#commander voice SOMEONES gotta keep the body from getting killed and it's not gonna be our beloved idiot host

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omg the plural fox fic looks so cool!! Show/tell us more?

thank you!! the working title for the fic is system of a fox because I thought it was funny even though I don't listen to system of a down. the premise is that Commander decides enough is enough and goes to the Jedi Temple to get them help. this ends up revealing Palpatine as a Sith because oops! force lightning and also the Jedi can sense the darkness lingering in the system's mind from all of Palpatine's fuckery

the two headmates I headcanon Fox to have are Tens (it/its) and Commander (he/him). Fox is the host and fronts most often. Tens fronts to deal with authority figures and Kaminoans. Commander fronts when things are Very Bad, because he doesn't feel fear and he has less qualms about brutality and doing what needs to get done. Fox also does the things Tens and Commander do, but they take over when he is having a Bad Time and therefore can't do those things, or at least can't do them well - they keep the system from getting decommissioned or reconditioned for being "defective" because, you know. just clones things 👍

Tens also somewhat protects the system from mind fuckery because it locks away emotions and thoughts that aren't immediately necessary or helpful. if you're a Force user trying to get into their mind when Tens is in front, it's kind of like being faced with a smooth and near-impenetrable marble wall. Tens fronts least often and doesn't stay in front for long once its job (dealing with authority figures who want to hurt them) is done

bonus snippet from the fic under the cut :]

“I’m seeking medical assistance,” Commander replies.  “And is your own medbay not enough?” “Not for this,” he answers honestly. “We’re understocked. And...” Fox’s instincts, ingrained in the body as they are, are yelling at him to stop. He ignores them. “This was an injury caused by the Force. My medics wouldn’t know how to treat it.” It’s an educated guess. He’s only working off the memories of Tens’s memories right now, but he’s overheard stories from clones on the frontlines about the Sith and the lightning they shoot from their hands and the feeling of distinct wrongness that they exude. The conclusion, once he’s looking for it, isn’t hard to come by. “I also have intel about a possible Sith within the Senate,” he adds, because fuck it. He hasn’t come all this way just to get told no. The Temple Guards go very still and then exchange a look.

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Holy Hell! Don’t leave us on a cliffhanger please?!

How did the 141 boys react when they got the call that she had been shot? How did they catch the guy who did it? And what are they going to do to him? 😈

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disclaimer: because they are what they are (highly trained assassins 🫣), heavy mentions of stabbings and beatings, proceed with caution lmfao ‼️ rushed/ooc

"we can go all night, when you give out from exhaustion and pain. when you're begging us to kill you, when you're cryin to end your life, we're gonna be here" pulling off the bag from his face, ghost examined his features. the man winced and grimaced, gasping a little as the light flooded his vision and finally looking at his captor. standing tall at 6'4, bigger than most men ghost was certainly not someone to be trifled with. his brown eyes hardened behind his skull balaclava, twirled a knife expertly between his fingers

ghost had no sympathy for the person in front of him, he had been hunting you down for days and very nearly coming close in succeeding in his given task. all he could remember is what soap had said,"one centimeter over and it would've torn right through her heart" and it only served to further anger him when he knew you didn't have any bad intentions at all, you weren't there to hurt anyone. you only thought it was an innocent date and you have paid the price for it at a grave cost. the thought of losing you tonight only fuelled his anger, his jaw clenched tightly as his eyes remained on the man

rules were rules, threatening the 141 was punishable by death. and simon had never been so glad for it

"listen i'm sorry man, i didn't know" the man tried to justify to which ghost scoffed, cold brown eyes glancing at the sharp array of weapons on the table opposite.

"choose a better excuse, that one is overused" his chest vibrates with dark chuckles and it causes the tension in the air to suffocate, this wasn't an amused laugh. this had brought on fear and pain and ghost hadn't even inflicted anything yet. still the man's determined attitude hadn't wavered, much to simon's displeasure.

"fuck you" the man hissed and then cried out in pain when a whip slapped his abdomen, undoubtedly leaving a trail of blood in its wake. his head was yanked back as ghost grabbed a fistful of hair, his face in close proximity of the other

"listen close you bastard, i've dealt with my fair share of bloody narcissists. but you hurt y/n, you shot her. so take your bloody time i'll get what i want from you, one way or another" ghost snarled, the tip of his sharpened knife trailing down her neck circling around the man's abdomen. he screamed when the knife was twisted into the first layer of skin, gaping down to where the blood was beginning to pool on his lap.

"now all you gotta do is give me a name. and this stops right here. but if not..." ghost pushed the knife a little more deeper into the body, grinning under his mask when the man whimpered trying so hard to not scream. to try keep his composture not wanting to bring any satisfaction to the enemy

but hell, it was hanging by a small thread at this point.

"any progress?" a deeper, gravelly voice cuts in and both heads look towards the door. the man lets a small gasp as the rest of the team pile into the room. it was as if they commanded respect, demanded to be listened to. their muscles straining against their shirt, scars littering their bodies proof of the business they were, of the lives they led

"he's stubborn" ghost stops, wiping the few drops of blood from his mask. he was getting rather irritated, wanting to be at the hospital with you but forced to take care of this problem.

"he's looking worse for the wear" soap chuckled but there was no humour in his voice. all he could think about was how fragile you looked after being shot and it made him want to tear into the man but gaz and ghost would hold him back, they already were eyeing him carefully. still it was rather amusing how many people tried to kill them and yet they always seemed to be on the receiving end of the blade.

"why not kill 'im, the poor bastard" soap scoffed with sarcasm, looking at the man with pure anger, his fists clenching as he sized the man up. desperately wanting to be the one to plunge the knife so deep into his heart and watch the life fade away from his eyes. just as he had done with you

"as convenient as that sounds, we'll never end up getting our information if he's dead" gaz leans back on the table, looking at the purple and blue blotches on the man's skin. the way his hair was matted down with blood and sweat, how he looked on the verge of passing out at any given moment. they'd bring him back alive though, none of their enemies ever did have a quick painless death here. ghost had a knack for making his prisoners suffer until they physically and mentally couldn't take anymore, testing each and every brutal limit in their weak bodies. it was only a matter of time until he spilled the dark secret.

but time was not on their side.

"y-you bastards, go to hell" his voice fluctuated angrily as he tried to keep his heartbeat normal, to keep those nerves at bay. to remember his training as a soldier but these men were different, for every step he took they already knew about. he was at their mercy this time.

placing a hand deep within his pocket, the captain of the team entered the room a pensive look painted upon his features. he shifted his bucket hat, looking down at their little victim tied up to the chair as his head tilted a little.

"we're all tired from your little reign of heroism, thinking you're doing well by serving your country and your organisation. for now, you'd do well to remember we're the ones who determine whether you walk out of this building alive. i suggest you start by giving us some answers. you see, myself..." price grabbed the knife from ghost's hand in a quick flash and plunged it straight into the muscle of the man's thigh, completely unfazed at his screams and the splatter of blood coating his cargos

"well, i am not a particularly patient man"

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Hype Train!

F! Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 7~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, YANDERE, pet names (pretty, pretty girl,good girl, ), private jet ride(it’s a fantasy world let’s pretend it’s not killing the planet faster XC), exhibitionism, smut, P in V, NSFW, livestream sex, sex in front of others, teasing, cock keep away(lol i cannot remember what that’s called i’ll edit later XD)

“Mroooooooow”

“it’s okay, pretty baby! It’s just a short trip, Jasper said so!” You coo at Opal, knowing it’s not gonna stop her from howling the whole way there.

She doesn’t even like car trips, you hate to have to put her through a wholeass plane ride.

Uhg.

You hope her poor little ears don’t pop.

“Hey Jasper, can we stop at the emergency vet before we go back to your place? I just wanna get Opal some pain meds if possible.”

“Our place, y’mean. And ‘f course, pretty.” He pulls your hand not going toward tsa.

“H-hey Jasper, tsa is that way…” you point.

“We’ll be headin’ that way ina sec…” He knocks on a door you didn’t even notice.

“Jasper? isn’t that like a maintenance door or something?”

He laughs, “Yeah, pretty, it is.”

someone answers only a second later, Jasper holds up his ID.

You look quizzically.

The man then checks something off on his tablet, takes your bags, and ushers you both to tsa.

He guides you to the front of the line, “Jasper???” You whisper.

“Yes, pretty girl?” His smirk is too much and you roll your eyes.

“What is all this, there was a line.”

“Yeah. Don’t gotta wait when you have your own jet.”

“WHAT?!” Everyone looks at you a little annoyed, mostly just confused until they look back at their phones. “Jasper, you didn’t mention you had a JET. How??? do you even??? What is your JOB again?”

“Streamer,” He grins, looking back at you as if it’s nothing.

“Streamers don’t ever make that much money Jasper!” you try and keep your voice down, and you end up hissing.

“MROOOOOOOOWWWWWW” Opal yowls again.

Jasper sticks his fingertip in her carrier and scritches her chin, smiling to himself.

“…”

Your jaw drops.

“Ya like it, pretty?” he leans in close you your ear. It probably would have turned you on, if you weren’t so flabbergasted.

“Why is there a fucking bed. ON A PLANE?”

“Why not? Can’t ya think of a few reasons to have one? hmm~” His teasing is both infuriating and so, so hot.

Maybe it’s more hot because it’s so infuriating?

“Jasper. this is ridiculous.” If your sharp glare could cut right through him, it would be slicing through the plane itself.

“Is it?” He drops his one bag nonchalantly onto a chair, before plopping himself onto the center couch. He stretches out like a satisfied cat.

You look for a safe place to put Opal for the ride, opting for the other chair.

His hungry eyes follow you as your back is turned, the way you bend slightly, your skirt moves forward, giving him a perfect view of your little panties.

Youre probably looking for a seatbelt.

Fretting this way and that to make sure your precious little kitty will be safe.

He can’t help grinning.

Your hands are on your hips now.

Now you stomp your foot slightly at there being no seat belt.

“She’ll be fine, pretty. Now come sit”

When you turn, the couch looks a lot smaller than it did initially…

He’s right in the middle.

You go to squeeze next to him.

“nuh uh, pretty~ righ’ here.” He pats his lap.

You swallow. “Jasper, are you even real?”

He cant help the bellowing laugh leaving his chest, “‘f course, pretty, need me t’pinch ya?” he teases.

“Maybe…”

“I can think of other ways to prove i’m real~”

His hand finds yours and pulls you over top of him.

Your knees find purchase on either side of his spread legs.

“I’m s’glad you thought ahead, pretty~” He fluffs your skirt. “Now sit.” Everytime he commands you to do something your body shudders, and obeys without hesitation.

His tented trousers poke your sensitive place instantly.

You start grinding forgetting this whole situation at the same time.

“Jasper,”

“Yes, pretty~?”

“Please don’t ever wake me.” It comes out a desperate plea.

His face says he was expecting something else, but changes to a much softer expression. He pulls you into a tight embrace.

You both sit there in each others arms for a minute.

The moment isn’t ruined, but the mood does change when his dick twitches against his jeans.

You think that must be painful…

You reach down to free him, and he gently swats your hand.

“Not yet~ Wait until the run way’s clear.”

“Jasperrrrrr” You whine and wiggle your hips.

“S’impatient~” His fingers trace your jaw. “You want my cock that bad, pretty~”

You nod, “Yes!”

You hear footfalls, and a couple bags thumping.

You spin so fast, and try to stand, but Jasper grabs your sides to hold you in his lap.

“Hey Jazzy,” You hear a voice that sounds just like his, and when you look over at them as best you can… They look exactly the same. Aside from faintly glowing eyes.

“Huh??” You spin the other way as far as you can.

“Hai there, Y/N!!” An adorable sort of looking guy speaks. He looks younger than you, but you really aren’t sure.

“Jasper” You hiss out a whisper.

“These are my dearest friends, pretty. Dev.in and Issac.”

Issac waves cutely, before looking into Opal’s carrier…

“H-hey!” You wiggle against Jasper’s grasp.

He holds firm. “Relax, pretty. Issac’s like a cat and dog whisperer rr some shit.”

True enough, Issac takes Opal out and holds her over his shoulder. She’s purring and her whining has completely stopped.

He sits in her previous spot.

Dev.in takes the other seat, dropping Jaspers bag onto the floor next to theirs.

“Jasper, I thought we were gonna…”

“We still are, pretty girl, don’t worry.”

“B-b-but!”

“Do ya not want to now that m’friends are here?”

It might be kinda hot…

You look behind you at both of them… Then to an open laptop directly behind you on the table… It’s recording, and it’s got a perfect view of your covered ass and Jaspers legs underneath you.

“A-and that?”

“We’re streamers, pretty, why don’ we show e’ryone what we were really up to…”

His dick twitches again.

You gulp.

Your hands shake as you reach for his zipper…

He doesn’t stop you this time.

You fall forward, your chest slamming into his face as the plane starts to move.

He laughs, “Ops, sorry, I’ll hold ya better,”

His grip does tighten with one hand… The other let’s go in favor of unbuttoning your top.

“mm,” You let out a quiet whimper.

“Lemme have at these, pretty,”

“‘kayyy,” You salivate looking at that huge dick of his, with that blushy pink tip and that delicious feeling piercing…

You rise up, as you do he lifts your skirt with one hand.

“Jas!-”

He holds the base of his member, angling it toward you. “C’mon pretty, sit on this cock like the good girl y’are.”

You lower yourself enough for that piercing to tease your slit. “Ah!” The contact from the hot thing, makes you whine.

“that’s m’ girl, tease yourself on my cock,” he holds it steady as you rock your hips hovering just enough over it to make you crazy.

It feels magnetic, the way it just finds your quim everytime and threatens to breach your entrance.

Your hips rotate, “mmf!” His piecing flicks your clit, “Ahh!!” then you move to where it’s just about to enter you again.

“Ja-AH!” as you whine again, he grabs your tit roughly. “J-Jasper!”

You feel the plane pick up speed, and you grab Jasper’s shoulders.

You sink down enough to take his tip, and then rise back up.

“Mmm! ah!” your breathing picks up, the teasing you’re putting yourself through is driving you mad. Your belly is burning up.

The plane lifts into the air, both your stomach and your body drop, taking him in one swift motion.

Jasper still holds your skirt up, and uses his other hand to slap against your bum.

Your back arches deeper. “Ahmmm!” You’re already feeling dumb.

The way your stomach sunk as the plane takes off and his dick filled you at the same time to meet in the middle, in some heavenly clash… Your insides twitch and your head falls back in ecstasy.

He slaps your ass again, and takes your tit into his mouth.

“Ahhhhh!!! Jas-perrrrr!” his tongue flicks your nipple, “AHH!!”

you grind harder into his lap, your stomach still sinking as the plane gets higher into the air, while your filled past the brim with his huge length.

“Ffffffuck, Jas” You don’t want to think anymore at all.

“Awww, m’girl’s already cockdrunk,”

You nod and cling to his chest, your head falls onto his shoulder.

He moves both his hands up your warming ass, and pulls your skirt further up under his hands as he grips your hips.

He slowly lifts you up, making a show of how long he is, and how you took every inch.

He teases your cunt by rolling his hips, just barely pushing back into you before pulling back out.

You’re squinting, “aaaaah mmm…”you grip him tighter.

He kisses your neck, “such a perfect girl, an’all mine”

“a-all y-yours,” you mimic.

He presses up into you, “Mmm!!!” leaving just an inch out of your tender pussy, before falling back down, “Ahh! J-Jasper, p-please just f-fuck me!”

“Aww, she managed ta get a whole sentence out, should we reward her?” He agonizingly and slowly raises his hips up maybe half way, you wiggle your hips, silently begging to be filled.

He lets his hips fall and you feel like crying, “J-jaaaassperrrr” your lip pouts.

Dev.in speaks up, reminding you of their presence along with Issac’s. You don’t care enough to try and look at them, you just hold Jasper and pray he has mercy on you. “The viewers voted to make her wait until she begs for it.”

“M’sorry, pretty girl, you heard them though…”

“Noooooooo….” You struggle, moving this way and that, “Jas!!! wan it so baaddd” you slur.

“Awww, you’re not gon’ take pity on my poor girl?”

“They wanna hear her cry.” They say coldly.

“B-but I want it so b-bad already!”

He pushes you down a little, and then lifts you back up, “Unnnnnggg! Deeper!! Please!! D-deeper!!!”

He does that again, and again, with your head lolling around, your babble incoherently.

“Sounds like she’s beggin’ guys,” He thrusts up fast, but stops so painfully short of filling you and pulls back out again!

“Just! UHG! Fuck me!!! please!” You’re so frustrated you yell at him and punch his back.

“What was that??” He does it AGAIN.

“URRRHGG!!!! JASPER!!! Pleaseee!!!!” You lose your gusto halfway through the plea, and tears are rolling off your pretty cheeks as you start to sob.

“There she goes, can I give her what she wants now?”

“Yes.” They speak for the cruel viewers.

The second that yes travels through the air, Jasper is raising his hips and slapping against you rapidly, filling you and fucking you relentlessly.

“Y-Yess!! Oh my— YES!!! Harder Jasper! Please! Fuck me harder!!!” You hold onto him for dear life, using your legs as hard as you can trying to match his thrusts while he tries to hold you still.

“Oh my fffffuck!!!” The slapping is so loud in your ears, it’s like music that you’re singing along to as you bounce with the beat.

Your ass burns as he beats your quim up with his cock.

The piercing feels like it’s fucking your cervix open for him.

There’s so much pressure!

You cum around him. “Oh! fffuck!!” your body shakes wildly for the camera. This high practically shatters reality, you don’t even remember where you are, or who’s with you other than Jasper and his safe, warm lap.

“Fffuck, pretty, you’re givin’me more?” he holds you higher so not even his tip is fully in you. He slams his hips up into you then slowly pulls out, “Isn’t my girl th’best?”

“Jas—!!” Slam! he snaps upward, “Ah!! —perrrr!!!”

You cum again as he hits deeper than ever before. It’s so close to the last one, your body never stopped shaking.

As you twitch around him he finishes deep inside you. It splashes so perfectly inside you, you don’t want him to pull out.

But he does, letting your combined cum leak out around him for the camera.

He gently pats your buttcheek, “alright pretty, lean real far forward for me,”

You do what he said, “like this?”

“Jus’ li’ that. Such a good girl f’me”

You feel him pull your pussy lips apart, and the cum leaks out slow and almost steadily.

“mmmm” you wiggle and flex your hole, pushing out more.

He tweaks your clit, “Good girl~”

Your body jumps.

“I love you pretty, pretty girl”

“I love you s’much Jasper”

[endataraxia]

sage forest mental institution.

chapter 3. in which you magically get unfucked. word count: 2.4k note: changed Reader's name to Y/N. doesn't hit the same lol.

So there you were, in the midst of four men. One behind a metal door holding you in place, one about to lunge for your neck, another who was encouraging the second one, and a fourth one whom you knew would do nothing to stop it.

The whirring of a machine.

“Stop,” a voice commanded, and all five of you turned to look at its source.

There stood—no, floated a man? Boy? His age was ambiguous and he seemed to be an apparition, because no way in hell was normal matter floating in the air. You could also practically see the camera behind him. (Did he pop out of the camera?)

Your first thought was, why is a Link cosplayer hovering in the air, and your second was, why is Link bleeding from his eyes?

“I just got ahold of Slender,” he announced lazily. Who the fuck is this Slender they keep talking about? “He says to bring the girl back. Alive. Mm-kay, gonna fuck off now.” As quickly as he appeared, he disappeared.

Jeff damn near threw a tantrum, before deciding he “doesn’t give a shit what the big man wants”, but strangely this time, Masky and Brian restrained him.

“Ugh, I forgot you fucks are walking microphones for Slendy,” he complained, throwing his head back as he groaned. “Fine, fine, it’s almost as if I’m not supposed to kill people nowadays.” You were left in awe at the amount of sarcasm in his voice.

“Free Toby,” commanded Masky. “And then we wait for him to bring us back. I’ll keep this one away from EJ.” He turns to the aforementioned Jeff. “Jeff, follow Hoodie and free Toby.” Jeff is strangely obedient and follows Brian, whose alias is apparently Hoodie, off to free this Toby, but grumbles nonetheless.

The grumbling grew quieter as Jeff and Hoodie walked away, leaving you in awkward silence with your captors. You felt Masky’s scrutinizing glare on you, so you cleared your throat and turn awkwardly to EJ, who now has an unhappy expression on his face, most likely grumpy that he couldn’t eat your kidneys or whatever.

“…Who’s that Link cosplayer and why is he floating?” You asked, then realize it might be unwise to speak now. Fortunately, the situation was forgiving enough, and EJ answered you.

“That is BEN. He sort of lives in dataspace.” You dared not pry further for an answer.

You heard the disgusting shriek of rusty metal hinges turning somewhere not too far from your current location, and you cringed. You turned to your left, taking in the sight of a boy, presumably Toby, who was also in a nightgown. The brown-haired boy’s demeanor was strange, almost meek, but you knew he wasn’t. Someone with this group couldn’t possibly be meek. He sniffed and sneezed, and his shoulders jerked. Probably a tic disorder. For whatever reason, his left cheek was also bandaged, and you wondered what kind of wound lay there. From this distance, you heard Hoodie brief him on the situation, how “The Operator” needed you alive and whatever. Bro has two names? What is he, quirky?

Masky looked around and nodded. “Time to go,” he says, before grabbing a key from Jeff and unlocking EJ’s door.

You didn’t know what you expected, because EJ lunged at you, and you knew he was hungry. In a second, his strangely lanky body was lifted off you, as he roared and cried for your organs. You had no idea what to think of this, but you turned to Masky, who sighed as Toby—who seemed to be stronger than he looks— and Hoodie restrained him.

“Come on. Gotta take you to your new home now. Or torture chamber. Don’t know what Boss wants with you.”

You were so fucked.

So here you are now, being transported with nary a trace of care from these men, all in light blue hospital gowns that do nothing to flatter them. Well, with as much care as you’d expect, at least. They are, after all, a serial killer, a cannibal, and three others who seemed to be seasoned fighters. And you don’t think they fight for show.

You pretty much get hurled into the boot of a truck that appeared out of nowhere. And when you say that it appeared out of nowhere, it appeared out of nowhere. So not only were they a serial killer, a cannibal, and three others who seemed to be seasoned not-for-show fighters, there was also some supernatural force coming into play that was clearly on their side.

Just as you wonder how Ben will get in with you, Hoodie gets into the back with you, and a threat from Masky is uttered, something like, “We’ll hunt you down if you escape, and we’ll make you wish you never ran away.” You don’t doubt him. You hear doors slam close, rocking the whole vehicle left and right. The glass shard Jeff was previously holding is now transferred into Hoodie’s hand, and you can only presume that the first reason why is to prevent Jeff from slicing your throat. The second is that, obviously, they need to hold your life hostage. It is at this moment you realize that you’re stupid, Ben is an apparition, and probably doesn’t require transport.

Against your natural instincts, you try to relax in the boot of this truck, still relatively tensed up due to the situation. Beside you, Hoodie is staring at you wordlessly, no hint of sympathy in his eyes, nothing that would tell you he’d hesitate to hurt you in Jeff’s place. You remember Ben’s exact words—bring the girl back alive. There was nothing insinuating you absolutely had to be in one piece.

To avoid the awkwardness, though you’re pretty sure you’re the only one feeling it given that the other probably has zero regard for you as a person, you clear your throat and lie back against the floor of the trunk. Hoodie does not move an inch, the hand grasping the shard holding steady. You wonder how he’s not bleeding from holding it, then decide that none of this is your problem. Yet.

They could torture you for fun, or they could decide all of a sudden that you’re no fun and kill you off. You decide against sighing, afraid that if you even just twitched in the wrong direction they’d cut that appendage off. Honestly, you don’t even know why you consider sighing. You should be fearing for your life.

But that’s just the thing. To fear is to have something to lose, and right now your only concern is that they might torture you without letting you dying, or just torture you to death. You know that a quick and painless death with these guys would be a miracle, given their sadistic and cannibalistic nature. Otherwise, you know that even if you died, the only thing you’d technically be losing is your life. And you don’t value your own life. After all, after around two entire decades of abuse and domestic violence, you grew up just not having anything to value. In the unlikely circumstance that you did find something to like, they’d just take it away from you.

These in mind, you manage to relax even further, and think yourself along this train of thought till you fall asleep, the group’s threats forgotten.

“Damn. She really just fell asleep.”

“You wanna bet on who’ll be able to hit her hardest without waking her up?”

“Huh-hey. The Operator told us—“ a whistle, snapping of fingers, and a harsh ‘fuck’—“to keep her alive.”

“Toby, are you just afraid of being a woman beater? You’re way past that.”

“Please, dear, she’s only a child—”

Whack. Thud.

You jerk awake. Though their voices had been drifting in slowly, the last person’s words triggered you. You don’t realize your body has acted before your eyes open, and you’re now sitting up ramrod straight, glaring at murderers, hands ready to defend.

Your brain registers the five in hospital gowns, and you remember that you’re being kidnapped. You regret the sudden movement, so you curl up into a defensive position, mouth opening to beg for your life. You may be passively suicidal, but you still have some sense of self-preservation.

Jeff looks at you in disgust. “Boooooring,” he drawls, then bends down to your height, face just inches away from yours. “I feed boring people to my dog.” A gulp sends its way down your throat. You have no idea what to say to that, and the classic option of apologizing comes to your mind, but you choke it back down lest Jeff actually try to feed you to his dog.

“Uh,” is, once again, your intelligent response to a bunch of insane murderers who are currently staring you down.

Masky acts just as you see Jeff cringe at your response, picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder. You startle, but he holds you firm. “Do not,” he repeats, calm venom in his words, “attempt to run. You will not succeed.”

You try to defend your not-so-little full-body twitch, but you once again save your own ass by shutting the fuck up. You praise yourself for not making shitty decisions today.

Mask’s back blocks you from looking at what’s ahead, what they seem to walk towards with such purpose in their footsteps. Where the evergreen grass ends, raised wooden stairs appear, wide enough to fit two or three people on top of it. A patio?

Your guess is confirmed as the three steps lead to the floor of a patio, and from your peripheral vision you register what can only be described as a normal wooden patio, except it’s run-down and flora is beginning to take over the gaps between the planks. You feel Masky’s free arm reach out and push something, likely a door. Its hinges squeak in protest as the man holding you continues moving forward.

You note that no light floods out from the open doorway, but the men continue walking forward anyway. Just as you think this might be your final resting place, Masky speaks.

“We, Eyeless Jack, Jeffrey Woods, Brian Thomas, Tobias Rogers, Timothy Wright and hostage…”

“Y/N,” EJ offers.

“And hostage Y/N,” Masky continues, “Request access to your home, Master.”

You could’ve sworn you didn’t blink, but suddenly you’re standing on a brown patterned carpet in a well-lit hall. At least, you think it’s a hall. There’s no time to even process the names, the full names they practically handed you.

You feel a huge presence behind you. That is to say, in front of Masky. Though intangible, it towers over you, choking you, clogging your breath, vision and hearing. Static?

It buzzes and buzzes, and you think your head might explode, you swear your eyeballs pop out of their sockets and that your brains leak out of your nostrils, but in a split second, you find yourself sitting on the floor, your eyes and brain intact. You feel around your head and face to confirm that everything is in place.

Tilting your head upwards might have been the scariest thing you’ve gone through today.

Faceless.

Indents where eyes should be and a slight raise where a nose should be.

And a large maw of teeth, tongue and saliva.

You don’t know how you should be reacting. But you’re pulled back to your surroundings as three voices seem to respond to this presence, this faceless entity with a monstrous mouth.

A chorus of three. “Master.”

You don’t see them, but you know that three of these men are bowing, one knee to the ground to this creature. Something in its chest rumbles, and you hope it’s not an angry one.

The entity retracts its tongue, and its teeth disappear into nothing, into white, sewing themselves back together into, for lack of better description, leather-like fabric.

Welcome back.

You’re left disoriented for a bit at the intrusive thought. No, it wasn’t your usual internal monologue. The voice was deep, smooth, imposing. But you hadn’t seen the entity, the so-called master, open his mouth, nor even move the muscles where a normal person’s mouth would be.

Slowly, the entity’s head turned towards you, its eyeless gaze piercing you, mind and soul.

You are to follow my proxies. They will ensure your survival in this household.

You hear a faint voice, similar to that of this entity’s, in the back of your head. Masky grunts in acknowledgement, seemingly in rhythm with that background voice. You realize that this entity is probably projecting his voice onto both of you at once.

You are to be brought to my office once you have been shown to your room. There, I will deliver a set of instructions to you.

The entity disappears. Jeff and EJ walk ahead on either side of you and ascend the stairways on either side of what you can only call a mansion lobby.

You feel a tug on the fabric of your clothes, over your right shoulder. “Come.” The stuttering voice that reminded the group to keep you alive sounds beside your ear. “Don’t want the Operator to wait too long,” he says amongst a slew of vocal tics, whistling and swearing. You wanted the jerky speech to soothe you, leave you in denial that this boy was a gentle being, but you knew otherwise. Sooner or later, something really fucked up would rear its ugly head above Toby’s brown, curly-haired head.

Wordlessly, you rise. He leads you, pinching the fabric of your sleeve to lead you.

It all feels like a dream. A really bad dream. Like a distasteful prank that’s being pulled on me right now.

But no one in your life remains to pull even the most harmless of pranks on you.

chapter 4 is out.

[lydiacatfish]

gonna go into some detail on these ocs so i can get them out of my brain and get back to my regularly scheduled korean webtoon inspired worldbuilding, but putting it under a cut because it's uhhh a little fucked up.

their names are Gortheth the Conqueror and, idk, let's call her Athena. names take me a while with my OCs. he killed her best friend for a really stupid reason right in front of her, so she tried to kill him for revenge, but discovered it was impossible. unfortunately this meant he took a liking to her and trained her up and made her his left hand man, until she killed his 2nd in command, at which point she took that place.

Gortheth cuts a big and imposing figure, absolutely covered in black armor, but under it all is kind of skinny dude with white hair (i was picturing that white haired elf guy from dungeon meshi? mithrun). pretty much every inch of him is covered in scars because although he can't be killed it's not like no one has tried. Athena just looks like an average woman, kind of chubby, brown hair, very unassuming. she eventually gets very scarred up too

anyway the more Athena grows to hate Gortheth the more he grows obsessed with her to the point that they eventually reach a stalemate because he's been encouraging her growth so much that she's been able to effectively hinder his, well, conquering. (Athena: cutting swaths through Gortheth's armies and actively leading rebellions against him in occupied territories without even trying to hide it. Gortheth: she's so tenacious. do you think she'd let me lick the ground she walked on?) she is eventually able to catch him off guard and dismember him and bury the pieces in far flung areas (much like hidan), but after a few hundred years someone digs up his head and he is able to sweet talk them into finding the rest of his body and putting him back together

however, as she was burying his head and finally getting her peace, he revealed that whatever was done to him to make him immortal, he had done to her. even if she did try to rid the world of him, he would always eventually come back, and she would always be there to meet him because she couldn't die and be free of him. this horrified her and she spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to kill herself

after he comes back he starts amassing power and conquering again and Athena is forced out of retirement to go stop him. of course, it was all a ploy to get her to come see him again. she threatens to dismember him again, he says he's figured out a way to keep her from doing that now, they're at a stalemate. finally, he offers to lie low and live a normal-ish life if only she'll come visit him for one day a year, every year, otherwise he'll start trying to take over the world again. she begrudgingly agrees. (this is when he takes the opportunity to goad her into hate-fucking him every year. kind of sad because he doesn't hate her at all but knows that that is the only emotion in her that's strong enough to elicit a physical response. gross and sad. anyway!)

Athena tries to live a regular life mentoring kids (maybe she owns like a martial arts dojo or something idk) and ends up as the mentor to a group of plucky young adventurers who follow her around like ducklings even though she is Not A Maternal Woman At All. and then obviously at one point she's like "fuck it's already may i gotta start getting ready for my trek out to the Black Plains of Despair to make sure my ex doesn't try to take over the world again" (obviously there's no way to get there besides walking!) and the kids are like ???????? (stephen colbert voice: you dated... the brutal dictator of nicaragua? yes and he was the brutal dictator while i dated him and i spent our entire relationship trying to murder him and unfortunately he was really into it.)

(the teens: you shouldn't have to go meet that guy once a year--

Athena: and usually have sex with him

the teens: --and what!! that's awful! that's coercion AT LEAST! it's not right!

Athena: listen sometimes for world peace you have to make sacrifices

the teens: THAT'S SO FUCKED UP)

anyway when leap years were invented she did briefly trick him into switching their date to february 29th but when he figured out what had happened the next year he did burn a small city. so. just because he's a simp doesn't mean he's not also like, completely evil.

also every year she tries a new murder method on him to see if it'll stick before she tries it on herself because she's not taking herself out until she can ensure she gets rid of him too. additionally she will threaten him like "if you ever try to hold my hand again i will cut off all your fingers and take them with me and throw them into the deepest part of the ocean i can find" and he's like haha and then what ;)

I don't even know how to describe this dream I had or why I kept going back to sleep after waking up so I could keep doing it. But like. This awful armored conqueror killed my best friend before I could save him, so I went back to try to kill him myself. And because I defeated him, he immediately made me his companion and put full faith in me despite the fact that I clearly hated him. So as we traveled I destroyed his outposts and killed tons of his people to weaken his political power and he had absolutely no suspicion it was me, even after I killed his right hand man and took his place. And it was hard on me and I became more hard and scarred and jaded and I knew I had to redeem myself in the eyes of normal people who would only see me as a killer after everything was over, I had to allow myself to become soft and vulnerable again. And then the dream sort of ended, and I just wanna know if, like. Dream me and the horrible man ever smashed.

[nebulablakemurphy]

Total Eclipse Of The Heart (Part Five)

Jacob Black x Fem!Vampire!Swan!Reader

Summary: Jacob Black, alpha of his pack, would never fall in love with a bloodsucker, much less imprint on one. The problem is that Y/N Swan was human…until she wasn’t anymore.

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

The bike works for a while, Bella can see Edward; until she gets good at operating the vehicle. After that the danger is gone and so is any version of him.

Jacob and Y/N are hunting Victoria. Charlie is hunting the wolves, who he still believes to be bears, responsible for the killings around town.

Bella’s alone again.

She decides to try something new, to get that rush of adrenaline. Cliff jumping is about as stupid as it is recreational. But Edward is there, begging her not to jump. So she does, anything to make him stay.

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“She’s freezing cold. I can’t touch her.”

“Relax. Human hot box, remember? I hope you don’t mind, I’m gonna have to give her mouth to mouth.”

“Jake,” thwack.

Beyond the voices, Bella can feel pressure. Like someone is pounding on her chest, commanding her heart to beat.

“Come on Bella. Breathe.”

With a sputtering inhale she chokes up the water that invaded her lungs.

“Bella!”

The brunette opens her eyes just in time to see her sister reach for her and then remember her temperature, dropping both hands back to her sides.

“I’m ok,” Bella tells her, through chattering teeth.

“What the hell were you doing?” Y/N demands, tossing a blanket around her shoulders.

Jacob lifts Bella from the sand to lean against him, soaking up his warmth.

“I just wanted to see something.” Bella looks away from Y/N. The venom has eaten away her contacts and she can see her now for what she truly is.

“We’ve gotta get her home.” Jacob says, lifting Bella with ease.

“Your eyes,” Bella tries to warn her.

“It’s ok,” Y/N shakes her head. “Dad’s not home. He’s over at the Clearwater’s.”

“Did something happen?” Bella wonders.

“Harry had a heart attack.” Jacob breathes, the words striking like a hot iron. “He didn’t make it.”

“I’m so sorry.” Bella whispers to no one in particular.

“Let’s go,” Y/N jerks her chin in the direction of the road.

“I’ll run her,” the wolf offers.

“My truck,” Bella pushes feebly against his chest.

“I got it,” Y/N sighs, taking the keys. “You go, keep her warm.”

“On it.” Jacob nods, breaking into a sprint.

Y/N heads back to the truck, opening the door and waiting as it rattles to life. Her fingers curl over the steering wheel harshly, distorting it with the force of her grasp.

The phone buzzes to life in her pocket, not a number she recognizes. “Hello?”

“Y/N, it’s Edward.”

“Edward…” The Y/H/C nearly short circuits.

“Is Bella alright?” He asks immediately.

How did he know? “Now you care what happens to Bella?”

“Y/N please-“

“No,” she cuts him off. “Edward, you left. You left and you didn’t care. I mean where the hell have you been? Where were you while I was here picking up the pieces?”

“I’m sorry.” Edward grovels, the way she had on the front lawn of the Cullen’s home after Bella’s birthday party. “It was a mistake.”

“Your sorry means nothing to me.” Y/N ends the call. Tossing the phone to the passenger seat. Her foot pressing the gas pedal to the floor.

Arriving home at record speed, she finds a black car in the driveway. Carlisle’s car. Parking the truck, she jots through the front door.

Alice, Jacob and Bella are deep in conversation.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asks Alice.

“I had a vision of Bella jumping off a cliff. I didn’t see her get pulled out of the water-“ Alice breaks off. Her eyes fluttering, then she gasps.

“What now?” Jacob runs a hand over his face.

“It’s Edward, he thinks Bella’s dead.” Alice chokes out. “He’s going to the Volturi, he wants to die too.”

“What?” Bella’s entire body lurches forward.

“Rosalie told him why I came here. Then Y/N-“

“You spoke to him?” Bella cuts Alice off. “What did you say?”

“I told him to screw himself. Not kill himself.” Y/N says defensively.

“Y/N!” Bella is hysterical.

She never meant for this to happen. “Tell me where he is and how to get there.”

“What are you gonna do?” Jacob leans in, his fingers closing around her wrist.

“I have to go,” Y/N rolls her eyes at the ridiculous nature of the situation, “save Edward.”

Jacob’s face falls into a scowl, “no, no way in hell.”

“Jake-“

“The Volturi, isn’t that some kind of vampire judge and jury situation? The ones you’re so afraid of that you can’t even tell Charlie what happened to you?” Jacob can put up with a lot, and he has. But this…

“Jacob, I know that this sucks.” Y/N pulls him away from Alice and Bella for a shred of privacy. “But it’s my fault. I have to make it right.”

“Stop blaming yourself for his shitty decisions!” Jacob roars, “it’s not your fault that he left, it’s not your fault that he didn’t come back and it’s not your fault that you told him to shove it where the sun don’t shine.”

Y/N takes step back, “please don’t.”

“Please don’t what?” Jake snarls, closing the distance between them. “Tell you the truth?”

“Please don’t hate me for what I’m about to do.” Y/N pleads, allowing his fingers to sear her skin.

“If you die…” he strokes her jaw reverently, “I’ll kill you.”

“I love you so much,” she turns into his palm and presses gentle kisses there.

Jacob lets his hand fall away as they break apart. “What do you want me to tell Charlie?”

“Last minute girls trip or something,” Y/N shrugs.

“How long will you be gone?” Jacob wants to say it back. That he loves her.

Y/N looks to Alice.

“Three days, round trip.” The pixie tells them.

Bella has already gone up to pack.

“Perfect,” Jacob acknowledges. Keeping the words to himself.

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The plan ride to Italy is tense. Bella hardly sleeps, she is a nervous wreck.

Alice is flooded with vision after vision as she watches Edward and the Volturi’s decisions.

Y/N plucks anxiously at the wolf charm on her wrist.

The car Alice steals is a beautiful canary yellow color. It shifts gears like butter and glides over the road.

“The Volturi refused him.” Alice says, surprise and relief in her voice.

“Should you be driving?” Y/N wonders, there’s no way she can concentrate with the future flashing before her eyes.

“You can channel for me” Alice offers. There is no time to stop.

Y/N closes her eyes, willing the visions to come to her. “He’s waiting until noon, when the sun’s at it’s highest. Then he’s going to reveal himself to the humans.”

“Alice, you gotta hurry up.” Bella pleads, tugging at the roots of her hair.

“Bella,” Alice coos, “breathe.”

Y/N opens her mind, but Edward is decided, so nothing changes. Until something unexpected appears.

Jacob. He’s seated on their living room couch, shooting the breeze with Charlie. Clearly waiting for something as his eyes flicker to the clock repeatedly. Her, Y/N realizes, he’s waiting for her.

“What did you see?”

“It wasn’t Edward, don’t worry.” Y/N drawls. Just her letting down the most important person in her life…again.

The crowd surrounding Volterra is massive, Alice cuts through as much as she can with the stolen Porsche, but eventually Bella has to make a run for it. To the clock tower at the center of the festival before Edward exposes himself in the sunlight. She is the only one Edward can’t see coming.

“So, what now?” Y/N demands.

“What did you see?” Alice asks instead.

“Doesn’t matter.” The Y/H/C shakes her head. “We can’t just sit here-“

“You saw him, didn’t you?” Alice steals a glance at her. “Jacob?”

“Does he always look so miserable in your visions,” she wonders.

“I can’t see him.” The other vampires admits, “the wolves are a blind spot.”

“Why?”

“I’m not sure.” Alice’s brows furrow, the visions are back in her own head. “We have to go.”

The two of them weave through the festival, skin covered from the sun that shines bright overhead. Finally taking shelter in a door off the alley way.

“Come on guys,” Alice pulls the scarf from her head as they enter. “Wouldn’t want to cause a scene.”

The ‘guys’ in question have glowing red eyes, their diet is strictly human blood.

Bella is against the wall, with Edward between her and the two men wearing black cloaks.

“No we certainly wouldn’t.” The shorter blonde man purrs. “Aro requests your presence.”

“Bella,” Edward addresses her, “why don’t you go back out and enjoy the festival?”

“All of you,” the larger man clarifies.

A third vampire joins them, a girl with blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun. “Aro sent me to see what’s taking so long.”

“So no festival?” Y/N cocks her head to the side.

“I’m afraid not.” The girl gives her a tight lipped grin. “Right this way.”

The four of them are led down a long corridor to a stair case, then to an elevator.

Abandon all hope ye who enter here.

Edward’s eyes, dark with thirst, cut to Y/N. Bella tucked securely beneath his arm.

‘Sorry,’ she mentally shoots back.

He turns his gaze ahead as the elevator doors open onto a checkered marble floor. The ceilings are high, adorned with paintings that put the Sistine chapel to shame.

“Don’t be afraid,” Edward whispers to Bella.

“Are you?” Bella stares up at him.

“No,” he lies.

They land at double doors, pushed open to reveal three more men, seated in high back chairs that resemble thrones.

The one in the center moves to stand, the other brunette and blonde vampires can’t be bothered.

“What a happy surprise!” The man rejoices, “Bella is alive after all. And you’ve brought a friend.”

“I’m just here for moral support.” Y/N explains, jerking her thumb at Bella, “she’s my sister.”

Aro looks her over, “welcome…”

“Y/N,” she introduces herself.

Aro steps forward then, taking Edward’s hand from Bella’s into his own.

“Aro can read every thought I’ve ever had with a single touch.” Edward tells them.

“You are quite a soul reader yourself Edward. Although you can’t hear Bella’s thoughts.” Aro remarks, “would you do me the honor?” He extends a hand to Bella.

Warily she steps forward, allowing him to encase her hand with both of his.

“How strange,” Aro pulls away after a moment. “I see nothing. I wonder if…let us see if she is immune to all our powers, Jane.”

“No,” Edward protests, jumping in front of Bella.

“Pain,” the blonde girl murmurs, a satisfied smirk spreading across her features as Edward falls to the ground. He writhes silently at Bella’s feet.

“Stop! Please.” Bella yells, “stop hurting him.”

Aro watches her in fascination, allowing the torture to continue for a moment. “Jane.”

“Master?” The girl says.

Edward relaxes with a grunt.

“Go ahead my darling,” Aro motions to Bella.

“This might hurt just a little,” Jane warns.

But Bella feels nothing.

“Remarkable.” Aro marvels, “she confounds us all. So, what do we do with you now?”

“She knows too much, she’s a liability.” The blonde man on the right croons, from his chair.

“That’s true.” Aro replies, “Felix.”

“No,” Edward flips Bella behind him, having read his thoughts.

Alice seen Aro’s decision to have Bella killed.

And Y/N catches on quickly enough. Stepping in front of her sister.

Alice is restrained by the short blonde haired guard and Edward is wrestling with the larger vampire, which eventually leaves Edward on the ground.

Y/N’s never engaged in combat, but fight or flight is still a thing. She’s stronger and faster than anyone in the room, perks of being a newborn. She uses it to her advantage.

Fending off every attack the guard throws at her. But she is wreckless, untrained in her youth. Eventually she is restrained, with a hand at her throat.

The exchange gives Edward enough time to recover, he comes back swinging. For Bella. Anything for her.

Felix is strong. Edward is going to lose and her sister is going to die.

Y/N does the only thing she can do, “pain.”

The large man twists inhumanly at the crippling pain coursing through him.

Aro’s mouth sits slightly agape, watching in wonder as Edward returns to his feet.

“Call him off and I’ll stop,” Y/N jerks her chin toward Felix.

“Let us discuss this in a civilized manner.” Aro tries to defuse the situation.

“Tell your men to stop trying to kill my sister,” Y/N tosses the guard’s hand from her neck. “Then we discuss.”

“Felix, stand down.” Aro orders.

Y/N releases the man from her clutches, hearing him struggle to regain composure.

“You have the most peculiar scent.” Aro comments, “come.” He holds a hand out, “let me see.”

Y/N steps toward him, allowing his palm to rest under hers.

His eyes fall closed as he weaves through the facets of her memories. From birth to death and after life. “Ahh,” Aro coos.

Y/N resists the urge to pull away.

“Your gift is…untouched.” The things she could do, if only- “I can teach you.”

“Let my sister go,” Y/N repeats.

“So young, so much control.” Aro remarks. “To have resisted her blood twice within the first year. You are magnificent.” He smiles, drunk on the idea of harnessing the power she possesses. “You could join us.”

“I have someone waiting for me.” Y/N declines the offer.

“The child of the moon.” Aro recalls the boy from her mind. Dark hair, bright smile, “you love him impossibly so, against everything in your nature. It makes my heart ache.”

“Consorting with a werewolf?” Caius rushes to his feet. “Our sworn enemy?”

“This is different brother,” Aro stops him. If only he earns the young vampire’s trust, all that power will be his. “They have no qualms with us, nor each other. Misfortune has befallen them, much like our young friends Bella and Edward. This is a sadness.”

“You already know what you’re going to do, Aro. Let us be done with this.” Marcus motions dismissively.

“If only it were your intention to change her.” Aro addresses Edward now.

“Bella will be one of us.” Alice interrupts, “I’ve seen it. I’ll change her myself.”

Aro steps away from Y/N, to where Alice stands. Whatever she shows him must be proof enough. They’re free to go. For now.

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The plane ride home is awkward. Both better and worse that the flight there.

“Thank you, for what you did.” Edward breaks the silence, as Bella sleeps peacefully against his shoulder. “Only it wasn’t smart. Aro has taken interest now, he’ll try to win you over.”

“Better men have tried.” Y/N turns her nose up at the idea, and him.

“I’m not going to push for your forgiveness. Or hers.” He looks over at Bella, “I’m going to earn it.”

“Sure.” The Y/H/C crosses her arms, “holding my breath.”

“Good thing you don’t need air.” Edward cracks a smile.

“Can you not pick my brain right now? I need to think.” Y/N tries to refocus. “Alone.”

“Jacob will forgive you.” Edward ignores her comment.

“Jacob always forgives me.” She whispers, “I want to deserve it this time.”

Edward nods in understanding. “I’ll leave you to your thoughts.”

If he hears anything else he doesn’t comment on it. Falling into a comfortable silence.

Y/N is largely on autopilot until they make it home.

Charlie rushes out onto the porch at the sound of a car engine. “There you are.”

“Hi, Dad.” Y/N steps up to hug him.

Charlie kisses the top of her head, returning the embrace. “Jacob said it was a girls trip.” He’s not thrilled to see Edward.

“It was supposed to be,” Y/N pulls away. “He surprised us.”

“She does look better though, doesn’t she?” Charlie notes, seeing Bella.

“Yeah,” as much as Y/N hates to admit it, she agrees.

“Go on. He’s been waiting for ya.” Charlie nods toward the house. “I’m gonna have a word with Edward.”

“Ok,” Y/N takes the stairs two at a time. “Don’t be too hard on him though.” She calls after her father. “He’s been through hell too.”

Charlie squints at her, hoping she will elaborate but knowing she won’t.

“Honey, I’m home.” Y/N sings into the living room.

Jacob doesn’t say a word. Just makes his way to her and wraps her up in his arms. Inhaling the scent at the crook of her neck, deeply. “Never thought I’d miss your stink.”

Y/N takes a whiff of her own. “The wet dog and earthy tones are starting to smell like home.”

“Yeah.” He feels it too.

“Can I ask you something?” She murmurs against his shoulder.

“Sounds like a loaded question already.” Jacob can hear it in her voice.

“How much of you staying here is because of the imprint? How much of it is your soul needing mine? And how much of it is just Jake?”

“I guess I-“ he breaks off. “I’ll never really know for sure. But I think the Jacob I’ve been my whole life would stay. Imprint Jacob would have no choice but to please you. And my soul just wants to be close to yours, anyway it can.”

“Do you ever wish you could un-imprint?” If that’s even a word. “I hate the thought of you chipping away parts of yourself…to please me.”

Jacob nuzzles her forehead with his own. “I’m lucky that I got to imprint on someone who loves me. Someone I didn’t have to change for. Being with you is easy, like breathing.”

“I want to give you more than I take.” Y/N tells him.

“I can feel you,” heart and soul, “how much you love me.”

“You can,” the vampire tenses, “feel me?”

“I know how guilty you feel for leaving, how scared you are that you’ll have to do it again.” Jacob places her hand over his heart. “I’ll wait.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” she argues. “You’re already giving away too much.”

“Stop beating yourself up. I can handle you. Have little faith.”

“I have faith in you.” That was never the problem.

“Give yourself some credit too.” He taps her chin, “quit brooding.”

“I’ll try.”

“Good,” Jacob holds Y/N at arms length, “now tell me everything. What’d I miss on the trip of a lifetime?”

“Well Alice stole a car.” She starts with the fun part. “Porsche I think, crazy fast. You would’ve loved it.”

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The night they return from Italy, Bella insists that her mortality be put up for a vote. The Cullens gather around the staircase in their home, calling for Y/N and Jacob as well.

“You are part of this family, Y/N.” Carlisle rests a hand on her shoulder. “Jacob is your mate. Bella is your sister. You have a say in this.”

Jacob votes no.

Y/N votes not to vote. Only expressing her opinion based on her own experience. “I know what it feels like to have your choices taken away. I won’t do it to you.”

Life goes on. Y/N visits the reservation often. Like Jacob promised, everyone is coming around.

Graduation is right around the corner. Bella is waiting until after to become a vampire. Hoping it’ll be easier on Charlie.

He’s definitely not going to let it go a second time. He’ll demand answers that they won’t be able to give. They’ll have to leave. All of them.

Billy can see how much Y/N is wrestling with the decision. “In your heart you know that this is the best thing for everyone. Why are you hellbent on torturing yourself?”

“I’m not,” she shakes her head.

“You and Jake will get each other through.” Billy isn’t worried about that.

“What about my Dad?” He’ll be devastated.

Billy sighs, resting a hand on her shoulder. “What’d you want me to say kid?”

“Give me another choice.” She covers his fingers with her own.

“You having a pity party without me?” Jacob catches them, leaning heavily against the doorframe of his childhood kitchen.

“You were sleeping.” Y/N sniffs, breaking away from Billy. “I made you breakfast. Pancakes, French toast, eggs, bacon, sausage and-“

“And?” Jacob perks up.

“Chocolate chips muffins for dessert.”

“You’re trying to butter me up, huh?” Jacob grins, making his way to the breakfast table. “It’s working. Just give it to me straight.”

“I’ll leave you to it,” Billy excuses himself.

“The Cullens are having a graduation party for Bella.” Y/N watches the wolf take a bit of food from each dish.

“Just Bella?” Jacob arches a brow.

She huffs, reaching into her bag for the formal invite.

‘Congrats Grad!’

‘Please join us to celebrate, Alice, Jasper, Bella, Edward, Y/N and Jacob.’

‘R.S.V.P. To Alice or Esme Cullen.’

“Wow,” Jacob takes it all in. “They shouldn’t have.”

“They gave them to half of Forks high school.” Y/N explains, “most of my senior class remembers you as my hot boyfriend from a different school.”

“I am your hot boyfriend from a different school.” There is no denying it.

Y/N bites her lip. “They gave me a handful of invites for you too. If you want…”

“Really trying to push the whole ‘happy family’ agenda.” Jacob takes the stack of envelopes.

“It’ll only get worse if we indulge them.”

“In a few months they’ll be the only people we know.” Jacob reminds her. “Should probably get used to it.”

Y/N nods, turning her gaze out the window. “The younger we start out in a new place the longer we get to stay.”

“So high school again.” Jacob laughs humorlessly. “Can’t wait.”

“I want to stay in Forks.” Y/N forces out the words. “I want to stay with my Dad.”

“Baby,” Jacob breathes. That’s one thing he can’t give her.

“But it doesn’t matter what I want. Bella has to turn. We have to move on.” Y/N squares her shoulders. “Just let me sulk a little.”

“Sulk away, beautiful.” Jacob takes a bite of scrambled eggs. “Just pass the salt first.”

Series Taglist: @remembered-license @itscheybaby

Part 6

[gotnofucks]

Going Against Nature

Pairing: dark!alpha!Steve x reader, dark!alpha!Bucky x reader

Summary: Steve and Bucky would change the laws of nature if that’s what would take to make you theirs. 

or

Steve and Bucky don’t like it when you smell like Peter Parker.

Words: 4.9k

Warnings: NON-CON, breeding kink, smut, FORCED BONDING, poor Peter, language, violence, 18+ ONLY

A/N: Peter is an adult!!

MASTERLIST

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You knew something was off the moment you entered your house. Energy crackled in air as you moved in, the smell in the air absolutely Alpha, and that made no sense since you were a beta. Three different alpha scents overlapped each other, but you recognized only Peter’s, your best friend’s. You crossed the hall to your living room, your dagger in your hand. Peter’s scent was emanating such fear as you had never sensed before, and you would kill anyone who harmed a hair on his head.

You turned the last corner and entered the living room, stopping short in your tracks at the sight that met your eyes. You rushed forward, the dagger falling from your hand as you knelt in front of Peter, bloodied and tied to a chair in the center of the room.

“Peter! Oh my god, what happened Peter?” You asked, your hands cupping his puffed face. His eyes were swollen shut, a groan escaping his lips when your cold hands met his feverish skin.

“Y/n…” It seemed as if it took all his energy to whisper your name and you heart broke seeing your best friend this way.

“Hey hey, calm down. I’m here, I am gonna let you out of these ropes. Pete! Keep your eyes open!” You patted his cheek, making his eyes flutter. It took him a moment to focus on your worried face but when his eyes locked on yours, anguish and panic filled them.

“Y/n, no! Go away, run. They are here. GO!” Peter shouted, struggling in the ropes as if he just wanted to push you away from here.

“Peter, what are you talking about. Lemme cut these ropes.” You turned back to get your dagger but found it missing. Your brow furrowed, you remembered dropping it when you rushed to Peter.

“Run” Peter croaked and you looked at him over your shoulder, your body stiffening as what Peter had said finally clicked.

They are here

Whoever had hurt him was still in your house. Two alphas. You could smell their scent, somewhat familiar but you couldn’t remember exactly whom. As a Beta you didn’t pay much attention to alphas, other than those closest to you. But these must be two very strong alphas to have hurt Peter, an enhanced avenger.

You stood up cautiously, eyes scanning every part of the room. You weren’t an avenger but a trained analyst and could hold your own. Blood stained your furniture, the TV console disturbed and the small knickknacks you decorated your house with strewn about. Clear signs of struggle. You took in the two glasses sitting on your table, the dirt staining your otherwise clean rug and the disturbed cushions on the couch.  Whoever they were, they made themselves home. And they hurt Peter.

“I know you are here, come out. You know I am unarmed, so there really is no reason to hide.” You called out loud, your voice strong despite the heaviness in your heart. Anyone who could do that to Peter would very easily take you down. You crept back towards Peter, eyes still taking every inch of your house even as your hand touched his cheek. Peter whimpered, in pain or concern you didn’t know.

“Hold on for me Pete, I’m gonna get us out of here. No one’s gonna hurt you on my watch.” You told him, not even sure if he was following what you said.

When no one emerged for a couple of minutes, you wondered if it will be safe running to your kitchen to get another weapon, or the gun that you hid in your bedroom. You didn’t have time to think over why anyone would harm Peter in your house of all places. When you worked with Shield and the avengers, shit happened for no reason at all. You took a risk and turned your back to the door, kneeling before Peter again. You tested the ropes with your hands and huffed when you found them tight.

“Hey Pete, can’t you hear me? I’m here with you, all right? You just hold on for me sweetie.” Your voice cracked just a little over the pathetic whimper that escaped Peter’s mouth. You were just a little older to him, and you knew no one who would harm such a sweetheart as him. Your hand pushed his hair away from his forehead, soft over the cuts that littered his body.

“You may wanna stop touching him now, cupcake.” A voice behind you called suddenly and you whipped around, stance wide and protective in front of Peter. Before you could even say anything, your eyes widened in shock.

“Sargent Barnes?” You sputtered, absolutely not expecting him to be here. But then you sniffed the air, and his scent filled your lungs, and you finally realized why it was familiar. You worked in the same tower as him, sometimes directly with him. And if he was here, then the other scent must belong to –

“Hello Y/n, how are you?” Captain America asked, appearing from behind Bucky.

“I – what? You both?” You brain had short circuited. You thought they would be the people you would report this to, not the ones responsible for it.

“Sorry for the mess, cupcake. But Spidey-boy here gave us a good fight.” Bucky remarked, his head cocked to the side.

Anger and fear rose like bile in your chest, your face heating with emotion.

“You hurt him! Why?”

Steve ambled towards you and you shifted, your body angling in a way to hide Peter from their sight. He stopped in his tracks, brows raising and eyes narrowing.

“Don’t come near him, let us leave.” You hoped your voice was commanding but seeing Steve fold his arms across his chest in annoyance your confidence crumbled.

“No need to get so defensive cupcake. The kid’s been asking for it for ages.” Bucky scoffed, still standing between you and the exit.

“He – he is a kid. The nicest goddamn person I know. Why would you hurt him?” You questioned, your guard on. Any small sign of movement and you were ready to fight.

“Why?” Steve gave a humorless laugh. “Because he’s been stinking you up with his scent. We can’t go a day without you smelling like him, his scent clinging all over you.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the ground. What the fuck? “Excuse me?”

“Sweetie, you can’t go smelling like another alpha. We don’t like it, and we thought we needed to have a talk with the kid about it. Man to man, you know. But unfortunately, he didn’t agree with our thoughts. Poor boy thought he’d be able to fight us for your honor”

Steve’s word hit your heart like a dagger, and you stumbled back closer to Peter. You didn’t know what the fuck was happening, but it didn’t seem to be faring well for you. Steve and Bucky seemed to have lost their fucking minds, and you needed to escape. Go someone far, maybe find Tony Stark and let him know that his teammates beat up his protégé.

“I don’t understand,” You fretted.

“I’ll explain if you move away from the boy and come here. We won’t hurt you, you gotta believe me cupcake.” Bucky promised coming forward and held out his hand for you.

You shook your head and your hands found Peter who was almost unconscious with blood loss now. Steve growled when your hands stayed on Peter’s shoulders and Bucky tensed.

“The kid is suffering sweetie. You don’t want him to die, do you? Come here, and we’ll treat him. Get those cuts bandaged and some pain killers in his body. Sounds good?” Steve asked.

You looked at Peter and squeezed his shoulder. He groaned and your heart gave away. You nodded to Steve, and Bucky came forward again, his hand held out. You took it slowly and Bucky drew you closer to himself, taking you away from Peter. Your eyes followed Steve who was across the room now with a medical bag in hand, antiseptic wipes and butterfly strips spread before him.

“Please don’t hurt him, he’s my best friend.” You said softly and Bucky’s hand wrapped around your waist. You stiffened as he moved in your space and sniffed at your neck.

“We won’t hurt him anymore cupcake,” Bucky assured you. “But we gotta get his smell off you. The longer it stays on you, the more I wanna kill him.”

You peered into Bucky’s face, acutely aware of Steve tending to Peter’s wounds from the corner of your eyes.

“What’s happening here? I don’t understand why you’re doing whatever you’re doing. You’re supposed to be the good guys” You said and heard Steve chuckling.

“We are the good guys, but we get mad when teenage guys who can’t even grow a beard start touching what doesn’t belong to them. He put his hands on you, on what’s ours. We couldn’t let that go, not when he refused to stop seeing you.”

Your nose scrunched in confusion and fear. You were not stupid enough to try and fight them. You were an analyst because you could judge a situation and how dangerous it is. Right now, your odds of getting away with Peter were next to none, especially with him in such a delicate condition. However, you still didn’t understand what they meant.

“I don’t belong to you. You can’t claim me” You countered; your eyes now trained on Peter who flinched with every swipe of medicine.

“Can’t we?” Bucky whispered right in your ears making you shiver at the close proximity. You placed a hand on his chest and pushed, but he barely even moved.

“Of course, you can’t. I am not an omega. You…you both are alphas. You can’t claim a beta.”

Bucky and Steve looked at each other knowingly and shared a small, secret laugh. Bucky had maneuvered himself behind you now, both arms holding yours and securing them in front of you. His chin rested on your head, the slight stubble grazing your neck.

“You’re not an omega yet.” Bucky told you and hugged you to himself and your breath sharpened.  

Steve finished patching Peter up and you were thankful he had been honest and gentle. He offered him some water from a glass and Peter gulped it greedily, also swallowing the pills Steve offered. His eyes were now open, and he looked at you across the room in Bucky’s arms with sadness in his eyes.

“I am so sorry Y/n, I should have done better to protect you.” He apologized and your eyes filled with tears. You wanted to run across in his arms, sooth his fears like you’d done so many times before.

“She’s not yours to protect kid, I thought we made it clear.” Steve grunted in displeasure and Peter scowled at him. Even tied up and at their mercy with wounds still dripping slowly, he managed to convey anger and hatred in his glance. Not an ounce of fear in his eyes and you knew if he were free, he’d be standing before you, being your shield.

“Mr. Stark was right when he said you are dangerous. When you believe something is right you never consider the consequences or the lives you’ll harm. You are no hero Captain, and I am sorry I ever considered you one.” Peter spat and you almost smiled.

Steve looked at Peter with a smirk on his face and then walked towards you and Bucky. He stopped right in front of you, looking Peter dead in his eyes before dipping down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You struggled in Bucky’s arm, whining under Steve’s lips that didn’t let up until you were almost out of oxygen. He pulled back and you gasped, eyes stinging due to his assault.

“Doesn’t matter what you feel kid, ‘cause we got our girl in our arms while you’re tied up helpless.” Steve taunted.

“Please, I don’t know what you want. You can’t have me. I am a beta.” You sobbed.

Steve cupped your face and rubbed his nose to yours, cooing at you. Bucky was still holding you to himself and you could feel his hardness against your back.

“Baby, we know you are not an omega. At least not yet. But you are ours, and we have a solution. Don’t we Buck?” Steve said and you felt Bucky nod. Your eyes desperately locked on Peter’s, both of you feeling helpless.

Bucky handed you into Steve’s embrace and pulled out of his pocket a small metal case. Flipping it open he drew out a syringe filled to brim with some blue drug. Your gut clenched in fear as you looked at it, already knowing you didn’t’ want this thing anywhere near you.

“Don’t look so scared cupcake, it’s very safe. Hydra used to use it all the time, but we still had Bruce check this out and he says its safe.” Bucky said to you and you shifted in Steve’s arms.

“Dr Banner is involved with you?” You choked out. You always liked him, and this betrayal of trust cut even deeper.

“Oh, he doesn’t know this is for you. He’s a mad scientist who would research anything in the name of science. Don’t really care much about the consequences, do they?” Bucky mused. “You don’t need to worry much; it won’t hurt for long. One dose and your dynamic will start shifting. You’ll be an omega soon enough.”

Both Peter and you started at the news and your struggles renewed.

“Please don’t do this to me. Why are you doing this? You could have literally any omega out there who will be proud to have you as her alphas.” You cried and Steve shushed you like a mother does to her baby, his hand caressing your head gently.

“We don’t want them, we want you. You are strong and beautiful and a perfect fit for us. You’ll be a great mate and mother to our pups.” Steve said.

Your eyes blurred with tears, body feeling exhausted from your useless struggles. Peter was shuffling around in the chair to no avail. You felt corner and trapped, and you felt useless as an analyst. No part of your training could prepare you for a forced transformation at the hands of the strongest alphas on the planet who wanted to mate you.

“You don’t have to do this. There is a reason nature made me a beta. You can’t do this to me.” You sobbed in Steve’s chest and your tears seeped into his shirt.

“Cupcake, nature makes mistakes. Steve and I were supposed to die seventy years ago, yet look at us now, still alive. You are meant to be ours, our girl, our mate. And we’ll correct nature’s mistakes.”

You shouted as Bucky injected the syringe into your squirming body without warning, your screams of pain mixing with Peter’s protests. Liquid fire raced through your veins and you writhed, losing all control and senses. All you felt was heat and pain, starting from your toes to your head. You could hear your heart threatening to burst out of your chest, your throat raw from your screams. It was never ending, the inferno that was running across your body, changing your biology in its wake. Your every cell seemed to light up and turn itself inside out, your skin crawling. You scratched at yourself and your hands were held down along with your legs, eyes wide open and yet not seeing anything.

You didn’t know if it lasted minutes or days, the pain setting in your bones. Your surrounding was the same and yet the world had changed. You were shivering uncontrollably, sobbing incessantly, and crying out gibberish. Your eyes slowly focused as pain started dissipating bit by bit, your heart thumping irregularly and fast. You were on the floor of your living room, body held immobile with someone’s weight. You whined and they stirred, getting off you and suddenly you were sitting, a glass of water thrust in your face. You gulped it down, the cool liquid doing little to sooth the burn that still simmered deep inside you.

As you breathed, you suddenly gagged and heard someone moving around you. You were choking on air, the scents in the room smothering you. Your new formed omega senses picked up the spicy tangs of alphas and it made you dizzy. Someone was calling your name, yet it was all you could do to keep breathing and not faint again.

“Open the goddamn windows! She’s overwhelmed!” Someone shouted and soon fresh air breezed inside, easing your discomfort a bit. You held your chest, curling in on yourself and breathed deeply.

“Use your mouth to breath sweetie”

You did as commanded and eventually your breathing got easier. You sat with your head between your folded knees for a long time, trying to remember what happened. After what felt like forever, you gazed up and around you, coming face to face with three worried alphas.

“Y/n?” The young alpha tied to the chair called. You looked at him. You knew him, and the others too. Steadily your memories came back, and your eyes filled with tears, and you form shook as heart wrenching sobs wracked your body. Bucky crawled to you and very slowly reached out, his arm curling around your shoulder. You wanted to push him off, curse him away but your body instinctively leaned into him, seeking his warmth and protection.

“Shh cupcake, I got you. I got you baby” He whispered and kissed your hair.

Another pair of arms wrapped around you; a head tucked into your neck. Steve rubbed soothing circled in your sides, his breath washing over you. You were cocooned in their warmth and drenched in their scent, the nature of your biology bending to their wills and calming your racing heart. Soon enough your sobs turn to little sniffles and Bucky wiped your nose with the hem of his t-shirt.

“That’s it, omega, you’re doing so good. Just breath. We’re right here.” Steve said in your ear and you quivered at the timber of his voice.

You gradually raised your head up and the two alphas shifted a little to allow you space. Your eyes darted around your house as if seeing it for the first time, unintentionally falling on things you would need for your nest. Most of all, your eyes set on Peter who looked at you in both pain and wonder.

“Pete?” Your voice was broken, and you saw his eyes close, two streams of tear travelling down his face.

“I am so sorry” He said, helpless and feeling like a failure. He had failed his best friend, the one person who loved him unconditionally.

You heard two growls and two sets of arms on you. Bucky and Steve were baring their teeth at Peter, their bodies ready to attack. You made a pleading noise in your throat and they both looked at you, softening.

“Don’t hurt him” You begged.

Steve pulled you closer and buried his head in your neck, scenting you. His chest rumbled beneath your hand and he purred at your scent filled his lungs.

“Oh god, her scent Buck.” He mumbled, his nose tracing your jugular and Bucky joined in. They took their time with it, rubbing their cheek and neck all over you.

You were feeling overwhelmed, your omega body not used to the sudden flood of emotions and smell. Every nerve ending in your body was taut with tension and your every sense was enhanced by ten times. Their purrs washed over you, and the vibration of their body sent bolts across your spine that settled between your legs. You squeezed your thighs as you felt wetness coat your pussy, your temperature rising. Your body flushed, your scent getting heavier while you started panting. You didn’t need to be an omega to know what was happening, you’d seen it happen to plenty omegas before. You were like a young omega who had just presented and was undergoing her first heat.

Your scent wafted across the room and all the way through the house and you clenched your fist tight, nails digging into your palms. Pain such as you had never know bloomed in your abdomen, cramping your muscles and making you cry out.

“Y/n, what’s happening to her?” Peter shouted and you reached out a hand to him, body too exhausted and dazed to move much. Steve glowered and took your hand in his, the heat in your body burning his like a furnace.

“She’s in heat” Bucky rasped, his voice husky with arousal. Your heat was so powerful that it was sending them into an early rut. He moaned when his tongue swiped across your scent glands, tasting you. “Our omega”

“Ours for taking, ours for filling. You’ll take our mark and our pups” Steve vowed and you cried out when you felt both their hands roaming your body. You wanted to move away, tell them no but your body was at odds with your mind. You were vulnerable under their hands, your presentation craving their touch even as your mind told you to run. You convulsed under the feeling of their hands over your clothed breast and ass, moaning loud into the air. You had no control over your actions, and you let them paw at you unwillingly.

“Don’t touch her! Leave her alone!” Peter shouted and the three of you came out of your trances, having completely forgotten that he was here. You stared into his eyes, and he saw in them what you really felt. Your scent surrounded him and with your gaze locked on him, he squirmed.

“Look at that Steve, the kid wants our omega. You see cupcake, your best friend is getting hard seeing you being handled by us” Bucky almost sang, his hands tweaking your nipples through your shirt and you wheezed out a moan.

“See and learn kid, how to take your woman. And when you do that, know this is the only time you’ll see her this way. She’s ours and by the time this night is over, she’ll be proudly wearing our mark.” Steve said, deftly unbuttoning your shirt.

Peter and you kept looking at each other, Steve and Bucky stripping you down bare. You were too far gone to feel embarrassed at being naked in the plain view of three men. Bucky touched your tummy, rubbing his hands over your skin that made you close your eyes in pleasure. Steve’s mouth found your nipples, licking and sucking with vengeance while Bucky kissed you. You never stood a chance against them, your body dictating your every move. You kissed back and bucked against their bodies, sweat collecting where your bodies touched. Your voice rose an octave higher when Bucky’s metal hand reached between your thighs, his cold fingers collecting your slick and spreading it around you.

“Oh cupcake, look how wet you are. Look how pretty you are all spread out for us.” He groaned in your mouth.

Steve who was just done sucking a hickey below your collarbone shimmied down your body, nestling himself between your thighs. His lust blown eyes met yours and the intensity in them made your walls flutter. Maintaining the eye contact, he licked a broad strip with the flat of his tongue and you jerked under him, back arching with sensations going around your body like fireworks.

Bucky took of your hand and wrapped it around his cock, showing you how to pump it. You never noticed him getting naked, nor did you care. Steve was ruining your cunt with his talented tongue, swirling it in circles around your clit while two of his fingers delved in your heat. The coil in you stretched to breaking point, finally snapping when Bucky bit down on your nipple causing you to howl your release in the air. Steve rubbed you gently, bringing you down from your high, his face covered in your juices and you clenched hard.

To your surprise Steve leaned over you and pulled Bucky into a dirty French kiss, sharing your taste with him. Bucky fisted his hair, his tongue moving in and out of Steve’s mouth and the sight only made you hotter.

“So, this is what heaven tastes like” he muttered, and you whimpered. Steve was taking off his shirt and Bucky took his time pumping his fingers into you, stretching you open. “Gotta loosen you up for both of us cupcake. You need to be nice and stretchy to take out knot.”

You never realized you were fondling your own breasts, trying to find relief from the heat that was centered in your core. You needed them to fill you, stuff you until you couldn’t take it anymore. You saw Bucky look at his arousal coated hands that glistened.

“Steve, we have been so cruel. Look at the poor kid” He said, and you and Steve looked at Peter who was in agony. His eyes were large and locked on you, both sorry and aroused.

“Give him a taste Buck, because he will never get the chance again.” Steve said, now naked and stroking his large cock. Bucky got on his knees and moved closer to Peter, his wet fingers right before Peter’s lips. Your mouth was parted in surprise, a strangled sound escaping you as Peter leaned down to pull Bucky’s fingers in his mouth and sucked. His eyes closed at your taste and you found yourself burning more than ever.

“Please” you begged, to all of them.

“She liked it Steve, look at our girl. You like him getting a taste of you? That make you hot, cupcake?” Bucky teased you and you nodded.

“She needs our knot Bucky; she looks like she’ll combust. You want us sweetie? Tell me how much you want us” Steve ordered, straddling your lower half, his hard cock right over your entrance. He brushed it over your swollen clit, collecting your juices and covering himself in them.

“Need your cock alphas. I need you inside me. Please” You had no dignity left and you were crying as you begged. Steve aligned himself and pushed inside slowly, your body welcoming him.

“Oh god, look at you sweetie, so perfect for me. Look how you suck me inside your cunt and clench hard like you don’t want me to leave.”

He began thrusting, his cock hitting you in that special spot that made your breath hitch and eyes roll. You clawed at the rug, your nails digging inside as you gave moan after moan.

“Open up cupcake” Bucky ordered, his cock slapping your cheek. You opened up and he went straight in, sitting still for a moment to let you adjust. They thrusted in you in a rhythm, pushing and pulling in perfect sync. Steve played with your bud and your whines vibrated up Bucky’s cock so that he fucked your face harder.

“Just like that honey, just like that. Mine. Ours”

Your second orgasm came suddenly and took your breath, and your walls clamped so hard on Steve that he cursed loudly before absolutely letting go and thrusting like a demon in you.

“Gonna give you my knot, gonna make you round with my pups. God you feel so good baby”

He jerked inside you, his knot swelling at the base and stretching you until you felt it would tear you apart. Heat bloomed in your womb, and Steve’s release coated your walls as the same time that Bucky came down your throat.

“Oh cupcake, you are so so good.” Bucky said, his hand caressing your hair. He held you body in his arms, tangling his legs with Steve and yours. You were still locked together with Steve, his knot holding his cum inside. “Gonna fill you up with my seed after Stevie is done. Gonna knot you my little omega.”

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The night was long and strenuous, your body bent into shapes you didn’t know it could take. Bucky and Steve knotted you multiple times and your addled mind welcome them each time. Peter looked at your union with them in desolation, sitting in his ruined pants. He had come in his pants, not being able to help himself. He wouldn’t meet your eyes but when Bucky let him taste you again, he opened his mouth like an obedient pet.

You were sleeping soundly before the couch, a temporary nest of blankets and your alphas’ clothes around you. Two fresh marks decorated your neck, sealing your fate with Steve and Bucky. They knew the true battle would begin once you came out of your heat stupor, but they can handle you together. You belonged to them. They had claimed you against what nature said. You were theirs.

“That’s how you take a girl kid.” Bucky said as he cut Peter free finally. The poor boy was both mentally and physically exhausted and Steve had to steady him lest he fall.

“You won’t look at her again will you?” Steve asked and Peter shook his head in dejection. He had failed you and your friendship. He was to be blamed. As if Steve read his mind, he patted his back gently. “It’s not your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault. She was meant to be ours regardless of everything that happened. I am sorry about how the evening went, but if it were your mate you would understand.”

Peter’s shoulders slumped and he had no more tears to lose. He looked pleadingly at them.

“Don’t hurt her, please. She doesn’t deserve that.” He said.

Bucky smiled at Peter is assurance.

“We look after our own, kid. She’ll be fine”

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TAGLIST IS OPEN FOR ALL CHARACTERS

[duckymcdoorknob]

The Fall of Red Riot

Warning! This is a tickle fic!

Ships: KiriBaku

The breakdown: Lee!Kirishima, Ler!Bakugo and Ler!Kaminari

Warnings: tickling, swearing, fluff overload

Prompt: The 1-A boys are hanging in the classroom during lunch and they’re stumped. They could not get Kirishima to spill his biggest secret: his crush. Bakugo rolls his eyes and volunteers his methods...

“There’s gotta be some way!” Kaminari whined.

“No way! I’m never telling any of you!” Kirishima barked in response.

“Tch, we’ll get it out of you at some point, shitty hair.” Bakugo noted coolly.

“OYE DON’T CALL ME THAT!” Kirishima yelled.

The boys groaned as they all ate their lunches. It was just them and Aizawa, who naturally was asleep, all alone in the classroom.

Kirishima was in a really fuckin’ bad place; he was being pestered by his friends. They all wanted to know who his secret crush was. Luckily, due to his quirk, the boy could withstand anything.

“There isn’t anything?” Midoriya questioned, “not even one thing?”

“Punch me, kick me, swirly, wet willie, draw on me, whatever you want. I’m not talkin’.” Kirishima answered bravely.

Bakugo let out a scoff as he rolled his eyes. “You’re all idiots”

“Well I don’t see you offering any ideas, Kacchan!” Deku grew defensive.

“Literally you’re all fucking stupid.” Bakugo was getting agitated; are they all really this dense?

Deku and Bakugo glared daggers at each other before Bakugo squeezed Deku’s sides.

The smaller boy yelped and leaped at least a foot in the air.

The blonde scoffed, rolled his eyes, then finally spoke up, “there’s your method. Try it out, I’m sure it’ll work.”

Kirishima, who had not been paying attention, turned toward Bakugo, “What method? What do you mean Bakubro?”

“Well now that you’ve got him wondering, I think that you should do the honors.” Kaminari chimed.

Deku grinned menacingly while Bakugo tackled Kirishima and straddled him.

“W-woah there! What gives, Bakugo?” Kirishima grew anxious, what the hell was this guy’s deal?

“Last chance to talk, shitty hair.” The blonde was smiling evilly, a side Kirishima had never seen before.

Red Riot sucked in a breath.

“Do your worst!” Kirishima cried preparing for inevitable pain, “what man can’t take a little pain?”

“Wh-Pain?” Deku asked with furrowed brows, “no-no! You got it all wrong. Kacchan is just going to exploit your body’s sensitivity is all.”

“Ohh!” Kirishima beamed. Then the realization struck, “oh”

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Way to go shitty Deku, now he knows the plan!”

Nonetheless, the Katuski clawed his hand and started to lower it down to an already giggling Kirishima’s tummy.

The red haired boy used his summer camp training: act quick in heavy pressure situations.

The hero in training hardened his skin, adding an extra layer to his abdomen, causing Bakugo to groan.

“Seriously? Your shitty quirk!” Bakugo rolled his eyes, “well I can wait here all day. And when the girls come back, you get to say which one you like in front of her.”

“HAVE YOU NO MERCY?” Kirishima roared.

The sudden loud noise awoke Aizawa. He was not a happy camper when he was woken up, especially from a good nap like this.

“You know what Bakubro! I’ll be fine holding out! I can keep my skin hard as long as I wish!” Kirishima yelled cockily.

Oh this will be good.

Aizawa stood up and stealthily stood next to Midoriya. He put a finger to his lip and winked at the greenette.

“How can you interrogate me with no method? You really didn’t think this through Bakubro.” Kirishima was getting cockier by the minute, “can’t tickle someone with no soft skin!”

Aizawa grinned.

Midoriya clapped a hand over his mouth to keep from spoiling another surprise.

As Aizawa’s hair stood up in an instant, Kirishima’s rock hard abdomen disappeared into a soft, pudgy, tummy.

“YES!” Bakugo cried

“M-MISTER AIZAWA!” Kirishima whined.

“You’re the one who woke me up. Just thought I’d keep my quirk alert Incase if any villains attack.” Aizawa responded in a monotone.

Bakugo didn’t hesitate. He immediately started scribbling his fingers along Kirishima’s sides.

The red haired boy kept his composure, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

“Oh? Nothing’s working huh.” Bakugo lifted his attack, “I guess we’ll just have to stop then.”

“Man you really suck at th- EEP!” Kirishima squeaked as Bakugo raised his arm above his head and poked the hollow of his arm.

It all happened so fast, Kirishima couldn’t even attempt to hold in his laughter.

“waihihihihit. Bahahahahakuhuhuhgohohoho!” Kirishima’s bubbly giggles melted Midoriya’s heart. Normally, Red Riot would be rolling all over laughing, but the uniform definitely helped minimize the feeling.

“You ready for talk yet?” Bakugo asked with a cocked grin.

“Nehehehehehever! Ihihihihihihihi cahahahan lahahahahast!” Kirishima manages through his uncontrollable giggling.

“Midoriya I might need some eye drops. This could take a while.” Aizawa muttered.

Deku chuckled and grabbed drops from Aizawa’s desk.

“You’re getting boring shitty hair. I’ll find your death spot and you’ll never stand a chance.”

“Jokes on you! You can’t even access it!” Kirishima spoke without thinking.

“Oh? Why is that? Is it blocked by me or clothes?” Bakugo cooed as he started to untuck Kirishima’s uniform shirt.

“Waihihihihit Bakubrohohohoho!” Kirishima giggled uncontrollably before any contact was made with his hyper-ticklish skin.

“What happened to being unbreakable? Where’s the great Red Riot now?” Bakugo teased as he prepares an assault, “I wonder if you share your worst spot with the shitty Deku.”

Deku yelped with wide eyes as attention turned to him. He could kill Kacchan.

“W-where’s his death spot?” Kirishima asked, followed by a gulp.

“Nowhere special. Just-“ Bakugo drilled his thumbs into Kirishima’s hips, “here.”

“BAHAHAHAHAHAKUHUHUHGOHOHOHOHO!” Kirishima cried out.

“Ohh maybe you do have the same death spot as Deku!” Bakugo teased confidently.

Kirishima’s bright belly laughter filled the room. All of the other boys gathered ‘round to see what was going down.

“Bakugo, you do know you just exposed Deku right?” Kaminari questioned with amusement.

“And I care because? I’m the only one who knows how to get him howling anyways.” Bakugo replied cockily.

A loud yelp was emitted from Deku’s side of the room after Aizawa took a squeeze at both of the boy’s hips.

“Well he’s not lying.” Aizawa said calmly.

“Come make yourself useful, Pikachu. Hold his arms up.” Bakugo commanded.

Kaminari obliged and soon Kirishima was under Bakugo’s mercy, meaning there would be none.

“Tell us Shitty Hair!” Bakugo spoke louder as he removed a hand from one of Red Riot’s hip, and added a scribbling hand to one of his underarms.

“NNGH- NEHEHEHEVEHEHEHEHER!” Kirishima cried.

The boys of class 1-A all shared the same look: fearful amusement. They now knew to never mess with Bakugo, especially after today.

Bakugo lifted his attack fully. “Alright Kirishima, you leave me no choice.”

Kirishima gulped nervously.

“Either you tell me your death spot, or I embarrass the hell out of you right now.” Bakugo said menacingly.

“Y-you. Fiend. You’ll get nothin’ outta me.” Kirishima barked in rebuttal.

“Suit yourself.” Bakugo said calmly, “Pikachu.”

Kaminari drew his attention to Bakugo. While this happened, Aizawa realized that Kirishima was too weak to use his quirk, so he retreated back to his sleeping bag.

“You might wanna sit on those arms, things are gonna get ugly.”

As Kaminari obliged, Bakugo began to pinch at the pudge right above Kirishima’s bikini line. This caused the hard-rock hero’s laughter to jump up an octave.

“Found it~” Bakugo purred in a low voice.

“BAHAHAHA! BAHAHAHAHAHAKUHUHUHUHUHUGOHOHOHOHOHO! MEHEHEHEHEHEHRCHYHEHEHEHE!” Kirishima tried to writhe from under the blonde’s evil clutches.

“Then tell us!” Bakugo demanded angrily.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Kirishima whined in response.

“Then die.”

Bakugo’s evil smirk was all that Kirishima saw before his eyes squeezed shut and he was a screaming, blushing mess.

The blonde continued to squeeze the boy’s worst spot. But, he also demanded Kaminari to spider his fingers under Red Riot’s arms. And to top it all off, Bakugo started blowing fat raspberries on Kirishima’s abs.

Red Riot moved into quiet hysterics, unable to bear the tickly feeling.

“Maybe you should stop soon.” Tokoyami butted in, “He doesn’t look too good.”

“Shut up bird brain! He’s done when he confesses!” Bakugo barked back.

Kirishima was trying his best to get out of his friend’s clutches, he was even squeezing Kaminari’s butt with his free hands. But, It had no effect on the electric boy.

“BAHAHAHAKUGOHOHOHO, KAHAHAHAHAMINAHAHAHAHRIHIHIHI STAHAHAHAPPIT! Q-QUIHIHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIHIT! I CAHAHAHAHANT TAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHT!” Kirishima squealed as tears leaked from his eyes.

“Last chance to tell us before we get you to exhaustion!” It was Kaminari’s turn to interrogate now.

“OKAY- OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY IHIHIHIHILL TEHEHEHEHELL!” Kirishima cried.

The attack ceased, leaving Kirishima panting. After a few seconds of greedily gulping in air, Red Riot looked at his attackers, then his classmates. He had no dignity left, so why should he lie?

“It’s um... it’s...” shit. He needed to come up with a name quick, “it’s Mina.”

“You liar.” Kaminari said as he skittered his fingers once again.

“IHIHIHIM NOHOHOHOT LYIHIHIHIHING!” Kirishima cried.

“That’s enough Pikachu. He knows to tell us the truth.” Bakugo unstraddled Kirishima, Kaminari did the same. The blonde reached a hand out and helped Red Riot to his feet.

His classmates surrounded him in a circle, there was nowhere to run.

“Ah jeez. This is gonna be embarrassing.” Kirishima spoke softly.

“Just say it!” Kaminari commanded.

“It’s Ururaka!” Kirishima yelped.

“No! You’re still lying! I know when you lie because your quirk activates on only your hands!” Bakugo yelled.

“Mister Aizawa! The one time I needed you to erase my quirk!” Kirishima groaned bashfully.

“Just tell us dude we won’t judge you.” Kaminari said with a reassuring hand on Red Riot’s shoulder.

Kirishima looked at all of his classmates curious faces. What if they judged him? What if they didn’t want to be his friend anymore because of who he liked?

“W..well.. um...” Kirishima closed his eyes and sighed, “it’s.. its B-Bakugo.”

Bakugo’s eyes widened along with all the other boys.

“I.. I shouldn’t have said that...” Kirishima said before running out of the room.

“Kirishima! Stop!” Bakugo yelled.

The blonde went chasing after Red Riot, leaving the rest of the class dazed.

“What did I miss?” Aizawa asked with a yawn. He saw all of his confused students, “Jesus was it Mt. Lady or something?”

“N-no... Kacchan” Deku spoke quietly.

“Oh that was obvious.” Aizawa said with an amused breath of air. “Now I owe All-Might 200 Yen.”

[sashi-ya]

Ch. 4 ~ NSFW ~ Trafalgar Law x F! Maid! Reader ~ A Dangerous Attraction.

AU : Mafia AU. Mafia boss Law. He IS a murderer.

TW: BLOOD. Mafia & murderers. Graphic depictions of violence. Smut. Explicit. Making love. Vaginal sex. Impregnation. Self harm. Marks, bites. Mental health issues. Trauma. Fluff. Angst.

WC: 4.2K

Chapters: one ; two; three; four; five; final

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33273136

Tag list: @rivvd-art ; @chocokaylarobin ; @fantasyfairysworld ♥

“Law!!”

“Name-ya…”

Inked fingers squeezing around your wrist, your body hanging into the void. You try to climb, but little rocks fall every time you try to use your feet to push yourself up. The desperation and Law is simply not moving, he is just holding you. If he wanted, he could let go of you and you would fall instantly. If he wanted, he could kill you and no one would know. If he wanted…

“Law! Pull me up!” you shout, with tears in your eyes. He is not listening; Law is completely frozen. His eyes opened wide; he doesn’t blink. He doesn’t breathe. His jaw muscles are clenched. Your arm hurts, the only thing that is keeping you alive is Law grabbing you.

“Law don’t let me fall. Save me…” you beg with tears sprouting from your eyes. “LAW!!!” you shout. The time passes so slowly, so painfully scary.

Suddenly he blinks quickly and pushes you up. Your body falls over his, you are safe now. Law hugs you; he starts crying. Your head rests over his chest, but quickly try to release yourself from his arms. “Let me go!” you shout, in distress.

Law stops hugging you and you stand up, trembling, still crying. You take your hand to your wrist, massaging the fingertips marks he has left over your skin. “I’m… you don’t understand. I didn’t…” he tries to tell you, but he fails as he stutters nervously.

“I wanna go home. My home” you tell him and start walking back through the path. You almost run; you can feel him walking behind you. Law is sobbing, he can’t stop crying. You hear some scratching noises, but you decide not to look back. If you dared to even look at him, you’ll pity him and forgive what just happened.

But something stops you, you hear a loud noise and a whining. A painful whining. You turn around, and there is Law, kneeling on the ground, right arm bleeding from the scratches he has made on himself, swollen eyes from all the crying. He keeps violently scratching his skin, and he can’t stop.

“What the hell?!” you shout and run to him. You crunch next to him and grab his arm, “Stop doing that. You are hurting yourself”. “I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it…” he says repeatedly. “Stop, please. You are bleeding” you tell him, holding his arm. He puts his forehead over your chest imploring forgiveness. Your shirt gets damp by his tears. A mafia boss crying like this, so weak…

“Why didn’t you pull me up instantly, Law?” you ask all of a sudden. You know that whatever he says won’t stop you from running away from him, but that question escapes your mouth unintentionally. “I… I’m… my dad. My uncle…” he stutters. “What happened?” you ask. “My uncle… killed my dad. Doflamingo pushed him by the same hill. I was in the car looking at everything. My uncle said my dad slipped away because he was clumsy, but he didn’t. He pushed him. And I saw everything. And didn’t say anything, I was afraid. My… dad…I was seven”. And suddenly everything makes sense… he was facing his trauma, but he never let you fall. He saved you… once again.

You hug him so close, poor thing. You caress his black hair, rocking him back and forth. “It’s ok, it’s ok…” you repeat. A few minutes after he stops crying, “I’m sorry” he says, nuzzled on your chest.

“It’s ok, Law…”

But you can’t take this anymore. You are going to end up dying if you stay next to him. You definitely are.

Both walk back to the cabin, you start packing your stuff leaving only the maid costume over the big, still undone, bed. Sitting on the mattress you take out the photo of your family and look at it. In the photo you see your sisters, your mom and you in your father’s arms. It’s your birthday. Behind, a tall man running with a little boy wearing a white hat. You don’t really remember their faces. You only remember that man was your father’s partner. Both policemen. They were fighting against organised crime. After your dad was shot, you never hear anything else from his partner, nor the little kid. But you keep focusing on your family, and those happy times. You were smiling so joyfully, so naive…

You hear the surgeon at the door, and quickly put the photo on your pocket. There is no way you let a mafia boss see the face of your family members. It’s just too risky...

“You sure you don’t want to stay?” asks Law, now with a white bandage around his scratched arm. “I am sure, please take me back to my apartment” you tell him. “(Name)-ya, please, stay at my house. I promise I won’t talk to you” he says, tears building up in his eyes. But you remain strong. “Please…I need time to be on my own” you tell him as if you were begging him to stop insisting. You don’t know how much you are gonna go without succumbing to the dangerous attraction he represents to you.

“At least let me keep you safe, I won’t visit you, I won’t call you. But please, stay in one of my apartments. I beg you” he finally says, approaching you. You back up instantly, somehow him touching you, scares you.

“Fine” you finally accept. He is right, if you dare to come back to that apartment you might be in danger. Law eyes sparkle, he breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you, thank you so much” he says, approaching you once again as he was trying to hug you.

“Stop. Don’t touch me” you command. He freezes right away, the smile in his face is gone once again. “I’m sorry, I’ll be in the car waiting for you” he says, crestfallen and walks away. Your heart aches at him leaving the door, but you know too well this is the best decision you could have taken.

Once everything is set, and you are ready, you go downstairs. You give a last peek to the cabin, the place where Law and you let your passions go wild for the first time… a place where he almost chokes you to death… Closing the door behind you, you were sure this was the last time you would ever be in this place.

Opening the door of that amazing black car, you throw your bag on the backseat and sit next to Law. He is wearing black shades, tears falling through his cheeks. He is not speaking; he swallows and hits the gas. You don’t dare to look at him, so your head is turned towards the window. The magnificent forest, nature, a place where you’ve been the happiest… and the sudden memories of you almost losing your life for the second time…

No more than an hour passes, and you are already on the highway. The radio makes the painful silence a little less uncomfortable. A slowed cover of “We Found Love” by Rihanna playing.

“As your shadow crosses mine, what it takes to come alive.

It's the way I'm feeling I just can't deny. But I've gotta let it go.

We found love in a hopeless place…

Shine a light through an open door. Love and life I will divide.

Turn away 'cause I need you more”

“Tsk…” you express. “Hum?” he asks. “Nothing…”. There was no interaction, nothing. Law’s cheeks damped. Nose red from all the crying.

“(Name)-ya… would you prefer the 6th or the 8th floor?” he asks, sniffling. “Whatever you want, it’s ok for me either way” you tell him, feeling ashamed. You are leaving him, but still living on his property… this shouldn’t happen. “Ok… Then the 8th floor. It has a big terrace” he tells you and touches the screen of the car.

“Bepo, Law here”

“Law, I’m Pen. Tell me”

“Oh, Penguin. Please take all the (Name)-ya’s stuff to Swallow inns, the eighth floor”.

“Yes, boss. Are you ok? You need us to take some of your stuff too?”

“Just hers… oh, don’t forget the Kia”

Law hangs up before his friend could say anything else. His voice clearly shows how much he’s been crying; he knows his friend would ask. You simply ignore everything he says, you don’t really want to hear even though he is speaking via Bluetooth.

After two hours, you arrive at a luxurious apartment complex over the beach. A big sign that says “Swallow Inn” announces that this is the place you are gonna be living from now on. “Damn” you think, how the fuck your life changed so much that you ended up living in such a place…

“(Name)-ya, this is the place where the apartment is located. Our… your parking spot is the number 18” he informs you. “Uhm, ok…” you say, because you don’t even have a bicycle to park in there, but hey, thanks for the information. But, when you arrive at the said parking spot, a little black car is parked there. “Nice, someone parked on your spot” you say, sarcastically.

“It’s yours…” he says. “What? No” you categorically express. “Please, accept it. This place is far from the city, and there are no bus stops nearby. Please” he insists. “Ok…” you accept, even though you are sure you are not gonna use that car.

Law takes your stuff from the backseat and tells you to follow him inside. The place is modern, everything is clean, luxurious, white, pure. “Eighth floor” he says and presses the little 8th button of the elevator and a code. “Remember, you should enter this number so you can enter home, ok?”. You don’t speak, and just nod.

The doors open inside the apartment, again everything is so white and pure. Your stuff is already in place. Big windows show the immense sea ahead. Everything is perfect, so for rich people. “Law, this place is amazing. You sure you want me to live here?” you ask.

Law turns around, takes his sunglasses off. Swollen red eyes, more dark circles than ever. He fixes his grey irises on yours. “I’d rather you live with me. But this is the best second option I have to keep you safe”. You keep looking at him, you can’t take your eyes off him. It hurts so much, even more than the bruises on your wrist, on your neck… your heart shouts “stay with me”; but your head says no… no, or you are gonna end up dying.

“By the way, this is your phone. I recommend you use this one, it’s safer. Not for me, but for you” he says, lending you a mobile phone that’s over the breakfast nook. “Thanks” you nod and your fingers graze when gabbing the phone. How hard is this…

“Well, I know you want me to go, but, if you ever need me… just, call me. Ok?” says Law, taking his hand to your cheek, but quickly stopping himself. “Wait” you say and grab his hand to your face. He gasps but grazes your skin. You close your eyes and let your head rest over his palm for a moment.

“Thank you, Law… Give me some time, please” you whisper. “I’ll be waiting for you…” he says, and a few moments later he is gone. The elevator doors close, and your legs finally turn weak. You fall on your knees. You haven’t cried until now, and now you do. Tears won’t stop falling from your eyes to the marbled floor.

“Law…”

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After all your tears have dry, you start looking around the apartment. Your bedroom is bigger than your ex-house. The bed looks just as the one Law has in his room. Satin sheets and white fluffy covers.

A wardrobe full of your clothes, old and some new outfits they bought you from the finest brands. And next to your clothes, men's ones. “Are these Law’s?”.

You can’t help but take one of his t shirts. You choose a yellow one, with black sleeves. “It has his smell…” you say, while taking the cloth to your nose. “I don’t think he would mind if I use it…” you say and put the shirt on. It has some kind of a smiley face stamped on it, and you wonder what it means.

The night comes, and your stomach growls. The fridge is full of ingredients, Law’s subordinates are so efficient. You cook a vegetable wok that you devour right away. The place is way too big for you, but it is what it is.

You inspect the new phone he gave you, such modern and pretty. You decide to pass all your photos from your old one to it. Same as the numbers. “I should call mum…” you think, remembering about the money. Where are you going to find any money to send them? “I can’t go back to the old bar; I’ll search for work tomorrow”.

“Hi, mum?”

“Darling!! I’ve been calling you, but you don’t seem to pick up. Is everything alright? Why are you calling from a private number?”

“It’s my new phone, I don’t know how to take it off. I will ask a friend to help me, and I’ll send you my number mum. Don’t worry” you lie. “How are you? How are the girls?

“Fine baby, but are you alright? You sound so sad…”

“I’m fine mum!! I moved! I will send you the address via text, ok? You should come someday! I have a sea view now!!” You act all excited, just for her not to worry, but moms know better…

“If you need mum, come spend some days with us darling. Ok?”

“Yes mum, I’m ok. I’ll be visiting you soon!” You lie once again, choking back tears.

The conversation is soon over, and after hanging up, tears run free. “I hate lying to my mum. Damn it. Damn Law…” you grunt, while searching for the picture of your family on your pocket.

“Where the fuck…?” You say, while searching for it desperately in your jean’s pockets. No sign of the photo, and you start to panic. The last photo you have with your dad, your seventh birthday…

“Don’t tell me I lost it, please!!!” You shout and start to look for it everywhere. Every place, every square. You can’t stop crying. You just can’t… something so precious to you.

“That’s what happens when you hang with the mafia… karma” you tell yourself before falling asleep, crying.

You wake up several times during the night, as nightmares invade your dreams. Law’s scratched arms, his eyes, the feeling of falling into the void. The day the police came to your house to tell your family, someone killed your dad. The way Law choked you… the way his hands were around your neck, the way his hips moved in and out of you, the way his kisses make you feel…

“Stop right there, (Name)” you say to yourself looking at the ceiling. How can you feel horny, huh? Are you crazy? “What’s wrong with me…?”. You know what’s wrong, of course you do. You are in love with Law and can’t deny it anymore. Your body misses him, you miss his scent, you are using his damn shirt to bed. You miss him so much; you are hugging a pillow pretending it is him.

Standing up from bed, you look through the big window of your room. The sea seems calm, sun is peeking from the horizon, still lazily resting until dawn. You sigh and say, “I fucking miss you… why aren’t you here?”.

Ding, Dong…

The sophisticated sound of the doorbell resonates all over the loft. “Fuck” you think, they’ve found you… Am I in danger? Should I call Law? Bepo? You tremble and walk towards the intercom.

Ding, Dong…

“Fuck” … you slowly pick up the phone of the intercom, and the little screen next to it turns on. The image of Law, a distressed Law appears. “What the fuck? I told him to give me some space…” you think, but he signs desperately for you to open.

“Law, what are you doing here?” You ask via the phone.

“Open, please, I have something important to show and tell you, I didn’t want to enter with my code” he says and shows a little square paper. Your most precious treasure, your family photo. You widen your eyes, “enter the code, come on”.

A minute passes and the door of the inside elevator opens. Law is standing right there; he looks like a mess. This must be the third night he hasn’t slept.

“Can I?” He asks for permission to even step into your -his- apartment. “Come in. Do you have my pic?” You ask ignoring the fact of wearing his shirt and only that over your body.

“Yes, but… I need to show you something about it” Law says, while looking at you up and down with a sweet expression. “Let’s sit, this is important” he insists. So, both of you sit on the couch. Law takes your photo out of his jacket pocket and puts it over the coffee table. “This is your photo, right?” He asks. “Yes, thank you!! Where was it?” You tell, but before you could take it, he stops your arm. “Wait… it was over the car seat. But, please, look at this…” he says and puts another photo next to it.

“L-Law…”

“I didn’t know, I promise”

“It can’t be, was your dad…?

“Yes, it was” …

Both of you start crying, recognizing how linked both of you are…

Law takes his finger to your cheek, wiping a single tear. You do the same, wiping the tears from his cheeks. “I’m so sorry…” he whispers. “Don’t…” you tell him, and you two hug. Pressing your bodies, you find the comfort, the warmth of home. That feeling you only experience when you know you are safe…

Your faces so close, your eyes fixed. The sun slowly rising, invading the place with lilac and orangey tones. Law is fighting not to kiss you, and you frankly too.

“Fuck it” you whisper and plant a sweet kiss over his lips. And that’s the spark you two needed to become fire. You set all your zipper free, no more clothes. You sit over his lap, both kissing so passionately, tongues playing with each other’s. Law cries, you cry. But you two smile pressing your foreheads.

You see how the scratches on his arm became scars already. You grab his arm and kiss softly over each wound. “Don’t do this ever again, please. If you have the need, talk to me, tell me, I’ll be there to help you…” you tell him, looking straight into his soul. Poor thing…

“I missed you” he says. “I missed you, too” you tell him. Even if you haven’t seen each other for some hours, your souls missed each other so much. You kiss him so relieved… your head keeps telling you stop, until the arousal drowns every single sign of reason.

Law gabs your thighs and stands up, carrying you to the bed. He softly puts you over the mattress, and he settles over your body. Gently kissing your neck, Law takes his time. His hands grazing your breasts so softly. “I want to make sweet love to you, I want to be gentle, I want it slow” he says, because he doesn’t want to hurt you. You smile and take your hands to his face. “Do it slow and do it faster. Do it gentle, and do it rough…make love to me, Law” you tell him.

His “death” hands travel from your neck to your waist, and even lower. His fingers buried on your hips as his mouth reaches your sex. “Spread, babe” he asks with a soft tone. You do it right away. “Good girl, now put your legs over my shoulders”. And so, you do.

Law’s mouth attacks your core, licking, tasting, devouring your juices. He little by little kneels on the bed, pushing you up. Your legs are still over his shoulders, he has better access to your core as he keeps giving you the best oral sex you ever experienced. You grab the sheets, pull from them, as your climax begins to arrive. Law presses your lower belly, while he sucks your clit. “Come on, come for me” he says, muzzled by your anatomy.

You are about to burst, and Law penetrates you with his middle finger and ring finger. The licking, the pressure, the fingering… you come, squirting, bathing his whole torso with your juices, as they come out with such pressure Law is not able to receive it all with his mouth.

“Such a good girl” he says, letting your legs over the mattress. You are panting, that position somehow made everything better… “L-Law…?” you mumble, still trembling from the orgasm you just had.

“What, baby?” He asks while wiping the rest of your climax off his chin with the back of his hand. “Don’t you ever stop fucking me like this” you tell him, so naturally, so unplanned.

“I won't, I won't ever stop”.

Law lays in bed, next to him, enjoying how you come back to normal, and the blushed on your cheeks that screams how good your orgasm felt. But he wants more, and of course, you too.

“Come here” he says and helps you to turn around. He is spooning you; you feel his hard member over your glutes. Law passes his right arm under your neck, and the left one reaches your left nipple. He pinches it, twists it. Law takes his index to your mouth and makes you suck it. “Wet it real good” he commands. Your teeth graze the E tattooed on his finger while sucking it so sexily.

The same finger, shiny from your saliva, is now tracing circles again over your nipple. You moan, it feels so good. He gropes you with his dick, your back feels the warmth of his inked chest. You push your ass against his member, trapping it in between both cheeks. Law grunts, and moves up and down, frotting his hard shaft over your rear entrance.

Your hand reaches for the surgeon’s hip. You carve your nails on his skin, pulling you even closer to you.

“Fuck me, fuck me now”. “If that’s what you want…” he says, while he bites your neck. The hand that was playing with your nipple now grabs his dick. He aligns it with your entrance, lubricating the tip with your dripping arousal. He slaps the shaft against your labia, forming strings of precum mixed with your juices.

His gland playfully hits your clit, and you squirm with it. But you burn with the need of being penetrated, filled by him. “I want you inside, please” you beg. “You want me inside? How much do you want it?” Law says pressing his mouth against your cheek, his beard grazing your skin. “Fill me up, I want it so bad. Fuck me, now…” you whine.

“Ok, my darling. Just because my shirt suits you so well” he says and kissing the side of your mouth he penetrates you so slow, little by little stretching your walls. The feeling of the tip going in and out, without fully penetrating you deep, sends you to heaven as it grazes your g spot. You can only whine his name, feeling as he gradually goes deeper, in and out.

You can feel Law’s wicked smile over your cheek as he finally penetrates you to the deepest point he can reach. Your walls clench around his member as he speeds up the pace. “Babe, you feel so good, so tight” he moans in your ear. The sound of his voice could kill you if it was meant for it.

You moan soundly, sure the neighbours could hear you, but unable to hold back as Law is now fucking you mercilessly. Soon the climax road is taken, and you are sure getting to it.

“I want to see your face while you come” Law says, and quickly turns you around. Classic missionary position, the most perfect man over you, his whole anatomy, sweating, panting.

Law puts your arms up your head, grabbing your wrists together. His body lean over you while he pounds into you, violent, deliciously thrusts. The way the muscles of his torso tightens when his hips move in and out are art, the finest piece of art you have ever seen.

And inevitably, both of you reach orgasms. This time, Law focused on your face, he didn’t bite his lip, he didn’t choke you, he didn’t lose track of reality. Law this time was being driven by love, by the only need of loving you, of making you happy… of not losing you.

You come, and so does he. Law fills you with his creamy seed. He collapses over you, still with his dick inside you, pushing his milk deep in you. Returning his breathing back to normal, he whispers into your ear “I think I’m still in love with you”.

“Still? What do you mean?” You ask, confused...

CH.5

[tuiccim]

Get in Here Now!

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 1368

Warnings: Smut, 18+, NSFW, Smutty smutness. 

Summary: Smut with no real plot. You text Bucky to come to your room for a game of cat and mouse.

Get in here now. It's an emergency!

Bucky looks at the text on his phone from you and his heart drops.

He looks over at Steve and Sam engrossed in the movie and slips out of the room. No one knows about the two of you. You had decided to keep it low profile for now. Bucky makes a bee line for your room and bursts in. "Doll, you okay?"

You slam the door behind him and push him against it. "Yes." You look up at him as you drop to your knees, pull his sweats down, and take him in your mouth before he can react.

"Doll!" Bucky moans as his head slams back against the door and eyes close.

You answer with your own moan as you feel him harden as you work your magic. His hands slide to the back of your head but you grab them and hold them down on each side of him for a moment before releasing him. This was your show and he was going to be a good for you or you'd stop. He was usually the dominant one but for this vignette he would take his cues from you.

You release his wrists and slide your hands up along his thighs until your right palms his balls and your left encircles his shaft. Another moan escapes him as you take him as deep as you can licking along his underside until your lips meet your hand. You pull back and look up at him with his swollen tip still pressed to your lips. "Do you like that, Sarge? Like feeling my hot mouth taking you?"

"Fuck, yes." He growls with a feral look in his eyes.

"You taste so good." You lick the tip of his cock and rub it over your lips. "Feel so good." You push him past your lips keeping a tight grip with your mouth while swirling your tongue around his length. You feel him twitch. He's itching to grab your head and fuck your mouth but he lets you continue the delicious torture you're putting him through. You hollow your cheeks and suck a few fast pumps before slowing and languidly licking him up and down again.

"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" He growls at you.

"Here lies Bucky Barnes. Death by cocksucking." You say and he chuckles until you suddenly suck him down as far as you can while pumping your hand.

Of their own volition his hands come up to grip your head again and you stop all your motions. You pull away from him and stand up looking at him with hands on hips. You tut at him and shake your head, "You had one job, Sarge. Keep your hands to yourself."

"You know I'm not good at that. Now, come here." Bucky crooks a finger at you.

You grin devilishly, "Nope."

"I said come here, Doll." Bucky's voice darkens.

"If you can't listen I don't have to either, Sarge." You grin and begin backing away slowly.

Bucky stalks forward, shucking his clothes as he comes toward you. "One way or another we're gonna finish what you started."

"Well, you lost your chance at the one way so I guess you're gonna have to figure out the other." You throw at him playfully.

"Naked, now." Bucky commands and your knees feel weak.

You know you're playing with fire and it sends a thrill through you. "Make me." You whisper and turn to run.

You barely make it three steps before Bucky catches you up in his arms, throws you facedown on the bed, straddles your backside and rips your clothing from your body.  “Gonna fuck you into the mattress, Doll. Had to run that fucking mouth, didn’t you?”

“Tried to do other things with it, Sarge, but someone couldn’t keep his hands to himself.” You sass, earning a pair of ripped panties and a smack to your bare ass.

“You gotta recognize when the tables turn, princess.” Bucky moves off of you to reposition himself and you take the opportunity to escape. He grabs you by the ankle before you make it off the bed and pulls you back under him. “You can’t get away now.” He holds your wrists down above your head as he licks and bites along the back of your neck. His hard cock is pressed to your ass as he positions himself above you. “You ready, princess?”

“Been ready, Sarge. What’s taking you so long? All talk?” You sass and then cry out as Bucky snaps his hips forward. He enters you in one swift movement nearly knocking the breath from you. 

“Fuck, Doll. You’re so wet. You love getting me all worked up, don’t you?” Bucky groans as he pumps into you relentlessly. The coil in you tightening as he works.

“Yes!” Is the only word you can get out of your mouth. Bucky's thrusts against your backside sending you into the mattress with each snap. You can barely breathe, let alone speak as he fills you and fucks you. 

Bucky pulls out suddenly and you whine at the loss. He flips you over, puts your legs on his shoulders and nearly bends you in half as he fucks into you. The new angle hits your g spot with each deep snap of his hips. 

“Bu-Bucky! Bucky!” You cry out. 

“That’s right, princess. I’m gonna fuck you mindless. The only thing that sassy mouth will be able to say is my name.” Bucky growls as his hips slam into you. The coil in you snaps and you cry out your release. “Not done with you yet, princess.” Bucky flips you over again, grabs your hips, and sets a brutal pace. You cry out at the onslaught. Bucky’s metal fingers find your clit and work it restlessly as he pounds into you. Your second orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks and you cry Bucky’s name as you cum. 

You’re limp as a ragdoll when Bucky rolls onto his back and sits you on top of him. “My turn, princess. Let’s go.”

“Bucky” You whimper. 

“Fucked the sass right out of you, didn’t I, princess?” Bucky chuckles. 

His words rouse you from your stupor and with a smirk you begin moving. You roll your hips and watch as Bucky’s face contorts from pleasure. You moan seeing his expression and squeeze your muscles around his cock. You increase your speed. Bucky grabs your hips and begins thrusting up into you. And then you stop. Leaning forward you put your hands on Bucky's chest and smirk at him as he growls gripping your hips to the point of bruising.

"I think there's still some sass left, Sarge." You grin wickedly at him. "Want me to keep going? Say please."

Menacingly, Bucky growls, "Princess."

"Wrong p word." You smirk and Bucky attempts to pull you back down onto his cock, but you fight against him. Your legs are strong enough to keep you from moving too far as his hands combat sweat slick skin. "Say please, Sarge."

He grabs your hair and pulls your face down to his, "Now, princess."

You laugh as he attempts to regain his dominance. "Say please and I'll ride you hard."

He grunts, his face working, until finally he pushes through clenched teeth, "Please."

You lower yourself back on him, lean back placing your hands on his thighs, and begin riding him in earnest. Hips working furiously. His moans fill the air while one hand grips your thigh and the other rubs circles on your clit. It takes barely a minute for you to reach climax. Your mouth wide open emitting keening sounds as you shudder and clench around Bucky's cock. 

"Fuck, Doll." Bucky groans just before his body shakes with an intense orgasm.

You collapse on his chest, breathing hard. Bucky rolls you both to your sides. He looks at you with a smile, "It's never going to be boring with you, is it?"

You smile at him brilliantly, "Nope."

---

In the hallway, Sam and Steve are passing your room.

"They still think no one knows, huh?" Sam smirks.

"Probably should tell them the walls aren't soundproof." Steve laughs.

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Masterlist

[ioon]

Shigaraki x Reader (nsfw)

It’s Just a Game

Content:

- creampie - degrading language - rough sex -

“Aha!! Finally! Eat dirt Shiga!”

“Goddamn it (Y/n) I swear-“

Shigaraki bit back something vulgar, you could tell by how he stopped himself, but you couldn’t help but laugh instead. It was fun watching him get cranky, his ego cracking every time you beat him in his favorite game. It's about time someone knocked him down a few pedestals.

“Oh sorry what was that?” You leaned in closer to him, pretending like you didn’t hear what he just said, “I can’t hear you over how I just kicked your ass.” You laughed louder, dramatically kicking your feet in the air. Yeah sure you were being extra, but fuck it, am I right?

He sucked his teeth in response, tossing the controller across the messy room. “Shut the fuck up.” He said bitterly, and you dramatically clutched your chest, mouthing the words ‘owch.’ He rolled his eyes, “You just got lucky, there’s nothing to it.”

“So I got lucky four times in a row then, huh?” You smiled smugly at him, and he snarled.

“Keep talking and-“

“You’ll beat me at another game? Yeah save it.” You stood, tossing the controller onto the pillow you sat on, “While you’re busy sulkin’ imma get a snack, a winner does deserve some R&R, dontcha think?”

“Get the fuck out before I kill you.”

You let out a cheesy ‘teehee’ before sticking your tongue out and leaving.

••

You stretched as you made your way back in the room with a full belly, turns out Kurogiri had some good grub hiding away. Now? You were in for a nap. Throwing your body onto Shigaraki’s bed, you cuddled one of the many pillows he had and huffed, he would just have to sleep on the floor tonight. You were just about to fall into a much needed slumber until your body was suddenly flipped, and without much time to react, your hands were bound to the headboard. “What the fuuuuck?” Is all you could let out as you squint to see who dared to straddle your waist, and to little to no surprise it was- drumroll please… Shigaraki. “What in the hell are you doing?” You barked, yanking at the belt that ruthlessly dug into your skin.

“Playing a game I know I can beat you in.”

“Are you kidding? And what’s that huh?” You asked, completely naive to his intentions, “How am I even going to play a game like thi”

“God you’re such a dumb bitch.” He smirked to himself, and you couldn’t help but close your legs at the rude remark, “Not even sure how you beat me so many times that being true, but that doesn’t matter now.”

His hand gripped your hair, yanking it back while he leaned in close, his voice raspy, “I bet you’re wondering what this game is, hm?”

You groaned, bucking your hips in hopes to toss him off you, but it didn’t do anything, which did not surprise you. “God! What is it already? And your yanking hurts.!” You yelped, and he only pulled harder, causing teardrops to sting the corners of your eyes.

“So impatient, but fine, whoever cums first, loses.”

“What?” you choked out nervously.

“I know you fucking heard me.” He snapped back, and he was right, you did hear him, but you couldn’t quite grasp it, the same goes for the bulged you felt poking into your stomach, everything was moving too fast, and happening too suddenly. “You wanna be a bratty bitch huh?” His words pulled you from your thoughts as he nipped at your throat, leaving red bite marks down your exposed neck, you whimpered in response, legs softly kicking underneath him

“Shigaraki you’ve.. you’ve gotta be kidding me.! We can just play another video game you nerd!” You huffed, trying to shake your head- but the rough hand gripping your hair didn’t let you move without wincing.

“Shut up before I gag you.”

You closed your mouth, lips pressed tightly together as you squirmed underneath him- but instead of getting off, his hand held your shirt, all five, disintegrating the fabric, leaving you exposed to the cool air, and his gaze. “I’ll never get used to this.” he mumbled to himself, his hand ridding of your bra next, and soon you were completely bare.

You gasped, “This is embarrassing Shiga.!”

“Mm yeah it is..” he finally moved his hand from your hair, but quickly put them to use by exploring your body. His rough fingers prickled your skin, sending gentle shivers up your spine. “God you’re so fucking sexy..”

You felt your cheeks heat up, “You’ve seen me a thousand times alrea- ah!” His hands gripped your breasts, fondling and kneeding at your soft tits, all the while he put his mouth to work; tongue swirling around your already hard nipple, sucking on the bud before biting ever so softly. You let out soft moans, your back arching at the much wanted attention and for fucks sake why was this nerd so good at this.. you couldn’t help but rub your legs together, desperate for any type of friction while Shigaraki slurped and kissed your breasts hungrily.

“I love your tits..”

You quivered, rolling your hips against Shiga’s, his blunt words doing things to you, “Please just.. fuck me already..” You begged, something you hated doing but- today was an acception. You didn’t give two shits about this little game he was playing, all you wanted now was his cock stretching you out.

“So eager to lose, too bad you don’t have a say in shit (y/n).” You felt his breathy laugh heat up your wet chest before he sat up, shuffling to where his crotch was just below your breasts.

“What’re you-“

“Can you be more naive?” He unzipped his pants, his thick cock springing out as he freed himself, “I’m gonna fuck your tits.” With that his hands worked at the belt tying you down, “Hold your tits together, tightly.” He commanded, and you listened.

“After this..” you looked up at him through your eyelashes, “you’ll.. fuck me.. right.?”

“Hmm..” he looked down at you, haphazardly stroking his cock, your hands pressing your pretty tits together, puppy eyes staring up at him. Fuuuck.. did you look delicious.. if he didn’t set that stupid ass rule, he would be balls deep in your cunt. “We’ll see.” He replied dryly, hands moving to grip the headboard for support as he pushed his cock in between your breasts, his hips moved slowly, slicking the tight space with his precum before he slowly picked up the pace. He shuddered when you pressed harder against him, practically milking his cock. “Ah.. if you’re a good little slut then.. mmh.. then maybe.”

You whined, feeling your cunny gush as you watched your boyfriend’s dick fuck your tits. You wanted more.. you wanted his cum.

Your tongue stuck out and opened wide, lifting your head slightly to catch the tip of his cock in your mouth, sucking up whatever musky precum leaked out.

You felt him buck, his hips snapping forward whenever he pulled back. “Oh fuck you’re such a whore.. a little slut.” He growled, the sight of you desperately trying to get him off.. did things to him, “You like that huh? Me using your tits as my fucktoy?” He thrusted harder, and you moaned in response. “Use your fucking words.”

“Yes.. yes I like it..” you said shyly, “I like it when you use me.. Tomura..”

Something in him snapped, the way you said his name, how you practically moaned it.. “Fuckfuckfuck..!” He groaned loudly, throwing his head back, the want- no, the need to cum all over you overcame him. Fuck this who ever cums first loses shit, tonight he was going to decorate your body with his seed.

You could only let out tiny whimpers as your boyfriend leaked all over you, “Fuck (Y/n)” he looked down at you, “open wide for me, m’ so close..” he breathed out, and you complied, your mouth widened as you gazed up at him, doughy eyes practically begging for it. “Fuck… yeah.. keep looking at me like that whore..”

His thrusts became sloppier, desperate as he chased his own release, and soon enough it came- or should I say he came. Thick ropes of cum spewed out of his slit, most of the milk landing on your tongue, but it still covered your tits and face. He slowed down, dragging out his thrusts as you squeezed and sucked out any cum that stuck to his tip. “You’re such a good fucking girl, you know that right?” He growled out before getting off you, his cock somehow still hard. “Now strip slut.”

Your face couldn’t get redder as you peeled off your thin shorts, along with your soaked panties. He hummed in approval, “Hands and knees, stick your ass out too, like a good girl.” You huffed, all these commands.. but you listened, flipping to your tummy and pushing yourself up, your ass in the air.

“Come on Tomura…” you mumbled, “Pleaaseee..”

A hard slap came down on your cheeks, leaving them stinging, “Shut the fuck up bitch. God, why are you so needy?” His hands roughly gripped your waist, long unkept fingernails digging into your plush skin as he held you still. “Who’s cock are you a slut for, hm?” You felt his wet tip slick against your pussy, rubbing against your hard clit teasingly.

Your back arched, making an attempt to push yourself against his cock, fuck if he wasn’t holding you down right now.. “Please To-“ another slap met your ass, interrupting your pathetic pleading.

“You don’t listen do you?”

You pushed your face into his pillow guiltily, he groaned annoyingly in response, he was tired of playing. How his cock twitched against your entrance, craving to fill you to the brim while he watched you beg for it to end.. shit..

He couldn’t wait.

His thick cock pushed into you, stretching out your tight little cunny, “You feel so good..” he groaned, slowly inching farther into you.

Your pussy felt full already, he had no right to have this big of a dick… you gripped the blankets underneath you, pulling gently as you moaned out.

You heard him whimper as your walls twitched around him, he sat there for a moment before thrusting ruthlessly, catching you by surprise. “F-fuck.!” You cried out, your body bouncing as he slipped in and out of your cunny. His cock went impossibly deeper every time he met your waist, the room filling with lewd sounds of your pussy being fucked and your desperate moans.

“P-please.! Tomura.! Too.. too fast..” you whimpered, his cock kissing your cervix every time he thrusted in, shaping your cunny to fit him perfectly.

“Fuuck..!” His hand came down on your sore ass, again, and again, and again, you were crying by the time he finished. Your tears staining the pillow under you as he fucked you senseless, the pain and pleasure leaving you in a stupor. “That’s what a slut like you gets.” He grunted, his hips moving impossibly faster, “You asked for this didn’t you? For your boyfriend to fuck the shit out of this sloppy pussy?”

“Mmh..! Ah! More.! Make me..” you whimpered, your hips bucking against him, “please make me cum..”

He gladly took the invitation, reaching his hand to your dripping cunt, “You’re so damn horny aren’t you..” he growled into your ear, “Your juices are practically wetting the bed… just begging to be used more..”

Your back arched against him as his finger rubbed your clit, slowly swirling around the hard bud while he rutted against you. You couldn’t do anything but tremble and whimper, your sweet cunny twitching around his thrusting cock, his fingers adding to the much welcomed pleasure.

You could feel it coming, your body began to tense, eyes rolling as your mouth gaped open. “Yes.! Yesyes..!!” Your legs clenched around Tomura’s wrist as he sped up, finger rolling roughly against your clit as his thrusts continued to be unforgiving, his own release just around the corner.

“M’ gonna fill you up (y/n), god you’re gonna be so full when I’m done..” he cooed, nibbling at your neck greedily.

Shit.. a wave of intense pleasure ran through you, your toes curling all the while pathetic moans filled the room, Tomura’s fingers slowly riding out your climax, the rough pads of his finger gently pressing on your clit, all the while his cock did the same, his pace slowing, letting you fall from your high.

You were left tired, your chest falling to the bed below, your arms too weak to keep yourself up, “Thank you… thank you Tomura..” you mumbled, your mind in a daze as he slicked his finger along your cunny one more time before bringing it to your mouth. You didn’t think twice before opening up to suck on his digits, tongue swirling around his fingers, lathering your tongue with your own musky-sweet taste.

You heard him whisper something, but that didn’t matter, his thrusts picked up the pace again, hands once again digging into your waist as he bottomed out in your cunny, his balls slapping against your sensitive clit sent shocks up your spine, waking you up immediately. “N-Nghh!!” You let out choked whines as he used you, your body bouncing embarrassingly against him.

“Fuck I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum (y/n)..” he grunted, his breath loud and heavy as he threw his head back, your pussy feeling hot and tight around his cock, no matter how many times he fucked you stupid. His nails dug painfully in your flesh again, you could feel your skin aching as he gripped you.

“Please.. please.. cum..”

Your words snapped something inside of him; his thrusts became sporadic, sloppy even as you felt thick hot pools of cum fill you. He pumped a few more times, your little pussy milking him greedily as his seed began to spill from your tight hole, a lewd mess of both of your juices staining the sheets.

“Fuuuck (y/n)...” he hummed lowly, pulling out slowly to watch all his cum spill out of you, the sudden emptiness making you whine. You expected him to lay next to you but instead he spread your cheeks to get a better view, your twitching hole gaping, leaking. “God you’re so sexy.. can you cum for me one more time?”

His lips met your cunny suddenly, causing your hips to buck sharply. He sloppily slurped up everything you spilled, and soon he worked at your clit, tongue rolling against it, swirling longingly. “F-Fuck!!” You yelped, this was- way too much, “Tomura I- I can’t, no.!” You pleaded, clearly overstimulated, but he couldn’t care less. Instead of listening, he sucked harshly on the hard bud, leaving you squirming under his mouth.

“God.. you taste good with my cum in you..” he mumbled, kissing your cunny before dragging a long tripe up your folds, he was greedy, “You’re gonna cum on my face,” he slapped your ass harshly, gripping it afterwards, “you hear me bitch?”

You whimpered pathetically, too blinded by Tomura’s tongue slipping against you to respond. It didn’t take long before you were biting the pillow under you, feeling your cunny tighten as his tongue made short thrusts in and out your pussy. The familiar feeling engulfed you, pure bliss swallowed you while as you came on his mouth, your cunt gushing all over his face.

“Mm (y/n) you did so good..” sat up, letting your hips fall as he laid beside you, “for a stupid bitch in heat that is.” He said cockily as his arm pulled you close, your tired body laying against him.

“Oh just.. shut up..” you groaned annoyingly. The temptation to roll to the other side of the bed nicked at you- but if you were honest, his warm body flush against yours made you feel nice. “You still lost your own game..” you murmured.

“Fucking smartass.” He gripped your chin, forcing you to face him, “Even after I made you feel like bliss, you’re still a fucking pain in the ass.”

His lips met yours, it was a sweet, simple kiss before he let you go, allowing your head to rest on his forearm.

“You still love me though..” you said tiredly.

“.. Sure sure, go to sleep already.”

[lacontroller1991]

Hayloft (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Author’s Note: Will be based off of the song “Hayloft” by Mother Mother

Summary: Bucky stays at Clint’s farm due to hydra following him, reader is Clint’s daughter and one day she comes across Bucky topless doing farm work and smut follows.

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Warnings: Smut 18+ - fluffy sex, vaginal sex

Bucky Barnes has been on your farm for exactly 3 weeks, 4 days and 2 minutes. Not that you were keeping track though. You’re Clint’s oldest daughter, and he wouldn’t let you leave the farm, not wanting to risk you or any one of your siblings and mother get captured by hydra, so once Bucky had moved to the farm, you were instantly curious as to who he was and why he was there. After asking your dad, all you got was a name, so you did some research.

“Winter Soldier?” You asked yourself, continuing to read the numerous articles that had popped up. Slamming your laptop shut, you looked out your window and saw him picking up hay barrels and loading them onto the truck. He was attractive and dangerous, and it’s been forever since you have gotten laid, and you were almost positive he hasn't gotten laid in a long time either. Say what it is, but you were incredibly drawn to him, not just because he was attractive, not just because he was there, but because you wanted to know the real Bucky Barnes and not what the internet makes him out to be. Standing up, you moved to the kitchen and got out a pitcher of fresh lemonade that Laura had made. Grabbing two glasses, you poured out the yellow liquid before heading out the door, walking to where he was hard at work, watching the way sweat dripped down him. You tried to clear your heard as you approached him. Sensing you were there, he turned around with a small smile.

“Hey (Y/N), can I help you with something?” He asked. That was another thing about him that drew you to him, he was always eager to help around and make sure he wasn’t being a burden to anyone.

“Nah, thanks though. I brought you some lemonade, figured you could use something cold,” you replied, handing him a glass as he generously accepted it, gulping it down, You watched him curiously and he seems to notice.

“What do you want to know?” He asked with a slight frown, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“What?”

“You’re staring, what do you want to know?” You shook your head, glancing at him with a small smile.

“Nothing, just was wondering if you ever wanted to talk, I’m here,” you replied as he gave a small smile back.

“Thanks,” nodding your head, you returned back to your house to prep for dinner.

That night, Bucky had found himself dreaming about you instead of the normal nightmares that usually came. Stirring awake, he looked around the room before getting up and heading to the bathroom, noticing a small light emitting from your room. Knocking gently on the door, he was surprised when you had actually opened up, standing there in a tank top and shorts.

“Can’t sleep?” You asked as he shook his head, opening the door wider, you allowed him to enter your room, letting him look around before patting a seat next to you on your bed. Hesitantly, he sat down and fiddled with his hands.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Nah, it’s nothing, just thought we could talk, if the offer still stands,” he mumbled looking at you as you smiled.

“Of course.”

He soon came to your room every night, the two of you talking about whatever, sometimes he even fell asleep on your bed, no nightmares in sight. You and him had gotten close and Clint noticed. Pulling you aside, he looked around for the assassin before talking to you.

“Why have you and him become close, you shouldn’t do that sweetheart,” he started as you scoffed, looking at your dad.

“He’s a human, he has feelings and he just needs someone to talk to, so we talk,” you replied as he shook his head.

“I don’t want you around him, he’s dangerous. He killed people.”

“He was brainwashed.”

“He almost killed Nat,” Clint begged as you rolled your eyes.

“Nat’s dangerous too, probably more so, she was never brainwashed, she made those choices, he never did, it wasn’t him,” looking at your dad, you pulled him in for a hug, “I’m not gonna stop talking to him, yes he’s killed people but so have you, for the same reason. A job is a job, doesn’t make anyone less of a person,” you stated as he gave you a small smile.

“You’re right, just be careful okay?” Nodding your head you ran out of the house to where Bucky was working, only this time he was shirtless. Your mouth immediately went dry at the sight as you stared.

“You’re staring again,” Bucky stated, looking over to you, noticing the blush, “like what you see?” He joked, expecting you to reject him, over his metal arm and where it met his shoulder.

“What if I do?” You retorted with a smirk, crossing your arms as he gave you a small smile.

“Then you have a messed up taste in guys.” He mumbled to himself, not knowing that you heard him.

“Nope, I am insanely attracted to the bad boys,” you commented, coming closer to him, watching him tense up as your hands fell onto his chest, “you can’t actually expect me not to look when you’re standing here looking like this.” You retorted, surprised at your confidence.

“Doll, you shouldn’t do this,” Bucky whispered as you smiled at him.

“Why not?” Tracing his abs, he looked down at you, deep in thought.

“I could hurt you,” he gritted through his teeth, trying to control himself.

“The Winter Soldier can. Bucky Barnes? I don’t think he could hurt a fly.” Leading him to the barn, you climbed up the ladder, expecting him to follow. When he didn’t, you placed your hands on your hips and released a sigh.

“Do I really have to spell it out for ya?” You asked as he stared at you, flabbergasted at what you were insinuating. Still, he climbed up the ladder, half hard at the thoughts of what was about to go down. Standing there awkwardly, he looked at you, waiting what you were going to do next.

“Doll, I really don't think I can do this,” he stated but you shook your head.

“No, you do. You’re just scared of what could happen. Let me do it then,” you replied, gently shoving him down and getting on top of him, slowly rolling your hips against his as you placed his hands on your hips. Leaning down, you gently kissed him, immediately he kissed back, your lips moulding together as you tangled your fingers in his hair. Pulling away, you removed your shirt, leaving you in your bra. You could see the hesitation in his eyes but you just smiled at him.

“It’s okay, Bucky, let go of your mind,” you whispered as he nodded, lips immediately going to your neck, placing kisses all down your neck, trailing down to your left breast where he placed a gentle kiss as you threw your head back, still rubbing your hips against his. His hands went to your back and unclasped your bra. Tossing it to the side, his lips attached to your left nipple while his hand played with the other. Moaning at the sensation, you closed your eyes and reveled in the feeling.

His lips returned to yours in a soft kiss that you smiled into, although your lower body was needing some friction.

“Do you want to do this?” You asked as he eagerly nodded, not trusting his voice right now. Smiling, your hands moved to unbutton your pants and he removed his. Removing your pants and underwear, you moved back to him, straddling him again, rubbing your folds against his length as he moaned at the feeling.

“God, doll, that feels good,” he whispered as you gave him a lopsided grin.

“Just you wait,” you replied, taking his length in your hand before lining up your entrance with the tip of his cock. Sliding down onto him, you both moaned as you got used to his size. He was definitely the biggest you’ve had, not the you were complaining. His hands moved to your hips, grasping onto them as you began to move up and down on his cock slowly, getting used to the feeling and trying to live in the moment for as long as possible. 

“Babe, you’re so fucking tight,” he moaned, bucking up into you hard as you gasped at the feeling. Worried that he had hurt you, he immediately stopped, looking over you for any sign of discomfort but was met with none. Thrusting up into you again, he watched as your hands fell behind you and your eyes rolled back into your head. Picking up the pace, he fell into a constant rhythm, enjoying the way your breasts bounced with each thrust. Flipping you over, he hovered over you, hitching your legs around his hips as he buried his head into your neck, hitting into you harder than before, causing you to scream out his name.

“You gotta be quiet for me, Doll, don't want your pop knowing what we’re up to,” he whispered into your ear, stuffing your underwear in your mouth to keep you from making loud noises. Your eyes rolled back as he continued thrusting into you, finding your g-spot and angling himself to hit it better. Spitting out the underwear, you looked into his eyes and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Bucky, I’m close.”

“Me too darling,” he replied as his thrusts became more erratic, with one last thrust you came around his cock, your walls tightening around him as you released a moan. Milking out your orgasm, he felt his come quickly. Pulling out of you, he tapped you to sit up as he stood up.

“Open,” he commanded. Doing as he requested, you stuck out your tongue as he jacked off into your mouth, coming with a grunt as he watched your mouth collect his cum before swallowing. Pulling you up with him, he stared into your eyes before kissing you, tasting himself on your tongue.

“That was amazing,” you whispered as he hummed in agreement, picking a stray piece of hay from your hair as you laughed.

“We need to do that again,” he replied as you nodded in agreement. Collecting your clothes, you both quickly got dressed and exited the barn, startled to see your younger sister there.

“What were you two doing?” She asked innocently as I knelt in front of her and brushed her hair to the side.

“I was helping Bucky move some hay,” you replied as she eyed you skeptically.

“You’re shirt’s on backwards. Don’t worry, I won't tell dad,” he whispered as you smiled and Bucky looked away bashfully.

“Thank you sweetheart.” She nodded before running away to play with her brothers. You looked over at Bucky who had a smile plastered on his face.

“My room? Tonight?”

“You bet.”

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Fiendish Flora

18+ MINORS DNI (I hate that I have to put this, you will be blocked)

Sukuna x Fem!Reader x Yuji Itadori

Warnings: d*bcon, "Sir, sensei, my king", biting, blo*d, clit slapping, chok!ing, Sukuna is a little shit. monster f^cking?

A.N: This is my first Sukuna/Yuji fic and I'm honestly super proud of it! Yuji is over 18 (duh)

“F-fuck you know, you’re gonna get me fired.”

“Oh sweetness, with everything you know” Sukuna licks a hot wet stripe from your drooling hole to your swollen clit. “- they would kill you.”

Ha, he’s not wrong.

The only other person who knows the dirty little secrets of the higher ups is Gojo sensei, but he’s too important for them to kill. You on the other hand are not particularly important, just a foreign exchange student with a gift for wielding curse magic perfect for reconnaissance. When the council asked you to keep a close eye on Yuji Itadori you jumped at the chance to prove yourself as an asset to the school. Not only that, but a large part of you wanted to meet the king of curses and see what he was all about.

A bite to your clit brings you out of your thoughts and you yelp.

“What the fuck?!”

“Did you think I would take kindly to my darling spacing out while I’m graciously servicing her?” He leans up and brings his hand down to smack your clit. “Now that deserves a punishment, don’t you think.” The sadistic glint in his sin red eyes is intoxicating, its potency increased exponentially when his second set roams your exposed body.

“And I just thought of the perfect one.” Your demonic lover sits up from his position, the bottom half of his face covered in your slick and closes his eyes.

You watch him for a moment, a smirk on your face that drops as soon as the markings fade from his skin and the 23-year-old Yuji slumps forward onto you.

You catch him by the shoulders before he can head butt you and move him to lay next to you.

You have got to be fucking kidding me! How am I gonna explain this?

Before you can even think of sneaking out of his room the man wakes up and looks directly at you. “L/N Sensei? What- “

You flinch when he stops talking and look away in shame.

“Are you? Did you? Are you sleeping with him!?”

You don’t answer, what’s the point when you’re in his room, naked and disheveled looking.

“But… he’s a curse… a king of curses… and I thought you didn’t like me.” You turn your face back to him when you hear the hurt in his voice.

“I’m sorry, but I’m sleeping with the demon possessing your body and you’re worried because you think I don’t like you?” Remembering your state of undress, you cross your arms trying to retain some sort of modesty. No wonder Sukuna thought this would be a punishment, what the hell is wrong with this kid?

“Well… yeah! This was my body first, so if you hated me why would you fuck me?”

“For the love of- I don’t hate you Itadori!” You stand and throw your hands up, causing your naked breasts to bounce and effectively captivating Yuji. Noticing his stares, you walk closer and grab his chin, tilting his head to look up at you. “I don’t hate you love, but it’s not very professional of me to be sleeping with the person I’m supposed to be monitoring.”

He sits there for a moment and you are aware of how different he looks from Sukuna, not unattractive, just... different.

“Well, it’s not really professional of you to be sleeping with a demon either Sensei.” Yuji stands up, you try to pull back, but he grabs your hips to keep you in place. “And since that is worse than sleeping with me, I say why not?” Dipping his face down to yours he stops just short of your lips, looking at you for permission. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, tilting your face just a smidge before he crashes his lips against yours.

He growls into the kiss, pulling you closer by the hips to grind his hardening cock against your belly. His kisses are passionate but not nearly as feral as Sukuna’s. He is actually a really good kisser, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck and swipe your tongue over his lips.

“Having fun darling?” You both break apart when you hear the voice, a mouth appearing on one of Yuji’s cheeks. “You know brat, this was supposed to be a punishment.”

Your eyes go wide, Yuji glancing at you and smirking before replying. “You’ve been fucking her for months, making me watch and you thought I would hold back?”

Before you can blink you are picked up and tossed onto the bed, letting out a quiet off and trying to sit up. There is a hand on your chest pushing you down and you look up to see Yuji and the mouth on his cheek smiling. It causes a shiver to run up your spine, whether from fear or arousal you honestly have no idea.

“Now it’s my turn.” He hikes your legs up on to his shoulders and looks down at your glistening cunt, licking his lips. “I finally get a fresh taste of this.”

“Itadori, are you su…” One of his hands clasps over your mouth, he doesn’t even look at you before he dives into your pussy, licking it sloppily. You moan and drop your head back, getting lost in the feeling until a tongue dips into your mouth.

“Mmphf!” You grab his hand and pull it away for a second catching a quick look at a mouth with a sharp toothed smile before it is once again attached to your face.

Sukuna’s tongue is long, licking all around the inside of your mouth, even going down your throat till you gag. You tried to pry the hand off your face again but the grip on either side of your face would tighten enough to be painful, so you stopped.

They’re gonna kill me with this.

Itadori’s hand and arm were blocking your view so lean your head back still making out with Sukuna. You move your hands to cup your breast only to have the hand on your face removed and placed on your throat.

Itadori lifts his face, most of it covered in a mix of cum and saliva and shakes his head. “This is a punishment sweetness, so that means you stay still.” The glint in your eyes must have told him that you were gonna say something back; his grip shifts to the side of your throat, stopping with his palm over your pulse and Sukuna bites you. “Behave.”

You flinch at the command, the word spoken through both men, melding their voices into something primal. “Okay, okay! I’ll be good.” You try to nod your head but the bite on your neck, as well as the hand on your throat make it a small movement.

There is a beat of silence before you feel a tongue lathing over your wound, Sukuna had bit hard enough to make you bleed. Not that it was a new experience, the king of curses was a sadistic bastard, but he always made sure you were willing.

I hope Itadori extends the same courtesy.

“Good, now let’s see if I can get this pretty pussy to squirt hmm?” Itadori goes back to eating your pussy, this time a little more controlled, while the hand at your throat drags down to one of your breast. You can feel Sukuna’s sharp teeth catching on the sensitive skin and you whine.

“I know you like my teeth darling, don’t make it sound like you dislike the pain.” The mouth had popped up on the top of the hand to mock you only to go back to the palm and tease your nipple.

“OH fuck. Yuji, if-if you wanna make me squirt you gotta use your fingers.” You speak softly, worried that he will take it the wrong way but he only hums and moves his mouth to drag his fingers through your slick.

“I know, but you taste so good. I only ever got to taste whatever lingered in my mouth when you two were done.” He pouts, his voice deceptively soft and whiney but you know better, especially when he dips two fingers in your tight heat and starts fucking you with them.

You moan, gripping the sheets beneath you in an attempt to not grab his wrist and fuck yourself on his hand.

“It isn’t enough, is it?”

You shake your head “No, more please Yuji.”

He chuckles and starts curling his fingers, it takes a couple tries but eventually he is rewarded with a moan from you. “Oh, is that the spot baby?”

“Yesyesyesyes.”

He speeds up his movements, leaning his head back down to suck on your clit. Sukuna still teasing your nipple with his mouth, nipping at it then sucking on the tender bud.

Your head is swimming, the stimulation of the mouths on your nipple and cunt bringing your orgasm to a head faster than normal. “I’m gonna cum, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.”

Sukuna lifts off your breast, pulling your nipple before he lets it go from between his teeth. “That’s it darling, cum on the kids face. We wanna hear you scream.”

You hear and feel Itadori growl into your cunt, the vibrations hitting your clit and throwing you over the edge. You let out a moan, your thighs closing on Itadori’s head while he continues fingering you. You try to recover from your orgasm, but he doesn’t slow down.

“He wanted to see you squirt, so he isn’t stopping until you do my love.”

You cry out, the overstimulation making your eyes water. “I know. I know, but it’s so much my king.”

You feel Itadori slow down for a moment at your words but quickly picking up the pace again.

“Oh? I think you made someone jealous darling.”

You open your mouth to reply but before any words come out two fingers are shoved into your mouth. You gag on them but quickly recover and close your lips around them, licking and sucking on them on impulse.

You see the mouth on the top of his hand and groan at the smug smile. “Yup, you pissed him off.”

Itadori doesn’t let you forget about him, sucking on your clit hard and pulling his hand out of your cunt to add another finger. He smirks when you scream around his fingers, the sound warbled and drool leaking from the sides of your mouth. It only takes a couple pumps before you are cumming, hard. The force of your orgasm causing your jaw to close on his hand while you coat the other one with cum. He takes his fingers out of your cunt, moving them to rub circles on your clit and watch you squirt.

“So fuckin hot Y/N. I knew you could do it.” He stares in wonder at you, but your eyes are closed, head flopped against the pillows in exhaustion. When you are done cumming he kisses your shaking thighs and moves to lay beside you. Itadori grabs your chin to gently pry your mouth open and remove his fingers. “Almost bit my fingers off though.”

“M’sorry Yuji.”

“She did a good job, wasn’t much of a punishment though.”

“You have three fingers in your cunt, a vacuum on your clit and two fingers in your mouth and tell me if it’s not a punishment.” You open one of your eyes to glare at Sukuna’s, the contrast of his demon ones and Itadori’s human ones is actually somewhat comforting. “I think I died for a second.” You sigh in exhaustion and curl into his chest, your breathing starting to slow as you feel the blackness of sleep roll in.

“Oh no no no sweetness.”

You are rolled onto your back, a very dick pressed against your thigh and your eyes shoot open.

“I still need to feel that cunt wrapped around my dick.”

“And maybe with some… creative thinking.” Itadori leans his head down so Sukuna’s mouth is level with your ear. “We can stuff you with both cocks. How does that sound?”

Oh fuck.

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Tomura Shigaraki x AllMight!Daughter!Reader

Chapter 10

Premis:

When The League of Villains discovers that AllMight has a daughter, they are quick to snatch you up and hold you hostage. Shigaraki had a careful and thought out plan, but that was before you got there. Now you’re in the mood for some not-so-healthy rebellion.

A/N:

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Word count: 1,818

Warnings: Minor violence

Chapter 9 Chapter 11

Loud announcement after loud announcement blasted from the speakers as the police spoke. Repeating the same few sentences over and over again. His stomach turned as anxiety took hold of him. Izuku Midoriya stood nearly a block away from the scene as he watched. He and Bakugou were given orders to sit on the perimeter and wait in case they were needed. Having experienced The League before, their assistance was helpful. But everyone was hoping it wouldn't be needed. For now, everyone's top priority was you. Bakugou huffed in frustration, folding his arms across his chest as he watched.

"I don't get it. We should just round them up while we still can. If we don't act fast, they'll slip out of our hands again." He growled.

"Arrest isn't our top priority right now. The hostage's safety is. We can't risk any harm coming to her. You know that." Midoriya answered. The blonde scoffed and spoke again after a long pause.

"I still can't believe it."

"Believe what?"

"That he has a daughter. You'd think he would have mentioned something like that by now. After all these years. Especially one with such a strong quirk."

"Yeah...I don't have kids of my own so, I don't know much about that but...It's odd isn't it? That he never mentioned her. Not even to us." Bakugou thought for a moment.

"Maybe it was the mom. Maybe she kept it that way. We don't know much about her."

"No...that doesn't sit right. Her mom seems intense, sure. But that's his daughter. I don't know about you, but if I had a kid like her, I wouldn't be able to stop talking about her. So, it doesn't make sense why someone like him..."

"They were young, right? About our age?"

"That's right."

"Think about it. If you and Ururaka got pregnant right now, what do you think would happen?"

"Thats different, she's a hero too-"

"No. Really. Think about it. If she told you tomorrow you were gonna have a kid, how would you feel?" Midorya thought for a moment.

"Scared, I guess."

"Would you slow down your hero work? After everything you've done, all the work you've put into this. Would you risk it all to be a proper father? And what about her? Would Ururaka be okay putting her life on hold for that kid? I doubt it."

"I see what you're saying. But that still doesn't explain why we're just finding out about her now."

"I'm sure he was just trying to protect her from shit like this happening. It's clear he still cares for her. It was probably his was of keeping her safe. As messed up as that is."

"I studied All Might my entire life. Became his successor and student. And still...I feel like I never really knew him until now."

"Mh."

"You're still my most valuable player. You're staying right here." Shigaraki's voice purred as his grip tightened around your arm. Pulling you closer to him. You felt your blood quickly rush up to your cheeks. The hot feeling coursing through your veins. You heard the loud squeak of a chair shifting across the floor. Your quirk unwittingly being activated. He ignored the sound, his deep red eyes glaring into yours as his scarred brow bone curved over them in a tight scowl. His eyes, so brilliant and full of passion. You were lost in them. Time always seemed to stop when he did this.

"Boss! We gotta get out of here! We can't fight them all!" Spinner shouted, tearing those eyes away from you. How long had he been starring at you? Was he just as lost as you? You were doubtful. If he was lost in anything, it was probably his rage. His grip on you loosened, slowly dropping your arm almost like he was reluctant to.

"The truck. Is the truck ready?"

"Yes, but I doubt we can get out of here without being caught."

"Of course not. That's why we'll need a distraction. Until then we need time. Toga, the phone, quick." She jumped at the command. Grabbing a smartphone of hers and quickly adjusting it to film. Shigaraki's hands quickly found your body again. But they weren't nearly as harsh as last time, just firm. Man handling you to appear threatening. One hand coming around your neck from behind to display his fingers, and the other around your arm. He pressed you against his body.

"Filming!" Toga shouted.

"You heroes should know better than to just barge into such a delicate situation. The conditions are simple. Make one wrong move, and the girl is dust. I'll even leave her in a pretty little urn for you, hehehe, All Might."

"Cut! Edit and send to the heroes right?"

"And social media, anything to get it on the news. Dabi, Twice, is there a way for you to contact our friends on the outside?"

"But boss! They have us tapped! They'll be prepare for our escape!" Twice shouted.

"They've planned for it already. We've lost the element of surprise. We need results."

"Shigaraki?" You croaked.

"What!?" He shouted in your ear. You winced, holding your free had up to tap at his wrist around your neck.

"Could you, loosen up a bit?" He swiftly pulled his hands away from you. Watching you gently cough and regain your breath.

"We're not, really going to kill her, are we?" Toga pulled her attention away from her phone and shuffled closer to you. Turning to be in-between you and Shigaraki, almost to protect you from being grabbed again.

"No. Not if we plan to get out of here." He and turned sat down on the couch, his hands coming up to rub against his sore neck. Toga patted your back.

"You alright there? You're burning up. You're not sick are you?"

"No...No Im fine."

"You sure?"

"I'm fine. Thank you, Toga." It made her smile to hear you say that.

"Don't worry. Tomura's smart. He'll get us out safe, you'll see." You smiled back at her.

"I'm sure. But somehow I doubt I'll see you again. So, if this is goodbye-"

"Don't say that!" Toga shouted. "We're gonna stick together. Remember? I promised you I wouldn't let anyone hurt you!" You starred at her with wide eyes as your heart raced in your chest. A loud flutter.

"But, Toga."

"But nothing, friends stick together, right?" You nodded. "Then that settles it! We're taking her with us, aren't we guys?" Confused faces looked up at the two of you. "Well?"

"Uh- Sure." Spinner shrugged.

"Hell No - Alright!" Twice shouted.

"Heh, alright." Dabi chuckled.

"Tomura?" Toga called the absent-minded man.

"Huh?"

"We're taking her with us, right? She's one of us now!" Toga reached for your hand and curled her fingers between yours. Shigaraki looked up at her, his eyes lost in thought. "Tomura!" She scolded him like a little sister. He blinked a few times, shaking his attention to you.

"Are you, Y/L/N? Are you one of us?" You froze for a moment. No. Of course not. You're not a villain. You're not like these people! You're a heroes' kid! You're not evil! You're a good person!

You opened your mouth to speak, an overwhelming cacophony of thoughts keeping you from answering. For the first time in your entire life, you had been cared for in a way you never had before. No longer reliant on a bottle of pills to function properly. No longer forced to be productive. No pressure to be anything special. You could grow here. You could be yourself here. The room buzzed with energy at the activation of your quirk. Your emotional state boiling to a head, you opened your mouth to answer but before you could speak-

The building began to shake underneath you. You were thrown to the floor, eyes darting everywhere in search for the cause. The sound of explosions blasted above you, while what sounded like a bulldozer echoed below.

"Damn it! They're coming from both ends!" Dabi announced, gaining his balance to perform a ready stance before his blue flames emerged.

"C'mon Shigaraki! What do we do!" Twice shouted as he clung onto the man's forearm. The rest of you inching closer and closer to each other.

The blasts above became louder and louder until it became evident it was right above. Your stomach turned as you came to the realization. Before the order left his lips you had reached for a table across the room and brought it up above your small group for protection.

"Y/L/N!" Just in time for it to deflect the shrapnel of drywall that burst from the explosion above. Suddenly the floor below gave way, sending the six of you falling through the open air. There were supposed to be several floor to the building, but thanks to the hero, Deku, flimsy walls of the already rotting building had been quickly demolished within seconds.

You watched yourself fall, your hand desperately reaching for anything to hold on to. Failing and plummeting down with the rest of them. You watched as the DynaMight emerged from the smoke above to watch you with a satisfied grin plastered over his face.

The cries of the others behind you filled your ears. Why wasn't this hero doing something? Why wasn't he jumping to catch you? To catch the others? Is going to let you fall to your deaths? You can't let him do that! Quick- Quick- your quirk- catch them!

After a few attempts at activation in your panic, you were able to catch the others in the air. Just before their bodies hit the concrete of the building basement. Dropping them down from a safe few feet. The fall was uncomfortable, but a relief to you and the others that you could work so quickly.

But your success was short-lived as the building trembled and quaked with another explosion. You looked up just in time to watch what was left of the old hide out to come crashing down around you. Leaving you trapped in the basement, in complete darkness.

"THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" A familiar shriek echoed in Bakugou and Midoriya's ear pieces. They both jolted at the painful intrusion. Your mother, having just stolen a police walky talky huffed on the other end.

"Our apologies ma'am but they're fine. I saw it with my own eyes. They're just trapped under debris. Everything is going according to plan." Midoriya reassured.

"Ac- ACCORDING TO PLAN!? You mean to tell me, young man, that you intended to trap my daughter in with her KIDNAPPERS, WHO THREATENED TO KILL HER!?" She spat, understandably.

"If they wanted her dead by now, she would be. Shigaraki doesn't play games unless it's necessary. Trust me." Bakugou barked.

"So now what? We just wait until this psychopath decays his way loose?"

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More than Partners -The Mandalorian x reader

Kiss me

Chapter 14 of More than Partners

Summary: You finally see the Mandalorian’s face.

Warnings: Spoilers from Episode 15 season 2. Lot of fluffffffffff.

AN: Hellooo guyyyys! Another chapter is out! It waaaas soooo cool to write it! I really hope you’ll like it! Next chapter will be smut btw!! And just a little teaser: smut in Boba Fett’s ship. Be prepared. Don’t forget to like, reblog and comment! Thanks to all of you who do you are the best!!

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“Mayfeld.”The Mandalorian declared taking a few steps towards the man.

“Hey Mando! Long time. I see you brought Y/N with you. You are as beautiful as the first time I met you, sweetheart.”

Mando blocked Mayfeld’s view, so he couldn’t see you anymore, and he began to talk about why they needed him.

You didn’t really like Mayfeld, but deep down, you knew he wasn’t a bad guy.

“We need coordinates for Moff Gideon’s cruiser.”Mando announced nonchalantly.

“Moff Gideon? Yeah forget it. Just take le back to the scarpyard. I’m not doin’ that.”

“They have the kid.”You exclaimed, clenching your fists tightly in anger.

“The little green guy?”Mayfeld replied, eyebrows raised in wonder.

You nodded.

“So…I help you guys get him back, you guys let me go?”

You giggled, and Cara told him that wasn’t how it worked.

“Well, then what’s in it for me? Can I have a night with the Jedi?”

Cara glared at him threateningly.

“Can I have at least an afternoon with her?”

“No.”Mando said in a lower but frightening tone.

“You are not funny. Maybe a kiss then? Just a kiss from her and I’ll do whatever you want.”Mayfeld gestured to you sitting next to the Mandalorian.

“I said no, she is not for sale.”The bounty hunter almost shouted raising his tone, and already planning to kill the ex-imperial.

“Calm down, Mandalorian.”Fennec interrupted.”He is not gonna lay a finger on her, and if he does, she’ll slice him and you’ll burn his corpse.”

“Nice. I love it.”Mayfeld joked, trying to hide his fear away.

“That’s not fu-“The Mandalorian tried to pronounce but you stopped him with a soft hand on his thigh.

“All right, but here’s the thing. I can’t get those coordinates unless I have access to an internal Imperial terminal. I believe there’s one on Morak.”

Hearing this name made you stare at Mando who was looking at you in return.

“Morak? There’s nothing on Morak.”Mando raised the tone again, but with a caress of yours on his thigh, he began to relax and soothen.

“It���s a secret Imperial mining hub, okay? If you can get me in there, I can get you the coordinates.”

The bounty hunter stared at you, waiting for you answer, you acquiesced, and he commanded Boba Fett to punch in the right coordinates.

“I am not gonna need long inside, so once I get the coordinates, you guys gotta get me the hell out of here.”Mayfled affirmed.

“You get to the roof. I’ll drop in and pull you out.”

“All right. Mayfeld and I will swap out for the drivers in the tunnel.”Cara said looking at the group confidently.

“As much as I’d like to take a road trip with Rebel-dropper here, that’s not gonna work because these Remnant bases are set up and run by ex-ISB. If you get scanned and your genetic signature shows up on any New Republic register, you’re gonna be detected and it’s guns out.”

“Fennec will go.”Mando suggested, scratching his fingers in worry.

The more time we were wasted, the less chances the Child had to remain alive.

“No, I’m wanted by the ISP. I’ll trip the alarm too.”

“Fett?”

“They might recognize my face.”

“so it’s me goin’ there alone. Great!”Mayfeld joked, trying to hide how scared he was.

“I’ll go.”

Mayfeld tried to object but it was to no use.

“I am coming with you. But I won’t be showing my face.”The Mandalorian declared.

“I am going too then.”You shouted loud enough so everyone can hear.

“No, it’s too dangerous.”Mando murmured to you.

“And you are a Jedi, they might know you. We can’t take any risk.”

“They don’t know who I am. They never saw me, and everything on me in this damn universe has been destroyed, so instead of wasted time here, we’re going right now.”

The Mandalorian approached you, took you by the shoulders and tried to take some distance with the group.

“You can’t go, Y/N. It’s dangerous, and if they understand you are a Jedi, you’ll be killed straight away. I won’t take the risk.”He whispered, still holding you by the shoulders.

“Wherever I go, you go, right? Then wherever you go, I go too. Period.”

He sighed and loosened his hold on your arms in a defeated way.

“Great.”Mayfeld exclaimed with an ironical tone.” The more, the merrier, right?”

The Mandalorian was unrecognizable with his new armor on.

Mayfeld began to laugh, and made fun of him, and you kicked him in the crotch.

“Ah! You have a rough one, Mando!”

Mando sighed.

“You look cute, Mando.”You murmured.”Want to take a drink with me after?”

You heard me laugh a bit under his armor, and you smiled, hoping he would relax.

Mando talked with Cara a bit and gave her his armor.

You were sitting next to Mando in that weird thing which was supposed to help you get the coordinates of Moff Gideon. The Mandalorian seemed anxious, and you intertwined your fingers with his and squeezed to reassure him.

“Hey, how’s it feel? I mean c’man, you still get to wear a helmet, right.”Mayfeld tried to annoy Mando.

“Shut up, Mayfeld.”You replied, feeling anger rushing through your body, and your fist ready to punch the man.

“I don’t know how your people do with this thing.”

“Mayfeld, stop talking or I’ll kill you with my bare hands right now.”

“So rough. I like it. You won’t kill me, princess, you need me.”

You clenched your teeth and took a deep breath.

“All right. I am taking this thing off.”The ex-Imperial said, removing his helmet.”Feels better when it’s off.”

“Shut up.”

“Princess, stop flirting with me.”

Your conversation was disturbed by someone talking, and the Mandalorian commanded Mayfeld to keep drivind steady.

“Yeah. Empire. New Republic, it’s all the same for those people. Invaders on their land is all we are.”The ex-Imperial exclaimed, his voice getting on your nerves.

He talked again and again, trying to attract Mando’s attention desperately. You tried to clear your mind, watching the locals and your hand still in Mando’s. These people were looking at you with scorn, and it saddened you. You were an intruder on their land, taking advantage of their resources only for your benefit. How could they love you?

“Control, this is Juggernaut Three.”Someone said over the comms.”We’re coming up on some route interference. Control. Control! We need a new…”

A huge explosion mushroomed some meters away from your truck. The voice told you to maintain the speed and remain cautious, while you heard another explosion.

“This is bad.”You shouted, and at the same moment, you saw aliens trying to jump on your vehicle.

“What was that?”

“Pirates. Keep driving. I’ll take care of it.”The Mandalorian declared, sure of himself.

“Mando, be careful, please.”

He squeezed your hand and nodded, opening the window of the Juggernaut and then climbing on the roof.

“How sweet you two are.”Mayfeld joked.”Quite the impossible love story.”

“I said shut up, Mayfeld!”

You heard screaming, and Mando asked Mayfeld to go faster.

“Be careful with the rhydonium.”You screamed to the Ex-Imperial.

“Going faster is a bad idea!”

“Mando, is everything okay?”You shouted, trying to look up on the window.

“He is a big guy, he can take care of himself, you know?”Mayfeld stated, an annoying smile on his face.

“Shut up.”

“TIE fighters!”You proclaimed.”For once, I am glad to see them.”

The juggernaut crossed the bridge, and the Mandalorian came back sitting next you, safe.

Stormtroopers were saluting you in respect as the vehicle passed. Mayfeld returned the salute, and you pushed Mando a bit in order for him to push the ex-Imperial too.

A crowd was slowly forming around the juggernaut while you, Mando and Mayfeld descended from the vehicle.

“It’s probably in the officer’s mess.”The ex-Imperial murmured, saluting the crowd.

Just at the entrance of the officer’s room, you could perceive officers dining peacefully.

“There it is.”

“Good luck.”The Mandalorian declared, watching you carefully not to lose you with all those stormtroopers.

You and Mando watched Mayfeld come back and murmured that he couldn’t do it because of his ex-officer.

“Give me the data stick.”The bounty commanded.

“It’s not gonna work. In order to access the network, the terminal has to scan your face.”

“Give it to me.”He repeated louder this time.

You watched the Mandalorian glancing at the officers’room, saluting one officer and then heading towards the terminal. And then, when you didn’t expect the most, the man you loved removed his helmet, only to show his brown and soft hair and his pale skin. You gasped.

You and Mayfeld caught the officer advanced towards the Mandalorian, and pulling you with him, the ex-Imperial went to Mando’s rescue.

“This is my Commander, officer, TK-593, sir. I am Imperial Combat Assault Transport Lieutenant TK-111, and this is Commander TK-666 with me. I am afraid you’ll have to speak up to him a little bit since his vessel lost pressure in Taanab.”Mayfeld told his ex-officer with an impressing confidence and gesturing to the Mandalorian.

The officer eyebrowed Mando and then you.

“You.”He pointed his finger at your face.”Remove your helmet.”

“Yes, sir.”You replied, removing your helmet obediently.

To say the officer was shocked to see you was an understatement. He glared at you, and stared at your feet, your stomach, and then your face, scrutinizing every bit of you.

“What’s your name, Officer?”The man shouted to Mando.

Din looked at Mayfeld and then he crossed your gaze. Finally, you could see his features. His brown eyes were in yours, and you never wanted him to have a helmet again. Seeing him for the first time in a so uncommon place was disturbing, but at the same time pleasing. Of course, you were sad that he had to break his Creed, but deep down, you were glad to see his face. Now, you could place a face to your love.

“We just call him, Brown Eyes. Isn’t that right, Officer? Let’s go fill out those TPS reports, so we can go recharge the power colis.”

You began to walk towards the exit, but it was too good to be true.

“You are not dismissed.”Valin Hess exclaimed.

You stopped in your tracks, grazed Din’s hand and turned back to the Officer.

“You the tank troopers that delivered the shipment of rhydonium?”

“Yes, sir.”You all replied at the same time.

Valin Hess stared at Din, scanning him cautiously. You held his hand and squeezed it in reassurance.

“Well, you three managed to be the only transport today to deliver their shipment. Come with me.”

The Officer patted Mando and Mayfeld’s shoulders, and let his hand wandered along your waist.

“Let’s get a drink, Brown Eyes.”

You sat beside the Mandalorian, his thigh against yours.

Mayfeld and Valin began to talk, and you felt tension rose across the room. In a rapid motion, the ex-Imperial shot Valin Hess impulsively with his blaster.

“Shit!”You shouted, drawing out your gun and shooting a stormtrooper.

The Mandalorian followed you and shot two Imperial Officers.

Mayfeld gave the helmet back to Mando.

“You did what you had to.”The ex-Imperial stated.”I never saw your face.”

You watched Din hesitating with the helmet. Without thinking, you grabbed his face, caressed his cheek, and then kissed his lips tenderly. You put your hand on his hair while the other was stroking his cheek.

When you pulled away, breathless, the Mandalorian intertwined his lips with yours again, his hands fondling your hips softly.

“I don’t want to interrupt you, lovebirds, but now we need to run.”

Pulling away, you tried to catch your breath while Din put his helmet back on, holding your hand firmly.

You wanted to think about Din’s face and how soft his lips felt on yours and how brown his hair was, but it wasn’t the time. Stormtroopers were coming your way, and you needed to make it alive.

While walking close to a window, you shot many stormtroopers. Mando helped you climb the window as shoretroopers were trying to kill both of you.

The Mandalorian let you climb the ladder first after Mayfeld, fearing you would fall.

Climbing on the roof, you discovered Boba Fett’s ship coming your way.

The Mandalorian jumped first, and then Mayfeld.

“Come on, Y/N. Jump!”Mando screamed at you, ready to catch you.

You jumped and fell on the Mandalorian’s arms.

“Thank you for helping.”Mando declared to Mayfeld, grateful.

“Huh, good luck gettin’ your kid back. And take care of this one.”Mayfeld said gesturing to you.”She is a tough one, but a princess at the heart.

You smiled and snuggled against the Mandalorian’s armor, and for the first time you didn’t care about people watching you together.

“Take me back.”Mayfeld declared and Cara let him go.

You had seen the Mandalorian without his helmet. Now, you knew what he looked like. You had kissed him, and without his helmet, and he had kissed you back. You were everything to each other. Wherever you went, he went. If he fell, you fell. The only thing missing was the Child. No matter what, you would take him back. And you would be a family again.

A clan of three.

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⬇️Chapter 15⬇️

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 9

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The shared pain of both might have been easier for Derek to handle, but as a human - it was taking everything I had to stay awake. 

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Derek called, gritting his teeth at the movement in his wrists. I looked up slowly but my head dropped back down again. 

“I’m so tired.” I hummed sleepily. 

“Don’t give up!” He shouted, “You can’t. Because you didn’t give up on me!”

“Yeah,” I giggled, “I’m a real hardass, aren’t I?” 

“Come on” Derek jerked at his restraints, “Come on!” My body went slack, and the last thing I heard was a loud rumbling roar cutting through the air. 

The space I was in was empty, dark and clouded. The only thing was a purple glowing path. I started down the path, seeing people along the path, watching as I walked. 

I saw my mom and Dad, they were worried looking around, soot and ash covered their faces and clothes. 

“(Y/N)?!” Mom called. 

“Sweetie, where are you?!” Dad shouted, keeping close to mom. 

“I’m right here-” I tried to reach out to them but my fingers were zapped by whatever barrier was around the path. I pulled my hand back and looked at my fingers, the same glow from the path lit them up and slowly faded back to the color of my skin. I guess I can’t leave the path once I start. I walked further, realizing that what I was walking was a spiral. 

The third familiar face I saw was Laura Hale. She smiled at me kindly, her eyes flashing red. 

“Take care of Derek. He’s strong, but he needs someone to help him along the way. You need him too. That’s what mates do. Oh and tell him I said hi.” 

“I will.” 

Laura laughed under her breath, “It’s good to see you again, (Y/N).” She turned, walking away. 

“Again? Have we…met before?” She was gone, a wisp in the shadows. All I could do was keep going. 

In the middle of the spiral, there were two other paths that met there. I stepped on the connection and the paths brightened from a purple to a while. That’s when I realized that I had been walking on a giant triskelion, the symbol of the Hale family. 

“(Y/N), come on, wake up.” I heard a voice called. I opened my eyes slowly, Scott was lightly tapping my face. 

“Scott?” I whispered. He laughed, bending down to untie my restraints and helping me into a standing position. I leaned on Scott, blinked slowly, then finally looked around. The man who was sent in to torture us was on the ground, out cold. Looking around again, I saw Derek who had one arm out of his restraints. 

“You gotta help me with this.” He motioned to the shackle. Scott helped me move over closer, leaning me up against the wall. 

“No.” Scott said. 

“What?” He asked, confused. 

“Not until you tell me how to stop Peter.”

“You really want to talk about this right now?”

“He’s going after Allison and her family. He’s going to kill them.”

“So what!? We need to get her out of here.” He motioned to me. At that moment, the pain started up again. 

“So tell me how to stop him.”

“You can’t! Alright, now!” Derek pulled on the shackle, “I don’t know when Kate’s coming back, just get me out of this right now! Get me out right now!!” 

"Promise you’ll help me.” Scott was adamant, but he wasn’t usually this stubborn without a reason.

“You’re gonna risk our lives for your girlfriend, huh? For your stupid little teenage crush that means absolutely nothing?! You’re not in love, Scott! You’re sixteen years old! You’re a child!”

He nodded, “Maybe you’re right. But I know something you don’t. Peter said he didn’t know what he was doing when he killed your sister, right?” He pulled a picture out of his pocket, it was a dead deer with a spiral on its side.

“Remember this? This is what brought your sister back to Beacon Hills, right?”

“My boss told me, three months ago, somebody came into the clinic asking for a copy of this picture. Do you wanna know who it was?” Derek just stared.

“Where did you get that?”

“Peter’s nurse. They brought your sister here so he could kill her and become the alpha, and that’s why you’re going to help me!”

Derek gripped onto the shackle chain and breathed heavily. Clearly upset that it was true that his Uncle killed his sister on purpose, not on accident.

 Scott turned around, “Just say that you’ll help me and I’ll help unlock your other-” He was cut off by the sound of the chain breaking Derek’s other restraint. His anger was running through him like wildfire and his anger lit the flame in me to keep going. He finally saw the truth.

Derek rubbed his wrist, "I’ll help you.” I smiled at him. 

“Laura said hi.” I said softly. Derek inhaled deeply and nodded, licking his bottom lip. Derek took me in his arms, and we all went up out of the cellar and outside. 

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After walking a while, we made it to the house. I was walking at this point, getting some strength back. We had rushed out of the cellar in case we met Kate along the way. I felt the familiar terrible feeling in my chest and grabbed Derek’s hand. He looked back at me, and through the connection we had he understood.

“Hold on.” Derek stopped us all, “Something doesn’t feel right.”

“What do you mean?” Scott asked.

“I don’t know, it’s- it’s kind of like it’s-”

"No, no, no, don’t say ‘too easy’! People say 'too easy’ and bad things happen.” Scott warned, “What you think fighting was too easy? Getting away from Allison’s dad, none of this has been easy!“ 

"Fine. You’re right.” He said, I gripped his hand tighter.

“Phew.” Scott sighed. As the air left his mouth, a whistling sound preceded an arrow shooting through Derek’s back. My shoulder jerked, feeling the force of the arrow go through him. Derek fell to the ground, pulling me with him. Looking behind us, I saw Kate with her new protégé: Allison. Allison notched another arrow. As Derek stood again, another arrow shot through his leg. I cried out, going down with him. 

“Scott! Your eyes!” Derek called, squeezing his eyes shut. Scott and I helped Derek to his feet, fighting through the gas that could knock all of us out. Another arrow whistled, this time the pain I felt in my side was real. I cried out, falling forward. Derek’s arm kept me from hitting the ground. We made it to an area where Derek could remove both arrows in him, and mine. 

“Shit.” I cursed, pressing my hand to my side.

Derek stood, grabbing Scott by his collar, “Come on!” He pulled us to the Hale house, limping all the way. He eventually fell just in front of the house, shoving Scott and I ahead. I looked back, seeing Allison stalking towards us. 

“Allison, I can explain-” Scott pleaded. 

“Stop lying.” Allison’s voice held no emotion what-so-ever, “For once, stop lying." 

Scott backed away as she got closer, "I was going to tell you at the Formal, I was gonna tell you everything. Everything that I said, everything that I did-”

“Was to protect me.” She finished.

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Oh thank god, now shoot him before I have to shoot myself.” Kate groaned as she walked up on us, pulling a gun from her belt.

“You said we were just gonna catch them.” Allison said, the sight of the gun seemed to frighten her. 

“We did that. Now we’re gonna kill them.” Kate aimed at Derek, shooting him as he lay helpless on the ground. 

“DEREK!” I shouted, trying to move towards him, but Kate aimed the pistol directly at me, I backed away hesitantly. Tears streaming down my already tear stained cheeks. She turned the pistol on Scott. 

“I loved those brown eyes.” Kate sighed, finger on the trigger. 

“He’s just a kid!” I shouted, moving to get the gun from her when another voice entered. 

“Kate!” The voice’s origin appeared from the shadows and there stood Chris Argent, “I know what you did. Put the gun down." 

“I did what I was told to do.” She excused herself. 

“No one asked you to murder innocent people. There were children in that house. Ones who were human. Look what you’re doing now, you’re holding a gun at a sixteen year old boy. No proof he’s spilled human blood. We go by the code. Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent.”

“We hunt those who hunt us.” Allison whispered. Kate still didn’t move her gun. 

Chris pulled one on her, “Put the gun down.” He shot off a round, “Before I put you down.“ The gun he was using looked…so familiar. 

“Whatcha doin’, daddy?” I asked, peaking my head over his work bench. Dad was etching a carving into the side of one of those guns mommy said I couldn’t touch because they were dangerous. He was drawing a pretty picture of a dog and the sun.

“Just something for a friend, sweetie.” He looked down at me over his glasses, “Now go run along.”

My father made guns for Chris Argent…

“Allison, get back.” Chris commanded. Allison, Scott and I moved away from the entrance of the house. Chris and Kate pointed their pistols towards the door. 

“What is it?” Allison whispered, her voice trembled. 

"It’s the alpha.” Scott replied. We all stood there, the tension in the air could have been cut with a knife. Allison pulled her bow, aiming towards the door. Scott shifted into his wolf form. I moved away from the group, with no weapon I just moved back, leaning against a tree. I felt at my side, blood still trickled down my side but now as much as it was before. 

In a flash, something darted from the house, towards the group. Everyone scattered, nowhere to run. Allison made her way towards me, keeping her arm steady, ready to shoot. 

Chris shouted, knocked off his feet, Allison and I were next. The impact of the fall worsened my wounds. Scott followed as Peter knocked us all to the ground faster than we could anticipate. Now it was just Kate who stood alone. 

“COME ON!” She shouted in the dark, “COME ON!” In an instant, Peter was with her. He grabbed her wrist and shot off his gun as he broke her arm. She screamed in pain. His hand moved to her throat, throwing her towards the house. He flashed to her side, dragging her into the house. 

“No!” Allison shouted. 

“Allison, stop!” I groaned, following her inside. She didn’t realize what danger she was putting herself in, no matter how angry she was at Scott, she couldn’t take on an alpha werewolf by herself. 

Allison stood in front of Peter who held his claws to Kate’s throat. 

“She is beautiful, Kate.” He remarked casually, “She looks like you.” He pressed the tips of his claws against her throat, making her gasp, “But not as damaged. So I’m going to give you a chance to save her.“ 

Peter was shaking from his anger, “Apologize.” He commanded, “Say that you’re sorry for decimating my family. For leaving me burned and broken for six years. Say it. And I’ll let her live." 

"I’m sorry.” Kate muttered, letting her pride slip away at the danger her niece was in. 

Peter’s face did not move, her hands trembling as he quickly dragged his claws across her jugular. Blood spraying across Allison’s face. I watched Kate’s shocked face, the light going out of her eyes. Her body fell to the floor. 

Peter sighed in relief, a smile on his face, “I don’t know about you, Allison but that apology…didn’t sound very sincere.” Scott appeared, standing his ground in front of Allison, Derek followed, both in the werewolf form. 

“Run.” Scott said to us. Allison made it out but Peter blocked the door as I tried to follow. 

“No, let (Y/N) stay. After all, this is her future.” Peter grinned, as I backed up towards the staircase. Scott and Derek circled Peter while he looked vaguely like he was enjoying the situation. They both growled and lunged towards Peter, but both were repelled away. Derek threw a punch, but was tossed up into a ceiling beam and thrown into a fallen piano. I fell against the stairs, feeling every impact. My ears were buzzing with voices: Mom, Dad, Stiles, Uncle Noah, Kate. I pressed my hands to my heart praying it would stop. Flashes of triskelions, my parents, and wolves appeared in my mind every time I tried to close my eyes.

Scott jumped onto Peter’s back but was instantly thrown off. Both beta on the ground. Seeing Derek and Scott there, looking up at Peter in fear just made something inside me scream. 

I couldn’t remember moving over to them, but I stood in front of both of them, separating them and Peter. 

“(Y/N), get out of here!” Derek shouted, his fear touching my new courage but not enough to make it waver. 

“I’m not letting you hurt them.” I glared. Peter only laughed. 

“Ahh, this was always something I admired about you. You have so much fighting spirit. But I’m afraid the fun is over.” He went to grab me, but was confused when my hand made it to his first. His wrist trembled to move, but only stayed put in my grasp. He looked from his wrist to my eyes, confusion spreading across his face. 

Later, I would not be able to describe the feelings I had when this…snap finally happened. But it was like a dam went off inside of me, everything fell into place, and the wolf inside of me came to light. 

In his shocked eyes, I saw the reflection of mine that burned bright red, “I said, I’m not letting you hurt them.” I kicked him in the stomach, sending him through a wall. My breathing was heavy, my gums aching as fangs grew. I looked over my shoulder at the two, both of them shocked.

Peter stood back up, cracking his neck to the side, “A surprise, I like surprises.” His voice became a disembodied growl. 

Perhaps I got cocky, because I lunged at him again, but this time he got the upper hand. His claws ripping through fabric and the skin of my stomach, then tossing me through a window. I landed hard on my back, gritting my teeth together. I was pulled to the side by Chris Argent, he kneeled down, trying to hide the surprise on his face when he saw my eyes.

Peter grabbed Scott by the collar, lifting him through the air. I tried to get up again but stopped, this new wound from the alpha was making it harder for my body to heal itself. Scott kicked himself off of the alpha, flipping backwards. Peter stumbled back as Scott landed on his knees. The beast prepared to lunge at Scott again when everyone’s heads turned in the direction of a car horn. Jackson’s Porsche pulled up, Stiles and Jackson exiting. He ran forward, throwing a jar towards the beast. Peter caught the jar, growling towards him. 

“Oh damn.” Stiles squeaked. 

“Allison!” Scott called, throwing Allison her bow. She caught it, loaded and hit her mark. Glass breaking and Peter going up in flames. He roared, trying to put out the flames but because of the chemical reaction, they only continued to rage. He roared, making a final run towards Allison, trying to take her out with him. Scott got in his way, kicking him away. Peter was thrown back, falling on his knees. 

Peter Hale fell to the ground, ending his murder spree the way it started - burned and broken. The only thing we could hear was his sputtering and coughing as his lungs fought for air. 

“(Y/N)!” Stiles ran forward, hugging me tightly. I grunted as he put pressure on my wound but I hugged him back. I can’t imagine how worried he was, how worried he had been since this whole thing started. 

“Wait!” Scott shouted. I pulled away from Stiles, seeing Derek kneeling over Peter, his claws raised. Derek stopped, looking back at him. Derek’s adrenaline was running wild. 

“You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek, if you do this, I’m dead. Her father, her family- what am I supposed to do?” 

“You’ve… already… decided…” Peter choked out, “I can smell it on you…!” Whether Derek liked it or not, Derek had decided to kill him, finally closing the chapter of justice for Laura. 

“Wait! No, no! Don’t!” Scott pleaded, but we all watched Derek slash Peter’s throat and Peter’s last breath slipped out.

“I’m the alpha now.” Derek’s voice was a growl, his eyes red. I started walking towards them when I heard Stiles gasp. He looked down at his shirt, seeing the blood stains that had come from my stomach. I looked down, still seeing the blood and now a black liquid had appeared. 

“Well, that’s not good.” I swallowed and stumbled back into what felt like a brick wall. But it was Derek behind me, holding me up. Stiles rushed forward, but stopped short when Derek growled. 

“Hey,” I slurred, slapping Derek lightly with the back of my hand, “Stop that. I just need to.. need to lay down.” I closed my eyes, slipping off to sleep.

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