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Skizz: Yeah, we can hear you, dude! I hear every word you're saying, I just think you're wrong.

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Hey there! Can I get some headcanons for Alastor and Rosie with a female Best friend/ s/o respectively (cause y'know, Al's an 'Ace in the hole' lol) who's a singer and does covers of modern music in old-timey styles like postmodern jukebox?

Rosie and Alastor frequent different speakeasies and clubs often together.

Soon after Alastor’s return they restarted the tradition and that’s where they met you.

You were performing a cover of a song neither had ever heard before.

You were good. You were amazing. Fantastically.

Rosie was immediately smitten.

You walked down off the stage, placing a delicate hand in a demon’s outstretched one to help you down the stairs.

You practically floated around the floor and even convinced several people to dance with you.

“They’re rather good.” “Yes, indeed.”

When you approached their tables, dragged your hand along the back of both their seats and placed an outstretched hand between the two of them.

Alastor declined it, noticing Rosie’s specific brand of infatuation. In fact, the bastard baited you both and reached for your hand only to grab Rosie’s and place it there.

He can be a wing man if he wants to be.

The three of you met after that initial performance and were often found together.

Often Alastor would be on the end of Rosie’s thoughtless rambles about you as she flitted around. She called your voice angelic a lot.

Rosie would attend every single one of your performances. Alastor would attend them when he could or particularly wanted to. He wouldn’t rearrange his plans to see them unlike Rosie.

 When the Hotel was rebuilt and the welcoming party was being planned, Alastor immediately suggested you be a performer for the night.

Alastor may or may not have sent his shadows to place a note and a specific outfit he’d noticed Rosie really liked on your bed the day of.

One would imagine Rosie would have dressed for the occasion as well. I’m imagining this fanart because I’m in love with them both.

Alastor, of course, welcomed you with a specific brand of hostility.

He made sure you were comfortable, had everything you needed, any instrument you required would appear with a shadow playing it, and he did make sure to compliment you.

You didn’t see Rosie until you were onstage about to preform on stage.

She was sitting beside Alastor, so beautiful.

You felt almost scandalized seeing her in something that revealed her arms, much less her back and legs.

You immediately went flushed and walked off stage, put a hand in Husk’s shoulder where he was sitting at the bar nearby and took his drink from him (not registering that it was not one he was drinking but instead using to mix a drink for Angel so. . . good luck) and basically started chugging.

You patted his shoulder, gave him his bottle back (he just stared at it and looked at Angel who burst out laughing), then went back to the stage.

You started singing. Song after song, all on stage which was odd for you.

Then you caught Rosie’s eye at the end of a song and Alastor’s shadows started playing a different rhythm.

Feeling the effects of Husks’s drink take hold, you got off the stage.

You went to Rosie and held out your hand specifically to her. Still, Alastor pulled the same move of puppeting her hand, just for old time’s sake.

You moved so you were behind her and pulled her close to you, feeling her warmth and skin against yours and maybe you were in Hell but it was heaven.

You led her in a tango and then she led you and then you were— you both led each other.

At one point, body moving before you mind could process, you kissed her exposed shoulder.

She flushed a bright red.

Charlie went to Alastor and asked if you two were dating. Surprised to hear no.

Everyone watched on anyway because not often did people see Rosie dance and with you two so in sync it was mesmerizing.

You ended the dance with spinning which led to a dip.

Rosie actually, spurred on by the feeling of your hands on her back and the adrenaline of a dance, hooked her leg over yours and used her arm around your shoulders to pull you into a kiss.

Angel absolutely whistled.

You both pulled away flustered.

Maybe you ran off, maybe you didn’t.

Either way, Rosie turned to Alastor who gave her a thumbs up as she sat down. A smile on her lips as her hand traveled to it.

To Alastor, though, that wasn’t the most shocking part of the night.

For him, it was when he heard Charlie saying she was going see if she could commission you to do cover some of her favorite songs and compile them into a playlist.

And upon questioning her, he was informed you covered modern songs.

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Promptober 2024 Day 31- Hugs (Canon Divergence)

Happy Halloween Everyone!

*Remember, we have one bonus prompt for tomorrow, so there's still one more day of Prompt...ember?

Prompt: Sebastian hugs Stefano in the theater instead of fighting him

Warnings: none

Sebastian enters the theater with only two things on his mind- finding Lily and making the man who kidnapped her suffer as much as possible.  Of course, it looks like he might have to do them in reverse order since the only person he can see is Stefano standing on the stage.

He starts to reach for his gun, but something stops him.  There’s something…different about Stefano, about his stance, the way he holds himself.  He’s standing in the center of the stage, which, Sebastian imagines, is exactly where he would most like to be, but his shoulders are sagging, and his eye is cast down at the floor.  Gone is the bravado, the arrogance and obnoxious superiority he displayed in all of their prior interactions.

Sebastian doesn’t speak, but as he begins to walk down the aisle toward the stage, he reflects on what he knows about Stefano, the background information Kidman dug up for him, the echoes he’s seen of Stefano’s actions in STEM, and the glimpses of his true self that Stefano has allowed to break through his facade of artistic detachment.

He has to imagine that Stefano has always been an outsider, first as a photographer surrounded by soldiers and then as an artist rejected by his peers and critics when his work didn’t match their definition of art.  Sebastian has often thought that being a cop was a thankless job, but throwing your whole life into creative works, having your future and your success and your sense of self-worth wrapped up in the subjective opinions of other people, is starting to sound even worse.

He doesn’t know what Mobius promised Stefano, or whether they tricked him into becoming part of Union, but he suspects it wouldn’t have taken a lot.  The possibility of acceptance or success or critical acclaim would have been enough to convince him.  Sebastian is sure of it.

He can understand the appeal of STEM for someone like Stefano.  He’s not like Ruvik; he doesn’t want to carve people up or pick apart their psyches for some kind of science experiment.  He couldn’t find a place for himself in the real world, so he took an opportunity to start over in Union, and now he’s designing his own world around his own aspirations.

It doesn’t make Stefano’s version of STEM any less terrifying, but it does make it a little sad.  And Stefano doesn’t even fully appreciate what he’s gotten himself into, doesn’t know how horrible STEM can be when he’s not the one in control.  He’s going to be in for a rude awakening when the balance of power shifts.

It’s an uncomfortable truth, but Stefano is just as much a victim of Mobius as Sebastian and Lily are.  They’ve all been uprooted from their homes, thrust into this experiment without a thought to their own autonomy or desires, and now he’s not sure whether any of them even have a home to go back to.  Stefano may have been the one who kidnapped Lily in STEM, but Mobius is holding all of them hostage from their real lives.

He’s climbing the stairs now, and Stefano slowly turns to face him.  No words pass between them, but Sebastian can tell by his body language and his facial expression that he’s not on the attack.  He doesn’t know what’s happened since he last saw Stefano, but the hurt and the vulnerability he sees in him is new, and Sebastian isn’t going to be the one to kick him when he’s down.

In fact, it’s a very different intention that pulls him forward now.  He closes the distance with a few more steps, walking right up to Stefano and wrapping his arms around him, pulling him into a hug.  He’s not sure what possesses him to do it, but his instincts have never steered him wrong.

Stefano is completely rigid in Sebastian’s arms at first, his own arms held stiffly at his sides and his body taut as though he doesn’t even dare to breathe.  Sebastian just waits, holding Stefano the same way he held Myra that night after the fire when they were both too strung-out on caffeine and adrenaline and grief and too exhausted to talk or even cry anymore.

Those feelings come crashing back down on him now, the memory stirred by simply holding another person in his arms, and then he’s pulling Stefano closer, holding on to him for his own salvation as well as Stefano’s.  The world around them is shifting, fluid, and Stefano is the only point he can use to anchor himself.

Stefano draws in a deep, shuddering breath and slowly raises his arms to wrap them around Sebastian, hugging him back almost as though he’s not in control of his own body.  He’s fully pressed against Sebastian now, face buried in his shoulder, and Sebastian can’t remember the last time he held someone like this.  He’s willing to bet it’s been a long time for Stefano as well.

He doesn’t know how long they stand there with their arms wrapped around each other, but he swears he can feel STEM changing around them, jagged chasms repaired and rough edges smoothed over.  Something is different now, or maybe everything is different, but for the moment the only thing he knows is himself and Stefano standing in this embrace.

When the world feels settled, balanced in a way it hasn’t been since Sebastian got here, he steps back, releasing Stefano to look into his face.  Stefano’s expression is a mixture of confusion and awe.

“Did you not come here to kill me?”

“It doesn’t matter what I came here for,” Sebastian says.  “I need to find Lily.”

Stefano’s expression changes to one of sorrow, and he nods slowly.  “I do not have her anymore,” he says, “but I know who does.”

Sebastian knows that in some other world this news would make him angry, but right now he only feels calm and determined.

“Take me to him.”

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The Life of the Morningstars - Chapter 19:

"Dad, are you sure about this?"

Coming down the stairs, Lucifer was fixing his clothes and hoped he looked presentable. There wasn't much difference between this and what he usually wore, but he was more worried about the dark circles under his eyes. He hadn't been able to sleep much the night prior, too nervous about the battle that was happening soon. Not to mention, confronting Sera. In person.

"Yes, sweetie. Have some faith in your old man."

"I just don't want you to go alone."

"I agree with our dear Charlotte. Perhaps one of us should accompany you."

Turning to face the two alphas, Lucifer gave them an unimpressed look. Well, he gave Alastor an unimpressed look before giving Charlie a reassuring smile. "I promise that I'll be okay. You should be worried about the battle ahead. And you, you smiley bastard. You've been acting stranger than normal since I told you I was an omega the other night. Don't let your instincts change our dynamic. I was having fun."

"Wouldn't dream of it, sire. Spinning you up is much too entertaining to stop now. However, that does not change the fact that you, as an unmated omega and ruler of Hell, should not be going to meet with a high-ranking angel on your own." 

"Noted. Luckily, I'm one step ahead of you." Opening the door, Lucifer smiled at the three Sins standing outside waiting for him. "I called in some reinforcements."

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"Really, Lucifer? You bring three of the sins here for this meeting you insisted on?"

"That's so funny, Sera. Seeing as you aren't even here. Even though we agreed to do this in person. And don't flatter yourself. I'm not scared of you enough to bring backup. They're here so my daughter doesn't worry about me."

Lucifer should have known his sister wouldn't have come down for their meeting. Scaredy cat and a liar. Well that just made what he was going to do easier. He might have been in the mood renegotiate the treaty. But if she wants to be a difficult bitch, then so be it. Summoning the treaty, he held it in his hands in front of the hologram version of his once beloved sister.

"Lucifer. What are you doing?"

"You and Heaven have forced my hand. Now, you can take your treaty and go fuck yourself!"

"Lucifer don't!" 

It was too late. Lucifer had ripped the treaty in half before dropping it to the floor. The sudden break in their deal felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off his body. "You better hope that Adam hasn't hurt my daughter, or else you'll be without a first man." 

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DAY 40 (attempt no 7)

When John entered the flat after an afternoon out with Greg and a few of his other mates, he returned to a crime scene ... or well, not quite a crime scene *yet* but it looked like the kitchen was about to turn into one very soon. On a positive note, underneath the plastic sheets that covered all surfaces including the kitchen counters and the floor, the room looked tidier than it had in years. The only loose and uncovered objects in sight were a trash can, a new, bigger container of merrily steaming liquid nitrogen and a wide selection of tools, hammers, pliers and other utensils that had been neatly arranged on the plastic covered table.

"Ready Watson?"

Sherlock came down the stairs with a grim grin only to freeze in his steps when he spotted John in the kitchen, his eyes wide. He let out an oomph when something small barrelled into him from further up the stairs while he was blocking the steps down but otherwise, he remained mute. The pure look of 'deer caught in the headlights' told John that they probably had not expected him to be back home quite so soon. Maybe it would have been better - for plausible deniabilitys sake - if he had stayed for another beer or two. Well, too bad now.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and tried to give his partner a stern look - which was slightly hindered by the fact that the other man looked frankly ridiculous. Sherlock was wearing one of his good shirts, a blue-grey one that did marvellous things for his eyes. It lost some of its charm though, if it was worn underneath a blue disposable crime-scene coverall. His boyfriend had also donned safety goggles and a plastic face shield, as well as a pair of heavy duty thermal gloves. And from the small glimpses that John could catch of his daughter just behind Sherlocks shoulders, she had been equally equipped.

"Planning to practice your dissection skills while I was out with friends?", John asked with raised eyebrows. He threw another glance at the steaming container in the kitchen. "Or just more highly educational experiments that will magically empty our vegetable drawer of all the food that Rosie does not like?"

Sherlock finally descended the stairs all the way to the bottom and allowed Rosie to join them in the living room as well. "We bought our own vegetables this time around", he declared with a sheepish expression and indicated a plastic bag from Tesco that was standing somewhat hidden beside the covered-up fridge. "And this round is not meant to be educational, this is purely about letting out some frustration."

Ah, so another failed experiment then. John probably should have seen that coming. And really, what was the difference between a fully equipped vegetable torture chamber, several rounds of bacterial cloning in their kitchen or the occasional human body part in the fridge? Just another part of everyday 221B madness after all.

"You are welcome to join, if you'd like?", Sherlock offered with a hesitant grin.

John rolled his eyes but only took another moment before he began shrugging out of his jacket. "I am sure I will be able to find some frustration that needs to be expelled", he agreed lightheartedly - not yet knowing, that he would go on to find small bits of cucumber, carrot and spring onions in the most impossible nooks and corners of the living room and kitchen for months to come.

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Troubleshooting, part 20/?

-> I did not plan for this scene, but Sherlock and Rosie decided that it was meant to be. And who am I to deny them.

-> Next part can be found here.

-> Until then you can start reading this series at DAY 0 (tumblr/ao3) or read the previous snippet here.

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二 ; two ; dos

it's so cold warnings — none. word count — 3.6k

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i'm hungry. how mikey managed to slip away from me while i searched for the first-aid kit is beyond me. he said we were going to have lunch together and now he's not in the room. it wasn't explicit, but i can read his cues with ease. he's an open book, always has been. white font written against white pages, reflecting back all the light his eyes swallow to blind me so i can never guess. if anything, i know he hates it when i skip a meal. i wonder why he can't care for himself like this. why do i have to stick around and make sure he's okay? he's not. i know he's not.

i scan the room once more as if mikey would magically appear. haru leans back on his chair like it's a swing and i'd like to laugh, telling him he might as well snap his neck. koko types away on his laptop with that aura that says he doesn't want to be bothered. i sigh, "koko, any idea where mikey went?" i know, but i'd rather pretend i don't.

haru's chair slams against the floor, making me cringe at the echo. both koko and i scowl at his carefree smirk. koko sighs, too, tearing his attention away from his screen. "checked the roof already?"

i have not, in fact, checked the roof yet. i figured he would be there, i just hoped he wouldn't. not right now, at least, after all i've seen. "not really, thanks…" i swallow my complaints and my woes, because i need to wrap up that cut i saw on mikey's leg. i know he's ignoring it. i know he's letting it burn on his skin. i'll find him wherever he may be, following that blinding light of his.

just as i turn to head up the stairs, koko calls out to me, "hey," he says that nickname. there's no one in this world who addresses me by my real name. it's what mikey does. like a brand, like a signature, mikey gives his things a different name to distinguish us. that intoxicating charm he captivated me with is just a childish nickname.

"yeah?"

"you should take care of your hands." i glance down at my burning knuckles. i've already wrapped them up with loose bandages. "you're dripping all over the place." he's right. it's almost like he's chastising me for ignoring my wounds. blood trails down my fingers and splatters on the pristine tiles, one drop at a time. i can't believe i didn't realize. i'm just fighting to hate the things i want so i don't stray from mikey's side.

so i give koko a simper that blurs the line between a smile and a grimace. "sorry, i'll clean it up in a bit."

koko is tired of me being stupid. "just fix your hands," he exhales, nearly exasperated. does he feel responsible because he's a little bit older than us? i'm not stupid. "i'll handle it." he's nice. koko has always been nice. i wish i could stop denying he's right in front of me. he isn't mine to keep. i feel this bloody venom choking me into the dark. a nod is all i leave him with before he returns to his laptop. the door clicks shut behind me so i can make my way up to the rooftop.

unsurprisingly, mikey is sitting by the edge, cross-legged all on his own. as per usual, he's all on his own. that's why i'm here. that's why i stick to his side. he gazes down at the city he once dreamed to rule alongside his friends. on top of the world, he wears his crown and assumes his throne. we subjects blindly follow our king, but he has no action, and we have no say. he turns his head over his shoulder when he hears me approaching. those empty eyes of him, always watching me. he waits every time for me to come to him. he knows i'll find my way back to him, wherever he may be, as if we could call it destiny. i feel so small against the look in his eyes burning right through me. he once trapped me with them and now i'm stuck with him forever.

i settle down beside him. willingly. i do this willingly. i want to help him. swinging my legs over the edge is routine. maybe i'm preparing myself for when i meet my end. mikey's eyes are trained on my every movement as i open the first-aid kit. "are you gonna let that get infected?" i sound light-hearted. i am light-hearted. this is how we've always been.

mikey spares a minuscule glance at the slash on his leg, bleeding through the tear on his uniform. he sets my hands on fire. "are you?"

this is like déjà vu—a very painful, dizzying one. we've had an interaction like this already once. we were younger. we had our friends. we could laugh. we were all alive. he smiled at me sweetly back then. when i looked into his hollow eyes, i smiled back, chuckling. that smile of his. i could feel it, his pretty poison rushing through my heart. he was always so charming.

i sat down beside him at the top of the stairs leading to the shrine. where else could mikey go if not somewhere high in solitude? i couldn't leave him alone, though, so i didn't. there was an open gash on his chest. there were drops of his blood on the steps. these were the aftermaths of another brawl Toman engaged in. "i only have alcohol," i laughed, showing off the bottle. "Smiley took the peroxide." i know mikey doesn't like alcohol because it stings. i know he thinks peroxide is funny when it bubbles. at least he did back then. i rolled my eyes at him as he pouted.

i could feel his eyes following my bleeding hands as i soaked a cotton ball in alcohol. i fucked up my fingers during that fight. i had to prioritize mikey before i patched myself up. that was what i swore, that i would care for him and he would care for me. that i was his so i should let him shoulder my unstable heart. i took care of him before i did myself, because he took on too much. it was very quiet between the two of us. i could hear him breathe. he could hear a drop of my blood breaking on the floor.

then he laughed. it startled me. i pulled away, blinking owlishly. "what's so funny?"

"our blood got mixed up," he giggled. he led my gaze down with his own. a small puddle of blood—of our blood—lay on the stone steps. i turned back to look mikey in the eye. it was bone-chilling. it felt like he was trying to swallow my soul with his void-like pupils. he leaned into me, noses barely centimeters apart. that boyish grin of his danced on his lips like second-nature. "this means we belong to each other." it was so fantastically easy for him to trap me. he said those words with confidence and not an ounce of shame. i would do anything for mikey. i was born to see he found happiness somewhere.

what used to be a possessive you're mine grew into a reciprocal you're mine and i'm yours. mikey became my responsibility because he made me his. it was the only thing he knew how to do; be stronger than everyone else, stand taller than everyone else, keep everyone under his wing. he made sure he would never be alone. i'd never part from his side. that was all i got in return for being his; my blood and his and dirt, mixed up in a grotesque puddle on the floor. it was a heavy weight on my mind. "then shut up and let me finish," i chuckled, "i hate it when people touch my things." i thought if he leaned on me, he'd be alright. i thought he could trust his hands in mine.

mikey hated people touching his things more than anyone. mikey never learned how to share. he was sloppy, but so very careful as he wrapped my hands up. he fixed my knuckles for me, because when something of his breaks, it's his job to mend it. he kept my fingers intertwined with his while looking into my eyes. dark and empty and hollow and these were mikey's eyes. these were eyes that loved me and kept me safe. "does it hurt?" he brought my bandaged hands to his lips.

i shook my head. "not anymore. thanks." it never hurt. i could barely feel it as i worked on his wounds and let the alcohol sting into my flesh. it was a pain not mine to feel, so i didn't. all i felt was mikey. all he felt was what hurt me.

he pressed his thumbs against my palm. "these cuts are mine, too, okay?" he asked, but it was a statement. he was checking that i followed him. "if they hurt you, they also hurt me, so let me know. i'll protect you better next time." and i swore i'd protect him. "nothing will hurt you anymore as long as you're with me." there he went again with that nickname. my name, scrambled around in chaos, a sound i responded to without hesitation.

it made me smile back then, to know that i had something to hold, to know that i wasn't alone anymore. i loved mikey so much that i would split my skin open as many times as needed just for him. he knew all i did was for him, he knew he meant so much to me. the things i was willing to do to let him be happy, if only i had the ability to do them. i couldn't leave him. i couldn't leave before he did. i didn't want him to be alone anymore. i understand why he stands alone every time.

that boyish grin of his seems like a distant memory now. this is not the same mikey i knew. he's not smiling while i finish patching his leg up. he stares at the blood seeping through my bandages. i wonder if he's remembering what i am. behind his eyes and underneath his heart, i see all his ghosts burning at the seams. he hides them all in his memories—Shin, Kei, Emma, i can see them all, pulling on him and dragging him down. it's like they're not dead yet. can't you see you're losing me, too, Manjiro?

"i'll wrap your hands up for you," he suddenly announces. "it bothers me when you get injured." i feel relief wash over me for a brief moment. there he is, the mikey that cares when his things get broken, the mikey that worries about his friends, the mikey that has friends. i've missed him.

i could laugh. "right back at you."

there's a furrow in his brows. it's like he doesn't matter. "you're my family." i'm all he has left. "you're mine. you can't get hurt like this." he said he'd protect me better next time.

"right back at you."

he's as gentle and careful as he's always been. i want to believe this is the mikey i know. i want to believe he's not giving up. "Emma would've been fuzzing all over you already. start taking better care of yourself." he mutters that nickname again. he's taking care of me. this is what mikey does best.

i was excited when Shin sneaked me into Grandpa's dojo. i'd been loitering around for longer than i should have. anything was better than heading home and being stuck with people that didn't like me. he let me watch the lessons, knowing i couldn't pay. he introduced me to Manjiro and Kei. i loved Kei to bits, but he wasn't Manjiro at all. there was something about Manjiro that drew me towards him. he liked me from the moment he met me. we hit it off almost instantly. we were young, we were kids—making friends was easy back then. he was the best and so was i. he was selfish and so was i. we were far too similar and that was fun.

then i fell under him.

playing savior. that's Mikey's weapon of choice. that's how he best charms and traps people under his spell. i would know. Kei had already gone home with his mother. Mikey asked me why i didn't want to go home yet. he didn't seem surprised or put off in the least when i confessed my older brother was dead. his darkened eyes were trained on me, serious, pensive. he hadn't yet experienced loss back then, but there was something deeper in him suggesting he knew what i was feeling. he listened to me, humming, nodding, "it's fine!" it wasn't fine. i never met my brother. "i'm sure Shinichiro won't mind being your big brother, too!"

i had always felt an empty hole in my chest at the knowledge i was missing a person in my family. maybe that's why i looked up to Shin so much. how was the answer so easy for Mikey? how was it so easy for him to trap me like that? he chained me to the Sanos before i even knew it. maybe it was because Mikey took after Shin. maybe it was in the genes. i mean, even Emma knew how to wrap people around her finger without trying. something about the Sano family exploited my deepest weaknesses and locked me up. i wish someone told me from the start that i was making a mistake. i wish someone had told me i would end up hating Mikey so much i couldn't bear to leave him.

Mikey lay himself bare to me. we were so young. he talked to me about his non-existent parents and his badass Grandpa. he told me how Shin looked after him to the best of his abilities. i look back now and i hope Shin isn't blaming himself for the way things turned out. he didn't know what he was doing. i shared details about my own family. my parents were very much there, more than i wanted them to. my mother, out of her mind, mixing her prescriptions with alcohol. my father, living inside his mind, twisted in frightening narcissism. "man, your family sucks, huh. at least you've got mine!" Mikey grinned at me with those dark eyes of his that seemed to swallow up the light.

"i guess," i laughed. having a messed up family wasn't something i knew how to process. it didn't compute in my mind at the time what i was blabbing about. "i'm lucky you're sharing your siblings with me." or i thought i was. Mikey was all i had back then.

and it was scary. the way he turned to look me right in the eye. the way he was staring into me so intently as if he was trying to reach into my soul. 

his hands were so fast. he had me frozen in place before i realized. i didn't care. "my family is yours because you're mine." he scrambled the syllables in my name and made up a nickname. he never called me by my real name ever again. "you're mine, so forget about your family. if someone hurts you, that's my pain, too, okay?" he asked me so innocently, but he looked at me so violently. his palms were firmly pressed against my cheeks. i thought i was being cradled. i foolishly nodded.

he was like a virus, slowly infecting me, making all of my defenses erode with warmth i'd never felt. i watched him trap Tora the same way he did to me. the rest of Toman, too, bowed to his feet—he had us all under his spell. how come they broke free from him, but i never could? Mikey knew what he was doing. he oversaturated his world with people weaker than him so he could be our savior. he was all i had. Kei and Tora had each other, Ken was in love with Emma, Takashi had his sisters, Pah had more than all of us combined. i had nothing. it was either Mikey or loneliness for me. i was so naïve. the way i held him on such a high pedestal was detrimental for him and i never noticed.

"I have a bad feeling about tonight," Mikey speaks out loud.

his back is turned to us. he's staring out the window, feeling the rain pouring down outside as if it were pelting on his mind. it probably is. Mikey is someone who can put two and two together. the night Ken was stabbed, it was raining. i remember how he cried after the surgery. i wonder if he still thinks about it when the sky splits itself in half. is that what this is about? he hasn't talked to Ken in almost two years. he looks so small against the windows, against the bustling city he rules over. i turn away from him to meet Koko's eyes. he seems worried. he's asking if Mikey's ever been one to believe in bad feelings. i don't know.

there's really no escape for either of us until we die. the news arrives in the form of a disheveled Kanto Manji member. i'm horrified, but i don't have the time to care about my feelings. Ken must be happy now that he can meet Emma again. i wish it could be me. i'm not sure when i started to get used to my family leaving me behind. Shin was only the beginning.

Shin stung in a way i couldn't understand. i didn't find out about his murder until the following day when i went to hang out. the information slapped against my face all at once. Shin was dead. Tora killed him. Kei was with him.

Kei was with him? Kei, who knew just how valuable Mikey's things were, especially his cool older brother he looked up to so much. of all people, Kei broke one of Mikey's things—Kei broke one of my things. we lost three people that day, two of which came back and left right after. we started losing everyone around us. now i had two older brothers that were dead, that were killed. this one hurt. this one really hurt. we both had a dead older brother. we were both tasting loss.

Mikey hadn't even finished telling me the whole situation when laughter bubbled out of my throat. it didn't make any sense. there was always an empty space with the knowledge that i had a brother i never met, but now it was even emptier with my older brother being gone. i couldn't understand. i was breaking down as Mikey glared at me like i was insane. i was almost cackling while he moved in to wrap his arms around me. i wanted to cry for him.

"it hurts…" i muttered, because i needed it to hurt. Mikey gripped me so tightly, letting me know he was here to take care of me. "Manjiro, it hurts… he's gone… we won't get him back…" i would know. i lost family before i even had it. i thought i'd gained more family when Manjiro claimed me.

i wasn't crying and neither was he. Mikey comforted me, "but I'm still here. I won't leave you, so don't you leave me." but he didn't comfort me. he was comforting himself. this hurt him more than me. Shin was his brother before he was mine. i wasn't crying, but Mikey hid his face on my shoulder and i felt a few of his tears seep through my shirt. Manjiro would never leave me, so i could never leave him. i swore i belonged with him and nothing could take me away. he was mine to keep.

i knew right there that i'd been defeated. i wanted Death to come get me, too, but i knew i had to stay with Mikey. life was pulling at the seams and tearing us to pieces. we were so young. he was being weak and vulnerable with me; something he never did with anyone else, because he protected other people, he played savior for them, he was stronger than any of us. he should have played savior for me, but since he belonged to me as much as i belonged to him, he could simply cry and be vulnerable in my arms. 

against my neck, Mikey mumbled, "if it hurts… why don't you cry, too?" he took on all of the pain. he tightened his arms around me.

"you're crying my tears for me, Manjiro." my pain was his. all my pain was his to feel.

[paralianprince]

"Yeah." He stubs the sole of his boot against the floor, skidding it forward and back in a weird fidget. "That sounds fun actually."

It sounds daunting as hell. But there's absolutely no way on earth that Peter is about to drop the whole 'my house tried to kill one of my friends' tale onto him right now. It would be impossible for Latvia visiting to end like that; it had only ever happened because aforementioned friend had been stuck in the waiting room between life and dissolution, at the time.

Peter looks up at the micronations' overfilled corkboard, stuck full of news and drawings and postcards. Maybe it's weird how much the installation of some new stairs can mean to one of them.

It would be different if a nation visited though; the worst thing that could happen to Latvia is that he might not like it there.

"Here," Peter shifts to one side, to pull a phone from his pocket. He navigates it to the contacts page, and hands it over. "Then I'll text you so you'll have mine."

While he's at it, he pulls away a blanket off the back of the couch, revealing a pillow-sized sea turtle plushie, presumably hidden so no one would rib him for it. Peter sets it in his lap, for a more comfy place to rest his arm. He's not crying, but his throat does hurt.

Latvia has so far taken every single thing he has said incredibly seriously, even when Peter had intended them as jokes. But perhaps even more incredible than that, as soon as Peter told him anything, Latvia had intuited, almost instantly, everything one could possibly glean from it. Peter accidentally offers him two different numbers alluding to different stages of his life, and-- ta-da-- he knows what Peter was built for, and has approximated damn near everything that came after as well. 

It didn't matter if Peter referred to the last time he'd confided in a nation about his decommissioning as something so reductive as snitching-- Latvia had immediately understood exactly what that confrontation must have actually been like, and had read a great deal into the situation as though it came naturally to him. Peter has not said a single damn thing about food or a lack of it, but, well, here he is again, being correct about that too. He's not just sincere, he is also scary fucking smart. 

Peter is not too upset to be impressed. But even more astonishing than that... is that he wasn't using his own experiences, the fact that he has no doubt been through all the same but worse, to shut Peter down. Rather, he's using his familiarity with such things as proof that he is highly qualified, thank you very much, to insist that he knows a wound when he sees one. Even in someone as small and young as Peter is. That gentleness isn't a zero-sum game with him, where there's a finite amount of compassion to go around, which must be stringently rationed out only to those who deserve it the most.

Peter doesn't try to deflect this time.

"... And... I did want to see him again. Yeah."

What would that have felt like?  If he had been allowed to rest there at God's gates?  As an earned reward, instead of a sentencing, for all he'd tried to give? 

"I think he was scared of me though.  My humans were. I usually kept away from them, at the Captain's behest, as over time they'd come to fear me. Okay-- calling 'em my humans is a bit generous, but still. And it did get better, once everything, y'know, calmed down."

"I-I. . ." He cuts himself off, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his wrist as subtly as he can. Did he make things awkward? He probably made things awkward. Raivis takes a deep, shuddering breath. "Sorry." Somehow, he managed to flip the situation so that Peter was the one comforting him rather than the other way around. It's selfish, really, but it's not like he intended to have that effect. "Please do not try to playdown it. I-I know what isolation and starvation are like. I-I have been in famines, I have been stuck in cells, and 'dull' might be true, but that in no way changes how awful it is. If anything. . ." He trails off. If anything, the boredom is the part that makes it so unbearable. In situations like his, there's nothing to focus on except one's own suffering. Raivis has never been in solitary for more than a few days, so going literal years seems impossible. "Even if he thought you would disappear, h-he should have sent someone to check on you. He should have made sure. O-Or - OR! He should have - h-have brought you with him, whether you wanted to go or not, so that your last few days would be with the comfort of someone you know. There is no excuse. None. There isn't. You were let down in the most absolute way." Again he rubs at his eyes. The tears are slow, peeking out and escaping at odd intervals, but they're heavy and fat, cascading down when they manage to break free. He's gradually reeling them back in, regaining some control, but he's always been a crybaby. "I am not saying you should move away. I am only asking if you ever have fears about being abandoned there, l-like if everyone would leave again and you would be stuck." Raivis sniffles. The tears have mostly stopped, though they cling to the rims of his eyes and hang off his lashes. "I'm asking because - because if you a-are worried about that, you could always call me, i-if you wanted. I know you probably have other friends to help you, but if - if you ever are needing someone, or if you just need a friend, then I. . . If you wanted, I, too, could-"

[fictionalcharacters4life]

Just The Beginning*

Word Count: 727

Status: Not Requested!

A/N: Just a quick little drabble as I get back into my DBH phase

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human 2018

Relationship: Markus x Female!Reader

Summary: Markus has noticed a change in himself, and so have you.

Warnings: explicit content, soft core

Masterlist Detroit: Become Human Masterlist

{gif is not mine, credits go to -> @josh-washington-wants-pizza}

Giggling, you run up the staircase of Carl Manfred's mansion. He was out on a ride around the futuristic neighborhood, instructing you to keep a close eye on his droid. If only he’d known the relationship you had forming with his caretaker, maybe he wouldn’t have been so lenient.

You see, as Markus had adapted to the corresponding life of Detroit, you, alongside Carl, had noticed some changes. Human-like changes in fact. As you’d read in the magazines and newspapers in Detroit, the robots have similar body structures on the outside, adaptive feelings on the inside.

You hadn’t noticed it then, when you’d first met the small family, but you sure as hell didn’t take long to notice the signs. Attraction. Lust. Want. All different words, all the same meanings between human... and robot.

Smiling curiously, Markus eyes you from the bottom of the staircase, eyes wide and childlike.

“What, are you just gonna stand there? Or, are you gonna chase me?” you laugh, flying up the remaining stairs and down the hall.

Clogs working for a moment, Markus’ LED, a small moment of blinking orange before his mind is made up and flashes back to blue. Smiling, he runs up the stairs after you, following down the hall to the door you’d left ajar. Walking through, he’s yet again left dumbfounded, standing stoic and straight at the sight before his eyes.

Before him, you stand in only a robe, having quickly stripped your body of clothes to leave just your pre-planned black lingerie. Your cheeks ablaze, you spin the tie of the robe seductively, grinning up at Markus with slight regret.

“What’s this?” he asks, a burning sensation curling in the pit of his abdomen.

“Well, I have noticed... how you look at me,” you start, staring at the floor, “And, it’s almost childlike. How you stare openly and so transparent. You want me, don’t you Markus?”

Eyes having roamed your form freely, Markus gulps then snaps his attention back to your awaiting gaze, a swift nod collecting your straggling thoughts. “Yes. Yes I do,” he nods again.

“Then have me,” you smirk.

In two swift strides, Markus’ hands splay at your hips, pulling your body to meld right against his. Then do you feel his arousal on your stomach, poking and prodding in selfish need. Fumbling with the robe, he feels the fabric in embarrassment, his innocence and uncertainty laid plainly before you.

“You don’t have experience, huh?”

He shakes his head again, going to pull away from you.

Grabbing his hands, you pull them to lay on your palms, “Then I’m just gonna have to show you.” You laugh and push him lightly to fall against the bed, a soft smile gracing his lips again.

Removing your robe and tossing it to the floor, you motion for Markus to sit up, helping him out of his shirt, then motion for him to remove his pants and shoes. Once he’s done so, you push him back against the headboard, smiling confidently at him for reassurance. “You don’t need to tense up, I’ve got you.”

Straddling his hips, you place your hands on his cheeks, sensually starting a rhythm when your hips find his begging tip through his boxers, your arousal dampening the soft material. His body tightens again, a wave of pleasure coursing through him as the first grinds start.

You giggle, placing a soft kiss to his lips, soon tracing a line down his neck to his collar. Looking up, his breathing quickens and cheeks heat in pleasure. He was close, but you couldn’t allow the fun to be over yet.

Removing yourself from where you both needed each other, you pull Markus lightly, asking him to lay on the pillows. Submissively, he does so, staring at you in adoration. Sitting up on your knees, you pin his arms above his head with your hands, kissing his passionately. 

Detaching yourself again, you kiss and nibble his jaw, slowly moving down towards his chest, admiring the firm exterior of his chest and arms. “You’re so hot,” you compliment, smiling up at him for a second.

His cheeks blaze, the humane normalcy a complete marvel to you.

“However, I’m just getting started,” you giggle as his eyes widen. “I’M just getting started.”

[raineydays411]

My Father's daughter pt 3

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Summary: Back at the Tower, Y/n has a talk with Pepper.

a/n: ohhh another part finished!! some new characters will be revealed next part and i’m so great full for @social-media-imagines-by-me fir helping me create them💕💕

You were furious.

You stormed into your room and slammed the door, finding satisfaction in the loud bang it produced. You then ripped through your drawers and closet, pulling on some work out clothes and some gloves. You then marched out of the room, slamming the door again, startling Sam and Bucky who happened to be passing by.

"Geez kid, slam it a little harder I don't think it fell off the hinges yet." Sam jokes, but you were in no joking mood so you swirled around with fire in your eyes.

"You okay doll?" Bucky softly asks, pushing a frightened Sam to the side. You sigh, knowing it's not fair to take out your anger on them.

"Sorry Sam, it's just...my biological mom is here and wants me to move in with her."

"Oh..." Bucky says, not good with things like this, " Do you want me to like...kill her or..."

"NO" You laugh, " It's just I haven't seen her in nine years and she has the audacity to come up here like it's nothing?!"

Your anger returns, " She thinks that just because she pushed me out of her vagina"

The two men cringe at the words

"That she can just claim me? That's not how it works!" You shout, " And, she brought her fucking husband. The man she left us for! Who does that?!"

Bucky looks at Sam, mentally asking him what they should do. Sam just rolls his eyes and turns back to you.

"Come on kid, it looks like you wanna punch something."

and with that he lead you to the training room where Steve was training with Peter.

"Come on queens, you gotta stay on your feet" Steve k=jokes as he, again, trips Peter.

"Mr. Rogers, do you think we should take a break?" Peter pants.

You stride pass them, not bothering to say hi. They look at Sam and Bucky for an explanation and just get a shake of the head.

"Hey Y/n that's my punching" Steve started to say when he saw you throw a hard punch to the bag, "Nevermind..."

You ignore the group behind you, opting to pummel the poor punching bag in front of you.

Your mind flashes back to your mother and her words.

"A girl needs her mother"

*punch*

"Oh petal I wanted to call"

*punch* *punch*

"Come to Gotham. Meet your siblings!"

*BANG*

You look down to see the punching bag flew off the hook and is spilling sand on the floor. You were confused, as you knew you weren't strong enough to do that, not even when you were angry.

"Wow, I guess Cap didn't secure that hook again."

You jump, not expecting someone to be there, as you heard Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Peter leave. You turn to see Pepper there looking at the bag in surprise. You sigh, stepping away from the mess and taking off your gloves. You make your way to the bench and take a swig of water.

"Did you need something Pep?" You ask, avoiding eye contact.

"Well, i was just wondering if my kid was okay. But given the fact that you punched that bag like it would restore your honor.."

You knew you shouldn't have showed her Avatar.

"I'm assuming your not." She finishes.

You give her a half smile, looking down at your hands.

"Y/n" She says, " Talk to me."

You finally speak, "Why now?"

Pepper frowns, understanding that small phrase, ' I don't know."

"She's not my mother." You state, " She...she might have been once but now?"

Pepper nods," I love you."

You smile, the words reassuring you, " I love you too Pep."

"Come on, your messing up your manicure." She says with a smile, standing and extending a hand towards you. You feel your demnor soften and your mood lighten. Pepper always managed to make you feel better.

"Yeah okay..thanks." You say, taking her hand and letting her pull you from the bench, " Are you hungry? Cause I am>"

"Y/n we just ate!"

"Like an hour ago"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Days went by and you hadn't heard a peep from Christine. It was like she went off to lick her wounds and just decided not to reach out again.

Which didn't bother you one bit.

But apparently the universe wanted to fuck with you because when you came home from a day out with Peter, there was your mother, Bruce Wayne, and all six million of her fucking kids sitting on the couch.

"What the fuck?" You say causing the attention to turn to you.

"Language" Peter says, You smile softly at him before then turning to glare at Tony.

"Don't look at me, it was your moth-uh Peppers idea." Tony stumbled, looking rather uncomfortable sharing a drink with the man that his...wife? girlfriend?... whatever she was left him for.

"Pep what?" You asking, softening your glare because you'd be damned if you disrespected her.

"I just think it'd be best if we clear the air and get everything out on the table." Pepper said in that tone she uses when she's dealing with difficult people or the press. You called it her CEO tone.

"Now, go take your bags upstairs and wash up. And I'll pretend that you aren't an hour late"

"It was Peter's idea..." You mumbled and walking to the stairs that lead to the bed rooms.

"It was not!" Peter shouts following you to the rooms to help with the bags.

Christine watched as her daughter walked out of the room, playfully arguing with Peter. It was as if she were a whole different person, carefree and playful. Totally different from when she was glaring and stiff when talking to her. It broke her heart hearing Tony refer to Pepper as her Mother rather than Christine. But what did she expect?

Damian scoffed catching her attention, "Mother I do not see why you've dragged us here, that girl didn't even acknowledge us."

"Damian, enough" Bruce said, not looking away from his awkward conversation with Tony.

"Gee if only I could do that with our kids." Tony mutters into his drink.

"Does Y/n argue often?" Bruce asks trying to engage in conversation.

Tony laughs before fondly speaking, " Sort of. She isn't the type to back down when she thinks something is right. There was this one time I caught her arguing with one of my business partners about his "condescending tone and misogynistic attitude"."

""And did she apologize after?"

"Hell no. She glared at me and told me apologizing just for his ego would be demeaning her experiences as a woman. Although to be fair he was an asshole."

Bruce chuckles, " She sounds like a well rounded young woman. How old was she then?"

"Ah about 10, it was funny seeing this little girl argue in a Justin Bieber shirt argue about the patriarchy with a full grown man."

Bruce and Tony shared a laugh, picturing the scene.

"You must be very proud of her." Bruce mentions after they quieted down. Tony let a small smile escape.

" I am. She's had a rough life, and I..." Tony trails off, " She means everything to me. Without her...I don't think I'd be the same person I am today."

And with that, Tony downed his drink and stood, " Want another?"

Bruce smiled and accepted, watching Tony leave. He can tell that the man was close to his daughter. A bond that formed due to a loss, they both grew from it and grew closer. He understood, thinking about his own children.

Pepper and Christine were having a somewhat similar conversation, although it was a little more tense.

"So...Pepper-"

"Virginia." Pepper said, cutting her off.

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Virginia. Pepper is a nickname my family calls me."

"Oh. Okay, Virginia, how long have you known Y/n and Tony?"

"Oh about nine or so years. I was promoted to assistant when I saw how much of a mess Tony was." Pepper said casually.

Dick and Jason tensed, overhearing the tense conversation between the two mothers. But before Dick could interrupt Jason sat him back down.

"I wanna see what happens."

Christine continued, " And when did you become a..more permanent around the house?"

"When I saw that Y/n the one taking care of Tony." Pepper said in a serious tone, "She was the one making sure he didn't choke on his vomit and eating cereal as his flings walked out the room. Then he got kidnapped...and y/n was alone. So I made sure she’d never be alone again.”

Christine heart sank. She knew about the whole kidnapping thing. Why she didn't step in, she doesn't know. It's just another thing she regrets to this day.

Before Pepper could continue, she heard two sets of footsteps and voices

"All I'm saying is, if he looks at me funny, I'm fighting him and that's that."

"Yeah maybe not the best impression on..." Peter cuts off when they reach the living room. Eyes again on the two of you.

"Let's get this over with." You muttered, saying bye to Peter and making way over to the couch to sit next to Pepper.

"Y/n!" Christine says happily, " I'm glad you're here. We brought you something!"

She pulls out a box and she carefully hands it over to you.

You look at it suspiciously before getting a nudge from Pepper.

"Thank you." You grit out. Earning a glare from Damian and Cassandra.

You open the box to see...cupcakes.

"They're the peanut butter strawberry cupcakes you used to like. Remember? I used to bring them when I came to see you." Christine says, trying to bring up good memories.

You frown and close the box, " I'm allergic to strawberries."

Lie.

Pepper casts a glance towards you, "They look lovely, let me take them into the kitchen, I'll check on dinner."

And with that she takes the box and leaves into the kitchen. Leaving you and Tony alone.

"So...Stark" Damian started fixing his gaze on you.

"Yes, Wayne?" You said, matching his energy.

"What exactly is it you want from my mother?" He asks, earning a groan from his older brothers.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if she left me alone." You say with a straight face.

Christine frowns but before she says something Damian speaks up again.

"Tt, all this drama for the likes of you? It's honestly disappointing" He drawls, trying to get under your skin.

"Damian!" Christine scolded.

"Well, I apologize for not meeting your standards. I'd try harder if I cared what a toddler thought of me."

Jason let out a surprised chuckle while the rest of the family looked on in shock. Tony just rolled his eyes.

"I do not understand why Mother insists on rekindling her relationship with you. You obviously weren't worth the effort the first time around." He spits, causing the rest of the family to gasp.

You however, just laugh, " When you figure it out, let me know. It's probably the same reason she puts up with you."

Damian glares, about to start in again when Jason cuts him off " Shut up Demon. She got you man."

"Tt"

"I'm Jason, and anyone who can out that brat in check is good in my book." He says sending you a smirk.

You smile back, " I'm friends with Loki and Wade Wilson, I'm hardly affected by anything anymore." Your dad rolls his eyes again, he’s not exactly enthusiastic about your choice in friends.

You like this one. Probably the one you're gonna be able to stand in this family.

"Don't hog her Jason!" Dick shouts pushing him away before turning to smile at you, " Hi! I'm-"

"Dick Grayson. I know, you spilled your champagne on my dress a few years ago at a New Years gala." You say, still a little bitter about it.

"Oh. heh, right, sorry about that. Again." He says sheepishly.

You turn to Cassandra, " You're Cassandra. You and your friend cornered me in the bathroom."

Cassandra scowls and looks away.

Then you turned to Tim, " And you need to learn how to secure your fire walls better."

Tim looked at you confused, "Um excuse me?"

You smirked, " Just a suggestion. I assume you don't want people to know about your...bats in the attic?"

The whole family froze.

You knew? There was no way.

"Kid, are you hacking again?" Tony said exasperatedly, " You promised you'd stop after the last time."

"Hey it's not my fault Shuri didn't think about changing her password." You say defensively, “ and it’s not like you were complaining when you had me hack into SHEILDS databases”

“What was that!?” Pepper shouts from the kitchen.

“Heheh, nothing dear.” Tony shouts back then in a hushed voice scolds you, “ I gave you fifty bucks to keep that a secret.”

“I didn’t say what you had me retrieve.” You said smugly leaning back in your chair.

Bruce didn’t know how to feel.

On one hand, this teen that objectively hates his family, knows their biggest secret. She can singlehandedly destroy their family and expose them. And she has the means to.

But on the other, she’s a perfect fit for their family. She gets along with Jason, doesn’t let Damian get under her skin, and from the looks of it can definitely take care of herself. Only thing is, again, she hates his wife and by association, his family.

“I’m sorry, hacking? You know that’s illegal right?” Tim asks, still in shock that you got past his security systems.

You turn to him and in a bored tone replied , “Yeah? and?”

Tim stuttered for a bit before going quiet with a blush. It was adorable really.

You had to hold back a laugh, it was fun getting this stuffy family all riled up. Especially when you can see the disapproval in Christines face.

“Tony, you let our daughter participate in illegal activities??” Christine asks with a raised brow.

The table goes silent at the tone of her voice. Knowing that when she uses it someone is really in trouble.

But you roll your eyes because how are you supposed to know what that tone means?

“I let my daughter express herself in a ...healthy way. She knows her limits.” Tony replies cooly, taking a drink and looking back into the kitchen wondering where Pepper went.

”Obviously not. Tony she has no regard for the laws at all! You think i didn’t see the headlines last year?!”

Ah yes, last year you had a slight scandal where you may have punched a pap for trying to get a picture up your skirt but who wouldn’t?!

“ And you let her hang around criminals and terrorists?!”

You scoff, “ Oh please everyone in the Avengers was a criminal or terrorist at least once.”

“Not helping kid.” Tony says, “Christine, you and your family have no right to come into my home and judge my family. I’ve been civil. Hell maybe a little too much. Mainly because if I wasn’t, my wife—err Fiancée, would kill me.”

You snicker, earning a few glares.

“Look the point is, don’t tell me how to raise my daughter. Especially because I was doing it all alone.” Tony finishes with a sigh.

The table goes silent. You were getting tired of all the tense silences today.

“ Look.” You turn to Christine, “ I get that you probably feel guilty or something because you ditched me. And I appreciate that or whatever.”

You were not good at this.

“ But I don’t wanna live with you.”

Christine looks down sadly, “ Y/n I just...I just want to get to know you again. You’re my baby.”

Before you could answer you heard a crash come from the kitchen and smoke fill the rooms.

“ Pepper?!” You cough, “ Dad what’s happening?!”

“ I don’t know. Stay here�� He says summoning his suit.

“FRIDAY?!” You shout, but not hearing the AI.

The Wayne’s all looked at each other in panic. They didn’t bring their suits, thinking it was just a dinner.

You turn to them and shout “ Come with me, and stay low!”

You start to lead them to the stair case, knowing that the rooms were relatively safe.

“Come on!” you yell when they don’t follow you.

Christine stands from her seat and makes to follow you before being stopped by Damian.

“Mother we cannot..”

“Damian, I’ve had about enough of you. Let’s go.” She says sternly and follows you. The rest of the family following behind as Bruce nudges Damian.

“ Come on son.”

“Father we don’t know where she’s leading us.” Damian says stubbornly.

“There’s nothing we can do right now.” he coughs.

The sounds of punching and the blasts come from the kitchen.

“Let’s go.”

They finally join the rest of the family. You have them crouched in the hallway.

“ This is James’ room. Dad had it modified just incase he was ever triggered into the Winter Solider again. No ones getting through this door when it’s locked.”

You usher them in.

“Come on Y/n” Christine says reaching a hand out to you.

You smirk, “ What? and miss all the action?”

You close the door and lock it before leaving. Laughing at their surprised faces.

The room is silent.

“ She’s awesome!” Jason says with a laugh.

[twiceasfrustrating]

I don't know if you wanted people to send you asks with the kiss prompts or not. If not, just go ahead and ignore and delete this.

A mix between 20 and 48. Beel and a short GN!MC. Usually they have to be sitting (or lying down) or Beel has to lift MC up and either hold them or place them on something higher while he remains standing to avoid him having to bend down ridiculously low to kiss them. Enter: stairs. Here they can both stand up straight while they kiss, and MC can even be "taller" and be the one that has to bend down a bit for a change. <3

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Beel, Main Character

Additional Tags: GN!MC (you/your), kissing, fluff

A/N: You know, I wasn’t… but this is really cute so BAM

Word Count: 446

Demons are… very large. Even Asmodeus, who is the shortest of his siblings by far, is large enough to smack his head in a human doorway. When it comes to Beel, well, he is on an entirely different level. Even by demon standards, he is massive (and still growing!). It’s almost embarrassing when you stand next to one another because you practically fade into the background compared to him.

What's more embarrassing, however, is the way you beg for him to bend over when you want to kiss his cheek. It shouldn't be so hard to give such an innocent and casual expression of affection, but you can't reach him even standing on your tiptoes. 

Oftentimes, he has to lift you up. It's honestly easier than him bending over constantly, but it also can feel very belittling. You're a full grown human and he picks you up as if you weighed little more than a child's doll. You know it isn't malicious, but… uggg

Until the time you are trying to walk to class and hear his voice calling to you from a flight below you. It's one of those zigzagging stair wells, looping left and right as they ascend and each flight separated by a railing.

You stopped where you were, looking over the railing to see him below. He's incredibly tall next to the other students as he stomps up the stairs to meet with you. You know his schedule and he isn't going the same way as you. In fact, this floor he's coming to should be his stop while you have to go up another one.

He stops across the railing from you, giving you a large beaming smile at his luck for catching you before your next class. He really was the cutest when he wanted to be (even when he didn't want to be).

You don't realize it at first, but at some point it finally hits you that both of you are standing face-to-face. Actually, you may be slightly taller than him for once.

There are many things you could do with such an advantage, but you settle on trying something you've always wanted to.

"Hey, close your eyes," you say with a smirk on your face and when he does, for once, you have to be the one to bend down to give him a kiss.

When he finally opens his eyes to look up at you, his face has gone red. So that's what it felt like to be the small one in a relationship… he decided he liked it, as he stood on his toes to return the favor before you two needed to part ways.

[koushou]

i love it smmmm omg. the megumi fix is amazing it’s more than i asked for ❤️❤️ bro 6,9k is a blessing you don’t understand how glad it made me it’s so worth the wait. tumblr is so dry when it comes to anime fics and especially w megumi thank you for feeding me something other than the crumbs this website gives me. i don’t want to be too annoying but whenever you’re free if you could do a pt 2 cause that ending omg. i love it sm and i can’t thank you enough ❤️

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : slight makeout scene idk HAHA nothing too intense though (also not proofread because i wanted to get this posted as soon as i finished it)

wc : 3.5k

a/n : ur too sweet omg and im FINALLY back from procrastinating your request again anon… (i really apologize i don’t mean to take so long pls forgive me D: ) i hope this is what you wanted!!

pt. 1 (you don’t really have to read pt 1 to understand this part but i do recommend it)

loud chatter echoes through the large modern dining hall located on the second floor of the hotel.

“i’m… so full…” a certain pink haired male burps for the nth time as he still continues to stuff food into his mouth. gojo laughs at itadori’s passion for the hotel food, while doing the same as he takes a large bite of a pancake.

you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and leaning back in your cushioned chair, already finished with your 3rd plate of breakfast. i mean, who could blame you? hotel breakfast food just hits a different type of way.

“so, spill all the juicy events that happened last night, i wanna know!” nobara nudges you excitedly, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

rolling your eyes, you look away from the ginger female and pretend to not have heard her. accidentally, you were now faced towards megumi, sitting on the opposite side of you. your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly turned away, breaking the awkward interaction.

“aww— c’mon, y/n! please—“

“nothing happened at all! and don’t think i forgot the way you ignored my knocks on your door yesterday,” you shot her a glare, earning a sheepish laugh in return.

“but... in the same bed..?”

you were about to retort back when gojo stands up and claps his hand over his stomach, which now seemed just… a few sizes bigger.

“alright! have we all finished our food? god, when did hotel food get so good— anyway, it’s time to pack our things and head back home!” your constantly enthusiastic teacher exclaims, as a waiter comes to collect your plates.

after thanking the waiter and paying the bill (poor gojo-sensei’s wallet), you all head back upstairs to drive back home.

a thick silence hangs over your room as you and megumi collect your items, not wanting to bring up any events from last night. finally ready to head out, you walk towards the door to open it until another hand reaches the handle at the same time.

you retract your hand quickly, while the other hand lingers in the air above the knob.

“oh— sorry, you can go first!” you gulp, backing up a bit so megumi can exit first.

he pauses for a second, twisting the knob until the door pulls open. you expected him to walk out, but he makes his way to the other side of you instead, still holding the door open.

you look over at him with a questioning look, receiving a slight shrug and a hint of a smirk.

“ladies first.”

why was his stupid face so handsome?

you shook your head at his teasing expression, making your way out the door to the carpeted hallway, him following close behind.

the others were already at the lobby waiting, their conversation becoming clearer as you reach them.

“what’s taking them both so long? you don’t think they’re too busy… y’know…” nobara’s usual cheerful voice carries her words to your ears, making you roll your eyes and spook her from being.

“boo.”

“i’m just sayin- oh my go—“ she frantically turns around, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it was just you.

“you scared me!”

“what were we talking about?”

“nothing important! come on, we should get going!” nobara nudges gojo and itadori ahead, escaping you as she scurries out of the lobby.

you hear a yawn from behind you, a tuft of black hair moving past you as you suppress the urge to laugh at megumi’s already messy hairstyle, amplified by his morning bed hair.

finally, you were all seated back in gojo’s car, ready to drive back to the school so you all can head back to your own homes.

the ride back was full of gojo’s irritating voice singing along to songs playing from the car radio, itadori laughing along, and the rest of you too excited to leave the car.

“alright kids! we’re here, make sure to be safe on the way back home!”

gojo waves to all of you as you hop out of his car one by one, basking in the cool summer air for a few seconds.

“see you guys!”

itadori jogs away, heading in the direction of his own home, followed by megumi, then nobara, and lastly, you.

upon reaching your house, your mother welcomes you, asking about your day, if you had fun, and other typical mother questions.

you were telling her about your day when you suddenly recalled the hotel night events, and scurried away embarrassed upstairs to your room, leaving a very confused mom behind.

you flop down onto the bed, face down, wanting to get a good few minutes of quiet nap time in before your phone dings with a notification.

grunting, you pull your phone out from your pocket, swiping across the screen to check the message.

surprisingly, it was from megumi, eyebrows suspiciously raising as you open the text message from him. you two rarely texted unless it was about school or business-related, so you couldn’t think of anything he would need from you right now.

megumi : Hey.

megumi : I have your hair tie with me. You probably left it in my bag or something.

megumi : I’m coming over in 5 minutes.

you sat up abruptly, rereading his messages to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

you had been so caught up with his prior messages that you failed to register that he said he was going to be at your house in… 5 minutes.

hurriedly, you swiped to see what time he had sent that last message. 12:34 AM.

your eyes moved to the top of your phone screen, reading the current time. 12:37 AM.

almost falling out of bed scrambling to your room mirror, you checked your appearance to make sure you looked fine and your hair wasn’t messy and-

you paused.

“why am i so concerned about how i look? why do i care about this?”

you slapped your face with both hands, bringing yourself back to reality when you were interrupted again, but this time by your doorbell ringing from downstairs.

making your way out of your room, you saw that your mom had already opened the door with a familiar tall figure standing in the doorway.

“oh! megumi, it’s been a while!” your mom lets megumi in with a smile, already going to the kitchen to make him some tea.

he bows politely, sitting down on the couch, now changed into a loose white t-shirt with black shorts.

“uh- theres no need to make me tea, i won’t be here for too long—“

“nonsense! you can even stay for lunch, dear megumi! i just have to prepare the last dish and—“

you finally clear your throat, standing at the middle of the stairs, catching both of their attention.

“oh, y/n! i have to go out to the grocery store for some ingredients, take care of our guest megumi, alright?” she places two cups of tea on the table in front of megumi, grabbing her keys to head out.

“wait, mom—“

she sends you a wink by the door, already outside before you can finish your sentence.

you sigh in defeat, sitting across from megumi on the other couch.

“here.”

megumi pulls out a black hair tie from his pocket, almost identical to the one currently around your wrist.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion at the hair tie. “but i only have one? and i didn’t bring any extra yesterday..?” you motion to your own arm.

he looks back and forth between your wrist and the one he had in his hand, scratching his head in confusion.

“it was in our hotel room, so i assumed it was yours.” he shrugs, placing it on the table. “but if it isn’t, i can just throw it away.”

you hum, taking a sip of the tea your mom prepared as he does the same, cringing as the still hot tea burns his tongue.

“pfft…”

he glares at you, placing the cup down as his eyes scan around your living room, taking in the decorations.

“i’ll just keep it then, it seems new.” you take the forgotten hair tie on the table, and wear it around your wrist, now decorated with two black hair ties.

he nods, sitting back against the couch, silence falling between you both.

a question suddenly popped up in your mind, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“you came all the way here… just to give me a hair tie?”

the question seems to set him a little nervous, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact as he fidgets in his seat.

“well— i figured i’d return it to you before i forgot,” he shrugs, reaching out to take another sip of his tea before pulling back quickly again at the heat.

you nod slowly, still unconvinced with his answer. who goes all the way to someone’s house to return a hair tie?

“okay then, see you on monday?” you get up, ready to send him back off.

his head snaps up, still not moving in his seat as he opens his mouth slowly, as if unsure of how to respond.

“um- i thought your mom said i could stay…for lunch…?”

he averts his eyes, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he looks away. your mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as you recall your mom’s words and those were - in fact what she had said.

it wasn’t that you were against him staying for lunch, but you two weren’t even friends or remotely close at that. rivals would even suit you both better than friends.

“but if you want i can, uh, leave now,” he starts to stand, looking uncomfortable in his position across from you.

it was then that you remembered megumi’s background, that his mother had left early at birth, plus his father wasn’t exactly present.

you couldn’t imagine living without your parents, and how lonely he must be without true family.

“no! i mean, that’s not what i meant, you can stay.” you sputter out before he gets the wrong idea.

his eyes seem to light up at your words, nodding before sitting back down on his previous spot on the couch.

you glance over at the time on your phone, it had been around 7 minutes after your mom had left.

the tension was thick in the room, and just when you thought you were about to explode from the awkwardness, he finally breaks the silence.

“do you… play that?”

you turn to where his eyes are placed on, seeing your black xbox console laying on top of a cabinet, having been untouched for a while.

“oh that? yeah, occasionally, why?”

you hear a snicker from beside you, snapping your head to find his lips curled into a teasing grin.

“oh, i just didn’t think a nerd like you would play games.”

you raise your eyebrows at his words. “you sure about that? it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at games either, megumi.” you make sure to stretch out each three syllables of his name to tease him further.

he huffs while leaning back, still maintaining intense eye contact with you, almost challenging each other to say something back.

“how about this, whoever wins against the other gets to make them do whatever they want. no matter what it is.” he nods over to the console, tilting his head as he waits for your response.

you chuckle, standing up to take the console, fiddling with it for a moment before turning back to him.

“alright, just don’t cry when you lose too much, okay?”

he shrugs, smirking as he looks around the living room for the other console, making you remember something.

“oh, the other console plus a TV is in my room, wanna just play there?”

he stiffens suddenly, before nodding slowly and following you upstairs to your room.

reaching the door, you suddenly stop, making megumi grunt and come to a stop, almost crashing into you.

“uh - wait here.”

you open the door just enough to slip inside, quickly gathering some of your belongings and cleaning as much as you could, to at least make your room seem presentable.

“okay!” you open the door for megumi, who makes no move to enter at first.

“...”

“you can come in.”

“... is this okay?”

you cock your head, not understanding his question.

“your mom isn’t home.”

“...so?”

“we’re alone.”

“and?”

“i’m… going into your room.”

“what is your point?” you began to grow frustrated at this conversation. then, it hit you all of a sudden.

“ahh, megumi? have you never been in a girl’s room alone before?” you snicker, shaking your head from laughter.

he starts to protest, before quickly closing his mouth and finally entering your room.

you connect the two consoles into your TV in your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you load up the games on the screen.

“you can sit here if you want,” you pat the empty spot next to you, to which he carefully sits down on, taking one console from your hand.

“ready?”

he nods, as you start the game.

-- --

“what--?!”

you throw your hands up in frustration, groaning as you flop backwards on the bed.

“i told you, you can’t beat me.” megumi chuckles, dodging a stuffed bear you threw in his direction.

you huffed, sitting back up, determined to beat him at least once.

“one last rematch!”

he lets out a laugh, a rare one that you think you might just never forget, and starts the game again.

after a few minutes of intense clicking, yelling and laughing, you let out a proud shout, the word victory flashing across your screen.

you pick up another stuffed animal from your bed and toss it straight at megumi’s face, celebrating as he lets out an ‘oof’ and glare back at you.

“but i still won around, 7 times, so i get to make you do something- oof-” he stumbles back again from another stuffed animal to the face.

“hmm? i don’t know what you’re talking about--” you pretend to not have heard him before your vision goes momentarily black from a soft object hitting your face, a pink bear landing in your lap.

“hey!”

“what, you keep throwing them at me!”

“fine…”

“hey, why are you getting so close--!”

you tackle megumi backwards onto the bed, throwing your pillows at his face -- not very gently -- as he tries to shield his arms in vain.

“ahh—! okay, okay, i’m sorry, stop it—“ he huffs as you finally stops your attack, his dark blue orbs looking up into yours.

you only now noticed your close proximity, quickly sitting back up to create some distance between the both of you. he clears his throat, fiddling with one of your pillows.

“well, a loss is a loss, what do i have to do?” you sigh, admitting your defeat.

“hmm…” he seems to be lost in deep thought, probably trying to find the worst thing he can make you do.

after a few silent, intense seconds, he finally speaks.

“are you… free tomorrow?”

you turn to him, giving him a questioning look at his strange question. he only stares back at you in response, awaiting your answer.

“um… yeah, i’m free the whole day, why do you as-“

“come watch a movie with me tomorrow.” he blurts out quickly, not even letting you finish your sentence.

you gape at him, still processing his words, unsure if you had heard wrong.

“... sorry?”

his face was reddenning by the second, yet his eyes remained firmly on yours the whole time.

“let’s go watch the new movie in the theater. i heard it’s quite popular already despite releasing only last week.”

“oh… okay, i can ask nobara if she wants to com-“

“don’t!” he says a little too loudly, clearing his throat after as he regains his composure.

“i mean, i- just, you.”

“just.. us?”

he nods.

silence fell again between the two of you, unsure if he was asking you what you thought he was asking you. you decide to test the waters cautiously.

“man.. it’s almost like you’re asking me out on a date, megumi?” you tease lightly, expecting a ‘tch’ or an, ‘as if’.

“so what if i am?”

now that was an answer you weren’t expecting.

“you’re.. joking, right?”

megumi sighs, moving closer until his body was mere centimeters away from yours.

“i’m serious.”

“do you... like me or something?”

he stares at you blankly. “would i ask you on a date if i didn’t have feelings for you, idiot?”

you only just realize how stupid your question sounded, trying to find a response until he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.

they felt soft, yet slightly gruff from constant training and fighting, large enough to cover one half of your face. they were warm, slightly trembling probably from nervousness, yet made you wish he’d never take it off.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to. we can forget this ever happened.” his own cheeks turning slightly pink, yours probably even worse as the space between your faces closed in slowly.

“but i don't think i can do this anymore, so just let me be a little selfish this once, okay?”

barely registering his words before he moves in to kiss you, soft lips moving against the other as his hand tightens against the side of your cheek. you barely register your own actions anymore, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck, and finally finding home cupped around his face.

he groans against your lips, pressing you down until he was now hovering above you, never breaking the kiss even once in the process. you lost track of how long you both had been making out in your bed before you hear the front door open from downstairs.

frantically, the both of you separated in fear of your mom catching you in the act, catching your breaths while still processing what just happened.

you hear shuffling from downstairs, standing up to escape megumi before you were pulled back into a warm chest.

“wait—“ his arms wrap around you to trap you from leaving his grasp, your eyes looking everywhere but his, and suddenly your wall was the most interesting thing in sight.

“are we… really going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you finally gather the courage to look him in the face, almost melting at the soft pout set on his (now slightly redder than before) lips.

“ilikeyoutoo.” you get out quickly before you lose the chance to say it again.

he stiffens against you, eyes lighting up almost like an excited puppy receiving treats. “you like me? i didn’t hear you, so can you say it again?”

you huff, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, only resulting in him pulling you closer to sit on his lap. he presses his forehead to yours, chuckling at your futile attempt to escape.

“i said— i like you—!” you ram your head into his, making him groan in pain, loosening his hold on you. the perfect chance for escape.

you saw the opportunity, dashing to the door, twisting the knob, almost getting it open until—

“nope,” megumi’s hand stops the door in time, instead twisting you around until your back was now flat against the wood, both of his palms placed beside your head.

“y/n? megumi?” your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.

“megumi! move, my mom’s home,” you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away to no avail.

he grabs your pushing hand and places it on the left side of his chest, letting you feel the soft but fast thumping of his heart, almost matching the pace of your own.

“this is all your fault. you’re not gonna take responsibility for it?” he inches closer to your burning face, making you huff and grab his face.

you press your lips to his, feeling him immediately return the kiss, but you pull away after a few seconds, leaving him still trying to kiss you again.

“nope, my mom’s home, and i’m hungry.”

you open the door, seeing your mom begin to set the table with plates of food downstairs. you look back at megumi, who still looked sad after getting his kiss cut short.

sighing, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together before pulling him down the stairs.

“come on, it’s time for lunch. you’ll get more later.”

you feel him perk up, giving your hand a squeeze as he follows close behind.

you steal a glance at your wrist, still wearing both the hair ties. good thing he hadn’t noticed you stuffing one into his bag this morning.

[imagines-all-day-everyday]

Madripoor

Requested by: MEEE cause this plot popped into my head the second I watched this episode

Summary: Bucky was just following Sharon’s advice to enjoy the party when he meets *yn*, what he isn’t counting on is that he most definitely won’t be staying out of trouble.

Warnings: THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER EP 3 SPOILERS YOU’VE BEEN WARNEDDDDD, fluff, swearing, violence

PART TWO (NAGEL)

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“Lay low, blend in. Enjoy the party.” Sharon spoke as she made her way up the stairs. “Oh and try to stay out of trouble, I’ll see what I can find.” 

“Trouble?” Zemo smirked. 

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Sharon’s words echoed in Bucky’s ears as he made his way through the party. Sweaty bodies were pressed up against him as he ducked and weaved through the crowd. It felt like the pulsating music was drumming against his skull as he made his way up to the bar.

“I’m way too old for this.” He huffed out once he reached Sam, gesturing to the bartender for two shots.

“Old or lame? There’s a big difference.” Sam remarked as the pair simultaneously clinked their glasses together and skulled the liquid. Bucky smirked as he watched Sam cough and splutter.

“Now who’s the lame one?” Bucky chuckled, the liquid burning his throat.

“Maybe we both are. Look at Zemo, the dude may be weird but he’s got game.” Sam answered once he’d recovered. 

Bucky followed his gaze to see Zemo dancing in between two women, both giggling and chatting animately. He watched as Zemo suddenly began pumping his arm enthusiastically to the beat as the girls watched him wide eyed, before exchanging glancing and slipping back into the crowd without another word.

“On second thought dude’s just weird.”

Bucky let out a chuckle as he leant forward and grabbed the beer that the bartender had left out for him. He took a swig as he turned back around to face the party. He automatically swept over area, his eyes sliding over the hundreds of faces as he looked out for any threat.

He paused as his eyes fell on a flash of bright red material. 

Upon closer inspection he noted that the bright red material was in fact a silk dress that was covering the slender figure of a young woman. It was a halter dress that had a deep slit down the front and was almost completely backless, the silk material falling down almost to her ankles with another deep slit also running up her leg that exposed her thigh. 

He felt his grip on his beer tighten as his eyes fell on her face, revealing a pair of eyes framed by thick lashes and lips painted with a deep plum lipstick. She was snaking her way through the crowd, gracefully dodging drunken people as they stumbled their way around on the dance floor. 

As if she sensed his gaze her eyes flickered up and locked with his. The pair eyed each other for a few moments. She shot him a small smile before breaking their gaze.

“Now who would you be checking out hm?” Sam’s voice broke Bucky out of his almost trance like state. 

“No one.” Bucky answered gruffly, glancing over at Sam to see him smirking at him. 

“Sure Buck.”

Bucky ignored him and turned his head back to where the woman had been only moments ago. She was gone. He scanned the crowd and let out a small huff when he couldn’t see any sight of her. 

“Now, I need you to educate me on this art so I can impress some of the ladies.” Sam spoke up again, dragging Bucky’s attention from the crowd.

“What’s that one?” He asked pointing at a nearby painting.

“That’s the Wedding at Cana, painted by Paolo Veronese in 1563.”

“1562 actually.”

Bucky swivelled around, a breath catching in his throat when his eyes fell on the bright red dress. He had no idea how she’d managed to somehow appear beside him without him noticing. He swallowed and ran a hand through his hair as he composed himself before answering, ensuring his face stayed void of emotion.

“I’m pretty sure it’s 1563 actually.”

His answer made her brow quirk up in amusement as she took a sip of her drink, her wrist twinkling due to a very expensive looking diamond bracelet dangling from it.

“Actually I think you’ll find it’s 1562. The copy in the Louvre might say 1563 but I suggest you take a peak at the original.” Her words made his eyes narrow as he studied her features. 

“Well maybe I will.” 

“Before you do that please feel free to continue educating your friend, I’m happy to sit here and correct you when you make another mistake.” She spoke, shooting him an overly warm smile which caused Bucky to grit his teeth. 

Sam let out a low whistle as the smirk on her lips widened. “Damn Buck I think you might’ve met someone more cultured than you.” 

“We’ll see about that.” Bucky muttered, taking a swig of his beer as he eyed her. 

“So how does someone like yourself become so knowledgable about stolen art?” Sam asked her, his eyes darting between the pair in amusement.

The girl shrugged as she took another sip of her drink before motioning to the bartender. “I know a lot about a lot of things.” 

“Really?” Bucky mused, this time it being his turn to raise a brow. “And does ‘miss knower of all things’ have a name?” 

“Miss knower of all things does.” She answered as she grabbed the shot glass and pressed it to her lips. Bucky eyed her profile intently, noting the way her plump lips wrapped around the lip of the glass and her eyes screwed shut as she slung her head back to let the liquid slide down her throat. 

“I love this song.” She remarked, finishing the remainder of her other drink before she rose from her seat. Bucky’s eyes followed her figure as she begun to make her way back to the dance floor. She paused and glanced over her shoulder, a smirk still present on her lips.

“You coming to dance with me or what Buck?” She queried, Sam’s nickname for him rolling off her tongue, amusement evident in her tone.

Bucky eyed her for a few moments before glancing over at Sam. “Sharon did say to enjoy the party.” Sam grinned.

“Try not to be too lame or old huh?” He continued, patting his shoulder encouragingly as Bucky rose from his chair. 

“Thanks.” Bucky muttered as he cautiously approached the woman in red. Her smirk widened as he made his way towards her. “C’mon.” He heard her say as she leant forward and took his gloved hand in hers and tugged him into the crowd.

If she was saying anything to him, he couldn’t hear as he felt himself become engulfed in the crowd as she pulled him deeper into the dance floor. After a few moments she came to a stop and swivelled around to face him. He felt himself grow slightly red as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, swaying her hips to the beat.

“Are you really not going to tell me your name?” Bucky spoke, practically shouting to make himself heard over the thumping base.

“Why do you want to know? You never danced with a stranger before?” She answered back.

“No I just- I usually know people’s names before I dance with them.” He replied which caused her to let out a small laugh. “Back in my day we used to go out to dinner first.” He added silently in his head. 

His heart thumped against his chest as she pulled him closer to her and leant up so her lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “My name’s *yn*.” 

“*yn*.” Bucky echoed, her smile widening at the sound of her name rolling off his tongue. “And what brings you to a place like Madripoor?” 

“You ask a lot of questions.” She observed matter-of-factly.  

Before Bucky could open his mouth to respond, *yn* twisted around, keeping one arm slung around his neck as she pressed her back up against his body. Bucky bit his lip to prevent a hiss from escaping his mouth as *yn* began to rotate her hips to the rhythm of the music, the fabric of her dress pressing against the material of his black suit pants.

This certainly beat online dating.

“Just relax, enjoy the party.” *yn* laughed breathlessly, echoing Sam’s words from before as she pressed even harder against him. Bucky let his eyes flutter shut as he felt his hands automatically move to grip her hips as he started to move his own body in time with the thumping bass. 

His grip on her hips tightened as she lolled her head back against his chest, her hot breath fanning onto his neck as the pair moved in sync. 

If only Steve could see him now.

As he grew more comfortable he let his gloved hands begin to wander, trailing over her lower stomach before gliding down her thighs. “What do you say we go find somewhere quieter to talk?” He heard *yn* murmur into his ear. 

He felt *yn*’s body stiffen as his hands crept lower to just below her panty line. Before he could answer, her hand suddenly shot out to grip his wrist and cease his movements but not before his hand suddenly brushed over an unexpected bump on her leg. 

A shape that felt suspiciously like a-

A hand suddenly clamped onto his shoulder causing him to jerk his hands away in surprise just as *yn* pulled away from his grasp. “I’m sorry to break up the party but Sharon’s found our guy-” Sam cut himself off as Bucky swivelled around to stare at him, his eyes wide in surprise.

“You good man?” Sam asked, concern written on his features when he noticed Bucky’s look of surprise.

“I-” Bucky cut himself off before looking back to *yn*.

His brow furrowed as his eyes instead fell on a drunk man currently sculling a beer out of a shoe. He frantically looked around, muttering a curse under his breath when he realised *yn* was no where to be seen. 

It was like she had vanished without a trace.

“Oh painting girl pulled a runner? Don’t worry about it man happens to the best of us.” Sam comforted, patting his shoulder once more. 

Bucky felt a ripple of suspicion wash over him but he decided against telling Sam about it as he finally pulled his gaze away from the crowd to look at Sam. “Let’s get Zemo. We should talk somewhere private.”

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“Alright what have you found?” Sam asked. Zemo, Bucky, Sharon and Sam were all piled into a private coat room located directly above the party. The bass was still so loud that Bucky could feel the vibrations through the tiled floor. The door was locked with a few security guards located outside and on the stairs leading up to the room. 

Bucky sighed, his mind swimming with thoughts of *yn* as he ripped his gloves off. He couldn’t shake a feeling of suspicious that was gnawing at him that there was something off about *yn*.

“I’ve spoken to a few buyers and I’ve got a location on Doctor Nagel.” Sharon spoke, interrupting his thoughts. “He was pretty hard to track down but he’s definitely still here in Madripoor. He’s at the shipping yard.”

Bucky stiffened when he swore he head a thump outside the door, a thump that didn’t correlate with the sound from the party. He strained his ears and sure enough, another thump followed suit a few minutes lately. 

“Bucky?”

“You sure no one can get up here?” Bucky queried, looking over to Sharon. 

“I’m sure. This is a restricted area, I’ve got all the entrances guarded.” She answered, watching him as he made his way to the door.

“Bucky? What’s going on?” Sam asked.

Bucky held his hand up to signal everyone to be quiet as he pressed his ear against the wood. He held his breath as he listened intently. There were a few moments of quiet until he head another thump and a small moan. 

Without warning Bucky ripped open the door and stepped out into the hallway. He nearly tripped over when his foot hit a solid form. He glanced down to see one of the guards lying at his feet, letting out low moans of pain. His eyes travelled down the hall to see all of the guards were either unconscious or were too dazed to get to their feet. 

He froze when his eyes fell on an all too familiar red dress. 

Bucky locked eyes with *yn*, her lips parted in surprise and chest heaving up and down as she tried to regain her breath. The pair stood frozen for what felt like an eternity, the silence almost deafening as they eyed each other. 

“Bucky!” Sam called out, shattering the silence.

Bucky was only distracted for a split second but *yn* took it, turning around and sprinting down the stairs. “Hey!” Bucky shouted, taking off after her ignoring Sam’s shouts from behind him. 

Bucky leapt down the winding stairs, catching brief glimpses of the red material before it disappeared around the next corner. Finally his feet planted on the lower floor. His eyes scanned the crowd, locking onto *yn*’s figure as she pushed through the crowd.

His jaw locked and he could feel himself enter into winter soldier mode as he stormed forward and plunged into the throng of people. He ignored protests and exclamations of surprise as he shoved people out of the way, parting them like the red sea as he kept his eyes focused on her like a laser beam. 

*yn* glanced over her shoulder and the pair briefly locked eyes before she turned around once more and broke out of the crowd, sprinting towards a door with a neon exit sign hanging above it. 

Bucky was hot on her heels, shoving the door open revealing another set of stairs. He hurried up the stairs and got to a landing revealing two doors. He noted that the left door was slightly ajar and he pushed through it revealing a large hall.

He sprinted into the centre of it, coming to a stop when he saw no sight of *yn*. He did a 360 of the room, craning his neck to look around. The room was empty except for a few large wooden boxes covered in tarps. Clearly this was where Sharon kept the less impressive stolen art.

“Come on.” Bucky muttered under his breath as he looked around. It was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop but his senses were telling him that he wasn’t alone in this room.

*yn* was here, if that was even her name.

He let out a grunt of surprise as a sold object hit his back, nearly knocking the wind out of him. He could feel limbs wrapping around his neck and his torso as slender arms pulled his neck into a headlock. He let another grunt as he brought his hands up to grip onto the arm that was around his throat.

He furrowed his brow in surprise when he pulled at the arms and found them unbudging. He tried once more, mustering all the strength he had but *yn*’s grip remained unmoving. He gritted his teeth and took a couple steps before shoving his back into one of the wooden crates.

He heard *yn* let out a small moan of pain as her body smacked against the solid mass with full force. Sure enough, her grip loosened slightly which allowed Bucky to pull her arm from his neck and throw her body over his head and off him. 

She twisted her body in the air so that she landed in a crouched position but still on her feet. Bucky watched her as she rose to her full height, her body slightly gleaming with sweat under the sterile light. She took a few steps back from him and leant down to spread apart her dress, revealing a black thigh garter.

Just as Bucky had suspected on the dance floor, sheathed inside the thigh garter was a small blade. He watched as she pulled it from her thigh, gripping it tightly in her hand.

“You picked the wrong dress tonight doll.” Bucky tutted as he took a few steps towards her.

“You don’t like it? I’m hurt.” *yn* pouted, placing a hand over her heart mockingly. 

“Trust me doll, I like it.” Bucky answered, letting his eyes briefly dart from the dagger in her hand to her dress. “But it’s not exactly the best dress for blending in and slipping away unnoticed.” 

“Who ever said I wanted to slip away unnoticed?” *yn* answered, a mischievous glint in her eye as the pair began to slowly circle each other. Her words made his forehead crease in confusion as he studied her intently. 

“So you know who I am?” 

“I do.” *yn* nodded as she twisted the knife in between her fingers. “The зимний солдат.” 

Her answer made Bucky’s lips part slightly in surprise. “That is what they call you, isn’t it?” She mused.

“Who are you?” Bucky snapped causing her to smirk to widen.

“What were those magic words again, Желание, Ржавый, Семнадцать-”

Bucky suddenly lurched forward, taking *yn* by surprise. She reacted instinctively, bringing the blade up from her side towards his stomach. Bucky gripped her wrist using his right arm, stopping the knife only inches from his flesh. He pulled her closer to him and raised his metal arm to strike her. With lightning fast reflexes her other arm shot up and her hand enclosed around his fist.

He glanced up at her in surprise when she pushed against his metal arm, stopping his fist from colliding with her jaw. He grunted as he mustered up more strength in an attempt to break out of her grasp to no avail. They were evenly matched in strength. 

He had no idea who she was but now he was certain of one thing. They both had super soldier serum running through their veins. 

*yn* took advantage of Bucky’s surprise and lifted a leg up, kicking him squarely in the stomach, her stiletto heel digging into his skin. Bucky spluttered as he felt the wind get knocked out of him, loosening his grip on her arms. *yn* reacted quickly, knocking his feet from underneath him and jumping on top of him. 

Bucky groaned as his back hit the concrete floor and *yn* straddled him, pinning both of his arms above his head with one hand and pressing her dagger to his throat with the other.

“I think I liked you better when I was showing you up in front of your friend.” She remarked as she pressed the blade firmly against his skin.

“And I think I liked you better when you were dancing on me and not trying to kill me.” Bucky spat back as he squirmed underneath her causing *yn* to cock her head to the side, an amused expression on her features.

“Now whoever said I wanted to kill you?” 

“Hmm I don’t know, could be the knife you’ve got against my throat.” He growled, wincing as the metal dug even further into his flesh. *yn* let out a breathy laugh as she leant down towards his face.

“Trust me pretty boy, if I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead.” 

The sound of footsteps approaching and Sam calling Bucky’s name made both their heads jerk towards the door before Bucky could answer her. This time it was Bucky’s turn to take advantage of *yn* being caught off guard. He managed to wriggle his metal arm out of her iron like grip and instantly lurched up to grab her around the throat. 

*yn* spluttered in surprise, instinctively dropping her dagger to use both her hands to struggle against his vice like grip. Bucky used all of his core strength to push her off him and roll himself on top of her. Now he was so close up to her and under bright light, he could see that her skin was littered with small scars and bullet holes. 

*yn*’s face was slowly growing red as she desperately gasped for air, her body squirming underneath him as she clawed at his metal arm. “I’m not going to ask you again, who the hell are you?” Bucky spat, glaring down at her as he desperately searched her eyes for some sort of answer.

“I don’t-” She spluttered, “I didn’t come here to hurt you, please-” She continued, her voice barely a whisper as her airway grew more restricted. For the first time since Bucky had locked eyes with her, he could see some form of fear and desperation reflecting back at him. The pair eyed each other for a few moments before Bucky slowly eased his grip around her throat, just enough for her to regain some air. *yn* gasped at the feeling of oxygen entering her lungs once more.

“Woah, what the fuck-” 

Bucky looked up to see Sam, Sharon and Zemo staring at the pair with wide eyes, all three of them with their weapons raised. 

“What part of stay out of trouble did you not understand?” Sharon queried, an exacerbated expression on her features.

“Trouble found me.” Bucky answered gruffly as he looked back down at *yn*. The fear that had been present on her features only moments ago had vanished, the cocky and flirtatious mask had been slipped back on. 

“Not that I really mind this position, but given that the cavalry’s arrived, do you mind getting off me?” *yn* asked Bucky coolly. 

Bucky’s lips pressed into a thin line, clearly unamused at her remark as he studied her. “You’re not going to try and kill me again?” 

“I already told you, I don’t want to kill you.” *yn* huffed, rolling her eyes. 

Bucky studied her for a few moments before finally relenting and releasing her throat from his grip. He pushed himself off her and rose to his feet but not before grabbing her dagger and sliding it into his suit pants. 

*yn* got herself up from the ground, her breathing still ragged as she ran a hand through her hair and tucked her strays behind her ears. 

“You wanna tell us who this is Bucky?” Sharon asked, eyeing *yn* up and down.

“Supposedly her name is *yn*-”

“-not supposedly, it is *yn*.”

“-she seems to like not answering questions about herself.” Bucky ignored *yn*’s input. “Oh and she’s had the super soldier serum.” 

“Might want to keep an eye on your friend over there, I know he’s in the habit of murdering anyone who’s come within walking distance of the stuff.” *yn* remarked dryly shooting Zemo a dirty look. 

“Hello to you too darling.” Zemo grinned causing Sharon to roll her eyes.

“Who are you? Who the hell do you work for?” Sharon quizzed her.

“I don’t work for anyone.” *yn* snapped back.

“The flag smashers?” Sam asked causing *yn*’s face to contort into a look of disgust. “Fuck no, I don’t work with those amateurs.” 

“Just tell us what you want or I’m going to have to detain you.” Sharon spoke. There was a brief pause as *yn* studied Sharon before looking over to Bucky.

“You’re not the only one looking for answers, зимний солдат.” She answered quietly, her features softening for a moment as she looked at him.

“Well then maybe we can help each other get answers then.” Bucky murmured back.

The pair studied each other for a few moments before a loud honk suddenly sounded outside. Gun shots rang out from underneath them followed by loud screams and shouts. Bucky, Zemo, Sam and Sharon looked around in confusion as the sound of hundreds of footsteps began to grew louder and louder. 

“Sorry kids, that’s my ride. Gotta fly.”

Within a few seconds the door burst open and hundreds of party goers flooded the room, shouting for help as they fled from the gun fire. Bucky glanced over to where *yn* had been only a few seconds ago to see that she was sprinting towards the only window in the room. 

Bucky pushed through the panicked crowd, watching helplessly as *yn* reached the raised window. She clambered up onto the ledge and shoved the window open. She glanced over her shoulder and the pair locked eyes when Bucky was practically within arms length of her. 

“I’ll be sure to send Doctor Nagel your regards, Buck.” She taunted. “We should do this again sometime, maybe without trying to hurt each other.” She smirked, sending him a wink before leaping off the ledge. Bucky scrambled up onto the ledge and poked his head out to see *yn* sliding down a pipe fixed to the outside of the building. 

He watched helplessly as her stilettos hit the ground. She approached a waiting motorcycle, the driver holding out a helmet for her expectantly. She took the helmet and slung her leg over the seat, sliding her helmet on as the driver throttled the engine. She looked up to the window and gave Bucky a wave before wrapping her arms around the driver’s waist.

“Fuck.” Bucky cursed as he watched the motorbike peel off into the bustling street, going completely unnoticed by the rest of the public amid the chaos. 

“She’s gone?” Sam queried as the other three appeared beside Bucky at the window.

“Hm.” Bucky grunted, clenching his jaw in annoyance as he watched the motorbike disappear from sight. 

“She was kind of terrifying.” Sam remarked matter of factly. 

“I thought for sure she was going to gut you, James.” Zemo observed.

Bucky stayed silently, clearly brooding as he stared out into the street as Sam studied him in amusement. 

“I think Bucky’s in love.” 

PART TWO (NAGEL)

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зимний солдат = winter soldier

Желание, Ржавый, Семнадцать = Longing, Rusted, Seventeen.

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I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH!?!? As always feedback is appreciated!!!! Please give it back here xx

[emberwood-if]

You know what? Since you already gave us the house's reaction to mc falling for the antagonist, now i want to know how perry would react to mc telling them they have a crush on E?🤣(aspecially if they got a sibling-like bond and mc's pretty young, like 20 or 21) Lmao, i'm sorry but it just seems so funny cause in my head the mc was like "you know what perry? Fine, if i can't crush on a killer i'll just find someone else- hey you know what? Nvm i think E's kinda hot now that i realised it"

your wish is my command hahahah I like how this is sort of a continuation of the previous scenario ask

Also, it's not up to my best quality since I started getting a headache in the middle of it but I hope you like it anyway!!!

"I just don't see what the big deal is."

You stalk down the stairs in a rush, waving a hand at Perry who follows after you.

"The big deal is that you're attracted to (antagonist) which, if I have not already mentioned, tried to kill you."

You say nothing as you breeze through the kitchen, trying to shake Perry off your heels. He's been in a tizzy over your little declaration the other day, unable to get over the fact that you may or may not find (antagonist) is attractive....and total romance material.

You feel his presence as you maneuver around the kitchen, trying to distract yourself. You grab the carton of juice from the fridge, plucking a cup from the stack near the sink. Perry watches you the entire time, the awareness of his gaze leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin. How does someone tell another person to 'back off' politely? N would know, definitely. You make a mental note to ask...

Unable to handle it anymore, you give in and turn around the same time Perry teleports in front of you. Jolting, you drop the carton of juice on the floor, mumbling profanities under your breath. "Can you..." You make a vague gesturing motion with your hand.

Perry crosses his arms, hurt. "I'm just looking out for you, MC. I don't want to see you hurt."

"That's sweet, but I won't get hurt." You pick up the carton from the floor and unscrew the cap, pouring some in your glass. When you're done, you turn back around and lean against the counter, taking a sip. "I'm not even going to pursue that."

"Oh, yeah?" At your nod, he lets out a small breath of relief. "Good, I was beginning to debate on locking you in here until you get your wits back."

Your lip twitches and you slowly set the cup down. "Lock me up for finding someone attractive?" "Not just someone." He frowns, full lips curved in a slight pout. "But (antagonist)."

You huff a little. "Whatever. If I can't pursue that, then I'll just find someone else--actually, you know what? E's pretty hot, now that I think about it."

Perry stares at you for a moment, and you swear you see his eyes turn black. "What."

"What?" you ask innocently.

He lets out a massive breath that's a cross between a scoff and a laugh. He steps backward, shaking his head at you. "Very funny. That-that is a hilarious joke."

Now it's your turn to stare at him blankly.

He swallows. "You are joking, right? Please tell me you're joking, MC."

Another twitch of your lip. You can already see his hackles rising. Perry is so easily affected, it's kind of sweet. "Nope. Do you think E is single?" Your eyes widen, and you make a show of growing excited. "You think E would go for someone like me?"

"They're like fifty!"

"They're thirty-two...which, last time I checked, is only two years older than you."

"Okay, but to you, they are fifty. You're barely old enough to drink."

"I'm legal where you're from, you know."

"That's not the point!"

You let out a scoff, putting a hand on your hip. "So what does that say about you?!"

"The difference is that I'm youthful," Perry harrumphs.

"Sureeee." You smile a little. "Get used to it, Perry. You'll be seeing a lot of them soon, if I can help it."

"You--" Perry shakes his head. "Stop that. You're going to give me a headache." He puts a hand to his head. "It's happening already--"

"Relaxxxx," you say easily, "what's the problem with E?"

"Everything. Everything is the problem." Perry grabs your shoulders, though he keeps his grip soft. "Excuse my language, but E is satan reincarnated. They are..." He shivers. "The Worst."

"Worse than the (antagonist)?"

He looks at you sidelong. "Am I a bad person if I have to think about it?"

You sputter out a bark of a laugh so loud he flinches. "You are ridiculous!"

A red tinge rises up his cheeks. "You haven't known E as long as I have. They may charm you and let your guard down with their smile and their perfect teeth, but they're not as nice as they say they are. They're just waiting for the moment you become vulnerable so they can get you in their hands and--"

"I think you're projecting," you muse.

The blush on his face only strengthens. "Whatever. All I'm saying is, you deserve better."

"Awww."

"It's not funny!" "I'm not laughing!" you gape, but really, you are pretty amused. Perry's insistence on worrying about you and your love life is not only sweet, but hilarious. "You should really let go of whatever grudge you have against them."

"I don't have a grudge," he pouts.

"Sure." You pat him on the shoulder, smiling sweetly as you begin to move away. "Or maybe you're secretly in love with them?"

The face of pure horror you get in reply almost makes you choke on your spit. You move away from the kitchen, watching as Perry goes through several emotions ranging from horror, shock, to revulsion.

"Great talk," you say, clicking your tongue and shooting him one last wink before you leave the room.

[sunder-soul]

Nox Part II

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Lumos

Summary: Everything comes to light eventually... Wordcount: 3.1k Content warning: explicit sex scenes, oral sex (male-receiving).

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PART I HERE 💖

You try to stop thinking about it. You try very hard not to think about Tom’s lips in the dark, warm and soft on yours, moving hot on your neck, the sound of him exhaling through his nose as you slide your hands under his shirt, his heady intoxicating aroma, musk and bergamot, his hands holding you to him tightly as he kisses you, the burning way he’d looked at you afterwards, dishevelled and raw, his tongue his hair his fingers his warmth –

You try very, very hard.

“What’s going on with you?” Ruth frowns after you’ve zoned out during Herbology again.

“Sorry,” you sigh, frowning down at the baby Venomous Tentacula you’re supposed to be pruning. “Just tired.”

Technically it wasn’t a lie – you’d been struggling to fall asleep all week, the memory of a particular seven minutes on repeat in your mind.

“Tired?” Ruth repeats, looking supremely unconvinced.

You shrug. “I haven’t been sleeping well.”

Ruth leans closer. “Wouldn’t have anything to do with Riddle would it?” she asks slyly.

Your head whips around. “Excuse me?”

“He’s looking pretty tired himself,” Ruth smirks, arching a brow and shooting Tom a conspiratorial look across the Greenhouse, and you can’t help but look over, too.

She’s right. Tom’s eyes are visibly shadowed, levelled on the Venomous Tentacula in front of him, his movements reserved and muted and his expression subdued even as the boys on either side of him wrestle furiously with the fronds curling tenaciously around their pruners.

“He always looks like that,” you mutter, frowning at your own plant.

“Does he now?” she says smugly.

You give her a look of warning. “Ruth...”

“Did you really just talk in that closet?” she whispers, leaning closer.

“Yes, for the hundredth time, nothing happened,” you sigh, “we’re talking about Tom Riddle, for Merlin’s sake, he’s not exactly the type to –”

“He’s looking at you.”

Your head snaps up so fast that your neck audibly cracks – only to find Tom’s downcast gaze is still on his plant, trimming it calmly. You glare at Ruth who now looks (somehow) even more smug.

“Nothing happened, huh?” she snickers.

“You’re mean,” you grumble. “Don’t do that…”

“Do you like him?”

You press your lips together. You’ve been asking yourself the same question all week. On the one hand, you didn’t really know him that well and you could probably count the conversations you’ve had on one hand. On the other…

Tom’s fingers brush your cheek, achingly gentle as he tucks your hair behind your ear and you can’t look away from the heaviness in his eyes, his voice barely above whisper but you can hear it in your chest –

“I don’t know,” you say quietly. “Maybe.”

Ruth claps you on the shoulder sympathetically, looking significantly more sombre.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

When you hear about the Slugclub afterparty, it takes no convincing at all to get you to agree to go – Ruth gives you an extremely knowing smirk, but thankfully she says nothing.

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“You look nice,” Ruth grins, linking her arm through yours as you hurry towards the entrance to the party – whilst Slughorn hosted his elitist little gatherings in his office on the sixth-floor, the real fun began when he finally had one too many glasses of brandy and sent everyone to bed, only for half of his guests to sneak a few doors down into the Glanmore Peakes Corridor and invite the majority of their year to join them. “Hoping someone in particular is in attendance?” Ruth adds, shooting you a sly smile.

“Stop,” you mutter, but your face feels warm.

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He’s not at the party. You keep looking around, but he’s not there.  You suddenly feel ridiculous for having expected him to be.  

You last a good two hours before the shouting horde of students and the deafening music gets too much. “I’m tired,” you shout into Ruth’s ear, “do you want to go?”

“I’m staying!” she bellows back over the thrum. “I’ll see you in the morning!”

You nod and duck away, weaving through the crowd and only just manage to avoid Jasper Crockett spilling his Butterbeer all over you, but the swerve nearly sends you stumbling back directly into –

“Careful,” Tom says in your ear, his warm hands catching your arms.

You freeze, your heart thudding hard. You can feel warmth on your back like his chest is almost touching you and your head is suddenly filled with that achingly familiar, ridiculously attractive aroma –

Tom lowers his hands and you turn to look up at him, a mix of nerves and excitement battling in your stomach. He’s just as refined as ever, tidy jumper, black slacks, the dark waves of his hair impeccable, and suddenly you’re desperately trying to avoid thinking about spreading your fingers through it, tugging up the jumper and pushing your hands beneath the hem of his shirt, kissing him hard, resuming where you’d left off –

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” you say loudly, leaning slightly closer so he can hear you. Again, technically not a lie… ‘hoping’ isn’t the same as ‘expecting.’

Tom’s eyes slide thoughtfully across the crowd. Up close he looks even more tired, shadows under his eyes and something drawn to his face. “I didn’t expect to be here,” he says quietly.

Somehow, despite the music and the shouts, you hear him effortlessly.

“I was just leaving,” you say, gesturing at the door.

Tom’s eyes snap to yours. You half-expect him to say something, but he doesn’t.

“I… I guess I’ll see you in class,” you add, feeling awkward.

He nods, expression blank.

Wondering exactly what you’d been expecting (and why you’d been expecting anything in the first place), you turn and speed away, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Idiot. He said he wasn’t a romantic, didn’t he? What exactly did you think would happen?

You shove the door open and hurry outside, walking as fast as you can towards the hidden staircase that led down to the dungeons so you could loop back up to the Hufflepuff common room, avoiding the prefects and the professors patrolling the main staircase. You yank the door to the stairs open when –

“Wait.”

You freeze, heart pounding, and look back over your shoulder. Tom is striding down the corridor towards you, calm and patient, and your heart skips a beat as he comes closer and closer, showing no signs of stopping.

“I’ll come with you,” he says quietly, reaching out and placing a hand above yours on the door.

“Not staying?” you ask as you nod back down towards the party, sounding so casual that you impress yourself.

Tom’s lips flicker like you’ve told a joke. “No,” he says softly. “I’ve had quite enough of parties, I think.”

“Didn’t you just arrive?” you smile as you step lightly down the stairs.

“Yes, I did,” he muses as he follows you, the faintest brush of humour in his voice. “And how exactly did you know that?”

A wave of hot panic washes through you. “I didn’t see you there earlier,” you say quickly, eyes on your feet.

“Were you looking for me?” Tom asks, still sounding amused.

You glance at him, frowning uneasily. You can’t tell if the amusement is at your expense or not – but he only looks back, expression smooth and imperviously casual. “I would have noticed you,” you say diplomatically, lowering your gaze back to the steps before you. “You’re not exactly a common face to see at something like that.”

“Neither are you,” he says quietly.

Your pulse speeds up a bit. “And yet we were both there,” you smile.

Tom looks at you and for a moment you’re trapped in his gaze, and it drags on for just a second too long before both of you look away. You both fall silent, not a word spoken as you finally reach the bottom of the stairs and sneak through the door into the dungeons. You both stop, Tom turning slightly in the direction of the Slytherin common room, and you towards the main stairs. There’s a strangely weighty silence.

“Well,” you say bracingly, forcing a smile. “Thanks for coming with me, I guess I’ll –”

“Have you been thinking about it?” Tom interrupts calmly.

You stare at him. His face half-illuminated by the dull lanterns, his expression still unreadable but with an unignorable heaviness to his gaze and you feel like you’re falling, your stomach jolting like you’ve missed a stair, leaned too far back in a chair –

It’s pointless to pretend like you don’t know what he means. “Yes,” you say quietly.

Tom’s expression shifts slightly, such a small difference that it’s barely noticeable, but he looks like he expected your answer. He looks like he knew he’d be right.

“Have you?” you ask evenly.

Tom’s dark eyes reveal nothing. In the long silence before his reply, you get the distinct impression that he’s measuring you somehow.

“Yes,” he says softly, and you hear it like he’s saying it right in your ear again. “I have.”

As you look back at him, suddenly all you can think about is the fact that the corridor is deserted except for the two of you, that most of the school is still at the party a good seven floors away and the rest will be in bed.

That there’s an empty classroom through the door inches to your right.

You take a step towards him, and another, and another, holding his gaze, watching for a reaction – but you find none. He simply watches you draw nearer, silent and even. When you stop, you’re much too close for your intentions to be misinterpreted.

“And what exactly have you been thinking about?” you ask softly. The flickering lights are casting deep shadows under his cheekbones, turning his hair blacker, his features sharper – but none of it makes his appearance so striking as the heat building in his eyes.

“I think you know,” he says smoothly, barely above whisper.

You slowly reach up and place your hand on his cheek, watching his eyes flicker before you step in closer still. You lean in close, bringing your lips mere millimetres away from his jaw, and the space between your mouth and his skin aches like it wants to be closed. “You’re not going to tell me?” you murmur, breathing him in and feeling dizzy at once.

Tom swallows, his head falling slightly as your lips very nearly graze his skin. “Are you going to try to order me around again?” he says quietly, voice impressively even.

You gently push on his cheek, bringing his face around to yours. His gaze locks onto you at once, still burning, so close –

“Are you going to pretend like you don’t want me to again?” you smile against his lips.

Tom’s eyes flicker and without a second of warning he kisses you hard. His lips move hot, unrelenting, hungrily on yours, his hands press against your cheeks and his fingers card into your hair, pulling you into the kiss even harder. You’re trying to stay balanced as dizziness, pleasure, and relief crash over you in equal measures, desperately leaning up into the kiss and trying to match his fervour, but it’s not enough.

Tom steps back quickly, his hands against your face drawing you with him without breaking the kiss – you hear the door swing open without being touched and the second you’re through it slams shut behind you. Tom immediately pushes you against it hard, crowding in close, kissing you ravenously and you can barely breath for the tightness in your chest, tangling your fingers in his hair to draw him closer. He pulls away and you barely have a second to think before his lips sear burning hot on your neck, your head falling to the side as stars erupt across your vision, and then Tom presses his teeth against your skin and you moan, barely aware of the sounds you’re making as the pleasure spreads.

Tom exhales hard, a hand dropping from your face and sliding slowly down your body – his touch is firmer than last time, hungrier, and as his lips linger on the slope between your neck and your shoulder, his fingers slip under your dress. His teeth graze your skin again, achingly delicate, and your eyes fall shut, breathing hard, your hands balling into fists of his jumper because it feels so good –

His warm palm slides up the inside of your thigh and a dizzying wave of anticipation and desire courses through you, a noise escaping your throat only to be muffled by his lips.

Tom pulls away and leans his forehead to yours, his fingers tracing along the top of your underwear making you arch reflexively. “Let me touch you,” he breathes, so close that his words sweep warm across your lips, his hand on your face gently pushing your hair back. You can only just see him in the moonlight streaming through the little barred windows around the very top of the far wall, but you see enough to recognise the heat in his eyes, the hunger and the intensity. You nod quickly and kiss him hard, and Tom pushes his fingers into your underwear.

His breathing audibly quickens when he feels you, feels your desire for him, and your eyes squeeze shut as his fingers begin to move, slowly, ceaselessly, torturously even, edging you further into the heat spreading low in your stomach.

“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” Tom murmurs against your lips. “About my fingers doing this to you.”

You manage to nod, trying to keep yourself together – but as he kisses you very, very softly, a moan escapes unbidden from your lips.

“I’ve thought about it too,” he breathes, and you open your eyes to meet his dark, burning gaze, watching you. “I’ve been thinking about the sounds you made, and the way you moved –”

You choke on your moan, barely able to breathe as his fingers press a little harder and pleasure blooms and coils –

“But I’ve been wondering,” Tom whispers, his lips just barely brushing yours, “what you look like.”

“Tom,” you gasp, your hands curling tighter on his jumper.

He kisses you hard, and as you desperately kiss him back as the heat in your core swells, head spinning, arms sliding around his neck as you spiral out of control –

He pulls away right as it hits you, as your head falls back against the door, gasping as his fingers coax you through it. When you can finally open your eyes, Tom’s gaze is ravenous again, roaming across your face hungrily, insatiably.

Your hands flatten on his chest and you push him backwards, stepping with him as surprise falters on his face.

“What are you –” he says quickly, but you push harder and the backs of his legs hit one of the empty chairs behind him. He falls into it, the breath knocked from him as he looks up at you in shock.

You take his face in your palms and kiss him hard, bending to him, stepping in close – Tom’s hands come up seemingly reflexively and linger on your waist, but the second he tries to pull you closer, you break the kiss. He stares up at you, visibly stunned, unsure what you’re doing – and then you kneel.

Tom’s eyes widen as you lower to your knees between his legs, as your hands curl under the bottom of his jumper, push it up forcefully, tug his shirt free and exposing a strip of his pale stomach –

“Your turn,” you whisper, leaning forward without hesitation and pressing your lips against the warm skin you’ve revealed.  

Tom’s breath stutters, his hands going to your face as your lips graze his hipbone, and you look up at him as your fingers undo the button of his trousers, your mouth restless against his skin. Tom’s eyes flicker in exactly the way you’ve been daydreaming about and you don’t bother holding back your smile as you pull down his zip.

“You’re…” Tom says, but he trails off because you’ve pushed down his trousers, your lips not leaving his skin, holding his gaze the whole time. He’s hard but you press your mouth instead down the angle of his hipbone, gently grazing your teeth against his skin and watching his stomach muscles flex with strain.

Tom swallows, his lips a hard line before he tries again. “You’re teasing me.” His voice is hollow.

“I am,” you murmur against his skin, and when your lips start to trail back down his stomach, you hear Tom’s breathing quicken, his hands on your face restless as you inch lower, closer –

You look up at him as you run your tongue up underneath his whole length from base to tip and then you wrap your lips around him. A sound half-way between a choke and an exhale slips from between his lips as his eyes fall shut and his head cants forward, and you push a little deeper, arousal carrying you, letting your tongue work as you move slowly, as Tom’s fingers slowly curl tighter in your hair like he doesn’t realise that he’s doing it.

You take your time, letting your own eyes close, listening to his stilted breath to guide you, feeling his hands get tighter and tighter, and soon he starts holding you there more firmly, his head lifting and his dark eyes opening.

“You… should stop,” Tom manages to say, but even as he says it he’s pushing his fingers through your hair, staring down at you between his legs as you look right back with him in your mouth.

You smile and hold his gaze as you let your tongue curl around him and sink your lips back down. Tom’s eyes flicker and fall shut again, his breathing ragged and getting faster and faster as his grip in your hair goes so hard it hurts, and then suddenly you’re swallowing around him as a choking breath falls from his lips.

When it’s over, you sit back on your knees and assess him.

Tom’s chest is rising and falling a little more than usual as he tries to slow his breathing, his eyes still shut, his hair a mess and slightly stuck to his forehead where a slight sweat has formed. You’re leaning up and brushing it to the side without thinking, and his eyes open at the feeling of your fingers against his skin. You freeze, staring at him, your hand lingering on his cheek like you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t.

“Too romantic?” you ask slowly, tilting your head to the side a bit. There’s a bit of humour in your tone, a safeguard, a way to turn it into a joke and disregard it if he wants to –

“No,” he says quietly, and his hands come to rest against your cheeks as he leans his forehead on yours again, still kneeling between his legs. “No, it’s not.”

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Teaming Up with Sam and Bucky ft Zemo

Pairing: FEM!Reader; Bucky Barnes x reader, Sam Wilson x reader; platonic(?), let’s throw in some Zemo x reader

Summary: What it would be like to team up with our favorite duo. Takes place during TFATWS.

Warnings: none, TFATWS SPOILERS. Lowkey a mess :D

A/n: Ever since TFATWS came out I’ve been reminded of how much I love Bucky and Sam. Also I have a new found love for Zemo. I’ve just been so obsessed with this series and I’ve been reading so many fics about it, so I decided to finally write my own :) Enjoy my loves❤️

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You’re basically working with a bunch of children.

The children mostly being Sam and Bucky, though Zemo does have his moments once he joins you three.

You’ve known dumb and dumber for a few years now, being part of the Avengers, you’ve worked with Sam on multiple missions. The friendship blooming somewhere in between.

You were also close friends with Steve; when he first came out the ice, you were assigned to help him adjust to the modern world by Fury. He would tell you a bunch of stories of him and Bucky running into trouble or Bucky always saving his ass whenever he was getting beaten up.

Eventually, you finally got to meet Bucky, though he wasn’t Bucky, he was the Winter Soldier. Your introduction to each other was quite memorable to say the least.

He choked you with that metal arm of his and for a split second you swore you might’ve found it attractive—till he threw your body against a car.

You sided with Cap during the accords and helped him protect Bucky. When that whole mess was over, Steve asked you to stay with Bucky in Wakanda to make sure he would be safe.

You were the first person to have some kind of bond with Bucky. Before and after he was freed from Hydra’s hold on him, you were always someone he knew he could trust.

When Steve told you what he was going to do while retuning the stones he told you to watch over them.

“Promise me you’ll keep an eye on Buck and Sam?” He asked you, sitting on the edge of your bed. He had snuck into your room late at night, knowing you were wide awake.

You squeezed his hand reassuringly, a lazy smile on your lips, “They don’t need me, I’m sure they’re capable of surviving on their own.” Steve breathes out a laugh and shakes his head, “You’d be surprised.”

“But seriously, (y/n), they need you. You know how they get when they’re together. You’re the only person in the world who knows how to deal with the both of them at the same time.” Steve reasons, his baby blues sparkling in the darkness of the guest room of Tony’s lake house.

“Make sure they’re not on the verge of killing each other or running into too much trouble?” You tiredly nod, sleep slowly consuming your body. “I promise, they’re gonna be alright, Steve.”

Sometimes you found yourself looking up at the sky, cursing at it—or Steve—for leaving you with two of the most childish and stubborn men you’ve ever known in your life.

You were like the mother of the group; breaking up fights, making sure they skipped no meals, patching up their boo-boos, etc.

“Will you stop staring at me?” Sam snapped, tossing his goggles onto the seat beside him to glare at Bucky.

“I’m not staring at you.” Bucky remarked from across Sam. His flesh and metal arm crossing with each other as he stared at Sam challengingly.

“Yes, you are. Your eyes are connecting with mine. You’re literally staring at me right now!” Sam pointed out, to which Bucky rolled his eyes at.

“Because I’m talking to you, genius. I wasn’t staring at you.” Bucky quipped.

“Yes you were!”

“No I wasn’t!”

This continued till they were sick of bickering with each other, finally yelling out your name for help.

The arguments were straight up petty. Bucky wouldn’t admit it, but he was the pettiest.

Exhibit 1: “LoOKiNG StrONg jOHn!”

Like seriously? Bucky’s the pettiest bitch, nobody can tell me otherwise.

You and Sam would definitely find it amusing how Bucky doesn’t trust Redwing.

Obviously, you all despise John Walker. Just the thought of him left a bad taste in your mouth.

He was like a fly that you all couldn’t get rid of. But because you were all painfully patient people—mostly you and Sam—you had to deal with his bullshit despite the way he annoyed you all.

Totally loosing your shit when Bucky helps Zemo break himself out of prison.

“Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.” You groaned, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose together.

Bucky looks at you with feign innocence; his mouth agape and puppy eyes. “I—didn’t do...anything(?).”

“You helped Zemo break out of prison didn’t you?” You crossed your arms at him, hip jutting out. As if on cue, Sokovian sugar daddy walks into the abandoned garage you were all in.

Before you can explode on him, Bucky tried to calm you down, “Wait, I technically didn’t do anything though! It was his plan!”

Zemo definitely lives up to being the ✨Sokovian Sugar Daddy✨ of your dysfunctional group.

I think you’d all be surprised at how rich he was. The amount of connections he had wasn’t that big of a shocker.

No like seriously, homie was pulling all sorts of shit out his ass; cars, private planes, houses in different countries, etc.

You all had a love hate relationship with Zemo. On days when he was actually helpful, you all got a long. On the days when things got horribly messy, Zemo couldn’t even let a word out since Sam would tell him to “shut up”.

Though that still doesn’t excuse the fact that he got the Avengers to spilt up and go against each other.

When you guys are all hiding out in one of Zemo’s apartments or homes, you would probably cook breakfast, lunch, or dinner for everyone.

They actually loved it when you cooked because it made the atmosphere feel a bit homey and calm compared to the current situation you were all in.

You were the person they can all go to. You were easy to talk to, making it easier for them to open up to you.

You always checked in on them mentally and physically. For example, you knew Sam felt guilty about giving up the shield, but Bucky never made him forget about his choice. You were there to reassure him that he thought he was doing the right thing and didn’t know the hidden agenda of the government.

You were like their on the go therapist, babysitter, and partner.

Sometimes Bucky and Sam would even argue for your attention.

“Can you stop hogging (y/n) please? Her ears might fall off from hearing you yap all day.” Bucky said as he gently took your arm and dragged you away from Sam.

“You literally spent the whole day with her yesterday, you’re the one who needs to stop hogging (y/n).” Sam argued, grabbing onto your other arm.

“I didn’t get to spend time with (y/n).” Zemo mentioned from his seat in the kitchen, a glass of whisky in his hand. Bucky simply turned to him and pointed, “NO!”

Honestly what’s a friendship with Bucky and Sam without some harmless flirting. They weren’t gonna lie, you were gorgeous, the most attractive one out of the group.

When you guys had to go undercover at Madripoor, both times with Zemo and Sharon, you had to wear dresses that were a bit revealing. Maybe your chest was a bit shown, but the dress definitely showed off your legs.

“So what do you guys think?” You stopped at the bottom of the stairs of Sharon’s apartment, doing a little spin to show off your outfit.

Both Bucky and Sam’s jaws drop, Zemo probably nodding in approval in the corner.

You can’t forget about the nicknames: maybe doll, sweetheart, or darlin’ from Bucky and the typical Louisiana Cher from Sammy.

While fighting against the Flag Smashers or anyone in general, you guys always had each other’s back.

You could directly be fighting someone, but you’ll naturally have an eye on Sam and Bucky to make sure nobody was sneaking up on them.

It’s a given that you all patch each other up after some fight.

You were all very protective of each other. If there’s one thing Sam and Bucky can agree on, it’s their instinct to protect you.

Like how you kept an eye on them, they also kept their eyes on you. Even though they knew you could hold your own.

“Could you walk?” Sam asked you as you laid on the concrete floor. You were double teamed by a couple of Flag Smashers. Two super soldiers against a normal person, you totally got your ass handed to you.

You pushed yourself up to rest on your elbows, “I’m fine, just got dropped kicked twice, but I’ll be fine.”

Sam smiled at you, “That’s my girl.”

Though the two can be a handful and argue almost every minute, you loved the both of them tremendously. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Canidae pt2 - Getou Suguru

Oh oh oh, oh here we go, walkin’ talkin’ like you know, I want your pretty little psycho. Oh oh oh, oh here we go, baby strike a pose, I want your pretty little psycho! 14.5k words

part one

Content warningz: pseudo-incest, yandere shit, spanking w/ a belt, dubcon+noncon, (slight) breeding kink, choking, size difference, face fucking, drugging, vouyerism, face slapping, (slight) blood, biting, virginity stuff, (slight) pussy slapping, implied somnophilia, kind of mindbreak at the end? sorry it probably sucks tho

The first thing you notice when you wake up isn’t the heavy drooping of your eyelids as you fight the drugs off still lingering in your veins. It’s not the stark white ceiling contrasted with pastel pink walls, or the fact that you’re surrounded by plushies in a soft bed that’s not yours.

It’s the borderline too tight collar around your neck, a good sized bell attached to it that jingled softly when you moved. Skimming your fingers over it you can feel the metal heart attached to the front as well and with a heavy head, you turn to follow the pastel pink leash attached to the collar, wrapped around one of the posts of the bed frame.

You were too tired to try and unwind it, simply staring at it for what felt like ages as your vision went in and out of focus. Even with the white curtains drawn closed there was still afternoon sunlight peeking in and giving you plenty of light to notice another thing.

This wasn’t the house you ran away from. This wasn’t your childhood room, the shape and size were different. The once familiar sound of cars driving by on the road was no longer there, just the ear ringing silence around you.

It’s unclear how long you laid there, but as the drug wore off more and more, you were able to sit up and take in more of the room. Nothing about it was familiar to you; there was a tiny en suite, you’d never owned this many cute little plushies in your life, and even the desk and trinkets that were under one of the windows wasn’t the same one you’d had.

Looking down at your clothes, you were torn between feeling happy they’d changed you out of what you were wearing or sick that all of them probably saw you naked. You were wearing one of Suguru’s shirts, his scent easily wafting up and surrounding you. It came to just above your knees and the amount of fabric left you swimming and shapeless.

Twiddling your thumbs, all you could do was wait for someone to come home and enter the room. Going by the sunlight it was nearing six pm and you knew Kento never worked overtime.

As if one cue, the front door swung open and muffled voices could be heard, but you knew exactly who they belonged to. Satoru’s loud chatter couldn’t be mistaken, nor the way Suguru laughed. Kento’s low grumble followed, and the three fell silent.

Footsteps clambered up the stairs, no doubt Satoru’s eager feet running to you. There’s the slightest creak of hardwood right outside the door and some hushed whispers, and then the lock is undone and the door swings open.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” Suguru grins upon seeing you sitting up in bed, pulling the shirt down farther on your body to cover up your bare legs. They hadn’t put you in any undergarments, not that you were surprised by that fact.

You glared harshly at all three of them, your tail tucked away behind you. Still dressed in their business attire, they didn’t look like three foxes who would murder and kidnap. They looked respectable like any businessman should.

“Don’t give us that look, you’re where you belong.” Kento drawls, undoing his tie as he speaks. He’s tired, you can tell by the subtle bags under his eyes. Usually when he came over after work with Suguru, he’d silently cuddle up to you on the couch and lean his head on your shoulder, taking a nap as you played on your phone.

“N-no...no I’m not.” Tongue still feeling heavy from disuse, you slurred the words out. Satoru chuckled at you, hiding his laugh behind a few long fingers.

“You sound so cute, little sister! It makes me want to drug you again.”

“Ah, that’s right! Speaking of drugging, you need to apologize to Toru-nii.” Suguru pipes up, snapping his fingers like he’d just had an epiphany. “It wasn’t very nice that you drugged him, you know.”

“Don’t care.” Shaking your head, you turned away from them. Compliancy wasn’t something you were going to give easily, especially not so quickly. Humming softly, Satoru walked to the bed and sunk his knee down next to your leg, the mattress effortlessly dipping with his weight.

“Such a naughty kitty, aren’t you? Can’t even apologize to your big brother.” Hooking his finger through the front of the collar, Satoru yanked your head up and towards him. His fluffy white hair fell into his eyes, obscuring the deranged look he had. Forcing you to sit up a little straighter, he pushed a clawed finger into your mouth and pulled your cheek out.

“-top!” You tried to bite down on his finger but it was no use. Satoru shook your head, the wet gushy sound of your cheek slapping against your gums resonating in the room.

“Say you’re sorry and I will.” Letting go of the collar, he put two fingers into your mouth, skimming over your sharp teeth and pressing down on the back of your tongue. “Say ‘sorry Toru-nii’.” He mocked you in a high pitched voice. He knew you couldn’t speak properly and that just delighted him further.

Drool began to spill out of your mouth the more he played with you, pushing his fingers far enough to make you choke on them. Grabbing the tip of your tongue with his claws, he pulled it out of your mouth and leaned forward, spitting into your open mouth with practiced ease.

“You’ll apologize sooner or later.” Letting you go, Satoru stepped off the bed and to where he was previously standing, fingers glistening with your saliva.

“Are you hungry?” Suguru asked. His expression hadn’t changed during the whole exchange, just watching gleefully from the sidelines.

“No.” Your angry eyes flicked to Satoru for a moment before settling onto the floor.

“You will be.” Kento sighed. He’d fully shrugged his suit jacket off, both it and his tie in the crook of his elbow. “I’ll make dinner.” Leaving without another word, Satoru followed suit, leaving just you and Suguru.

Rocking back and forth on his heels, Suguru has the nerve to have an air of innocence around him. Twiddling his thumbs like an embarrassed high schooler about to confess, he bites his lip when he looks at you.

“I’m glad to have you back.” He says, just barely able to hide the bursting happiness in his chest. He doesn’t recoil at the glare you send him, his smile only gets bigger. “You’re so cute when you’re mad, you know.”

He takes a step forward, and your lip curls in anger.

Another step, and you scurry to the back of the bed, against the wall and plushies.

You’re fully hissing by the time his legs press against the bed. Fingers curled, you’re ready to swipe at him if he tries to grab you and you watch him closely as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

“You never used to hiss at me...did something happen while you were away?” Pouting at you, Suguru fiddles with the blanket. Even with his supposedly relaxed demeanor, you can see the way his arms are flexing beneath his clothes.

His arm slowly reaches out to you, just grazing the skin on your legs before you tuck them under yourself. Trying again to grab onto your leg, Suguru does startle a little when your hand comes down and you swipe your claws on the back of it.

“That’s not very nice.” His skin is pebbling red and there’s a few dots of blood on his skin. Shaking his head, Suguru stands up and rubs the back of his hand, giving you a disappointed look.

There’s a mumble of Kento-nii as Suguru turns on his heels and leaves the room, closing the door and locking it with a soft click. Still on edge from the encounter, you don’t uncoil yourself until you hear Satoru and Suguru downstairs and the clinking of dishes.

The sun is completely down when someone visits you again. Your stomach has started to growl, but it’s a dull ache that you can manage to ignore for now. Trying not to appear too eager at who it might be, you only look at who enters through the corner of your eye.

Kento walks in with his styled hair tousled, like he’d been running his fingers through it a few good times. It’s not often you see him in casual clothes, but now he’s in gray sweatpants and a fitted t-shirt.

You stay perfectly still as he flicks a lamp on and takes a seat on the bed. There’s something clenched in his fist and you can’t see what. The wide expanse of his back is intimidating, getting larger with every deep and even breath he takes.

“I saw you scratched Suguru.” Kento finally breaks the silence between you and finally uncurls his fist to reveal the brown leather belt in his hands. It looks like the one he had on just a couple hours ago.

“K-kento-”

“And you still haven’t apologized to Gojo. Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl, or do you still want to be difficult?” With a sidelong glance, he doesn’t give you much time to consider. Reaching over, he grabs the collar by the metal and tugs you onto your hands and knees to face him.

His eyes dip down to the front of the shirt that’s drooped considerably off your frame, exposing your breasts to him. Tearing his eyes away, Kento unhooks the leash and forces you to lay across his lap, ass perched up as your stomach digs into the tops of his thighs.

“Kento-nii…” You whine high in the back of your throat, fingers curling around the blanket in fearful anticipation of the pain about to come. Kento doesn’t say anything, wordlessly pushing up the shirt until it’s pooling on your mid-back.

“You have to count them or I’ll start over.” Smoothing his hands over your ass, he curls your tail around his fingers and runs it through them.

“No, please.” Trying to shuffle out of his lap only earns you a hard smack on the ass from his hand. “Ow!” Lurching forward, you nearly slide off him and onto the floor before he catches you by the hips and puts you back in place.

“You don’t get to say no to this.” Kento almost sounds angry, the usual apathetic tone in his voice slipping away. Wrapping the belt securely around his hands, Kento delivers the first smack swiftly, his other hand making sure to hold you in place.

“Ow!”

“What do you say?” There’s already tears brimming in your lashes and you’re struggling for the words, and Kento spanks you again. “Don’t test me, kitty.”

“One!” You shout, looking over your shoulder at him pathetically. “K-kento-nii, I-” He cuts you off with another spank, quirking his brow as he waits for you to speak. “T-two.”

“So you can follow directions.” There’s a barely there roll of his eyes and he does it again, giving you two smacks in a row.

“Three, four.” Dropping your head to the mattress, your voice warbles as you continue to count. There’s no method to how Kento spanks you, sometimes doing multiple in a row and spreading them out over your ass and the tops of your thighs.

“That makes twenty and we only had to start over twice.” Kento is pleased with the achievement and there’s a soft smile on his face as he watches you sob into the mattress. Letting go of you, he unwraps the belt from his hand and rubs his palm over your hot, stinging skin.

His hand squeezes the aggravated flesh, digging the tips of his claws into the growing welts in your skin. Pushing apart your shaking legs, Kento runs a finger through your slit, the tip of his claw grazing your opening making you clench around nothing.

“Maybe I could give you a reward for being such a good girl.” He’s speaking to himself at this point, you’re too distraught to listen or care. You just let your thighs be pushed to accommodate the size of his hand between them.

Finding your clit, Kento presses firmly on the bud, circling his finger around and gauging your reaction. He holds his breath to hear even the slightest moan or whine from you that’s not out of pain, and even though you don’t want to, you give it to him.

The lingering pain in your body has clouded your mind, confused you to what other feelings you should be having in this moment. The pleasure Kento is giving you, rubbing your clit quickly with two fingers, is a feeling you greedily drink up.

Arching your back, you turn your head to look at him. Kento catches your gaze, raising his other hand to cup your cheek and wipe your tears away with his thumb. Even though he’d just inflicted so much pain on you, the tenderness he showed now had you reeling.

“What a good little sister.” He coos as you cum with a few hiccuping moans. His fingers slow down as your body relaxes but he doesn’t fully withdraw his hand from your cunt. Swirling his fingers around and collecting your release, he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean.

“Kento-nii.” Wiping your eyes childishly, you groan as he moves you off his lap and back onto the bed.

“Sshh, I’ll bring you dinner.” Giving you a kiss on the forehead, Kento grabs the discarded belt and leaves the room. Laying alone in the bed, you try to calm your racing heart and the hiccupped cry that just won’t seem to stop.

When Kento returns, he feeds you slowly. His cooking has never been one to disappoint and you gladly devour it, the warmth spreading in your belly pushing you to fully calm down. Rubbing his hand on your back, Kento calls you little sister freely and tells you about his day at the office. It’s almost like before, when he’d seat you on his lap while he was having a late night cup of tea and talk to you about how boring working was.

“Love you.” Kissing both your cheeks, Kento leaves almost thirty minutes after your plate is cleared. He’s rubbed lotion on your skin, not apologizing for his actions but helping you feel better about them.

There isn’t a clock on the wall but you can tell it’s late at night. You were engulfed in darkness now, Kento having turned the light off before he left. Crawling under the blankets, you’re tired after your punishment.

The sliding of the lock pricks the edges of your senses and you hold your breath. You already know who it is that’s coming to see you. Old habits die hard, especially when you make no move to break them.

“Sugu-nii.” You whine in protest, already shuffling over to make room for the large fox. Closing the door softly, he’s practically vibrating with happiness as he climbs into your bed.

“I heard you took your punishment well.” Wrapping his arm around your middle, Suguru forces you to turn over and face him. With the weight of his arm back around your waist, it’s like nothing has changed. It’s just like before when he’d crawl into your bed after a long night of studying and pass out.

“Yeah.” Too tired to truly put up a fight, you keep your eyes closed. You can find solace in the darkness behind your eyelids, not your older brother staring at you and grinning like a fool.

“Good girl.” Pulling you closer, you can feel his breath fanning against your lips before he kisses you. He’s never kissed you fully on the lips before and it has your eyes widening in shock.

“Sugu, wait-” Pushing against his cheek, you break the kiss for only a second before he’s pushing you to lay on your back. The pressure from the bed on your sore backside has you scrambling. “Ow, please not there.”

His face says it all, whatever plan he has in his head is working just like he wants. With a knowing grin, Suguru lays on his back and hauls you to lay on top of him. Pushing his hands under your shirt, he cups your ass softly, barely laying his hands on the still angry skin.

“Kiss me.” He whispers into the dark, easily finding your lips again. Kissing you softly, the swipe of his tongue against your bottom lip makes you purse your lips together tighter. Pinching right on a welt, Suguru shoves his tongue into your mouth when you yelp.

You can feel his sharp teeth grazing your lips and bumping into your own teeth as he pushes his tongue in, invading your mouth and claiming it for himself. His heart is beating hard underneath you, his tail lazily slapping against the bed.

His hands skim down your legs, parting them and wrapping them around his hips. In only a pair of loose sweats, you can clearly feel the bulge of his cock in them. It only takes one uncomfortable shift of your body to have him rocking up against you.

“Little sister…” He sighs against your mouth, pecking the corner. Planting a firmer grip on your hips, Suguru pushes his feet into the mattress and begins to hump you, soft pants falling from his mouth.

“Sugu-nii, stop.” You whine, balling your fists and gripping his clothes as he moves you. Dragging your sex against the front of his pants, the fabric brings rough friction on your clit, making you wet despite yourself.

Suguru ignores your little whimpers telling him to stop, they only spur him on if anything. Stopping for just a moment, he yanks his sweats down his thighs so you can hump against his underwear.

“Fuck-” Suguru nearly shouts the word. He can feel the heat from your cunt on his clothed cock, your lips molding around the shape of him without him having to do much. Throwing his head back into the pillow, Suguru sets a steady rhythm.

Dropping your head into the crook of his neck you squeeze your eyes closed, a shameful burn washing over you the same time pleasure shoots up your spine. You shouldn’t be enjoying this, he was your kidnapper, your adoptive brother, and yet here you were moving your hips in tandem with his.

“I love you.” Suguru says breathlessly, his voice tilting into a high whine at the end. “God, I love you so fucking much.” The bed is creaking loudly underneath him and you just know the other two can hear as well. “J-just wanna- I’m gonna breed you-”

“Sugu-nii, we can’t.” It wasn’t possible between you two, the difference in biology was too great. But Suguru didn’t care, as evident as him thrashing his head against the pillow.

“Yes! We- we can! I’m gonna breed you! My little...little sister.” One of his hands comes up to hold the back of your head against him, raking his nails against your scalp almost lovingly. “I love you so much I want you to have my- my-” He can’t even get the words out anymore.

But it’s not like you can really hear him over the sounds of your own whines, the bed creaking and his incessant panting. Your thighs are starting to burn the longer you go on, but chasing your high has made you delirious, pushing through it to get something nice out of this.

It only takes a few more drags of your clit against him to get you to cum, your balled up fists beating against his chest a little as you do. Suguru keeps going, a sobbing moan racking his chest as he hears you cum.

“So beautiful- m’little sister so perfect.” His words are slurred and his hips are moving overtime trying to prolong the moment. But he can’t stave off his orgasm any longer and it hits him like a train.

A few loud choking gasps fall from Suguru as his whole body tenses up and you feel the warm rush of cum shooting out of him and seeping into his underwear. He’s holding you so tightly it’s like he’s going to break every bone in your body.

When he finally calms down, you can hear him crying softly.

“Sugu-nii…” Pulling your head away, it’s shocking to see the display of emotion on his face. There’s a gentle stream of tears from both eyes, his lips quivering violently as he looks at you with so much adoration it makes your heart ache.

“I’m sorry, I just- I missed you so much.” Rubbing the back of your head now, Suguru sniffles childishly.

“Sugu-nii, don’t cry.” It’s unknown what possesses you to do this, but you lift a hand and wipe his tears away gently. For as long as you’ve known him, your brother has never cried in front of you. There had been times where you heard him crying after a particularly hard day at university or if he got physically injured, but you never saw it.

“Don’t cry, please, it’s okay.” Whispering into the dark, you kiss the corner of his lip and then his damp cheek. He chuckles through his crying, catching the hand still wiping his face.

“I should be doing that to you, not the other way around.” Lacing your fingers together, Suguru kisses your hand. Taking a few deep breaths, he slowly pushes you off of him and sits up. “I’ll go get cleaned up.”

Silently, you watch him leave the room. The sheets are hot from the friction your bodies had created and you’re suddenly aware of the light layer of sweat sticking to your skin. The distant sound of a faucet running can be heard as you fix the pillows and blankets.

Suguru comes back a few minutes later, tears dry and in a new pair of underwear. Immediately cuddling up to you as he lays back down, he sighs contently and rests his hand right above the curve of your ass, playing with your tail between his fingers.

“I love you so much, (Y/N).” He whispers into your ear, giving a kiss at the base of it. You can’t find the words to say back to him, you’re not sure what would happen if you said them and you’re pretty sure you wouldn’t mean them if you did, so instead you push your head into his chest and hum.

“Goodnight, Sugu-nii.”

“Goodnight my love.”

When you wake up in the morning, you’re alone. There’s not a sound in the house, not even the creak of floorboards downstairs to alert you to someone else's presence. Your collar is still on as tight as ever, the leash hooked onto it and wrapped around the bed post again.

Sitting up on your elbows, there’s a note on the bedside table waiting for you. It’s folded up so neatly you can tell Kento left it.

‘Gojo will be by at lunch. Be good.’

His handwriting is crisp and neat, the last two words punctuated with a bold underline. There’s a threat behind those words, one that your body still remembers from the other day. Folding the note back up you put it where it was left and hobble to your feet.

First trying the door, it’s unsurprising that it’s locked. Jiggling it a few times does nothing but rumble the frame. Quickly giving up, you set your sights on the rest of the room. The desk is a brand new pristine white, the chair a plush pink little number should you ever choose to sit on it.

There’s a few knick knacks from your old room, things you recognize surrounded by a sea of unfamiliarity. The drawers of the desk are empty, not even a single pencil left for you to play with.

Trying the windows next, they’re locked just as tightly as the door is. Looking down at the backyard, it’s pretty spacious with fresh cut grass and some lawn furniture spread out. The second window sees out to the quiet suburban street below where not a single person is walking by.

This isn’t just not the house you grew up in, the whole neighborhood is foreign to you. The street signs you can see aren’t registering in your head, no location is coming to mind when you read them. Suguru said he was taking you home, but where exactly is that?

Left with little choice, you pace back and forth in the room. There’s nothing here to really entertain you, just an obscene amount of plushies and some frilly clothes in the wardrobe.

“(Y/N), I’m here!” Satoru shouts as he opens the door. He always loved announcing his presence to you because he’d trained you to come running and hug him tightly whenever he came over to the house.

You still felt that urge today, walking closer to the door in anticipation before catching yourself and lightly slapping your cheeks. It was embarrassing that they’d managed to instill such behavior in you so well that it pervades your mind even now.

Waiting by the window, your skin tingles with goosebumps when Satoru opens the door. Dressed in what he called ‘boring business attire’ Satoru sauntered in and swiftly closed the door.

“How is my little sister today?” He cooed at you like you were a baby, wiggling his fingers cutely. His eyes flick to your collar, absent of it’s leash, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Fine.” Shuffling awkwardly on your feet, you don’t know what to say. Usually you’d be hugging him right now, asking how his day at the office was and if he wanted to play a video game with you before dinner.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes.” Answering him quietly, you expect him to leave the room to go get food, or maybe take you with him to the kitchen. But Satoru is just standing there with his fluffy white tail swinging back and forth, his sunglasses perched atop his head. “What?”

“Don’t you have something to say to me?” He asks, raising a brow and waiting for you.

“What-” You’d almost forgotten about drugging him, but as you take a step back and your ass grazes the wall, you’re suddenly reminded. Satoru grins when your eyes raise a fraction and he waits smugly.

“Go on, say it.” He’s got an easy smile on his face, yet the way his body is tensed up is giving another signal.

“I…” Swallowing thickly, the longer you looked at Satoru the more you were reminded of the things he said at the club and how nonchalant he was about describing your parents murder. Biting your lip, you shook your head and his tail drooped.

“Hm, you won’t?” Tilting his head with a hum, Satoru looked you up and down. “I’ll give you another chance, kitty. Apologize to me or I might just have to take what I want.”

“No.” Shaking your head again sealed your fate.

“You really are something.”  Backing you fully up against the wall, Satoru pushed his chest against you and smacked his hand down on the wall next to your head. A thick silence settles between you as your breath mingles. The goosebumps on your flesh prick harder now out of fear and your hands come up in front of you to try and keep some semblance of personal space.

“Toru-nii!” You gasp as his other hand comes up to rest heavily at the base of your throat, pushing the collar up so his fingers can wrap around your neck. Satoru chuckles darkly, his sharp teeth poking out from behind his lips.

“You always did sound cute when you were afraid.” Satoru loved to make you watch scary movies with him just to hear you whine and complain in his lap. His hand squeezes your throat lightly, just enough pressure to make you squirm uncomfortably.

Shoving his knee between your legs, Satoru presses his thigh firmly against your sex. Taking off his glasses and tossing them onto the desk, he leans down and kisses you, immediately sinking his teeth into your lower lip.

“Toru-nii, that hurts.” You manage to pull your mouth away from him just long enough to feel the metallic tang of blood on the tip of your tongue. Grunting in reply, Satoru forces your mouth on his again, lapping at your irritated lip before pushing past it and tangling his tongue with yours.

Overtaking your senses, you struggle to keep upright. Between the jerky movements of his thigh between your legs and the sheer volume of his upper body leaning over you, it’s too much to take in. Pushing against his chest to try and create distance between you doesn’t work, and Satoru smacks your hands away.

“You’re gonna make it up to me, little sister.” Satoru’s tone of voice scares you, makes your ears stand on end from how low it is. His eyes are clouded over with lust and something else just beneath the surface, something that makes your knees lock up.

“What’re you-” Stumbling forward as he moves back, Satoru stops you from falling by catching you by the collar.

“Since you won’t apologize with words there’s something else you can do.” Flashing you a sadistic grin, Satoru all but tosses you onto the floor and leaves you there. Taking a seat on the bed with his legs stretched out onto the floor, he leans back on his hands and looks at you.

He’s looking at you expectantly with a bulge in his pants that’s impossible to miss or ignore. Flicking his chin down towards it, he has to bite his lip to stop himself from smiling even bigger when you fumble to stand on your knees.

“C’mere little kitty, I know you know what I want.” Satoru hooks his finger at you, beckoning you closer. There’s no amount of pitiful looks or desperate little whimpers you can give him that will change the situation you’re in, and making him wait too long would only end badly.

Biting your tongue, you crawl to him and sit between his open legs. Resting your hands on his thighs, you rub up and down to try and soothe the nervousness in you.

“I’ve never...done this before, Toru-nii.” It truly was your first time, Suguru had made sure of it. He stopped any potential romances you ever could have had, even ones where you didn’t see any romantic potential yourself.

“Don’t worry, I’m a great teacher.” Taking one of your hands off his leg and onto the front of his pants, Satoru doesn’t need to tell you to undo them. Shimmying his pants down his thighs, Satoru lets his cock free as well.

As soon as it’s out, it slaps against his stomach. Already dripping precum, the length makes you swallow thickly. There’s a trim patch of white hair at the top of his pubic bone and his cock is the same color as the rest of him, only the tip is a nice rouge.

“Go ahead little sister, take a lick.” Satoru grabs your jaw, already impatient and rushing you to put your mouth to use.

“Okay, okay.” You can’t shrink out of his hold, his claws dig into your skin too much. Bracing yourself on his thighs, you let your tongue loll out of your mouth and flick the tip of his cock.

There’s an immediate reaction to your action: Satoru twitches and his cock jumps, bouncing against your lip as his stomach contracts. It feels kind of good to know that such a small thing made him react that way, and it bolsters you with enough confidence to do it again.

“Now open your mouth a little more and suck on the tip.” Letting go of your jaw, he leans back to watch you work. Nodding, you do as you’re told and open your mouth. Taking the tip of his cock past your lips, you know enough to keep your teeth away.

Hollowing your cheeks, you keep your eyes locked on Satoru’s face to see his reaction as you suck. Your tongue rests against the tip, the unfamiliar taste of his precum coating the slimy muscle and making drool pool in your mouth.

“Take a little more in baby, it won’t hurt you.” He says it so gently, rubbing a hand at the base of your ears, that it almost feels like you two are dating. With an encouraging hum, Satoru helps you go down on him, putting a little more in your mouth until his length fills you and you have to stop him from hitting your throat.

“Shit, is that all you can take?” Satoru grunts and it’s unclear whether he’s happy about it or not. You don’t even have half his cock in your mouth yet and you already have to stop, reminding yourself to swallow so you don’t soak him completely in saliva.

Sitting up a little, Satoru quickly grabs something from his back pocket with his free hand: his phone. Pushing you down as you try to remove your mouth from him, you can’t stop him from taking a few pictures of you in the compromising position.

“Toru-nii, don’t!” He finally lets you up after a bit of struggling and you immediately try to take his phone away. “D-don’t take pictures of me!”

“But I want to save the memories.” He whines like a child, taking a few more and then tossing the device onto the bed.

“Delete them!” Reaching for the phone, you barely get a few centimeters towards it and Satoru is grabbing both your hands and pinning them to the mattress.

“Do what I tell you and maybe I will.” He squeezes your hands in a crushing hold for a few seconds before letting them go. Your fingers throb painfully but you have no time to soothe them; Satoru is already dragging you back to his cock.

You give him a lasting look before putting your mouth back on him, sucking the length of his cock you can fit comfortably in your mouth. Resting your hands at the base of his cock, you were content with the pace you set.

But Satoru wasn’t. He quickly grew bored of only seeing you take half of his cock. Grabbing his phone in one hand, he angled it down to your face as he put the other hand behind your head.

“C’mon little sis, you can do better than that, can’t you?” He asks softly, starting to push your head further down, the tip of his cock hitting your throat and trying to push past it. You start choking immediately, nostrils flaring as you try to pull away and breathe properly.

Satoru keeps a firm grip on your head however, only letting you get a few inches of reprieve before he pushes down again. Unused to the sensation you’re already feeling lightheaded, barely remembering to breathe through your nose.

“Be a good girl for me.” Satoru huffs, forcing you up and down his cock much faster than before. Unhinging your jaw doesn’t let much air flow into your mouth, if anything it only makes him go faster.

Tears blur your vision and drip down your face in messy lines, snot beginning to materialize at your nose. Satoru doesn’t take notice of the way your claws are digging into his skin, either that or he just doesn’t care. He especially doesn’t care after he forces his cock as far as it’ll go and you start to beat on his thighs.

“Fuck-” Drawing out the word, Satoru nearly drops his phone from the ripple of pleasure going up his spine. The click of your throat against the tip of his cock is enough to make him think he’ll cum early. “Kitty, you won’t mind if I…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence, only leans over and props his phone on the nightstand. The blurry outline of you and him shines on the screen, and you'd knock the phone down if you weren’t struggling to focus on breathing. With both hands free, Satoru holds your head with both hands and sits up properly, back slightly bowing so he can look down on you.

The first thrust up into your mouth takes you by bitter surprise and your stomach lurches in turn, the fear of potentially vomiting on Satoru coming to the forefront of your mind. The second thrust, you still aren’t prepared for and just barely keep yourself from clamping your teeth down onto his cock.

By the third thrust you’ve learned to give up what little control you’re trying to salvage. Letting your mouth hang open, you can’t care anymore about soaking the front of Satoru’s pants in your spit. All you can think about is breathing, no matter how hard that might be.

“Fuck, what a- a good girl you are.” Satoru can barely breathe himself, but for a different reason. His stomach is tight, all the muscles in his body are tensed painfully as he fucks your mouth. This is something he’s been dreaming about ever since he met you, ever since you sat on his lap for the first time and told him how much you loved big brother Toru-nii.

The strain in your neck is nearly as bad as your jaw as Satoru uses you for his own gain. Your fingers are cramping as they continue to dig into his thighs, the smooth expanse of skin threatening to break from how hard you're gripping him.

“Shit-” Cursing angrily, Satoru holds you down on his cock. There’s no warning from him as he shoots cum down your throat, only slight thrusts up as he does it. You have no choice but to swallow it all, the motions of your throat making Satoru grind into you a bit more.

As soon as Satoru lets you go, you’re collapsing onto the ground and gasping for air. Throat fucked completely raw, you can’t even make a sound as you sob and try to wipe away the snot that’s dripped down your face.

“Made me cum so quick, are you sure this is your first time?” Satoru jokes, tucking himself back into his pants and standing up. Looking down at your crying form, Satoru doesn’t have a lick of remorse on his face.

“T-tor-” Trying to speak is far too painful and Satoru grins at your inability to do it. Scooping you up under the armpits, he pulls you onto the bed with a pleased hum.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you just said sorry.”

“M’sorry.” It’s too late now, far too late, but you still say it and Satoru still grins at you.

“I know you are.” Kissing you on the forehead, he stands up and walks to the door. “See you after work, little sis.” Waving goodbye over his shoulder, Satoru leaves the room. Too upset to care about the rumble in your empty stomach, you turn to face the wall and sleep off what just happened.

You don’t wake until there’s a tugging on your collar. Opening up puffy, bloodshot eyes, they follow the line of the leash up to who’s holding it.

“Sugu-nii?” Letting yourself get pulled up and out of bed, the light of the hallway burns your eyes when you enter it.

“It’s time for dinner.” He hums, playing with the leash between his fingers. “Since you were so good for Toru-nii, I thought it’d be a nice reward for you to eat with all of us.” Taking a pause, Suguru looks at you over his shoulder. “Wouldn’t that be nice, (Y/N)?”

“Yes.” Your voice is still a little rough and your hand flies up to rub at your throat. Suguru doesn’t say anything, only chuckles under his breath. Leading you down the stairs, he keeps a tight hold on the leash as you go from the bottom step to the dining table.

Kento and Satoru are already there, Satoru waiting at the set table while Kento does a few finishing touches on dinner in a plain black apron. There are only three chairs at the table, and Satoru doesn’t offer to have you sit on his lap.

“Where do I…” You trail off, looking at everyone in the room as they avoid your curious gaze.

“You’ll sit on the floor until you prove you’re a good girl.” Kento is the one to answer your question as he sets the last of the food on the table.

“But-”

“Don’t argue. Only good little girls get to sit at the table, and you’ve yet to prove you can be good.” His voice is firm, dripping with authority that you wouldn’t have dreamed of challenging before.

“Kento-nii, I-”

The rebuttal you had was snatched away by the sharp yank of the leash, cutting your air off as Suguru pulled high up by his head.

“Little kitty, listen to your big brother please.” He sang the words but the way Suguru was looking at you and choking you with the collar told his true nature. Loosening his hold once he was sure you wouldn’t speak again, Suguru led you to a corner of the wall by the table where a cushion was waiting for you.

They were at least nice enough to give you a plate and utensils instead of making you eat out of a dog bowl like Satoru jokingly suggested. None of them addressed you as the meal progressed, not sparing you a single glance or second thought.

Your plate was cleared long before theirs and although you wanted to get up and put your plate away, maybe attempt to either go back to your room or slide into the conversation, you sat completely still on the cushion, fiddling with the edges of it and simply waiting.

“(Y/N).” Kento snapped his fingers, catching your attention as he stood up. “Help me with the dishes.” Standing up slowly, you gathered the empty plates Kento put into your hands and walked to the sink.

You only stood alone at the sink for a few minutes, filling the sink with hot water over the dishes and gathering soap on the sponge, before Kento came and slinked in behind you. Putting his arms around you, he slid his fingers through yours and held them tightly under the water.

“Missed you.” He whispered in your ear, laying his cheek atop your head and nuzzling into you. His whole body wrapped around you, his chest greatly expanding with air as he inhaled your scent and rocked you slightly. “Everything will go back to normal soon, promise.” You weren’t sure if he was saying that for you or for him, but you didn’t get the chance to answer.

“Aw, look at you being all soft.” Satoru giggled behind you, going up to the fridge and grabbing two beers.

“Fuck off.” Kento growled, whipping his head around to glare at the intruder. Slinking away with a vicious giggle, Satoru could be heard talking to Suguru about what he just saw. Heaving an annoyed sigh, Kento unwound one hand from yours and started to clean the dishes.

Working quietly together, Kento kept himself pressed against you the entire time. He didn’t speak much, occasionally giving you a kiss on the head or taking a dirty pan from you to leave it to soak. When the sink was clear and your fingers were properly wrinkled, he stepped back and grabbed the leash you’d managed to forget about.

Following him out of the kitchen, you glanced at Satoru and Suguru sitting together on the couch playing some game you could never quite get the hang of no matter how many times they tried to teach you.

“Oh, time for a bath already.” Suguru glanced at the two of you and tossed his controller onto the couch. Standing up and cracking a few bones, Suguru took the leash from Kento and led you up the stairs.

Ever since Suguru’s interest in you turned more obsessive, bathing yourself became something you grew to detest. He would often find some way to barge in while you were taking a shower, trying to sneak peeks at your naked body all lathered up and sometimes trying to join you. Even after locking the door, he still found ways to pick it when he could and leer at you through the crack in the door, and you were pretty sure he installed a few hidden cameras as well. And during the times he didn’t actively snoop on you, he would be waiting in your room for you to come in clad in only a towel.

This time was no different. There was already a clean towel waiting for you in the bathroom, and your favorite products all lined up on the counter that Suguru was leaning on. Unclipping the leash, he was gentle in undoing the collar.

“Would you rather take a bath or a shower?” He whispered, already grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it off.

“Bath.” Folding your arms over your chest did little to truly preserve your modesty, but it was better than nothing. Nodding, Suguru turned the tap on and the roar of the water filled the air. For a brief moment, you hoped he would just be content with sitting on the closed toilet lid and watching you, but you should have known better.

As the tub was filling up, Suguru began to take his clothes off as well, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Steam clouded in the air, making the fur of your tail and ears damp and clump together.

“I got you something from that store you really like.” Suguru digs into the medicine cabinet for a moment, pulling out a deep purple bath bomb with specks of gold glitter. He grins widely at you before dropping it into the tub where it sinks to the bottom with a ‘thunk’.

When the bath is full enough and the powder halfway dissolved, Suguru nudges you gently into the tub. You’ve tried to stay out of his line of sight as the water poured into the tub, but now you were on full display as you climbed in and he followed suit.

Holding your breath, Suguru climbs in after you. His fluffy tail immediately soaked up the water, the fur getting weighed down and heavy. Pulling you flush against his open legs, you can feel his soft cock resting on your lower back.

“Isn’t this nice?” Suguru whispers, the only sound to offset the silence is the occasional drip from the faucet. Swishing the purple water between his fingers, Suguru wraps an arm just under your breasts.

The gold glitter sticks to your fingers when you move them through the water and bring them up to the surface. The scent of the bath bomb is nice enough, truly one of your favorites, but it didn’t bring you any peace like it usually did.

You couldn’t relax and Suguru could tell. You refused to lean your back onto his chest, and whenever he tried to intertwine your fingers together you slipped out of his grasp. Leaning your head away from him, the water just barely brushed your collarbones.

“You’re awfully quiet, little sister. Something on your mind?” Running a wet hand down your back, Suguru lets his claws graze your skin and leave goosebumps.

“No.” The word slips from your mouth and for a moment you’re not sure he heard you because there’s no immediate response. But Suguru is always listening to you and he definitely heard you.

“Hm, then why don’t you try and relax?” The arm under your breasts tightens and Suguru yanks you effortlessly back onto him. Pushing your head to lay on his chest, Suguru peers over your shoulder down the expanse of your naked body.

“Stop.” Scrambling to clench your legs closed and cover yourself, the heat from the water only adds to the burn in your cheeks.

“Shouldn’t I get to see how my little sister grew up? You’ve become quite beautiful, you know.” His other hand rests on your knee, fingers splaying out and, if he really tried, he could wrap almost your entire leg in his hand. “But, you’ve always been beautiful, ever since we met.”

Giving you a kiss on the side of your head, Suguru wrenches your legs apart with one swift motion. You barely have time to make a sound let alone react, and Suguru is already shoving his hand between your legs by the time you do.

“Sugu-nii!” Clutching his wrist, you try in vain to yank him away from cupping your sex with his hand. “Don’t- don’t touch me there!” Digging your claws into his arm, you let out a low whine.

“Don’t be so shy, I need to check down there. You were gone for so long, who knows what you were up to.” Laughing softly at your discomfort, Suguru slips two fingers into your slit, the warm water helping his fingers glide along your cunt.

“I’m still a virgin if that’s what you’re worried about.” Craning your head up to the ceiling, you can’t stand to look at his hand moving between your tightly clenched thighs.

“Mmm I still think I should check.” Keeping you untouched was one of Suguru’s life missions. He was distraught when you told him you’d had your first kiss, utterly shattered when you mentioned potentially having a crush on the person. After that singular moment, he vowed to ruin any potential romance and to stop you from ever having sex with someone he didn’t approve of.

Swirling his fingers around your clit, Suguru chuckled as he made your legs twitch. He knew the motion was purely automatic, but he still took it for all it was worth. Pressing more firmly against it, his other hand snaked up to wrap around one of your breasts.

A soft sigh escaped your lips and you clenched them tightly together. Suguru heard it, how could he not? It was all he needed to keep going, not that he would have stopped even if you asked.

“Pretty little girl you are.” He hummed, tweaking your nipple gently in his fingers. Prodding your entrance with one finger, he quickly retracts it when you let out a pained whine. “Just checking, just checking.”

“I wasn’t lying.” You huff, once again trying to squirm out of his hold.

“And for that you deserve a reward, don’t you think?” His fingers are already rubbing your clit under the water, sloshing and splashing some of it onto the ground. Keeping his lips firmly pressed against your head, Suguru groans deeply in his chest.

“Sugu-nii...please…” Screwing your eyes closed, you’re not sure what you’re asking for. For him to stop? For him to keep going? Based on the way your hips are grinding against him, you can easily find the answer.

Suguru’s ministrations are deft, like he’s done this countless times before. And perhaps he has on other women, and that thought bitterly crosses your mind for a moment, but it’s dashed out just as quickly when he pinches your clit.

“Moan my name when you cum.” His breathing is ragged, almost as if Suguru is going to cum as well. Nodding drunkenly, only a supply of soft moans fall from your mouth. The hands that were gripping his arm have fallen slack and to the wayside, one of them gripping the side of the tub.

Turning your head to bury your face into his neck, you inadvertently press open mouthed kisses onto him as you pant and moan. Your sharp teeth graze Suguru’s neck every so often and he leans into the touch, fingers working overtime on your clit.

“Su-Sugu-nii!” Pushing your face into him, you cum with a short, high pitched cry of his name. With a long groan, Suguru works you through your orgasm and presses kisses to your head.

“Good girl.” He sighs when you finally come down, relaxed and pliant in his hold now. Slowly withdrawing his hand from your cunt, Suguru leans back against the tub contently. Laying in silence for a moment, you try and push the shame away that’s creeping up from the base of your spine.

Silently, you lean forward to grab the other products still waiting untouched on the counter. Opening the body wash he’d set out, you take the cloth he’d left as well, intent on scrubbing yourself raw and cleaning away the moment you just had.

Freshly bathed, moisturized and dressed in a new oversized shirt you didn’t own an hour later, the weight of the collar put back around your neck was starting to become familiar. Back in your room, you and Suguru laid together, the soft sound of evening rain helping you fall asleep.

Waking up to the sound of a blaring smoke alarm, the previous relaxing night was ripped away from you. Bolting upright and stumbling out of bed in a dazed panic, you try the bedroom door. It’s still locked, not budging as you attempt to force it open.

“Hello?!” You scream, anxiety rising the longer the alarm goes off.

“It’s okay!” Satoru calls back to you, voice muffled and distant. He’s clearly downstairs, hopefully dealing with whatever set the alarm off. “Just cooking!” As soon as he says that, you immediately relax.

Satoru wasn’t known for being a good cook, or even a very decent one. Whenever he tried, he always ended up burning something or making the food taste horrible. Letting go of the doorknob, you were right in assuming he hadn’t changed; the smell of something burnt wafted through the vents and up to your room.

Ten minutes later, Satoru unlocked and flung open the door with excitement brimming on his face.

“I made breakfast, come on down.” Quickly clipping the leash to the collar, he practically drug you down the stairs in his eagerness for you to eat his food. Whatever was waiting for you on the dining table looked less than appetizing, your stomach churned just looking at it.

Taking a seat, Satoru wound the leash around his fingers, drawing you closer and closer until you were sitting sideways on his lap. Resting a hand high up on your thigh, Satoru pulled the plate closer.

“Doesn’t it look good?” He asked, a childish giggle behind his words.

“Sure.” You fought to keep your face neutral, but it was hard when you took the first bite and wanted to spit it out right away. Knowing Satoru though, he wouldn’t let you cook anything for yourself, wanting you to eat what he made you with a big smile.

“Do you like it?”

“Sure.” Nodding through clenched teeth, you quickly changed the subject. “Toru-nii, why aren’t you at work?”

“Took the day off. Wanted to get reacquainted with my little sister.” Squeezing your thigh with a big grin, Satoru grabbed your utensil from your hand. “And maybe later we can go to the corner store and get ice cream!”

Even though you knew you’d have to jump through some hoops before going outside, just the mere mention of leaving this house making your stomach erupt in butterflies. You ate Satoru’s bad cooking with vigor, offering to wash the dishes as soon as you were done.

Retiring to the couch, Satoru laid a blanket over the two of you as he flicked through the TV channels. Just as Satoru picked some random shitty movie to play in the background while he got down to the true fun, the mailman came.

“One sec.” Shifting you off his lap, Satoru dragged his feet grabbing the mail. There were quite a few envelopes in his hand when he returned, and a few of them you recognized from the insurance company your parents used and signed you up for.

“What’s this?” Forcing your way to his side once again, you read over the first letter. It was from your parents life insurance, stating that you were the sole inheritor of all the money in the policy.

“Looks like you got a pretty penny, baby.” Satoru grinned as he read over the next letter, one from the bank stating that all the money from your parents accounts would be transferred to you. There was also one from their will, naming you the only one that gets money from the meager stocks they’d invested in.

“Did- did you all set this up?” Remembering what Satoru had said about Kento setting up a trust fund for you, your stomach twisted into knots.

“Oh yeah, Kento is pretty smart when it comes to forging signatures and insurance documents.” Flicking the open letters onto the coffee table, Satoru opened a thick envelope, and the words at the top made your heart stop.

“Why uh, why is this letter talking about a house fire? What is this payout?” Snatching the letter from Satoru, you didn’t blink as you read over it. “Why is my address on here? Why are they talking about a fire at my address?”

You knew the answer, it wasn’t that hard to figure out. It was spelled out clear as day on the paper, that the house you’d been adopted into and grown up in had been set ablaze in some random arson attack and that you and Suguru were going to get a very large sum of money for the damages to the now unlivable abode.

You knew the answer, yet you still needed Satoru to say it aloud, confirm what you already knew.

“There might have been a little accident at your old house after you left.” Gingerly taking the letter from you, Satoru read it over himself. “If it makes you feel any better, we didn’t just set fire to your house. We did the whole street ya know, to make it more believable.”

It made sense why you were in a new home in a new neighborhood you’d never been in. He didn’t want you to be familiar with the area or try and contact the neighbors. You didn’t know where you were, all you knew was the house you were currently in.

“Now let’s watch a movie! Kento likes to handle all the file organization!” Hooking his arm around your shoulder, Satoru pulled you to his side. Your body was stiff and unyielding, frozen in shock and mind still reeling.

“T-toru-nii.” Forcing your voice to work, you stared at the opening credits. “Can we go to the store now? I’m in the mood for some- for some uhm, snacks.”

“Yeah, why not. We can have a little movie marathon.” Pausing the TV, Satoru stretched and groaned. “Go ahead and get changed in your room, I’ll wait down here.”

“Okay.” Keeping your legs as steady as possible, you went up to your bedroom. Shaking fingers picked out the least offensive clothing they left for you, a simple pair of leggings and a plain shirt and hoodie that weren’t previously owned by a very large fox.

Walking hand in hand down the street with Satoru, you tried to keep the collar around your neck hidden. He’d been gracious enough to take the leash off, stuffing it in his back pocket as a warning before exiting the house.

Being outside and breathing in the crisp air helped clear your head a little. There was only so much you could do to calm yourself in this situation, and having the wind go by and make your ears twitch was one of them.

It was a short walk to the store in question, and Satoru stayed close by you the entire time you were there. His figure lingered around you, trailing you through the aisles and sometimes keeping a few fingers hooked in your hood just in case.

Standing outside the store, Satoru had a sly grin on his face as he looked at the bag of treats in his hand. He had been unusually quiet upon leaving, and that almost always meant he was up to something.

“Hey, stay out here for a little bit, I need to go back in and get something for Suguru.” The bait was right in your face. Satoru held a lingering gaze with you out of the corner of his eye as he went back into the store. He was practically telling you to make a run for it now. To try and escape him, even though there truly was no hope of outrunning him.

It was painfully obvious what was going to happen, or at least what Satoru wanted to happen. He liked to play chase with you, running after you at the park on warm sunny days, or with snowballs in hand during winter. He always said it was just instinct to want to chase pretty little things like you.

Even though you knew you shouldn’t, you took one look at the closed doors of the store and ran for it. As you rounded the corner, you swore that the sound of Satoru’s laughter reached your ears. You willingly stepped into his trap, the most obvious one he’s ever set.

But the smidgen of hope you had of hiding from him and getting away again outweighed how stupid you felt for giving into his desires. Running through empty suburban streets close to noon, you felt like you were in a different world. None of the streets looked like ways out to a main road, and as you kept running, it felt like you were going in circles.

“Gotcha.” Satoru announced as he appeared around a corner, a crazed look in his eyes. His fur was standing on end, electrified from the adrenaline of chasing you. Grabbing your wrist as you tried to sidestep him, Satoru laughed and hugged you to his chest. “I knew you would run, I just fucking knew it.”

You had nothing to say, hanging your head limply in his hold. Satoru rocked you side to side, his racing heart struggling to calm down.

“I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t do it, that you’d be a little smarter than this and know to stay in your place. But at the end of the day, you’re just a dumb little house cat.” Releasing you, Satoru grabbed your hand tightly. “Now we can really have some fun.”

The fun Satoru mentioned didn’t come when you got back home. Stepping back through the threshold, you were ushered back into your room with a few of the snacks and left to your own devices. Satoru had made a phone call after locking the door, the exhilaration in his voice making him breathless as he walked away and babbled to whoever on the other line.

You weren’t visited for a whole day. No one came to knock on your door to feed you, there weren’t any late night visits from Suguru. It was as if they’d forgotten about you, walking past the locked door with no regard to who lay on the other side.

A full three days of isolation passed before Suguru opened the door. It was the weekend and they’d all been home all day, you could hear them moving around downstairs and Satoru certainly seemed excited about something.

Ravenously hungry, you ate the small meal he brought you immediately. Too focused on eating, you didn’t care about the slightly strange taste or the way Suguru watched you intently to make sure you ate every last drop.

“You need to change.” His eyes flitted over the clothes you still had on from your last outing. A displeased frown graced Sugurus face, and he walked over to the wardrobe and pulled open a few drawers.

You hadn’t really taken a look inside too closely at what they’d left for you. Only briefly digging around to change, there wasn’t a real need to switch up your outfits seeing as you didn’t leave the room.

“Put this on.” Turning to you, Suguru held up a pretty pink lacy bra and panties set.

“Why?” Swallowing thickly, you took the garments that were thrust into your hands.

“You’ll see. Just get changed and come out when you’re ready. You can put my shirt on over it.” Suguru spoke quickly and left the room, leaning on the door as soon as it was closed. Thumbing over the fabric, thoughts jumped in and out of your head at what he could possibly need from you in this outfit.

But something else was taking shape in your mind, a slow drip that wouldn’t leave. The tips of your fingers were tingling and your tongue started to feel heavy. Just standing up to disrobe had you lightheaded, skimming your fingers across your naked skin had you clenching your thighs together.

“Sugu-nii, open up.” You called to him, a concerned whine at the end of your voice. You’d changed just like he’d asked, and you were happy you had because you were starting to get sweaty.

“Let’s go.” He quickly undid the collar on your neck and led you down the stairs, making sure you didn’t trip on your increasingly shaky legs. Coming to the lounge room, you were greeted by Satoru and Kento, and an unknown older third man was leaning against the wall, a long skinny black tail dangling behind him.

“What a cutie.” The man chuckled, looking you over with sharp golden eyes. Planting you in the middle of the room, Suguru left you to stand on your own. Your own eyes looked back at the man, taking in the curved black ears atop his head and his wide chest.

Standing still was proving to be a struggle for you. Whatever was happening had made you delirious, all the blood seemed to be rushing straight between your legs. Just being stared at was enough to make heat burn your cheeks in an embarrassing way.

“So you said I could do anything?” Looking past you and to your brother, the man grins wide when Suguru nods his head. Stalking closer to you, you can see the scar on the edge of his lip and the very large canine teeth inside his mouth.

Speaking was also a struggle, evident in the way you couldn’t properly get any words out, only a few nondescript sounds trickled out. Shuffling back as the man got closer, you were completely enveloped in him when he opened his arms wide, taking up all the space in your vision.

“Hey little kitty-cat.” Putting a large hand on your head, he rubs your head gruffly. The sensation makes your knees buckle, tingling pleasure from his touch spreading across your upper body. “Name’s Toji.”

“He-hello.” Forcing the word out, now that he’s so close you can finally discern what animal he was, a smooth black panther. You hadn’t seen them a lot, only catching a few glances of a couple hybrids when you were at the hostess bar and they always seemed so elusive.

“Who knew you could sound so cute all drugged up like that?” Toji cooed, rubbing your head again. “You gonna introduce yourself to me? I am your brothers’ guest after all.”

“I don’t think she can.” Suguru chuckled from the couch. He, Satoru and Kento were enraptured with the scene before them. Seeing you dwarfed by their size had become something they were accustomed to, but seeing you look so tiny against an imposing figure like Toji stirred something in them.

“Poor little thing.” With a mocking laugh he dropped his hands to his sides and looked down at you. “Lets see if you can follow directions now, hm? Take this off for me.” Flicking his chin at you, he waited with bated breath.

“Sugu...nii…” Scrunching your brows together, you looked at him. Even with your mind full of nothing but the intense ache between your legs, you still had enough sense to try and figure out what was going to happen.

“Don’t be shy baby, do as he says.” Suguru made no move to come and help you or offer any explanation. Looking to Kento and Satoru, neither of them were any help.

“Don’t make me wait all day.” Toji snapped his fingers in your face, bringing you back to staring at him. He took one look at your still concerned expression and rolled his eyes. “I’ll do it for you then, princess.”

Toji wasn’t gentle when he took your shirt off, practically ripping it off your body with his sharp claws. There was a collective gasp from the couch and Toji let out a low whistle upon seeing your body in lingerie.

“You really are something, huh?” Grasping your upper arm, Toji turned you around to stare at your ass, giving your tail a sharp tug that made you keen and arch your back. “So responsive too. Good to see the drugs working.”

Wading through the thicket in your foggy mind, it all made sense now. Why you were moaning so loudly just from Toji hugging you to his body and raking his nails lightly against your skin. Why just feeling the barrel of his chest against your back had your spine tingling with nerves.

“Sugu!” Reaching out for him, you could only lean so far forward away from Toji.

“Be quiet baby, take your punishment like a good girl.” He chided, actively palming over the growing tent in his pants.

“Sugu!” Huffing again, you strained against Tojis hold.

“Hey, didn’t he say be good?” Toji quipped and smacked your thigh. The sound echoed in the otherwise quiet room, making you jump high into the air. It hurt, the force of his smack and the lingering pain after, but somewhere in you, you enjoyed it.

Turning you around, Toji wasted no time in kissing you. Grabbing your chin tightly, he forced his tongue into your mouth. Easily overwhelming you with the strength in his kiss, Toji palmed your ass roughly. Pushing you against his growing cock, he kissed you until you were so lightheaded your legs gave out.

“Ha, this’ll be too easy.” Letting you fall to the floor, Toji peeled his shirt off and cracked the bones in his neck. The cold hardwood offered no reprieve to your burning skin, and Toji quickly descended onto you.

Caging you in with his knees on either side of you, Toji grabbed both breasts, squeezing them so hard tears sprang to your eyes instantly. Your hands weakly attempted to push him away, stop him from pulling at your nipples through the sheer fabric of the bra.

“Hey, knock it off.” The slap across the face was an unexpected sensation, your head turning to the side as his palm went across your cheek. Gasping loudly, the tears that gathered at your lashes began to fall as the pain radiated across your face.

Choking out a sob, you tossed an arm over your face to shield yourself from any more. The painful treatment of your breasts was all you could focus on and you actively had to stop yourself from trying to push him away again.

“She learns quick.” Toji remarks to the group watching you with their cocks out.

“Always has.” Kento replies smoothly, like he didn’t have his pants around his knees with his half hard cock in his hand. Turning back to you, Toji rips your arm off your face.

“Don’t think you can hide from me now, little one.” Pinning your arms to your side, Toji leaned over you and bit down on the side of your neck. Screeching and arching your back, you squirmed and whined from the pain.

You could feel the light amount of blood trickle down your neck and his rough tongue lap it up. Soothing the bite, Toji went down a few inches and did it again, littering your whole neck with bites hard enough to break skin.

Moving down to your chest, he sucked angry marks into your skin, biting down a tad softer here.  The drug they’d given you had perfectly done its job in making you more sensitive to touch and the trace amounts of pleasure you were getting from this weren’t enough to outweigh the pain.

“Toji.” Throwing your head to the side as he bit down on your shoulder, your breath left you when he peered back at you with his intense gaze. Leveling you with a single stare, Toji returned his attention to your chest and ripped your bra clean off your body.

“Nice fucking tits.” He smiled maliciously, squeezing them as hard as he could between his fingers. He reveled in your pained squirming and the way you couldn’t hold back moaning in pain.

Letting go of your breasts, he laid a hard slap across your chest, and then another the other way. He slapped your breasts at least ten times, not that you could keep track from the way it hurt.

Pinching and twisting your nipples, Toji wrapped one in his lips and bit down. Your hands slapped against the ground, sharp wails leaving you as he let go and bit the flesh of your breasts as hard as he had done to your neck.

“Fuck kitty, you made me so hard.” Lightly slapping your face side to side, Toji forced you to look down at his cock, now unrestrained and freed from his baggy pants. It looked massive even compared with how large his body was, and when he wrapped his hand around it you could feel the blood leave your face.

Toji ripped your panties off with one swipe, dangling the tattered fabric from his fingers before tossing it to the side where your bra was. Pushing your knees up and nearly hitting you in the face, Toji peered down at your cunt.

“So fucking wet.” He mumbled, swiping a finger up your slit and presenting it to you. “Fucking dripping, huh.”

“Sugu!” Whipping your head to the side, you looked at Suguru with wide eyes. Fear struck a chord in you, Suguru had always drilled it into your head that your virginity was something special, making you promise over and over that you would save it for the right person.

And you had strong doubts that Toji was the right person to take it.

“Calm down baby. I said this was a punishment after all, didn’t I?” Suguru was languidly stroking his hard cock, a cocky smile on his face as he drank in your apprehension.

“But- no, no!” Shaking your head hard enough to make it hurt, you cried unabashedly. This wasn’t right, you shouldn’t be having sex for the first time on a cold hardwood floor with a stranger while your brother and his friends watched.

“Yes, yes!” Toji mocked your frantic voice, landing slaps on the backs of your thighs as you began to cry. “Don’t act all high and mighty now. Your brothers sold you out to me like some cheap whore, now take what I give you.”

“No!” Sobbing now, it only got louder when Toji slapped your cunt with his full hand. Your legs shook violently as he slapped you again, putting more weight into his hand.

“God, I could listen to you all fucking day.” Toji let your legs go, slapping your cunt one last time to see you jump and writhe. Nestling between your legs, he gripped your hips and pulled you flush against him. “Be nice and loud for us now.”

Guiding the tip of his cock into your entrance, Toji thrust his cock in with one smooth motion of his hips. Bottoming out immediately, he threw his head back and sighed. This was the first time you had anything inside you besides your own fingers and to say it hurt was an understatement.

Despite how wet you were from the drug, you had no prep for the immense stretch of Tojis cock inside you. You weren’t sure if any amount of preparation would have been enough to take him, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on it.

The slow drag of his cock against your walls as he pulled out caught your attention. You were still sobbing, still shaking and clearly distraught, but nobody cared. They were all getting off on seeing Toji fuck you, all of their eyes bouncing between your face to where you were connected with him.

“Gojo you were right, I think I might cum quick.” They shared a laugh, Satoru echoing the sentiment back to him. Pushing back in, Toji held your hips tight enough to bruise them, digging painful fingerprints into your flesh that would linger for a long while after he left.

Setting a quick pace, Toji bounced you back on his cock as he thrust forward, dragging you across the floor with every motion. The sweat collecting on your skin helped it not to catch on the wood, but the glide was still irritating.

Putting your ankles on his shoulders, Toji bent your pliant body in half. He met no physical resistance from you, ignoring the way you groaned at the stretch and leaning over to put his forehead against yours.

“For a virgin you sure are flexible, maybe I’ll have to come back and have some more fun with you.” The deep rumble of his voice clouded your senses and you could feel the intensity behind his stare even as you closed your eyes tightly.

Rutting into you, the tip of Tojis cock bumped painfully against your cervix, forcing tears to drip out of your eyes with every thrust in. His entire being had completely consumed you, from the arbitrary way the tip of his tail swished against your bare thigh to the all consuming feeling of his cock pounding into you.

Getting used like a piece of meat, fucked into the very floor you’d have to walk on later, burned you with shame. Distressed moans turning into ones of burgeoning pleasure helped push that feeling even further and when you turned your head to see all three men furiously jerking their cocks, cheeks flushed red and sweat forming on their brows, you couldn’t help but wonder why they were letting this happen.

If they loved you as much as they claimed, why were they letting this man do this to you? He had slapped you all over your body, littered bloody bite marks across every inch of skin he could, and he had taken the one thing you were taught was sacred to you. Toji was nothing like your brothers, he was crass and unyielding, smacking you in the thighs as he fucked you.

He was so unlike them, the difference was astounding. The nasty words he snarled out to you, calling you a worthless little virgin and just a hole to be fucked, hurt you. Your brothers, as mean as they could be to you, would never say such nasty things. Even when Kento spanked you, he made it all better in the end.

Toji offered no happy ending, taking and taking from you until you couldn’t breathe anymore from the weight pressing down on your chest. Forcing you to kiss him, Toji growled into your mouth as he came abruptly.

Warmth flooded you, his syrupy cum smearing and coating every inch of your cunt. Grinding against you, he let your legs fall to the ground as he pulled out, his cock still rock hard. You were nearly unconscious when he finally pulled away from your lips, head falling to the side to see the three men all cumming as well.

“Y-you’re still hard?” Satoru gaped, milking his own cock for the last few drops of cum.

“Why does the little princess here have to be the only one drugged up?” Toji chuckled. Mentally and physically drained already, you were becoming practically comatose in his hold. Flipping you over onto your stomach, Toji peered down at your eyes slipping away. “Looks like she’s all tuckered out.”

Grabbing your ass, he spread your cheeks apart and revealed your puckered asshole. Spitting down onto it, he swirled his finger around it shortly, gathering up the cum and slick between your legs as added lubricant to push his finger through the tight ring of muscle.

“That’s okay, little kitty-cat, just go to sleep.” Pushing his finger all the way down to the knuckle, Toji smoothed a hand on your lower back and purred as he watched you fall unconscious. “Your uncle Toji will take good care of you.”

When you awoke again, you were back in your bed. Back in the room that wasn’t yours, in the house that you hadn’t grown up in, in a neighborhood you had no clue about. The collar was back around your neck, not as tight as before but still weighing just as heavy.

Every part of your body ached. There wasn’t a single part of you that didn’t hurt, all your muscles screamed in agony as you tried to move. There was a sharp, burning pain between your legs, raised teeth marks dotting along all the skin you touched, and your eyes were puffy and dry.

Parched beyond all belief, you struggled to grab the cup of water left on the nightstand. Nearly spilling it from how shaky your hands were, you gulped down the liquid greedily. It wasn’t enough to soothe your aching throat, but it was a start.

The sun moved across the room as you floated in and out of consciousness, casting beams of light in different directions every time you opened your eyes. There wasn’t much your body was willing to let you do, forced to just lay in bed under the fluffy blankets and wonder when someone would come to see you.

“(Y/N).” A soft whisper accompanied the slow creak of the door as it opened. The three men you’d been waiting for appeared, gentle expressions on all their faces. Suguru was the first to reach out and touch you, cupping your cheek and rubbing his thumb along your face.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked, taking a seat on your bed.

“It hurts.” You whisper back, wincing as you try and fail to sit up.

“Yeah, I bet. Uncle Toji did a number on you, didn’t he?” Suguru was speaking to you like you were a stupid child, his tone low and even.

“He did.” Barely nodding, your eyes flicked to Satoru and Kento. Satoru looked ready to jump into bed with you, his tail flicking in thinly veiled excitement behind him. Kento remained stoic, his arms crossed but his eyes never leaving yours.

“I hope now you understand how good you have it.” Kento said, the ever present sternness in his voice.

“Yeah (Y/N), men like Toji are all over the place, and one of them could have done something worse to you while you were away in Tokyo!” Satoru couldn’t help but chime in, stepping closer as he spoke.

“That’s true. We only let him have you for one night as a punishment, but think about how much worse it would be if you were still in Tokyo without the protection of your big brothers. This could have happened at that nasty little hostess bar, and it could have been much worse.” Suguru hadn’t stopped stroking your cheek the entire time he was in the room and he wasn’t about to stop now. “You don’t want guys like Toji around you, do you?”

“N...no.” Knitting your brows together, their words rattled around your skull. They weren’t exactly wrong, something much worse could have happened at the hostess bar, and you wouldn’t have your big brothers to watch over you.

Sure, the aches and pains in your body were horrible, but imagining going through the pain night after night, day after day at the hands of some random men at the red light district was much worse.

The longer you looked at all three of them, the more it made sense in your head. They had done horrible things, but the reality was that you were safe here. You didn’t have to worry about providing for yourself ever again, you had plenty of food and three people that loved you so much it hurt them to be apart from you for too long. Out in the world, anything could happen. Recounting the days you spent on the run made your stomach churn, unpleasant memory after memory coming back to you.

“You see now? You need us, (Y/N), just as much as we need you.” Drawing your attention back to him, Suguru swept his arm over to the other two. “We love you so much, we just want you to be the happiest member of the pack.”

“Of the pack…” Echoing the last words, you nodded. Pack life was important to them, it was what kept them safe and feeling secure in life. And right now, you certainly craved that security. “I want to be part of the pack.”

Large smiles erupted on all of their faces - Kento hiding his - at your words. It’s what they’d wanted to hear all along, and now everything felt complete. Sitting you up and wrapping you in a hug, Suguru was careful not to squeeze you too tightly.

“I love you (Y/N).” He said, tail thumping against the bed happily. Satoru and Kento echoed the statement, and they came to hug you as well. With all three pairs of arms around you, their warmth soothed not only the ache in your body but in your heart as well. Hugging them felt right, it felt like you were always meant to be here.

“Are you hungry? I can make you something.” Kento is the first to pull away, a light blush on his face that he tries to hide.

“Yes please.”

“Ooh, I’ll help!” Satoru throws his hand into the air as he pulls away but not before kissing you on the cheek.

“I guess I’ll help too then.” Suguru lingers around you, giving you a series of light kisses on your cheeks. “Little sister should eat well after all she’s been through.”

“We’ll be quick. Stay in bed.” Kento warns. He’s already at the door, the other two close behind him.

“I-” Your voice breaks when you try to use it and they stop before they fully exit the room.

“Hm?”

“I love my big brothers too.” Your cheeks burn a little from saying the words, and a shy giggle passes your lips. Fiddling with the blankets, you can see out of the corner of your eye that they’ve all started to blush a little.

“We love you too, little sister.” Suguru sighs, heart full to bursting. Wishing you another round of farewells, they all leave and Suguru closes the door behind him, leaving it unlocked.