Even sending jibes at one another in a friendly way, keeping up with each other in their back and forth.

Or the time where 87 Raph was sparring with 87 Leo, the two brothers having a gleam of competition and excitement in their gazes as they clashed their weapons. Keeping up with one another beat for beat, loving the challenge that they were getting from the other who in their eyes was their equal. Always inspiring the other to strive to be even better than before.

All of them small moments that 12 Raph noticed, moments that reminded him so much of his and 12 Leo's own relationship. Seeing that no matter the time or place, that he'd always be his brother's best friend and trusted ally, it made 12 Raph feel less alone than he had before. It was a wonderful feeling he'd come to discover, to know that he and his big brother would always be connected with each other. The ying to his yang, the calm behind his raging storm, the logic to his heart, the spirit to his passion.

They'd always need each other, would always depend on one another and would always fight and defend for each other till the world and all of time stopped and disappeared for good. And 12 Raph didn't mind it one bit.

As long as he was by 12 Leo, his best friend's side he didn't mind at all.

[warabidakihime]

VIGILANTE SHIT

Characters: Dabi x Y/N

Plot Summary: The past will never disappear, and you will reap what you sow whether you like it or not.

Content Warning: Implied violence, smut, profanities, and psychological stuff that can be triggering for some of you. Minors DNI.

Fic Playlist: vengeance, vigilante shit, animal farm, anti-hero, akuma no ko.

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Shiny, sparkling stars and other celestial bodies that were invisible to the naked eye covered the dark sky. Normally, you'd be overjoyed, marveling at the breathtaking view, but tonight, you were catching your breath, still reeling from sobbing in your room a few moments ago.

Your boyfriend, Dabi, had picked you up, and now you were riding shotgun as he sped down the highway, driving you as far away from that godforsaken household as he could.

You were still hiccupping in your seat, and each time Dabi heard you choke out a cry, his grip on the steering wheel tightened. It took everything in him not to turn around and burn your family to a crisp.

He wasn't one to let his emotions get the best of him, but with the time he'd spent with you and how much your bond had grown in the past year, he'd learned he was more sensitive than he thought.

It was Christmas Eve, and much to your dismay, your entire family had gathered for a reunion. You didn't mind at first and saw it as a chance to patch things up with your parents and older brother.

Part of you no longer believed reconciliation was possible, but you still wanted to try, at least one last time. Dabi had already told you it was pointless and that it would take a miracle for them to realize their mistakes and apologize for repeatedly hurting you.

Most people would be hurt by such discouraging words, but you knew there was truth in what he said. You were just too stubborn to admit it and too hopeful to accept that a broken glass could no longer be fixed.

Dabi glanced over at you and, for a moment, saw a younger version of himself. An abrupt chuckle slipped through his lips. Since the car was quiet, you heard him and turned to look. When he saw your tear-stained cheeks, red nose, and puffy, chapped lips, his eyes softened.

"What's so funny?" you asked.

His smirk returned, and he turned his attention back to the road, his grip on the steering wheel finally loosening.

"Nothing. I just find it funny that two people with similar upbringings crossed paths and ended up together. I think it's what you sappy, lovesick girls call fate."

You, like Dabi, came from a prominent family of heroes and public officers. Your parents worked for the government, and your siblings were heroes with impressive resumes. You didn't stray far from the tree, with a gleaming track record of your own.

As shiny and admirable as they seemed in the public eye, they were far from admirable behind closed doors. Your father, a member of the government cabinet, was the sleaziest man you'd ever known—a misogynistic piece of work who craved power and wealth. Meanwhile, your mother, the secretary of the Department of Health, was known as a "philanthropist," but in reality, she was a conniving woman who used crocodile tears to get what she wanted.

Both of them planned to run for the highest position in the upcoming elections.

As for your siblings, one of your brothers inherited your parents' wicked traits, while the other two were too indoctrinated to go against them, leaving you as the family's lone wolf.

As their child, it was your "responsibility" to live up to their name, which has put immense pressure on you since childhood. Your father, in particular, expected you to be the greatest and stated he would not settle for second place, leading to your present predicament.

Because you weren't the first, your parents didn't care if you graduated with honors and had a stellar hero record from your work studies.

Honestly, you were at your breaking point.

"I don't have time for your teasing, Dabi," you huffed.

"Well, I'm still going to annoy the hell out of you anyway," he snickered.

"I should've listened to you." You looked up at the sky with eyes full of resentment and despair, as if each star would burst the longer you stared at it.

Honestly, who could blame you?

"Damn right, but you're one naughty girl, so here you are, brokenhearted once again."

You glared at him. "Do you really have to rub it in? Aren't you supposed to comfort your girlfriend?"

"Villains don't have hearts, remember? Your narcissistic mother told you that, right?"

"You're kind of proving her point right now, though," you pouted, to which your boyfriend mimicked your pout.

He was such a jerk, but he was your jerk.

"I don't care what she thinks of me, but I can dispel her claim in one sentence."

You raised an eyebrow, curious about what he was going to say to counter your mother's claim.

"You feel safer with me, a villain, than with your entire family, with whom you supposedly should feel the safest and most secure."

When he put it that way...

"Our first meeting wasn't exactly safe, though. You almost killed me," you deadpanned, recalling your first encounter with Dabi.

*

You were on work study, patrolling the streets of Kyoto, when you came upon him in a dark alleyway. You hadn't intended to engage him, but he was quick to notice you, and one thing led to another, and you found yourself cornered by him.

"Oya? If it isn't a UA mouse playing superhero," he said in a condescending tone, "didn't your teacher teach you not to turn your back on your enemy? Now look at you. The big bad villain caught you."

Those were his first words to you.

Normally, you'd have something clever to counter his mockery, but everything happened so fast that your head went mushy. It doesn't help that his blue eyes have effectively charmed you. You can't help but stare in awe at him.

And in all honesty, you didn't know what to do at that time, as you're far too weak compared to him. Not to imply you're incompetent; in fact, you're one of the top three in your school, and you're likely to hold your spot until graduation, once UA honors their new crop of top heroes-to-be. You assume that Hado, your underclassman, will be included, given her practically boundless potential.

The villain in front of you is simply too strong and dangerous for you to face alone.

Dabi cocked his head sideways and continued to peer at you, also captivated by how attractive you are for some reason. He noted in his mind that your height complemented his, and the length of your hair was to his liking too.

"Where's your sidekick? Patrolling these dangerous alleyways by yourself is very brave—almost audacious of you, don't you think?"

"You're not deserving of any responses from me; if you're going to kill me, just get on with it," you scowled at him.

"Be careful what you wish for; unlike you heroes, we don't halt time and get the job done quickly," he said, clutching your neck.

You instinctively grasped his hand in an attempt to loosen his grip on you, but your strength was outmatched by his. Your heart started to beat faster as fear continued to seep through your skin, even more so when you felt heat burn your skin.

It's most likely that he has a flame-wielding quirk.

"P-Please—"

"Hm? What's that, Hero-chan?" Dabi said, raising an eyebrow.

"Please let me go," you choked out as you squirmed under his grip.

"What if I don't want to? What will you do about it?"

I don't have time for this...

You groaned internally, but you should have known better than to allow your inner monologue to run wild in your head since you knew it would show on your face.

Dabi grinned as he finally let go of you and grabbed you by the chin instead. His thumb caressed your bottom lip, which sent electricity down your spine and made your heart skip a beat.

Of course, the villain took notice of this.

"Now, don't be so impatient; I'm just trying to get to know you, though I do enjoy the way you look at me."

"Well, I don't," you snarled angrily at him, shaking your head in the hopes of breaking free from his clutches, and this time, Dabi let you go and merely chuckled darkly in response to your sassy comeback.

He still had one arm around you, though, and to be honest, the anxiety you're feeling is more than enough to keep you there.

"Say, are you single?"

You glared at him coldly as you contemplated whether to entertain his question or finally take action to escape from the predicament you were in.

You could escape by manipulating his blood, immobilizing him, and then freezing his limbs to the ground for good measure. Your quirk, liquid and air manipulation, is a hybrid of your parents’ respective quirks. You inherited liquid manipulation from your mother and air manipulation from your father.

The combination of the two has made you undeniably strong and highly flexible. Liquid manipulation allows you to control any liquid. From large pools of liquid to various sorts of chemicals to even human blood, which is extremely useful in battle. Air manipulation is pretty much self-explanatory; while it has the ability to replenish life, it also has the ability to kill. You can suffocate someone by manipulating the air in their body and killing them.

You have a strong command over your quirk, thanks to your UA mentors, and you can wield it at will. Before, you could only control one element at a time; now, you can control both at the same time without breaking a sweat.

You gazed at the villain, your eyes darting between his azure orbs and his hand, ready to make your move. You're not sure why, but you didn't end up following through with it. If anything, you took a deep breath and glared at the villain in front of you.

"You think you can woo me just because you're attractive?" you spat, clearly displeased with how he was playing with you.

"A little harsh, but I appreciate the compliment."

"You haven't answered my question yet, Hero-chan."

"And why do you think I'll answer that?"

"Because I'll let you go if you do."

This man must be a master at lying because you know he would never, ever let you go, even if you answered all of his questions.

"Fine," you sighed heavily. "No, I don't have a boyfriend, and I don't intend on getting one. Are you happy now?"

Dabi usually has great control over his emotions. But when he found out you were single, he couldn't help but grin and feel good. In his mind, it's his lucky day because he found a shiny new toy to play with.

And maybe, just maybe, a small part of him is genuinely interested in you. He may be a ruthless villain, but at the end of the day, he's also human, and people can't help who they potentially fall for.

"So what type of guys do you like?" Dabi asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You stared at him with a deadpan expression. "Certainly not you."

Dabi merely shrugged and continued to taunt you. "You don't know that. I know a trick or two to change your mind," he said, winking.

Your cheeks instantly turned scarlet, and you bit your bottom lip so hard that blood slowly began to seep from the ripped-up flesh.

"Oh, how cute. You have a beauty mark here." You instantly froze when he brushed his calloused fingers along the juncture of your neck, which happens to be one of your sweet spots.

Before you could stop yourself, a soft whimper escaped your lips.

Dabi smirked as he lingered his finger over your smooth skin, tracing your collarbone and hanging his fingertips dangerously close to your cleavage.

"S-Stop."

Dabi came to a halt almost immediately, flinching ever so slightly. His eyes trailed from your chest up to your eyes as foreign emotions he'd buried long ago started to resurface, swirling around in his turquoise eyes. You noticed this.

Dabi grabbed your chin, his thumb stroking your bottom lip as he slowly came to his senses. The cheeky smirk reappeared on his lips, he leaned down, and you reflexively closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the worst.

Instead of being enveloped in flames, you felt his hot breath fan your ear, causing your insides to churn. When you opened your eyes, you noticed he had taken a step closer to you, his body practically pressing against yours.

"Getting myself a cute lamb wasn't on my to-do list, but here we are," he murmured in your ear.

"These days, I go by the name Dabi, so feel free to address me as such."

He drew away after his so-called introduction, finally deciding to let you go, and fled the scene.

Ever since your first encounter, you avoided patrolling in that same area, as you were terrified of crossing paths with him again. You made excuses to your agency and school, which eventually heeded your request. But even after changing your assigned route, Dabi managed to find you again, and your second meeting was rather more enchanting compared to the first time you two met in that dark alleyway.

You were in the midst of preventing another villain from carrying out their atrocity when, to your surprise, Dabi assisted you in apprehending the cretin. You were tackling him on the road to keep him from fleeing when Dabi emerged and strangled the villain until he passed out.

"Why?" you blurted out, disbelief written all over your face.

Dabi flashed you a boyish smile as he approached you.

"You two were having so much fun wrestling each other that I couldn't contain my jealousy, so I did something about it. You're welcome, by the way."

True to your nature, disgust was immediately painted on your face, but Dabi simply shrugged and walked closer to you, his approach a bit cautious to ensure his safety and not scare you away.

"Good to see you again, Hero-chan."

"Stop calling me that," you hissed.

"Once you give me your name, I will."

"Over my dead body."

"Well, aren't you a feisty one?" he said, chuckling. "Then again, they say short people have a short fuse to match, eh?"

That caught you off guard and rendered you speechless, much to the villain's delight.

"What are you doing here?" you asked.

Dabi grinned before answering your question, "I spotted a damsel in distress, so I came to her rescue."

"If you're referring to me, I am far from a damsel in distress; I can bear my own weight," you grumbled.

"Regardless, I saved your ass; where is my thank you?"

"Now look who's playing hero; I didn't need your help," you scoffed.

"Interesting, because the image of a true hero that I have in mind is someone who leaps into action without hesitation, someone who is altruistic to a fault."

"Well, since you're hanging the fact that you helped me over my head, you don't fit the qualifications; do you want me to award you a medal? An applause?"

Dabi smirked at you but lacked the usual intimidation. Instead of looking like the menacing villain, he looked like a mischievous boy you meet in school. He pretended to cough and turned around to cover the redness on his cheeks.

Dabi felt ecstatic that you were responding to him in full sentences now, but there was also a part of him that was annoyed because of how strongly he reacted to you.

"What do you want from me?" you asked, loud and clear.

"What do you mean?"

"You certainly didn't find me by chance, so tell me what you want."

"Hmm... a lot, actually, but for now, I'll ask for three things so I don't overwhelm you."

You couldn't help but chuckle at what he said, and Dabi took note of your melodious laughter. Seeing you give somewhat positive responses increased his confidence significantly.

"And what are they?"

"First and foremost," Dabi grinned, "I'd like to know your name."

After a short moment of contemplation, you sighed and scowled at him as you gave him your name, "F/N. I'm not telling you my last name."

"That's fine with me; now, for the second thing, give me your phone number."

"What the hell? Do you actually think I'd give a villain my contact information?"

"Yes."

This guy—I want to punch him so bad!

You shouldn't give him any further personal information, but for some reason, his aura seemed tamer—and, dare you say, safer—than the first time you two met. Your gut was telling you that you could trust Dabi.

"Do you have your phone ready? I'll recite my number once, and that'll be it; I don't care if you catch all of it or not."

Without a word, Dabi showed you his phone, indicating he was ready, so you quickly gave him your contact details.

"What's the last thing you want? Make it quick; I need to surrender this villain to the authorities before he regains consciousness."

"I can dispose of him for you if you want," Dabi suggested, and your reaction almost made him double over laughing because you looked so horrified.

In hindsight, your reaction made it crystal clear to him that you two are polar opposites.

"I guess you can knock him out again when he wakes up."

"Oh, so now you want my help?"

You had a very faint smile when you replied, "Just this once."

"Just this once, huh?"

"Yep, just this once."

After a period of silence, you turned to face him. "So, what's the last thing you want from me?"

Dabi stepped closer to you until he was just a few inches away, and the same anxiousness that you felt when you first met him in the dark alley crept back into your skin. You instinctively took a step back and gradually established a stance in case he ultimately dropped the friendly act and attacked you.

He gradually lifted his hand, making you even more apprehensive.

"The last thing I want from you is for you to be my friend," Dabi said as he offered his hand for a handshake, and the gesture gave you the strongest whiplash known to man.

"What?"

"You heard what I said."

"But... why? "

"Do you need a reason to befriend someone?"

"I don't mean to offend, but if a wanted criminal wants to befriend me, I have every right to be skeptical," you said, your face soulless.

Dabi shook his head in amusement and grinned. "Touche. Well, what if we first became acquainted? Would that suffice?"

You looked at him as if he'd sprouted two more heads, and he just stood there with a mischievous smile on his face, waiting for your response.

"A hero and a villain as friends? Is that even possible?" you wondered out loud.

"Why don't we try it out and see?" Dabi shrugged.

You're not going to admit it out loud, but you're intrigued as well.

"Fine, but I have several conditions," you told him.

"Shoot."

"First, this “friendship” will be on trial for three months, with you only permitted to contact me three times each month; second, for three months, don't commit any crimes; if I see or hear you doing something, consider our 'friendship' over. And third..." You paused and looked away, your cheeks heating up due to sheer shyness.

Dabi raised an eyebrow, which was soon followed by a cheeky smile, "And?"

"Don't call me unannounced. Give me a heads up, so I can p-prepare myself."

"Pinky promise," he said while holding his pinky, ushering you to do the same, which you did.

You gave him a curt nod and said, "I better get going. I need to escort this guy to the police station."

As you were about to retrieve your pinky, Dabi grabbed your entire hand and gave it a firm shake.

"I guess we will be seeing each other more often, huh, F/N?"

Now, why did your name have to roll out so smoothly from his lips? It sounded so natural that it made your heart jump and flutter.

"Don't push your luck," you grumbled as you returned his handshake.

*

And Dabi certainly made your time together worthwhile throughout those three months.

To your surprise, he followed all of your conditions so religiously that he almost seemed like a saint to you, and you found yourself growing fonder of him as you spent more time with him.

The majority of your meetings consisted of him annoying the hell out of you, but as you spent more time together, the two of you gradually blurred the lines, entirely ignoring your respective positions in society, with you as a full-fledged hero and him as a high-profile villain.

You had every intention of not developing feelings for him; at one point, you even tried to push him away and break whatever connection you two had at the time because it was inappropriate and dangerous for the two of you to have any kind of relationship. But not even a week later, you caved in and welcomed him back into your life.

And Dabi was more than happy to stay.

Meanwhile, Dabi grossly miscalculated his sweet little infatuation for you. He was convinced that he would eventually get tired of you and abandon you, but jokes on him because the more you hung out with him, the deeper and harder he fell for you.

His once innocent and cute crush grew into something more passionate, and honestly, for someone like him who was emotionally stunted at such a young age, his feelings for you worried him. Even more so when he realized he was still the same person he had been before Todoroki Enji messed up his life.

When he's with you, he's not Dabi. He's Todoroki Touya.

You were taken aback when you learned about his family background and upbringing. Your worlds were not as far apart as you initially assumed. Your parents and Endeavor know each other due to their line of work. Although you get along well with the other Todoroki siblings, you're not a big fan of their father since he reminds you of your own useless father.

The unexpected connection between your family and the Todoroki family added a layer of complexity to your interactions with Dabi. It was both a comfort and a source of tension, knowing that your lives were intertwined in ways you hadn't anticipated.

Dabi, or rather, Touya, began to open up to you about his past, sharing memories and experiences that shaped him into the person he is today. The more you learned about him, the more you understood the depth of his pain and the reasons behind his actions.

In return, you found yourself sharing parts of your life with him—things you hadn't told anyone else. There was a strange sense of trust that developed between you two, a mutual understanding that transcended your roles as hero and villain.

*

"Ohhh—"

You moaned loudly and tossed your head back, huge waves of ecstasy washing over you as Dabi fucked you with his fingers in the backseat of the car. Even more so when he kissed the beauty mark you have on your neck.

The two of you decided to park someplace else and just enjoy each other's company after driving aimlessly around the city, especially after a long, hard day.

One thing led to another, and now you have Dabi taking the role of the big spoon to a whole new level by having you lay your head on his free arm while the other does magic in your cunt; making you sing the songs of the angels in heaven.

Icy blue eyes were glued to you, observing every movement you made and every note you uttered while he made you feel good and helped you forget about every bad thing in the world. It's ironic and, in a way, poetic that a big, bad villain is the one that's been saving you right at this very moment.

Dabi could easily lower his head down to your breasts and snag your perky nipple between his lips with one of your arms firmly wrapped over his shoulder. His hot tongue grazed the sensitive nub, triggering your first orgasm of the night.

And with your arm wrapped around him, it was easy to take a hold of his hair, and as you yanked at it, your boyfriend let out a seductive groan as he continued to lavish undivided attention on your boobs.

"Dabi—"

Dabi hummed in return, still devouring your boobs and painting circles on your clit with his finger.

"I need you, Dabi, please—"

Dabi removed himself from your nipple without a word, but not before giving it one more nibble, to which you responded with a sultry moan, much to his satisfaction. 

He then gestured for you to scoot over so he could position himself between your legs. He also offered you the random throw pillow that was lying around in the car to make you feel more comfortable.

Once he was comfortably positioned between your legs, his cock had already been liberated from the constriction of his pants, and he was stroking it with one hand, causing pre-cum to ooze from the tip.

Watching him from your point of view was deadly. Dabi looked so enticing and sexy that you instinctively reached out to your cunt and touched yourself to relieve some of the pent-up frustration you were feeling.

"Fuck, y/n. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Dabi became engrossed in his own fantasy as a result of your little show.

Thousands of lewd images of you flashed through his mind, and the dirtier they got, the quicker his hand pumped his dick, nearly coming undone right then and there.

Dabi, not wanting to waste any more time, purposefully burned himself awake and finally positioned his cock directly in front of your entrance. And as soon as the tip touched your warm walls, a shudder ran down his spine, and a drawn-out moan escaped his lips as he bottomed up.

"Still so fucking tight for me, I see." Dabi grunted as he began to thrust after letting you get used to him.

As much as you wanted to respond to him, you couldn't find it in you to form any words or at least display any semblance of attentiveness to him because of how good he was making you feel.

Dabi then scooped you up and reclined back against the backrest without skipping a beat.

And as if you two have telepathy, you got to work and rode him.

From the outside, the car was visibly shaking, and the windows were covered in fog. It won't take long until someone notices, but at this point you don't care whether you get caught doing the deed in public.

As you rode him, your boyfriend watched you intently while fixing your hair, which he adores so much.

"Look at you." He said as he caressed your sides, leaving goosebumps on your skin, "Such a good girl, taking me in so well and making me feel so good."

A faint and genuine smile formed on your face in the midst of it all.

You looked at Dabi with such tenderness and love in your eyes, and he answered with an equally soft look.

Your story went from the two of you being natural enemies in the prologue to becoming inseparable and each other's rock in the succeeding chapters. But, like all novels, yours will come to an end. As powerful and passionate as your love for one another is, you two are well aware of the fate that awaits you.

At the end of the day, you're a hero, and he's a villain.

You slowed down for a moment and cupped his cheeks. He winced noticeably when your delicate hands touched his scarred face. His uneasiness was on the rise, but you were quicker to eliminate any doubt and self-loathing in his mind and soul by planting a passionate kiss on his lips.

Instinctively, Dabi closed his eyes and responded to the kiss. He embraced your tiny frame and pulled you closer to him while you started to pick up the pace once again, sending both of you to nirvana.

*

After the two of you finished fucking each other like rabbits, silence descended in the car.

Dabi was lazily fiddling with your hair as you were all nestled up against him. And the longer the stillness lasted, the further and deeper your mind traveled.

Today has been an extremely long day, and the prospect of going through much more in the coming days has almost made you fear for your life.

Dabi was right.

When you're around him, you feel safer and more at ease.

So why not simply abandon everything and be with him forever?

Your life would be so much better and happier.

As a youngster, you once wished to be a hero like All Might; that's why you still did your best despite everything, but your family has poisoned your views on the whole hero society.

The hero system, as Stain stated, is a farce.

"I am done playing hero."

Dabi's hands came to a halt as he heard what you just said.

"What?" he said, looking at you.

You turned to him, and with just one glance at you, no amount of persuasion could sway you.

You've already made up your mind, and while Dabi appreciates that you've chosen him over everyone else and that you're finally standing up for yourself, a little part of him is still a bit apprehensive.

Of course, he believes in you and your capacity to fend for yourself, but this is still a very big step for you. You will be leaving a lot of things behind.

To him, you are one of the few people who actually deserve to be recognized and celebrated as a hero.

Is this what you really want for yourself?

"This isn't something I decided on a whim; I've been thinking about it for a while, and this is the conclusion I came up with," you explained, then completely turned around to stare right into your boyfriend's eyes.

"Take me with you, Dabi," you told him as you cupped his face, "and rescue me from the real villains."

Dabi turned away from you and glanced out the misty window, evidently pondering.

"I swear I won't hold you back; in fact, my quirk complements yours, so I'd be of great help to you. I can amplify your flames with my air quirk, and I can also cure your injuries with my water quirk; it has healing properties and can serve as your safety net in battle—"

"You don't have to do all of those things for me to let you tag along with me, Y/N; unlike your family, I don't see you as a tool and won’t treat you as such; I was just trying to process everything; my mind's still foggy as fuck after you literally sucked the life out of me," Dabi snickered.

"As if you hadn't sucked mine," you counter, and despite the matter at hand, the two of you shared a good laugh.

"You requested, and I merely complied," Dabi shrugged. "You're welcome."

"So, are you going to adopt me or what?" you joked.

Dabi searched around the car, and when his face lit up when he found what he was searching for, you raised an eyebrow at him but kept silent.

"Woof for me, then," he said as he grabbed up his belt and put it lazily around your neck.

"Haha, very funny, Dabi," you said as you slapped his hand away.

Your boyfriend sat up straight, reached for his shirt, and handed it to you while he settled into his leather jacket.

He got back in the driver's seat and started the engine after cleaning himself up.

"Let's go back to your place."

"Huh?! Why?" you exclaimed.

"We need to get your clothes and other important things you need, dummy, because if you're going to come along with me, you'll be kissing your freedom goodbye; especially with a well-known background like yours, you'll have little to no freedom to roam around, so we'll salvage what we can until I can get you new ones."

The terror you felt when he mentioned your household has vanished after hearing his reasoning, "Oh, right, I'm sorry."

"Wanna say good-bye to your folks? I know a fun way to do it," Dabi said as he started driving to your house.

You shifted your gaze to the stars in the vast sky, and while you pondered in silence, your eyes began to glitter with feelings that Dabi was all too familiar with.

You looked exactly like him when he abandoned his family.

When Dabi fetched you earlier tonight, you were staring at the sky with melancholy eyes, but now you’re looking at it with eyes filled with newfound hope, although resentment still lingered and grew stronger to the point that you can feel your blood boil with rage.

You remained silent in your seat, but Dabi knows exactly what is running through your head right now. He also knows how you feel right now since he felt the same way when he left his family and old life behind.

The gleam in your eyes was all too familiar to him, and he vowed right then and there that he'd help you get revenge on your wretched family.

"Y/N,"

"Hmm?"

The big bad villain who turned out to be your salvation grabbed your hand, drew it towards him, and then kissed every knuckle, stinging your eyes with tears with each kiss.

"We're going to make them pay."

And that's all it took to solidify your resolve.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

You sealed your pact by intertwining your pinky fingers.

"First dibs on my parents' heads."

[portraitsofguilt]

TWO WORLDS APART.

description. after a failed mission on Earth-1 you disappear and is quickly presumed dead, a few months later after the official announcement of your assumed passing they see you between their omega earth versions

pairings. viper, neon, sage, jett, killjoy, reyna + f! reader

warnings. mention of death, character death, mourning, grief, self-destructive behavior,

moss' notes. moss was trying to go for something like the ‘five stages of grief’

—𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑 ; anger

sabine’s anger was aimed at everyone because everyone was at fault, they didn’t stop you, nobody was with you to provide back up, . her neatly organized and perfect suit in her eyes turned into a mess, even though everything was the same. nothing was in place; nothing was in harmony with one another and soon she turned it into the clutter everyone could see. that few pieces of your clothes, a book you read, pencils, and pictures of the two of you together were damaged by the fury of the scientist. soon all that anger turns into guilt and that guilt turns into more anger as she goes by with her days.

“it’s all of your fault, thinking it was a great idea to send her in there, to leave her alone and to take your sweet time to arrive to where she was! you all should be ashamed of yourself and think about what kind of ‘hero’ you all call yourselves.”

—𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐍 ; denial

maybe it’s her young age or just that after all that happened tala is once again in denial about your death, always reminding everyone at the protocol that if they were able to see your omega-self, there is a possibility that you are still alive somewhere. that given that the two-worlds mirror each other one way or another it only proves that you are somewhere out there. as worrying as it sounds, denial stays with tala for a long time, years could go by, and she would still be waiting for you to walk inside the protocol perfectly fine.

“it is not crazy to think that she is out there, in fact it’s genius! we might not know a lot about that other earth but what we do know they mirror each other! she is alive, we should be out there looking!”

—𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ; bargaining

ying wei is going over every single event that happened during the mission, from the first time she heard your voice in the earpiece, seen you leap forward to take your position, the last time she heard and soon found herself creating a lot of “what if” and “if only”. she finds herself asking a higher power, the spirit world for answers, a way to go back in time and do it right- it eats her up, guilt settling in the more time she spent thinking about it. if she wasn't already sleep deprived, she definitely was now.

“rest? no, i got some you don't have to worry about me. i lost track a couple of times when I was going over… some stuff. i'll be fine, don't worry."

—𝐉𝐄𝐓𝐓 ; denial

sunwoo is pretending, denying that your loss ever happened and constantly reminds herself that you are not gone, you’ll come around the corner any second. she was pacing back and forth in your room, telling brimstone that he would have packed up your room and took it to storage if he really believed you were dead. something in her told her she wasn’t rational to wait for she went numb shortly after lying to herself wasn’t suppressing her feelings any longer, the child-like radiant turning into a picture of a cold, uncaring, and quiet person. think like viper but constantly picking a fight instead of avoiding them.

“can't we all just agree that none of what you all claim makes sense? she is not dead and you don't realize it but you think so too. either get out of my hair or start helping me find her."

—𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐉𝐎𝐘 ; bargaining

klara closes herself in her workshop, keep trying and trying, searching for an answer to the “what if it they were faulty? what if they were just a little bit better? were they malfunctioning?”, face buried deep in her blueprints. she took apart every single one of her invention, even the ones she hasn’t used on that specific date because if only she had put more effort into her invention, you wouldn’t be gone. during her investigation she offers herself to that someone above all else to take your place, that if it brings you back it can take her instead.

“I don’t need to take a break, I have to find what is wrong with my bots. god, if any of you knew what I was talking about! they were malfunctioning, only if i knew for what reason…"

—𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐍𝐀 ; anger

zyanya blamed you and only you for what happened that day, if you haven’t been so hot-headed and got in the middle of things alone you would be here. although she wouldn’t aim her anger at anyone at the protocol, she would be breaking things, inanimate objects that either had something that reminded her of you or was just the closest to put the blame on and get her anger out on. she didn’t have the slightest remorse when she destroyed anyone’s personal belongings. it would take her anger some time to quiet down and the never-ending loop of being happy to remember the time she got with you and just breaking down over your loss.

“it was her fault, the mistake she made was running into the middle of the fight and not away from it. it was selfish and look where that got her! i wouldn't even risk going back in time if i had the chance, she got what she deserved…"

[visionsofmagic]

⎯ one in nine realms [mini series] “chapter 4”

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▸summary: heimdall and y/n go for finding a magnificent sword which causes them to get closer.

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▸warnings & tags: heimdall’s inner thoughts, touching, being so close, y/n’s powers, y/n past and family, secrets, reading minds, heimdall impress by y/n, heimdall’s powers, flashback, original creature; cronex [not in game or mythology]

    Muspelheim, the realm of fire. With magnificent fire source, the realm was hosting to Surtr and his fire giants who were prophesied to burn down and destroy the Asgard during Ragnarok, ending Odin’s dominance on other realms. It was a realm Odin didn’t want to visit but possible sending his soldiers to see whether something changed or not. Heimdall had to be one of them because of his significant place in Asgard and Ragnarok. He was like the right man of Odin, who he trusted dearly.

As lava erupts from all parts of the realm, scorching their orange colors just by looking at them, you and Heimdall stood on the edge of the cliff, waiting Odin’s ravens’ disappearance after helping you to reach the realm.

“So,” Heimdall spoke firstly, looking at the realm in pure disgust. Being the protector of Asgard and Odin made him to hate this realm, not wanting to visit it. However, it was something he had to for sake of his father. Odin orders, Heimdall follows. “Look at the paper. We should get going. I don’t wish to stay here long enough to make me feel sick.”

You respected his choice. Even if his motives weren’t good, he had right to be someone who wants to protect his homeland and father but he had to realize one thing; every living things had right to be in safe and protect their homes, like he did for Asgard. Odin was taking others’ right away, making them having fear of him which causes them to do his dirty jobs. This should be stopped. Heimdall should know this.

A son under his father’s wings should taste the feeling of freedom, being able to fly on his own.

Closing your thoughts, you picked the paper from your pocket. While opening it, you already knew what it said. You saw how your prediction was true; it was the sword of the realm, created by your father’s hand, and mother’s magic. It was the sword they wanted you to carry, protect innocent people, giving them hope while fighting for their rights. It was so long ago. You weren’t that person anymore. You didn’t deserve it.

    After losing both your father and mother in a battle in which they tried to protect giants, you were left alone. No one to be your side, no one to call as home, and no one to raising you. You traveled from realm to realm to be in peace and safe. There were dangerous creatures, wanting to kill you or eat you. There were mortals, dwarves, and gods that wanted to kill you too. They wanted to take your food, home which you created with your own hands, and everything you had.

You held the life you had dearly, even if you were ready to die when the right time come. For you, you had to live more, to honor your family, to make their wishes come true. But they left you. They left you without thinking how you would live alone. The giants were more important for them. Giants worshipped them, respected them. Under the yoke of this love, they did everything to be worthy of their love, not by feeling that they had to help them. That caused them to die, leaving you behind.

As you keep trying surviving, he came; All Father as they said. Odin.

He was so gentle to you, helping you to rebuild your home, giving you smiles, making you feel what it was like to be loved. He gave you so much. But in return, he wanted more.

Maybe manipulating by his actions or simply don’t wanting to be alone again, the younger version of you accepted his offers, much to your dislike now. She trusted him, accepting every job he gave. No, she didn’t know her actions causes to other people. What a dumb girl she was. She just liked to see Odin’s proud face. But then one day – one day she understood everything. She was taking hope from people who she helped once. They cursed her. They cried. They were in pain.

So did she – so did you.

The things you done without knowing caused you to lose yourself. That had to be stopped. So, after visiting Midgard, you cut your ropes with Odin. You were strong enough. You were a Goddess. So, you used magic, cutting the ropes, making your presence hidden to anyone from the blood of Odin.

Then, your journey had begun.

You left your sword in the realm of fire. You believed you had no longer deserved it. Not anymore.

But when you met with Atreus and Kratos, a new hope surrounded you, making you want to search for the sword because the bond Atreus and Kratos held made you realize how your father and mother loved you. They didn’t leave you alone. They left their bodies but the souls of them always remained. They were in the sword you held, giving you strength every time you protected the innocents.

So, you searched it. Again and again, every day. But it wasn’t the place you put. You no longer had your family’s power on you.

But now, Odin was offering you a piece of paper that showed the way of your sword.

He wanted you to be in his dept. You didn’t like it. But you had no choice. The desire to finally having the sword that had your family’s last remaining and power was strong.

So, you turned to Heimdall, only to meet his unreadable purple shining eyes. Even though his eyes were just a color that was constantly moving, it was impossible not to feel the meanings he had inside.

Being able to read minds weren’t a gift. It was a curse. Right now, he had knowledge of your past memories alongside the pain you had because of remembering those moments. Your heart was aching, crying even and he knew that. Seeing them probably made him to realize how broken you were. No, it wasn’t a weakness, it was a lesson.

Without letting him to express his own thoughts about your journey, you spoke, not giving away your pain with your voice, a meaningless act but well, you wasn’t going to show any pain of you to a person who probably like to see you suffer. “It shows the heart of the realm.” You pointed near mountains which were full of lava. “We have to go beyond these mountains, the sword stay in there.”

It took a few seconds for Heimdall to follow you as you made your way to reach top of the first mountain. The plan was to reach the sword as soon as possible because the realm held its own danger and you weren’t going to show your power. So, you choose to climb to the first mountain. Then, you will jump to others one by one.

“Hey,” Heimdall said to you with an annoyed tone. As you looked at him, stopping climbing the walls of the mountain, you saw how he was cleaning his eyes. “Be careful. The wall’s dust is dirty; you are making it to fall to my eyes and armor. Do you know how this is unique?”

You smiled, “Which one?” You asked, playfully. If he was going to make you regret to travel with him, you would do the same by making him fluff. The man probably hadn’t any compliment in his life except cock suckers of Gods. “The armor or you?”

He rolled his eyes, “Both. Clearly.”

What an egoistic move. As always.

But his attitude and answer made you chuckle. He was a little fun after all. Maybe because of his nature or personality, he was a likeable God even if nearly 80% of his behavior and beliefs were annoying. You tried not to think about how you two could have fun if he wasn’t Odin’s right hand man.

“C’mon,” You said to him, “You should do better than that.”

He questioned your question, furrowing his eyebrows, “What?”

You stopped again, holding a ledge of the mountain’s surface, looking back to his face. How he looked good in every profile side? If he was the God of beauty, you would believe.

“You are so slow,” You said, “I thought with all that cocky behavior, you would –“ You stopped, thinking, “Extremely good at everything.”

He smirked, climbing in a second to close the gap between you. Now, you two were side by side; you were holding the surface with your left hand while he was holding it with right one. You were so close. So close that you started to feel hotter.

His smirk grew, “Is this a challenge?”

You looked at the remaining places to climb, then to him again. He was so close and his smirk wasn’t helping. The fire you felt inside wasn’t neither coming from the realm or your power.

You shrugged, “Why not?” Smiling, you positioned yourself, “To the top then.”

“Three,” He said,

“Two,”

“One.”

“Go!”

With your shout, you both began to climb the mountain, reaching to the top.

He was fast. Really fast.

You could hear how your feet were hitting the surfaces, making some of the places to crack, leaving its dust to the realm.

He was right beside you, climbing as fast as he can. You did your best to but as you took a step, both the surface you held and you foot hit cracked, leaving you now place to hold. Closing your eyes for a mile-second you thought how you would fall but a hand reached your wrist, holding it tightly.

You opened your eyes, seeing how you body was moving on the air, you didn’t want to look at below. Instead, you opened to the owner of the hand that held you, saving you from falling the all way to the ground.

For a second, he looked concerned. A real one. He was holding you so tightly, like even he scared for a second, not wanting you to fall down.

Taking deep breaths, you realized how strong he was; he was both able to foresee the event that would happen in a second and holding you in a heartbeat. Also, holding your body wasn’t an easy task but your weight looked so little for him.

As you blinked, not believing how his wanting to save you didn’t cut by his own pride which was probably tried to make him reach the mountain. However, there you were, Heimdall saving you and you are feeling grateful.

Without saying anything, he picked up your body, making you to hold the long ledge he held at the moment which caused you to stuck between his body. Feeling every part of his body behind you, your hand that tried to hold ledge trembled for a second. He began to hold the ledge with his one hand while his body kept his closeness, making you feel so hot both inside and outside.

“I –“ You cleaned your throat to sound calmer, “I appreciate it.”

He spoke, “Don’t be. I did it for All Father.” Lie. He was lying. You both knew it but you didn’t question. His act to save you was enough.

“Okay,” You closed your eyes to calm down your inner self but it didn’t help at all. Instead, you felt his body closer, like he was hugging you entirely. “We should move.”

“I know.” He said, but didn’t move at all. Was he also enjoying this? Wait! – You shouted at yourself. Were you enjoying this?! So many unanswered questions, so so many…

“Some questions don’t have to be answered.” He said. He was really using his thoughts to express his own ideas. Not Odin’s.

You turned to him a little, his nose was touching to your cheek again, making you flush. “You really should stay out of my mind, Heimdall.” You said, “It is dangerous.”

After standing there for a minute, looking at your eyes and touching your cheek with his nose, he jumped to other ledge. As he made his way to the top, you stood there for long enough to make him shout your name, “Y/n! C’mon.” He said from the top, “I don’t have all day. My time is precious, you know?”

To think about all these later, you also finished climbing, staying beside him without looking, you pointed the other mountains tops, “We will jump one by one. Then, we will reach to our destination.”

“Before that,” He said, pointing the other way to you, “You have visitors.”

The creatures that made of pure lava were running towards you, ready to kill you and eat your flesh even.

“Me?!” You shouted, picking up your bow and arrows, you already killed two of them. “I thought we were in this together!”

He laughed, “Oh, sunshine, do you really think that we were a team? How touchy!”

To make you forget his previous actions, he began to act all cocky again. You didn’t mind. You weren’t going to beg him to help you. These creatures were nothing.

“I will cut their head off while thinking you Heimdall!” You shouted again while killing more and more of them.

He laughed from the rock he sat on, watching your fighting. “I didn’t know you were so romantic honey.”

No paying attention to him anymore, you jumped to one of the creatures, cutting its head off with the little but sharp knife you had, you kneeled down to fire three arrows to three creatures, killing them with a headshot. There were 4 other left; so, you jumped to a rock, killing them with your arrows, you took a deep breath.

Picking up your arrows from dead bodies heads’, you turned to Heimdall who didn’t look impressed at all. “Didn’t need you after all.”

He smirked, “Well,” He pointed your back this time, “One more.”

As you looked the cave-like structure covered with collapsed stones, there wasn’t anyone.

“What are you –“

Your body literally flew to the left as the big creature that was made of both stones and lava destroyed the stones covered cage. It was his fist that made you flew but you gathered yourself together to fight with him.

You jumped to a rock again, shooting you arrows. However, not single one of them worked. The stones he made of were so thick.

“It’s a Cronex.” Heimdall said while yawning, “The hand-made arrows don’t work on him dummy.”

You rolled your eyes. Holding your knife, you run towards the creature, sliding between its legs and got behind it, you took power from the ground, jumping its back, you thrusted the knife to its neck that had shining lava. However, it didn’t work either. Cronex, as Heimdall said and possible were a creature that born with the help of hidden giants of the realm, took your body and threw it to the ground.

As you got up again, it shouted, “Aggghhh!” Oh, now, it was angry. But not as angry as you.

“Don’t be angry,” You said to it, “I will keep it short.”

You held your hands in the air, making a movement like you were holding a bow, you moved your hand as if positioning an arrow to that bow, and with each movement both the arrow and bow made of pure fire appeared in the middle.

“What gives its strength is the biggest weakness.”

With your last word that you said in a low tone, to yourself, you fired the five arrows you created again and again, hitting the creature’s neck, making it to explode and die.

Taking relaxed breaths, you straightened up, making your magical bow and arrows vanish, you turned to Heimdall who was looking at you and the creature’s remaining in pure disbelief.

He jumped from the rock, standing in front of you, “How did you do it?” He asked. “As I know, there is only one Goddess who can do that according knowledge that written in the books that Odin wrote.” He made a circle around you as he walked; studying you enough to make you both feel shyness and annoyance. You didn’t like how he discovered your inner identity.

You didn’t say anything, waiting him to continue.

“I know you were something else. You are not a mortal. You are a Goddess.”

He turned to other side, laughing to himself, “So that’s why All Father –“ He stopped, “It doesn’t matter.” He turned to you, “You are the Goddess of Sun! Holding a great power of fire.” He thought for a second more, “But,” He was looking like he was telling his inner conflict, “It still doesn’t give the answer of how you managed to keep yourself hidden from my eyes and pushed me.”

You smiled, sadly, “Heimdall,” The way you said his name made him stop to move, stop to think and listen you. “Everyone has weakness. Even Gods and Goddesses. You are no different.”

When his pride tried to speak, you stopped him by putting your hand to his mouth. His surprise was showed with his eyes.

“But having weakness don’t make us bad or unworthy.” You smiled, “It makes us more mortal. Feel the world around you,” You said, “Not close you to it. You need it as well as it needs you.”

You took back your hand, feeling his hot lips on your hand still, “Just, take your head out of the Asgard for a time and realize who really needs you and who you need to.”

After giving him a genuine advice, you nodded. As you made your way to other mountains, you said, “C’mon! I can’t wait for you all day.”

You laughed and jumped to other mountains and the last thing Heimdall thought was how your laugh sounded as the most precious sound of the all realms.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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[metfell]

okay here's a tumblr version of the fic i just posted to ao3. it's wilbur being revived:

13 years. 

It had been 13 years of sitting in that fucking station. If it had just been something temporary, maybe a few days, that would have been one thing. It was just a train station afterall, albeit with a bit of a weird color palette. People come and go from train stations all the time, it wasn’t like it was some evil promethean torture, having his liver torn out only for it to heal; a constant graphic agony.

But with nowhere else to go, nothing to do, and not another sign of life for years, Wilbur Soot was losing his mind. 

He probably already had lost it by the end of the first week. He thought this was just the waiting point for the first couple days. Then he began begging into the smoke for someone to save him for the first two years. Entered a rage at year three that lasted another four years. Curled up in a ball of resignation at year ten. 

And it was year 13.

Wilbur stood up. He hadn’t done that in… probably a week? He was barely keeping track at that point. But he stood up, on shaky legs still wearing the same shoes he had worn the day he died. Sometimes he would get bored, take off his shoes, and throw them across to the other side of the station. He would wake up the next “day” with them back on his feet. After a bit he started doing that with the rest of his clothes. It didn’t matter. He would sit there and pick at the fibers of his shirt until he tore a hole in it, only for it to close up again next he woke up.

Less promethean and more sisyphean, the fact that nothing was ever changing was the problem.

He thought a lot about what he would’ve worn the day he died, if he had planned it better. Maybe something that didn’t have black fucking skinny jeans. Or sneakers. Or a long coat- though he liked the coat. There wasn’t any temperature in the station, but the coat provided a heavy weight that he would sometimes pretend was another person. 

But he stood up. He stood up because there was a noise. 

Wilbur wasn’t used to noises in the station. He only had white noise, or maybe his voice. He gave up on talking though by year five. Once in year 8 he had tried to talk again, and it took him a day just to say “hello.” He didn’t like how the hello sounded, though. It didn’t sound like him. It was too quiet. So a noise was different; it was new.

He stumbled towards the tracks, and peeked down into the depths of the tunnel. It was inky black, train tracks disappearing back into void. Wilbur had tried running down them once, back in the first month. He had stood up, hopped down onto the tracks, and started running. He appeared back at the other end of the station. 

So he wasn’t expecting anything to be at the end of it. 

But there was a light.

There was a light. Wilbur’s eyes widened for the first time since year one.

He crumpled down onto the tracks when a low rumbling shook the floor, his legs too weak from sitting for so long to be able to support him. 

The light and rumbling grew closer, and down there on the tracks, Wilbur realized he was scared. He felt scared. Feeling anything was strange to him, and it was scary, and the fact that it was scary was euphoric.

But there was still a train barreling towards him. And Wilbur didn’t want to know what happened to people who died a second time in Limbo.

He scrambled to get to his feet, gripping the edge of the platform, and heaving himself up onto it. Wilbur laid there, feeling the ground underneath him tremble, and he smiled.

The train pulled in, steam mixing with the smoke of the station and curling up into clouds like a thunderstorm overhead. The red lights of its interior beaming out onto the tile floors and walls, almost like some sort of creature staring him down. That’s what it felt like. Something strange, a UFO arriving to abduct him. 

He turned behind him to look at the station wall, watched the red lights move slowly and steadily in row and then stop like soldiers marching, and saw his shadow. It broke up the even line of red streaks, his form strange and frustrating to him but so interesting as it disturbed the uniformity of the lights. It moved with him when he raised his arms and legs, and he held up a hand and made a little shadow puppet in it. He hadn’t seen a shadow in 13 years. 

The train’s doors slid open. 

Wilbur had no idea what to expect, but he clambered onto the train as fast as he could despite it all. He didn’t fucking care. The air was different in the train, it was less stagnant. It felt like he was actually breathing. Maybe he was. 

His breath was sucked out from him though when he locked eyes with the ghost of himself standing next to him in the train car. He wasn’t saying anything, just crying; his tears thick and ultramarine blue as they fell onto the metal floor. Wilbur just stared at him, and the ghost stared back. After what felt like eternity- or maybe only a second, the ghost stepped out of the train, and onto the platform, its tears dripping after it. A realization came to him at that moment. If his ghost was entering the station…. then surely that meant he would be taking his place… in the world of the living. He was going home.

He continued to stare out the doors at his ghost, and it gave a little wave and a very small smile. Wilbur found himself waving back despite himself. He wanted to talk- had so many things to say, so much to ask- but still his voice wouldn’t find him. And as the train whistle blew, and the doors slid shut, Wilbur watched as the ghost’s legs gave out beneath it, and it slipped down to the tile floor, where he had been for 13 years. He almost felt bad. Almost. But he was going back- he was going back.

He was going back.

Feeling the train begin to move, he stumbled into a seat, and watched out the windows into the pitch black void. Wilbur fully expected to be sent back into the station, a quick roundabout trip much like when he ran down the tracks. 

But he didn’t end up back at the station.

Instead, he braced himself as the train picked up speed. He felt his heart start to hammer in his chest- or was that a normal heartbeat? He gripped the pole in front of him and stared at his hands. They glowed red in the light of the train, like he was covered in blood. Maybe he was bleeding. He couldn’t bleed in Limbo, he figured that out within the first week.

And as the train continued, the colors shifted away from the searing red into a light cool gray. Like morning, he thought to himself. His whole body started to hurt. 

Hurt. His body hurt. He was feeling something.

But his body hurt a lot, he realized, and he looked down at his hands again. The left one was still red, but the lights had changed. It wasn’t red in the cabin. He realized again that it was blood. He was bleeding. He was bleeding on his left arm. He turned, craning his neck to see the blood seeping through his brown coat, and he sat there mesmerized by it. 

The train whistle blew again, and the car began to rattle like airplane turbulence. He gripped the pole tighter, the blood from his arm drying and making his hand stick to the metal. He felt everything get faster and faster, and just when he was about to fall out of his seat, when it became too much for him-

Wilbur sat up.

Looking down, he saw his hands pressed into the gravel of a destroyed stone room. He dug his fingers into it, feeling the stones poke and jab at his hands, the blood from his arm pooling down and mixing into the rocks. He spent a good minute just feeling the ground before finally pushing himself up. Standing, he stared perplexed at the shrine next to him. Peering down at it, he saw a chest labeled “For Wilbur”, and a L’manberg flag hung in the center. Was it a grave… for him?

It was his grave. He was standing next to his own grave. A strange, inhuman sound petered up through his body, and though he knew it was a surprised laugh, it sounded like a sickly child’s wheeze.

But despite the blissful levels of joy at breathing in air into his lungs, and feeling the ground beneath him shift- he wasn’t used to uneven ground, not with the perfectly flat tile of the station- he was confused, terrifyingly so. 

Why was he back? Why was he brought back? It had been so long- why now? Who decided he was worthy of coming back- after everything he had done? Who deemed him worthy?

He heard blocks being mined, and after a moment Tommy met his eyes. Tommy stood there, white in his hair, thick cardigan buttoned snugly around him, pale, cold looking hands tightly gripping the lead of a blue sheep, eyes wide with what looked like pure terror, and he gasped. 

Wilbur fought for his voice to work. He had been the entire train ride- trying to get something, anything out- but he had no luck. So he forced himself, vocal chords unused and scratchy, voice quiet, and he said,

“Hello again.”

[tatakaebomb]

Backseat

ꕥ Pairing : Kokonoi Hajime x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : 'backseat of the Rari pullin' over just to ride it'

ꕥ Word count : 1.7k

ꕥ A/N: Bonten's mr krabs really deserves more smut. Inspired by chase atlantic because im a whore <3

ꕥ TW: Car sex, jealousy, dirty talk, spanking, praise, soft dom! koko but he’s also a lil mean, daddy is said once, rough sex, slight degradation, hair pulling, brat! reader, teasing , mentions of cheating, unprotected sex, creampie, probably others i can’t think about, money signs, fluff at the end lol, 18+

After a few good months, you got used to being Koko's poster girl. The whole fake relationship is working out for the both of you, you get amazing sex and a hefty allowance to spend every month and he gets a pretty girl to flaunt around Bonten's headquarters. Its a win-win situation.

His cold way of being didn't bother you too much, neither did him disappearing every other night and coming back in the morning with purple marks on his chest and scratches on his back.

After all, you got anything you wished for, right?

This wasn't always the truth though, sometimes you got lost in his eyes as he spoke to you, sometimes you feel like you needed more than presents and money thrown your way, sometimes an irrational feeling of jealousy would take over your mind.

He's allowed to go fuck around with more women than you could imagine, while you'd get yelled at if you even dared look once in the way of any of the other Bonten's members. It was so hypocritical and selfish of him, but you complaining at this point would just make you seem ungrateful though.

He wasn't yours.

But you wanted him to be.

You started falling for the pure and unfiltered version of him you'd often only get to see in the bedroom when he'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear, praising you and telling you how good you're taking him. It felt like it was the only time Koko would allow himself to open up to you, only to go back to acting like you're nothing but another one of his bitches by the morning. It hurt, but your pride wouldn’t allow you to admit it.

-

You grabbed your shopping bags after checking out at the Louis Vuitton store, holding Koko's black credit card in your hand with a smile.

" You got everything ?" He asks as he takes his hands out his pockets, turning and twisting the gold ring on his left pinkie finger as he waits for you to catch up to him.

"Wait!" You call out to him from behind, huffing and puffing struggling to hold the big bags.

He turns around and rolls his eyes, walking back towards you and snatching the bags from your hands, allowing you to pace behind him in the parking lot.

He places the bags in the trunk as you reach the only car left in the dark parking lot, street lights reflecting off his favourite Ferrari's black hood.

You take a seat in the front and check your phone, it was almost closing time everywhere, that's how shopping trips usually go with Koko.

He sits in the drivers seat, throwing his phone in the cup holder next to you before pulling the door shut.

"You can't even carry some damn bags" Koko chuckles as he turns the key in the ignition, making the engine roar.

"My feet hurt Hajime, these leather heels are such a pain" You pout, making him raise an eyebrow as he drives out of the parking lot.

"Take them off, you got 3 new pairs today i hope at least one of them is comfy"

You giggle bending down in the leather seat to take off the heels, sighing in relief when your bare feet touch the clean floor mat.

"No heels are comfy"

"Suck it up, pretty" He grins, making you roll your eyes. You take your phone out and start mindlessly scrolling on Instagram, when a notification from Koko's phone makes it flash on, immediately catching your attention.

You pick up the phone making him quickly try to grab it, but you already read what was displayed on the screen.

Baby ♥︎

When are u coming over? miss u..

He snatches the phone out of your hand, one of his hands still placed on the staring wheel while you scoff, crossing your arms.

"Who's baby?" You ask, jealousy dripping off your tongue.

He grins and places a hand on your thigh, continuing to drive.

"Come on, Y/N" He begins, not taking his eyes off the road.

"It doesn't matter"

You grab his hand and push it away, tense expression written on your face as you stand straighter.

"This isn't fucking fair Koko, you always do this"

You yell out, making him yell in return, grin quickly fading from his lips.

"Why do you even care, isn't all i do for you enough?"

"Stop the car, im getting out" You coldly reply,your tone settling down.

"Fine" He replies, taking a left turn leading you into an alleyway.

You quickly tug on the handle multiple times, but it doesn't open.

"Open the damn door, i'm tired of you" You demand, still desperately trying to pull and open the door.

A tug on your hair makes you let out a surprised gasp, Koko turning your head to look at you.

"Backseat" Only one word comes out his mouth, but by his tone you already knew you'd be in deep shit if you didn't do as he asked.

You cock your head slightly, a mischievous smirk forming on your face,

"What if i don't?" You reply, your eyes boring into his. He tightens his grip and pulls your face closer, his lips hovering over yours.

"Don't make me repeat myself"

Koko loosens the grip on your hair allowing you to sit up and bend over towards the back seat, a loud smack on your ass filling the car as he quickly follows you.

He crashes his lips on yours, long passionate kisses exchanged as you slowly straddle on top of him, grinding down on his clothed bulge making your short skirt slide up.

Placing his hands on your ass and pulling you closer, low groans escapes his lips into the kiss before he pulls away, leaving the both of you panting.

You look into his eyes as he traces his hands up to your waist, his cold eyes scanning your features before leaning down into your ear,

"You're tired of me hm?"

A loud hard smack to your bare ass makes you let out a whimper, another one following straight after making your whole body jolt up.

"Answer me, you fucking brat"

"N-No, im sorry daddy-"

*Smack*

Curses leave your lips as he continues to abuse the delicate skin, leaving red hand marks onto it as you feel him hardening under you.

You lower your hands to his pants, unbuttoning it quickly between smacks as you bite into the skin of his shoulder, muffling your screams. He caresses the red skin making you wince, lowering his hand between your legs.

A low gasp escapes his lips, faux sympathy clearly apparent in his tone as he slides your panties to the side, dipping the tip of his finger between your folds repeatedly making you whine and push your ass back against his hand.

"You're dripping wet, my slut needed attention this much mm?" He pulls you from his shoulder by the nape of your neck, watching your eyes water and your lips part as he slides a finger inside your core.

"Hajime.." His name rolls off your lips as he adds another finger to your aching cunt, moving them at a painfully slow pace causing you to bite your lip and look up at him through your wet eyelashes, eyes begging for more.

"So fuckin desperate," He murmurs , pulling you into a kiss as he increases his pace, muffled moans escaping into his mouth as you push yourself back on his fingers matching his movements.

He pulls back and smirks, watching you as you grind against him, craving the friction.

You tug down on the band of his boxers, letting a trail of spit run down from your lips to his swollen tip as you stare up at him with an innocent smile.

"Fuck, good girl" He bites on his bottom lip before picking you up and slowly dropping you on his cock, watching your sweating body squirm on top of him, soft moans escaping your lips as you reach the bottom.

He grabs your ass and bounces you on top of him, small groans muffling into your skin as he buries his face in your neck.

You tangle a hand in his hair, pants and load moans spilling from your mouth as he slowly starts increasing his pace.

"Is this why you're acting up, mm? This - fuck- this what you needed ?" He groans into your neck, biting down on the skin as he grips on the sore skin of your ass.

"'Need you..Hajime" You pull him closer to your neck, your stomach twisting as you feel your orgasm approaching, hair falling over your face as he continues to fuck up into you.

"G'nna..cumm" You slur on your words, your eyes glistening with lust as he lifts his head to look at your fucked out expression, your head thrown back.

"Cum for me princess, show me how much you needed this cock"

His words push you over the edge, body trembling on top of his as your walls clench around him, curses leaving your mouth as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

You look down at him, placing a soft kiss on his lips as you feel him twitch inside you, his pace slowly becoming sloppier as you approach your 2nd orgasm, his cock hitting your spot every time.

"Koko.."

"Fuck,Y/N" He groans into your ear, coming undone at the same time as you as sloppy kisses are exchanged, feeling him fill you up with his cum.

You pull away slowly and he begins lifting you up, laying you down on the back seat, a chuckle leaving his lips as he watches your legs shaking.

"Hajime ?" You flutter your eyelashes, voice tired and coming out in small pants.

"Mm?" He hums, tracing a finger on your thigh.

"Can we-"

"Shh" He hovers down over you, placing a light kiss on your forehead.

" Want me to yourself ?"

"Mhm" You answer with a smile, lifting a hand to play in his hair.

"Thats all you had to say, pretty" He answers grinning, making your eyes twinkle as you look up at him.

-

And from that night forward, you finally felt like he was only yours.