#but now that the shoe is on the other foot you've suddenly changed your mind?

[thegetdownrebooter]

That 40 year old loser needs to keep megan's name out her mouth.

Go back to your rapist husband icky.

[pumpkindr]

stolen midnights in empty corridors | 1

summary: you and draco have been at each other's throats ever since first year. You would rather die that be involve with the likes of him. But one night changes everything. How did it come to throwing each other raging shouts to hidden pleasant whispers in empty corridors

pairings: draco malfoy x fem!gryffindor reader

this is my first draco fic omg, please let me know what you think!

You stupid bloody git, I will kill you!" you shouted angrily at the blond boy in front of you. He was laughing off with his stupid goons while you stand across them with your fists close, ready to attack. 

"What will you do, Elrod? Throw a book at me again? That's scary..." he taunted. You did pick the thickest book you had from your bag and chucked it to him. Shame that it did not land on his face. 

"If you lay your bloody hands on my cat one more time, Malfoy. I swear to Godric's name I'll snap your neck in your sleep!" you lowered your pride and walked towards him to get your book from the floor beside him.

But, of course, he does not let you off easy. He put his right foot over your book. You looked up and glared at him. 

"Remove your foot on my book, Malfoy." this boy was really testing your patience. You gritted your teeth and tried to remove your book under his shoe, but to no success. 

"Fucking kiss my shoe then," he squinted his eyes at you, provoking you. 

You take a deep breath and stand up. He was pretty tall so you had to look up and stare at his piercing grey eyes. It was a shame how pretty he was (even though it's disgusting you had to say he's pretty) but he had a rotten attitude. 

Students were already passing by, going to there respective classes. You are going to be late to Professor Snape's Potions Class if Malfoy and his goons continue to taunt you. 

You had to so something. And so you did. 

You punched him straight to his face, particularly his right cheek. He yelped from the impact and Crabbe and Goyle had to grab both of his arms for him not to stumble down. Pansy gasped and tried to attack you but you dodged by bowing down to get your book and walking away, 

"Fucking kiss my fist then, Malfoy." 

It's been four years ever since you entered Hogwarts School. You've been sorted under Gryffindor, because of your bravery and courage, as what the Sorting Hat said. You've met Hermione on the Hogwarts Express train and learned that she's also Muggle-born like you. Ron and Harry also became your friends the second day Hermione introduces you to them. 

Draco Malfoy hated your group. He had this continuing rage with Harry, unstoppable insults towards Ron, and his hurtful comments to you and Hermione being a Muggle-born. You've been used to it. The insults, the comments. 

But turned second year when he was suddenly targeting you whenever you're alone. He'd have Crabbe and Goyle pull your hair, Parkinson (bloody ugly girl who fancies Malfoy, who in their right mind fancies an evil boy like him?) tripping you and all the likes. You do stand up for yourself, even your friends defend you, but then they continue to be more than you can handle. 

There was one time where Malfoy spelled your hair turning it into green (a color which you hate the most) and you had to endure it for two weeks straight (but then you had your revenge by turning his hair pink, suits him right). 

There was another time where he had to trip you while you're holding your cauldron, it was not a good sight to see. Putting a frog spell in your bag, which you cried about continuously for a day because you hated frogs. (no offense to Neville Longbottom's toad). He always gets in your nerves. You've always thought about going home and stop going to Hogwarts but you won't give him that satisfaction, no, never. 

You've endured his wicked ways towards you and your friends. You've never been physical with him, until now. 

He had the audacity to hide your familiar cat, Wisdom, at the roof of the Astronomy tower. Wisdom is scared of heights. You had to look for her and skip your classes because although she comes immediately when you call for her, that afternoon she was nowhere to be found. 

You never thought Malfoy was to blame. But when you saw him laughing at you when you were calling for Wisdom, you had to really stop him. So when students who saw Malfoy putting Wisdom at the roof of Astronomy tower, you tended to her first. Then confronted Malfoy, thus his now bloody face. 

"Miss Y/N Elrod, you're late," Snape tutted. You swallowed the lump in your throat and muttered your apology. You stride towards your seat beside Neville. 

"Where were you?" he whispered. You just gave him a sheepish smile. 

"Malfoy." you answered and you saw how he understood why and how he was sorry you had to go through something again involving Malfoy. That idiot. He's never gonna stop is he? 

You looked in front and see that Snape's still glaring at you. 

"If you have time to talk after being late, Miss Elrod, then maybe you wouldn't mind if I take off five points from Gryffindor, no?" 

"No, that's--"

"Five points from Gryffindor." he said with finality and you heard your Gryffindor classmates groan. "And now.." 

Snape was cut off from what he was about to say when Malfoy and his goons went inside. You observed and waited for Snape to snap at them and take off points from Slytherin but he never did. He just glared at them. 

"Professor, aren't you gonna take off points from them?" You had to slap yourself mentally from talking out loud. 

You saw Malfoy smirked and took a seat two rows from you. 

"I'm sure Mr. Malfoy has important business to attend to, now..." 

"What if I had some important business to attend to also?" you sense your classmates, especially the Gryffindor ones, glaring at you. You really need to stop talking. 

"Are you gonna let me teach this class or am I going to take fifty points from your house as you keep questioning me, Miss Elrod?" You can hear Snape's patience towards you running out. 

"You can go on, Professor." 

"I thought so." 

-

"Merlin's beard, what happened you your hands?" Hermione asked as soon as the four of you gathered in the Great Hall to eat your dinner. "What happened?" 

You inspect your knuckles, you removed the stains of blood earlier so now there was just a bruise and a small cut left. You stroke your hand and flick your wrist to lessen the pain that your hand was feeling. 

You were about to answer when Ron beat you to it. 

"I think Malfoy happened," he jutted his chin towards the entrance and the four of you looked at the direction he was looking to. "Bloody hell, Y/N. You threw in a good punch." 

Your eyes glide at Malfoy's face. He has his hand holding an ice against his right eye. When he removed his hand, you see a purple bruise forming on his cheek. He catches your stare and glared at you. 

He moves swiftly to your spot and pointed at your face. 

"My father will hear about this, Elrod! You fucking mudblood!" he yelled. 

You were about to answer back but he grabs your collar with both of his hands and you were face to face with him. 

Your eyes were wide from the shock, you can fee Harry and Hermione's hand grabbing you from the back but Malfoy's grip on your collar was tight and it slows down your breath a bit. 

"Malfoy, stop it!" 

"Drop it, Malfoy! You deserve her fist!" 

"Let go of Y/N, Malfoy!"

You were already catching your breath with small gasps while you and Malfoy both held a glaring contest. His icy grey eyes piercing through your soul. You can see his face up close. Smell his breath which scents off mint and green apples probably from his breakfast earlier. 

"You. fucking. mudblood. You will pay for this." he snarled tightening his grip on your collar. 

That snapped you back to reality and you slapped him hard but that didn't remove his fingers on you. 

"Let me go, Malfoy!" you cried. You pushed him back hard and throw punches on his chest. 

You see Harry going in between you and Malfoy and tried removing his hold from you. 

"Malfoy, you arsehole, let me go! Or I swear to Godric, I will cut your hands!" you shouted at his face. Students were already surrounding you but some are just watching.

They're use to this kind of scenes, but it was the first time Malfoy got close to you and did you like this. 

He pushed you back so you stumbled your ass on the floor. You held yourself up with your hands and glared at him through your teary eyes You adjusted your collar and coughed to take in some air. 

"Godric, Malfoy! You nearly killed her!" Harry shouted. 

Hermione and Ron went to my side and stood me up. My eyes never left Malfoy's. I'm so angry. But also I'm shocked and scared with what happened. It's the first time he's done this. 

"Then you should've let me," Malfoy's voice dripped with venom. Crabbe and Goyle were also shocked, Pansy was staring at him with also surprise in her features. "I'll make you pay for punching me on the face, Elrod."

And he left.

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Bedeviled | Chapter 6: rigor samsa

Pairing: demon!jungkook x female reader

Genre: E2L, drama, romance, angst, horror

WC: 5.8k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, physical injuries, pain, cruelty, blood, fear, depictions of Hell and people in it, I think that's all pls kindly let me know if I missed something

Previous

You hobble along, jaw clenched to the point of cramping as you try your best to look where you're walking. 

No matter which place looks clear, you can't seem to avoid whatever keeps stabbing your feet. 

JK just walks alongside you, whistling lowly as he scans the area. 

This could be so much worse. 

So so so much worse. 

As you think to yourself, you keep your eyes on the ground. Then you suddenly see something different than the dirt you've seen since coming to Hell. 

You slow to a stop as the dirt reveals even more of a path that looks to be made of rusted metal. No doubt it used to be gold. 

It looks smooth to the touch, but when you take a curious step onto it, it's rough and hot. 

Very very hot. 

You suck in a breath and pull your foot back. 

"Ouch," you hiss quietly. 

"Something wrong?"

You look over at him and shake your head, "No."

"You don't sound sure."

He clearly knows what's going on, but finds amusement in taunting you however he can. 

"Having shoes on is sounding pretty good right about now, huh?" 

You look away from him, "I don't need to walk on the path, I can just go on the dirt-"

The look he sends you gives you an idea that apparently that's not the case. 

You two stand there and stare at each other for a while. 

"Why?" You eventually ask. 

He looks you up and down, observing the way you still keep your wrist cradled gingerly. 

"If you want to take your chances, be my guest."

You look back at the path, then take in your surroundings for a moment. 

The trees look almost like the path, as if they used to be a radiant gold before they rusted and became misshapen until they resembled a grotesque forest that was stripped of all its former pride and glory. 

You look back at him. 

It's hard to tell if he's just trying to mess with your head or if he's serious about needing to stay on the path. Nothing looks like there should be a reason to follow his words. 

Which might be why you should. 

Or why he would think that you would even though you don't need to. 

He continues to watch you try and figure it out in your head. 

It's interesting to see the wheels turn in your mind, to see you go back and forth, wondering if you can trust him or not, to guess what might happen if you don't heed his words and should have. 

The way you mumble to yourself anxiously and look around as you rub a gentle thumb on your swollen wrist, wincing every once in a while. 

It's all so entertaining to him. 

It seems like a million years have passed by the time you nod to yourself and place your foot gingerly on the path before pulling it back again, trying to hide the hiss that escapes you. 

Arrrggghhh. 

You bite your lip before turning to him again, "What happens?"

"What makes you think I'll divulge that information?"

"Shall we just stand here and wait for you to tell me?"

He shakes his head, "Nah, see this is what's going to happen."

You flinch when he bends down to your level, "You're going to make a decision and stick to it. If you change your mind, you'll see what else you have to deal with,” He glances at your wrist then back at you.

Keeping eye contact with him, you don't stutter as you respond back evenly, "Fine, but if I make the wrong one, you get to deal with me complaining the whole time."

He smirks and straightens up.

"Deal."

You turn away and look out into the distance, noting that the path just keeps going, further than you are able to see. 

No more dilly dallying. 

You get onto the path and start walking briskly, biting your bottom lip harshly as you try to imagine that you're walking on snow. So much snow. The coldest snow you've ever walked on, it's so cold that you really wish you could be walking on a hot dirt road in the middle of summer. 

Oh what you wouldn't give to walk on a blazing hot trail-

Your speedwalking picks up and before you know it, you're jogging. 

The jiggling on your left wrist is excruciating at first, but then it turns into a distraction from the burning ground under your poor bare feet. 

The end of the path is non-existent, stretching on and on.

I can do this...

I can do this...

I can do this...

I can do this-

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"Orabeoni!!!" 

Yoongi turns to see the small child responsible for the high-pitched squealing running towards him at full speed down the trail, hot dirt kicking up under her shoes. 

Her skirts are bunched in her tiny fists, just like they always are. Her hair is flying around her face even as she shakes her head to try and get it off so she can see. 

That's when he notices a lot of her hair is shorter than the rest of it. 

"____, what on earth happened to your hair-"

You barrel into him, wrapping your small arms around his waist as you continue to screech, "HE CUT MY HAIR! HE CUT MY HAIR-"

"Who-"

"APPLE!"

The older boy looks up to see your best friend running down the path, waving a pair of small shears in his hand, "APPLE I'M SORRY!" He's sobbing uncontrollably. 

Yoongi bites back a laugh as the small child catches up, his bottom lip trembling. 

"Well if it isn't the half-pint."

"I'm sorry Apple, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

You stuff your face into your cousin's abdomen, trying your best not to cry at the loss of some of your beautiful hair. 

"What happened?" Yoongi kneels and lets you hug him as he gently takes the shears from the youngin still sobbing his head off. 

"I- I- I was trying to g-give Apple a pretty haircut-" his words get drowned out in his tearful sorrow when he sees your hair again. 

Yoongi chuckles, "Mm? And who came up with that idea?"

The tiny boy hesitates for a minute, only responding after Yoongi gives him a warning look to tell the truth. He points a shaky finger at the four year old in his arms, who still has yet to come out from hiding. 

"Apple," he whispers in a small watery voice. 

You finally turn to glare at him, "I didn't told you to make it ugly!"

Huge teary eyes stare back at you, "B-b-but you're not ugly, Apple-"

Yoongi bursts into laughter at the whole situation. 

Your face turns bright red at your best friend's words, "Really?" you whisper shyly. 

He nods enthusiastically, "You're pretty still."

"...honest honest?"

"Honest honest," his voice sounds congested as he wipes his runny nose with the back of his hand before wiping at his tears.

"He's right, ____. You still look beautiful, but we can fix it up, alright?" Yoongi assures you.

You nod. 

It was a bit strange being the only one in the town with short hair, but you grew to like it quite a lot. It was different, even though your mother was at her wits end when she found out. But hiding your short hair under a scarf was better than walking around with half of it cut off and the other half past your shoulder. 

No one really cared to look at the kids running around anyway, they didn't care to notice your hair was shorter than all the little boys. But your best friend never failed to remind you that you looked as pretty as always, while it was short and while it grew out. 

You had cried an apology to him a few hours later for being so upset with him for cutting it wrong, you had never meant to yell at your favorite person. He assured you it was okay while your aunt cut the rest of it off, always very mature for his age, even at five years old.

You could never hurt him, you would always be his lovely Apple, no matter what.

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You don't even register when you end up breaking into a full-on sprint down the path, constantly trying to get as much air into your lungs as you can while also trying not to focus on the horrible pain on the soles of your feet. 

At some point, it occurs to you that you still don't know if you're doing this pointlessly or not. You haven't tried to turn and ask. Honestly he's probably not even behind you anyway. He most definitely is waiting for you at the end of this road.  

If it even has an end. 

That thought makes your legs feel weaker than they already do, which starts to put a damper on your painfully hopeful spirit.

It has an end, ____. 

Everything has an end. 

Except for this place. 

The suffering here will never end for some.

You force those wretched thoughts out of your head. 

You don't need them, they won't help you at all. 

Even if they're true. 

You concentrate on making your legs go faster, ignoring the way they scream at you for a moment of rest. If you stop, your feet will most likely be burnt beyond repair. It's already nearly unbearable even as you run. 

Not gonna take that chance to stop. 

-

The end of the path does not bring the comfort you so foolishly thought it would. 

You saw the rusted gold come to an end, you saw the dirt, the relief seeping into your bones as it got closer and closer.

You didn't think you'd be able to keep it up much longer. 

Thank you. 

When you finally reach the end, you stumble onto the dirt, but immediately cry out and fall onto the ground, the majority of your weight going to your knees. The soles of your feet were so tender that the sharp plants and stones littering the ground were a hundred times more painful than they were before. 

You drop your head onto your arm as a cry bursts from your lips. Curling your legs up as you lay on the ground and cry, you feel your body shaking from the amount of pain you're in. 

"God- please-" you sob, clutching your wrist as you pray fruitlessly for the throbbing to stop. 

You only move from the fetal position for a moment, to throw up from the pain alone consuming you. 

"I c-can't take-" you cough so violently that it triggers another gagging fit. Nothing comes up though, there's nothing left in you to. 

After a few minutes, you just lay there numbly, attempting to ignore the horrible shakes controlling your body as you stare at the dirt that moves whenever you let out a breath. 

Nine circles...

Nine circles...

Fourth circle...

Nine circles...

Fourth circle...

Nine circles...

The thoughts spin endlessly in your foggy brain.

Eventually, you hear something. The sounds and sights around you start to become clear. 

You're still so out of it that you can't figure out what the sound is. It sounds like something heavy being rolled across the ground. 

Blinking slowly, you lift your head a little to see blurry figures that move around strangely.

A few seconds go by before you can see them. 

What you notice first, is the enormous stone structure a couple hundred feet in front of you. It looks like a giant temple that crumbled long ago, some of it still intact, but just barely. 

In the middle of the temple, is a golden statue. 

A chill runs down your spine. 

The huge statue looks like a muscled older man, naked with curly hair framing his face and a raggedy beard. He's crouching down in an almost goblin-like stance, limbs contorting grotesquely. 

The worst part of it is the fact that he's staring right into your soul, even from a distance you can see his piercing eyes clearly. 

You're frozen, too scared to even breathe. 

...Is it a statue?

You're expecting it to come to life and charge at you any second.

When an agonizing minute passes and it doesn't even twitch, you gulp. 

Then your eyes flit to the side to see the figures that were moving. Now you can see that there are people around the outside of the fallen temple; surrounding it. They're dressed in filthy rags that barely cover them at all. 

Now you know what the noise was. 

All of them are in pairs, standing about twenty feet apart and rolling giant boulders back and forth between each other. 

They are dead silent. 

The only sound is that of the stones rolling and rolling and rolling on the hard earth, never stopping, never giving the sinners a moment of rest. 

Not a single scream, not a cry of agony passes their lips. 

Their appearances make up for the lack of voices; muscles straining to the point of nearly tearing through the skin, sweat coating their bodies until they look like they've been dipped in oil, faces so exhausted the skin hangs in limp wrinkles, their eyes black and sagging. 

You close your eyes, heart aching deeply in your chest as you let your head hang. 

One tear falls to the ground before the silence is broken. 

"It's pointless crying for them."

He stands next to your smaller frame as you stay huddled on the ground. 

"They can't hear you pity them. You could walk right up to any of them and they'd never sense your presence, not even if you slapped them in the face," he chuckles as if he knows this from doing it himself. 

When he sees you look at him, he snickers, "If you think that's the worst I've done, you're wrong. They can feel it, but can't react."

The demon crouches close to you, points at one of them, and whispers, "The hoarder," then he points to the other of the pair that catches the boulder and proceeds to push it back, "And the wasteful."

You swallow the lump in your throat. 

"Look at how tired they are. I just know they're dying to scream, to find some way to make the pain lessen at all. Bet they're regretting being such greedy and selfish little bastards-"

"Stop."

He breathes out a laugh at your voice breaking in your pathetic attempt at ordering him around. 

"What? You don't enjoy knowing that they suffer so much more than you?"

You wipe at your eyes and clear your throat, "What do you get out of saying these things? Thinking these things? Like you said, they can't hear you." You turn to look at him, eyes darting between his, "Who are you trying to convince that they suffer more? Me or you?"

JK stares at you for a minute, glaring into your eyes, unflinching. 

You see him swallow a second before he looks away and stands up. 

"Get up."

You don't argue, knowing he'll just yank you up unkindly anyway if you hesitate. So, you struggle for a moment, but finally get to your feet, blowing out a puff of air when the sharp pain returns to your feet. 

He seems to get enjoyment from the pained whimper that slips out accidentally because of a wrong step. 

Staying true to his character, he leaves you to stumble after him as he makes his way straight towards the temple. 

You keep an eye on the statue that gets closer with each painful step. Not even the stone underfoot relieves the pain when you reach the structure. 

Just as he said, the sinners continue with their eternal punishment, unaware of the two of you passing through. 

At one point, the demon kicks a broken piece of the temple that was lying in his path. It rolls and hits one of the sinners in the ankle, immediately drawing blood that seeps into the ground, staining it red. 

The man doesn't react physically. 

You hear a low chuckle and clench your jaw, reminding yourself that you can do nothing to stop him from tormenting anyone he chooses. 

Stay strong, ____. 

Do not give up hope. 

I promised.

When the two of you reach the unsettling statue, you notice the treasure surrounding the bottom of it that you didn't see before. Piles of gold coins hold colorful gems and glittering jewelry, more than you've ever seen. The statue's eyes seem to follow your movement as you pass.

JK tries not to curse out loud when you merely glance at the pile of treasures, then continue limping away, unfazed. 

Fuck. 

So it isn't Greed.

She didn't even fucking hesitate.

There's no question about it, this circle is useless to him apart from breaking down your physical and mental determination.  

The way you move slowly, favoring your right foot particularly, gives him at least some satisfaction. 

-

Something that strikes you later is that it's starting to feel cold. 

It was hot earlier, disgustingly so.

But now there's an unsettling chill in the air, making you pull your cardigan around you more. 

The ground gets cold surprisingly fast. You can't tell if it makes your feet feel better or worse at this point. 

The stone structure is far behind now, nothing but desolate terrain ahead as far as you can make out in the dark. 

"Can we please stop?"

He keeps walking, kicking stones left and right as he goes. 

"Please," you call out, stopping where you are. 

The demon stops and turns to look at you, "What?"

"Can we please stop for a little bit?" You ask, pretty sure he's going to say no, but you really can't go on right now. 

He stares at you for a second, then you see his eyes drag down your body, all the way to your feet and then back up until he looks into your eyes again. 

"Fine."

You blink a few times.

"Huh?"

"I said fine," he snaps, "I already told you, it's you that decides how long we take. You can fuck yourself over as much as you want."

You turn away and look for something to sit on. 

There's a decent sized rock a few feet away, so you start hobbling over to it. It looks big enough that you might even be able to lay down on it if you curl up. 

What a relief.

But right before you get there, you feel him knock into your shoulder as he brushes past and sits on the rock. 

He leans back, putting his hands behind his head and lifting one of his legs to sit bent on the rock while the other one stays on the ground. He's too tall to fit on it all the way, but that doesn't seem to bother him. 

At your silence, he glances over to see you staring at him. You look tired and at a loss for what he's doing. 

"What?" He asks casually as you stand there stupidly, "Did you expect me to sit on the ground like an animal? How rude," he groans as he adjusts himself to be more comfortable. 

You're in too much pain to argue, and you're not about to risk getting another injury for crossing him. 

So, you turn and look around but can't see very well with how dark it is. 

As you limp around and try to find somewhere to sit, there's suddenly a sparking sound and you flinch; turning to see a fire has appeared. Just like in the cave, it doesn't appear to be sitting on anything, just hovering above the ground. 

You lift your gaze to see him sigh and shift on the rock again, his eyes closed, silently rubbing his satisfaction in your face. 

The light of the fire allows you to see his smug expression, but it also uncovers a small rock on the opposite side of the fire that you can at least sit on. 

Ha.

Bet he wasn't intending to do that. 

You go over to the rock and sit down gingerly, wincing at the hard surface against your bottom. 

At least it isn't the cold prickly ground. 

You sit there for a few minutes, just watching the fire crackle. 

When you're finally able to think clearly, you lift one of your feet to look at the bottom. Your stomach drops when you see the bloody mess you've been walking on for hours. 

After checking the other and seeing the same thing, you grab the end of your dress and start to tear at it. It doesn't take a lot for it to rip. 

The demon doesn't even twitch as you rip three good-size strips from the bottom of your dress. It's already ruined with mud and only Hell knows what else, no point in being disappointed. 

Gently brushing at the bottom of your right foot, you hiss quietly at the sting. You can't just wrap it up, it's muddy and has bits and pieces of sticks and leaves that'll leave it feeling far worse after an infection starts. 

If one hasn't started already. 

It takes a while, but you're able to clear most of the blood, sticks, and mud away enough to see the deep gashes that you can't do anything about right now. Wrapping it one-handed also proves to be a challenge; especially when you're perched on this stupid little rock, but you eventually get the white cloth wrapped around your foot, then slowly do the same to the left. 

By the time you're finished, your left wrist is pulsating with pain. 

You take the third piece of cloth you ripped off and start to carefully wrap your injured wrist. 

In the middle of doing so, you glance up and see him watching you. 

"What?" You ask.

He just smirks and closes his eyes again. 

You scoff and look back at the task at hand. 

"You're doing it wrong."

You drop the makeshift bandage, the rest of it hanging from your wrist as you look at him again, annoyance clear on your face. 

"Why do you care?"

"I don't."

"So stop," You mutter, then you grab the cloth again. 

"It's just annoying watching you be so incredibly stupid."

You grit your teeth. 

"Well, you're the one responsible for this," You hiss, "So, you can sit there and be annoyed for all I care."

"Ooh, grumpy."

You shake your head and go back to the bandaging. 

Don't let him get you riled up. 

You're just gonna feel worse-

"Ah! Ow!" You gasp in pain when he suddenly snatches your injured wrist and pulls it towards him as he stands over you, "What're you doing?!"

You hadn't even noticed him come over. 

"Just shut up," He mumbles, unwrapping what you already did and redoing it tighter. 

"Ah, stop, you're hurting me-"

"You're hurting yourself by writhing around, stop fucking moving."

You force yourself to stop moving, afraid he might make it worse if you don't listen. Then you look up and see the concentrated look on his face as he works, unconsciously getting lost in thought as you stare at him.

"You didn't make it tight enough. What the fuck is it gonna do if you just wrap it without any support? Idiot." He mutters angrily as he ties a tiny knot, then drops your hand.

You wince and pull your hand towards your chest, cradling it. 

He walks back over to his spot and sits down, glowering at the fire between you. 

You look down at your wrist, a small smile finding its way onto your face. 

It actually does feel better. 

A feeling of relief and maybe a little hope, settles in your body as you run your fingers along the bandage.

"Don't complain to me if you don't get enough rest by the time we need to move again."

You nod absentmindedly at his grumpy words, then you lower yourself to the ground and lay down. 

It's still cold and prickly, but the fire is nice and at least you've got your cardigan on to help with the sticks and rocks scattered about. 

You probably won't be able to sleep, but you can at least rest your eyes for a bit.

"How did you get to the entrance?"

Or not. 

You clear your throat, keeping your eyes closed as you respond, "I walked."

"No shit."

"You don't have to believe me, it doesn't affect me or what I'm doing," You remind him, yawning as you adjust your arm under your head. 

"What are you doing?"

A chuckle slips past your lips. 

"Why are you laughing?"

"You know," you mumble, "You have a lot of interest in someone you act like you couldn't care less about."

"Act?" He scoffs, "I don't care."

"Ok."

Silence stretches on for a few minutes. 

Then, "Why won't you just answer the question?"

You smile, "At this rate, I am gonna blame you for me not getting any rest."

You hear him scoff and mutter angrily to himself, the sound of him shifting around making you laugh quietly to yourself. 

After another minute, you open your eyes and look over to see him glaring up at the sky, his hands behind his head.

"Why are you so curious about me?" You ask, seemingly startling him for a second. 

Only a beat of silence before he answers, "Because nothing about you makes sense."

"I could say the same for you," You say quietly, watching his reaction. 

He turns his head and your eyes meet from across the flames still crackling lowly. 

"How do I not make sense? You know what I am."

"True."

He doesn't look away, which makes you feel a little nervous. 

You gulp and look down at your fingers, messing with a twig on the ground. 

"Wanna play a game?" You finally brave the question. 

When you hear him move, you look up to see that he's turned on his side to face you, propped up on his elbow as he looks at you carefully. 

"What game?"

"You can ask me whatever you want, and I have to answer-"

"Sounds good to me-"

"But," you continue, "If I do, then you need to answer one of my questions."

He narrows his eyes at you. 

"That's the game," you sit up on your elbow, mirroring his position, "If you wanna know something about me, I get something from you too."

JK pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, gnawing on it as he thinks about your proposition. 

"Fine, it's a deal."

You smile, "Deal."

"So," he leans back, keeping his eyes on you, "How did you get to the entrance?"

You bite your cheek, then you sigh, "If you really wanna know so bad. I was telling the truth before. I did a lot of research and knew where to find it, so I walked there. It's not as hard as people make it seem like."

Huh, he watches you carefully for a minute. 

"Fair enough," he mumbles, "But where did you get all of your information?"

"Ah ah ah," You wag your finger at him, "One question at a time. It's my turn."

"Fuckin' whatever," he groans and lays down, "Ask."

"How many souls have you stolen?"

He glances at you, then scoffs, "You could ask me anything and that's what you choose to ask?"

You nod. 

He rolls his eyes, "First of all, I didn't steal any of them. I took them as payment. The mortals make their own decision to give it to me in return for something or not."

"So? How many?" You press. 

"Thousands, I've lost count. My turn."

You sigh at his poor response, but you let him go anyway.

"Where did you get the information to find the entrance?"

"The Archive."

"What's that?"

"A library, full of things that a lot of people don't usually go looking for."

He glances suspiciously at you, but lets it go. 

"K, go ahead."

"What's your name?"

The demon barks out a laugh, "Why, you wanna summon me?"

You chuckle and shake your head, "Not in a million years."

He looks at you and you think you see a hint of a smile on his face before he smothers it. 

"JK."

"JK?" You repeat and he nods.

You swallow the lump in your throat and gesture at him to let him know he can ask now.

"How did you hear about the Flame of Immortality?"

"My best friend," You say immediately, then you clear your throat, "How long have you been here?"

JK looks at you in disbelief that you could ask such a stupid question. 

"Wait, you're serious?"

You nod. 

"You can't be that dumb."

"Just answer the question," you sigh. 

"Has it not fully sunk into your pea-brain yet that I'm a demon, sweetheart? I've been here since the beginning of Hell. Your mortal mind won't even be able to comprehend that amount of time, so don't even try."

You drop your gaze from his to the fire as he chuckles darkly. 

"Too bad you wasted your turn on that."

You lay down on your back and look up at the sky. 

All there is to see is thick black smoke, not a single cloud, not one little star shining in the dark. 

Nothing. 

"How did your best friend find out about it? She must have heard it from someone."

"He did, but he never told me who."

"He? Your best friend is a guy?"

"Yeah."

"Huh," he looks at the sky, "Does he know you're down here?"

"That's the third question you've asked," you say quietly, "It's my turn."

"Fucking- you're so damn slow, just ask whatever," he moans. 

“Did I make the right decision earlier to go on the path?”

“Yes. Were you really not affected by the treasure?”

“I have no interest in riches. What would have happened if I didn’t go on the path?”

He sighs and stretches one of his legs, groaning, “You would have wandered around, confused about what you were doing and where you were going. You would never have found your way out if I wasn’t there to direct you." He looks over at you, "Why do you feel for the prisoners here?”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“Because they chose to be here.”

“Yes, but none of them were born intending to make the decisions they made. Evil isn’t born, it’s made. I guess it just hurts my heart seeing people suffer, even if they chose it,” You pick at your nails, "I think I cry for the people they were supposed to be."

“Whatever mortal,” he sighs and looks back at the sky, “Your turn.”

You bite your lip before asking, "Why are you constantly trying to convince yourself that everyone here suffers more than you?" You watch him closely as he keeps his eyes upward. 

"Who says I do that?"

"That's not an answer."

"Well I don't. So I can't answer that-"

"Don't lie, it's against the rules-"

"And how the fuck you know I'm lying huh?" He snaps, "I said I don't, so stop acting like you need to expose me. I'm an open book, darling."

The way he says it is far from humorous.

"Ask a different question."

"That's not how it goes but whatever," you mumble, "Do you know any other demons here?"

"I know all the demons here. Does he know you're down here?"

"Who?"

"Your best friend."

"Yes and no."

"That's not a real answer-"

"Neither was yours-"

JK growls and sits up, "This is stupid. You keep changing the rules-"

"I do not!"

"What if I don't want to play your stupid game? What if I torture what I want to know out of you instead?"

"Then that's not something I can change. You'll do whatever you want to me anyway, right?"

He looks over at you to see you lay down and cross your arms, a grumpy look on your face.

After a minute, you turn on your side so your back is to him. 

He only hesitates for a second before calling over to you, "I wasn't done asking questions."

"Goodnight, JK."

Another few minutes pass in silence apart from the fire snapping periodically. 

"If he's your best friend, why would he make you come down here for him? Why is he sending you to do his dirty work?"

You sigh. 

"He can't do it himself."

"Why though? And why does he want the Flame-"

"Why do you think?" You turn to look at him, eyes filled with anger and grief, "Why would anyone want the Flame of Immortality? Do you think I want to be here, that I’m doing this for fun?"

"You made the decision to come here," he snaps. 

"Do you think I'd choose to come to this wretched place if it wasn't my only choice?"

"Why is it your only choice?" He stands up and walks over to the other side of the fire where you're still on the ground, "Why won't you just give up?"

"Because I can't!" You shout, "I'm not going to give up! I won't!"

"He's dying isn't he?" He whispers, a smirk pulling at his lips, "Your best friend who you're madly in love with is dying and you're doing this to save him."

Your watery eyes glare at him as you clench your jaw. 

"How utterly pathetic," he whispers in amusement, watching as a single tear rolls down your cheek. 

"You can taunt me all you want, demon. I won't stop until I get what I want."

"Even if you do get that Flame, what's your plan after that? It can only be used on one person. Is he really that much of a sorry ass that he'd take it and let you rot into old age?"

You swallow the huge lump in your throat. 

"Just shut up," you choke out. 

"What kind of pathetic bastard is this guy?"

"Please st-"

"And you," he laughs hollowly, "You're even more pathetic."

"I said shut up!" You struggle to your feet and get up in his space as much as you can, "I made a promise, and I'm going to keep it. He is waiting for me to save him and I'll be damned to HELL BEFORE I LEAVE HIM AGAIN!!!!" 

He just observes the tears streaming down your face as you shake with anger and sorrow. 

"Good," he finally spits, then he leans down into your face and snarls, "Because you voluntarily fucked yourself over, sweetheart. Give that Flame to your stupid little bastard friend, your ass is never leaving this place. Glad you finally figured that out."

He doesn't say anything more as you glare at him before turning and walking back to sit on the ground, your head falling into your hands as you burst into uncontrollable sobs. 

Eventually, you lay down again, but the tears don't stop. 

The fallen angel continues to sit on the large rock for hours, biting the nail on his thumb as he watches the mortal girl sobbing into her arms until exhaustion takes over her and she falls asleep, bare feet wrapped in bloody cloth tucked up under her torn skirt and hair matted and dirty. The anxiety and hopelessness is physically seeping from her. The despair will inevitably come.

She's starting to look like she belongs here.

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a/n: let me knnow what you thiiiink, next one will be longer than this sorry she was so short T-T tysm for reading

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[nxrthmizu]

happy birthday — tsukishima kei

pairing | tsukishima kei x reader

genre | fluff

w.c | 1.6k

↪ part two of this

second chance // an opportunity to try something again after failing one time

tsukishima kei wasn't expecting anyone. sure, it was his birthday, but he did have work the next day, and wasn't very keen on drinking himself senseless into the witching hour.

since yamaguchi, his mother, and akiteru had taken it upon themselves to inform half of japan of his birthdate, kei had just spent the past four hours repeating 'thank you' to people ranging from his junior high schoolmates and strangers he had never met. he was certain that 99% of the players involved with the japan volleyball league had shown up, much to the amazement of his museum colleagues.

the bell rings for the third time, and kei is suddenly hyperaware of how annoying the sound is. he had just sat down, for goodness's sake— was it too much to ask for one minute of rest?

with his socializing energy at an all-time-low, kei nearly tears the door off his hinges, greeting his unwelcome visitor with a fierce snarl. "what do you want—" the words clamp down on his throat, breaking his airflow for a whole five seconds as he stares, utterly floored. "... y/n?"

"...hey?" you look sheepish, holding a small, one-cake-slice-sized box in your hand. he's known you long enough to know that you did your makeup on the fly— the tremble of your eyeliner is a sure giveaway. "... uh... is this a bad time? cause i can come back later—"

"no!" he blurts, hands slamming onto the door frame. he hadn't caught a glimpse of you in six months, ever since that fateful night when you walked out through the same door you were now standing in front of. there wasn't a single night in those six, grueling months that he didn't think about you, or the warm feeling of having you contained within his arms. sure, there were nights when you two fought, heading to bed with your backs faced to each other— but when morning came, you would somehow be in his arms, and somehow kei just knew that things would blow over.

except maybe they didn't.

left with too much time to think, he analyzed every little argument the two of you ever had, critically examining every word he uttered. perhaps the break was needed— the two of you needed to take a step backwards, re-assessing what you two wanted for each other, what you two wanted together. what you said that night hadn't be wrong— there were just too many issues being swept under the rug, too many things you weren't communicating about, too many problems he elected to ignore, in hopes that they would just 'blow over'.

"i mean," he clears his throat, lifting his hand off the doorframe, groaning at the paint scratch he caused. "would... would you like to come in?"

mentally, he smacks his forehead. you don't need permission to enter! in his mind, kei still considers the apartment your home, too. even if you haven't stepped foot within its grounds for half a year.

"if that's okay?" you smile softly, holding up your cake box. "you've probably had some already, but i bought your favorite. if you're full, you could have it tomorrow morning, before work?"

"no, no, i'm not that full." kei instantly assures, even though he's already brushed his teeth. on normal circumstances, he would leave it for the next morning, but what was brushing his teeth one more time if he got to talk to you for the first time in over a hundred-eighty days?

you narrow your eyes at him playfully. "don't lie to me, tsukishima kei. i can smell your toothpaste. i'll leave it in the fridge."

a fond smirk dances over his lips as you brush past him into your apartment, leaving your shoes where you always do on the shoe rack. the sound of your sock-clad feet padding past the living room brings a truckload of tension that kei didn't know he had off his shoulders, and all of a sudden, the house feels a thousand times cozier, even if nothing materialistic has changed.

he watches you from the sofa as you bustle around the kitchen, and he knows by the number of beeps on the electric stove that you're boiling water for tea— green, probably. the ration of tea packets are restocked regularly, because when you moved in, you brought your tea addiction with you, too. kei's been lured into drinking it on a daily basis, right after dinner, as a way of calming himself down after a day of work and practice. typically, tea would be accompanied with you, snuggled up against his side as he complained about the kids he met at work that day (you both knew that he had a secret fondness for them, but shhh).

"i hope you don't mind. i made tea." you say, bringing the glass teapot you were adamant on buying a year ago. it was one of the best purchases kei ever made in the apartment, because he was reminded of the worth every single time the two of you did your regular tea routine.

"of course i don't mind." he replies instantly, picking up his mug (the green one with tiny dinos on the edge). "this is still your home, too. you don't have to ask to do anything."

he pretends not to see the flash of surprise across your features.

"right." you murmur, pressing your mug onto your lips, blowing gently on the surface.

the two of you sit in silence for a while, sipping on your tea as the clock ticks onto eleven o' clock. suppressing the urge to ask you to stay, kei taps the surface of his porcelain cup rhythmically, forgetting that you know all his tells, front to back.

"is there something on your mind?" you ask gently, setting your mug down. he grimaces.

"ah... it's nothing." kei brushes off, not wanting to come onto you too quickly. for all he knew, you were just here to deliver the cake, not to reignite whatever was left of the relation he let simmer for too long...

"... right." the tone of your voice spells i-know-you're-lying-to-me,-but-i'll-let-it-go-for-now.

the silence continues, like a set prolonged. it's starting to get on kei's nerves when you (thankfully) speak again.

"happy birthday."

"thank you." even though he's said those words a thousand times that night, it sounds a comparatively much less robotic than it had for the previous thousand times. perhaps it was thousand-first time's the charm. "i mean it. thank you for coming over."

you wave it off. "i couldn't have not come. tadashi sent me an invite, but my boss needed me to work late and i didn't manage to make it."

ah, so that was why his best friend routinely glanced at the entrance nervously throughout the night. that explained a lot.

"i don't mind." kei takes a sip of his green tea, enjoying the warmth that courses through his chest. it isn't warmer than the warmth you give him, though. "i like it like this. ... just the two of us, i mean."

you contemplate him for a moment. "i like it like this, too." you confess quietly, as if whispering a childhood secret to him behind the karasuno gym.

he couldn't bear it any longer. he's always been patient, yes, but he's seen the looks his mother and brother threw him through the night, because they both knew that the one person that really mattered wasn't there. he was pretty sure his mother was just about to introduce him to some random girl before he excused himself for the night.

"will you stay?" he blurts, feeling very un-tsukishima-kei-like. it isn't like him at all, to be brash, and bold, but how can he? for the past four hours, he's talked to countless people— heck, half of them were volleyball celebrities— but not the one he wanted to talk to.

"do you want me to?" you ask softly, shyly, and kei knows that you're thinking if he wants you back— which is stupid, honestly. he knows that you're always thinking that you're lucky to have him, when it should be the other way around. kei doesn't think there's anyone else willing to put up with his dry humor, his hectic schedule, and his dinosaur memorabilia. if anything, he should be the one thanking the gods for letting him have you.

"don't be stupid." he snaps, cringing internally at how his tone came off. "of course i want you to stay, you're the best thing that happened to me. i won't force you, but—"

"i left some clothes here, right?" you cut him off with a hum, and when kei looks into your eyes, he just knows.

there's still a long, long, long way for the two of you to go. there's still plenty of things he needs to learn. there's a pile of issues in the store room that needed to be tended to.

for every million arguments there are a billion conversations where you two need to sit down and work out the knots. for every insecurity, for every misunderstanding, for every conflict, there is a needed effort to clean up the mess properly instead of just sweeping it under the floorboards. but for every tangle there lies between the two of you, there is a universe of room to grow, and change.

kei knows he's willing to make an effort, for you. kei knows that he's willing to do anything to make sure you don't walk out that door without looking back again. kei knows he's willing to do every single thing he can do (and can't) to make it work.

he knows.

he looks into your eyes, and he smiles.

everything is going to be alright.

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[ba-katsuki]

Can You Keep a Secret?

Can You Keep a Secret?

Collaboration with @httptamaki​

Bakugou x Female!Reader

Synopsis: Bakugou and you have been dating each other for months now, unknown to your friends and classmates. Both of you were new to this whole relationship thing and decided to keep things lowkey at the start. However, as time goes on, the teasing intensifies and with Bakugou's competitive nature, it soon turned into a game. Who can keep a secret, and who is going to expose it all?

a/n – I wrote this in one seating at 3 in the morning so if some parts don't make much sense, I am terribly sorry.

Warnings: 18+ (minors DO NOT interact, NSFW), slight footjob, dirty talk, minor degradation, slight choking, sloppy blowjob, swallowing/cum eating, risky public sex, creampie, unprotected sex

*while the story takes place in school still, i wrote it with 18+ year old/final year Bakugou in mind!!!

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With shaking hands, you shove the spoon of rice into your mouth and chewed, praying that the people surrounding you, your close friends and classmates, did not catch the look of ecstasy that momentarily passed your face. The handsome ash-blonde opposite you flash you a cocky grin with a mischievous glint in his eye, as he pressed his sock-clad foot deeper between your thighs. His big toe rubbed harsh circles on your sensitive clit, your arousal staining your panties and his socks. Bakugou jerked his leg under the table, pretending to be shifting in his seat, his big toe pushing into your entrance suddenly. You let out a surprised squeak as your toe curl. Suddenly aware of the curious eyes on you, you let out a series of coughs and pat aggressively at your chest, pretending to have accidentally choked on your food.

"I think… the rice… went down the…wrong hole…" you said between coughs as you reach for your iced drink, hoping your friends bought the act and that the coldness of the drink was cool down the heat in your face.

"jeez y/n slow down! There's still 15 minutes of lunch left to go," Mina laughs at you as she reaches over to pat your back.

"thank god." You muttered under your breath as you took another gulp of your drink. You sent a glare towards your annoying boyfriend opposite you, whose foot is still on your clothed pussy, by the way, shamelessly rubbing against you. He returns your glare with a smug look, leaning back into the seat and resting his right arm on the chair, which just annoys you even further. You couldn't remember that last time you had a peaceful lunch with Bakugou around these past few weeks. He was always teasing you under the table, whether with his hands or his leg. You had been able to hold in it with relatively minimal problem the previous times but for some reason, he was especially aggressive and pushy today. Literally.

You and Bakugou have been dating for a couple of months now, which honestly comes as a surprise to you. If someone had told you that you and Bakugou would become a couple when you first started thirsting and crushing on him, you have laughed in their face. I mean, just look at him. He was so utterly committed to becoming the number 1 pro hero that you didn't think he would indulge himself in something so trivial like a relationship. And he didn't help that he was calling you a dumbass or an extra or some other mean names every five seconds. So you settled for a one-sided crush. It was going well, quietly crushing on him from the sidelines, until one heated argument. You knew Bakugou was a massive tsundere, always saying brash and demeaning things even if he doesn't mean it, but that day you were just out of it. You were falling behind the class, training went terrible for you and you were exhausted and so beaten. Bakugou saw you training alone in the woods and decides to approach you with his loud mouth. You snapped and Bakugou, not backing down from the argument, argued back. Amid the argument, an argument which you honestly can't even remember that well down because of what happened next, you blurted out your feelings for him. It took him aback and you were expecting him to ridicule you or reject you harshly, something you cannot handle then and so you walked away. What you didn't expect was for Bakugou to grab you and smashed his lips onto yours.

That marked the very dramatic and surprising start of your relationship. Both you and Bakugou were very new to this whole dating thing and with Bakugou's pride, you guys decided to keep things lowkey and not let other people know about the relationship. Bakugou would "rather die than have raccoon eyes and dunce face be all up in his face", you quote.

From secret hand-holding between classes and the late-night cuddling sessions at either one of your rooms, the whole lowkey relationship was going amazing. Both of you enjoyed the adrenaline that came with keeping your relationship a secret and sneaking moments of affection and intimacy in front of your friends. Your relationship progressed fast and soon, both of you had passed all imaginary bases. You were so happy in the relationship, even with all the hiding and secrecy. But then…Bakugou decides to take it a step further. Hand holding between classes became ass grabbing. He would slip his hand under your skirt whenever the opportunity arises and grab smack your plump ass or grab that. He would corner you in the locker room and make out with you, grinding his bulge against you or tease your pussy during lunch. He was obviously winding you up, challenging you, trying to see if you will be the one to expose the relationship. Being less competitive, you did not immediately take on his challenge and even after you did, you seldom retaliate.

But, today is a different story.

You've had enough of his teasing and you pushed his leg away with your hands. He raised an eyebrow at you as he set his foot back onto his shoe. He brings his drink up to his lips as he takes a sip, his eyes watching you from behind the cup like a hawk, his mind plotting your punishment. You pulled your chair towards the table and slipped the shoe off your right foot. Leaning forward like he did, you reach your right leg forward towards Bakugou and pressed the length of your foot against his crotch. His eyes widen, obviously not expecting you to return the teasing, and he almost spits his drink out. Oh, how you would love to see him actually spit out his drink all flustered, losing his composure in front of the squad but he held himself back with his insane reflexes. He was already semi-hard from teasing you. You curled your toes around the shape of his dick and dragged your foot down his length slowly, feeling his dick harden against your toes and the way he lids closed slightly. You pressed your foot harder into him as you reach the base of his length, where his balls are probably full of lust and cum. You rubbed circles with your big toes against his balls, where you knew he was extremely sensitive especially when he is hard and turned on, and you watch as he breathed in sharply through his nose, letting out a soft hiss that was easy to miss if you weren't paying attention. You dragged your feet up his length again, this time much faster, and then back down. You've never given him a footjob before but damn, this is hot, and you pressed your thighs together, trying to create some friction.

You almost, ALMOST, forgot about your surroundings until you heard the bell ring and your friends around you move. You drop your feet almost immediately and sat up, alarmed. You glance in the direction of your friends. Kirishima and Denki were still engaged in conversation as they got up from their seats with their trays in hand and Sero was laughing at something Mina said. You let out a breath of relief.

"Are you okay, y/n?" Mina questions when she saw that you were still frozen in your seat. "Lunch break is over and we better leave. Don't wanna be late for sparring class next," she shudders as she remembers the glare Aizawa sensei gave her the last time she was late.

"oh..right…sorry I was uhm…" you stuttered as you pushed your chair out and grab your tray. Bakugou had already walked away, a little funny you noticed, probably due to the huge boner he has in his pants. You would have laughed but the adrenaline you felt was numbing you.

"Are you fantasizing about some anime boy again, y/n?" Mina laughs as she jokingly slaps your back. "How are you gonna find a real-life boyfriend like that?"

You laughed. The truth cannot be further away. If only she knew what was going on under the table between you and Bakugou, your boyfriend.

As you walk to the locker rooms with the Bakusquad, engaging in light conversations with Mina, you refuse you even glance in the direction of Bakugou. You could feel his intense glare at the side of your head and the tension emitting from him. He excused himself to the bathroom halfway through and you felt your shoulders dropped unconsciously. The sexual tension between you two was insane and it's a wonder how the squad haven't sensed anything yet. Not having your boyfriend staring intensely at you was a relief but at the same time, just the thought of him jerking himself off in the bathroom makes your core clench.

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You praised the lord as you packed up your hero costume in the locker room, changing into a normal t-shirt and comfortable shorts. Sparring class went on smoothly and you were not paired with Bakugou a single time. You don't know how you would have handled sparring with him after that whole lunch situation. You grabbed your towel and walked out of the quiet locker room. The girls had already left, and so had the boys. You decided to stay behind to do some additional solo quirk training in the gym and you were extremely thankful that Bakugou had been dragged away by Kirishima for some sparring. Bakugou reappeared in class in his hero costume, a tad later than the rest of class, but still on time nonetheless. The moment he walked in, his eyes latched onto you. You were in a conversation with Kirishima and Denki, and Bakugou did not seem happy about that as his eyebrows lowered and tensed up, his lips curled inward into a scowl. Bakugou was fine with you hanging out with them, they were as much your friends as they are his (even if he always tries to deny it), but he did have a possessive streak in him. Especially when he has been all riled up like that. You thought he was going to burn holes into your head with his intense stare but thankfully, Midoriya approached him and he proceeded to yell his head off at him.

Gosh, you are going to be in so much trouble tonight. This is why you rarely retaliate. Bakugou is an immense sore loser and extremely competitive, and he would always return the favour in double fold.

The gym lights were already dimmed by the time you walked out of the locker room. You ponder about ways to appease Bakugou later tonight, hoping he will not torture and tease you too much. Your thoughts were cut short when a hand reached out and grabbed your wrist, spinning you around and pinning you to the cold and hard gym wall. Your items clatter to the ground, the noise echoing in the vast empty gym. A large muscular thigh parted your legs and pressed up against your core as another hand grabbed hold of your throat and squeezed.

"Aren't you getting bold, babygirl?" he growls, his warm breath hitting your cheeks.

"Katsuki…" you gasped as he gave your throat another squeeze.

"That was hella difficult to take care of ya know," he spat angrily as he grinds the top of his knees harshly you. You can feel the wetness growing between your thighs and your legs were turning into jelly. He pulls your head towards him and captured your bottom lip in a harsh bite. You moaned at his assault.

"You…you started it…uhhh," you moaned as he pushed his thigh up higher into you, his forehead pressed against yours, "…started it first…uhhh…'tsuki."

The corner of his lips quirks up into a threatening smirk. His hand frees your wrist and moves to grab your leg, lifting it from the ground and hooking it around it waist. His hand trails from your calf to your thigh slowly, raking his short fingernails along your skin. The hand around your throat squeezed harder, pressing you harder into the wall. You gasped for air, your eyes rolling back in pleasure and your hands fisting tightly in his black tank top.

"You were the one that didn't stop me babygirl," his lips brushing against yours as he speaks. He relaxes his hand from your throat and grabs your chin instead, pulling your head towards him as he envelops your lips in a deep kiss. His lips move passionately against yours, full of lust, as his knee continues its assault. Your leg was losing strength as you start to slide down the smooth wall. Removing his hands from your chin, he moves to lift your other leg from the ground to his waist. You hook your legs around him, pulling him closer to you with your lips moving frantically against his. He lifts your body from under your thighs, his fingers digging into your soft flesh.

"Katsuki…" you whisper between kisses.

"You feel so good baby," Bakugou murmurs, gripping the flesh of your thighs tighter.

Another moan erupts from your lips and Bakugou wastes no time in slipping his tongue into you. Your tongues swirl together, Bakugou's tongue dominating yours. He rakes his fingers down the curve of your thighs to your ass, slipping under your shorts and palming your cheeks.

"Fuck babygirl," he groans between kisses, "your ass feels so good."

"Katsuki please" you begged, pressing yourself against his huge bulge and grinding desperately. Your pussy is overflowing with arousal, soaking through your panties and shorts, and you ache for any form of friction against that sensitive bud.

"Nuh uh baby," Bakugou teases as he takes a small step back, leaving a gap between the two of you, "you don't get to cum so easily after what you did to me just now."

You whine, trying to push his lower body forwards with your legs.

Bakugou leans his torso forwards and whispered next to your ear, "You'll have to earn it baby."

He forcefully tugs your body towards his, lifting you away from the wall, and starts walking to the male locker room. His lips latch onto the sweet spot just between your earlobe, leaving a red blotchy hickey. He licks along your jawline as you tilt your head back in pleasure. Your hands snake up to the back of his head, grasping his ash blonde hair between your fingers, maneuvering his head towards your throat. He obliged, leaving open mouthed kisses all over your neck as he sets you down on the metal bench, the coldness stinging your thighs.

Bakugou unwraps himself from you and stood up straight, towering over you. You looked up at him all dazed, mouth slightly open, your lips glistening with saliva. You leaned back on the bench, your elbows supporting your weight as you instinctively spread your legs apart.

But, to your dismay, Bakugou did not move to touch you or appreciate your arousal like he normally would. All he did was palm his bulge, looking down at you with a cocky mischievous smirk plastered on his face.

"Strip for me y/n," he commands, his voice low and husky with lust.

You gulped. Shaking, your hands reach for the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head slowly. You then reach for your shorts, bending down to pull them off.

"And look at me while you do it."

You tilt your head up, your eyes meeting his vermillion ones. Heat creeps up your cheek as you drop your short on the floor. Sure, you've been intimate with Bakugou many times and he has seen you naked before. But you've never stripped for him this way, no. Much less in a public place like this.

You unhook your bra and slides it off your shoulders. Your nipples harden as the cold air touches your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Bakugou glanced down at your pebbled nipples and shameless licked his lips. Your hand subconsciously moves to grab your breast, appreciating the warmth of your hand but it only lasted a second as Bakugou rips your hand away.

"You're not done babygirl," he sneers, "and I don't remember saying you can touch yourself."

You bite your lips to keep the whimper from escaping, knowing that will only egg him on even more. You lift your hips and slides your soaked panties down your legs and steps out of it. You sat back down on the bench as you watch Bakugou take in every inch of your exposed skin, appreciating every curve and roll on your body.

"Open up y/n. Let me see that sweet pussy."

You parted your thighs, the inner flesh glistening with your juices and your pussy clenched at the coldness.

"So wet babygirl," Bakugou hums as he licks his lips once more, "can't wait to get fucked huh?"

You nod and parted your legs even further, hoping Bakugou will take it as an invitation to, finally, touch and please you. But he didn't, again.

"Get on your knees babygirl," he commands as he tugs his sweatpants and let them fall to the ground. His cock was pressing against the tight fabric of his boxers and you could spot the delicious thick vein that ran along his shaft.

You kneeled obediently in front of him, mouth watering with anticipation at the sight of his hard cock, as you look at him through your eyelashes. He steps towards you, his cock pressed against your face. You felt wetness on your nose bridge as you inhaled the slightly musky scent of his precum.

You palmed his cock, rubbing him through his boxers. You stretch out your tongue and pressed it to the wet spot on his boxers, tasting his precum, before bringing the fabric into your mouth and sucked it.

You played with the hem of your boxers, a cheeky grin on your face, and pulled, releasing Bakugou from his boxers. His cock sprang free and hits you on your face. Gosh, he was so big. His cock was almost the length of your face, with a good girth. This man really was blessed with everything. You wrap your hands around the base of his shaft and pumped gently. You swirl your tongue around his flushed tip, lapping at the precum that continues to ooze out of him.

"Don't tease me," he groans and fists his large hands into your hair. He pushes your head forward harshly, forcing his aching cock between your lips and into your warm wet mouth. Taken aback, you lost your balance and fell forward slightly. The tip of his cock pressed into the back of your throat as you gag around him. Your hands found stability on his muscled thighs as you dug your fingernails into them. He jerks his hips forward rapidly, fucking your face as saliva dribbles down your chin and your eyes watering.

"Fuck your mouth feels so good y/n. Fuckkk…look at you taking my cock so good. You're such a slut for my cock aren't you?"

You could only hum in response with your mouth stuffed full of his throbbing cock, pounding into you at a crazy pace. His balls slap your chin with each thrust, sending saliva dripping down your neck and chest, creating a wet and sticky mess.

"Fuckkkkkk y/n I'm gonna cum soon," Bakugou moans as he proceeds to push your head further down his cock, thrusting faster into your mouth. You reach out to squeeze his balls and fondle with them, sending a deep and loud groan echoing in the room.

"FUCKKKK," he heaves as hot thick spurts of cum coats your throat and mouth. He holds your head there for a moment as he empties his load into you, before slowly pulling out his cock, making sure his tip hits your nose.

"Don't swallow yet," Bakugou warns as he leans down and grabs your chin roughly, forcing your mouth open. He admires the mess he made, the white cum pooling at the back of your mouth, your eyes red and watery and decollete area wet with saliva. With a satisfied smirk, loosen his grip on your chin, and asked you to swallow.

You gulp his cum down, making sure to look him dead in the eye as you do so, knowing it turns him on. Despite the cold air, your body was covered in sweat and your pussy was hot and throbbing excruciatingly.

"Please Katsuki please."

"What do you want, babygirl?" He pools the saliva on your decollete into his palm and wraps it around his semi-hard cock, pumping it right in front of you, knowing EXACTLY what you want.

"Fuck me Katsuki please," you beg as you press your thighs tightly together, trying to ease the throb, "I want you in my pussy Katsuki please."

"Get your ass on the bench then."

You waste no time in climbing onto the bench, leaning backwards with your elbows supporting your weight and spreading your legs apart as part as you could. The cold air against the heat of your pussy sends a chill down your spine as you let out a soft moan.

Bakugou lifts your legs off the ground from your calf and rests them on his broad shoulders. He bent his knees, positioning his now hard cock at your throbbing entrance. He teases your clit with his tip before slapping his shaft on your pussy.

"Ready for me cock baby?"

"Uh huh," you nod eagerly.

In one smooth thrust, he enters you and fills you up completely. The sudden fullness wrecks a gasp out between your lips as your head tilts back in ecstasy. You have been waiting for this moment ever since he was teased you during lunch break.

"Fuckkkkkk," Bakugou draws out as he enters you, feeling your muscles clench around him.

He gives you a moment to adjust to his size before pounding into that pussy of yours. Your elbows gave out as your back hits the cold metal bench. The metal bench creaks under all that movement as Bakugou fucks you mercilessly, letting out all the frustration he felt from earlier.

"You feel so fucking good around my cock baby," he praises as he stops and adjusts himself, causing you to whine at the sudden halt. But before you could even fully, he is thrusting in again. This time, his tip hits against your sensitive g-spot with each movement.

"Holy shit Katsuki! Fuck! Ahhh right there baby right there fuck it feels so good."

Placing his hands firm on either side of you, he pushes you into a mating press, pounding into you and pleasuring your g-spot with each thrust. You wrap your hands around his neck and brings him in for a heated kiss, moaning shamelessly into his mouth.

"Fuck Katsuki I'm gonna…"

"Hey is this y/n's bag?" a familiar voice question from outside the locker room.

Both you and Bakugou went immediately still as panic looms over you.

"I think so but what is it doing here?" Kirishima replies as their footstep echoes in the locker room.

"Don't know maybe she just forgot," Denki says, "like how I always forget my shit too."

The footsteps got closer and with his fast reflexes, Bakugou grabs you and shoves you into one of the lockers. Thankfully, he did not make that much of a sound but it was no ninja stealth either and you pray under your breath that Kirishima and Denki won't linger and potentially catch you guys in this compromising position.

"Wait," Kaminari stops in his tracks, obviously spooked by the subtle noise you guys made, "did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"I swear I heard one of the locker doors close."

"Ohhh there's no one in here," Kirishima reassure with a yawn, "now hurry and found your bottle. I am so exhausted."

Their voices seem to linger at the entrance of the locker room and you let out a tiny sigh of relief. But this relief was short-lived when Bakugou slides his cock into you.

You let out a gasp and your hands flew to your mouth immediately. You turned your head and glared at Bakugou, sending him a warning through your eyes. Bakugou, being the jerk he is, of course, just gives you a cocky smirk, barely visible in the dim lighting and presses his chest along the length of your back. Grabbing your hips, he starts to thrust into you from behind, careful not to hit any of the metal walls.

The chatter between Kirishima and Kaminari continues but you can barely process what they were saying. Your mind was blank with pleasure as Bakugou reaches down with one of his hands and rubs your clit. A moan escapes from your lips and you bit down on your lips, Bakugou squeezing the plump flesh on your hips as a warning.

"Woah Kirishima please tell me you heard that?"

You didn't hear Kirishima's response as you felt a warm breath tickle your ear.

"Better keep that cute little voice of yours down or Shitty hair and Dunce Face are gonna find out what a slut you are," he whispers harshly into your ear.

You clamp down on your fingers, trying to mute your whines and moans as much as possible, as Bakugou increases his pace. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, muting his groans as your walls clench tightly around his cock. He pinches your clit and you let a squeak at the pain and pleasure.

For someone who just told you to be quiet, he is trying awfully hard to make you lose control. You covered your mouth with your hands, mortified that you let that sound out as Bakugou growls teasingly at you.

"Uhhhh…I think we better leave now Kirishima…" Kaminari stutters, "I found… uhhh… I found my bottle." "Yeah…let's uhm let's go."

To your utter relief, the boys left the locker room in a hurry and you finally let out the sounds of pleasure you have been painstakingly trying to hold back. The moment their footsteps could not be heard, Bakugou slams the locker door open and walks you out, his cock still buried deep in your cunt. Your legs could barely move and support and weight, and you fell forward onto the bench, hands gripping the metal hard.

"F-Fuck Katsuki!"

"Such a little slut huh? Can't even keep your little mouth shut in there. You wanted those extras to know how hard I'm fucking you, didn't you? You little slut fuckkkkk you are tight baby you feel so good…"

Placing his hand flat on the square of your back, he pushes you down as you both land on your knees, your torso flat against the metal bench. Your hard nipples rub against the cold metal, sending another wave of pleasure through your body as the coil in your pelvis tightens. Coupled with Bakugou's fingers rubbing your swollen clit and his thick cock practically bruising your g-spot, your climax was hitting you hard and fast.

"Fuckkkk 'tsuki I'm gonna ahh fuck…Katuski I'm gonna cummm."

"Fuck I feel it babygirl. You are clenching me so fucking hard shit," he cusses as he grips the soft flesh of your ass cheek with one hand, "gonna cum baby?"

"uh huhhh," you nod weakly, your mind blank with pleasure.

He leans forward, pressing his front along the curve of your back and pounds into you from behind.

"Fuck I'm close to baby."

"C-cum inside me Katsuki please."

"Fuck you want my cum inside you y/n? yeah? Fuckkk I'm cumming baby!"

With a few final thrust, the tension inside you releases. Your legs were shaking from stimulation, toes curling and back arching from your climax. Your pussy clenches tight around Bakugou's cock as he cums inside you, his thick cum filling up your cunt.

Slowly catching his breath, he slowly pulls his cock out of you and you feel his cum drips down your clit, overflowing.

"Fuck y/n," he draws out, "your pussy looks so good all stuffed with my cum."

He spreads your lips apart, admiring his handiwork as his cum, mixed with yours, continues to spill out of you. He dips his finger into your pussy, pushing out more cum, coating his finger in the mess created. He swipes up the trail of cum dripping down your clit with his finger and approaches you.

"Don't let it go to waste now babygirl."

Still catching your breath against the metal bench, he pushes his wet sticky finger into your mouth. You wrap your lips around him and suck eagerly, tasting the muskiness. When you are done, you release his finger with a pop and looked up at his satisfied face. He pulls you up towards him as he sits down, cradling your tired sweaty body in his.

"That felt so good babe," he compliments as he presses a tender kiss to your lips and brushing your hair out of your face, "come on let's get you cleaned up."

He carries you into the shower, washing away all the sweat and stickiness from your body and caresses you gently, making up for all that teasing and hard fucking and mean words. Gosh, he is secretly such a softie and you love him for it.

~~~~

After collecting all your stray clothing and getting dress, Bakugou and you walked back to your rooms together. His softness is gone as he makes fun of the way you are walking, obviously sore from all that fucking you did earlier. You glare at him and pouts, muttering under your breath that it was totally his fault which earned you a little chuckle.

As you entered the TV area, you found Kirishima and Kaminari sitting there, deep in conversation. Heat rushes to your cheeks, as you thought about how close the two of you were to being caught by them. You quickened your steps and walked towards your room, not even bothering to acknowledge them or say goodbye to Bakugou, but you were stopped in your tracks by the redhead's question.

"So…Bakugou and Y/n…" he runs his hands through his flattened hair, a sheepish look on his face as Kaminari elbows him to continue, "how long have the two of you been…you know…together?"

"W-what are you talking about Kirishima? Me and Bakugou are not-"

"We saw your belongings outside the boys' locker room and uhm we saw your clothes uhm on the floor and uhm you guys weren't exactly being quiet in there…"

"yeah especially after you thought we couldn't hear you no more," Kaminari adds under his breath, causing your face to heat up even more. You were sure you looked like a cartoon tomato right now.

"so…if you guys aren't dating then…?"

With a huff, Bakugou walks towards you and grabs your fidgeting hands, "Fine. Me and y/n are dating and we were totally fucking in the locker room and if you two shitty extras even think about muttering a word about this to others, I will blast you to the fucking space ya hear me?!"

He didn't even bother waiting for their replies before dragging you to his room and slamming the door shut.

Your secret is out. Not to the whole class but out nonetheless. You stood there, a little shocked from that confession with too much information, as you watch Bakugou nonchalantly strip out of his clothes and into his sleepwear.

"Katsuki!" you shriek as you slap him on his arm.

"What?!"

"I thought it was supposed to be a secret?! AND YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO STRAIGHT UP TELL THEM WE WERE FUCKING IN THE LOCKER ROOM oh my gosh I'm gonna die of embarrassment! How am I supposed to face them tomorrow?!"

"Stop being so dramatic," he pinches your cheeks and walks to his bed, "There's no point trying to deny or hide it from them anyways. Besides, it's not like the whole class knows."

He lies down and makes himself comfortable before looking at you, a glint in his eyes and a smirk on his face, "so our game can still continue baby, don't worry."

He pats the empty spot beside him, asking you to join. You rolled your eyes. "That's not what I'm worried about," you said as you tuck yourself into him. "In fact, I would like the game to very much end here."

"Nahh not happening babygirl."

Silence fills the room as both of you starts drifting off to sleep, minds tired and muscles exhausted. You felt your eyes get heavy until a question pops into your mind,

"Katsuki?"

"Hmmm?"

"Does that make you the loser since you exposed our secret?"

[bruhstories]

Home for the Holidays

summary: you come back home for the holidays and get a very warm welcome. pairing: stepbro!armin x female!reader warnings & content: stepcest, fingering, unprotected sex, dom!armin, sub!reader word Count: 2k-ish

a/n: umm, don't go around fucking your stepbros? i mean i can't stop you but sweet home alabama should play in your head if you do it. also sorry if this feels a bit rushed, i don't even have time to breathe | @mikasascabin @armins-futon

Pop!

Incessant, irritating sounds of gum popping, then smacking against your teeth, the annoying chewing that came out of your mouth, the infuriating tapping of your leg, the exasperating drumming of your fingers against the kitchen table — it's driving Armin insane. It's been driving Armin insane for years. And despite the fact that you're both adults now, you still can't get along. He's smart, quiet and a workaholic, you're a social butterfly who works smart, not hard.

"Armin, Y/N, you're not leaving this kitchen until you solve your conflict and apologise." His mom would say. It used to be your punishment when Armin and you were kids — and it's your punishment even know. You roll your eyes, gum popping all over your face and the tip of the nose. Armin snickers at the disgusted look on your face, mumbling a serves you right under his nose.

Sometimes you wondered if the tension between you and him was sexual. But... it couldn't be, could it? You were his damn stepsister, yet when you came back home for Thanksgiving, Armin was a whole different person. Fresh cut, a change of wardrobe, a better attitude — he was hot, no longer the nerd you used to tease. You study him from across the table after cleaning your face, lower lip between your teeth, head in your hands.

"You heard your mommy, Armin, apologise and let's get this over with."

"Me? You're the one who came home and ruined everything."

"Ruined what? A shitty dinner with a family who doesn't give a fuck about me? No, bro, I improved everything." You lean back in your chair and nonchalantly slam your feet on the table. "Not that you would know what it's like to be in my shoes, anyway."

"Your shoes? What about mine?" Armin slams his fists on the table. "At least no one expects anything from you."

"Wow, thanks." You get up and he realises just how nasty he sounded.

"Wait-"

"Fuck off." You dash past him with tears in your eyes. He was right, your father never expected anything from you, nor did your stepmother. Armin, on the other hand, was a genius, a straight A student and now he even received a scholarship from his university. Of course, people had high expectations from him and in a way, that made you jealous.

'Oh, Armin, we're so proud of you!'

'Armin, you did great!'

'Did you know Armin won an international maths competition?'

You shut the door to your room and crawl under your blanket. You always tried your best, but you could never compete with him. And your father, your ownfather, sometimes seemed to love Armin more than you. Minutes pass before you hear your stepmother rushing with your father to go visit some of your relatives and you hope Armin would go with them, but you're unlucky today. Once the car leaves the driveway, a soft knock makes you snap your neck up.

"Go away."

"Y/N, please, I didn't mean to say that."

"I don't care!" You throw a book at the door but Armin still won't budge.

"Open the damn door!"

"Why, so you can brag about how you're the perfect child?"

"So I can apologise, you... you bitch!"

Silence. Your ears ring with the word and Armin knows he fucked up big time. In a flash, the door is open and you're ready to kick him in the shin but for some reason, when you see his face, you stop.

"Apologise, then, and apologise for calling me a bitch, you little shit!"

"God, why do you hate me so much? You tormented me ever since you moved in with us!"

"Well, genius, has it ever occurred to you that maybe I never wanted this?"

"Of course it has! But you're always so cold and all I wanted was to talk to you. I don't even know your favourite colour and you're supposed to be my sister!" His voice is soft and sorrowful and you fold your arms across your chest.

"I don't want to be your sister."

"Then what do you want? You're always bitch but when I bring a girl over, you're suddenly overprotective."

"You do the exact same thing, dumbass! Every time! You act like a sad puppy but the moment you hear I'm going out with a guy you turn into some alpha male." You frown and grab the door handle. "This conversation is over."

"No, it's not." He puts his foot in the door and you narrow your eyes at his low voice and different demeanour.

"Yes, it is. Go do some studying for uni." You try to close the door but suddenly he's so much stronger. Has he been working out?

"You think this is all I do? Work and study? You think I'm some kind of teacher's pet who doesn't break rules?" You don't even realise when he's in your room, hands on your shoulders and his face so close to yours. "You think I'm an angel? A saint?" The words drip from his tongue with so much venom and your body softens. This is so unlike him but you can't help but be intrigued.

"Armin, please-"

"Oh, I'm Armin now? Not some shitty nickname? What’s the matter, can’t come up with a clever insult?" His thumb grazes over your cheek and you feel the hairs on your arms stand up. You like this side of Armin, and the fact that for three years you were his stepsister went down the drain. "I tried to be good, Y/N, I tried to be nice. But you don't like nice, do you?"

You shake your head with lidded eyes, drinking his touch, but a sharp pain from a slap wakes you up from your thoughts.

"Talk."

"N-no, I don't like nice!"

"It's unbelievable what a good girl you are when I press the right buttons."

You know it now, why you've always acted this way with Armin — you don't want him to see you as his stepsister, not even as his friend — you want to be his lover. In his ocean blue eyes, you can see that he wants the same thing — they are filled with lust and desire. You don't want to speak, afraid you might ruin this moment, but at the same time you have questions to ask and answers to get. Armin catches your mind drifting elsewhere and another slap across your already stinging cheek brings your full attention to him.

"I know what you like, Y/N. You fucked enough of my friends for me to know exactly what you want."

"Excuse me? You talk to your friends about how your sister fucks them?"

"Stepsister." He corrects you, his fingers tangled in your locks. "What would our parents say if they found out what a filthy slut you are?"

"I-" You want to say something, come up with a snarky remark, but the words die in your throat and your brain turns to mush. Armin leans closer, his hot breath tickling your ear.

"I bet I can fuck you better than any of them." He whispers and just then you feel your aching cunt begging to be filled with his cock.

"Armin..." You try again, but you still don't know if you want him to stop or carry on. It all feels so wrong but so right at the same time.

"Tell me what you want, Y/N." He nibbles on your earlobe, goosebumps dotting your skin.

"I don-" You choke on your words when you feel his hand slither under your shirt, fingers playing with your nipple.

"Come on, talk." Armin is now gently kissing the crook of your neck and your knees almost give in. Truthfully, no man ever made you feel so weak, so needy.

"Please, I want you!" You tried to whisper but it came out as a desperate cry.

"That's not good enough." He pinches your sensitive bud and you yelp, back hitting the door.

"I want you to f-fuck me, please, Armin! Fuck me good!"

"Much better." He presses his lips onto yours and he can taste the bubblegum you so annoyingly chewed when you let his tongue part open your mouth.

You don't have a clue when your clothes disappeared, scattered on the floor, along with your and his underwear, and frankly you don’t even care. Armin has you down on all fours on the mattress, two fingers pumping into your sweet cunt as you pathetically moan his name.

"Look at you! Such a filthy whore, all wet for your stepbro."

"Oh, God- want you inside-"

"I know, princess. Be patient." He curls his fingers in ways you didn't think were possible, but then you feel his tongue lazily dragging up and down your slit and you let yourself fall on the bed, face down, ass up. You had guys go down on you before, but the way Armin did it was incredible. He was meticulous, attentive, careful to let you know exactlywho owned your cunt. When he feels your thighs shake, he pulls away, earning a dissatisfied sigh of protest from you as you jolt back up.

"No, no. You're not coming yet." He yanks you by the hair, fingers gripping your chin and turning your head to the side. Armin presses his body against yours, and you feel his throbbing cock resting on your ass as he eagerly kisses you. "You taste good, don't you?"

You nod back, unable to form a coherent sentence, all you could do was push your ass against him, yearning to be filled.

"Armin, please, I need to feel you. Please!"

"Shit, I didn't think you'd be so fucking needy. Do you think you deserve it?"

"Yes, yes! I promise I'll be good from now on! Please!"

"You better keep your promise, Y/N." He growls, pushing you back on the mattress, the glistening tip of his cock positioned at your entrance. “Otherwise, I’ll have to punish you.” Inch by inch, he bottoms out and you throw your head back, spongy walls clenching around his cock. Thick and long, Armin was by far the biggest man you've been with, and you really didn't expect this. Yet when he started pounding into your cunt, you didn't regret coming home for the holidays.

"H-harder!" You beg him and you can feel his shit-eating grin burning into your back because he is the one making you feel this way, and he knows that after tonight, you'll always come crawling to him. Armin didn't waste any time, his thrusts became harsher and deeper, cock sliding in and out of you making your head fuzzy.

"You're so tight, so wet. Bet you don't get this wet for others."

"I don't! Oh, fuuuck, right there!"

Beads of sweat form on his forehead, fingers digging into your flesh as you buck your hips against his. It's been a while since he fucked you, your whimpers echoing in the bedroom, his name rolling down your tongue perfectly. You’re made for him. But all good things come to an end, and shortly you felt the need for release, thighs quaking and pleasure flushing through your entire body. Armin is close, too, but Armin also wants to humiliate you and remind you where your place is. He pulls out, cock in one hand, locks of your hair in his other.

"Promise you'll be good?"

"Promise!" You look at him with glossy eyes.

"Close your eyes." The man demands and you obey, hot strings of his seed spilling onto your face, and you lick your lips to taste him. Sinful, yet divine. Right, yet wrong. "Get yourself cleaned up."

You sit on the couch, legs on Armin's lap when your father and stepmother come back home. You can't even focus on the movie, all you can think about is your stepbrother's cock stretching you out and filling you good.

"Huh, I've never seen you two getting along this well." Your father comments. "Look at them, finally behaving like proper siblings."

"Took you long enough!" Armin's mother smiles. "What did you do?"

"We talked." Armin replies with his usual joyful voice but you know better than that. You know exactly the kind of person he is behind closed doors.

"Well, at least now we're finally a happy family." His mother pats you on the shoulder.

"Yeah," you grin, "one biiiiig, happy family."

[tartagliaxx]

I hope I'm doing this right but anyway, I was wondering if you could do a Xiao x fem reader prom AU where maybe he is your date and in the end he tells you he is proud of you and all the hard work you've put into everything you've done over the year and the challenges that you've overcome. It would be a huge comfort💗 since I missed my prom and honestly going to prom with Xiao would be a dream come true 😳

" SHUT UP AND DANCE "

━━ ☆ PAIRING: xiao/fem!reader

━━ ☆ GENRE: fluff

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: there were a lot of things that he didn't like — parties and unnecessary social interactions were at the top of that list but one look at your excited face and xiao finds it hard to deny you of the things you were looking forward to especially when he knows how much you deserved to be happy on your special day.

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: implied mutual pining, modern!au

this was a dumb idea.

xiao cursed under his breath as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his fancy dress shoes, freshly polished from their normal state of being dusted and forgotten, clicking against the soaked cobblestone path that leads to a place far more familiar in his mind. he was never the charming lad with a dazzling smile archetype and it wasn't as if he changed overnight. even now as he stood in your doorway, one hand raised mid-knock, he felt out of place. he could feel the strain on his tight, white dress shirt every time he made a move and the fancy collar chain zhongli insisted he wore made this obnoxious sound whenever he turned a little too fast. it fed on his agitation — and his nerves — but it wasn't as if he'd ever admit to that.

maybe he had it coming, having been so weak and deep under the glow of your skin as you excitedly talked about the event he couldn't care less about that he just had to ask you out despite the very contradictory words he uttered five minutes prior. well, he sighed as he finally found it in him to knock against your front door, might as well get it over with.

"coming!" he heard you shuffling around and not even a second later, the door opened to reveal your dressed-up form, and oh wow.

xiao cleared his throat, suddenly very thankful to be missing out on his prior plans of lounging around with a half-opened pack of chips because you looked magnificent, sublime, ethereal — perfect. with a bashful smile, you fiddled with the fine fabric of your clothes trying your best not to gawk because xiao looked just as great with his fitted waistcoat and pitch-black dress pants.

"you look..." you giggled at the intensifying blush he was sporting, "you cleaned up nice."

"thanks. you look great, too."

mumbling something incoherent, xiao tugged the corsage in his wrist off to give it to you, hands immediately withdrawing and being shoved in his pockets in fear that you'd notice how clammy his hands were. this was so stupid. why was he nervous?

"oh... you didn't have to."

"it's tradition." and you look pretty when you smile, are the unsaid words that circled in his mind. averting his gaze, he pressed his lips before offering his arm to you. "let's go."

"if i didn't know any better, i'd say you're more excited about this than i am." laughing at his bemused scoff, you accepted his offer and began walking to the driveway.

"wait."

you blinked as xiao pulled you back to the shade, his other hand opening the slick, forest green umbrella you didn't even notice he was holding. "well, aren't you a gentleman..."

"shut up."

his cheeks began heating up and he cursed the cold weather for taking his excuse for it away. you, on the other hand, were having the time of your life. it was odd to see him so fidgety and formal but it wasn't a sight unwelcomed. far from it, really, as you inched closer to him, trying to savor as much of the heat that he was radiating.

"are you... okay?"

"hm?" you took a second to figure out what he meant before you shook it off with a soft smile, "it's nothing. i just wished... well, it would be better if the sun was out instead of this gloomy weather, right?"

furrowing his eyebrows, xiao turned to look at you. "but... don't you girls like this kind of stuff? you know... dancing in the rain like those horrendous romcoms your cry about?"

"are you kidding me?! i paid so much for my clothes! no way in hell am i going to ruin it by toppling down in the sidewalk like an idiot."

the sheer disbelief, and quite frankly, offense in your voice made his lips twitch up. he supposed that it was wrong for him to place you on the same pedestal as everyone else when you were just about every inch odd.

"i've been meaning to ask you but... why did you suddenly change your mind?"

"about what?"

"attending prom. i heard from your friends that you had other plans."

xiao flexed his jaw at the dreaded question. "that's... it's nothing. someone just insisted and i thought sparing a few hours shouldn't be that bad."

"oh... well, i'm really happy to be here with you. i was really shocked when you suddenly asked while i was trying to steal your food but... i couldn't think of anyone i'd rather be with today."

before he could even respond, a shrill shriek made you both turn and you were immediately pulled into a hug by some of your friends in class. "you look so gorgeous! i mean, look at you!"

"ah, thank you." your eyes flickered back to him, "xiao—"

"i'll see you later."

and with a final wave which he awkwardly returned, you were whisked into the fray by none other than your classmates who were all nursing their own cup of punch. there were so many things you still wanted to say but you supposed it could wait.

frills and laces and fancy suits and a variety of sparkling ballgowns. the entire hall was decorated with whites and dripping crystal chandeliers. it was a little crowded, bodies bumping against bodies with each movement but nobody seemed to mind much, too immersed in the loud conversations that grew muffled from the beat of the music. the said beat reverberated against your skin and it did feel as if your blood was pumping to its melodic line.

you didn't know how long you were chatting with your friends or how many songs you playfully twirled around to but by the time you found yourself sitting down on one of the vacant tables, your legs were throbbing but strangely, it felt nice. taking another sip of the fruit punch that left just the faintest amount of a floral after taste, the smile that has never once slipped off your face was reignited. everyone felt so happy and free and by extension, you felt so as well.

"how is my best girl, doing?"

you grinned as your best friend slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to their chest. "great!"

"as you should! wait... where's your date?"

you paused, eyes fleeting around the grand ballroom before they landed on the corner where xiao was idling away, back pressed against the wall as he sipped from his glass, eyes trained on his phone with no care for what was happening around him. "over there."

"what... what is he doing?" chuckling at their disbelief, you detached yourself from your friend who was about to go into a long tangent of how 'he's supposed to be enjoying this once in a lifetime night.' you knew them far too well by now to know that it would take ages before they finish.

"i gotta go. i'll talk to you later."

"hey wait—" skipping ahead, you found yourself right in front of xiao who looked up curiously, only to frown when he saw your beaming face. "what are you doing here? you should be... partying."

you mirrored his frown, though yours was laced with disbelief. "what do you mean 'what am i doing here?' you're my date, doofus!"

"...and?"

"a dance, xiao." you laughed in exasperation as you offered your hand. "i'm asking you for a dance."

"what? no." the rosette hue made a reappearance as he pocketed his phone to cross his arms defensively. rolling your eyes at his 'aggressive shyness' as your mutual friend, aether, called it, you gently tugged at his arm.

"come on, please? let's put this," you shook the corsage on your wrist, "to good use."

xiao frowned, already feeling your invitation tugging at his stubborn will and he hated it. he hated how he was so... weak for you and your bright eyes that he's willing to barge into unknown territory and quite possibly make a fool of himself just to hear you laugh one more time. it's dumb — this was dumb.

"xiao?"

he dared to risk a small glance to your waiting form and... ah, to hell with it. he might as well spare himself the embarrassment of blowing up on the spot from the way your lashes fluttered as you peered at him.

"one dance."

you beamed, "just one."

linking your hands, you slowly maneuvered your way around the crowd to a far more spacious part of the dance floor. a song you recognized from your older professor's radio played. muffled lyrics, unknown titles, and a nice, slow beat; you smiled up at xiao despite his eyes straying to everything but you.

"okay, your hands here," you slowly drag your linked hands to rest on your waist before moving yours to his shoulders, "and mine are here."

it was not something he would have thought of doing but now that he was here, it wasn't so bad. you were close, closer than he would have had placed you if he just had the courage to pull but it didn't make him feel dizzy like how he expected it to. it was almost... comforting and with each intake of air, he would catch a whiff of your perfume — the same one he chose when you forcibly sat him down and made him choose between this and that. it was like coming to a long-awaited realization that there was nothing to fear because it's just him and you and if he were ever to embarrass himself, he'll only hear your teasing quips and that's not so bad at all.

"oh!" you gasped as you felt his grip become firmer, pressing you closer to his chest. he was still tense although visibly less so and that made you relax in turn, face pressed on the crook of his neck to hide your suddenly shy glow. "not bad."

"i don't know what you're talking about."

you laughed softly and he almost shivered from the way your breath warmed his exposed skin. it was a blatant lie and he didn't have the heart to admit that he had asked for some outside help to ensure that he wouldn't be as horrendous as he was before when it comes to dancing. shaking away his thoughts, a sudden wave of courage filled him as he slid his hand to the small of your back, the other pulling on your arm to lock your hands together.

"stay there."

you almost didn't hear him from the loud blast of the music that was coming to an end but you did and you also heard the slight shake in his voice. humming in recognition, you decided that you'll ask about the sudden change later.

"you," he cleared his throat as he tried to fight back yet another blush, "you asked me a question earlier."

"hm? which one?"

"about attending prom."

you blinked in recognition before you nervously nibbled at your lip, remembering exactly what it was that you said. it wasn't something you meant to say out loud but before you could stop yourself, you were already way too far to back out. "what about it?"

"i saw how hard you've worked this past year and i know that it's far from easy. i can't count how many times you called me at ungodly hours crying or how many threats you muttered under your breath as you tried to do your homework and i... i don't want to miss this. you've been looking forward to prom for the longest time and i think you deserve to be the happiest today."

you hoped he didn't feel you tremble under his fingertips, eyes welling up with tears from his words. he doesn't know it but he could be such a sap, you giggled weakly as you tried to discreetly sniffle your tears away.

"i'm not really... good with words and i don't say this often but," he swallowed, throat thick from the realization that he was putting himself out there and although reluctant, he wanted you to know. "i'm proud of you and everything you've achieved this year and all the rest i've known you. i think you're strong for making it this far and that you don't give yourself enough credit for that."

"thank you i— i really needed to hear that and thank you because you're here and i know that you're not very keen on crowds or parties."

"i want to be here for you."

he said it so easily and so charmingly that you couldn't help but stumble over your words, hand sliding off his shoulder to fan yourself because why is it suddenly so hot in here? you tried to breathe in and out — just to calm the sudden nerves that gnawed on your gut — but it turned out to be futile when you faltered the moment your eyes caught the way he was staring at you as if you were the most precious gem in the universe. god, this man and his effect on you.

"what are you staring at?"

xiao hesitated before he shook his head, "i was trying to figure out how to say this but i can't stand the people in here so i'm waiting outside. come out when you're done and i'll walk you home."

and there he was. genuine laughter was pulled out of you as you eyed xiao who had used his hands to still your movement. you didn't even notice that the song has ended, too transfixed in the intimate moment you just shared and now, the intro of the second, a song you knew from the early 10s, was beginning to play.

"can i really not ask you for one more?"

he said your name with a trace of exasperation.

"one last and i'll leave you to play whatever it is that you were playing earlier."

"you're pushing your luck—"

"shut up and dance with me." you sang along the chorus of the song and once again, xiao couldn't find it in himself to say no.

━━ ☆ NOTES: this was also kind of therapeutic to write. i also didn't get to experience prom years ago because of an incident in school and it made me pretty sad for a while. i hope this is to your liking and that it's what you were looking for because i kind of lost track of my mind while writing this ehe

[oshicakes]

asking their s/o to have another baby

pairings. hirugami sachiro x reader, futakuchi kenji x reader, tendou satori x reader

genre. fluff

warning. a little suggestive hehe

an. hi, anon! sorry this is a bit late but i hope you'll like this. if you don't mind, i added tendou. have a nice day!

other: osamu, oikawa and sugawara, kuroo, akaashi and atsumu, suna, iwaizumi and sakusa, daichi, ushijima and kita

Hirugami Sachiro

hirugami noticed that you’re not with him and the kids, who’s in the living room playing together with the dogs. he walked to the kitchen and saw you eating some chocolate muffins.

he sat beside you and let his chin rest on your shoulder. "why are you here alone?"

"youre all ganging up on me." you whinned. "even my baby girl!" sulking even more when you remembered how they teased when you sat on your husband's lap.

"how about another baby?" he kissed your ears that made you shiver.

"you want to adopt another dog?"

"so you can have an ally."

"oh! a dog as my ally that's quite nice since he can bite you."

"no, a baby, as in human kid."

"oh, you can adopt a dog. no need to ask."

"no, let's make a baby boy again."

"oh, you want a dog that is a boy."

"3 kids max right?"

"you’re sleepy? okay, let's take a nap."

"y/n.."

"what?" you innocently asked.

he glared at you but then it instantly became a smirk. he picked you up and carried you in his arms. "put me down! the kids might see us!"

"say what? i suddenly can't hear you." he mocked you and then locked the door behind him. making sure no one's gonna disturb the both of you.

Futakuchi Kenji

"im home!" you shouted. you taked off your coat and shoes along with the foot socks. you can clearly hear some giggles and murmurs with fumbles of boxes and plastics.

you were welcomed with a messy living room.

"kenji." you called your husband in a warning tone. "what's going on here? where's my son?"

"mommy!" your son pops out in a crib that you just noticed now. futakuchi laughed and picked up his son and comes close to you.

they both kissed you on the lips.

your son got down to his daddy and run to the bubble wrap that was scattered on the floor.

"explain, kenji."

"i bought new stuff for our baby." as he said those, he rubs your tummy.

"who said i'm pregnant?"

"you're not?" he tried to make himself innocent but he can't hide the smirk forming on his lips.

"i'm not."

"nice! we can always do something about that." he slowly made his way closer to you, wrapped his arms around your waist. lips crept on your shoulder and neck.

"we already talked about this, once our son turns five we can have another baby. he's four, so wait for a year, okay?" you knew it, it's his trick again.

"but these, you don't want them to go to waste, right?"

"but if you put them properly in their boxes they can last. sooo, clean these mess."

"yeah yeah, but i'll make you change your mind later." he winked at you.

"nope, clean these while i make dinner."

"i'll cook our dinner tonight. you need a lot of energy for our tonight's activity. roar!" he then bit your ear. he laughed when you smacked his arms then kissed you one last time before going to kitchen and cooking dinner. he even smacked your butt as you go up the stairs.

Tendou Satori

you tucked your son to bed then head back to your bedroom when he fell asleep.

you saw your husband, tendou, busy with his phone. he's even smiling and chuckling, maybe he's watching his high school videos.

as soon as you layed in bed, you snuggled close to tendou. "aren't you tired from work?"

you rested your head on his arm that the use to hold his phone while he rested his other arm around your shoulder.

"yes, but im fine." still his attention is on his phone. you frowned because of that.

you turned around to see what he's watching. you saw that he's watching videos of your son. "you've been watching those for a week, aren't you getting tired watching those?"

"he's just.. he's growing up so fast."

"satori, he's only three."

"still! wait.. you know what, i have a good idea."

"what is it?"

"let's have a new baby!"

"ha ha no"

"you sure?"

you paused, thinking about having a new baby. "don't you think it's a bit early to have one?"

"no, it's actually good. he can learn to be responsible and then he'll have a playmate and that will keep him busy so he won't interrupt in our night time routine." he's even raising his eyebrows up and down. “what do you think, hon?” 

“you’re tired right? let’s rest.” you tried to sit up but he ends up straddling you, preventing your body from sitting up.

"satori!!!" you squealed, he's peppering kisses on your neck which tickles you.

"now, now, it's too early to shout my name."

[mercurysstars]

All That Glitters Is Not Gold (part 7)

Summary: Y/n gets hired to be the avengers chief physician and also happens to be an ex assassin.

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Needles, swear words, reader getting angry.

A/N: Okay y’all so maybe the reader has slight anger issues.

𝘍𝘪𝘹 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.

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Y/n suddenly became aware of the very persistent beeping noise in her ear. No matter what she tried she couldn't get it to stop and it was starting to annoy the hell out of her. She cracked her eyes open, the light-flooded her blinding her for a few seconds but her eyes quickly adjusted.

The first thing she noticed was the white plain walls of the Med-Bay. The memories flickered through her head like a flashing light. Y/n looked down to her bandage arm she peeled it back a bit, by looking at her wound she guessed she might have been out a little over a day and a half.

She grabbed the cords attached to her body and yanked them out causing the heart monitor to start flatlining. Wanda shot right up out of a dead sleep at the sound, looking over to make sure her friend was okay. Y/n didn't even know she was there until she spoke up "Oh good you're alive."

Y/n grimaced "Very much so. How long have I been out?"

"A little over a day," Wanda said confirming what she thought. "After FRIDAY alerted us, Barnes got there first to see you all bruised and bloody."

Y/n could tell Wanda was trying to keep the conversation light which she appreciated. She rolled her eyes and chuckled "You should see the other guy."

"Oh trust me I did." Wanda grinned. "I should probably go get bruce though so I'll be right back."

Wanda left her room. Bruce came in and checked her vitals and drew some blood just to make sure there wasn't anything toxic left in her blood. He said that they couldn't use the cradle because it could harm her further so there would be a scar. But Y/n didn't mind much a little bit of meditation and it would be long gone.

Wanda gave Y/n her phone but had to go because Vision needed some help. Y/n was checking some emails and she heard a little sniffle. She looked up to see a red-eyed Peter peaking into her room. She set down her phone and motioned him over. "Hey, Peter what's wrong?"

Peter seemed a little unsure of himself hesitating to speak. He once again sniffles wiping his face with his shirt. In a little voice, he mumbled, "I was scared you were going to die."

Y/n's heart broke into a million little pieces. She didn't know what to say to him. She wanted to comfort him but she didn't know-how. Y/n did the only thing she knew how. Made a joke out of it. "Oh, Pete you know some half-ass assassin can't get the best of me."

Peter chuckled also while hiccuping. He looked down then back at her. He rushed toward Y/n wrapping his arms around her. Y/n slowly wrapped her arm around him the stayed like that for a few seconds. She rubbed his back and patted it. "Can't breathe. Super strength." She choked out.

Peter pulled back standing next to her bed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly "I forgot sorry."

"Don't worry about it. And hey get some sleep I'm the one in the Med-bay and you look worst than me."

Peter promised he would. He gave her a get-well card that he bought with his aunt May. He turned to leave. Bucky was standing in the doorway. Peter told him he could go in and left.

Bucky walked into the room. Y/n's face lit up when she noticed him standing there. "Well look who it is. My savior."

Bucky gave a small chuckle. He looked her over. He can't get the image of her lying limp in his arms out of his head. He doesn't think he's ever been that scared or panicked in his life. It became blurry to him after she passed out. He vaguely remembers carrying her the few feet to the med bay and Bruce ordering someone to get him out. Funny how someone can change your life within a few months of knowing them.

"How are you doing." He breathed out turning serious. He sat in the chair next to her bed setting her clothes on the tabled next to them. He couldn't explain it he felt like it was her fault she was in here. Even if he hasn't done it personally.

"Good, I'm good. How's Alpine? I know she has separation anxiety."

"Well, last night she somehow got into my room again. And right now I think she's with Wanda. I'm pretty sure she sneaks her extra treats."

Y/n and Bucky continued to talk. She genuinely enjoyed his company. There was a feeling that she didn't want to name that started to open up whenever he came around. They decided to watch a movie. Y/n was sitting crisscross applesauce and Bucky had his feet kicked up onto her bed while laying back in the chair.

"You actually liked this movie," Bucky exclaimed. Y/n got to pick the movie and she picked newsies. She thought it was the right thing to choose considering it's about young boys in New York. Though it was a little before his time it was basic Bucky and Steve.

"Yes, it was my favorite movie of my teen years. Believe it or not, I thought their New Yorker accents were really hot."

Bucky laughed. He couldn't believe what he was hearing "No way. They are so bad. They aren't even accurate."

"Hey don't judge. I can't help what my teenage hormones find attractive." She jokingly kicked his feet and he put his arms up defensively.

"I'm not, I'm not. It's just that I don't see you like that type of girl. Back in my day, they use to associate accents with thugs or gangs."

"It's the 21st-century hun. Times are different." She put her non-injured hand on her hip.

Bucky raised his eyebrows and smirked "So I'm seeing."

The buzzing of Y/n phone interrupted their conversation. The caller ID read Anthony Y/n put up a finger to signal to give her a moment. She clicked the accept button and a nervous sounding Tony picked up "Hey Y/n how are you? I heard what happened."

Y/n? He never uses her real. That only means one thing. He did something that could potentially piss her off. She was out for one day and this is what happens. "What did you do Tony."

"Okay look so don't be mad when I tell you. Meet me in the debriefing room in 10." He hung up before she got the chance to object.

Y/n slide to the edge of the bed. She swung her feet over. She attempted to stand up but when she put pressure on her foot she nearly collapsed. Y/n didn't remember hitting her foot or anything but it must have been when she dove over her desk. Bucky put his hands on her waist to steady her. "Woah you okay there doll?"

"Yeah. Can you like?" She made a turning motion with her hand. Bucky immediately stood up and turned around.

Y/n took off her hospital gown. Buck caught a glance of 2 long scars crossing her stomach and what looked like to be a burn on her hip through the reflection of the window. He quickly turned away out of respect. Y/n slide on her pants and cleared her throat. "I'm done."

Bucky turns around and sees her supporting most of her weight on her right foot. "Do you want me to get you crutches or a wheelchair?"

"Why would I do that when I have a perfectly good super soldier right here?"

She hobbled over to Bucky and wrapped her good arm around his waist. He rolled his eyes at her being difficult but put his arm around her. He wouldn't admit it but he secretly liked it and thought it was sweet.

They got down to the debriefing room. Tony was pacing around the front muttering something to himself. Y/n and Bucky took up the last two seats. Y/n's foot was throbbing so she put it on the table to elevate it. They waited a couple of minutes for him to start. Natasha finally decided to speak up getting annoyed "You want to tell us what this was about before you burn a hole in the carpet."

Tony stopped to look at them and started to pace again "Okay so I didn't tell you guys everything. That meeting I had was with the UN. They are trying to get General Ross to be ahead of the Avengers instead of Nick Fury."

He paused to let them take it in. Some were confused, and a couple were mad. "Wait are they just trying to do this since we didn't sign the Sakovia accords?" Steve said what most were thinking.

"See that's what I said but they were talking about some bullshit about us being unorganized and dangerous. And the only way they'd stop it is if someone took a truth serum and I said Y/n would."

Oh, this is why he told her not to get mad. She had to take a deep breath so she wouldn't pull off her shoe and beat him with it. Is he stupid? He's a genius but he can't think before he speaks. "So how does it work?" Clint asked.

"Well, they will hook you up to a lie detector machine and inject you with the truth serum. The way it works is that every time you lie the serum will start to burn and your heart rate will start to accelerate."

"So what all do I have to lie about." Y/n finally questioned. She was chewing her lip in contemplation. She's pulled off worst than this and has had more on the line than this.

"What I know for sure is that I said you've been with us for 2 years, you can't tell them how you got that cut and anything that can potentially get us into trouble. Also, you can't take any strong pain meds."

"So basically she has to have one hell of a poker face," Bucky concluded.

Y/n sighs and rubs her head."How long do I have."

"12 hours until wheels up." Tony better buy me so many boxes of pizza she thinks.

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Bucky watched as Y/n sat on the floor crisscross applesauce. Her back is the door and the only light in the room is the light from the hallway in the quinjet. Y/n could hear the soft buzz of Bucky's metal arm with her eyes still close she says "You know you can come in Sarge."

That startles Bucky. He walked into the room and sat on the floor taking up space next to her. He looked at her "I came to tell you we are almost there. Are you nervous?"

Y/n thought for a few seconds. Most people in her position would probably be pissing their pants at this moment. Having to go in front of the United Nations and lie straight to their faces. So she answered truthfully "No, no I'm not."

Bucky was surprised. She was genuine in her answer. If it was him he would be having a near stroke. "Really? Anyway so why do meditate it doesn't actually help with anything."

"Actually it does. It helps with my heart rate and it helps me heal faster."

"Oh?" He looked at her expectingly obviously not believing her.

She kicked out her leg and lifted the pant leg to her suit. The bruise was gone and she rotated her foot and wiggle her toes to prove she wasn't in any pain.

Y/n grabbed his shoulder as a crutch to help her get up and grabbed her heels. Bucky looked up at her. "You know I can't seem to figure you out."

Y/n paused and pursed her lips in thought "Somethings are better off left as mysteries." She patted his shoulder and walked out.

_

Wanda, Natasha, and Y/n broke off from the rest of the Avengers, having to go to the medical room so she could get a mini medical exam.

The girls walk through security. Natasha dropped all of her weapons in a bin so she could pick them up later. They put a device around Wanda's neck so she couldn't use her powers. Y/n could see how uncomfortable it made her. She walked over to Wanda and whispered "I feel bad you have to wear that. You didn't have to come."

Wanda looked at her and have a small sad smile "What you're about to do is worst than this. It's the least I can do for you helping us."

Y/n nodded to her. Security officers escorted them to the medical room. They had Y/n sit on a bed. They made her pee in a cup, took her blood, and checked her medical history. Natasha was giving her advice. While she knew most things it was still nice having someone coach her through and remind her of it.

When they finished Wanda went to join the rest of the Avengers. Natasha walked her to the door she adjusted Y/n's suit "You've got this. We'll be supporting you in the crowd."

"Thank you Nat for everything really." She hugged her and Natasha gave Y/n's arm a reassuring squeeze.

Y/n took a deep breath. She stepped into the room. The room was a half-circle shape with large windows behind it. In the back were journalists and reporters. And in the front were the UN personnel were located. Y/n walked past the Avengers and took her seat in the middle of the room.

Y/n could feel everyone's eyes on her. She got blinded momentarily from the flashes of the cameras. She looked over to the Avengers. Tony, Bruce, Clint, and Steve at the end. Bucky in the middle. And Sam, Natasha, Wanda, and Vision on the other end. Wanda gave her 2 thumbs up and Y/n smiled back at her.

Staff came over and started to unpack and hook her up to the lie detector machine. They took off the jacket to her suit and connected wires to three fingers on her right hand. They put a blood pressure cuff on her left tricep and inflated it. Ross stood up and cleared his throat being the room's attention on him.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm General Ross and I will be doing the questioning on the behalf of the UN."

He turned his gaze to Y/n. "We're going to test the lie detector first."  Y/n nodded to him and he began.

"Is your legal name Y/n Y/l/n?"

"Yes." Y/n states.

"True." The man in the chair next to her says.

He looked down at the paper he had in his hand looking for his next question. "Very well. Were you born Y/B/D 1995?"

"Yes."

"True."

"Are you nervous?"

Natasha's words come back to Y/n. Lie once. Lie about something small. So they don't get suspicious. Y/n let her heart rate pick up a bit and purposely avoided eye contact. "No."

"Lie."

"It's okay to be nervous. God knows I would." Ross joked a few people chuckled and Y/n had to physically hold back an eye roll. He thinks he got her but in reality, he's right where she wanted.

He nodded to the staff and they walked over to her and began to prep her. They cleaned a small area of her arm with an alcohol pad. "This might hurt a bit." One muttered.

They stuck the needle into her arm and injected the serum. At first, it felt cool but then it hit her all at once it felt like someone poured a pan of grease on her. Y/n's skin was on fire, she bit her cheek so hard it nearly drew blood.

Bucky watched as Y/n closed her eyes and took a deep breath. If it was anything like the Super Soldier serum he knew it burn. She opened her eyes and if he didn't witness it he wouldn't even know it happened seconds ago.

General Ross walked back to the front and began to speak "We are ready to proceed. Did it hurt? I've never tried it."

"Yes." Like a bitch.

"What role do you play for the Avengers? Tony mentioned you've been there for 2 years."

"I'm their Chief Physician." The second part of his sentence was a statement so she missed lying by an inch.

"True."

He asked questions like that for a while or worded them differently. The questions were getting repetitive and Y/n was getting bored and impatient. She hasn't had to lie yet not that she wanted to. Especially not when she has the truth serum from hell injected in her veins.

"Have the Avengers ever put you in any unnecessary danger?" Ross questioned.

"Never." She replied trying not to bounce her leg.

"True."

"Tell me Miss Y/l/n how did you get that cut? It looks pretty deep." He paused seemingly watching for her reaction.

"My cat. She has some pretty mean claws." Y/n stated without missing a beat. She felt the burn of the serum. It wasn't as bad as the injection but damn did it fucking hurt. Despite that Y/n kept a straight face starting to get annoyed with him. She could hear the flutter of the cameras.

"True."

"Would you consider Miss Maximoff unstable in any way, shape, or form?"

Y/n has to stop her eyes from going wide. What the hell kind of question was that besides rude. It's like he wants her to lash out at him. "No."

The man watches the monitor for a few seconds "True." He finally says.

"Would you consider Mr. Barnes dangerous?"

The audacity of this man. You want to see someone dangerous? Let's see how dangerous I am when I choke you out with this cord that's wrapped around my finger- "No"

"True."

"Are you aware of his past?"

"Very much so. And that where it should stay the past. I don't know what you're trying to get at general."

"True."

"Were you aware that we are starting a search for Lilith and anyone with information on her that doesn't come forward will be sent to the raft? And were you aware that if we find her we are ordered to kill on sight?"

Y/n gets a bitter taste in her mouth. This cannot be happening. She can't freak out right now. She clenched her jaw "No I was not aware of either."

"True."

"Very well that's all." Ross returned to his seat among the UN.

The staff came over and unhooked her from the machine. Y/n felt like she could finally breathe. She stood up and walked out without glancing back. The Avengers did the same meanwhile getting swarmed with paparazzi.

Part 8

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@theashlynbarnes @writingonabrokenwall

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fem!reader x drew mcintyre

reader was just a regular American girl who has some royal family members in Scotland. Drew is the heir to the Scottish throne, and he needed to marry to become king. Drew and reader were married only days after they met, making reader a Scottish princess. both were against the wedding. now, the two want nothing to do with each other unless they have to attend a public event, until one night ...

word count: 3.6k

warnings: prince!drew, arguments, arranged marriage (ig that's what you can call it?), angst, a tiny bit of fluff

— this was originally gonna be one part but now it’s two bc that’s just the way the writing brought me. this was also gonna go in a completely different direction than it did but now this is it. enjoy —

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***

You're getting ready in your chambers. The maids are helping you get ready for the annual New Years Ball that the royal family of Scotland puts on every January 1st. Your long Y/H/C colored hair is being curled by one of the maids while another does your makeup. A third maid is making sure your dress and shoes are ready for you for when your hair and makeup are done.

Balls are not your thing. Actually, going out in public with your husband is not your thing. It's only a few times a week but you're not all about the fake smiles and hand-holding when you were never supposed to marry him anyway.

Being a princess was not on your list of things to be in life. You were an up and rising professional wrestler. Your great Aunt Blair asked you to come to Scotland to meet someone while you were wrestling on Ring of Honor. You had no idea that she meant that she actually volunteered you to marry the heir to the Scottish throne.

The maid doing your hair throws some little white flowers with a sparkly silver lining on the end of the petals. The maid doing your makeup has done a silver smokey eye look with some highlight, blush, and nude lipstick color.

Your nails were done earlier in the day. You got an acrylic French manicure. The nails are kind of long and oval-shaped.

"Princess," one of the maids says. "Yer dress is ready for ya when ya're."

You look at the ballgown hanging up in your large closet and sigh softly.

Once your hair and makeup are done, you get up. One of the maids grabs the dress. You take off the long, silky robe and the dress is pulled over your head. You're zipped up and the maids puff out the skirt.

The silver ball gown is very poofy with a small trail. The dress is strapless and very sparkly. The neck dips down a little bit. The top is tight and gets poofy at the waist. You put on silver heels to match the dress.

You put on silver earrings and a necklace, as well as your diamond engagement ring and silver wedding band.

There's a knock on your door as one of the maids put on a silver tiara since you are the princess of Scotland. Another one answers the door.

"Oh, yer highness," she says, bowing. "The princess is almost ready."

A male voice says, "Thank ya, Miss Arabel." Your husband, Drew, is at the door.

After some finishing touches, you're finally ready. You walk up to the door and look at Drew, who's dressed nicely in a black and white suit with a silver tie to match you. His hair in a neat ponytail on the back of his head. He's also wearing his wedding band.

"Ready?" he asks. You can hear the annoyance in his voice.

You nod and mumble, "Sure."

Drew hooks his arm with yours and the two of you head down to the ballroom.

You wait at the door with Drew's father and brother. The royal family is announced together. Drew's father, the King of Scotland, says, "Y/N, ya look stunning. Doesn't she, Drew?" He looks at his eldest son.

Drew just nods and says, "Sure, it's a little too much though."

Anger rises within you as Drew's dad signals for the door to be opened. The guard at the door opens the door and another guard yells, "Introducing the Royal Family of Scotland. The king, Andrew, Prince Drew, Princess Y/N, and Prince John."

Music plays and a fake smile forms on your lips as you follow Drew's father into the large ballroom. Most of the room is made of gold and a large chandelier hangs on the ceiling.

"The princess looks stunning."

"Look at the princess."

The comments make you blush and the fake smile turns real. Drew looks down at you without you knowing.

You and Drew mingle, talking with guests together. Drew steals occasional glances at you but you don't notice as you laugh with the guests.

Being an American, you're still learning about all the Scottish traditions. You've only been over here for a few months so everyday is a learning experience. The guests ask what you did for the holidays with Drew and his family since it's your first time in the country.

"Oh, we celebrated Christmas the way we do in America," you explain to the guests who asked. "Christmas Eve dinner, presents on Christmas morning, and Christmas dinner on Christmas Day. Drew and I also watched some Christmas movies that night. I've heard that Scotland's Christmas traditions are similar to America's."

You added the part about Drew to make it seem like you and your husband actually spent time together on Christmas. After dinner, you went off to your separate chambers and you watched Christmas movies over FaceTime with your friend who now works in NXT, Candice LeRae.

The guests are all very interested. Then the music changes and Drew asks, "M'lady, may I have this dance?"

You look up at Drew and say, "Uh, yeah. Sure." He takes your hand and you excuse yourself from the small group and walk to the dance floor with Drew.

He takes one of your hands in his and the other goes to your waist. You hold up your very poofy skirt so you don't trip.

The dance is slow at first, to make sure you don't trip. Once you're both in sync with each other and you're sure you won't trip, Drew speeds up the movements.

"Wow," Drew says. "My toes aren't bruised yet. Looks like those dance lessons 're paying off."

You stare up at Drew, who is standing tall above you at six foot five. "You're so funny, Drew," you say, rolling your eyes. "I almost peed from laughing so hard."

Drew says, "And there's the sarcasm I absolutely just love about ya."

"As if you love anything about me," you mumble to yourself.

The air turns tense and he says, "Ya could only wish that I'd love ya, or anything about this relationship."

Rolling your eyes, you say, "Maybe if you spent time with me, maybe you'd actually start liking things about this relationship. You only married me to become king when your father relinquishes the crown in a few months."

He looks around and says in a hush tone, "Believe it or not, Y/N, but I married ya for several reasons. Yes, I needed t'marry t'become king but I was excited to start a family. Then ya got here and were nothing like I expected. Yeah, I have an attitude with ya but that's because ya have one with me all the time."

Annoyance rises within you and you say, "I gave up my career to come here. I gave up my dreams of wrestling for WWE and winning titles for the company. I'm not happy I'm in this marriage, Drew. I married a stranger and you're still a stranger to me."

Guests start to look at you and Drew so he takes your hand and whisks you off to a more private area in one of the hallways. You trip over your gown as you follow closely behind Drew.

The door closes and now you're alone with Drew. He looks at you and says, "I'm sorry that ya gave up wrestling to come here and marry me, Y/N. I'm not that happy about it either but if I wanted t'succeed my father then I had'ta marry someone, and that someone is ya."

"You could've picked someone in the country, Drew," you say. "Seriously, you had to pick me."

Drew says, "Yer aunt spoke very highly of ya when she would visit my father. When my father told me I needed t'marry, my mind went t'ya. I didn't think about the repercussions ya would face when I told my father I wanted ya t'be my wife."

Sighing, you say, "Wrestling was taken away from me and I moved away to a country to marry a prince. It's been overwhelming for me and you are nowhere to be seen. I've been taking princess lessons for months and I'm still struggling. It doesn't help I'm alone, Drew, in a foreign country. I don't even have wrestling anymore because I 'can't risk getting hurt'. It's not a fairytale ending like in the books."

There's a silence between the two of you before Drew says, "It still can be"

You look at Drew and ask, "What does that mean?"

He meets your eyes and suddenly you feel butterflies. You've never felt butterflies in your stomach since meeting Drew.

"I just thought that maybe before the coronation that maybe we can go t'America and see a few wrestling shows," he says slowly. "I'm a big fan myself."

Everyday in Scotland is a learning experience. You didn't know that he was a wrestling fan.

You say, "I'd, uh, like that."

Drew slowly takes your hand and he says, "I also thought that maybe we can share a room together like a married couple should."

Confused, you say, "It was your idea to have the separate chambers since we 'didn't have to be married within the four walls of the castle'. At least that's what you told me."

He says, "Contrary to popular belief, I actually do like ya, Y/N. Why do ya think my mind went t'ya when asked if there was someone I wanted t'marry? The girls in this country are beautiful, don't get me wrong, but ya. There's just something about ya that peeks my interests."

You stare up at Drew and for a second before you say, "We've been married for months and this is all coming out now."

"We've never had this conversation until now," Drew says, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "By the way, ya do look stunning in that dress. Shows yer personality really well."

You get flustered and say, "You said it was too much."

Drew chuckles and says, "I'm just that good of a liar, I guess."

A little bit of annoyance creeps up and you say, "Stop lying to me, Drew. I'm confused and now I have a headache because of what you're saying to me."

He says, "I know, I'm sorry. I can walk ya to yer room if ya wanna go lay down and get rid of that ache."

You soften up a bit and say, "Yeah." That's all you say. That's all you feel like you can say.

So, Drew walks you to your chambers. You notice that you're still holding his hand when you arrive at the door of your room. He turns toward you and says, "Whenever ya would like t'go see those wrestling shows in America then let me know and we'll go, okay?"

You nod and look up at your husband. "Thank you, Drew," you say. "Offering to go see some wrestling shows in my home country sounds really nice."

Drew says, "It's been a while since I've been to America and I'd like t'see where my wife is from."

My wife. He said you were his wife. That was the first time behind closed doors that he's referred to you as his wife.

There's another silence between the two of you before you say, "I'm, um, going to head inside. Take some medicine and lay down."

"Can I stop by later t'make sure yer okay?" he asks slowly and cautiously.

You consider it for a moment before you say, "Yeah, sure. Just come in if you do because knocking may make my headache worse."

Drew nods and says, "Alright."

You look up at Drew and the air between the two of you thickens a bit. Your heart races in your chest as you wait for Drew to do something.

He pushes a loose curl behind your ear before he kisses your cheek lightly. Your heart almost jumps out of your chest when his lips touch your cheek. You look at him as he pulls away from you slowly.

"Goodnight, in case yer asleep when I come check on ya after the party," Drew says quietly.

You nod and say in almost a whisper, "Goodnight."

He shoots you a smile before walking off to the party again. You stand in the hallway for a second, playing with your engagement ring as you watch him walk off.

For the first time in this marriage, Drew's actions and words made you have butterflies in your stomach and made your heart race.

If you didn't know any better then you might be falling for your husband.

***

The moment between you and Drew has melted away by morning. You walked down to breakfast early the next morning and he doesn't even acknowledge your presence at the table.

"Y/N, are ya feeling okay?" Drew's dad asks. "Ya left with Drew and only Drew came back."

Nodding, you say, "Yeah. I just wasn't feeling well so I went to bed a little early. That's all."

Drew finally glances at you and his dad says, "Feeling better this morning, I hope?"

"Depends," you say, looking at Drew. "Is your eldest son going to keep ignoring me like he is right now?"

His dad looks at him and asks, "Is there something wrong?"

You say, "No, nothing's wrong." You get angry and stand up. "Excuse me but I think I'm going to go back to my chambers. I'm not feeling well again."

After you're done talking, you leave and go back to your room. You've just closed the door when there's a knock.

Reluctantly, you go and answer it. Drew stands in the doorway and you say, "Oh, great. It's you. Come to promise me something else then ignore me again?"

Drew says, "Look, I'm sorry. This whole thing is new to me, Y/N. I'm 35 and I haven't been in a serious relationship like this."

"We're not even in a relationship, Drew," you spit at him. "We're legally bind to each other for you to become king."

He says, "I'm trying here, Y/N!" His voice is rising. "I'm fucking trying. We met, were engaged then married within weeks. I'm trying t'be a good husband in public while also trying t'form a relationship with you behind closed doors. It's not easy. Especially because I do want a relationship with ya, Y/N."

You glare at him and say, "Ignoring me isn't trying, Drew."

He says, "I know, Y/N." He rubs his face. "God, I'm terrible at communicating how I feel and this is whole new territory for me."

Deciding to lighten the air, you say, "If you want to be king then you have to work on communication skills there, Drew."

Drew looks at you and says, "I'm gonna pretend that I didn't just hear ya say that."

You smile and say, "Come on, Drew. Lighten up a bit. Here, tell me the truth. How do you feel when you're around me?"

Your husband blinks at you and thinks for a second. He says, "I, uh, I feel nervous. Ya make me a little nervous, Y/N. My heart races when ya're around me, especially when we touch. Um, when ya walk into a room, I feel a knot in my stomach. I don't know what it's called-"

"Butterflies," you say, helping him out. "They're called butterflies in the stomach. It's what happens when we're around someone who we may or may not like."

Drew looks down at you and says, "Sounds like yer talking from experience."

You nod slightly and say, "I am."

He blinks at you and starts to say something before someone walks into the hallway and say, "I apologize for the interruption, your highnesses. Prince Drew, your father has requested your presence in his chambers. Immediately."

Drew nods and says, "One second." He turns toward you. "When I'm done with my father, I'll come back and we can keep talking. Okay?"

You nod and he smiles before walking off quickly.

That's when you notice when there are butterflies in your stomach again.

***

It's hours later and you're still waiting for Drew. You've asked your maids if they've seen him and they've all said that he's still with his father.

You're watching Freaky Friday on Disney Plus when the doors to your chambers open. A red-faced Drew walks in and you ask, "Woah, Fire Face. What's wrong?"

"My father is what's wrong," Drew says. He's pacing around the room and you pause the movie, getting up and walking to him.

You say, "Talk to me, Drew." He doesn't look at you. "Hey, dumbass. I'm your wife, remember? You're supposed to talk to me about this stuff."

Finally, Drew looks down at you. You're so much shorter than him. You're barely five foot four. You're eye level with his chest and you have to tilt your head up to look at Drew.

He says, "My father just told me that we're going on a two week tour of the country. He wants me t'know the country before I ascend the throne."

"What's the matter with that?" you ask, gently stroking Drew's arm to calm him down.

His eyes are on your hand on his arm as he says, "I wanted t'surprise ya with tickets home t'America for the two weeks that we'll be on tour."

Your eyes widen and you say, "We can go when we get back."

Drew says, "When we got t'America, yer friend was gonna meet us in Florida. I got ya cleared t'wrestle in one match in WWE against your friend. It was more than just going t'see some wrestling shows in America. When we got t' ya're hometown, I was gonna take ya t'yer favorite spot that ya told me about before and I was gonna ask if ya wanted t'try and be a real couple."

Your heart sinks into stomach when you see how upset Drew is about this. You say, "You had all that planned out for me? For us?"

He nods and says, "I wanted ya to feel less alone and I wanted ya t'have at least one more match before ya actually have t'give up wrestling."

You console Drew by hugging him. You close your eyes and you say, "I already feel less alone, Drew."

"What about yer one more match?" he asks.

Looking up at Drew, you say, "I've already come to terms with the fact I'll probably never wrestle again. It would have been amazing to be in a WWE ring but I don't need one more match."

His hands rest on your cheeks before he says, "I'll get ya in a WWE ring at some point, Y/N. Ya gave up yer career t'be here. It's the least I can do."

The idea of talking to Drew's father pops into your mind and you say, "I need to do something really quick. Can you excuse me?"

Drew nods and you let go of each other before you walk off to the king's chambers.

At the door, you knock. A "come in" is said from the other side so you open the large doors.

King Andrew sits at his desk and he looks up at you. "Ah, Y/N," he says, getting up. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Postpone the tour of Scotland," you bluntly say. "Please, sir."

His face hardens a bit as he says, "Drew must've told ya what was happening."

You nod and say, "He did, and he pulled a lot of strings to surprise me back home. Mr. King Sir, he gave me an opportunity to do the thing I love one more time before I give it up to join him by his side as queen of this beautiful country. He wants to take this trip to help us get closer so maybe we could be together behind closed doors as well. Let us take this trip and the day we get back, we can tour this country that I can proudly say I call my second home."

Andrew looks at you as you talk. He leans against his desk and crosses his arms across his chest, looking down at the floor when you're done talking.

You wait for a response.

It's almost an eternity before he says, "I can remember what it was like t'be in love with Drew's mother when we were younger. All the trips we took were always business, never for pleasure. Then she got sick and she died, and I regret that we never got to go on a trip just for pleasure. So, I will postpone the tour so ya and Drew can visit the States, but the day ya get back is the day the tour of Scotland begins."

You smile and say, "Yes, Mr. King Sir. May I go tell Drew the news?"

He nods and dismisses you.

As soon as you're out of the room, you take off back toward your chambers. Drew sits on the small love seat in your room and looks at you when you walk in.

"When do we leave to go to America?"

—

tags: @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan

[babylooneytoonz]

Summary: Your first meeting with Sergeant Barnes wasn't exactly charming, hell, it was a disaster. And the only adjectives that came to your mind when you thought about him were words like prick, bastard and a jackass. He made your life hell, and you lived to make sure you made him suffer. And neither of you realized, how your sole mission of tormenting each other became the most important part of your life.

Warning: Language, implied sexual innuendos, reference and non descriptive sex // A hattrick by Bucky Barnes in being a dick // Sexual tension begins

Coffee Stains - Masterlist

A bright hue of orange yellow filled your room, a ray of sunlight seeping through a crevice in your curtains. It was too bright to keep sleeping soundly any longer, and besides, you had an alarm set up for 7 in the morning, so you could go out for your morning run, and get back in time to get yourself a nice breakfast.

You sat up in bed, grumbling and groaning at the soreness you were now feeling where you had felt Steve's hard blow. Your eyes moved down, as you rolled up your t-shirt, and stared at the bluish bruise that had seemed to form over your abs. It was only then when you realized, when your eyes fell on the clock, that you had slept in, and it was already ten minutes past 9. You hopped out of bed, almost managing to fall face first to the floor, as your foot was still entangled in the sheets.

Dressed in your PJs, without even bothering to run your hands through your hair, you slid your glasses over the bridge of nose and walked out of your apartment. You needed coffee, and you needed food; you were starving, and your stomach was rumbling loud enough for the entire towers to hear.

When you entered the recreation room, a wafting aroma of waffles and bacon filled your nostrils, making you almost lick your lips.

"Morning, Y/N," Wanda greeted in a chirpy voice, causing your head to snap towards her. She was sitting on the dining table, her plate of food kept in front of her, her fingers curled against a glass of grape juice as she brought it up to her lips and took a sip, her eyes fixed on you. "Good sleep?"

"Not really. I feel like shit. I need an effing coffee first."

Wanda hummed in agreement and went back to relishing her breakfast while you lazily tumbled into the kitchen, where Tony was already brewing himself one.

"Morning, junior. Had a good sleep?"

"Junior? I'm no one's junior, Stark." You hissed at him, almost ready to snatch the coffee that he had made for himself but he was swift, he pulled it off the slab before you could grab it.

"Well, you've replaced Wanda as our new junior, until our next recruit decides to join us," he chuckled, reaching out and ruffling your hair, ending up making you even more grumpier than you had been before. You kept watching him with a scowl as he walked out, leaving you alone to brew yourself your mug of coffee.

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Bucky stormed through the seventh floor hallway, having just stepped out of his apartment that happened to be next to yours but you still had no clue about that. He was angry, his shoulders were tense and his mind was occupied; he kept playing the events of yesterday like a movie at the back of his mind. You stepped closer, splashed him with chilled water and he could do nothing, rather, although he could have done a lot of things, he just kept watching you until you had left.

A war was waging at the back of his mind, and he was already working on ways he could get back at you, after what you did.

He ran his calloused hands through his loose strands, as he made his way towards the gym to work out and get this damn thoughts out of his mind. But this definitely wasn't going to happen for his eyes fell on you the minute he entered the gym.

You hadn't seen him yet, for you had your ear pods on, and you were running on the treadmill, with Sam lifting weights a few steps away from you. Bucky cleared his throat, causing Sam to look up into the mirror and then towards you, wondering if you had seen him yet.

By now, probably the entire Stark Towers knew that you were on a cold war with Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.

You had seen him through the mirror, but you were ignoring him. As long as you had your music on, he couldn't invade your privacy and make your life hell so you decided to ignore him, and continue running on the treadmill, although you kept following his movements, with your eyes. You watched him as he made his way to the bench press and sat down on the bench. You could see his lips moving, which you assumed that he was either speaking to Sam, or to Friday, to get the song changed, which was actually the latter one. Finally, he laid down flat on his back on the bench press, gripping the bar, his fingers coiling securely around it.

He slowly brought the bar down to his chest, as he breathed in. You didn't realise you were gawking at him for some reason through the mirrors, and wondering how effortless this whole thing looked on him. You also didn't realize that Sam was staring at you staring at Bucky in the mirror, giving you a side smirk until you abruptly removed the gaze from Bucky and slowly started unwinding yourself to get off the treadmill. You stepped off the treadmill when it finally came to a halt, and made your way to where the dumbbells were. Fixing yourself in front of the mirror, you started working on your arms.

Bucky had by now moved to the cross trainer, and you were waiting for Sam to get done with the deadlifts so you could get a chance. While you were waiting, you decided you would go get yourself a quick drink.

"Sam, don't let anyone take over. It's my turn next." You visibly said it out aloud, noticing Bucky almost roll his eyes at you through the mirror.

"Sure, I'm almost done anyway. What weights do you want? I'll do it for you while you're gone."

Your workout routine comprised of two twenty five kg bumper plates and the fifteen kg bar. You told Sam the same, not noticing that Bucky was also listening in on the conversation. You then turned away, your shoes flapping against the wooden floorboards until you had disappeared.

This was Bucky's queue. He quickly hopped off the cross trainer, tossing a plain white towel over his shoulder and round his neck. He walked up to Sam who was placing the twenty five kg bumper plate on the left side of the bar. Giving him one quick glance, he walked towards a cabinet, pulling out the tiny sticky notes and a marker, roughly scribbling the words 15 kg on two of them.

He walked back again, and bent down next to Sam, who raised an eyebrow, giving him a suspicious look.

"What on earth are you upto?"

"Just wait, and watch the fun."

Bucky placed the sticky notes on top of the 25 kg, changing it now to 15 kg, repeating the same for the other bumper plate as well.

"Hey! That's not right! Why you doing that for?" Sam pointed out, trying to reach for the sticker but Bucky just swatted his arm away.

"Shut the hell up, and dare you open your mouth when she comes back."

"This is dangerous, Bucky. She can break her back," Sam mumbled.

"10 kgs more ain't gonna break her damn back, Wilson. Besides, if she can't lift another twenty, she really doesn't deserve to be here." Bucky stood up finally, and slapped his hands together, moving away from it and towards the bench where he had now lowered himself and was waiting, his elbows resting on his knees, as he started scrolling through his phone. He only looked up when he heard footsteps approaching the gym, and he glared at Sam, eyeing him, and warning him not to open his mouth.

You stepped back in, ignoring Bucky as you twisted the cap of the energy drink and took a few sips before closing it again and letting it rest next to the weights.

"Thanks Sam," you winked at him, and watched him look at you, with a weird look on his face that you couldn't decipher. However, when you noticed the stickers on the bumper plates, a frown creased on your forehead, "Sam, you forgot, I had asked for a twenty five, not fifteen."

Sam almost opened his mouth to speak, but Bucky gave him such a glare, he just sheepishly ran his palm through the back of his head, and gave you a nervous chuckle, "I might have forgotten."

"Nevermind," you gave him a tight lipped smile and bent to grab two bumper plates of ten kgs each, quickly rolling them over the bar. You took a deep breath, and slid your ear pods back on into your ears, positioning yourself next to the deadlifts. You sat back, pushing your bum out, as though you were going to sit on an invisible stool, your knees and hips bent as you reached down to grab the barbell.

A loose grunt escaped your lips, and Sam's eyes widened while Bucky almost snorted, but tried to cover it up with a cough. Your hands were fiercely gripping the barbell but you could feel a bead of sweat trickle down against your forehead. You had been lifting 75 kgs for a long time now and today you were feeling that something wasn't right.

Yet, you took a deep breath, and steadied your stance once again, finally grunting and puffing up your cheeks, you stood up, bringing the bar up with you, the bar dragging along your shins on the way up. It was difficult, but you were able to do it.

A sharp exhale shot out of Sam's mouth, causing Bucky's attention to snap from your form, that he didn't know he was literally now staring at. He had wanted you to fail, but now, he didn't know anymore. He was actually enjoying watching you like this. He didn't realize he was staring, at the same time, moistening his dry lips with his tongue when Sam distracted him. When his eyes fell on Sam, for some weird reason, his eyebrow twitched. Sam was watching you, his eyes trained to your ass, as he was watching you work out.

"Sam. I thought you were done?" Bucky's voice suddenly filled the room; at the same time, you let the barbell drop to the mat with a loud thud, gasping for air as you moved away from it.

"What?" You asked, eyeing both Sam and Bucky as they were looking at you, and the both of them just shrugged so you ignored them and grabbing your energy drink , propped yourself on the bench where Bucky was sitting at and started chilling.

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Bucky stared at the blonde in front of his eyes; she was one of the agents that worked here, but all she did was the paperwork. She had been throwing these glances towards him recently and he had been rolling his eyes at her, annoyed to be even getting that attention from her. He didn't consider them his type but for some reason, he licked his lips this time, when his eyes raked over her slender frame, causing him to let out a soft gush or air from his lips.

Clearing his throat, he walked up to where the agent was standing, hunched over a desk, until she heard his voice, and a scarlet hue took over her cheeks.

"Sergeant Barnes–"

"Uh, I just wanted to check if –" Bucky mumbled, but his brain froze, and he couldn't come up with a good excuse. He frowned at himself, mentally cursing himself at how great he used to be in picking up girls back in the 1940s.

"–If, uh, Natasha Romanoff is back from her mission?"

Yeah, how pathetic was that? He thought to himself.

"Miss Romanoff isn't coming back for another week now," Bucky could note the way she was curling her index finger around a loose strand of her hair, which was a clear indication that she wanted him to ask her out. Who was he kidding, he was literally fighting an urge to grab her with his metal arm and pin her against the wall, tearing her clothes apart.

"Uh, I also wanted to ask you if you wanted to –" Bucky couldn't say it out loud, and he had no idea why.

It was only when the girl suddenly threw herself on him, her lips slamming ferociously on his, did he finally wrap his metal arm around her waist to hold her securely.

"Let's take this to my apartment, doll."

After your workout, you had retired to your apartment, snuggled up under your covers, with your favourite book in your hand. You didn't have the training for another five hours now, and you had the time to chill. You didn't realize when, while reading, your eyes fluttered shut, and you dozed off into a deep slumber, snoring lightly until a sudden thump from the other side of the wall woke you up.

You felt dizzy and disoriented, but you crept out from underneath your covers and stood up, stretching into a wide yawn when a high pitched moan reached your ears. Your nose scrunched up in annoyance, and since you had no idea who stayed in the apartment next to you, you shook your head wondering who this person was, who couldn't even wait for the night to actually have a little time of fun.

Maybe out of spite, and out of jealousy at the lack of an active sex life; hell you didn't date anyone ever since your nasty divorce almost two years back with Wallis, you strode up to the wall and banged your palm hard against the wall, screaming at the top of your lungs, "Hey, can you bloody keep it down there? I'm trying to take a nap."

You had only stepped away now, and were making your way towards the bathroom, smirking to yourself in victory, that the noises had died down when suddenly, the voices were back again, and this time, they were even louder than what you had heard the last time.

Frustrated, you huffed in defeat, slamming the bathroom shut.

Almost half an hour later, you stepped out of your apartment, having decided to go out and explore the city a little, maybe meet a few of your friends and have a drink when at the same time, the door to the next apartment opened and your eyes widened, when you saw Bucky step out, his hair disheveled, and his slacks hanging loosely from his hips. He didn't have a tshirt on, and the metal on his arm was looking even more prominent, because of which you couldn't help but let yourself take a good quick glance of his body.

He was an arrogant bastard, a cocky motherfucker, but he was really sexy, you couldn't deny it.

You couldn't deny that you had thought about him, while working out at times, imagining yourself positioned underneath him, as he did his push ups on top of you.

You groaned due to your thoughts, a little too loudly, and Bucky turned your way. The edge of lip was slightly shot upwards as though he had been smirking, and you swear you saw a hickey just at the nape of his neck. Just then, a strikingly beautiful blonde stepped out of his apartment straightening her outfit, giving you a quick, nervous glance before he darted away.

"That was fun, doll. See you soon." Bucky called out, his voice barging through the hallway, before he shot you a quick glance and disappeared into his apartment, his door slamming shut.

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A Very Merry Birthday (6)

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Rated: Mature 18+

(3 🍋s on fire, because we're talking threesome here.)

Characters involved: (TRH)Drake & Kate Walker, Preston Davis the bodyguard.

Content warning: Sexual situations (dubcon, masturbation, threesome), swearing, angst, fluff.

Word count: 6000+ (buckle up, get your popcorn and prefered beverage ready)

Prompts included: From Wacky Drabbles- ( they appear bolded in story, but not necessarily in order)

#82 - I didn't realize I needed your permission.

#84 - Just keep moving.

#85 - Do you want me to leave?

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Drake leaves Preston alone in his room to get changed. Standing in the silence of the hallway all he could hear and feel were the sound of his blood rushing through his ears and the thud of his heart in his chest and throat. 

Being alone with Kate was his favourite way to spend an evening, and now he had invited another man over to participate. He was still unsure how this night was going to go. The thought of watching his wife touching another man in a sensual way was outside of his comfort zone. He had to trust Kate to not take this too far. He also had to keep himself from wanting to murder Preston for taking pleasure out of touching and kissing his wife. And somehow he had to find pleasure of his own if he was to perform adequately to please Kate. Fuck, this feels all kinds of wrong. 

He sees Preston come out of his room with his hair combed, dressed in trousers, but in bare feet. Drake gives him a wry grin and runs his fingers back through his own hair to fix it. Preston's rakish good looks were already exaggerated by the thickness of his mustache and the scruff of his stubble, making Drake feel less masculine with his shaven cheeks and neatly trimmed hair. He suddenly understood how Maxwell felt about Drake showing off his chest hair at the beach, or when he rolled up his sleeves to do a strenuous task. Drake's stomach was suddenly in knots and he wished he had some whiskey to take the edge off his nerves. He doesn't know what to say to the mountain of a man standing next to him, so he just acknowledges him with a nod and then knocks at his hotel room door.

"You don't have your key?" Preston asks, keeping his voice low.

Drake shakes his head, speaking softly, "No, I gave it to her."

From the other side of the door they can hear Kate ask with a playful sing song tone of voice, "Who is it?"

Drake leans against the doorframe and then says, "Room service."

The door opens and Kate looks them over with a smile on her face, "Hello."

Drake grins, "I believe you ordered the two for one entertainment special."

Kate steps back to allow them to come into the room. "Yes, yes I did. Come on in."

After Kate closes the door behind them there's a brief awkward moment as the two men glance at each other and then toward Kate expectantly. With a gentle smile, Kate walks over to Drake and stretches up on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. He wraps his arm around her back to hug her to his side and she rests her hand on his cheek, whispering in his ear. 

"You've done well, my love. Why don't you go off to the bathroom, brush your teeth, and freshen up a bit while I talk privately with Preston for a moment?"

Drake looks quickly to Preston and then lets go of Kate, keeping his voice low, "Are you sure? Maybe I should stay."

Patting him gently on the chest, she grins, "Don't worry. We'll be fine. I'm not going to start anything while you're gone."

Drake looks between Kate and Preston, trying to fight the uneasy feeling in his gut. Walking over to the bed he keeps an eye on them as he sits down to take off his shoes and socks. "No funny business, Preston. I know very well how irresistible Kate can be."

Preston smirks at him, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I promise to keep my hands to myself, sir."

"Good."

After Drake disappears into the bathroom, Preston breathes a sigh of relief, relaxing a little. "Is he always like this?"

Kate grins at the bodyguard, leading him further into the room. "Drake's complicated."

She sits down on the end of the bed and he settles down into the comfortable armchair opposite. 

"Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

Kate shrugs, crossing her legs and arranging her skirt around her knees. "You can ask."

"What's it like to be married to a guy like him?"

"It's interesting, sometimes infuriating, definitely intense, and absolutely incredible."

Preston chuckles, "That's a lot of 'I' words to describe someone."

Kate glances toward the bathroom, wondering how much Drake can overhear.

"Trust me, Drake's the whole alphabet. The only drawback is that he just won't shut up about his feelings."

Preston chuckles again, "Good one. I know I have some 'a' words to describe him too. But I'll keep those to myself."

Kate nods, "Considering that he's your boss, I think that's smart. I want to apologize again for hurting you. I was afraid if I hadn't stopped things that Drake might have hurt you worse."

Preston looks down at his lap, "You could have just slapped my face again."

"Yeah, I know. So are you still sore?"

Preston leans forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees, "A little tender, there will probably be bruising tomorrow, but not my first time taking a hit to the groin."

Kate appraises him over again, lifting her eyebrow, "So you've gotten handsy with an unwilling date before? You don't strike me as that kind of guy, Preston."

He shakes his head, "Nah, nah. I've just been dumb enough to play backyard sports without a cup."

Drake returns from the bathroom, "Oh yeah? What kind of sports did you play?"

Kate interrupts before Preston can answer, "Don't tell me you two would rather discuss sports, than play with me. If so, I'll just send Preston back to his room and you two can chitchat on the drive home tomorrow."

Drake shakes his head, placing his hands on his hips, "No, after all the trouble I went through to get him here, I'd rather see what kind of play you have in mind."

Kate glances between her two men with a smile, "Before we play we need to set some rules."

"Ok," Preston says, sitting back in his chair.

Drake nods, "But, don't forget about my stipulation that I brought up earlier."

"Which is?" Preston wants to know.

Kate sighs giving Preston an apologetic look, "Drake insisted that no part of you was allowed inside of any part of me."

Preston frowns, "That kind of reduces any sort of fun for me in this situation doesn't it?"

Drake folds his arms across his chest, "Well yeah, sorry to burst your bubble but I'm just trying to protect my marital relationship here. I don't want this, whatever it turns out to be, jeopardizing my marriage by turning into some future affair between you two."

"You know I'm the one who is supposed to be in charge here right? One night of fun isn't going to ruin anything. Trust me, Drake." Kate insists. "We've already been over this."

Preston digs into the pocket of his trousers, pulling out a foil condom packet, "And if you're that worried about what might happen in the heat of the moment, I did bring protection."

"See? There you go, Drake. He came prepared. Now let's get this party started. And as the Duchess in Charge, I am deciding our party games."

"Sexual party games, seriously?" Drake grumbles, rolling his eyes. 

Kate gets up from the bed, "Oh come on, Mr. Crankypants. I know you'll enjoy them, and besides I'll be explaining how we play each game as we go."

"Mr. Crankypants. I bet you were a barrel of laughs at birthday parties when you were a kid," Preston laughs.

Drake shoots him an angry glare, and Preston smirks back at him, "Speaking of name calling, that brings up an issue. If she's directing the action, I need to know how I'm supposed to acknowledge you both. In my job I use, 'Your Grace, Sir, and Ma'am.'  And I don't know if that works here, considering how intimate we're all about to be."

Drake breathes an annoyed sigh, jabbing his thumb in Preston's direction as he addresses his wife, "If I hear him saying your name in any sort of passionate or seductive way I'm seriously going to lose it. I'll kill him with my bare hands."

"Ok, fine. To safeguard Preston's life, and my husband's precious ego, I'll allow Preston to call me 'K'. Is that neutral enough?"

Drake nods and so does Preston. 

"And so he'll be 'D' then?"

Kate shrugs, "Works for me, but I'm still using both your proper names."

Drake folds his arms, "Ok, so what's happening first?"

"We undress of course, and I'm hoping neither of you are shy. Because I want you and Preston to undress each other. But I want everyone to keep their underoos on for now."

Drake sticks his hand in his pocket, grabbing a handful of Kate's panties. "Um, but you aren't wearing yours."

Preston swallows, "Sh..she's not?"

Drake pulls the lacy undergarment out of his pocket, "Nope. I took these off of her earlier."

Kate holds her hand out, "I'll take them back now."

He dangles them off his finger and then drops them into her hand. "So who is the lucky guy that gets to put them back on you?"

"The first guy down to his underwear gets to slide mine back on, but here's the catch, the other guy gets to take my dress off of me," Kate says with a grin. 

Preston pushes himself up out of the chair, an amused twinkle in his eye and a smile tugging at his mouth, "So one of us gets to touch you from the top down, while the other gets to touch you from the bottom up? I like how you play games K. Fun for everybody."

Drake steps forward to place his hand on Preston's arm, "Curb your enthusiasm there, cowboy."

Preston shakes his arm out of Drake's grasp. "If you're gonna get grabby then help me out of my clothes, D."

Drake turns to face Preston, staring him down as he untucked his dress shirt. The olive that Kate threw at him earlier falls out and bounces off Preston's foot. He looks down, "Is that an olive?"

"Don't ask," Drake mutters, undoing the buttons on the cuff of his sleeve, "I'm gonna help you out here, since you're dressed a lot more casually than I am."

Preston laughs, grabbing Drake by the sleeve to stop him from undressing further, "Hey, stop cheating. I'm supposed to do that for you."

Drake looks down at Preston's simple t-shirt and dress pants, and sees that he isn't wearing a belt. Damn, I want to be the one putting her panties on. Maybe if I take my time he'll get me down to my underwear first. Shit, that means he gets to touch her first. Damn you Kate. You're determined to piss me off with these party games.

Kate twirls her panties around her finger, "Come on you two, get with the baring of skin already. Don't make me take this dress off myself."

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Drake mutters, as he undoes the button on Preston's dress pants and then plucks at the fabric of his shirt to untuck it.

"Watch it there, D... I'm ticklish," Preston smirks as he works on the last two buttons of Drake's shirt. 

"Shut up, Preston," Drake grumbles, as he hears Kate giggle. 

"I didn't know watching two guys undress could be so entertaining. Keep going."

Preston undoes Drake's belt and dress pants next, staring him in the eye as he pulls down the zipper. "Lemme guess, your underwear are black too."

With a frown, Drake brushes Preston's hands aside. "Hands up, Meathead. I'm gonna pull up your shirt."

Preston's protest is muffled by Drake's yanking of his shirt up toward his head.  "Hey, the name calling isn't necessary. And ouch, you pinched me."

Drake makes sure to mess up Preston's hair as he tugs the shirt off of him and tosses it aside. 

"Hah, you're just jealous of my hair," Preston laughs as he brushes his back into place with his fingers.

Drake barks back, "Hardly, and your mustache looks ridiculous."

Preston shrugs, "Whatever you say, babyface."

"Hey! I'm fully capable of growing whatever beard I want. I just chose to shave before my date, and get a haircut. I..I wanted to look good for Kate," Drake argues, catching his wife's eye briefly, and then squaring off in front of his bodyguard again.

"No arguments here, Honey, but you're still overdressed. Preston, be a dear and even the playing field by taking off my husband's shirt. Then you'll see he has no trouble in the hair department."

Preston unbuttons the cuff on Drake's other sleeve and then peels back his shirt, letting it slide down his arms to the floor. Drake places his hands on his hips. The motion, combined with 

the weight of his belt and the phone in his pocket makes his dress pants fall down around his ankles. "Whoops, looks like I'm down to my underwear first."

Preston turns toward Kate, "He did that on purpose."

While Drake steps out of his pants, Kate shrugs and tosses her panties at him. "Here you go."

Drake tucks the edge of the lacy waistband into his mouth, mumbling as he relieves Preston of his pants, shoving them down over his ass. "There..ffinsh the rest of tht yrself."

Slipping Kate's panties over his wrist, Drake steps over to his wife. "Before I hand you off to him, and I'm forced to watch as he strips you naked, I want something first."

Kate licks her lips as he reaches up to cup her face in his hands, tilting her head back. "Oh, and what's that?"

As he leans in for a kiss the firm pressure of his mouth against hers almost hurts, making her whimper. He was determined to remind her that no matter how Preston touched her, he was the most important man in her life. When he finally pulls back, her lips are tingling.

He whispers a soft apology against her cheek when he sees her pained expression, "I'm sorry. Just please promise me something."

"What?" She whispers back, as he leans his forehead against hers, softly stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. 

"Make sure he asks your permission before he touches you anywhere. If he's rough with you in any way I'll never forgive myself." 

Stepping back, he sees her nod. "Okay," she whispers.

Turning away he glares at Preston, "She's all yours, but I'm warning you that I'm watching your every move. If I see your hands treating her with anything but the greatest of respect, I'll break your fingers and then I'll break your face. Understood?"

Preston nods, "Yes, understood. I promise to be as gentle as possible."

"Good. Oh and Preston?"

"Yeah?" He asks, as he steps out of his pants. His heart threatened to burst out of his chest, it was pounding so hard.

"Make sure she enjoys every second of it."

…

Drake's underwear weren't black afterall, they were blue. Preston's were grey. Kate's were black silk and lace. Drake was currently running them through his hands, and occasionally wrapping them around his fist. He watched Preston approach Kate, hoping he'd chicken out, or at least trip and fall on his big mustached face. His feet were big enough, but no such bad luck. Staring at Preston's back, with its broad shoulders and defined muscles made him feel small. Glancing down at the other man's large hands, he felt an ache in his gut over the thought of them being capable of touching Kate with tenderness. The way Kate's eyes traveled over Preston as he smiled at her, made Drake feel sick. He didn't want to watch Preston undress his wife, but at the same time he couldn't look away. He knew the satiny fabric of her dress wouldn't need much encouragement to slide down off of her, and after being tempted all evening by how great she'd looked in it; he was just as eager as Preston to see her naked.

Kate sized up Preston as he stood before her. Physically he wasn't much taller than Drake, barely an inch, but his posture was straighter. He seemed to tower over Kate, and her line of sight was mostly filled by the wall of his chest covered nipple to nipple by a golden mat of curly chest hair. When she looked up, his lip curled upward in a smirk, making his mustache twitch.

"I'm going to touch you Preston, are you okay with that?"

He sucks in a nervous breath and nods, "If it means I get to touch you back, then go right ahead."

Kate tries not to focus on the significant bulge in his underwear as she looks down, but it wasn't easy. She wasn't going to touch him there, not yet. She starts by stroking her fingers slowly up his arms beginning at his wrists. His fingers twitch, and she can't help noticing his chest rising and falling as his rate of breathing increases. 

"If you're affected this badly when I touch your arms, then what's going to happen if I touch you somewhere else?"

 

"I..I..don't know."

The amount of meat on his limbs was slightly more than Drake's but it was definitely more muscle than fat. Kate knew Drake's measurements off by heart because she helped him pick out his suits. If Preston were to put on Drake's clothes by accident, one flex of his muscles would split the seams. 

When Kate's hands make there way up to rest on his shoulders, his hands are still hanging by his sides. She pouts up at him and the desire in his eyes as he gazes back is obvious. 

"What's the matter Preston, don't you want me?" Kate asks, lowering her lashes and then slowly looking up to search his face.

His eyes widen momentarily in surprise at the unexpected seduction she was laying on him, "Is that a trick question?"

"No."

"You're either trying to kill me, or get me killed, asking me something like that."

"Well, answer the question."

Continues here ..>

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I'm Not Over You // Ben Hardy x Reader (Part 4)

A/N: I was on vacay for a while and I had a hard time thinking the plot through but this could work. If you want to be tagged, just ask me uwu

Summary (for the entire series Ofc) : You had always loved Ben ever since you two met in university and became the best of friends. That feeling went out like a candle flame when the two of you parted ways until he re-entered your life...but this time with someone who has already occupied his heart.

Word count: 2148

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Warnings: Mentions of drinking. And some angst, yet again *sigh*

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

Parallel to the nature of the grimace present on your face shrouded by the umbra of the umbrella, the thunderclouds become bleaker and unwelcoming, complimenting the harsh pour of the rain on the city. In your mind, it could just get worse.

You tighten your grasp on the stem of your umbrella, the pressure of your grip making the veins in your wrist visible. To think you were enthused to spill the news to him, only to end up feigning the real one because you couldn't bring yourself to accept what must be.

You know he loves you, he loves you so much. He tells you 24/7. But that love is purely limited to hugs, small arguments, spontaneous fits of laughter, gentle pats on the back and forehead kisses. Compared to the almost spiritual connection he has with his fiancee. You've known and been around him longer than you could remember and yet, you're always several steps behind.

Well how else does platonic love compare to something romantic and sexual?

You stop in your tracks just half way through the wet sidewalk and stare at your reflection on a puddle beneath you. The tears dripping from your cheeks making bigger ripples on the puddle in contrast to the ones made by the rain. You sniffle, wiping your eyes quickly with your sleeve.

You hear a faint ring from your pocket and pull out your phone, seeing Lucy's name flash on the screen. You swipe the answer button and go on walking along the moist pavements.

"Hey Luce!" You blurt to hide the cracks in your voice.

"Y/N! Where are you right now? I just got back from a photoshoot and I want to hang out with you!" She giggles through the line and you keep your eyes ahead.

"Well I'm walking back home-"

"In the rain? You could get sick!"

"Lucy, relax. I'm covered up."

She sighs in relief, chuckling at her little mistake. "Sorry there. But mind if I stop by at your place?"

You don't think twice before answering, feeling the need to have some company. "Of course. Hurry up, I'm almost home." You aren't though, you're a dozen blocks away from your destination but you kind of want her to be there just in time for you to...vent.

You hear an audible slam echo from the line, almost coming off as a car door slammed close. "I'm on the road, I'll see you, Y/N!" You hum in response, your mouth curving slightly to the side. "You too, Lucy. Drive safely."

She bids you adieu for the meantime and you pick up your pace along the streets, careful not to glide recklessly over moist surfaces. The rain is not going to lighten very soon, you're sure of it.

As soon as you step foot into your living room after drying off, you are welcomed by a laid-back version of Lucy seated on the couch with a can of Mountain Dew in hand. You chuckle softly at how mellow she's positioned during such a weather, even more so at her choice of beverage.

"You're late." She shakes her head at you, pretending to be upset.

You shrug out of your coat and drape it over your shoulder, trudging to her and crouching down to hug her. "I am so sorry I left almost too quickly last night though."

She pats your back, letting a 'tsk' slip past her lips. "You are lucky Gwilym was there to accompany me."

"Hmm, he's not mad at Joe and me, is he? " Pulling away, you joke a little to cheer yourself up.

"No," she takes a sip of her can and puts it on the table, "in fact he's furious." This could be a little enlightening, a chat with Lucy to shed a beam of light on your mood. You take a seat next to her and begin your conversation. It's not much except that it's full of what happened at her photoshoot, the promotions she is required to attend, a few people she's had a little beef with and apparently her planned getaway with Rami to France. The topic is almost unilateral but you always take genuine interest in everything she says. Notwithstanding the fact that she constantly groans at the mention of the situations she underwent, you both still take a laugh out of it.

It's Lucy, she's a fascinating person with a fascinating life. You sometimes even wish you had her glam and eye for fashion.

She moves a lock of her blonde hair away from her forehead and looks at you curiosly. "Okay enough about me, what went on with you this week?"

You shrug, in an attempt to recall anything at all. "Not much. New Year's was a blast and last night's party was another thing," you turn your glance to your shoes, a frail smirk ghosting on your lips, eventually turning into a hopeful beam as your acceptance into the medical school flashes in your mind, "and... I got accepted into the medical school I applied for."

Lucy's eyes snap wide open at the news. "Shut up," she grabs you by the shoulders and gapes at you with eyes sparkling like they just found a heap of treasure, "you applied for medical school?" The slight disbelief and utter amazement can never be any clearer in her voice.

You nod happily and without warning, Lucy pulls you in for a tight hug, squealing at your success. "Oh my god, that's amazing! When did you get the letter? Have you told anyone?"

"I was sent an email from the institution this morning and told my parents and Joe about it soon after."

Lucy shifts on the couch, sliding her hands over her lap. "Which medical school though?"

"It's outside the country."

"Have you told Ben? "

With her question still hanging in thin air, you pause for a while before turning your head to her, shaking it slowly.

"Why?"

You stand up and head for the kitchen to grab a glass of water, your action confusing Lucy. "Y/N, are you okay?" She asks and you return on cue with your glass in hand. You let out a soft exhale and descend onto the couch. "I just...dont want to make him worry."

"Worry and Ben aren't exactly two words that mingle well. Solely in the context of a great news such as your acceptance."

"Of course, but I don't know how long I'll be gone." You notice your voice dwindle down to a whisper with the cast of your gaze to the side. The look on your face is deciphered by Lucy who's somehow adept at reading expressions, the blank that is your face making it easier for her.

And she suddenly knows what those furrowed brows mean. "There's something you're not telling me, Y/N. Just say it. I mean...even if you don't say it, I already hinted at it." She slides a hand over yours and you slowly turn to her, your expression becoming mildly stark. Of course she'd have a guess and it's only fair that she knows, she could help you get over it.

Your lips part but quiver as you try to find the right words. "I love him."

Lucy's gentle hold turns into a light squeeze, an indication of her comforting you. Her lips curve into a tender yet sad smile as she draws you in close again.

No matter how hard you're trying to let the tears fall, it just doesn't. It hurts but your tears aren't present to highlight that churning burn. Against all the odds to have them resurface in your eyes, you dip your head onto her shoulder and just squeeze your eyes shut. You mumble languidly on how it was an impulse to lie about your acceptance to Ben after he had broken the news about his engagement to you and soon after you had the thought that he would slowly forget about you once he and Rosy marry, and that your friendship wouldn't matter in the long run. As the decision that it'd be best if you go without him knowing, thinking it would make it easier for you to move on.

Lucy clears your face of your hair strands, staring at this once hidden,broken side of you. "I'm so sorry. I know this might not change a thing but you must tell him. He would never forget you, you're like the first person on his mind when he needs someone to talk to."

"Rosy's his life-"

"Y/N, don't demote yourself to a third party. You're more than what she is in his life," a brief pause from Lucy followed by a heartwarming emphasis, "you're his soulmate."

That word always meant something different to you. It involved a deep,romantic relationship but with how Lucy uttered it, it now means something entirely new. But you can't bring yourself to believe it. It's not a concept that can suture the gaping cut left in you.

With the little emotional strength left in you, you smile, launching at her with another hug as a requital to her presence during a time as this.

"I know it hurts...but- bloody, that's what love does to everyone."

--- (Apparent time skip 👀)

Amidst the hectic schedule your job has burdened you with throughout another week, never once have you faltered in between. You've gotten tons of invites to get-togethers during your weekend from friends yet out of the fear of losing all concentration on your duties, you turned them down politely. The second week of a new year means a new batch of spine-cracking, workload for everyone with jobs.

You're doing all this to save up for med school and it's something you tend to prioritize first and foremost. And regarding med school, you are to leave a month before enrollment to ensure your documents are in tacked and get served first. Since a few days before first semester arrives, enrollees would be lining up from different backgrounds and classes would be heavily filled. You have weeks left before your departure...and still, you haven't told Ben the truth...or talked to him in days, at least. For all you know, he could be on a tour, at a conference, an awards ceremony that you don't know of- certainly not the Oscars since you've been told that it's scheduled on February. He's probably busy enough to have other things in mind.

You discard the distraction and go about your business in your work area, with the intention of letting it purposefully distract you.

Minutes close to your dismissal, one of your co-workers strut in to invite you to have a drink with them. You could do no more than turn her down politely but with regards to the strain you've put yourself in with work, she insists and demands that you don't hesitate.

"But-" You try to protest, only to fail as she cuts you off. "I beg of you. Just for tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yes."

You lightly clap your hands on the desk, springing from your chair with your head lightly tilted to one side. You turn your head to the wall clock on your far left and bob your head. "Do we leave now?"

"Most certainly. Come on!"

You haven't sped out of the building that fast with your colleagues before, not that it's not the first time but it certainly feels like it with how relieved you feel to go out. You needed a distraction from your personal ordeal and you got it, in the form of a night out for a drink.

You hit the pub that's just right across the street for the sake of convenience, half expecting your night to turn out eventful. A light buzz from your pocket stops you halfway into the entrance and slightly indisposed, you fish your phone out from your pocket, holding up your index finger at one of your colleagues to take the message you've received. They stride in ahead of you as you read the message, a little surprised to know Joe's back in London in the favor of Lucy who had asked him to come back. He's asked you out for a dinner with his friend but you tell him you're out for a drink with your colleagues, to which he replies with, "Mind if we join you then?"

And of course, you invite him over. Traipsing through the near rayless place to find your friends, hilariously realizing you're walking to the beat of the music coming from the speakers, you do a double-take at the table to your near left, quickly covering your face and speeding away to continue your search as the sight of Ben with his mates and Rosy ruins the first half of your evening.

What a distraction from a distraction.

[skatoonyfan1234]

The Monster You've Become

PLOT: Callaghan is given a special... 'Sycorax' treatment, by it's very special owner.

SPOILERS FOR SERIES 2 OF BIG HERO 6 THE SERIES.

"Try to remain as still as possible." Liv Amara said to someone on her operating table at Sycorax.

That someone, was former SFIT professor Robert Callaghan, who had once been locked up for his crimes, and, somehow or other, busted out of prison by Liv Amara; hence why he was still in his prison uniform.

She had got him roped into helping her with her special 'project' she was planning, with a promise of being released from prison.

'This,' Robert thought, 'is the most insane way of helping people.' He knew he deserved to be locked up, after what happened to Tadashi, because of him. He knew he didn't want to do it, but he, sadly,  didn't have a choice in the matter. Liv insisted he did it, or she would come after his daughter.

Somehow or other, being in solitary confinement in a maximum-security prison didn't seem that bad to him anymore.

Upon feeling what seemed to be straps wrapped around his wrists and ankles, he knew escaping was out of the question.

"I must be mad." Robert sighed. "What have I gotten myself into?"

"Oh, Robert, You're not mad." Liv said to him, leaning in close to his right ear. "You're just a poor, broken, former shell of a professor, and you're doing this for my own sake. You'll be better, stronger, more than you are right now. You're the perfect experiment."

"And by the way," she added, leaning away from him, "I think orange really suits you." At that, Robert felt a chill crawling up his spine, and up his neck. He glared at Liv Amara, as she went up to a table.

Then, he turned his head away from her, his mind lost in his twisted thoughts.

'What is she doing?! She must be truly psychotic. But what does she mean by 'experiment'? Is she doing this to mock me, and rub it in my misery? Oh, how the mighty Professor Robert Callaghan has fallen.'

He stared down at his restrained arms and legs, and sighed in defeat. 'Great.' Robert muttered to himself. 'So this is what it's like to be a lab rat.'

Liv grinned as she prepared something on a desk. "Perfect."

She walked back to Robert on the operating table, holding out a drill with a special bio-chip, ready to be implanted into his chest, just above his navel. She lifted the bottom of his prison shirt up a little, exposing his navel. She prepared the chip to go into his chest, just above his navel. "You might feel a slight pinch." she said.

"This is stupid." Robert muttered. "I must be mad."

"Don't worry about it." Liv said, aiming the drill to his chest, preparing to press the trigger. "Technically, you're doing me and my company a favour."

Then, she pressed the trigger.

Robert winced as the drill went into his chest, implanting the chip into his body. The chip glowed, exposing the outlines, then, circuit lines coming from it.

Then, to his surprise, he saw his navel seem to vanish, as if it had never existed; the chip taking the place where it had once been.

"What the-?"

He stared at the spot where his navel used to be, jaw hanging.

Liv went up, and pulled his prison shirt down, covering the chip where his navel used to be. "You'll be developing soon, being the perfect lab rat for my purposes." she said to him as she backed away from him.

"I think it would certainly help you;" she added, "being a man who tried to get revenge on Krei for what you thought he did to your daughter. Wouldn't it have been a shame if she was... permanently gone?" she added, grinning smugly at Robert.

At the mention of Abigail being gone forever, Robert suddenly felt his heart start to beat a bit more rapidly. Something seemed to bubble in his blood, his stomach felt like it was aching, and he started breathing heavily.

Suddenly, Robert felt himself swelling up, like a balloon. He felt the pain of his muscles expanding, causing his prison uniform to split and tear.

His toes popped right out the front of his prison shoes, as his feet swelled bigger than their normal size.

"What... what's happening to me?!" Robert gasped, staring up at Liv Amara, as his eyes turned from gray-blue to bright red, the scleras turning a vibrant pale yellow colour.

Liv Amara grinned. "Is it not obvious?" she said. "You're mutating." She started at Robert Callaghan on the operating table. "I can see you're looking a little green around the gills, Callaghan." she said smugly.

Robert looked, and then he saw what she was on about - huge green splotches appeared on his body, and seemed to spread throughout his body, fingers, toes, head and all; mutating his skin pigmentation to the same colour. He gasped, showing his teeth were changing, becoming sharper and longer too.

Despite the fact that his arms and legs were restrained, he groaned, grunted, and screamed; the transformation wasn't painless. His legs, back, chest, hips, and abdomen seemed to expand at a more alarmingly rapid rate, his prison uniform splitting and ripping off of his enlarging body. What remained of his prison shoes exploded right off his feet.

---

After a few minutes or so, the pain subsided.

Liv released the straps, and a huge green being that used to be former SFIT professor Robert Callaghan moved off the table, eventually managing to stand up, all whilst breathing heavily, thankful that the pain was rapidly subsiding.

Robert looked down at his hands. He flexed his fingers, and wriggled his toes. He now looked as huge and as muscular and green as the Incredible Hulk, but with pale grey hair, and a few wrinkles on his face, and a small patch of pale grey chest hair.

A definite increase in muscle across his whole body, and a wider girth, which ultimately made his head look a little small. His hands were now big enough to completely cover his head.

His body was covered in orange rags that used to be his prison uniform. His prison pants had become reduced to orange shorts. With one shake, Robert shook the rags of his prison top off of his huge green body.

'Interesting.' he thought. 'I look real good for my age. Despite the fact that I'm now as green as a cucumber and I've grown at least 15 shirt sizes too big, It's not every day someone like me becomes muscular again.'

His thoughts were rudely interrupted when Liv Amara went up to him. "Impressive." she said. With her height, she only reached his chest. "I think this form really fits you, Robert Callaghan. You're so handsome, just like Orso Knox, my investor for Sycorax."

"Why have you done this to me?" Robert said to her, his voice now an octave deeper, and slightly raspy. "You know I don't want this."

"Technically, you don't have a choice in the matter." Liv said, a smug smirk on her face. "You do know that I also forced Orso Knox, when he was turned back to normal, to keep investing in my company, do you?"

Robert nodded his head.

"I did tell him that I can turn him back into his monster self... any time I wanted to." She said, as she grinned evilly. "Truth be told, I threatened him." Robert quietly gasped. "I threatened him that if he refused to invest in Sycorax, or if he blabbed out to anyone about my true intentions, he'd be turned back into his monster self."

Robert stared at her, jaw hanging. He couldn't think of anything to say, for once.

Now he knew Liv was insane. To mutate him, and other people into monsters was one thing, but threatening innocent lives... was she mad?!

"Yet, you are a more... different case." Liv said to him. "Your fear of losing your daughter again made you fall to insanity, which turned you into this; aka, the monster you've become."

"However, when you show signs of calmness,  you will revert to your human form." She eyed him up and down. "Yet, you don't feel up to reverting back at the moment, due to being overwhelmed by all the negative emotions you feel right now."

"But," she added as she walked away, "it's technically not the first time, since you got put in prison, and never got to see your daughter alive and well. You know, you're kinda cute when you're being desperate." Robert stared at her leave the room, shutting the door behind her.

Suddenly overwhelmed with the reality of his changed body, Robert sits dazed and confused.

He now had the body of a giant Greek god and looked like he possessed Herculean strength. Yet, he knew he didn't deserve it. Especially after what he'd done to Tadashi.

He stroked the sole of his massive foot, his eyes welling up in tears. He let out a quiet sob of anguish, burying his face into one of his now massive hands.

'Oh, Abigail, what have I done to deserve this?'

[creepypasta-stories-4-all]

The Origin of Eyeless Jack

Click… click… click…

Jack continued pressing the button on the remote, idly watching the different channels pop up before changing again. Nothing really came on during the weekends, surprisingly. Nothing but 'Paid Programing' and other TV shows he didn't enjoy. Sighing, the college student rose up from his sofa, making his way to the desk resting against the wall next to his bed. He was already done with homework, finishing most of it in class that day. Unlike his roommate, Jack could get his shit done fast enough to have the rest of the day to himself to do whatever.

He wasn't feeling to play any video games. Didn't really want to drive out anywhere. Swiping his black hoody off his chair, Jack slipped it on and grabbed his dorm keys shoving them in his pocket after closing the door behind him. A nice walk around the campus should do the trick. Fresh air usually calmed him, if not helped him think. Lately he'd been feeling… different. He knew it wasn't his body, or college itself. He didn't have any girlfriends to worry about. He just felt different without any explanation. It gave him a headache he was thinking so hard. Jack rubbed his temples, pushing the door leading outside with his foot. A gust of wind swept across slamming the door behind him.

It was around 6PM, the sky was mixed with both orange and blue. The further the sky grew the darker it got. Curfew, surprisingly, was 12 o'clock Midnight. He never really questioned it vocally, but always wondered why it was so late. Usually curfew was around 8PM where he lived.

"Hi Jack!" The male looked up to see one of the girls in his class. She most likely left class, considering she still had her book bag on her shoulder. Jack half smiled and rose a hand to greet her. It was-- oh, what was her name? Jenny! Jenny Smith.

"Hey Jenny. Just now leaving class?" Jenny smiled and nodded her head, adjusting the strap. "It's pretty late, what made you stay so long?" The girl's smile lost it's brightness for a split second before reviving.

"Oh… Just a study session. We have finals comeing up soon y'know. Best to stay on the ball." She giggled before tucking her hair behind her ear. "What are you doing out here anyway? It's gonna storm tonight." Jack shrugged his shoulders before eyeing the sky, smelling the air for moisture. Yep. It would rain any second.

"Just came out for some fresh air is all. Got done with homework in class 'n stuff. Didn't feel like playing any video games or watching TV. So I came out here." Jenny nodded her head every so often, showing him she was paying attention, and smiled again.

"Hehe, well, you got your air. I gotta go though, I'll see you later!" Before Jack could reply with a goodbye, the girl quickly dashed off past him, following the sidewalk up around the side of the dorms. Jack rose a brow in curiosity, his mind zipping with questions. Only to have it cut off by a drop of rain-- then another, and another.

"Shit." He muttered, running back to the door to get back inside, not wanting to get too soaked in the rain. Another slam of the door rose up behind him. Jack started shaking his fingers through his hair, sending water droplets everywhere while wiping off the rain from his face and jacket. As he made his way back up to his dorm room Jack began fishing through his pockets for his keys, whistling a random tune while he traveled up the two flights of stairs. Listening to his tune echo out in all directions. It was kinda creepy, now that he thought about it… Where WAS everyone? It was too quiet for a Friday evening. There was usually people up and about… maybe lots of students staid behind for tutoring. Maybe some went home for a weekend. Maybe people are already in bed, or in their dorms. Being very… very, quiet.

Jack sighed as he began unlocking the door, shoving his keys back in his pocket after the door closed behind him.

"Yo Greg! You here?" Nothing. No response. Just the sound of rain hitting against windows. "Huh.. guess he's studying too…" That's a first. Jack made his way over to his bed, slumping down to get ready to sleep. He pulled off his hoody, kicked his shoes off, and rolled over to face the wall, not bothering with the covers. He just wanted some sleep. Closing his eyes, Jack slowly began dozing off. The rain practically lulling him to sleep.

"Praise Chernobog, for his bloodstained hands will bring salvation to us all! HE shall bring us closer to our everlasting paradise! HE is our lord and savior! Praise Chernobog! Praise Chernobog!!"

Jack let out a gut wrenching gasp for air, waking in a cold sweat. His eyes darted from one corner to another before rising up from his spot. He panted, feeling his hands tremble from the dream he just had. Jack looked around his room, relieved that his roommate Greg was in his bed. He could tell he was fast asleep from the dreaded snoring that came out of him. He himself was surprised he could sleep through it. Slowly exhaling through his mouth, Jack rose up from his bed, staggering to the mini fridge on the other side of the room. His mind churning questions. What kind of dream WAS that?? Never had he experienced one so… so real. Grabbing a water bottle from the mini fridge, Jack began gulping down the bottle, not caring if he woke up Greg.

Letting out a cold sigh Jack tossed the now empty bottle into the recycling bin, now making his way to the bathroom. He stopped in front of the mirror, hands gripping the sides of the sink as he eyed himself. He was pale, eyes border lining bloodshot. Groaning, he let his head hang low, fighting the urge to vomit. "Man… What the fuck…" He murmured, running his hand across his forehead to wipe away more sweat. That's what I get for playing those survival horror games. He though to himself, slightly smiling as he began brushing off the whole thing. Get it together Jack, it was only a dream. Dreams don't come true. You've just played too much Silent House is all. No big deal. Just go back to sleep, and get some decent rest. "Easier said than done…"

That morning, Jack felt someone shake him awake.

"Dude, Jack, wake up bro, you've GOT to see this." Jack let out a tired, irritated groan from under the covers, slowly pulling them down to see what Greg wanted. The blonde grinned and flashed a photo on his phone in his face. "Guess who got laid last night." It was a picture of some topless girl on his lap, posing for the camera.

"… She looks drunk." Jack muttered sleepily, his hand slowly rubbing the sleepies from his eyes. Greg blew air through his pursed lips, rolling his eyes as he closed his flip phone.

"You're just jealous."

"Bullshit. I'd rather have a life than get some chick pregnant at college."

"Touche good sir, but fuck you, I use protection."

"Whatever…" Jack began pulling his covers back over his head, feeling the weight of his friend rise up off his bed. Good, he could get back to sleep.

"Dude, I had such a weird dream last night." Jack paused when his mind processed the word 'weird dream' and was instantly awake.

"… Really…? Me too… What was it about?" Greg shrugged his shoulders, his fingers flying across the numbers on his cell, forming a text to his girlfriend.

"I had a dream where my grandma blew up like a balloon and started chasing me around with a giant fly-swatter." Jack's fear and anxiety dropped. He turned his head to look at him.

"… What the hell dude." Greg laughed after snapping his cell shut.

"I know right?? Fucking hate that hag. Won't surprise me if she completely dislikes me. I broke so much shit in her house as a kid." Jack rolled his eyes, fully pulling the covers over his head, wanting to get more sleep in. Greg looked over and rose a brow. "You said you had a dream right? You remember it?" Jack laid there in silence, wanting him just to leave already. The blonde furrowed his brow and began nudging Jack's back with his foot. "Come onnn, tell me. I know you're awake."

"… I had a dream about some guy 'preaching'."

"And you say MY dream is weird."

"I never said your dream was weird. But it is."

"Anyways, go on." Greg pulled his knees up, resting his arms on them as he listened. Jack sighed and rose up from his warm salvation of sleep.

"There was this guy preaching about some guy named 'Chernobog'. And that he'd lead everyone to paradise with bloodstained hands. They were dressed in these weird looking robes and wore these weird masks..." Jack looked over to his friend, watching him give a weirded out look.

"… Bro, you've played WAYYY to much Silent House." Jack smiled a little and shrugged his shoulders. Relieved that his friend had said his thoughts the night before.

"What can I say? I love horror games."

Jack spent most of his morning studying for finals, wanting to get school-related things out of the way before he could enjoyed his weekend. Greg left to meet up with his girlfriend, telling Jack he'd be back around 6. It was usually on Sundays when the two sat down together and played one of the many video games that had until it was time for bed. For Jack that is. Sighing, he turned the last page over on his notes packet, memorizing his handwriting slowly. Suddenly, a knock at the door tore him from his studying. Jack turned his head and eyed the door, then rose up from his desk to answer the door. Pulling it open, he was surprised to see Jenny standing in front of the door. "Oh… Hey Jenny." Jenny smiled and waved.

"Hi Jack! What are you doing inside on a Saturday?" Jack looked back to his desk before turning back to the girl.

"I'm getting my studying done early so I can enjoy the rest of the day with relaxation." Jenny nodded her head understandingly and placed her hands on her hips.

"Well, I'm sure you've done enough studying, you should come outside. Everyone's doing something today." Jack mentally sighed in relief. Good, so people WERE here today.

"I'll come out when I'm done. I guess…" Jenny giggled and nodded again.

"Hehe, okay~! See you later!" As just like that, the student was off in a flash. Jack smiled a little before closing the door, making his way back to his desk. He sat down and began rereading the page of notes, keeping everything fresh on his mind.

Then it hit him. How did Jenny know where his dorm room was..? They never really talked to eachother, let alone shared dorm room numbers. It kinda gave him a creepy feeling at first. But then his realist side thought otherwise. Maybe she saw you come into this room once without you noticing. Maybe Greg had told her what room he lived in, and it just so happened that Greg and he shared rooms. Shaking his head in frustration, Jack rubbed his temples.

"You're just overanalyzing everything Jack. No need to fret over pointless stuff.." He said to himself, running his fingers through his hair. Maybe he was done studying for the day. Again, he swiped up his hoody off his chair and slipped it back on, along with his shoes before heading outside. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he felt himself breath another sigh of relief when he saw how many students were up and about. Glad to know he wasn't going crazy.

He watched as some people played ball, tossing either a football or baseball. Girls were huddled in groups outside, talking about lord knows what, not that he cared. He was just happy to see people. Just then, a hand crept over his shoulder. Jack looked back to see it was, none other than Jenny. Again. "O-oh, hey Jenny." The girl smiled.

"Hehe you're outside of that dark room! Took my advice to come out eh?" Jack smiled nervously, giving a nod or two. "You should hang out with me and my friends. We're gonna go for a walk in the woods." Jack rose a questioning brow.

"For what?" Jenny laughed.

"We're just hanging out at our place. Come on, don't be a wuss." Jack felt a little hesitant at first, but he slowly came around and agreed to follow. Jenny grabbed him by the hand and began tugging him along, making sure he was close. "Hurray! Off to the Cave!"

"The Cave?" Jack asked, watching the forrest grow bigger with every step.

"Our hangout silly! Sarah found it at the beginning of the year, so we decided to make it a hangout area for us."

"Us?" Jack asked again, looking back over his shoulder watching the school slowly get consumed by trees.

"Me, Sarah, Bobby, Fred, and Luna. You ask a lot of questions." Jack couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh.

"Sorry, I don't mean to. I've been having a rough weekend is all." Jenny looked back at him and smiled.

"It's okay! We all have our days."

As minutes passed, the two walked around what seemed like an invisible path that only Jenny could see. Jack couldn't help but begin to worry. He was about to open his mouth to ask another question, until the girl released his hand, punching her fists in the air. "We're here~!" She sang, running ahead of the boy. Jack looked up to see a rather large cave next to a babbling brook. He watched as two girls and boys appeared from inside it, greeting Jenny happily-- until they saw Jack. Their smiles faded and they began leaning in to Jenny, whispering while keeping their eye on him. Jack felt a little nervous, feeling as if he shouldn't be there at all and that he should be back at his dorm room playing Silent House. But, Jenny looked back as well, gesturing him to come forwards like it was okay. The brunette took a deep breath before making his way over, eyeing over everyone but Jenny. All of them still didn't look pleased, despite their forced smiles.

"Uhh… hey." Jack rose a hand giving a wave. Sarah eyed him over before crossing her arms.

"Hi." She said bluntly.

"Hey." Said Bobby and Luna.

"Sup?" Fred smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"What's he doing here Jen? I thought it was just going to be you." Jenny rolled her eyes at Sarah's statement and wrapped an arm around Jack, her free hand patting him on the chest.

"I thought it would be cool if you guys met Jack. He's a really cool guy, honest!" Luna and Bobby looked at one another while Fred nodded.

"I've heard about him. Straight A student, smart kid." Fred walked over to Jack and began leading him inside the cave, rambling on about what kind of video games he liked. Leaving the group outside. Sarah shot daggers towards Jenny. Jenny gave a stink eye back.

"What the Hell do you think you're doing Jen?? You can't let outsiders into--"

"He's not going to find anything out. Be nice for a change, Sarah." Sarah glared, then grumbled under her breath, following after Fred. Luna and Bobby looked at one another before going in as well.

The group settled inside, everyone huddled around a fire in a circle. Jack sat in between Jenny and Fred while the others completed their small circle. Jack felt uncomfortable, especially with Sarah giving dirty looks every so often. But surprisingly, the evening wasn't all too bad. Everyone got to know a bit more about him, asking questions and talking about what they enjoyed doing, talking about school and exams. Jack looked around the cave as they spoke. It was cool inside. They had tables and desks, places where they set up books. They even had a compartment for food. It really was like a place to hang out. I guess I worried about nothing. Jack thought, smiling at the comment Fred made. There was a sudden clap of thunder from the distance, causing the group to look up at the entrance of the cave.

"ANOTHER storm??" Sarah complained, rising up with a book bag over her shoulder. "I'm leaving, last thing I want to do is get caught in the storm. Bye." Sarah turned on heel and ran over to her bike resting up against a tree, and rode off back to the school. Luna and Bobby both rose up together.

"We don't want to get wet either… We'll catch you guys later, okay?" Luna said, smiling over at Jack and the others. The duo both pulled their book bags up off the ground, running off to try and beat the storm. Fred didn't move.

"I'm gonna stay here for a bit, there's some things I need to get back here. You guys can go on ahead if you want." Jack looked to Jenny before getting up off the stool.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go back too. Greg is probably back and might be wondering where I am." Jenny smiled up at him and nodded.

"Okay! I'm gonna help Fred, just follow the same path back to the school. I'll see you later, Jack." Jack smiled and waved goodbye to the two, he too making his way out of the cave and into the forrest. It shouldn't be too hard to get back, if he followed Luna and Bobby from afar.

An hour passed. Jack began unlocking his dorm door with his keys, opening up the door to find Greg on his laptop on the sofa. Greg looked up and smiled.

"Yo Jack. Where've you been?" He asked, surprised that Jack had stepped out altogether.

"I was invited to come look at some 'secret base' in the forrest behind the school." He replied, closing the door behind him while he began kicking off his shoes. Greg rose a brow closing his laptop.

"Oh really? Invited by who?"

"You know that Jenny girl in our first period class?" Greg's smile slowly faded.

"Dude, she's weird…" Jack furrowed his brow in confusion.

"What do you mean she's weird? Weird like how?" Greg looked away nervously before answering.

"You know what kind of shit she reads? She has like, books upon books about these freaky-ass cults. I shit you not." Jack rolled his eyes before walking over to his dresser. "Dude, I'm serious! You probably shouldn't hang out with her. People who read that stuff are messed up in the head."

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Jack replied, rummaging around through his clothes. "I'm gonna take a shower. We have another storm coming." Greg blinked and looked back at their window.

"Aww man, really? I was going to go out with Gabby tonight…" He moaned sadly, watching the clouds churn into a deep grey. Jack chuckled at his friend before going into the shower.

"Jack. Jack wake up! Wake up Jack!" Jack felt Greg shake him, groaning in anger.

"Uuugh what?? What is it??" He asked, looking up at a nervous Greg. Greg looked over to the window.

"Dude, someone's out in the forrest lighting fires." Jack rubbed his eye with his palm.

"Do what?"

"Someone, is outside, lighting fires. Look!" Greg pulled him out of his bed and pointed out towards the forrest. Jack sighed, still rubbing his eyes before looking out the window. To his surprise, there was a fire lit. But it was far back into the woods. Almost around the area where Jenny's 'select base' was.

"Well I'll be damned… There is a fire." He muttered, noticing that the storm had stopped. "What time is it?"

"2AM."

"We should go check it out. That looks like it's where their little hideout is." Greg gave Jack a freaked out look of 'you're out of your fucking mind'. "What?? I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation why someone's out there lighting fires."

"Yeah, for cults." Jack shot him a look.

"Dude get over yourself. There is NO cult."

"I call bullshit. I'm not going." Jack smirked.

"You chicken?" He asked, watching Greg get flustered.

"Dude, seriously, don't go. Last thing you want is getting in trouble…" Jack rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, I'm going to check it out. If there's anything wrong, I'll report it to the headmaster." Jack changed out of his pajamas, dressing in jeans, a blue t-shirt along with his black hoody and shoes. Pulling out their emergency flashlight from the desk drawer, Jack walked over to the door. "I'll see you in a bit." He called out, watching Greg shake his head.

"Curiosity killed the cat man, killed the cat!" He called back, watching the door close.

Jack pulled his hood up over his head and began making his way down the stairs. It was probably just Jenny and her friends hanging out at their spot late at night. I mean, loads of people do that, right? The second he walked outside, Jack felt the air shift from normal to damp and chilly. He began making his way towards the forrest, using the flashlight as much as he could to follow the path Jenny led him down the previous day. Jack started growing nervous, listening to the sounds of life of night in the forrest. Easy now Jack, there's absolutely nothing that can hurt you in this forrest. Nothing.

Minutes passed as Jack finally began getting closer to the cave Jenny showed him before. He could see the dim light from afar, and talking. Loud talking, but it didn't sound like Jenny or Bobby, or anyone else from their group. The closer he got, the clearer the voice. Turning off his flashlight, Jack peeked around a tree. What he saw shook him to his core. There, standing outside of the cave was a group of robed people. Judging by their height, they were students. Both male and female. They all wore black robes and blue mouthless masks with big eyeless holes. One of them began stepping up to a podium. He rose his hands up in the air.

"Thank you, my brothers and sisters for joining me this night of nights. Tonight is the night when we summon our lord and savior, Chernobog!" The group below him cried and called out things like 'Praise Chernobog!' and 'All hail Chernobog!'. "Tonight is the night, when Chernobog will choose his sacrifice! The one who will lead us to paradise and free us from this Hell!" The group of students began cheering, chanting the name of 'Chernobog'.

Jack shook his head in disbelief, slowly backing up from the tree he hid behind.

"Oh my god… there really IS a cult!" He murmured. Jack turned to run back to the school, only to be stopped by Jenny, who was standing there the whole time. "J-Jenny! Thank god you're here!" Jack ran over to her. "Th-there's this cult thing, w-we got to go tell someone!" Jenny smiled.

"Cult? There is no cult, Jack. You're just overreacting." She chuckled, suddenly feeling Jack shake her by the arms.

"NO! Listen to me! We need to get out of--" Jack's words were cut off from a rock against his head. His eyes fluttered slightly, stumbling back before collapsing on the ground with a thud. Blurry figures began circling around him as he watched Jenny smile down at him. Then everything went black.

Jack awoke from a bucket of cold water being dumped over his head, blood trickling down the side of his head onto his ear and side of his face. He winced, feeling his head throb in pain. The second he remembered the last thing he saw, he gasped, looking up to see that he was sitting in front of everyone. His arms were held firmly behind his back. The leader of the cult walked up in front of him and smiled under the mask.

"Chernobog has found his sacrifice! Hail Chernobog!" He called, listening as the group repeated the phrase. Jack attempted to struggle, the pain of his head fighting against him. "You shall become one of Chernobog's sons, the chosen one to live upon this wretched world and do his bidding." The group cried the phrase once more. Jack shook his head as fast as he could.

"N-no… No! All of you are crazy! Let me go!!" He yelled, letting out a yelp of pain from his arms being twisted. The leader laughed, turning to the group behind him.

"Come! My brothers and sisters, help me change this nonbeliever into the son of Chernobog!" The group chanted the phrase, stepping closer to form a large circle around them. "Praise Chernobog, for his bloodstained hands will bring salvation to us all! HE shall bring us closer to our everlasting paradise! HE is our lord and savior! Praise Chernobog! Praise Chernobog!!" He cried once more. Jack listened as the group began chanting in a different language, he felt his heart beat grow faster, watching one of the group members walk before them with a tray of tools and other queer objects. The person pulled their mask off, revealing it to be Jenny. She smiled taking a spoon from the tray.

"Isn't this great Jack? The great lord Chernobog has chosen you to be his son!" Jack shook his head, tears flooding his eyes. "I never knew you'd be the one."

"No! Jenny no! Please, please don't do this!" He begged, watching her stop in front of him. She giggled placing her hand on his forehead.

"All hail lord Chernobog~."

The girl then stabbed the spoon in his left eye, ignoring the cries of pain Jack let out. He squirmed and struggled agains the two who held him down feeling his eye being gorged out from it's socket. "Hold still Jack! You'll make me kill you." Jenny said with complete calmness as she began working on his other eye, watching blood spirt and trickle down his face, still ignoring his cries and pleas. The leader stepped in, holding a bowl of black hot ooze in his hands.

"Behold, the sight of Chernobog!" He called, watching Jenny hold his head still and began pouring the tar-like liquid inside his eye sockets. Jack let out a bloodcurdling scream of pain, feeling the substance overflow and trickle down his eyelids. Placing his hand on Jack's forehead, the leader began chanting the same language as the others, watching as Jack's body become limp and lifeless. He watched as Jenny held a book open to a passage of a different language.

Rise great lord Chernobog

Rise and take vessel of the sacrifice we give you

Give yourself to this vessel

Be one with this vessel

Rise great lord Chernobog

Rise

Rise

Rise

Rise

Panting heavily, Jack rose up from the now dead body of Bobby, yanking off the mask he wore like the others. Standing up, he looked over the massacre he created. Every single person was dead. Masks torn off, throats slashed, guts cut open, eyes gouged out. His hood and pants stained with blood. Scalpel in hand, Jack turned to the last living person. Jenny, border lining death, watched as he stepped above her. His skin had turned black, teeth sharpened to a point, nails long and sharp. He wasn't human anymore. She smiled, blood leaking from her mouth as she spoke.

"R-release me… into ever..lasting… paradi..se…." Jack growled low, teeth showing.

"You don't deserve paradise… none of you do…" He knelt down, swiping the mask from the ground. "Burn in Hell. ALL, of you." Jenny watched as he pulled the mask on, the black substance trickling down onto the mask from his eyes. She grabbed ahold of his ankle weakly, begging to be released to paradise. Only to have him pull away from her before walking off into the shadows. She cried, tears rolling down her face as she called out to him until her last breath.

This just in! A group of students have been slaughtered at West Point College. Autopsy reveals everyone's kidneys have been removed for reasons unknown. Many believe it has to do with a supposed cultist act at the school. Student Jack Nichols has been reported missing. More tonight at 9.