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rafe cameron x black female reader

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ~ your soft bf rafe cameron talks you through your first time.

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ~ smut, sweet rafe, soft with you rafe, loss of virginity, shy reader, black reader, inexperienced reader, height difference, size difference, fingering, female oral, p in v, dry humping, hickeys, praise.

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your lover rafe was a aggressive and rude boy. he would always somehow cause trouble and get into fights with people. but somehow ever since you met him you saw something in him that others didn’t. of course he was handsome but you thought he could be a better man on the inside if he truly tried. you met rafe at a kook party one summer night. you were hanging out with friends and while rushing to the bathroom you bumped into rafe knocking his drink out of his hand.

“SHIT- are you blind?”

you immediately apologize profusely scared that he will chew you out in front of everyone around you but to your surprise as he looks up after glaring at his stained shirt his face softens. a once angered expression melting into an understanding one. “whatever…just watch where you’re going.”. as he walks off you watch him thankful he let it go. ever since that moment at all the parties you went to, you somehow found yourself next to him. whether it was because all the other seats were taken and the only one available was beside him or he would get up to refill his drink and somehow at that same time you would notice your drink was empty too and would quickly follow him to the in home bar. it was like the universe was pulling the two of you together. after time you got the courage to talk to him and to your surprise he talked back. before you knew it you were spending every waking moment with him. partying, going out to the beach to swim together, and even sleeping over at his house most nights. eventually he asked you to be his girlfriend and you without a doubt said yes, but it wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows. it was also darkness and turmoil. through time you noticed that he was very short tempered and eventually he told you about the anger issues he endured.

once you started dating him you tried your best to calm him when he was upset and/or angry. whenever he would almost get in a fight you would get in front of him and tell him to look at you as you talked him out of it and pulled him away. you noticed that having him look you in your eyes and rubbing his chest where his heart is helped him relax. you would watch the glare that overtook his face slowly soften and his eyes almost begin to look puppy like. it warmed your heart at the way he had a soft spot for you. you soon noticed how differently he would talk to you compared to others.

with mostly everyone in his life he would have a deep tone to his voice. not even when he was angry. he would just naturally sounds more rough. but when he was with you his voice was soothing and gentle. he made sure he never raised his tone with you. not like he had the chance to when he was aggravated with how quickly you would console his emotions. there were other ways he used to relax himself before you though. he found that it worked best to relieve stress when he was balls deep inside a wet tight pussy, and because he was one of the most handsome and most rich guys in figure 8 getting that type of intimacy wasn’t much of a struggle for him.

but you on the other hand…it was hard for you to even get a first kiss. you were never good with flirting or anything remotely romantic with a guy. you wish you were as confident as the girls that would stroll up to rafe before the two of you were together and try to seduce him like their lives depended on it. touching his hair, whispering in his ear, playfully and softly kissing his neck. back then you would grow jealous even though he wasn’t yours.. but oh did you wish he was. you would think back sometimes to when you would touch yourself at night at the thought of him. wishing his long skilled fingers were replacing your own. you would fascinate about what words he would say to you and how deep and commanding they would sound on his filthy tongue. the thought melts you every time, making your panties soaked. now that you were with rafe you knew it was possible to finally be given what you’ve been dreaming of, but you were still nervous about having your first time. you were scared your moans would sound stupid to him or you’d just do something weird and turn him off. you weren’t ready for the possibility of that much embarrassment. so you pushed those thoughts aside waiting until they went quiet enough for you to forget those worries. you still let rafe know in the meantime that you were inexperienced though. you really didn’t want him having high expectations of you at all. he was understanding of it and didn’t beat you up about that. he told you to come to him when you were ready. so instead of sex the two of you would try to hang out doing other fun things.

tonight rafe wanted to do something special. he had missed spending time with you after going place to place with his dad ward recently. he took you to an expensive restaurant in figure 8 and the two of you enjoyed your time there and catched up on a few things. he filled you in on where he has been and how much an ass his dad was being. you could tell he was stressed you quickly placed your hand on his showing your support to him. while you looked into each other’s eyes you could almost tell how he immediately melted into the small touch relaxing like a switch was flicked, a switch that only you could maneuver.

once you two said all that could be said and the night got as dark as it could it was clear that that was enough signals to say it was time to go home. as you walk out the door rafe holds it open as well as when you reached his car he opened the door for you like a gentleman.

the car ride was quicker than you thought and before you knew it rafe was parked outside your house ready to watch you go inside and call it a night to remember. before you got out you turn to him looking down first before gazing into his blue orbs. “i really enjoyed tonight rafe…thank you for making it so special.”. you smile softly at him as you say so thinking back over the night the two of you had again. “you’re welcome baby. it’s my pleasure.”. he says that with a smirk as he reaches over and places his strong veiny hand over the rich skin of your plump thighs. your body immediately freezes and the smile that once graced your face was over taken by a nervous and terribly shy expression. he begins to grip your thighs harder and lets his thumb rub against your soft skin as his hands rode higher up your short dress. “r-..rafe…” as you say those words oh so softly you feel your face get embarrassingly hot. you quickly thank god that your skin is a dark shade of brown or he would know just how sensitive you really were. your leg begins to trimble under his grasp. you soon feel his hand snatched off of you like your body somehow stung him. you look over to meet his eyes and the guilt in them is evident. his mouth falls agape a few times, words trying to be forced out. “y-…y/n….i- didn’t mean to-…im so so sorry…i guess im used to doing that after dates with other girls- I-…i didn’t mean to force or p-push that onto you baby I-”. you cut him off saying it’s fine and quickly get out of the car not making eye contact with him or saying goodbye. you were caught off guard with his actions and you couldn’t help but rush away, even though you knew deep down you wanted to stay in that seat and let him do whatever dirty thing he desired with you. you weren’t mad at him because you knew his past and how many girls he’s fucked. it was second nature to him but you still needed time.

you quickly speed walked to the front door of your house, unlocking it and closing it fast behind you. “hey hon”. you turn around shocked before instantly relaxing seeing the face of your mother behind you. “hi mommy, how was your day?” you say trying your hardest not to look shaken up but you fail as her motherly instincts catch on quick. “are you okay? you seem upset?” she says with a worried face. you immediately brush it off saying “im okay mommy i promise. my day was just…a lot.”. you start to make your way to your room. “oh…okay honey…you know you can tell me anything right?”

“yes mommy.”

as you walk up the stairs you hear her voice again. “it wasn’t that boy was it?”. “mommm.” you answer as you shut your room’s door. as you sit on your bed you think about if you were stupid to leave him like that. why were you so worried? all he wanted to do is what all lovers do. you didn’t understand why you were this afraid. your fears shouldn’t control you this much. you knew that you wanted to be intimate with him…more than anything. later that night you got a text from rafe.

rafe: i didn’t mean to scare you like that. i can’t express how sorry i am. there is no excuse for what i did. i shouldn’t have touched you like that without your consent. i know you’re not ready and i respect your wish. i hope you can forgive me.

your heart melted softly while reading his message. you knew he cared for you and wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.

y/n: please don’t beat yourself up about this rafe. i know you didn’t mean any harm. i’ll come over tomorrow so we can talk properly.

you set your phone aside to do your nightly routine (brushing your teeth and flossing, skincare, showering, and placing on your bonnet.) before getting into bed thinking of what you’re going to say to rafe tomorrow. as you lay on your soft mattress you still feel the grip of rafe’s hand on your thigh. butterflies fill your stomach and you feel your pussy start to clench around nothing. you rolled your eyes turning over feeling pathetic for getting so worked up at just a sliver of his touch. before your eyes became heavy you made a decision in your mind that you were more than happy about. you soon drift off dreaming of the most handsome kook to ever grace your eyes.

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knock knock knock

you stand outside the cameron house waiting for someone to answer the door. you twiddle with your fingers looking around still nervous about what you’re going to say to rafe. you weren’t ready for the awkward tension that might take over the interaction. not too long after your anxiety taking over your mind you are met with the face of your lover. the guilt in his face was noticeable but he tried to shield it with gentle smile. he pushed forward his hands that held a beautiful bouquet of pink and yellow flowers wrapped together in a pink bow. however they were a bit bent up. “i- i can explain. i got them this morning and when i came back home i tripped on the front porch steps and-”. he covers his face with the flowers. “…im sorry.” (yes that one spider-man scene xD.). you push the flowers from his face and stand on your tippy toes as you kiss him tenderly. your cheeks heat up as you do so placing your hand over his hard chest. as you pull away from his soft lips rafe’s face jolts towards yours showing that he didn’t want it to end but you push his body back as you grab a hold of the flowers. you weren’t sure where his family was and you didn’t want one of them to cut the corner as the two of you made out in front of them. you walk past him in the doorway as you say “they’re perfect. i love them.”. rafe watches you walk away from him, eyes locked on you and not his hand locking the door. you turn around smiling at him. “thank you rafe.”. the tall man stared at you like you were a painting, created to be admired. his favorite thing was putting that precious smile on your face. he’s snapped out of his mesmerized mind by you asking a question. “so where is your family? are they home?”. rafe shakes his head returning to reality as he says “no my dad and rose are out at some event and sarah is hanging out with those low life pogues and uh…i think wheezie is at some sleepover. she’ll be there for a few days.”. you shake your head looking at him with innocent eyes pretending like dirty ideas weren’t on the other side of them. “so… how about we go talk in your room?”. “yeah of course. come on.” you follow rafe up to his room. your nerves hijacking your brain again. as you entered his domain your eyes travel all around noticing the new things he had added to it but one caught your eye the most. you kick your shoes off before walking over to his bed picking up a brown bear stuffie. it was so soft and smooth. you could tell it was new. rafe soon looks over from opening his curtains noticing the plush bear in your hands.

as the light from the windows coats the ambience of the room rafe walks towards you. “you like that? i got that for you as well.”. butterflies fill your stomach at his words. the phrase “you like that?” repeated in your head over and over. you knew it could easily be used in another context. “y-yes. thank you my love.”. as you speak you soon look up to him towarding over you. you didn’t notice how close he had gotten from staring at your stuffed present. sometimes you forgot how tall he was compared to you. the size difference between the two of you turned you on the most. the idea that he could easily pick you up and toss you around like you were his personalized toy…fuck. it made you wet just thinking about it.

“hey um…im sorry for running off last night. i was just…taken by surprise you know?”. rafe shook his face placing his hand on your heated cheek. “you have nothing to apologize for y/n…it was my fault the night was ruined. im deeply sorry…c’mere..sit down.”. his hand moves to your arm gently lowering you to the bed with him. you put the bear and flowers to the side on his bed. as the two of you sit together he holds your hands. “i know what i did was out of line and i understand if you need a break from me. i-”. you cut him off “what? no rafe. you’re the love of my life. i wouldn’t want to do anything without you by my side. i understand it was a mistake. i promise it’s okay.”. rafe licks his bottom lip before biting it holding back tears in his eyes. he thought he lost you. he truly thought his stupid action screwed him over big time. he admired your kind soul so much and your ability to forgive so effortlessly. a gift he unfortunately wasn’t blessed with. “can-….can i kiss you?” rafe says softly as his leg bounced in anticipation. “yes raf-”. rafe’s lips are quick to connect with yours. the sounds of passionate kissing fills the room growing more intense by the second. a large hand is placed on the lower side of your back rubbing in circles. you try your hardest not to whimper into his mouth at the minor contact. you begin to feel your back arch embarrassment overtaking your delicate body. you appreciate rafe not teasing you about it like he would always do.

soon you pull away from the sloppy kiss and begin to look down at your thigh pressed against his. “are you okay? d-did i do anything wrong?” he says. you quickly glance up at his distressed face. “no no rafe i just…i need to tell you something.”. the man in front of you watches your frame like a hawk giving his undivided attention not putting an end to his instinct rubbing on your lower back. you choke up as you speak. ���r-rafe…i was thinking last night about what happened and…i couldn’t deny how much i liked it…how much…i liked the feeling of your touch…i realized that…i don’t want to wait anymore. i want you…right now.”.

rafe’s face is over taken by shock not believing the words slipping from your lips. “i-…i don’t know baby…i think you just want to because i pushed it. i shouldn’t have done that and we can wait longer-”. “no!-..i-..no rafe please i actually want to. i want more than anything for you to make love to me…and feel me all over. please..don’t make me beg more than i already have…”. you now avoid his gaze a red blush creeping onto your melanated skin. a hand soon comes in contact with your flushed cheek. “baby…” he says to you almost like you didn’t even know what you were saying which wasn’t too far from the truth. he begins to rub his thumb under your eye. “are you sure? i promise we don’t have to do this.”. “yes…im sure.”. your doe eyes look up at him from under your long dark lashes, resembling the pleading stare of a puppy.

a defeated but understanding look takes over his face. “okay…but promise me you’ll tell me if you want me to stop. understand?”. you nod your head eagerly staring at his reddened lips from the previous kisses planted there. “words y/n.”. he lifts your chin up to look him in his eyes. your face gets even hotter as you answer. “yes i understand rafe.” you say in a timid voice. he nods his head “good”. he comes close to you attempting to kiss you again before you turn your head pushing him away. “wait.”. he looks at you with a soft look of confusion. “can you be gentle with me? i know you’ve done this with other girls but im not them and i need you to go slow please.”. “of course sweet girl.”. you get flustered at the use of your favorite nickname only he calls you.

the two of you stare at each other for a short moment before rafe’s lips are quickly connected with your neck; kissing, sucking, and nibbling on that sensitive area only he knows where to find. you instantly grab onto the short sleeves of his shirt arching your back and whining into his ear. you soon bite your lips attempting to silence your noises. he groans as he pulls away and pats his lap. “c’mere”. you do as you’re told and quickly straddle him. as you do so he continues his instantly kissing on your pulse point gripping your hips harder than he probably realized. as he goes on you start to feel him hump into you pulling you down onto him by your hips. the feeling makes you gasp feeling like you’re on cloud nine. you bite your lip even harder but your sounds still slip out time to time.

when rafe stops creating hickeys on your neck to see your face, he notices that you’re trying to hold back. so as he grinds into you he pulls on your bottom lip with his thumb placing it inside your mouth releasing all the noises you held back. he groans at the beauty of them. the sound of your pleasure is like angels singing heavenly songs, in his eyes. “ugh..those pretty noises drive me insane baby.”. he starts to buck his hips with more determination. your boobs slightly bouncing underneath your shirt. when he notices his hand is quick to reach for them but stops in its tracks. “is it okay if i touch you here?” he says as his hand hovers over your left breast. “y-yes.”.

the pace of his bucking slows down as all his attention is taken by the feeling of your plump tits. both hands move to your chest squeezing and pushing them together. he soon began to imagine what they looked like underneath all that clothing. as he played with your chest you look to the side fists balled up as your cheeks grew hotter. as he looks up at you he sees how responsive you are to his touch. “you sure this is okay sweetheart?” he says as his thumbs rub over your clothed hard nipples. your breath hitches as you nod your head eyebrows knitted together. “words my love.”. “s- sorry. y- yeah.”.

“is it okay if i take your top and bra off?” “mhm”. he didn’t want to push you on anything so he made sure you were comfortable with every step, but you still get nervous again. he was finally going to see you naked.

he begins to pull your shirt up revealing your black bralette. he immediately starts to kiss the tops of your breasts as he throws you shirt. aside. he then reaches behind you and unclasps the cloth that’s holding back your warm mounds. as his eyes meet what was once covered his breath gets caught in his through. he becomes hypnotized at the sight.

“jesus christ…you’re so pretty.”. he could tell you were shy and he was trying his best to let you know he liked what he saw. which was very much true. it wasn’t hard to express how your exposed body was making him feel. he looked you in your soft eyes as he lowered his head and began to latch onto your hershey kiss nipples ripping whimpers and whines from your throat. his hand wrapped around your short torso holding you still. he then started to pinch the nipple that he wasn’t sucking making sure both got their share of attention. he went back and forth between the two before he asked “can you stand up and take your shorts off for me baby?”. you complied standing up and slowly unbuttoning your bottoms and stepping out of them. you watch as rafe eyes you like he’s a predator and you’re his fortunate prey. you then climb back onto his lap.

“these panties are cute.” he says as he lets a finger go into the waist band pulling back a little and letting it go to create a small popping sound against your skin. “makes me think that you wore your prettiest set just for me.”. as his sentence finishes he looks up at you with his head slightly tilted. you quickly stop making eye contact with him. as your face turns he turns with it his gaze glued to you. he really did know just how to tease you to make your insides flutter. he grins at your shy appearance. “c’mon baby I’m just teasin...i find it adorable. you picking out a bra and panties thinking of if they will make my dick hard. you’re more naughty than i thought.”.

rafe lifts you up and gently places you on the bed and soon spreads your legs looking down at the patch of wetness where your entrance would be. “are you already wet for me?”. he looks at you intensively slowly running his hand down your stomach giving you ample time to stop him. shortly you feel the pads of his finger tips slip into your lace panties going lower and lower until you felt him touching your wet pussy. you let out an almost quiet squeal as you feel him rubbing his middle and ring finger up and down the slit of your heat. “mm…r- rafey..”. “jesus you’re soaked. we’ve barely even did anything yet.” he smirks.

this is the first time you’ve been touched like this. it felt surreal. you couldn’t believe the guy you used to touch yourself to was now doing it to you by himself. you looked into his eyes mouth agape as he did so. “mm i want to taste that sweet pussy. can i?” he says as he starts gently tugging on the waist band of your panties. “uh huh.” you say as you nod your head giving him the cutest fuck me eyes. as he pulls down your underwear he kisses down your stomach leaving tingles in every area his lips connected with.

as he pulls the cloth off your legs he pushes it to his nose inhaling the scent of your anatomy. he then throws your panties aside and begins to kiss up and down your thighs teasing you knowing you want his mouth somewhere else. his insistently pecks against your skin makes you grow wetter. your hips start to involuntarily buck up. “oh you needy girl.” he says teasingly before planting a soft short kiss over your clit. “mmm” you whine as your fists ball up his blue and white coastal sheets. his thumb starts to rub over your entrance and soon his lips are sucking on your clit maximizing the pleasure. you gasp at the contact legs going up and arms extending so your hands can get tangled in his brunette hair. as he eats you out he wraps his hands around your thighs not allowing you to break away from his tongue. you squeal and moan as he licks and sucks on your pussy filling your body with ecstasy. “ohhhh rafe…mmmMm.”. his dick twitched in his pants at the sound of his name being moaned. he grunts into your heat creating a vibrating feeling that almost sends you over the edge. your thighs clutch squeezing his face between them. your hole leaks with juices as he continues inching you closer and closer to an awaited orgasm. “oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” you say legs trembling. the curses felt foreign on your tongue. you rarely ever cursed but they came out of you like second nature. rafe was slightly surprised too when he heard but he was glad he was able to make you feel that good.

rafe comes up from between your legs making you whine at the loss of his mouth. “i'm going to put a finger in now. okay baby?”. “o-…okay.”. “if i don’t then i’ll hurt you later and we don’t want that.”. you nod you head as he lowers his head back down picking up where he left off. he then slowly slides his middle finger into your wet cunt earning whimpers from your lips. you start to get louder than you prefer and you become anxious. your teeth bite down on your bottom lip as you cover your flushed face. he continues to attack your clit as his finger curls inside of you. “oh..GOD rafe.”. you start to toss and turn in his bed trying your hardest to crawl away from him but his grip pins you down refusing to release you. you squeal as he adds another finger, now fucking your cunt with his middle and index finger. your back lifts off the bed, body levitating. it’s like rafe was putting a spell on you that made your whole being worship the movements he made. he soon looks up after feeling like your moans sounded muffled. he sees you biting down on your lip and covering that pretty face. he quickly reaches his free hand up and pushes your hands away. rafe then suddenly pulls on your jaw forcing your mouth open releasing your moans and whines. he speaks muffled words into your wetness. “i want to hear you.”. your sounds take over the room as your legs shake and tremble. he grins at how much of an impact he has on you. he quite literally has you wrapped around his finger.

you begin to squirt on his face as you cry at the pleasure. he groans “good girl.” as he lifts his face and replaces his mouth with his hand going back and forth over your whole pussy spraying your juices everywhere. “there we go baby. there we go.”. he knew he would have to replace his sheets later but he didn’t worry about that. he was honored to have a piece of you melted into where he sleeps. not long after, his lips are back on your clit and fingers back up your wet heat. he allows his fingers to speed up inside you. “oh rafe..OH rafe…”. your insides flutter as you feel yourself become soo close but rafe abruptly stops earning a needy whine from you. he brings the fingers that were once inside of you to his mouth sucking all the juices off. “i know..i know sweetheart but i want to be inside of you when you cum…also…i don’t know how longer i can go without finishing in my pants.”. “aren’t i supposed to do it back to you?…you know…suck your di-”. “no. you don’t need to do that today. we can try that another time.”. as much as he wanted your plump lips wrapped around his hard cock his body couldn’t wait any longer to bury itself inside your wetness. he speedily snatches off his shirt and begins unbuttoning his jeans. you soon become panicky. you have never had a man inside of you and you heard stories of it hurting. as he slips out his bottoms he looks up to see your worried gaze. he slows down his movements getting close to you stroking your dark curls. “what’s wrong my love?”. you then look down at his erection in his grey boxers. you could tell he was big. your voice shudders as you speak. “is it going to hurt?”. rafe looks away from you thinking of how to explain this. “i think only a little bit at first but it should feel good quickly after. i got you as wet and stretched as i could.”. “…okay”.

he could tell that you were still anxious. “relax. remember that your body was made for this. you can do it. i know it.”. as he pulls his briefs down he continues “if it becomes too much just tell me and i’ll stop.”. his shaft springs free reddened tip leaking with pre cum. he begins to stroke himself gazing at your exposed rich skin. your eyes widen at the sight. he stares at your expression as he spreads your legs and rub the tip over your leaky entrance. with a frantic voice you say his name gripping his neck as he lowered himself. “shhh..you’re okay baby. i’m right here.”. he then slowly pushes his tip inside of you. you gasp at the feelings mouth wide open. he starts his strokes there only letting a couple inches enter you before pulling out. it took everything in rafe to not pound into your cunt rapidly. you were so tight. tighter than he’s ever had. “ohhh fuck.” he moaned into your ear. as you got comfortable he went deeper and deeper and deeper. the stories were right. it hurt at first. it felt like he was ripping you open but not too long after the stretch became satisfying. his dick would brush against a spot that would make you see stars. after time rafe was able to fuck you at a normal pace moans and whimpers coming from the both of you. your wetness coated his dick just right. this was the best pussy he’s ever had. “ugh you feel so good sweet girl . you’re taking me so well. i knew you could do it.”. he begins to grip your thigh with his strong hand, and the other placed above your head stroking your hair with his thumb. his pace speeds up slightly.

as he fucks you senseless you look over at the teddy bear and flowers he got you earlier. he gave such innocent presents but now doing the most dirtiest things. in ways it turned you on more, knowing his sweet side could easily go dark. his hand slides up your thigh pinning it up so he can go even deeper, his shaft beginning to hit your cervix. the sound of skin slapping against each other echos the room. “ohhhh FUCK rafeee.”. “ohh fuck y/n. fuck yeah.”.

you start to feel rafe’s lips connect with your neck, kissing it as he pounds you. your legs begin to wrap around him forcing him back inside of you quicker. your eyes go up in your head. all you can think about is his thick cock going in and out of your tight pussy. you start to hear rafe grow louder, his deep voice groaning in your ear, yelling curses.

rafe then reaches his hand down between the two of you rubbing your clit with his thumb as he continues his sloppy strokes. “rafeyyy” you whine coming closer and closer to your release. “ohhh fuck i’m close sweetheart.” rafe moans. “are you about to cum?”. you can barely answer him only letting out a strangled whimper in response. he takes that as a yes and his thrusts become even faster. the two of you practically yell at each other as orgasms take over your bodies.

as he pulls out, his load flows out of you. rafe looks down eye lids heavy watching was he has done. “fuck. sorry. i’ll buy you some birth control okay?”. you nod looking at him in a daze. “come here pretty girl.”. he climbs fully on the bed and lays his head on his pillows. you crawl into his arms hyperventilating, still trying to catch your breath. he strokes your hair and kiss your forehead. “you okay?”. “mhm” you softly respond. you’re shaking. did i hurt you?”. his gaze turns to you worried. “no no…it felt…amazing.”. he nods his head smiling going back to stroking your hair. “it was amazing for me too. i’m glad i could make you feel good.”.

“rafe…my body has never felt like this before. it’s like..i’m tingling all over.”. rafe softly chuckles at your words. “it’s okay…”

…just relax.

[cyb-by-lang]

Cascade (part 10)

Wherein the fight with the serial killer continues.

bit of a delay there, whoops.

Stain dodged the attack, rolling under the worst of the fire and avoiding the radiant heat. 

Before he could attack again, Midoriya was on him. He pivoted around the Hero Killer in a move stolen straight from Bakugō to keep himself in the man’s blind spot, slamming a fist down into the back of man’s knee. There was no audible snap, but it forced Stain to fold down to the ground unless he wanted to see ligaments tear. 

And then Midoriya ducked backward, almost three meters away in a blink and out of range of Stain’s sword. 

Stain pursued. 

“Iida, get her,” Todoroki hissed, snapping Tenya back to his senses. 

And if Tenya’s engines hadn’t strained to breaking during those first vital moments, he could have dragged Gekkō and Native to the street in an instant. Instead, he lurched toward Gekkō and dragged her across the asphalt with apologies spilling out of him like blood. 

“It’s fine, Iida-kun,” Gekkō managed, still as limp as a discarded doll. Based on how long it took Tenya to get control of his body again, she’d be unable to assist them until the fight definitively ended one way or another. 

But Tenya was able to move now, which had to count for something. 

Then the thought struck like lightning. 

“Todoroki-kun, Midoriya-kun, his Quirk activated on Native before I was affected,” Tenya called to his classmates. “Stain’s Quirk has a time limit!” 

“By that logic, there’s some factor we aren’t seeing now,” Todoroki said, over the sound of ice and fire blasting through the battle in turn. Every time Midoriya darted for the roofs to avoid his opponent, Todoroki tried to cut off Stain’s advance with either obstacle type. “Midoriya, did you hear that?”

“If it’s not just time,” Midoriya said as he dangled from a fire escape, “then it might have something to do with amount of blood?” 

“I-I don’t know,” was what Native had to offer. Given the bloodstain on the front of his costume, he likely hadn’t realized there was trouble until Stain had already sliced him open. 

“Iida-kun,” Gekkō interrupted with a hiss, “get me on my s-side. Now.” 

Tenya’s immediate response was a denial. First-aid lessons from years ago made their way into his head and screamed. “Gekkō-kun, if you’re injured—”

“I am,” Gekkō said, enunciating with more care than Tenya ever heard from her, “going to throw up—” 

Tenya hurriedly twisted Gekkō’s shoulder so she was halfway onto her side, with her legs remaining utter dead weights. That left Gekkō’s body heaving, but she just kept breathing while the fight went on. She shuddered her way through what might have been an actual panic attack, though Tenya lacked an expert’s eye. 

And even if he did, he couldn’t make the judgment before there was a sudden cry of shock from the other end of the alleyway. When Tenya looked up, Midoriya was on the ground in an awkward, half-toppled crouch. As though his body failed him halfway through his next step. 

Stain, meanwhile, was in the middle of pulling his lizard-length tongue back into his mouth.

“I think,” Midoriya said in a shaking voice loud enough to carry, “it’s not about the amount of blood! It has to be some other factor. Quick: What are your blood types?” 

“Clever kid,” Stain said, his voice carrying in the sudden silence. 

“I’m type B,” Tenya heard Native say behind him. 

“Type A,” Tenya heard himself say.

Then Midoriya must have gotten barely a nick and taken note. Tenya’s friend was a blessing in many ways, but in this particular case he was also going to be Tenya’s first heart attack. He couldn’t leap to his friend’s defense with Gekkō still helpless at his feet. 

“Put my hands together,” Gekkō croaked. Her eyes were shut when Tenya looked down, brow scrunched and something faintly trailing from the corners. Tears wouldn’t be visible in the dark. And when Tenya hesitated, she snapped, “I don’t need to move to use my Quirk!”

[pacifierbby]

~ RED

Summary ~ Mason never thought that you would go with a man like him. He thought you would go with someone who would do everything under your step. He just wishes that was him.

A/N ~ hello lovely's another story that came to my mind it's like catfish and the bottlemen one for mase ❤️ sadly I've been through a toxic relationship twice and honestly the better way to help is put it through to the characters.

Warnings ~ toxic relationships

Word count ~ ?

Pairing ~ mason mount x reader

location? ~ manchester

Taglist | masterlist

~ Does he meet you with heart-shaped balloons Offer you everything and never pull through Does he love what you've done with the place?

Mason never thought you would date a guy like him he thought you would be more for the men who fall at your feet the minute you step in. The men who buy you flowers whenever you are feeling down. The men who buy you red heart-shaped balloons for any specific day, however, Mason had to watch this one man tear your heart apart repeatedly, making stupid excuses for not making dates or hanging around with your close friends .

constantly seeing you in tears on his doorstep, cleaning up the mess he made. constantly giving you all the hugs that you truly need. he sometimes wished that he was the man for you but he didn't have any guts to tell you before the dickhead came along and all he can see is red when your near him. seeing you happy when you are with him makes mason feel in a type of way maybe jealous? Or the fact that his best friend is being treated the way know one should be treated.

but sometimes, the countless conversations that you and Mason have had you never seem to listen to is it because you're scared of what he can do? because Mason has seen the constant toxic texts between you guys. and he does wish he can just be honest and say leave him but he knows that cant exactly happen because like you he's been through it so only what he can do is sit and help you when you most needed it.

Mason was settled in his bed, the darkness surrounding him. The only light is the moon shining through the blinds ever so slightly. His breathing only noise he can hear. His sleeping was just a no-go. Worried about his best friend yet again she was out with a few friends and her boyfriend but with what happened in the past when you went out with him before. and you came running to his house. he knows that it will most likely happen again. tossing and turning from each side of the bed, checking his phone every 2 minutes to see if you messaged him, but with no messages from you, he's starting to get worried wondering if he should phone you but maybe that was a little stupid mason thought she knows if you was in any trouble to just call him and he will be at your feet quicker than he can be. usually you guys will text back and forth when your on a night out with your friends because he knows how much big places and people fucks with your anxiety but maybe your actually enjoying yourself for once in your life even though you are with him.

sighing grabbing his phone from the night stand from across from him checking his notifications with no texts or phone calls from you he diverted his attention to his Instagram pulling up your account seeing nothing posted yes he does feel like a stalker but honestly he cares so much about you and where you are on this earth because hell do anything if you ever get hurt. putting his phone back on the night stand lying on his back looking up to his ceiling.

You was sitting on your table at the back of the night club alone once again sometimes you wonder why you actually come out with your friends because it always ends up with you sitting alone with all their stuff while they go on the dance floor and put their hands on any man that will want them but this time round your boyfriend came and it has been awhile since you both went out with each other but you know deep down he didn't go out for you or even to meet your friends its because his friends was here too and your probably wondering where he was well hes on his friends table not even bothering to come over or even bothering to offer you a drink. Sometimes you do wonder why you still with him but its when he actually acts like a boyfriend but you know deep down its all wrong and hes just holding onto you for no reason at all. just like you are with him but your just holding onto hope that this man will change out of his 15 year old body.

looking down at your phone wondering if you just should ring Mason and ask for a lift and get out of this forsaken club but maybe the poor man is sleeping you have been waking him up recently with either calls or knocking on his door in tears because of this stupid man but you know deep down you do this to yourself. looking back at your boyfriend's table, seeing him not there anymore looking around the club seeing your friends attached to different men. then there he was his arms wrapped around another girl's body jumping up from the table and running towards him "What the fuck" you shouted over the loud music grabbing the girl and shoving her to the side "What?" he said generally confused "are you serious right now im your girlfriend and you do this here in front of my friends are you serious" pushing your hands into his chest making him stumble over a little. the girl walks away back to her friend's table terrified of what she's walked into. " Well, I don't like you anymore. You're annoying. you're always needy. In fact, why don't you go to that man what he called? Mason, you seemed more cosey with him" making you a little shocked at what came out of his mouth got more annoyed at the fact that he brought Mason up "You know what you're a prick anyway I don't know why I stayed with you your just a toxic dickhead whenever I tried to invite you to my friends you always seemed to have 50 reasons on why you don't wanna go and that causes more arguments than none oh and their it is again bringing mason up again. and trying to stop me from hanging around with him because he is a male friend what a low blow I can have friends that are male you know" you bite back you knew you shouldn't bring up an old subject and sink to his level but sometimes unspoken words needed to come out looking back at the so-called man wanting to punch him in the face but you knew that would cause more of a scene than it is right now thankfully the music was a lot higher so everyone in the club couldn't hear your screaming match. 

walking back to your table, grabbing your handbag, not caring about your friends' stuff for once. not bothering to tell your friends what happened or where you we're going walking out of the club and into the dark nights your coat hanging from your shoulders. your bare legs feeling the cold that the night breaths, your ears still ringing from the music within the club but one thing you knew your shoulders that has been weighed down for a while well since you've been dating Ben has felt a lot of weight has been pulled off from them

sighing a little grabbing your phone out of your bag unlocking it seeing the last message mason sent you before you went into the club usually you guys do text back and forth but because you was with Ben you really didn't want any arguments specially near your friends but in the end shit happens and you was thankful that your friends was far away as possible quickly sending Mason a text you awake? not wanting to ring him straight away. Mason responded really quickly, not wanting to text him again, pulling up his contacts, and after the first ring, he picked up. " You okay?" he expressed not giving you a chance to even say your hellos "um something happened is their anyway you can pick me up i know your at training tomorrow but i don't even want to be here anymore" mason quickly shut your rambling up " i'm on my way please stand near any security guards what club you at" mason knew not to ask why you wanted to be picked up he knew you would just tell him when you are ready and to be honest that's why you loved him. looking up at the club sign, " odd fellows," you quickly replied, hearing masons, car keys jingling down the phone, and doors shutting "alright my love, I'll be their find a safe place" mason replied.

deep down you never thought about mason in that way not even when you first met him at your friends house who dated his best friend Ben he was a proper sweetheart then but the more you guys hanged around with each other there was something there between you guys but you honestly didn't know what it could be but quite frankly you was dumb when people gave you signs hence why you ended up meeting Ben. but when you come to think about it how many times mason stopped everything he planned to come get you, how many times he stayed with you when you was upset or needed a hug Mason was always there for you never once saying a bad thing about you. but with constant bad relationships, you just honestly thought that was normal, but when Mason came into your life, you knew it wasn't. and maybe deep down, you did like the man you just really didn't know how to feel or even how to tell Mason. you just wished that people would meet you with heart-shaped balloons. Offer you everything. but you know, and i know that. that happens in stupid love stories books and Disney films. This is real life.

seeings masons urban range rover car slowly pull up.walking towards it opening his passenger door " hello love" his soft voice making you feel instantly at ease again his bed hair a little bit messy " hello" you softly replied hopping into his passenger seat smiling at him a little. Mason made sure that you had your seat belt on before pulling away and driving to his house. Why didn't i look at all the signs before? he was a very attractive man from his blonde streaks in his mousy brown hair to his prickle beard yes you did find that attractive in men looking at mason at the corner of your eye the way he drives you find that attractive but why didn't you even try with mason when you started talking? why didn't your idiot mind show you the signs now instead of two years ago? but sometimes things are for reasons. "You okay?" mason brought you of your deep conversations inside your mind looking at him then the dark roads the street lights lighting it up " yeah, yeah i am" you smiled looking at him once again seeing him smiling did something to your heart.

Pulling into masons drive way. getting out of his car, it has been a while since you been to his house the drive way been updated, and a little much bigger gates kept the house more private away from people looking into his windows and garden. a coded entry near the gate that his family and him only having it a built in letter box underneath the coded box so post can still come to him " come on my love" mason softly spoken grabbing your hand pulling you away from his car when he noticed that you wasn't following behind him leading you into his front door that he already opened when you wasn't concentrating. his warmth instantly radiating off onto you, making you feel instantly warm inside . Mason leading you into his lounge the floor lamp still slowly lit making it a cozy atmosphere "do you want anything to drink" mason asked softly letting go of your hand "um a cup of tea please" you answered slightly upset that he let go of your hand slowly sitting down on the sofa behind you watching mason walk to his kitchen. grabbing the TV remote, turning his TV on.

Mason loved it when you instantly made yourself home. something deep down wishes it was an forever thing but he doesn't want to jeopardize on what you both have looking at you through the open plan connecting his kitchen to the lounge watching you settled on his couch watching the program that you both watch on your Netflix and to be fair hes getting addictive too even though he said that he wasn't really into murder documentaries. Mason knew when you wasn't your self though the smile from your face instantly vanished always constantly messing with the bottom of your jumper and you only do it when your nervous and that will be out of the equation or when your feeling a bit down.

stepping out from the kitchen and into the living room, walking towards where you are sitting on his couch "whats wrong? You haven't been yourself since we came here. You've been more in a daze ?" he asked quietly not wanting to scare you since he knows you was too far into your own mind placing the two cups on the coffee table sitting next to you "we've broken up" you said your tone matching his from before looking at each other "what happened because i know deep down you liked the guy through all his toxicity?" he asked not sure why you actually broken up i mean he is pleased that he heard them words from you because he wasn't sure himself that this day would ever come "he had a girl wrapped around him and i guess that's what made me snap and i said some things that needed to be said tonight which i am proud of myself i never thought that i would even do it but i guess something overpowered me i just wish i did it ages ago" you replied honestly looking at mason then back down at your feet.

deep down, you were happy. Yes, you were upset that it happened the way it did, but something in you was telling you Ben wasn't the one for you it was the man next to you.

while mason was ecstatic that you've broken up with the dickhead he just wished he could change everything go back to when he met you 2 years ago.

Mason was at his friends girlfriends house all just sitting and watching the TV when he heard the front door go looking up from his phone and looking towards the front door seeing you stand their a smile smile upon your face your hair tide up in a pony tail. your brown eyes reflecting the lights in the living room and he instantly fell for you he just wished he told you then showing you what a true meaning of an relationship showing you stuff that no other man did giving you heart shaped balloons when he comes to meet you giving you everything. coming to all your events, but like nearly every man the minuet you gotten into a relationship, he put away everything he actually thought about you and just made sure you were okay in this relationship.

Your soft voice brought him out of his flash back, looking at you, wondering what you asked him. "You okay?" you asked again "yeah yeah I am just thinking about the time when we first met at your friends house" smiling at you softly bringing you into his chest kissing the back of your hair the smell of coconut instantly filling his nose from your shampoo grabbing your hand rubbing the back of your thumb making you feel safe.

"Mason, can I ask you something?" looking up at Mason and then back at your joint hands. "What my love?" "If you dated the wrong person for a while and you didn't know that the person who was your true everything was under your nose all along, what would you do?" Making masons heart jump can he cope with you falling out of his arms once again? Quite frankly he can't " I don't know my love I guess tell them?" Replying back to your question scared of what the outcome of this would be "well mason It's you I liked you and I feel stupid for even figuring it out yes I've just broken up a relationship but he was a dickhead he didn't give me what I wanted and only what he wanted he wasn't my forever but you you are" masons heart jumped grabbing your face softly "what did you say" not quietly believing on what he heard smile covering his face " I like you" you replied back again mimicking the smile mason has.

"I've been waiting for you to say that for awhile because I felt the same the minute you walked through that door you had my heart my love" kissing your cheek then placing kisses against your finger's instantly making you giddy inside the affection that you finally needed you had you was happy that you finally said what came to your mind. "What happens now" you asked looking at mason " well" mason paused "be abit stupid asking now since we both consfesed" making you giggle a little "but let's start this relationship In better way from here and forever" making you nod. "Here and forever". Mason pulling you in your lips connecting to each other your hearts making the exact pattern.

Your heads leaned into one side, both of your eyes shut. Only what you could feel was the softness of masons' lips. Pulling your hand away from masons hand putting it on his cheek strocking it a little both of you pulling away the love between each others eyes showing. You never thought that love would feel this way you never thought mason would be the one for you but stuff happens for a reason.

[dreamwritersworld]

Tell me. Part 2(Sully brother x reader)

It was quite strange to Y/n. She was still her and yet Neteyam looked different to her. How could he change so much? They were great friends and would’ve been even greater lovers. Yet now as she stood she saw a stranger.

It was early in the afternoon when they had begun hunting. The first task they were given was to clear the area. In which Y/n had no trouble doing but the awkward silence bothered her. Neteyam never bothered to properly pull her aside and apologize. So in return she never threw herself at him to give him a chance. Yet they were forced to work together.

“Tsk! Tsk! Y/n!”

Y/n quickly turned to the unfamiliar voice.

“Oh..Tsu’ti. Hello! How are you?”

“Good! Very good! If you don’t mind, I was if you can be my partner instead of Ou’itan!”

“Is he ok with th-“

“Yes! And im sure Neteyam would be ok with this exchange right Neteyam-“

“We’re here to search and hunt Tsu’ti, not make friends-“ (Neteyam)

“Right! Well I just thought a change of scenery would be good for us soldiers-“

“Get back to work. That’s an ord-“

“Neteyam! Please settle down. No need to throw orders yet as though you are king.” (Y/n)

“Y/n that’s not my intention. I just meant we should be hunting right now-“

“Correct. We should be and I’d be glad to take your offer Tsu’ti!”

“Really?!”

“Yes of course! I’m sure Neteyam would do just fine without me. In fact, I think Ou’itan would make a brilliant partner for him.”

“Wait Y/n. Don’t leave-“

“No worries, Neteyam. You’ll make do without me.”

Neteyam watched as Y/n walked right past him. A knife ripped through his heart the further she went. This was the first time she had accepted any type of courtship from someone besides him or Lo’ak. Sure this was a small gesture but Neteyam understood the intentions of Tsu’ti.

Lo’ak was the only other boy he had allowed to feel this type of betrayal from. His brother was everything to him. He’d guard his feelings for him. Plus, Neteyam foolishly believed Lo’ak knew almost everything about the girl he spent time with every day.

Once hunting was over. Neteyam walked out of the woods to find Y/n riveting over the amount of food they had retrieved. She had practically praised Tsu’ti for being a great hunter beside her and all the young boy and girl could do was laugh at their greatest moments.

The clan were more than full for dinner that night and Jake had noticed the grand meal and approached Y/n about it.

“You guys work fantastic together! I’ve got to say Y/n you and Neteyam have always worked well together but it’s been weeks since you’ve outdone yourself this time!”

“Me and Neteyam? Oh..so sorry sir but this wasn’t me and Neteyam’s doing.”

“Oh..then whose was it?”

“Me and Tsu’ti! He’s great!”

“Wow! You guys definitely focused on being the best hunters then!”

Y/n laughed at Jake’s shock and bid her goodbyes before settling down besides the sully siblings.

There Neteyam’s head hung low and disappointed. He hadn’t expected Y/n to praise Tsu’ti the way she used to with Neteyam.

“Neteyam what’s wrong? Eat.” (Kiri)

“Nothing sister. I’m just tired.”

“What extra training did you guys do?” (Kiri)

“Nothing extra at all today. It was pretty light!” (Y/n)

“Ahh well I’d expect the queen of hunting to be exhausted! Yet here you stand while Neteyam’s falters!” (Lo’ak)

Y/n laughed at his jokes content in the fact that she had done a good job with Tsu’ti.

“Yes well me and Tsu’ti worked great together-“

“Tsu’ti? Wait w-why Tsu’ti?” (Lo’ak)

“He offered! He asked to exchange partners and i agreed!”

“Oh..” (Lo’ak)

The young brother grew silent looking over at his brother frustrated that he hadn’t disagreed to the other young man’s ambitions. It was clear what Tsu’ti tried to do yet Y/n was blind.

“Yea well it can’t happen again.”

The young girls looked at Neteyam shocked.

“Excuse me?” (Y/n)

“Well I just mean that you are my partner and it was assigned like that so it should stay like that.”

Neteyam’s actions threw Kiri over a cliff. She couldn’t understand why Neteyam continued to make himself seem like an idiot. He clearly was trying to guard their young brothers emotions. Had the brothers made a promise ? Had Lo’ak asked Neteyam to help him with Y/n? What a pair of idiots.

“Partners? Yet you haven’t spoken to me in weeks.”

Y/n picked at her food. Clearly uncomfortable with Neteyam’s attitude.

“We do speak. We’re speaking right now Y/n.”

“You’re unbelievable-“

“I am? You’ve ignored me for weeks as well Y/n.”

“Ignored? How about you acknowledge your action first..Now if you excuse me, im not hungry.”

Y/n got up quickly walking amongst the clan in a rush. Again, Neteyam decided to make what feel like a mockery out of Y/n and he had zero shame doing so.

“You better follow her Neteyam. That wasn’t right.” (Kiri)

“You’ve upset her brother. Apologize just say you want to be friends again.”

Kiri noticed how Lo’ak emphasized the friends part as if it was important whether Neteyam wanted more than friends..

“Fine.”

Neteyam rushed to follow Y/n, walking away from his siblings and clan.

“Y/n! Y/n! Please listen to me-“

“Why should I-“

Neteyam grabbed Y/n arm and spun her around to make sure she saw every word he meant.

“I was hurt and I was wrong. And im sorry.”

“I don’t forgive you. You are not forgiven-“

“Y/n please-“

“Don’t. You can’t do this to me. You can’t say those things and act that way with me as if Im nothing.”

“I’m sorry and I need you to understand-“

“You keep saying that like it means something.”

“I’m sorry-“

“I don’t believe you. I don’t believe you anymore.”

Y/n made sure to say each word slowly, ensuring that Neteyam understood her pain.

“I-I don’t know what to do anymore Y/n.”

“Stop denying me.”

“What?”

“Stop avoiding me. It’s not fair to me. You want me to remain your partner yet we don’t speak-“

“Well Y/n it’s work. We don’t speak because we’re hunting-“

“Neteyam stop. Stop saying that as an excuse. We’ve always spoken. You’ve always spoken to me inside and out of training.”

“We just- I just haven’t had time.”

“Spending too much time with Ma’eve perhaps?”

“Yes. But that’s not why.”

“Yes it is. Because slowly but surely you got rid of me. And now that another boy asks to share his time you suddenly need me?”

Y/n stared at him in disbelief. It was clear he was just being stupid. He was hiding something.

“That’s not true because I’ve shared time with Lo’ak!”

“…what?”

“I mean you’ve spent time with all my other siblings so technically this isn’t the case of me being upset when it comes to you sharing time with others!”

Now this was where Y/n was sure Neteyam had lost it.

“I-ok neteyam. I’m done arguing. I’m tired of arguing. Just please stop avoiding me. Whatever you’re hiding just stop.”

“I’m not hiding anything.”

Y/n could see right through him. she knew something was up and she hadn’t known of it.

“Whatever you say. Just stop all of it please.”

“Ok..”

Neteyam watched Y/n closely as she created distance between the two having notice they got incredibly close.

“So what have you been up to..”

That was a start of a very long night. There the two warriors taking a seat closely to each other. It had made Neteyam forget all about his promise with Lo’ak. He had promised to help him with Y/n and to keep distance so that he’d have more of a chance to catch her. Yet being friends still wouldn’t hurt…right? 

Indeed it did. At least on Neteyam’s part. Neteyam couldn’t understand his emotions. He’s always loved, cared and catered to Y/n. There was no one else he had in mind…well all but one..Ma’eve.

*neteyam’s memory*

“The forest tonight is truly beautiful isn’t it?”

“Yes it is Ma’eve it always is.”

Neteyam began laughing at the scenery, recalling old memories as a child.

“Whats so funny Neteyam?”

“It’s just…Y/n, my siblings and I used to run around here as children and I remember once she stupidly slipped on mud-“

“Who?”

“Y/n! The strongest child and yet she faltered! She couldn’t believe she had fallen she stayed in the mud for a full minute just shocked! Then she threw the mud at Lo’ak and spider for making fun of the situation-“

“Sounds pretty bratty to me. I mean isn’t she yk?”

“What? Isn’t she what?”

“Bratty. She thinks because she’s the strongest and quickest female that she can control and question whoever.”

For a moment, Neteyam stared at Ma’eve shocked. How could something so innocent turn into something filthy? It bothered him how easily it was for her to tear Y/n into two.

“No that’s not true. She takes pride in herself and the clan. If she questions it’s because she’s concerned not because she’s degrading someone but because she’s trying to help-“

“Help? Well she’s one pester too much.”

“Ma’eve where is this coming from? Y/n doesn’t bother or care to make you upset.”

“Well she does when she constantly tries to make plans when we have things to attend to”

“We’ve just grown up together and spent every day together so something like that is normal-“

“Normal? Tsk she’s so blind that she doesn’t even see Lo’ak likes her. She doesn’t ask about him as much as she offers to hang out with you.”

“Well we’ve always been closer I guess..”

“Yea? And what do you think Lo’ak will think of that? You think he’d like that his crush is out and about with his brother?”

“I- I don’t know. I don’t think much of it.”

“That’s the issue. When you’re with her you don’t think. I mean she doesn’t even have parents. If she was like anyone else she’d be considered an outsider. A weakling. She has no real guardian or person to guide her-“

“Eywa is there to guide her Ma’eve. Y/n’s always had us.”

Ma’eve brushed the topic right off her and continued to talk about the forest and the livelihood of the clan. Yet Neteyam couldn’t stand her or hear her. It bothered him to his core that Ma’eve disregarded Y/n. She was everything to…him.

That idea terrified him. It meant all the emotions he’s been pushing away were real. And that what Lo’ak had asked of him was true. When Lo’ak asked for Neteyam to step back from Y/n he couldn’t believe it….

“So as you know Y/n and I are friends…”

“Yes as we all are. We grew up with her you idiot!”

Neteyam laughed at his younger brothers awkward statement, not figuring anything of it.

“Yea well as our friendship grew..well as of recently I began to look at her differently.”

Neteyam froze from sharpening his fathers weapons. He prayed to Eywa that whatever Lo’ak said next wouldn’t be that-

“I like her! I really like her and she’s perfect!”

“oh.”

“Oh what? I mean isn’t this good! I finally found someone in the clan who I can relate to and confide-“

“Relate and confide? So you guys have been getting closer? When? I haven’t noticed..”

“For these past two nights she’s been coming with me and Spider at night! We take flights and talk about anything and everything at night!”

“Brother you can’t do that-“

“It’s a secret and we don’t go far trust me. As much as we love exploring, Y/n won’t allow it she mentions how you wouldn’t like it…then that got me thinking. Since you guys are such close friends right?”

“Yes..”

“I was just going to ask if you can you know back off a little-“

“What? That’s-“

“Wait! Let me finish! I was just asking that because I really would like to be closer than just us hanging out in groups. I mean no offense but she always is with you so I just realized we haven’t hung out exclusively.”

“That’s absurd brother. You can’t just ask that of me.“

“Why not I thought you were just friends? Please brother do this for me.”

Neteyam looked at his younger brothers contemplating weather or not to agree. Can’t Y/n just be the one thing he got to himself? But then again this was for his little brother...

“I just don’t like that condition..this is the one time I’m asking you not to ask me of anything-“

“No! No please Neteyam you have to understand! Y/n wouldn’t mind at all. Just do this for me!”

“ok…”

Neteyam’s body language was so obvious. He was clearly disappointed in himself. He couldn’t deny his brother even if it was everything to him. Neteyam felt like there was a fist wrapped around his heart when he was with Y/n. Strangely for him it didn’t feel like hurt it just felt like he needed her and to be separated means she’d feel ripped away

*

As days went on he did let go of Ma’eve slowly. He realized that for him it was easy. As horrible as it sounds it was because she wasn’t Y/n. Of course unfortunately he was too scared and couldn’t voice this.

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Hi can you recommend any period drama Inukag fics? I read Rudd’s Sense & Sensibility retelling and I love it! I’m looking for fics with a similar vibe to the Regency/Edwardian era or other period drama types 💕

We heard your calls for period dramas and are here to answer! There aren't too many InuKag fics that are set in this specific time period, but we listed the ones we were able to find below. For more reading material, we included a few options at the end that take place in a historical setting, but are not specifically Regency.

For more historical, royalty, and fantasy fics, check out our recently posted Royalty AUs list, which includes links to our other fic rec lists in this genre.

Enjoy!

[Set in Regency/Victorian/Edwardian Era]

Sense and Sensibility, an Inuyasha Retelling by @ruddcatha & @kalcia (T)

When their father dies, the Higurashi sisters Sango and Kagome suddenly find their fortunes changed overnight. The sisters begin to find their own paths, as one learns to step away from the practical to learn to dream with the help of the dashing Miroku, and the other sees the importance of stability in a world of fancy with the steadfast Inuyasha. An adaptation of the Jane Austen Novel Sense and Sensibility.

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Higurashiton by @theladymagnolia (M)

Lady Kagome Higurashi’s life appears perfect. Having spent her entire existence preparing for the upcoming social season, she is certain to find a proper match. True love and happiness will undoubtedly follow. Unbeknownst to her, the Duke of Tessaiga is plotting his revenge, and will stop at nothing to ruin Kagome’s perfect world.

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Stealing Kagome by Isabella Rain (T)

Set in the Victorian Era of London, Kagome Higurashi is engaged to Lord, and friend, Kouga Wolfston. But when she catches the eye of a Prince, she knows her engagement is in trouble. Especially since the Prince has already stolen her heart.

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Letters on a Train by Emilyblood (T)

Demanded to find a bride by his father, Inuyasha is spending a trip across Victorian Europe with Kagome trying to think of a way to get Kikyou to marry him. Needless to say, Kagome is nonetoo happy, but can she keep how she feels to herself for her friend

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You, Waiting (series) by @witchygirl99 (G-M)

Your love isn't meant to be. It exists, anyways.

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Inextricably Knotted (an Inukag + Jane Eyre AU) by @ssukidesu (T)

Kagome Higurashi was orphaned as a baby and raised by her cruel aunt until the age of ten, after which she went to school and learned the art of service and self-suppression. Now eighteen, Kagome takes a job as the governess of Shippo, the young ward of the great and mysterious Lord Inuyasha Taisho.

But as Kagome gets to know her bemusing master, a ghost seems to haunt his estate, hinting that there is a long-lost secret hiding on the third floor.

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The Oval Portrait by @ruddcatha & @nartista (T)

A sudden accident causes Inuyasha and his valet to find shelter for the evening during a storm. A portrait captures Inuyasha’s attention: a figure so like his wife. A single journal lays nestled by the portrait, filled with a cautionary tale of love and obsession.

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[Other Historical Settings]

Folktale by HoneyBee31 (T)

Kagome's life changes in ways that she had only heard about in folktales after she saves her brother from certain death.

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Freak Attraction by @artistefish (T)

A birthday outing to see a foreign circus turns into a nightmarish mistake when Kagome stumbles upon a circus of a very different nature and meets a sideshow freak with dog ears and a human heart.

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Monster by @akitokihojo (E)

A murderous demon taints the world with unforgivable crimes, taking out his weakness in secret. Unfortunately for him, it isn't that easy. He thinks he's unstoppable, but his arrogance blinds him to the war blooming before him. Kagome and Inuyasha, both powerful in their own way, and even more so together, step forward to try to put an end to things.

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[grimmswan]

Dracula in Storybrooke part 2

For Captain Swan Supernatural Summer 23

Once Upon a Time missing storyline/AU

Killian noticed a man staring at Emma.

He had on leather pants, leather boots, and his shirt was opened clear down to near his naval. Revealing a well toned chest.

“But greatly lacking in chest hair.” Killian thought smugly.

The man who introduced himself as Drake, gazed at Emma with fascination.

“My, my, you are by far the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. The very sun is dim in comparison to your golden hair.”

Killian rolled his eyes. Just who did this git think he was. It irritated him more to see that Emma was actually smiling at the fool.

Neither man knew it, but Emma’s smile was due to her seeing that the two men, who seemed to be trying to one up each other, were very much alike.

“I really must have a type.” She thought to herself.

Both men had dark hair, deep blue eyes, and accents.

Drake wore a shirt with most of the buttons undone, reminding Emma of Killian’s wardrobe before he started wearing modern clothes.

She sometimes wished Killian would go back to wearing those clothes, at least on some days. She had always loved how sexy and dangerous he looked.

Yet Killian was staring daggers at the man, as if he considered him a rival.

Killian didn’t like the pure hunger he saw in Drake’s eyes as he stared at Emma. It was too possessive.

“It’s strange how in this world, a woman can cover her whole body, and still her lovely form is revealed.” Drake’s eyes moved over Emma. “I look forward to discovering what other wonders this place has in store.”

“He’s a smooth one.” Granny commented. “My mother always said, “Beware of a silver tongue. It tends to lay next to the sharpest tooth.”

“He was awfully flirty with Emma.” Snow remarked in puzzlement. “She was pressed against Killian nearly the entire time. Obviously her heart belongs to him. But that didn’t stop Drake from showing his interest.”

“I think we need to keep a close eye on that guy.” Charming said with a scowl. Father’s instinct warned that Drake would bring nothing but trouble in his daughter’s life.

Just as the Sun had slipped under the horizon, one figure walked up to another in the shadows of the alleyway near Granny’s Diner.

"I would stay away from Emma Swan, if I were you. Captain Jones won't allow anyone to take her away from him."

"Captain Jones is a mortal. An ordinary simple man. What is he compared to one such as myself?"

 “Captain Killian Jones is far from being a simple man. The pirate captain has faced God's, demons, and monsters and survived. You may be powerful, but you are far from the worst thing Captain Hook has faced.

There is also Emma Swan. She is not going to be easily seduced away from the man she went to the underworld for. Especially not by a man spouting fancy words and performing magic tricks that she could beat. One would wonder what it is you think you can offer her? From what I heard, your grand castle is in ruin."

“There are other castles. From what I understand, there are two castles long since abandoned in another land. The former residents now live in this world. In this town. If I understand correctly, Emma Swan would inherit both, should something happen to those former owners.”

“Even you can not believe that you could charm a lady into accepting you after killing her entire family.”

“The blood lust made my other brides accept the same. I do not think Emma Swan will be any different.”

“I think you will find that Emma Swan will be very different. But you have a tendency to be far too confident in your own prowess to see reason. I still want to caution you. I feel I owe you something, since you once offered me immortality. Would have given it to me, if you hadn’t been outwitted.

 That bloodlust only works if you're in power. Mina was willing to forgive you in regard to her dearest friend Lucy when you blinded her with your seduction. But once Jonathan Harker and Dr. Van Helsing sealed you in that tomb, she reverted back to her old self. And she hated you for what you did.”

“I was careless. I didn’t anticipate Harker’s strength of spirit. Or his devotion to Mina. I shall use more patience. And will pay closer attention to the players. I underestimated my opponents before. I will not again.”

The Count from Transylvania smiled. “Despite your insistent loyalty to the man who stands between me and the woman who holds my salvation, it is good to see you again, Renfield.”

“It’s good to see you again, Vlad. But it’s Smee, now. Renfield got the reputation of a lunatic. No one would take him seriously. I had to change my name and do business in another port, to escape the shadow of your story.”

“Perhaps the ending to this story will be more to each of our likeings”

Smee didn’t say it, but he was certain this story’s end would be the same as the previous one.

"Emma, I think Count Drake is dangerous." Killian spoke in earnest, hoping to get her to understand that she should stay away from the man.

"I know he is. I think he's a vampire." She said it so matter of factly, it made Killian’s jaw drop.

"Oh, come on. Count Drake. Count Dracula. It was pretty obvious. Plus, he stayed away from the windows? Out of direct sunlight?"

Killian wanted to kick himself. His jealousy had blinded him to the real threat.

Emma wrapped her arms around Killian's neck. "You really need to stop being jealous of every guy who looks like he might be my type. I have my perfect man, the man I love, right here. I would never do anything to mess that up."

"I do trust you, love. It's me I don't trust. I can never be rid of the thought that I don’t deserve you. That you could have someone better."

Emma opened her mouth to argue with him, 

"I know what you're going to say, love. But knowing that you love me and think I'm a hero is far different than actually believing it myself."

Emma knew what Killian was saying. But she still wished she could find some way of convincing him how important he was to her.

He always knew what to say to help her understand how special she was to him. She wished she had his gift with words, so she could return the favor.

An idea on how to remind him that he was one of the most important people in her life came to her.

She might have been bad with words. But she was really good with her actions.

Drake snarled in frustration. He wanted to burst in through the window and tear the lovers apart. He vowed that he would find a way to kill Killian Jones, and take Emma Swan for himself.

Killian’s instincts warned him that the woman he loved was in danger. He couldn’t shake the feeling that all of these attacks were only a precursor to a much bigger problem.

He wanted to find out more about the beings that were called vampires. He believed that knowing your enemy was the best way in the path to defeating him.

And while he did not think that Whale was lying to the group, Killian was certain that the doctor did not actually know as much as he thought he did.

So Killian went to the one person who had traveled the many realms and has encountered various beings of power.

William Smee.

Killian suspected his former first mate knew more about what was going on than he had admitted.

Smee was not without his resources, he knew how to protect himself from the monsters that constantly invaded Storybrooke.

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[kingofdesert]

Watch a man in times of adversity to discover what kind of man he is; for then at last words of truth are drawn from the depths of his heart, and the mask is torn off. — Titus Lucretius Carus

He was no longer a cohesive machine of blood and bone. By now, even his mind sojourned in planes beyond his existence; clinging to dulcet memories of his egregious mistake. A smile he had never been able to decipher, words uttered against lips, the taste of whisky and cigars, tangled sheets and golden skin, laughter, golden hues and eternal promises, bloodstained wings veiling the night sky… Reality blended with fiction, truth got lost in lies. Anything to keep the mind from shattering as the cracks rapidly spread.

The heart of it struck him in an instant, while chained to a wall, bruised, battered, barely alive. There had never been a mask; he had always been genuine—genuine chaos which he had embraced and wielded as his greatest weapon. Signs and subtle hints were ignored precisely because the darkness inside was real. To deceive his enemies, he had first deceived his allies. Crocodile trusted him even when it went against everything he stood for. He had trusted them both, to make matters even worse.

“Knavish fiend,” the grunt echoed off the walls, pounding in his head with hammer-like strikes. Shallow breaths, neither painful nor pleasurable, trapped his mind in a looped cycle of the events that had transpired. From the first moment their paths had crossed, to the current one where nothing but doom awaited. A sudden jolt of pain left him panting, intensifying the more he dwelt on it. Sweat ran down his cheeks, his teeth clenched, wishing they were biting into flesh—a visceral thought fuelled by rancour, yet so deep and real it confirmed his existence—or what was left of it.

Was there anything left at all?

Broken bones and derisive numbness affirmed there was a perception of sensation, a testimony of one’s physical presence. It was painful to exist in those restless hours. Sleep never came when summoned, and when it did, it was his own mind that kept him awake. Eventually, someone would open the doors of his current prison. That someone was more likely a foe than a friend, yet even then, Crocodile wanted to properly greet them as the quintessence of wrath. He wanted to beshrew their existence, but mostly his. Of that son of a bitch who had brought nothing but destruction with him.

His mouth ran dry, his chest throbbed from the impact of the knife embedded in his heart, and his body quivered vehemently from the sheer surge of emotions. His pride refused to let them escape. His teeth bit into his lower lip to remind him of the physical pain, yet his eyes remained defiant, misting over reality. The image before him was ephemeral, but it was more than enough to break him.

How did it all end up like this?

It was the type of city that drew people toward it. Those seeking very small yet very large miracles, adventurers longing for a new thrill, those hoping for the beginning of a new story, and those wishing for nothing to begin at all. A place to find oneself and a place to lose oneself completely. A place to evolve and a place to be devoured. A place to seek an ordinary life and a place to search for the extraordinary. A place of blinding lights and fastidious darkness. A city of wonders, lies, hopes, troubles, joy, and despair—a symbol of abnormality.

The city’s charisma and double-sided allure were why Crocodile came. It was a chance to start anew, to forget the past and the demons he had left behind, and to create something empyreal. Over ten years had passed since he had made that choice, and over eight since he had started building his underground empire. Baroque Works was a criminal organization, one of many in this city, which owed its rapid growth to its devil fruit users, Crocodile being one of them

No one was certain why people were born with unique abilities, but it was no surprise when governments took an interest. These abilities became a person's most important secret. Once awakened, some kept their powers hidden even from their families. Those who couldn’t were presented with two options: a life as the government's product or a life as a criminal. Interestingly enough, these two factions weren’t at war with each other, even if they sometimes stood in each other's way. They lived in a parasitic symbiosis, constantly feeding off each other. At times they were partners, at others they were enemies. What had become clear early on, much to Crocodile's expectations, was that no one was to be trusted. In an ever-changing city with swarms of ever-changing faces, offering trust meant immediate death.

[9:32] All done, Mr. Zero.

The text message came from his secretary, Miss All Sunday. A short, concise report on the last shipment of weapons to the Ganmi group, just as he was used to. The Ganmi group was a relatively new presence in the city, having appeared two years ago, but they were loyal customers. Calling them a "group" was generous—they were more of a local gang battling other small fries in their neighbourhoods. Normally, he wouldn’t care much about them, but he knew how useful connections could be when most needed. Even if Crocodile never intended to ask for anything in return for his services (other than money), he planned to use the Ganmi group as required. A neutral group with no specific ties to bigger organizations in the city was always useful if a distraction was necessary.

He didn’t respond to the message, merely left it as read. Miss All Sunday was accustomed to his lack of communication through the phone. She knew his paranoia, his habits, and his preferences. She had been by his side for seven years, and despite everything they had been through, Crocodile still believed she would eventually betray him. She was a lot like him, after all, and that was possibly why they made such good partners.

[10:03] Mr. Five’s task?

A hit job requested two weeks ago, another service his organization offered. Depending on the severity and importance of the job, Crocodile would sometimes send his elite officers to the front lines. Each of them excelled in specific areas, and so far, they hadn't performed below his expectations.

[10:05] Being worked on. [10:06] Results will be in in a week.

That was adequate. He preferred clean jobs with no strings attached. Hasty kills brought too many questions; protracted kills erased their significance and meaning. A balance was necessary, and his elite operated according to the balance he dictated. Those under them were sent out for insignificant hits meant only to bring in more money.

Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. He had been in the city long enough to develop a sixth sense for impending trouble. The other organizations had kept a low profile for the past few months, performing their services and patrolling their turfs out of habit, merely keeping up appearances. Even the brats who often got caught up in the city's whirlwind were unusually quiet. Sometimes there were street brawls between gangs; other times, the kids were simply enjoying their youth and school days while they lasted. But they were always loud and noticeable. Even the police weren’t as active, likely in response to the other side’s subdued behavior.

He didn’t like it.

It felt as if everyone was waiting for something. It almost seemed as if the city itself had altered its abnormal lifestyle. Or perhaps it was just about to begin. Crocodile’s hand reached for the tin with cigars and the guillotine cutter. He took a cold taste after cutting the tip, and once satisfied, he lit it evenly, rotating the cigar and taking the first puff of smoke. The mild flavor graced his taste buds, lightheadedness crept up as it always did with tobacco, and for a moment, he was able to relax his nerves and forget about his worries.

“I’ve just arrived at Calm Belt. I’m not in a rush, so take your time.” The man took a seat at the nearby table with his back turned to Crocodile, still engrossed in his conversation. Usually, he didn’t care about the lives of others, and normally, he wouldn’t have paid attention to this man either, if it weren’t for his laughter, which was simply too boisterous for Crocodile’s taste. “So, you lost her again? Fwahahahahahahahaha! I thought you were going together—”

Golden eyes lifted to judge the man behind his back. A fairly tall individual, young, white-haired, tanned skin, dressed in comfortable yet expensive clothing, with a loud, continuous laugh and an aura of arrogance that reminded Crocodile of a certain blond.

As he took another puff of smoke, Crocodile knew his perfect morning had come to an end. The unease he felt had found its source. According to Mr. Three, Doflamingo had returned to Spain to sort out personal matters. He would be back soon. / @umbrx

[w-m-heart]

Flufftober day 2: Friendsm Family, and Loved Ones

I smiled widely as I led Edward into the house. Today was perfectly overcast and Charlie was having a barbecue. He had invited all his fellow officers and his friends from down at La Push. Even though the sun wasn’t out there wasn’t any rain, not even a drizzle, and it was 70 degrees, a warm day for Forks, Washington. 

I was smiling because today was the day Edward and I would announce our engagement…and get revenge.

When Edward and I had gotten back together after our trip to Volterra, Charlie had tried to forbid me from seeing Edward. And when I’d refused, he’d tried to ground me in a pathetically transparent attempt to keep us away from each other, but I’d reminded him that I was eighteen, and had done nothing more than go out of state—as far as he knew—for spring break. 

He’d thought he’d won when the traitor Jacob had brought over our bikes, but Edward had anticipated his pettiness and gotten me a motorcycle licence. It was forged of course. but Charlie didn’t know that. I’d even used my own money to fix them up. 

Ever since then Charlie has been promoting Jacob as a boyfriend and shunning Edward. Edward had offered to try and make it right with Charlie. But I refused. I’d realised that things were better this way. I could use this estrangement to segue into never seeing my dad again after my change. Getting close to him now would only hurt us both more in the long run. 

Surprisingly, it was Jasper and Rosalie who stood up for me and agreed when I’d told the rest of the family my decision. It wasn’t a hard one to make. I couldn’t be Switzerland. I had a choice to make, and I chose the Cullens.

Edward and I made our way through Charlie’s house and out back to where everyone had gathered. Charlie looked up as he heard the back door open, and scowled as soon as he saw Edward. As did those who were here from La Push.

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An hour went by and I could see Charlie getting angrier and angrier. That may have been to do with the fact that I made Edward swear to stop being the perfect gentleman. So for the past hour he’d had his arm around my waist, around my shoulders, in my hair whenever he kissed me. And the kisses! The light pecks were things of the past. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t devouring my mouth or anything—at least not in public—but he wasn’t being discreet either.  

Steam was practically bubbling out of Charlie’s ears. At one point he played the overprotective father role and joked that all this PDA was making him uncomfortable, but one of his deputies had laughed before Edward or I could snap. 

“Leave them be, Chuck. They’re young and in love! Don’t you remember how it felt to be like that?” 

Another chimed in. “I mean just look at that rock on her wrist!” The officer shook his head at me in mock disapproval. “Shine like that will blind the astronauts, young lady.”

I looked down at the heart charm that was dangling from a silver bracelet Edward had gotten me and turned to my fiance with a mock glare. “Rock? As in diamond? Edward, I distinctly remember you claiming this wasn’t anything expensive, and when I said it was a pretty crystal, you didn’t correct me,” I scolded playfully

The officers laughed. “Looks like someone’s in trouble!”

One of the female officers patted me on the back. “Sweetheart, if you can’t tell that’s real, then that boyfriend of yours is going to spoil you rotten without you even knowing.”

I laughed. “I know. You should see the type of gifts he’s attempted to give me. We have a weekly battle over him trying to give me a car.” I shook my head ruefully. “If you see him heading towards the dealership, feel free to pull him over.” I turned to smirk at Edward who pouted dramatically.

She mock-saluted me. “Yes, ma’am.”

“But love, you’d look so lovely in a BMW, or a Mercedes.” He then turned to one of the male officers. “Back me up here, doesn’t it say somewhere in the boyfriend handbook that we’re allowed to spoil our girls to our hearts content?” 

The officer held up his hands in surrender. “Don’t pull me into your mess, man. I don’t want to be thrown in the same coffin as you when she wins that fight.” 

I grinned, and Edward shook his head. “If your truck breaks down can I buy you a new car?” he asked, his face a mask of innocence. 

I crossed my arms and gave him a mock glare. “That sounds like a set up if I’ve ever heard one Edward Cullen,” I said sternly.

“Listen to her, Edward,” Charlie said suddenly, with a fake laugh. “She’s just like her mother—you’ll never win. And even if you do, you won’t.” 

I clenched my jaw at the comparison, mainly because I knew it was an insult. Perhaps it was petty, however, I wasn’t very interested in biting my tongue. And so I turned to the female cop. “On second thought. If I let him do a little spoiling now, he’s bound to give it a rest later down the road. What do you think, Sandra? Should I let up a little? We all have already seen his ability to be sneaky. Tricking me into thinking this heart was a crystal,” I laughed.

She laughed. “I see no reason why not to. Let him think he’s won, meanwhile you get pretty gifts to show off. Win, win.”

Just then Billy Black spoke up. “Pretty gifts indeed. It makes one wonder what price you’ll have to pay to receive them,” he announced. 

I stared at him. Oh I knew he wasn’t implying that I was being a whore for trinkets. But to any of the humans that was probably exactly how they heard it. No doubt Billy was referring to my humanity. 

Edward stared at him coolly. “I don’t appreciate what you’re implying, Mr Black,” he said in a low tone. 

Billy narrowed his eyes at us. “On the reservation, we believe in fair trade. There’s no such thing as a free lunch,” he stated firmly. 

“Oh, so does that mean you expect my father to demand something from you for feeding you today?” I snapped back. “After all we’re the ones who bought everything, and cooked it, as well as setting up. So by your logic the only reason my father put all this together was because he expects something from you,” I argued. 

Billy sputtered as Jacob suddenly stood. “That’s different!” he insisted. 

“Sit down, boy!” Sandra snapped. “You’re old enough to know that no means no, so butt out of their relationship.” She scowled at Billy Black. “And I don’t care about your little tiff with the Cullens. If you’re implying that this young girl is whoring herself out for pretty gifts, then I will whoop your ass so hard you’ll think your mother rose from the dead. Do I make myself clear?”

Billy frowned. “If you knew what they were really like…wha–who they really were, you wouldn’t defend them so readily! There’s a reason they aren’t allowed on our lands!” he insisted.

I saw red. “And that reason is prejudice! And you are one to talk when it looks like the majority of the boys on your reservation are taking steroids! Jacob is sixteen yet looks like he’s twenty-five! Five months ago he had a baby face and looked just like the kid he is! Not to mention the fact that you’re endangering your entire tribe by boycotting the hospital! 

“How many people have gotten hurt or died because of your decision? Like Harry Clearwater, do you think his heart issues would have been caught if he’d just went to see a doctor? Or Emily Young,” I said, gesturing to the scarred girl in attendance, “who was attacked by a dangerous animal. I showed a picture of her to Carlisle because I thought that her scars shouldn’t be that bad from a scratch, no matter how deep it was. And you know what he told me? Those scars would be paper thin if she’d just gone and had them stitched up! They can even now still be fixed! But I’ll bet you anything she won’t go in because of all your brainwashing!” I seethed. 

Emily and Sam looked stunned. “My scars can be fixed?” she asked in a low voice.

Charlie hesitated, but I knew it was only because of what I was saying, not out of solidarity with his daughter. “Enough, Bella. The people of the reservation are entitled to their opinions—don’t attack them just because they’re different and you’re upset.” 

I glared at him. “Okay, then by that same logic I can refuse to go to the reservation because in my opinion they are prejudiced idiots. And if Billy can convince people not to go to the hospital, then I can convince kids at school not to go to the rez. And if Billy can openly bash the Cullens and tell people they are evil, I can openly bash him and the others and tell people they’re delusional,” I said sweetly. 

Charlie’s face turned an odd colour. “Stop being so childish, Bella, and just listen.” 

“Stop being so pathetic, Charlie.” Everyone gasped. “You know, I was going to wait to announce this, but I think that now is the perfect time. Edward proposed to me two weeks ago, and I accepted!” I then reached into my pocket and took out a large diamond ring, encrusted with topaz and tiger’s eye surrounding the main diamond. 

Rather than silver the band was made up of a braid of obsidian, platinum, and titanium, with the platinum and titanium wrapped protectively around the obsidian. It was a beautiful, gleaming piece and it left no doubt that its cost would probably be enough to purchase a house, not only for the materials, but for the obviously fine craftsmanship.

I watched with great satisfaction as Charlie paled and Jacob grabbed on to the back of his chair to keep from falling over. 

“You didn’t tell me that,” Charlie said weakly.

“Clearly because you’re behaving like a child, Charlie,” Sandra said with a disapproving scowl. He might have been her boss, but she was old enough to be his grandmother. She turned to me with an enormous smile on her face. “Congratulations, sweetheart.”

I smiled at her. “Thank you,” I said before turning to Charlie as Edward slipped my fake ring back on my finger

Well the ring wasn’t fake, it just wasn’t my real engagement ring. This ring was one Edward had gifted me to symbolise us, as a couple. Our love was the platinum. He was the titanium, and I was the obsidian, delicate. And easily breakable, at least for now.

Edward had a matching equivalent. I had chosen to use it as our engagement ring in Forks because I knew most people in town would be awed by its flashiness. And when we eventually staged my death, I wanted no one in town to doubt I was cherished. 

“Maybe I would have told you if you weren’t so fixated on trying to force me to date your best friend’s son! No, actually I would have still told you then. What really clinched it for me was when I came home with a broken hand telling you that Jacob forced me to kiss him, and that I broke my hand by defending myself. You congratulated him!” I snapped.

All the cops sucked in a breath. And I internally smirked. Yes, that’s right. Your esteemed chief of police openly condoned sexual assault. I thought viciously, relishing in how his pale face now took on the colour of bleached parchment. 

“Chief!” one of the deputies cried. “What the hell!”

“That’s not what— I didn’t—” Charlie stammered like a fish out of water and I enjoyed every second of it. “I just meant good on him for trying.” 

Leah, who had been silently watching, snarled in disgust. “Good on him? Did you seriously just say good on him for trying—no—succeeding, in assaulting your daughter!? What the fuck is wrong with you, you sick bastard? What if he would have raped her? What would you have done then? Buy him dinner?” she spat. 

She then turned to us. “You know Bella, I thought you were insane for tossing your father to the curb for Cullen. But now I see that was the smartest fucking decision you ever made. Congratulations on the wedding…and let Edward buy you that mercedes.” She smirked.  

I smiled at her. “Thank you, Leah. Expect an invitation to the wedding in the mail.” 

She grinned. “Excellent. Consider this my RSVP.” Then she kissed me on the cheek and stalked off. 

Edward smirked. “I like her. She’s smart,” he said lowly in my ear. I rolled my eyes  with a grin.

Behind us, Charlie cleared his throat. “Look, Bells. I’m sorry if I upset you, but you have to see it from my side. Jacob never broke your heart and made you run away to Phoenix where you fell down a flight of stairs. He never abandoned you and made you fall into months of depression!” Charlie threw his hands in the air. “He didn’t make you make those life-endangering decisions! Edward has put your life in danger more times than you’ve probably even told me, while Jacob has only ever tried to protect you. So of course I’d prefer you to be with him!”

“From what I heard,” one of the younger officers said slowly, eyes narrowing. “Bella made those decisions herself, but Jacob certainly didn’t help.”

“More like he encouraged her!” another said. “That cliff jumping nonsense is reckless and stupid!”

Sandra shook her head. “They’re teenagers, Charlie! They’re going to make stupid decisions! But you can’t cut your child off completely because of them! Nor can you encourage someone to force himself on her!” She grabbed her bag like she was readying to leave. “Maybe they’re both a little reckless, but Edward clearly adores her and respects her—which is more than I can say for Jacob Black!”

I growled. “You know what? I’m going to set the record straight once and for all! I didn’t try to run back to Phoenix because Edward broke my heart. I tried to run because he already had it in such a short amount of time and that scared me! How could it not with both you and mom drilling it into my head that ‘young love never lasts’ or ‘high school sweethearts aren’t a forever thing’ and so much other garbage about not picking your life partner before you’re thirty! You fucking well gave me relationship trauma! And Edward is certainly not to blame for my freak accident in the hotel! It. Was. An. Accident! It was nobody’s fault! And if someone is to blame, that person is ME!

“And of course Jacob hasn’t broken my heart. We were never together! And it’s not Edward’s fault his parents decided to move! I bet if you even bothered to ask any of the Cullens how Edward was during that time, they’d tell you he was exactly like me, no… he was worse! You want to know why I flew off to LA with only a note telling you where I went? It’s because Edward called me that day, but Jacob picked up the phone and told him I was dead! And Edward decided he couldn’t live without me and tried to kill himself! I went to LA to stop him!”

The humans gasped and even Charlie looked shocked. Jacob clenched his jaw.

“He loves me to the point where he refuses to live in a world where I don’t exist! He loves me so much that he would do anything for me, including dealing with your bullshit ever since he returned!  And if you can’t accept that, then clearly my happiness means nothing to you. Now unless you apologise to Edward personally, and quit advocating for Jacob, then you are not walking me down the aisle. I won’t ban you from the wedding. Not because I don’t want to. But because Edward begged me not to!”

I then looked at the humans. “Officers, you and your families will of course be welcome at my wedding. Expect your invitations within the week. That goes for you too, Sandra.” After nodding to them I rounded on the wolves. “Emily, Sam, Seth, Quil, Embry, Jared, you are all invited to my wedding on the condition that you can behave civilly. None of you treated me like a pariah when Edward returned, regardless of your personal opinions. I would like for you to celebrate the happiest day of my life with me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve overstayed my welcome. Oh, and Charlie, while we were speaking Alice and Rosalie were packing up my things. I’m moving out.”

As everyone else nodded and gave varying degrees of assent—and the Blacks scowled—Charlie swallowed. Then a look came over his face, like he’d made a decision and he said, “If you leave now, you’re no longer my daughter.” 

I knew it was an attempt to gaslight me into staying, that he didn’t actually mean it, but I honestly didn’t care. I’d stopped being his daughter long before I’d even come to Forks. 

“In that case, I’m already gone. You do not, and never will, compare to Edward.”

~~~

I smiled as I looked in the mirror. My wedding dress was everything I imagined it to be. Stunning ivory with a full skirt and fitted bodice, complete with off the shoulder long flowing lace sleeves. 

Alice and Rose had been braiding my hair into a stunningly intricate crown braid with flowers made out of crystals and glass peppered throughout my hair making me look like an ethereal nymph princess. On my feet I wore crystal flats—yes, actual crystal—which were surprisingly comfortable, if a bit cold. 

A knock came at the door and Alice bid the person to come in. It was Renee, my mother. She’d been surprisingly supportive when I told her about the wedding. Declaring that Edward and I were nothing like her and Charlie. That we were soulmates. Of course I was still feeling a bit angry at Charlie, who still refused to apologise. So I’d told my mom about everything that went down at the barbeque.

She was spitting mad at Charlie, and so was Phil. They had both backed me fully. I’d asked Carlisle to walk me down the aisle. He happily agreed. 

“Hi, Mom,” I said, grinning.

Renee pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle a sob as she looked at me. “Oh, my sweet girl. You look so beautiful.”

I laughed, my eyes glazing over with emotion. “Thank you, Mom!” I blinked away the tears. “I’m so happy you’re supporting me.” I paused, taking a breath. “Did he….” I trailed off, not sure how to phrase this.

Renee hesitated, wiping away her tears. Eventually she said, “He’s sitting in the back row. Closest to the exit.”

I pursed my lips, careful not to smudge the glossy lipstick that Alice had applied. “I don’t know why he came,” I huffed. 

“Do you want me to ask Esme to have him thrown out?” Rosalie offered as she walked back into the room, fully dressed in her pastel green dress and lavender flower crown. 

Leah walked in in a matching dress. They, along with Angela, Emily, and Kim were my maids of honour. I knew the latter three were still getting dressed. “If we’re tossing him out, can I do it?” she asked, grinning wickedly. 

I smiled and shook my head. “No, forget him. Today is about me and Edward celebrating our love with our families, friends, and loved ones,” I said. 

“Well said, Bella!” Alice said, dancing into the room. Her dress was ocean blue, with a sheer iridescent green overlay and a brown silk belt. Her flower crown consisted of iris and royal jasmine. 

Renee, as mother of the bride, was offered a silver circlet, and Esme, as mother of the groom, wore a gold circlet. 

When I’d first expressed my wish to have a fantasy, forest themed wedding, Alice had been sceptical. But with every decision made, she began to get a clearer picture of the day. And it didn’t take long before she was fully on board. 

Renee dabbed at her eyes. “Yes it is, sweetheart, and what a beautiful celebration it is already.”

I smiled again. “Thanks, Mom. Edward and I will be very happy together for the rest of our lives.” 

I blinked away tears, not wanting to say any more about the future, knowing soon I would have to fake my death. I didn’t want to paint an idyllic future of myself and Edward in my mother’s eyes. Descriptions that would haunt her when she eventually got the call letting her know her daughter was dead. 

“The music should be starting soon, hurry up and get back to your seat. You don’t want to go down the aisle while the music is playing and be mistaken for the bride,” I teased. 

Renee half laughed, half sobbed. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon.” Her smile wobbled and more tears spilled down her cheeks. “Oh, you just look so beautiful. My baby girl, all grown up.” 

Alice gently grabbed Renee by the shoulders and steered her out of the room. “Why don’t we get you back to Phil? I’m sure he’s wondering where you are.” 

I smiled as Renee agreed and headed back outside. 

A few minutes later the music began and the girls came rushing in, quickly lining up according to Alice’s strict instructions. They grabbed their bouquets from the table as they passed. 

As soon as I exited the room, Carlisle was by my side, holding out his arm. “Ready, my dear?” he asked. 

I smiled and clutched my bouquet. “As I’ll ever be.”

He quickly led me outside, following my bridesmaids. 

As soon as my feet hit the aisle it was like everything just melted away, and all I could see was Edward. Waiting and smiling at me. I felt like I was on a cloud as I glided towards him. Nothing mattered but him.

The ceremony passed by in a blur, I barely realised it when we said, “I do.” 

Then, Edward cupped my face and kissed me. And I knew that no matter what, we would always have each other.

~~~

Edward and I sat in our family’s private plane—not that anyone but we Cullens knew we owned the plane. To anyone else, the plane was owned by a company called Pacific Northwest Trust. 

It had been almost a month since our wedding, and Edward still hadn’t changed me yet. I’d decided I wanted two months of making love before I was blinded by bloodlust as a newborn, and too out of control to want Edward in the same way that I did now. 

As to why we were on the plane, Charlie had been insufferable in the last weeks, harassing us whenever we, or any of our family were driving or in town. The mayor had even had to threaten to fire him if he didn’t stop.

It was because of this I’d decided to ‘die’—at least as far as my parents and Forks were concerned. But I’d also wanted to say goodbye to Renee properly. And the best way to do that was to call her while the plane was supposedly going down. It was cruel, I knew that, but I couldn’t possibly give her the goodbye I wanted any other way. 

I took a breath and dialled her number. Next to me, Edward began playing the recording of people panicking for background noise. 

Finally, after three rings, she picked up. 

“Hello?”

“Mom? It’s me, Bella.” My voice shook with genuine emotions as my eyes watered.

“Bella? What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

I knew she could hear the ‘panic’ in the background by the sudden fear in her voice. I opened my mouth only for a choked sob to escape. 

“N-no…the plane…it’s–it’s going down.” I sobbed, my heart breaking, knowing how this would crush my mother. But I knew Phil would be there for her, he’d keep her sane. And this was the best I could give the both of us, a final goodbye.

“What?” Mom’s voice broke as someone screamed on the recording. “No, no. Oh god, Bella, no!” she moaned and I sobbed at the heartbreak in her voice. I could hear the tears in her voice as she called out for Phil. 

Suddenly he was on the phone, “Bella? What’s going on? Your mom’s crying—she won’t tell me anything. Are you okay?”

“Phil…” My voice cracked. “The plane is going down…I—” I was cut off by a particularly loud blood curdling scream on the recording, and winced at its timing. “I don’t think we’re going to make it… Is mom still listening?” I sniffed.

There was the sound of the phone changing hands. “Yes, yes I’m here, sweetheart. I’m here.” 

“Mom…I love you and Phil.. If–if we don’t make it just know I love you, and this past month with Edward has been the happiest I’ve ever been. I’ve wanted for nothing, and the only thing I could have ever asked for is more time with him, you and the rest of our family. If I die, please don’t stop living, be happy with Phil and live your life to its fullest.” I choked out a sob. 

Edward pulled me into his lap and took the phone from me as I buried my face into his chest. “Renee, Phil, this is Edward. I’d just like to thank you both for allowing Bella to come to Forks, my life was empty before I met her. Renee, thank you especially for raising such a wonderful woman.” He cleared his throat, making his voice crack with emotion at the appropriate places. 

Mom moaned, and through her broken sobs, I heard Phil say, “And we’re so proud of her. Our beautiful daughter.” His breathing shuddered. “And of you, our son, for loving her so deeply.”

“Thank you,” Edward said, voice thick with genuine emotion.

I sobbed harder. “We– we’re running out of time…we’ve already called Carlisle and Esme..they’re trying to get in contact with the nearest emergency services …I…I have to go. I still need to call Charlie…I don’t want to die without telling him goodbye,” I said, my voice cracking once again. 

“No, no baby. Don’t go!” Mom cried, breath hitching. I could just see her, sobs racking her body as she probably clutched the phone, begging me not go. “Please don’t go. I can’t lose you. I can’t.”

“I’m sorry, I have to call Charlie. Goodbye Mom, goodbye Phil. I love you both.” I swallowed thickly, closing my eyes tightly as I ended the call. 

I then dialled Charlie’s number. This call was less about a final goodbye, and more as a final act of revenge. Charlie had done his best to make our last month in Forks miserable; it was the entire reason we were even on this flight. Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie had made no secret about how this trip was a last minute decision. We were going to wait until after college to go on a honeymoon, but Charlie’s harassment had made us change our minds. 

It was no less than he deserved for the way he’d been acting. The phone rang until there was a dial tone, indicating I should leave a message. I’d expected this. Charlie would be fishing right now, and though he had his phone on him, he never answered it for anyone other than the station while fishing. A moment after the dial tone I took a deep breath and began speaking  

“Da–Charlie… I–I really don’t know why I’m calling you right now. You made it clear that I’m not your daughter anymore…I just… The plane–it’s going down…I don’t think we’ll make it and— Gods, I’m such a fool for calling— I wanted to say goodbye—” I was cut off by loud wailing screams from the recording. “I just—know that I was happy, okay? Edward made me happy…” I trailed off.

Edward cleared his throat. “Don’t worry my love, whatever happens, we’re in this together.”

“Together.” I agreed with a choked sob. “Goodbye, Charlie. I—” I cut myself off with a little scream as I threw the phone to Edward who crushed it slowly.

~~~

3rd Person POV

The Cullens all entered the police station, looking haggard and dressed in black. Carlisle and Esme, who was fake sobbing, approached the front desk. “Where is Chief Swan?” they asked in a strained voice.

The officer at the desk frowned in concern. “He’s—he’s in his office. Is there anything I can help you with Doctor Cullen?”

Alice gasped angrily. Her eyes looking puffy and red due to her expert makeup. “He’s working!?! We knew he wasn’t at home, but considering what happened…is he so heartless that he doesn’t even care that his daughter just died yesterday!” she yelled, purposefully being loud enough for the entire station to hear.

Someone dropped a coffee mug in another room while the officer in front of them collapsed into his chair. “Wh–what? Bella’s…dead?”

Carlisle cleared his throat and nodded. “Yes–yesterday afternoon, we received a…final call from them, the plane was going down…I-I believe Bella was going to call her parents after Edward’s call. We attempted to contact the nearest emergency services to them…but no one could pinpoint the plane’s coordinates until it was too late. It went down just off the coast of Rio de Janeiro…parts of the plane were discovered…but no survivors,” he said. His voice cracked a bit.

By now some of the other officers had joined them in the front, and at hearing the news, they all broke. One even threw up. 

One of the female officers—Sandra—sat down heavily, looking a pale shade of green. “Oh gods. They were just kids.” 

Esme sniffed. “We–we tried to call Charlie for…the funerals—” she said, breaking off into a sob. “But he wouldn’t answer the phone.” Her voice was laced with bitterness.

Like he’d been summoned, Charlie appeared behind his officers. “What’s going on out here?” Then he covered his nose and mouth. “Ugh! Why does it smell like vomit?”

Rosalie, who’d been quietly dabbing away fake tears while Emmett held her, suddenly sucked in a breath and went flying at Charlie as fast as ‘humanly’ possible. 

Before anyone could react, she slapped him across the face—not hard enough to do him a lot of damage, but definitely hard enough to leave a lasting sting. And probably a bit of a bruise.

“It’s your fault!!!” she screamed. “They were only on that plane because of you!!! They were trying to get away from your tantrum. It’s all your fault!!!!” she wailed allowing Emmett to pull her back into his arms, though inwardly she was cackling. 

Clutching his cheek and looking an equal mix of confusion and anger, he demanded, “What is? What happened?” When no one answered, he turned away from the Cullens glares and to his officers, none of whom would meet his eyes. “Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” 

“How do you not know? She fucking called you!” Alice screamed. 

“Who did?”

“Your daughter! Who’s now dead! Along with our brother!!! Because you drove them away they were on that damn plane!” Rosalie screamed. 

Carlisle cleared his throat. “Yesterday… We received a call from Bella and Edward. They…they told us the plane was going down…they wanted to say goodbye…Bella said she was going to call you and Renee—didn’t you receive a call from her?” he asked. 

“Maybe it crashed before she could…” Jasper trailed off, clearing his throat. He was struggling under the waves of grief flowing through the station.

Under the weight of everyone’s stares, Charlie stammered, “I was– I was out fishing. I didn’t—”

“You were—” Rose’s face took on a look of such rage that it scared quite a few of the officers. Suddenly she balled her hand into a fist before storming out.

~~~

Charlie’s POV

His hand hovered over his phone. He couldn’t bring himself to press the button to listen to that voicemail. Because he knew that once he did, it would be real. All of it. Everything the Cullens had said. It would mean—

He swallowed and pressed the button.

“Da– Charlie… I–I really don’t know why I’m calling you right now. You made it clear that I’m not your daughter anymore…I just… The plane–it’s going down…I don’t think we’ll make it and— Gods, I’m such a fool for calling— I wanted to say goodbye—” 

She was cut off by terrified screams in the background. Charlie covered his mouth to keep his own scream silent. “I just– Know that I was happy, okay? Edward made me happy…” 

Nausea lodged in Charlie’s throat and he couldn’t breathe. 

Someone, probably Edward, cleared his throat in the background. “Don’t worry my love, whatever happens, we’re in this together.”

Tears blurred Charlie’s vision and he shook his head, begging it not to be true. 

“Together.” Bella agreed with a choked sob. “Goodbye, Charlie. I—” her words cut off with Bella screaming before the most horrible crunching sound emitted from the phone, before the message cut off…most likely due to the phone being destroyed. After a horrifyingly silent second he realised he’d likely just heard the last moments of his daughter’s life.

The daughter he’d hurt and rejected so much she hadn’t even been surprised that he hadn’t picked up. 

With that, he broke down, and it would be hours before his officers outside stopped hearing his anguished, heartbroken sobs. 

~~~

Bella’s POV

I looked down at my beautiful baby girl. I hadn’t even known I could get pregnant…but here she was. Our little miracle. The past nine months of pregnancy had been gruelling…and during that entire time, when I wasn’t deliriously happy, I was nearly drowning in grief, thinking about how my mother would never meet her grandchild. Renesmee was a month old now, and seemed almost too intelligent for her age. She was showing a remarkable intuition and curiosity that Carlisle said was seen in one year olds, rather than one month olds. 

Other than that she grew at a normal rate. She did have some vampiric qualities, her skin was almost as hard as ours—I had been changed after a particularly hard birth—and she seemed to be able to comprehend our fast movements, and even track us with her eyes. Her strength was slightly more than a two year old’s, and Carlisle believed it would continue to grow. And she had a gift. She could show us her wants and needs by placing her hand on our faces.

Other than that she was perfectly normal. 

Three months ago I had decided to bring Renee back into our lives. She deserved to know my daughter. After the entire family was assured of my control, Alice began practising doing movie makeup, to make everyone look a bit older. It had been a year since anyone had contacted Renee. And Jasper had to do a bit of digging to find her new number. As well as see how their lives had been. I was ecstatic to hear that Renee had had a baby boy with Phil, he was seven months old. I couldn’t wait to meet my brother. 

Rosalie sat down next to me on the couch, smiling brightly at me. She was a bit excited about another baby in the family as well. 

We all decided Rosalie would be the one to call and deliver the good news. Rosalie squealed as she dialled the number. It rung for awhile before there was an answer.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Renee Dwyer?”

“Yes… Who is this?”

“I don’t know if you remember me…this is Rosalie Hale…” Rose said, trailing off.

There was a long pause. “I remember you,” Renee murmured. “You were one of Bella’s bridesmaids. Edward’s sister. You helped arrange Bella’s funeral.” 

“Yes. I think you should be sitting down for this, I have some rather…shocking news,” she said, allowing her voice to hitch.

“I’m sitting.”

“They’re alive, Mrs Dwyer. Bella and Edward are alive,” she said, making her voice sound breathless, as if she could hardly believe it herself. 

“What?!” Renee’s voice broke. She sucked in a sharp breath. “Are you serious?”

“Yes!” Rose laughed happily.

“If this is some kind of prank—”

“It’s not! We just got the call a week ago. After the plane went down, somehow…miraculously they washed up on the coast of Rio, and they were still alive! In terrible shape but alive! Only they didn’t have any identifying documents on them so they were a Jane and John Doe. According to reports they were wrapped in each other’s arms, and the only way they knew they were married was because of the matching wedding bands. They’ve been in a hospital in Rio in medically induced comas this entire time! They woke up last week! I’m sorry we haven’t called you until now, it’s just that everythings been so hectic…the whole family immediately hopped on a plane to Rio and we’ve been busy trying to sort everything out.”

"Where in Rio are you? We want to be there!” Renee said with a cross between joy and panic in her voice.

“We’re in Galeão, we knew you’d want to come visit so my family has purchased you, Phil, and your child first class tickets for the day after tomorrow if that’s not too soon? We’ll pick you up from Rio-de-janeiro international airport when your flight lands. If you agree that is, I’ll happily send you all the flight details,” Rosalie offered.

“We’ll be there!! Please tell them that we love them!! And are on our way! Thank you, thank you so much for finding them and for letting me know.” She was crying with obvious happiness.

“Of course Renee…also, there’s more you should know, but I really think it should wait until you get here, it isn’t anything bad! Just, very shocking,” Rosalie informed her, hurrying to reassure Renee.

"Shocking? Are they okay? Are they going to be alright?? Are they badly scarred? Will surgery help with scarring? Bella and Edward are so beautiful they should…shouldn’t be scarred. No, it doesn’t matter, scarred or not they will always be beautiful and I will always love them.” Renee obviously used a Herculean effort to get hold of her natural panic and fear. It was clear that after a year of believing her beautiful daughter was dead, all that mattered to her was that Bella and Edward were actually alive by some miracle.

Rosalie chuckled. “No, they aren’t scarred. Bella did have to…change a bit. But nothing grotesque I assure you, and that’s not the shocking information…you really should wait until you arrive…I’m not sure you’d believe it otherwise.” Rosalie hedged.

Loudly taking slow, deep, calming breaths, Renee managed to speak calmly in a relaxed and somewhat assured tone of voice. “Rosalie, I’ll do my best to keep my speculation under control. I’m sure Bella has told you it won’t be easy for me but I’m going to try. Please please send all of the information you have for the flights for Phil, Buddy, and I. We will be there as soon as possible. I’m going to hang up now, I have to give Phil the good news and we have to pack. Thank you again!”

Rosalie smiled. “No problem Renee. We’ll see you when you arrive.”

~~~

Cullen POV

Rosalie and Esme stood in the airport just beyond baggage claim waiting for Renee and Phil. Originally they were just going to give Renee and Phil the cover story of Bella and Edward being found. No matter how much Bella wanted her mother in her life, she would not endanger their lives by telling them the truth. However something happened that negated the threat.

The Volturi had been defeated. The Romanians had been secretly gathering forces to overtake the powerful Vulturi, and two weeks ago they had struck. The battle was long…by vampire standards, it had taken an entire four hours. But when the dust settled, the Romanians were victorious. And with their return to rule, came new regulations. Humans could be told of vampires’ existence under two conditions: if they were the biological or legal family to the vampire, or if they were the vampire’s mate. Any other reason would have to be brought to the Romanians for them to cast judgement. 

They would tell Renee the truth. But first they would ensure she knew and internalised the cover story.

Rosalie raised her hand to catch Renee’s attention as she and Phil came towards them.

“Renee! Phil!” she called.

Phil was pushing a stroller, but Renee ran to Rosalie and hugged her tightly before doing the same with Esme. She was shaking with emotions but trying to keep her words under control. When Phil caught up to them a few moments later he warmly greeted them.

“Esme, Rosalie, we cannot tell you how thrilled we are by this wonderful miracle. Please excuse my wife, she is trying to keep her emotions under control, so she will be rather silent for a while. Let me introduce you to our son Peter. We call him Buddy. Buddy, this is Esme and Rosalie, they are family. Can you say hello?”

Obviously being too young to actually speak, but still being a rather bright young fellow, and very personable, young Buddy gave a toothless smile and waved a chubby fist.

Rosalie and Esme cooed at him and greeted him warmly. 

Rosalie stood from her crouch in front of the stroller. “I think I speak for my entire family when I say we’re glad you know Bella and Edward are okay. This way to the car,” she said, gesturing towards the parking lot. 

Soon they were on the road headed towards the Cullens current residence, which they reached in under twenty minutes. 

They didn’t speak much as they drove, everyone in the car worrying for different reasons about the reunion that was about to take place.

Leading the Dwyers into the house and towards the living room they paused near the doors letting Renee and Phil enter the room first.

The entire family had gathered, along with a vampire by the name of Gabrielle, she was here due to the caveat of the new rules. If any human you told couldn’t handle or keep the secret, you would have to silence them one way or another. Bella didn’t want her mother and Phil to be harmed if they couldn’t handle the secret, so Carlisle had invited Gabrielle over due to her unique gift. She could erase memories.

Bella smiled as soon as she saw her mother. “Hi, Mom. Hi, Phil,” she said. Renesmee was cradled gently in her arms, Edward by her side.

“Bella! Oh my beautiful Bella! I have missed you so much!!” Renee cried out, running to her daughter and son-in-law. Soon she had all three in her arms. It was only then that she noticed Renesmee. 

Renee became very quiet as her happiness somehow tripled itself. Her voice was an awed hush as she whispered, “Are you the baby’s parents? Oh what am I saying, of course you are, she looks just like the two of you! But how, after surviving the plane crash? Oh, what you have been through. Hello little one, I’m your loving but neurotic grandma. And I come with a gift of a playmate around your age. You have an uncle Buddy.“ 

After looking at her daughter, Edward and Renesmee for several moments longer she moved aside just a little so Phil could join her in the family hug.

Bella smiled. “It’s good to see you, Mom. This is Renesmee, our daughter. I combined your name with Esme. Unfortunately for her I didn’t just combine two names, her full name is Renesmee Jolie Mariette Cullen,” Bella informed them kissing her daughter’s head. “Ren, this is your other grandma, Grandma Renee.” Renesmee put her little hand on her mother’s face, showing Bella a replay of her birth, then focusing on Esme, and then blue, which meant confusion, followed by Renee’s face. She was asking why Renee hadn’t been there when she was born. 

Just as Bella was about to answer her quietly, Renesmee decided to get her answers from the source apparently, and reached out both hands. One to Phil’s face, and one to Renee’s.

Everyone panicked, this was not how they meant to tell her. 

“Renesmee no!” But it was too late. Her hands were firmly placed on her new grandparents’ faces.

Edward let out a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a groan. Renesmee had an irritated little pout on her face as she replayed the images she had just shown Bella.

Renee was suddenly sobbing broken heartedly as she gasped. "I didn’t know! I didn’t know! Bella called and said they were dying!! I grieved so much. I would have been there! Bella died! I didn’t know!" 

“Wha–what was that?” Phil croaked. 

Renesmee frowned. Her mama would never die… she couldn’t understand what her new grandma meant. Before she could ask in her usual way, Alice danced over and scooped her up.

Bella sighed. “Mom, Phil, you must be so confused… please let me explain. But before I do I need to tell you what we will be telling everybody else. As far as anyone not in this room is concerned. After the plane crashed, we washed up on the coast of Rio, and were unconscious, with only our wedding bands identifying us as married. Little did anyone know at the time, I was a month pregnant. This was discovered later by the doctors and I spent the entirety of my pregnancy in a medically induced coma. Two weeks ago Edward and I healed enough to be pulled out of our comas, and after getting our identities they contacted Carlisle and Esme, who contacted you a week later.” She stressed each word, letting her mother and Phil know this story was vital.

Gasping around her tears Renee asked, "Are you saying I should only tell people the public story?” Renee looked like she was desperately trying to find a life raft in an ocean of confusion.

Bella nodded. “Yes, but Mom, Phil, that story is a lie… Let me tell you the truth, but to do that, I’ll have to start from the beginning.”

And so she began, beginning with her move to Forks, how the Cullens caught her eye immediately, Edward especially. The van accident in her first month. Edward ignoring her. Everything she observed about his family. Edward speaking to her, then saving her from her would be attackers in Port Angeles, but only after she’d begun to suspect what he really was.

Her going to La Push, coaxing the legends out of Jacob, then confronting Edward. Them getting together, after he confirmed he and his family were vampires. The baseball game. Why she really ran to Phoenix that time. James hunting her and tricking her. 

Edward trying to leave but deciding to stay. Her birthday party months later. Edward’s decision and why he left her. The months of despair. Jumping off the cliff. Alice coming and explaining about the Volturi and their laws. Her flight to save Edward. The Volturi’s ultimatum: die or be changed. Edward coming back. Her decision to be changed regardless of the Volturi’s decree. Edward’s resistance. Then his proposal, her refusal.

His countless proposals that followed until she agreed. Her resolve to choose Edward. Everything that happened at the barbeque. Why she chose to ‘die’ in her parents’ eyes. The danger they would have been in had she told them the truth. And finally why she’d changed her minds, along with the change in leadership—and rules—in the vampire world.

Finally she took an unnecessary breath. “And that’s all of it.”

Renee gasped and cried often as she listened to Bella. She was silent for a few moments after her daughter had finished speaking. She could hardly believe everything she had heard. Though she knew it was true, and she’d probably ask for more details. But that was for later, right now she needed Bella to understand how much she loves her.

“I understand that you need me to keep your secrets. I will always keep your secrets. I haven’t outlived you! I won’t ever outlive you, and that is all that matters. I love you, Bella! I love you, Edward! And I love your special daughter too. Keeping you safe is all I care about.”

Bella’s eyes shone with tears that would never shed. ‘Thank you, Mom. I’m so glad to have all of my family back!” she sniffed. 

Phil hated to interrupt, but he needed to know something. “Will you tell Charlie the truth? I mean, I don’t think we could properly pretend you’re dead, he still calls occasionally.  And no offence love, but your acting skills aren’t the best,” he said, aiming the last bit at Renee.

Bella shook her head. “No. Don’t worry, I know all about my mother’s lack of acting abilities. I inherited them after all,” she chuckled. “Charlie will get the public story. I’m not ready to fully forgive him yet but I know he’s been a mess ever since my supposed death. I think a year of believing me to be dead, and that it was his fault, was punishment enough.”

“I can talk about Bella being miraculously alive?” Renee asked for clarification, her head still whirling with the secrets she now held, and would take to her grave.

Edward nodded. “Just don’t deviate from the public story,” he said. 

“I can do that!” Renee said eager with the knowledge that the discretion needed was within her abilities.

Edward chuckled slightly, remembering the funeral he had seen through Alice’s eyes. It was quite touching. However what made him chuckle was when Renee had flown into a rage at Charlie, hurling insults at the man and blaming him for their daughter’s death before calling him a sorry excuse for a father and hitting him with her purse.

Bella glared at her husband, having a fair idea of what he found humorous. Rosalie had recorded the entire funeral for her. 

Emmett grinned. “Hey, I just thought of something. Renesmee is advancing very fast mentally. But Buddy is physically older. Do you think when they argue it’ll turn into those hilarious kid fights you see on TV when each kid tries to one up the other? Buddy is older but Ren might very well talk first!” He snickered, imagining the petty squabbles that could ensue for years to come.

“Emmett!” multiple voices groaned in exasperation.

Rosalie cuffed him over the head. “Ow, fuck!” he complained.

Renesmee’s face took on a look of concentration and Alice gasped in horror. “No!” she cried out

It was too late Renesmee opened her mouth. “F….uck!” she sputtered loudly, making the F sound more like a raspberry. 

Emmett’s eyes widened in panic as Bella slowly rose from the couch. “Emmett?” she called calmly. 

“Ah, yes my dearest, sweetest, non-violent, sister?” he asked. 

Renee calmly handed her daughter a lighter and Bella smiled sweetly before turning to Emmett, a malevolent glint in her eyes. “Run,” she hissed.

Emmett was out the door in a flash.

[neornuna]

The Scout

GENERAL

Name: Bumblebee Race: Cybertronian Visible Age: n/a

Actual Age: ???

Production Date: He can’t remember.

Revival Date: 06/05/?? (dd/mm/yy)

Gender: Cybertronian

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Queer

Preference: Male-leaning

APPEARANCE

Optics: Cyber Blue Shell: Electric Yellow Height: 17ft Body Type: Cybertronian Light Type: Arc (Hunter - loosely)

PERSONALITY

His Ghost would describe him as annoyingly incompetent. Someone nicer would describe him as bubbly, easily excited, and curious. He tends to get himself into trouble with his natural urge to explore, but he’s always able to get himself out of it as easily.

BACKGROUND

Revived in the swamps of Old Chicago, he can’t remember anything from before the day Papillion found him. He’s quite happy with his life now, but he can’t shake the itch that he’s forgetting (and thus failing at) something really important.

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The Triplicate Conundrum

GENERAL

Name: Blitzwing Race: Cybertronian Visible Age: n/a

Actual Age: ???

Production Date: He can’t remember.

Revival Date: 08/05/?? (dd/mm/yy)

Gender: Cybertronian

Pronouns: he/any (neutral), she/they (chaotic), he/him (anger)

Sexuality: Queer

Preference: N/A

APPEARANCE

Optics: Cyber Red Shell: Royal Purple and Plum Height: 37ft Body Type: Cybertronian Light Type: Solar, Void, Arc (loosely adheres to all classes)

PERSONALITY

Their Ghost would describe him as unpredictable, and untrustworthy due to it. Blitzwing would describe himself as a mech just trying to find his way in the world. The personality varies by face, of course; Anger is mostly angry, as one would think, Neutral tends to front most often and has a flat affect, and in turn tends to be the most predictable. 

BACKGROUND

Revived in the swamps of Old Chicago, he can’t remember anything, not even the reason he feels so uncomfortable around his Ghost. He’s overly polite to Static to try and compensate, but it never works. He always feels like he’s missing something, now that he’s Risen, but he can’t put his finger on what.

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The Escaped Pet Project

GENERAL

Name: Rocket Race: Raccoon-Cyborg…thing. Visible Age: ???

Actual Age: Fuck if he remembers.

Birth Date: Wasn’t sapient enough to keep track when he was born.

Rebirth Date: 01/01/?? (It was in the Golden Age, he remembers that)

Gender: Rocket, fuck you.

Pronouns: he/they/it

Sexuality: Aroace robosexual homoromantic

Preference: Anything metal

APPEARANCE

Eye/optics: Chocolate brown, sky blue, candy red Fur/plating: Slate grey/dark brown/cream, silver Height: 3’7” Body Type: Raccoon

PERSONALITY

Braytech calls him a smartass with dreams bigger than his body can handle. The authorities call him a cocky son of a bitch, with a real hard-on for guns and machines, who has the chronic need to be the smartest guy in the room. Groot knows him as a frightened animal who constantly feels like he’s backed into a corner, who has five escape plans for every situation. He’s self-described as a machismo-filled heroine that’s good with machines.

BACKGROUND

Imagine being forced into sapience, into what humans envision as the ideal of apex life. Imagine being so smart you don’t have the words for it, and never getting the opportunity to learn the words for it. Imagine your friends dying because you didn’t move fast enough. Imagine personally clawing up the face of Clovis Bray I. Imagine a sting in the back of your skull, then waking up god knows how long later, blind, deaf, unable to move beyond shivering, unable to speak, because you’d been put on ice semi-permanently. Imagine being unable to comprehend the freedoms before you, because you never had the chance before. Imagine not recognising your body for the first couple years you were back up and rehabilitating, because when you went to sleep you were still a juvenile. Imagine having to half-replace yourself with tech you despise because frostbite took half of your faculties. You now know what it’s like to be Rocket Raccoon.

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The Flowering Heart

GENERAL

Name: Groot Race: Groot Visible Age: Groot’s a tree.

Actual Age: Tree

Birth Date: Not possible to transcribe on Sol calendars, Rocket celebrates Groot’s birthday on the same day Groot found him, so 23/09.

Rising Date: Who cares?

Gender: Groot

Pronouns: groot/groot/groot. Will accept he/him, they/them, it/its

Sexuality: Aroace

Preference: N/A

APPEARANCE

Eyes: N/A Bark: Brown Height: Variable; sticks around 8’5”. Body Type: Tree Light Type: Flora (arc/solar) (no class adherence)

PERSONALITY

I am Groot.

BACKGROUND

I am Groot.

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The Super Colonel

GENERAL

Name: Sarge Race: Cybernetically upgraded Human (Chinese-American) Visible Age: He never takes off his helmet, nobody knows.

Actual Age: Rude!

Birth Date: July 4th, of course!

Rising Date: He forgot.

Gender: MAN!

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Has relationships with women, and sex with men (Pansexual)

Preference: N/A

APPEARANCE

Eyes: ??? Skin: His armour is his skin at this point, so…red. Height: 5’4” Body Type: Chubby in the buff way Light Type: Solar (it’s the most red) (+ explosions) (Titan)

PERSONALITY

Loud, proud, brash, dumbass, yet somehow tactically gifted in ways most people can’t comprehend. He’s a complete and utter jackass, but under everything is a man who cares deeply and doesn’t know how to show it.

BACKGROUND

He will not tell anyone, he refuses to tell anyone a lick of backstory, and every time you needle him for information, he will say something wildly different and off the cuff every time. His fake backstories include being a failed clone of Lord Shaxx, being the last living descendant of Zavala, being dredged out of the methane sea on Titan, being a scientist that worked with Rasputin personally, and being a failed clone of the Young Wolf.

[diejager]

ooh! ooh! calling who boo! vice dorm leaders!

It took some time cuz I don't know then that well (plus summer class) but here ya go!

Calling who boo?

Yan & normal vice dorm leader

Tw: yandere behavior, threats, manipulation, stalking, worshipping, training, controlling.

Note: not proofread.

Wd: 2.6k

Trey Clover

As the easy-going and laid-back member of the two, Trey doesn't mind these sweet nicknames. They attract attention from some students, making the two of you stand out, but the soft feeling he got from being called 'bae' or 'babe' was satisfying enough for him to ignore it. Although it went against his principles, if it were you, he was fine.

He would laugh it off with pink cheeks in public and accept it with a cheeky grin in private. Sometimes, he'd return the nicknames with his own twist related to food - something he excelled at.

Perhaps he was shocked at first, wide eyes and dumbfounded mien, he'd ask if he heard right or if you confused him with someone else (honestly, how could you confuse his clover and green hair for anyone, no one other than him had those sticking details). You would rush to him, arms outstretched and jump on him at random times. He stumbled and almost fell most of the time, but still wrapped his arms around you. He liked this affection.

Trey really took a liking to giving and receiving nicknames, so much so, that he would call you 'sugar' before you could even think of calling him 'boo'.

Trey knew you called other people by nicknames too, he was aware of what went on in and outside Heartslabyul - he wasn't oblivious. You were very outgoing and sociable, so - of course - he expected you to give others the same treatment. He wasn't blind nor deaf, he was conscious and knowledgable when it came to you. He also knew that he was the only one who returned your calling.

It still made him feel unique after having seen how other students reacted to you. Although it left a fit of nagging jealousy, it made him feel better.

"Boo!" you jumped in his open arms, nuzzling against his cheek.

"Sugar, how are you?"

His nicknames would be sugary sweet, full of love and feeling, even though you never explicitly told him that you had feelings for him - it might've made his heart sore.

Thought being able to embrace you made him feel better, made his pained heart bloom with mirth.

Who cares if caring for you gave him more stress, attention and responsibilities, you were worth all the trouble.

"Do you understand, Sugar?" he whispered, holding you hostage against a wall in the deserted hallway. "You won't talk to anyone during lunch, if they're the one to speak first, make it short."

Trey wouldn't be the type to confine you or be delusional, he's possessive and controlling, restricting you from saying or talking to some students. He wasn't delusional at all, he knew you feared him when he got mad, and that's why you listened to him; after all, he had an extremely short fuse when it came to you.

Ever so level-headed and the mature one of the twins, Jade wouldn't waver at the names. Smile and thank you, he would; blush, however, that wasn't something he'd do. That's why he was the vice-dorm leader between him and his brother.

Jade Leech

He isn't materialist or too emotional, he was professional in many ways, and he was formal and worked hard. He could be trusted to never fall, that's why you would enjoy trying to tick him off by teasing him. It was a small distraction from his usual routine, it didn't stop him from working or studying, but he received quite the laugh from time to time. So, perhaps, it wasn't too bad.

It became a part of his routine, he'd wait for you to pop out of nowhere and surprise him with one of your cute pet names. Floyd would occasionally jump in for a name from you - not that he minded, they always shared things: food, toys, friends, pets, etc.

Although he said he's fine with sharing, that was limited to Floyd and Floyd only, outside of his twin, it brew jealousy into his heart. That's why he'd get irked if he heard, saw or knew you called someone by a nickname. He simply detested the mention of it.

Not to mention possessive; he likes taking care of his things, of his possession, he kept everything he's owned in pristine quality. So if someone dared touch you, he would get a bit violent - he still had an image to keep. Though, perhaps if they were your friend, he would let it slip, just for you.

"Bae! Let's go water your terrariums!" you hugged him from behind, arms wrapped around his neatly fashioned uniform.

"Alright, let's go," Jade wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you along the hallway, a smirk playing on his lips from the stares he received. "Why don't you stay for supper too, hmm?"

"Let's try this once more, (Name). We've been over this a few dozen times, now, you should be able to grasp it."

As mentioned before, Jade is possessive, if you added yandere to the problem, he'd become extremely possessive, wanting to own every finger of your being. Having this habit of growing plants and raising bugs and fauna for his terrarium collection, he'd see it through that you're properly trained - he's always wanted to try it. In a way, it was a solution for not letting others approach you in a way that Jade hates when he's not around, you'll know how to dodge them.

Jamil's calm and mannered, he's careful with everything he does, even speaking to you, but he appreciates the importance you give him. Having someone praise him for more than a helping hand around the dorm or gratifying words for helping the dorm leader. Everything he did wasn't too perfect nor too horrible, just enough of both to stay out of people's eyesight.

Jamil Viper

You, however, always praised him for the simplest things he did to his most outstanding skills. You hugged him when he brought you snacks, you thanked him when he helped you with assignments, you smiled at him so softly that he felt like his heart would burst when you two spent time together and you called him sweet nicknames when you talked to him.

Jamil figured that having you by his side wouldn't be so bad, he enjoyed your presence. He liked it that you ran to him whenever you saw him, hearing you scream out 'boo' in the middle of the hallway always made him smirk as his heart fluttered; or when you'd pop out while he cooked or prepared dessert for the dorm and help him however he asked - without him using his unique magic.

He never shows or brags about how good his abilities are, but he could never deny wooing you when you peer around the corner with a small, yet adorable :

"Bae?"

He likes thinking that he had something to himself, something that Kalim, the person he's bound to listen to, didn't have - or so he thought.

He was more so betrayed than heartbroken when he saw you call Kalim 'boo' from afar, he thought that the both of you had something special, something that none other had with you, perhaps, in his mind, you were as in love as he was with you.

He might feel the pain, but he won't show it, he'll act exactly the same, smirk at you, welcome you, invite you, work with you, but his eyes won't have their usual gleam. You'd realize the change, of course, how could you not when you spent more than half your time with him? That's why you had to confront him, he took things better upfront.

"Boo, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings," you approached him, but he smiled and denied understanding why you suddenly said that. "Don't lie to me, Jamil. Tell me what j did so I can mend back your pain."

Hearing you say his name shook him, it added a bigger impact to your plea, the rarity of his name leaving your lips made him cave - he had only heard you call him by his name once before in a conversation.

It might take some time for you two to go back to the way you were, but after promising to call others by any pet name except 'boo' - you were stubborn, liking to call people by nicknames - you two eased back to the usual duo in a few days.

"Come on, you saw how they reacted when you told them about us, you wouldn't want to get hurt right? Then you better stay by my side, (Name)."

A yandere Jamil wouldn't mind using his unique magic on you, Snake charmer was his own, so - in his mind - it was as if God had blessed him with this to keep you his. If it doesn't work, he has a silver tongue, very eloquent and convincing on you as much as on other students; he'd put more effort with you than others though. He'd also be intrusive, extremely so, always by your side once you leave your classroom. His cuddles and hugs are constricting, wanting to keep you by his side.

He started stalling you before actually meeting you, call it a habit of his, to observe the students that interested him from afar as hunters did with their prey. He saw how sweet you greeted others and how you treated everyone equally, this was what first caught his attention; he found it beautiful. Meeting you might add something exciting to his life, he hoped it would.

Rook Hunt

As he expected, you greeted him happily, knowing his name, and yet, you still called him 'bae' on your first meeting. He finally knew how the others felt! A unique thrill that made his blood pump wildly, you were sweeter in person and skin almost as perfect as Vil - he would never tell you that in person, his perfect would have his head on a silver platter.

He enjoyed interacting with you more than observing from a branch hidden under leaves. That's why he appeared more often when you were out, wanting to feel the same adrenaline you gave.

It was a great friendship, you were honest, sociable and pretty in his eyes, you could've fit perfectly in Pomefiore if you had magic. The more he spent time with you, the more his feeling grew from two-sided to one-sided.

He saw you as more than a friend, he hoped you knew that, but he knew, he just knew that you wouldn't return his feelings - you couldn't because you might leave any day if Crowley found a way to send you home.

Although knowing all that, he was fine with loving you unconditionally - even though you didn't know - he was fine staying a friend in your eyes. However, he started sneaking glances into your room at night and glared at the students that interacted with you while you were with him. He started hating the people who received your sweet nature and happy smile that made his heart flutter. Was it so bad to want to be the only one to see it?

He was in his own world to want to admire you next to you as he did from afar. He'll allow some selected few to stick to you, like Grim, prefects and a few good friends, but other than that, he would glare at them until they understood and left you two.

He's gentle with you, to please you and care for you. He's usually meticulous in whatever he does, he takes more care in what he does with and for you.

"Oh- fait attention, (Name). You could have fallen and ruin Vil's hard work," he caught you in his arm, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

"Ah- thank you, boo!"

He smiled a lot, smirked and grinned at you, all genuinely happy. He still smirked and grinned with others, but the underlying threat in his eyes scared them away, yet he still smirk - he always does.

"Parfait! Tes yeux, tes lèvres, ton coeur et ton âme!! It's all perfect in my eyes, my sweet (Name)."

Rook would still have his stalking tendencies, but multiplied tenfold. He's everywhere even if you're not looking, observing you sleep, eat, talk, do assignments and breathe. Worshiping you while he's watching from afar, his thoughts are swarmed by your eyes, your hair, your skin, your lips, your everything! He'd worship every part of you all the same. He'd hold your hands and whisper praises, stare into your eyes with crazed gleams and pepper his love over your face.

Lilia was very outgoing compared to his peers in Diasomnia, he was old enough to be mature and young-looking enough to be cheery. He had his perks and so did he like other students' perks: like yours, calling everyone you knew by 'boo', 'bae' or 'babe'. It was as quirky as his habit of greeting others upside down.

Lilia Vanrouge

He liked your fearlessness when you approached him and Malleus, you hadn't left either of them out when you did something, instead, you invited them over to have tea, study for Malleus' Gargoyle Studies club, play games or just hang out.

He grew to care for you, watch over you like he did with Malleus when he was a child and protect you from both far and near. He sent a familiar to watch over you while he was busy, reporting everything that goes on with you - good and bad. Although if he had time, Lilia would stick to your side - after warning Malleus, Silver and Sebek - showing a few tricks while he hovered over you.

Lilia's smart and quick-witted, he's also always aware of what happens around you, nothing could pass his ears. He knew from the start how you interacted with the students. He didn't mind, he was rational enough not to get jealous, but he did get worried about how they would act up against you. Would the students touch you in any way? Would they harm you? Would they do something you didn't like? Would they force you to take something from them?

His reputation was enough to me they scramble, fear of doing anything towards you. He would see it through that you stayed safe and unharmed, he was a guardian before and he still is one. He was powerful too, an old and powerful wizard dressed in a young man's skin.

"We're hosting a party after classes, care to join, (Name)?" Lilia grinned, body turned upside down as he floated. "It's a simple diner, nothing big."

"Since you asked, alright, boo!"

In stark contrast to his usual expression, Lilia can become serious, silently so. If needed, he could switch from cheery to stern in a millisecond. You were his top priority until he graduated from NRC.

"I'll protect you, (Name). I made an oath to do so, Twisted Wonderland is crawling with harmful and twisted people, it's too dangerous without me."

Lilia is an overprotective kind of yandere, he has the age, wisdom and maturity to know - or so he thinks - what's better for you. He's a being of old, compared to him, you were an infant, and that pushed his need to protect and watch over you. Naturally so, as someone who keens to protecting you, he wouldn't dream of laying a harmful hand on you, he wouldn't hurt you, or force you into anything - except his love - Lilia is quite harmless towards you. He reserved all his deadly spells and cursed for the people that mean harm to you.

[notchesandbullets]

The Gentle Giant's Breaking Point (Shoji x Reader)

Art credit: @tonerukun​

Requested by: @/smol_angry_rabbit on wattpad

Aged-Up!AU

Warnings: explicit smut, size kink, dirty talk, hickeys, cursing, being overpowered and completely dominated, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, tender aftercare and soft confession

Words: 6.4k

In downtown Musutafu, Shoji, Tokoyami and Ojiro were wandering around the city packed with people on a bright, sunny day. A gentle breeze blew by, swirling around the hundreds of people who decided to get some fresh air for the first time in weeks.

The second the weather warmed up, food stalls and all sorts of vendors were back on the streets. Mouthwatering scents of sesame soba, senbei and taiyaki curled deliciously into the air and wafted over to everyone within the vicinity, enticing them over to buy the scrumptious street food.

At the first sight of spring, the students of UA scattered, all eager to spend their off day outside.

Kaminari, Bakugou, Kirishima and Ashido all went to the pool, the rest of Class 1-A following in a slow trickle.

It first was Hagakure who wanted to tag along, then Uraraka, then reluctantly Jirou followed by the rest of the girls.

Midoriya sheepishly asked if he could come along too, Todoroki following suit since he'd rather be anywhere than at an empty dorm and end up having to go home to his father.

Mineta was only allowed to come with Sero's tape restricting his hands and covering his eyes. He complained the whole way there that it was unfair but no one paid any attention to him.

Shoji let his arms fall to his sides as he strolled around downtown, following Tokoyami.

He hadn't particularly wanted to go anywhere, preferring to stay in the dorms. He didn't know when was the last time where it had actually been quiet. Not since before they moved in.

He didn't really have any complaints about his classmates. If anything, he was rather happy to live in a dormitory. It meant he got to see a lot more of you.

You were best friends with him, preferring to keep to yourself most of the time, just like him.

Maybe that's why you got along so well.

Shoji never tried to bother you but it was inevitable when the last class of the day would be dismissed and everyone paired off or huddled up in their groups to talk about anything and everything. He would just be at his desk, pulling out a book or getting started on his homework so he didn't have to worry about it later and you would come over, plop yourself down in the empty desk next to him and start reading a book without a word.

He didn't mind. He rather liked your company. It was quiet. It was nice.

He was going to ask you if you wanted to come with him, Tokoyami and Ojiro today but you were gone when he woke up. At least he had your number and he messaged you to make sure you were okay.

You responded back pretty quickly that everything was fine, you just had to take care of something first and then you'd meet them at the beach.

Shoji thought nothing of it. So when Ojiro asked if he wanted to come along with them downtown because Tokoyami needed to pick up more art supplies before their next class, he readily agreed.

He honestly didn't expect to see you there, let alone run into you. Literally.

You panted, rounding the corner, your eyes round with fear as adrenaline pumped through your veins. But you weren't watching where you were going.

Crashing into someone's very solid chest, your force knocked them over, sending the two of you toppling over instantly.

Springing up, you quickly apologized. "I'm so sorry!!"

All else blanked from your head as you saw who it was you exactly landed on and your jaw dropped open.

"Shoji?!"

Suppressing a groan, he sat up, encircling your waist carefully to ensure you wouldn't fall.

His brow furrowed in confusion as he helped the two of you up into a standing position, completely ignoring Ojiro and Tokoyami's questioning stares. "What are you doing?"

You opened your mouth to answer him when all of the sudden, you were hit by a blinding light.

Various enraged cries echoed from the alley you had just rushed out of.

"Get back here!!!"

"Shoot." You muttered under your breath. "My paralysis wore off."

"You're using your quirk?!" Ojiro exclaimed in shock. "You know that's against the rules!!!"

You ushered everybody into the nearest store hastily, hiding behind All Might merchandise to keep out of sight. "You want to lecture me now or after we call the police?"

While Tokoyami dialed for the local police, Shoji shifted closer to you, using his dupli-arms to hide you from view.

"Who are they?" He asked you.

He knew you weren't the type to go around causing trouble. If you had used your quirk, it had to be because you were cornered with no way out. He knew you.

And judging by that foreign, hesitant look in your eyes, you knew it, too.

"It's nothing, I'm fine." You mumbled under your breath, refusing to look at him.

Shoji didn't say anything else on the matter, dropping it entirely when a shadow passed over him.

You squeezed your eyes shut and held your breath as the men searched for you, your breath hitching when Shoji's grip around you tightened protectively. Too many times you had imagined his arms around you but this was a scenario you didn't exactly picture.

The sirens wailing outside had you relaxing the tiniest bit, the rest of the tension leaving your body as the police arrested the three men using their quirks to create destruction.

Shoji didn't let you go quite yet though. Not until he was sure every last one of them left.

Pulling back, he allowed you to slip out of his arms. And that's when he saw it.

The blood.

The cut on your cheek was smeared with crimson and he questioned how he didn't notice that sooner.

Cradling your cheek, he angled your face, his jaw ticking as he got a better look at your injury.

"Y/N."

You gulped as he used your first name without any honorific. You knew he meant business and your heart fluttered at how much he seemed to care for you in that moment.

You shoved down your feelings, forcing yourself to breathe normally, dreading that he would notice how nervous you were.

It wasn't that you really had anything to be anxious about, you knew Shoji would never judge you for any reason. Kind-hearted despite how often he had gotten teased when he was younger, he never let it affect him in any way other than pushing him towards his best self.

You always admired that about it.

Shoji was such a gentle giant and you were one of the few he told about his past and what ultimately led him to striving to become a hero.

Which is why you were so caught off guard by the anger simmering beneath the surface of his eyes as he tended to the abrasion on your cheek.

The officers contained the situation quickly, arresting those that were causing chaos. The same gang of boys who were responsible for your injuries. Tokoyami and Ojiro filed out of your makeshift hiding place first, reporting what you had seen before Shoji helped you up and they turned your attention to you.

All three of their expressions changed from quelled worry to disbelief as you denied all allegations they had clearly made against you.

Still, the police officers couldn't go against it if you didn't even admit to it but brought the boys down to the station for processing. They would be able to fit the pieces together later once the camera footage of the convenience store was recovered. Until then, they let you go.

After you refused medical treatment when the police arrived on the scene, absolutely hating hospitals, you trekked back to the dormitory to sort out your injuries.

They were rather mild and you weren't worried about it at all. The hero-in-training hovering over you though, said otherwise.

You sat on one of the many couches in the common area of Heights Alliance so that he could patch you up. It was a good thing that the dorms were empty since everyone was gone for the rare off day that they got.

Shoji had ushered Ojiro and Tokoyami to go on without him to meet up with the rest of their class at the beach, promising that he would look after you and make sure that you didn't actually need a hospital.

But you also thought it was to make sure you weren't going to do anything reckless again.

He had already scolded you for not taking your wounds seriously enough and insisted on treating them, which was a bit weird because he never was one for insisting on anything unless he felt strongly enough about it.

The atmosphere was tense as he put away the rest of the medical supplies, settling for a simple butterfly closure after he cleaned the area.

Now, he was staring at you as if he wanted to devour you. Heat flooded to your lower regions no matter how hard you tried to stop it. It was clear that he was frustrated, borderline angry and upset with you for reasons unclear to you but hope kindled in your heart.

There was no way he liked you like that. He never said anything about it before.

Regardless, no one should look that good while they were enraged. The silent fury simmering beneath the surface of his being was too good of a look on him.

"Are you going to tell me what that was all about?" Shoji questioned, peeling off his mask and revealed a deep-seated frown etched on his face.

Your breath caught in your throat. No matter how many times you saw his face, it never failed to take your breath away and stop time completely.

He was beautiful.

"I-I—" You stammered, at a loss for words due to his vulnerability in front of you. He clearly trusted you a great deal. You wanted to return the gesture.

Your heart rate spiked in nervousness and you swallowed hard.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, your voice got quieter and more solemn as you told him about these people who had been bullying your little brother. Your parents weren't in the picture, and since your aunt, who had taken the two of you in, didn't care much other than making sure you were fed and attending school, you knew you couldn't depend on her for help.

You had been bullied too, something you told your brother the second you walked in one weekend and he burst into tears. You felt horrible. At UA, you were too far away to protect him, but you promised you'd do something about it.

Logically, you knew you should've gone to the authorities. But you were just so blinded by rage and hell bent on revenge for these boys who had struck him across the face and punched him in the eye more than once that you weren't going to let it go on for a second longer.

Shoji was silent when you finished. You played with your fingers in your lap, unsure of what to do. Maybe you talked too much.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Your head snapped up and you gaped. You didn't have an answer for him.

Shoji sighed and his eyes saddened. "You can rely on me, on our friends. We would have helped you."

You looked back down, his gaze too intense for you to hold. He was staring at you too earnestly and you felt the hurt that resonated within him at the actions you didn't take to reach out towards him.

"I know." You whispered. "But I didn't want any of you to get involved."

A discontented noise emitted from the back of his throat and Shoji's mouth pressed in a hard line, clearly disagreeing with you but not voicing it.

The silence turned uncomfortable and you shifted in place, discreetly rubbing your thighs together as a shiver passed through your body.

Your eyes widened as he draped his shawl over you. You gulped as Shoji bulking form loomed over you, your heart now beating faster for another reason entirely.

"S-Shoji?!"

"Mezo..." He murmured. "We're alone. You can call me Mezo."

This wasn't anything new, you had already been comfortable enough to call him by his given name when the two of you were on your own but this was the first time he had requested you to say it before you got a chance to speak it.

He beat you to the punch. How unlike him.

You blushed, arching your back into his touch as he gripped your waist and drew you close to him to warm you up, heat flooding to your lower regions without permission at his low voice. "Mezo."

He groaned, his head falling into the crook of your neck at how intimate his name sounded when it fell from your lips. Physical affection wasn't rare between you two, but it largely remained platonic.

Until now. He couldn't suppress it any longer.

Capturing your lips in a heated kiss, he moved over you, unable to stop himself from pinning you to the couch.

"Ahh~" You moaned as he detached himself from your lips, keening as he continued down, pushing his jacket out of the way for better access to your neck. You weren't against this, but it was going too fast. You wanted him to slow down so that you could at least see him. "M-Mezo, w-wait..."

Stifling a groan, he reluctantly parted from your skin, catching your gaze.

Worried he had made you uncomfortable, he questioned, "Do you not want this?"

After you shook your head so violently that he was surprised you didn't knock into anything, he raised an eyebrow when you didn't express anything else.

"Then what's wrong?" Shoji asked lowly, voice gravelly and giving away just how much of an effect you had on him.

You bit your lip shyly at how you probably looked. Spread out for him, flushed to the core and panting. Your mind was racing. He had kissed you.

"S-Someone could walk in," You objected, stammering as you were only half aware that you guys were in the common area. "Don't you think we should— holy shit!!"

While you were protesting, he took the opportunity to latch onto the sweet spot under your neck, sucking harshly.

You couldn't help but whimper, your hands splayed against his broad chest as he continued to paint your skin with splotches of purple and pink.

"Mezo, come on, we should— eep!!"

Fed up with your objections as it hindered his passionate onslaught to your supple skin, Shoji hooked your legs around his waist, his huge hands cupping your ass as he practically sprinted to his room.

This time, your lips descended onto his, connecting the two of you together all the way there. You rocked against his hard-on pressed in between your bodies, moaning into his mouth as your core throbbed with need.

A growl ripped from the back of his throat as you did, and he leaned down to lay you on his bed, never separating himself from you for a second.

Cupping his face with both of your hands, you parted your lips, letting him explore your hot cavern. He slotted his body between your hips.

The two of you groaned in tandem as one of your hands slithered down to cup the stiff bulge and you whimpered when he pressed his knee against your clothed core. The pressure made slick pool in your panties and caused it to stick uncomfortably to your wet folds.

"Y/N..." He breathed shakily, his eyes clouded, giving away how much you affected him. "Can I—"

"Yes, please." You cut him off, unable to wait a second longer. "Please, Mezo, fuck me?"

Shoji's eyes widened and his cock got impossibly harder, straining against the confinements of his pants as he heard you beg for him. Beg for his cock to fill you up.

Fuck, that was so hot.

Your core was already throbbing with the need to have him inside of you. If he didn't do something soon you were sure you were going to combust.

Seeing his hesitancy as his fingers danced along the waistband of your pants, you quickly got tired of waiting and undressed by yourself, throwing your clothes in an uncaring heap onto the floor.

His eyes grew round in awe as your bare skin, breasts and that special place between your legs was revealed for him to freely drink in as you laid out before him, not an ounce of shame coloring your cheeks, save for the pink tips of your ears.

Cute.

Your back arched as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, his big hands kneading the soft flesh, going harder when your response spurred him on. You whined as he flicked the pebbled tit, crying out as he bit down on it gently, a shock shooting through your system.

Shoji was studying every single one of your reactions to his touch, drinking it up as his eyes devoured you with barely restrained hunger.

"So... you like to be treated roughly..." He mused as he pulled upwards, your body following his touch as he let go of your breasts abruptly. "That's very interesting."

You whimpered in protest but that faded as he took his shirt off, the defined and sculpted muscle enough to make you forget what you were about to complain about. He was ripped, his torso flexing powerfully as he threw his shirt in the direction of the growing pile of clothes.

Licking your lips, you pulled him down to his level as he hastily undid the button of his pants, shoving it just past his hips so that his cock sprang free.

Your jaw dropped. He wasn't wearing underwear?!

Aside from that, he was fucking huge. How was even going to fit inside of you?!

You weren't given any time to dwell on his size as a finger probed your entrance. Your hands shot down to his wrist instinctively.

"M-Mezo, I'm s-sensitive—!!"

You cut off with a cry as he slipped it in, stretching you out.

Shoji closed his eyes, trying to restrain himself but you were just so hot and tight, pulsing around his finger like nothing else he ever felt.

"Is it too much?" He asked caringly, kissing you to ease you through it. You were unbelievable tight, he could already feel you clenching down on his single digit. "Do you want to stop?"

If your mind wasn't clouded with lust, you would've picked up on the subtle teasing lilt of his voice, as though he already knew what you were going to say.

"No..." You protested, squeezing your eyes shut, unknowingly doing exactly what he expected.

You could take it. You wanted him to make you take it.

Your eyes widened as he cursed behind you and that was when you realized that you said that last part out loud.

Oops. You were really in for it now.

You gasped in surprise as his hands released your wrists, but it was only temporary as he hooked your legs around his waist before he was immobilizing you again. Struggling slightly even though you were clearly overpowered, you begged for him to let you touch him before you died but he refused, shutting you up with a passionate kiss that stole your breath away.

Your body lurched and you wailed as he finally sank into your cunt, moaning and panting like a dog in heat as he sheathed his massive member all the way inside of your spasming channel.

A broken whimper of his name fell from your lips as his hips finally pressed flush against your ass, mewling as his balls rested against your puckered hole. You buried your face into his neck, ashamed of your reaction. He had barely done anything yet and already you felt like you were on the brink of cumming.

"Mezo—" You warned breathlessly, mouth gaping at the sheer size of him, your hole struggling to adjust. "Ngh!!"

Shoji braced himself up on his forearms, swearing under his breath as you clamped down around him. His fingers laced with yours from where he was still pinning your arms over your head, bending down to kiss you in order to distract you from the stretch.

You were hot, tight, and squeezing him with so much force, he already felt like he was going to cum. Stuttering out your name, he hissed as you clenched around him again.

"Y-Y/N, stop— don't do that." He begged, one of his hands fisting in your hair as he held onto his last thread of restraint while you adjusted to his size.

"C-Can't help it, Mezo." You whimpered, scratching his broad back as you fought the urge to arch your hips, knowing that was just going to encourage him to move before you were ready. "You... You're so big."

He had never prided himself on things like this, by how much he received praise or compliments from others so that he didn't have to question the authenticity of it, preferring most times to simply acknowledge it then let it go so that it didn't go to his head.

But he couldn't help it with you. There was something about the way you said it that ignited a flame of passion inside of him and it could not be put out.

Your nails dug into his back and a moan ripped from your throat as you felt him swell inside of you, catching on your walls without even trying.

"M-Mezo?!" You cried out in shock. "Why are you getting, oh fuck—"

A guttural groan sounded in the empty space and he let go of you, straightening up.

"You're so tight and warm." Shoji moaned, his left hand fisting the sheets as he gave a few experimental rolls of his hips, the other caressing your hip while his eyes fixated on where the two of you were joined together. "You feel like heaven, Y/N."

You squeaked in mortification as he said that, clapping a hand over your mouth as he thrusted into you harder, unable to contain the sounds spilling out of your mouth any longer. He felt so good inside of you. Pulsing and hot, thick and hard, it was a wonder how you were delirious with pleasure on his cock.

"Fuck..." You hissed through clenched teeth, your eyes tightly screwed shut.

Shoji stilled instantly, worried he had hurt you. His eyes scanned over your flushed face in concern.

"Are you alright? Do you want to stop?" He asked quickly and would've pulled out of you if your legs didn't lock around his hips, preventing him from even thinking about it a second longer.

You desperately shook your head then yanked him down to your level.

"Go fast, Mezo, fuck me hard." You pleaded. "Please."

There was no time to feel embarrassed by the words that came out of your mouth as he obliged instantly. Stars blinded your vision and you arched into his touch as he fucked you with a vigor that wasn't present before.

Shoji slammed your wrists down above your head and he kissed you hard, all of it teeth and tongue as he licked away your whimpers before they could break the symphony of wet skin slapping against skin that broke through the still atmosphere of his room.

Both of you were glad everyone was gone for the day because with how much noise you were making, it was clear what was going on.

His lips glossed over your pulse point, licking and sucking at the flushed skin there, marking you once again.

You shivered at the sensation of having him pressed against you and yet still attending to you with the same care you had come to expect from him. Your best friend now turned lover. If this was going to be more than a one-time deal.

"Mezo!!" You cried out as he finally pulled away from your neck, satisfied with the purple that bloomed there.

Shoji's teeth sank into your shoulder as he came deep inside of you, painting your walls with hot, thick and sticky ropes of cum.

You whimpered as he emptied in your ripe cunt, his release setting off yours and the powerful shockwaves of your orgasm crashed over you like a tsunami, causing your body to tremble uncontrollably. The copious amounts of his cum leaked out the instant he pulled out of you and your hole fluttered, no longer having his length to stuff you to the brim. You felt a bit sad now that you were left empty, and sat up, thinking that you guys were done.

How wrong you were.

You didn't have to look down to see that he was still hard as his cock pressed against your inner thigh the moment he kissed you again.

"Mezo?!" You shrieked, moaning wantonly against his lips as he moved over you once more. "How are you still hard?!"

He groaned, obviously in discomfort for having been denied even though he just came. "I'm sorry, Y/N, I need to cum again to make it go down."

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips at the sight of the leaking head and you moved to try and suck him off, wanting nothing more than the taste of him on your tongue as he shot his last load inside your mouth but he shook his head and stopped you short.

"You don't have to do that." Shoji said quickly, his cheeks flushing pink as he imagined you with your ass up as your cheeks were stuffed with his cock. Fuck, you'd look so good like that. But he had something else in mind.

Your eyes had glazed over a long time ago from the pleasure that he delivered to your system.

"I want to." You implored, batting your eyes at him, pupils blown wide.

Shoji surged forward, kissing you harder than last time and you melted into his touch. Any other time, he wouldn't fight you on it. But he didn't want to make you work any harder, even if it looked like you really wanted to suck him off. For now, he was content just to see you like this.

Spread out in front of him for only his eyes to see.

"Can you lay like this, Y/N?" He asked, gently maneuvering you onto your tummy and perking your rear up as a hand trailed down your spine to get you into the position he wanted to see you in. "I'll finish quickly."

You moaned quietly, still turned on and horny from before. Even though he had satisfied you so completely, there was a part of you that still longed to have him again.

You wanted him to stuff his cock in you like this.

So you couldn't help but mess with him a bit as the slick sounds of him jerking himself off started and breathy moans fell from his lips. You could go another round for him.

Poking out your ass a bit more, you smiled to yourself as his breath hitched and his movements stuttered. Swaying it from side to side purposefully to entice him, you were shocked when it worked a little too well, bringing out the beast in the tame boy that was your best friend.

Your eyes shot open and your jaw dropped open in a soundless cry as he pushed into you without warning, sinking his fat cock balls-deep into your pussy still quivering with the aftershocks of your last orgasm.

"Mezo!! Ahhh—" You cried out, caught off guard but unbelievably turned on so much that it filled you with shame.

A messy mixture of your juices and his thick cum pushed out of you as he rammed into you all the way to the hilt and all the oxygen disappeared from your lungs.

The sloppy sounds of your cunt making as he fucked you into his bed had you gripping onto his pillow and slamming it against your face to curb all the noises that were tearing from your throat.

It was yanked out of your grasp a second later.

"Don't hide, let me hear you." Shoji begged, unable to help himself from shoving his cock into the deepest parts of your little cunny. You looked so pretty spread out underneath him like this, at his mercy entirely as he pinned you down. Your arousal ran down your thighs as he continued to fuck you, his fat cock stuffing your hole perfectly.

Like you were made for him.

He threw his head back, he redoubled his efforts to make you feel as good as your pussy was making him feel.

"You look so beautiful when you're taking my cock like this." Shoji whispered to himself in awe, disbelieving that his dream was finally coming true after all this time as he watched his length disappear into you over and over again, completely entranced. "Feels so good, hhgh—!!"

Your hole fluttered around his thick girth, struggling to take his size as he pumped in and out of you at an alarming speed.

Whining, you could do nothing else but take it as he pounded you raw and rough, his hips slapping into your ass with a vigor that blanked your mind and left you gasping at the sensation.

Your wrists, still pinned down by his hands as his duplicated gripped your hips for stability as he got you closer to that peak, strained against his strength as the pressure built up in your stomach. "Mezo...'m gonna... gonna—"

"Gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Cream your cunny on my cock?" Shoji murmured, reducing his thrusts to sharp ruts, focusing all his attention on that little spot that made you see stars. "C'mon, give me one more. I need it."

That did it.

Your orgasm washed over you and your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your body trembling violently as he continued to push your limits, pumping in and out of you erratically before emptying himself into you with a deep groan.

Face flushed and eyes glassy, stilling rolling back from the throws of the intensity of your orgasm, you panted, twisting back to meet him in a kiss much softer and more loving than all the previous ones.

Now that his pent up frustration had been dealt with in the best possible way, he pulled out of you with a soft grunt, kissing you wordlessly when you whined at the loss of him.

Shoji hushed you softly as he cleaned the mess dripping out of you with a warm washcloth, urging you to go to the bathroom.

You couldn't stand up though, lacking the strength after that very thorough dicking down he gave you. Legs like jelly, you would've collapsed to the floor if he didn't catch you in time, pulling you up to his chest to carry you the rest of the way.

You hid your face in the crook of his neck as he took care of you, seeing as how all your energy was depleted. Slapping his chest halfheartedly in embarrassment as he chuckled when you jolted as he cleaned the sore but achingly sensitive bud between your legs.

Shoji nudged your ear with his nose, murmuring softly. "Are you alright?"

You hummed, eyelids heavy as you started to drift off.

He kissed the top of your head before bringing you back to bed so that you could take a nap. Somewhere between the walk from his bathroom to his bed, you stirred, arising from your light slumber only to be met with a concerned expression.

"Calm down, Mezo," You giggled, pecking him on the lips softly. "I'm good."

His shoulders slumped in relief. He was kind of worried he had broken you after a session like that. Scratching the back of his neck once you laid down, he hesitated before speaking.

"Don't worry me like that again. You're too reckless for your own good." He told you, anxiety resting heavy on his features.

You wiggled your eyebrows at him suggestively. "I don't know... That was a pretty good punishment if you ask me."

Shoji rolled his eyes but a hint of a smile played upon his lips. "I'm serious, Y/N."

Your smile disappeared and you nodded solemnly, sheepish now that you had been chastised.

"I know, I'm sorry." You apologized quietly, remorseful. You hadn't meant to worry him or any of them really. You honestly thought that you could handle it.

You had fought villains before, you thought you could tame a few punk kids who were bullying your little brother. You almost felt ashamed that they had managed to best you.

The initial idea was to capture them and report them to the authorities, since they were a part of a crew who liked to rob stores for fun, but the tables turned on you when they freely used their quirks on you.

Luckily, you had been able to dodge most of them, only sustaining minor damage from an attack you hadn't avoided in time.

Shoji knelt down by the bedside and your brow furrowed when he didn't climb under the covers with you.

"Mezo?" You squeaked when he engulfed you in a hug, all your insecurities melting away as his warmth flooded you.

He trembled as you said his name but otherwise didn't move. Instead, he mumbled something against your neck and you laughed.

"I can't quite hear you." You teased him, prying him away to get a good look at his eyes. They were swirling with an unknown emotion and you swallowed hard. "What's wrong?"

Shoji stared at you, his gaze boring into your soul as he took down all your walls you had built up around your heart to protect yourself with an ease that shocked you.

"Rely on me." He murmured, lacing his fingers with yours and gulping at how small your hands were compared to his. "I want you to rely on me like..."

You couldn't breathe. It sounded like...

"Like what?" You prompted breathlessly, not daring to hope that he was going to say what you so longed to hear from him.

His cheeks pinked and he turned away from you. "Nothing."

Your heart sank into your chest and you visibly deflated.

"Oh..." You said softly, expression saddening when he refused to look at you.

Gathering the sheets around you to cover your naked body, you suppressed a shiver as the cold air got through and you blindly reached around for your clothes on the floor.

Shoji's mouth pressed in a hard line and he shook his head. Any other time, he would be there to help you but not now. Not when his mind was racing with the possibilities of what could go wrong if he confessed his true feelings for you right here and now.

It was overwhelming him and he felt overtaken by fear that you would reject him, destroying the close friendship you had.

But...

"Y/N."

You straightened up, fumbling with the sheet as it accidentally slipped. But you blushed when Shoji draped his shawl over you, his scent filling your nose and you tripped over your words, thoroughly flustered for some kind of explanation as to why you were reacting like you were back in your first year of high school.

"I like you."

You balked, jaw dropping open in shock.

Shoji actually jumped back, startled as you swore in front of him.

"You're kidding."

His brow furrowed in confusion and he crossed his arms. "No, I'm perfectly serious."

You shook your head. There was no way that he, the coolest, most respectable and kindest guy you have ever met and had the privilege of calling your best friend, liked you back.

But judging by that affronted look on his face, you might've jumped to conclusions too soon.

Warily, you approached him, abandoning the search for your clothes.

You hastily apologized. "I'm sorry, I guess it's hard to believe how someone like you would be interested in me."

Now in front of him, you had a chance to see how much he towered over you. It was different from when you would hang out in each other's rooms where he would crouch down on the floor or sit on a chair so that the height difference wasn't so obvious.

But you felt safe as he curled his arms around you tentatively, even though it was such a contrast to how he was fucking the brains out of you earlier.

"Well, I do." Shoji murmured into your hair as he brought you in for a hug, firm and unyielding in his feelings for you even though you had yet to say anything.

You hadn't said it back but you hadn't shot him down either. He didn't know if it was foolish to hope for a chance that you would want to be with him too, or perhaps, oh no, had he made you uncomfortable?

Maybe you weren't saying anything because you didn't know how to reject—

"I like you too." You mumbled into his chest.

This time, Shoji was the one to do a double take. "Y/N?!"

"Oh hush." You said, hiding your face from his frantic gaze so that he couldn't see how red your face was. Confessing feelings was exhausting and now you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with your new boyfriend.

Shoji's chest rumbled underneath your fingertips and just when you thought your face couldn't burn anymore out of embarrassment and shyness, he leaned back and tipped your chin up.

"I'm glad you return my feelings." He smiled, a pure smile that radiated the most wholesome level of happiness possible and your heart skipped a beat.

You found you mirrored his joy instinctively, it was contagious. And when he closed the distance to kiss you once more, it sealed a pact that would stay forever and could never be broken.

"I think I'll have to be more reckless from now on." You breathed when he finally pulled away and a small pout formed on his lips.

"Y/N..." Shoji warned, not finding your joke funny in the slightest.

You giggled, looping your arms around his neck as you stood on your tiptoes, booping his nose with yours. "I'm kidding, but I do think it was worth it."

He raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

You grinned, a cheeky smile that told him he hadn't seen the last of your mischief.

"Because it finally got you to confess."

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okay but nowwww lovely i forgot to tell u I was happy that u passed ur exams shame on me 😔😔😔

so first of all : YEYYYYYY U PASSED UR EXAMS KZYZKZJZJZJZ 💘💘💘

second of all , I saw that ur request r open so can u do a angst to fluff (LMAOOOOO ALWAYS ASKING FOR ANGST TO FLUFF ) with Kyotani (if u feel like writing for him) like fighting with his s/o or something :D

i feel like I’m the only one asking for request I request sm I don’t even remember how many post I requested lmaoooo😭

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# — fighting with his s/o

includes: k. kyotani x gn!reader

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: swearing, just pure pain

a/n: HI BBY it’s okay!! thank u sm, and no worries about asking for requests!! i’m always happy to do them for you, i hope you like this! <3 also this is my first time writing for kyotani lol

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akaashi's oikawa's tendou's iwaizumi's bokuto's

it's evident at this point to realize that kyotani had a temper. he's always been competitive, always questioned authority and anyone who was older than him, always wore a hard look on his face anywhere he went.

the only time that scary look went away was when he was with you.

when you and him first got together, you were very intimidated by his presence. he always had a frown on his face, eyebrows furrowed, and pulling it altogether with his death glare. but as soon as his fiery gaze met yours, they softened. he looked at you like he'd never looked at anyone before; with adoration.

it wasn't new whenever you had to deal with his anger. kyotani had trouble expressing his emotions, more so with keeping them in check and taking them out on the wrong person. that person has ended up being you more times than you could count. but, you knew in the end that he never meant what he said, regardless of how much it chipped away at your heart piece by piece. you knew he loved you.

unfortunately, tonight was going to be another night of screaming and vicious words spewing from your boyfriend's mouth.

kyotani had come home in a foul mood. he doesn't even know why. he had a decent day today, only a couple things and people annoying him. but, sometimes people get in moods and they don't know why.

you, being ever so observant, immediately picked up on the sour look on his face, his frown more evident than usual. you timidly walked up to him as he was taking his shoes off, his eyes avoiding yours.

"you okay, 'taro?" you asked hesitantly.

his piercing gaze flicked to yours for a split second before he grunted in response, shoving past you to the kitchen. you stood there dumbfounded, wracking your brain for things you did that might've made him upset. you came up with nothing.

you followed him to the kitchen, seeing him looking through the refrigerator, you assumed, with hopes of finding something to eat. "u-um, there's dinner in the microwave... i made your favorite."

you were met with silence as you watched him go to the microwave, your heart being suffocated from the tension in your dainty kitchen. kyotani could feel your pleading gaze, hoping to get some type of interaction out of him. the thing is, he didn't feel like talking right now, could you not pick up the hints? the one thing he forgets sometimes is that you're not a mind reader, and you couldn't possibly know what's going on through his head unless he says something.

"'taro... is everything okay?" you asked once more.

when he didn't answer yet again, you walked up to him to place a hand on his shoulder. but when you did, he turned around to snatch your wrist, the tight grip making you yelp out in surprise.

"i didn't think you were this blind, but can't you tell i want to be left alone right now?! god, you're relentless y/n. leave me alone," he spat, turning back around to continue eating his dinner, letting go of your wrist.

you felt tears prick at your eyes, your other hand rubbing your wrist gently to ease the slight pain. you took a deep breath to not break down in front of him, fearing that it'll only make his mood worse.

you tried one last time.

"baby, i can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong. did you have a bad day? did i do something to-"

kyotani slammed his silverware against the counter, turning around once again. the look he gave you was bone-chilling; filled with pure rage. you took a couple steps away from him, fearing that this was going to end in another argument.

"i'm going to say this one last time," he says darkly, "i don't fucking need you pestering me and asking if i'm okay. i don't need you to coddle me like i'm some baby. what i need is to be left alone, and what i certainly don't need is you."

you gasped at his last sentence, the tears falling freely down your cheeks. your boyfriend didn't spare a glance at you as he turned back around to grab his plate, leaving the kitchen. you covered your hand over your mouth to silence your sobs.

you had a hard time wrapping your mind over what the fuck just happened. were you really that overbearing? you were just trying to help. and the fact that he blatantly told you he didn't need you and simply walked away without a second glance really fucking hurt.

you stood in your own misery for a few minutes before you snapped out of it, grabbing your keys and putting your shoes on before walking out the door, not even caring if he heard you or not.

but he did, and as soon as he heard the door slam shut, he felt this weird feeling start to bloom in his chest. it felt heavy, out of place, like his heart was literally sinking.

"guilt," he presumed.

he started to think back to not only tonight's argument... god should he even consider it as an argument since you didn't fight back? you just stood there and took his harsh words, visualizing your glassy eyes and trembling lip. you looked so hurt, so sad when you were only trying to ease his anger.

he held his head low, clenching his fists at his sides when he thought of how much of an idiot he was. the slamming of the front door echoed in his head.

"what i certainly don't need is you."

his heart was filled with even more dread when he put two and two together. your broken figure, his harsh words, the sound of your keys jingling in the tense air, the door...

he scrambled to find his phone, lifting blankets and pushing off pillows. he finally spotted it on the dresser of the bedroom. he felt like his heart couldn't sink anymore when he saw no messages from you. he feared the worst. he pulled up your contact, dialing your number and putting the phone up to his ear, biting his thumb nail due to the anxiety building up.

you didn't answer the first time, so he tried again. and again. and again.

he threw his head back in frustration, mumbling out a "pick up the damn phone." could he really blame you though?

he tried calling you one last time, the line ringing once, twice, before it went silent for a second. he thought you had sent him to voicemail before he heard your angelic voice travel through his ears.

"kentaro, stop calling me. i don't want to talk to you right now," you snapped.

"no wait- please come home! i'm sorry for what i said, i didn't mean it! i-"

"kyotani."

kyotani? you never call him by his last name. that's when he knew he was in deep shit.

you let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. you had gone out to take a walk in order to ease your emotions. you felt numb, angry, hurt, sad, you didn't deserve to be treated this way. you wished he was better at communicating how he feels with you. you've always been patient with him, but sometimes he needs a little prying in order to feel comfortable with communicating something as vulnerable as his feelings. you guessed you pried too much this time.

"babe?" he sounded broken, it made your heartache.

"i'll be back in a few minutes, we're having a conversation when i come back. okay?" you said sternly.

you both bid your goodbyes and you dreadfully started walking back to your home.

you were right when you said you'd only be a few minutes, walking in to see the blonde sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, his right knee bouncing up and down nervously. his head shot up when he heard the door open, his blood running cold when he saw your exhausted form. none of you said anything as you walked to sit next to him, putting a reasonable amount of space between you two.

none of you knew where to start. none of your fights had ever gotten this bad, and you didn't want to make him feel bad with your concerns. but, it was better to confront the problem now than to have to experience it all over again.

"you really hurt my feelings today, 'taro," you started.

he felt a slight wave of relief when you called him his nickname. this was progress... sort of.

"i-" he cleared his throat when his voice trembled, "i know, and i'm so sorry."

you let out a sniffle, feeling his stare as he tried to read how you were feeling. a small tear slipped from your eye, but you wiped it away before he could see.

"i wish you would just talk to me. you know i love you and i want to help you. i've always been patient, but in order for this, us, to work, you need to put in effort," you stated, finally meeting his eyes.

he gulped, his hands shaking as he reach for yours. thankfully, you let them intertwine.

"i know. i just..." he was having a hard time putting it into words, "it's just hard. i shouldn't expect you to know how i'm feeling when i don't even tell you in the first place."

you nodded in agreement, encouraging him to continue.

"i love you so much. and i know i'm ass at expressing that, or expressing any emotion besides anger for that matter, " you let out a small laugh at that, a grin creeping up onto his handsome face.

"i don't want you to leave me. i know the words i said before hurt you, and i can't take it back, but i'll prove to you from this day on that i do need you. i always will."

you felt a few more tears slip, kyotani removing one of his hands to wipe them away.

"i'm sorry, baby. i'll make it up to you," he stated, pulling you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck.

"i promise."

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Are You Wet Right Now?

heeseung x fem! reader

thanks for 120+ followers here's a smut that's been collecting dust (^^) as always pls ignore any errors

overview: kinda cold authority figure mr.lee😩 idk, oral (male receiving), filming sexual activities... idk what it's called, corruption kink kinda?? age gap, both legal

word count: 2.2k

the room was filled with an uncomfortable silence as you sat in mr.lee's office. you had been called down for a reason in which you didn't want to know since there were so many things you could have been called for. neither of you spoke as you looked at him, seeing he had a serious look on his face while typing on his computer. just the sight of it was making you more scared to be in there. "do you know why you're here?" he asked finally as he slowly looked at you.

displeasure began to fill the air as you sat there trying to figure out what you'd recently done. of course, to your bad luck, nothing was clicking. you shook your head silently, avoiding eye contact with him. "hm.. really?" he pressed, being discontent with your response. you were unsure now, but your answer stayed the same.

"well, you were caught smoking and drinking on campus, darling," he said, making your breath hitch. to say you were terrified was an understatement. you were absolutely mortified. you began to wonder how this could have happened. your friends swore that they had found all the camera's blind spots. hell, you were even sure of it yourself. you felt your heart begin to race as you looked at him. his emotions weren't as clear as yours were.

you were going to get in real trouble this time. "look. you already know school policy. we're going to have to notify your parents," though you knew this would eventually happen, you were stunned as if this was something new to you. you looked at him in dismay, thinking of any way to get out of the situation.

"what?! you can't do that! look… i..im sorry, mr.lee. i promise i won't do it on campus ever again," you pleaded, worried about the punishments you would get if your parents were to find out. it was eating you alive sitting there knowing you knew you'd be a goner soon.

"sorry isn't going to fix things, ms.l/n," heeseung turned away from you and went back to his computer. "i get it, really. school is hard, but why couldn't you just relieve your stress somewhere else?" he began typing the report on his computer; a small smile tugged at his lips every time he would glance over to you who was stiff as a board, looking at a loss.

"please, sir! i'll do anything, just please don't tell my parents..." you begged on the verge of tears. you've already been getting in trouble with your parents because of your professors, but now the highest position of power of the school? they would be sure to kick you out.

you didn't realize what your words had done to him until you heard his breath hitch, as well as his fingers going still from typing. his lips formed a thin line before he got up swiftly walking toward the door. "anything, huh..." he smirked, locking the door as you watched his back.

you were confused to say the least, but you mustered up a quick yes. "i'll have to lock the door if that's the case." this time you didn't say anything. you just watched as he walked back to his desk, pulling out a camera, eyes widening in the process.

he set it up before walking to stand in front of you. "you'll really do anything?" he asked. you nodded, not saying anything. his gaze was intimidating, and you didn't know if you liked it or not. "i want you to know that if you back out i'll have to finish the report. answer with words, darling."

"i-ill do whatever it is, just please..." you looked down at the floor only for him to lift your head up with his finger on your chin. "good girl," he said, giving you a comforting smile to which you returned.

"i want to record it to look back at later." he whispered before he hit the record button on the camera. the smile left his face, being replaced by a stern look. it made your heart race with all kinds of anticipation. "unbutton your shirt, baby," he ordered, making your heart race.

tears began to well in your eyes as you quickly started fumbling with the buttons. "don't rush, it's okay. it's just you and me.... and the camera," he said in an attempt to comfort your bit of uneasiness as he intently watched your every move. you couldn't help but to let the tears spill as you stopped unbuttoning your shirt for a second, feeling embarrassed. "don't cry, you wanted this."

you sighed, slowing the unbuttoning process. once the shirt was unbuttoned you shamefully dropped it on the floor next to you. he stood still, eyeing you carefully before he spoke again. "now get up and take your skirt off." you felt so small now, contemplating on whether you should listen or not. "if you don't want to do it, we'll both get in trouble," he spoke out. he was right, and you didn't want any of that.

standing up, you unzipped the side of your skirt letting it fall to your ankles. you carefully kicked it next to your shirt before sitting back down. he stayed quiet, you noticed his demeanor changing, though you couldn't read it. "spread your legs," he ordered, his tone staying the same, low and demanding. you obliged, slowly opening your legs open in the chair.

his breath hitched as he eyed you once again. "now get rid of the bra." you looked at him horrified, you wanted to cry more.

"why are you acting surprised? you should've known this was next," his voice held no mercy speaking to you. closing your legs, you began to unbuckle the bra from behind, adding it to the pile of clothes you created.

the cool air made your nipples harden, you tried to bite back any more tears that had threatened to spill. now, you weren't going to cry out of fear, but out of embarrassment. this was the first time somebody has ever been able to look at your body in this way. and the way he looked at you with an unreadable expression worsened it. you felt insecure.

he breathily sighed. "who told you to close your legs?" slowly opening your legs again, you hadn't even realized that you closed them to begin with. he looked down and bit his lip. "are...are you wet right now?" he asked, making you glance down.

of course. you knew you were trying your best to be reluctant, but you couldn't help but to find him attractive. you always had feelings for him, now these feelings were raw and apparent to the both of them. and you were embarrassed. "y/n... i thought you were just a bad girl. but you're worse... you're a dirty girl," he said palming his bulge, throwing his head back at the feeling.

"take them off," he managed to breathe out. you nodded, slowly pulling them down, way slower than you had with your other clothes. the change in the atmosphere made you enjoy yourself more. the desperateness he was starting to show fueled the ego you were so sure you had lost only a few minutes before.

now it was you making him come undone. "you're driving me crazy. go faster." you smiled pulling them all the way down, some juices separating with the panties as you discarded them to the clothing pile. "god, have you done this before?" he asked, to which you shook your head.

yes, you always found yourself reading about these things happening in books, but god it felt better being able to actually do them in real life. he walked over to you, kneeling down where your legs were open, allowing himself to take in your natural aroma. "hmm.. so pretty.." he mumbled before he planted a small kiss on your clit, standing up again.

he positioned himself nicely in front of the camera before unbuckling his belt. he unbuttoned the button and unzipped the zipper before pulling his pants all the way off. you watched carefully, seeing how hard he had become. you grew nervous when he started to tug at the hem of his boxers. "wait!" you said abruptly, making him stop and look at you. "i've...uh.. i've never... really seen..."

"you've never seen a dick before?" his eyebrows furrowed while another smile formed on his full lips. you nodded feeling small under his gaze once again, all your confidence left your body. heeseung smiled at the fact that he was the one getting to take away a part of your innocence. usually he wasn't into those kinds of things, but knowing he'd have to be patient for once while he leads the way... it made him rethink why he wasn't interested in it before.

on the contrary to both of your thoughts, a part of you was cursing your parents for the child-lock they had on all your devices. and with them with 24/7 access to your wifi and search data, it was impossible to get around it. they're the reason you don't know anything sexually the way other girls your age do apart from the books you read.

"get on your knees and take your time, baby," you nodded, getting out of the chair to position yourself in front of his lower region. he pulled his boxers down fully, and started stroking his cock with one hand while he used the other one to push down on your bottom lip as a signal to open your mouth.

"look at this," he said, slowing down his strokes with a small hiss. "you're the reason why i'm so painfully hard. aren't you gonna fix it?" his words were still stern, but when you looked in his eyes, you saw a change. god, he was looking at you with desperateness and admiration... the way you had always looked at him.

you removed his hand, immediately replacing it with your own as you stroked it the way you saw him doing it. he was huge. you didn't think you'd be able to please him the way he'd be expecting and it worried you. yet even with your insecure thoughts, he threw his head back at your movements, smiling at you with hooded lids.

"fuck... yeah, just like that..." apart of heeseung felt like this wasn't enough. but for you, he was going to ease into it. "h-how is it for your first time?" he asked. you looked up at him with your doe eyes and smiled. "it's... bigger than i anticipated." he smiled at that.

"do you like it, though?" he breathily asked, to which you nodded. you couldn't lie, you were really enjoying yourself now that the situation is in your hands, at your will. "now, start sucking," he said, making you smile, nodding as you opened your mouth allowing him to enter himself gently.

you began sucking as best as you could, though he seemed dissatisfied. "don't use your teeth...and try swirling your tongue." you took his advice as he gave it. the pants and small moans he let out were more than lovely, it encouraged you to take in more of him, which pleased him even more. he grabbed a handful of your hair, looking in your eyes for permission to which you granted.

"if it hurts you can pull away," he said almost lovingly to which you responded with a nod. he began to slowly thrust in your mouth, gripping your hair to keep a steady pace. again, his head was thrown back as small moans left his lips. "god, you're amazing," he quickened the pace. "fuck, y/n. you're doing so good, you're doing so good."

you loved every second of it. though you got choked up and gagged at times, you felt so good, this felt so good. you tried your best to keep your sucking in sync with the thrusts, hoping it would emit more pleasured sounds from which worked.

"i can't- i can't hold back. i'm gonna cum," not even a second after he announced it, a warm stream of liquid flowed down your throat making you choke up again. he thrust a few more times before he pulled out again, not being able to stand the pain of overstimulation.

"get up," he ordered sternly. you stood up looking into his eyes. he wiped the mixture of tears, saliva, and semen off of your face before grabbing your chin to look up to him. the two of you stared into each other's eyes before he pulled you into a kiss.

you two kissed for a while before he pulled away to look you in the eyes. "you did so good, baby. especially for your first time..."

he trailed off as soon as he saw how you were dripping onto the floor. "am i the reason for that?" he asked, making your face feel hot. "you're so dirty..." he reached down with his fingers, taking a swab of some of your juices to his tongue, tasting it. "it tastes good, too... everything about you is delicious.. you're driving me crazy.."

he pulled you in for another kiss, this time you took your opportunity to add tongue to which he didn't deny. when he pulled away he pulled some of your hair out of your face. "maybe this can be a weekly thing...next time... ill please you."

"yes sir..." you replied, going to pick your clothes up. he recorded up until the both of them put their clothes back on. he pulled you close to him by your waist, looking you in the eye. "don't worry about the video, it's for our eyes only...now get back to class."

[twjournals]

What's Wrong is Right

This is the sequel to So Wrong It's Right.

The finale: The Right Place

Warning: dark!Peter Parker x reader, age gap BUT BOTH CHARACTERS ARE OF AGE, DUB-NON, pregnancy, mentions of abortion

PLEASE READ MY WARNING BEFORE CONTINUING. I am not responsible for your media consumption. Any and ALL negativity will be blocked. The majority of my content is 18+.

Word Count: 7k

Summary: You’re an old troubled friend of May’s. Your life consists of being a workaholic, a party animal, and bringing home the shittest of guys for a one-hit-wonder. Just when you get your life in order, you’re knocked right back into your old habits. Peter has watched you suffer long enough. He can make it all better.

Taglist: @discoverwhattheworldhastooffer

Things could not have felt any better than they did right now. You were still sound asleep beside him on the bed. You were so peaceful when you sleep, so perfect. Even with your hair a mess and what was left of your make-up on your face Peter still thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

As much as he could sleep, he did not want to miss a second of you. He longed to touch you again, to kiss you awake and go another round or two. He could stay the whole day in bed with you if you would let him. The thought of you coming undone underneath him replayed in his mind and his cock twitched in response. He needed to calm himself down, but that felt nearly impossible around you. The only thing stopping him was the fact he knew you needed the rest.

Peter laid on his side, taking in the sight of you. He could not understand how guys would use you the way they do, how they could hurt you and be okay with it. He could not understand the type of guys you went after either. They were all the same. It was almost like you were signing yourself up to get hurt. Peter just wanted to take all that pain away. He wanted to be the guy you needed. He was the guy you needed.

He let a sigh before pressing a warm kiss to your head. Sleep had finally won the battle. He let his eyes fall shut as his arms held your sleeping figure close. If only he could fall asleep like this every night.

When you awoke, the sun was shining bright the small cracks in your blinds, and seemed even brighter than usual considering your hangover. You rub your head as it ached. If there was one thing you did not miss about drinking, it was this.

You froze still when you felt the grasp around your body grow a little snugger. You were scared to see who was in bed with you. You tried to think for a moment, thinking back to last night. It was such a faint memory, a blur. Could it have been your ex? There was no way. Even drunk, you would not have fallen into that trap. You peaked over your shoulder, instant regrets washing over you. What had you done? You were in fact naked so there was no doubt what you had done last night.

May was going to kill you.

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand beside you as if on queue and you glanced over at it. Oh my god, May! You were dead. Your heart was beating so hard it could have beat out of your chest. You were panicking. You carefully eased out of Peter's grasp to keep from waking him, resting his arm back on the bed. You grabbed a big shirt you had still laying on your floor and a pair of underwear from your dresser before hurrying out the door, closing it behind you.

You tugged your shirt in a hurry before you answered it on the final ring. "Hello?" You tried to play it cool, holding your phone against your ear with your shoulder as you pulled your panties up your legs.

"Good morning sunshine. How are you feeling?" She greeted you.

You started down the hallway to the kitchen. You would feel the aching of your core with every step you took. "Tired." You admitted, moving behind the counter to start a pot of coffee.

"I bet. You needed last night though with everything going on." You bit your bottom lip.

You could not agree more, but you wondered to yourself just much of it as actually needed. You leaned against the counter, watching the drip of the coffee as it filled the pot. "You're not wrong."

She laughed slightly. "I'm just glad Peter could take you home. I always get nervous when you go home with random strangers." Your teeth sunk further into your bottom lip. "Speaking of Peter, do you know where he is?" Your heart was beating so out of control, you were surprised it wasn’t a heart attack in the making. The thought of losing May as your friend after these years, especially over something as big as this, it pained you.

You had to think and think fast. "I think he mentioned something about going to Ned's. I’m not entirely sure though.” You reached into the cupboard to retrieve a mug. "He probably stayed the night." You lied, trying to control your breathing as you poured yourself a cup of coffee. You prayed to yourself in hopes that your lie would be enough. Or what if she already knew Peter was still at your apartment? No, no, she could not have, not sounding this collected.

"I should have guessed that. I'll try to call him again later." She sighed. "I just worry about him sometimes."

"I'm sure he's fine. He's not a kid anymore, May." You reminded her, though a part of you felt like it was a reminder to you as well. If he had not have been who he was, maybe this all would have been a different situation but not when your friendship was on the line.

"I know, I know. It's just the Aunt in me I suppose"

You mixed in your cream and sugar and stirred. "It's Peter and Ned we're talking about, May. They were probably up playing video games all night."

"You're right." She finally admitted. "Well, I'm sorry for waking you. I just wanted to check on you."

"No worries. Let me know when you hear from him." She agreed before you ended the phone call with a goodbye.

You finally let out a deep breath of air. It felt like you had been holding it the entire time you were on the phone. It would not have surprised you if you had. You did not know where to start or how to make it all make sense. Maybe that was because none of this made sense. Peter could not be anymore more than a friend, especially when he was your best friend's nephew.

How had this even got this far? You had never thought of Peter like this and yet you ended up in bed with him. You held the mug, letting it warm your hands as you stared down at your coffee in thought. Peter had been nothing but good to you, but this had been more than you could have asked for. There was a hole in your heart from another man and you had pushed yourself on Peter last night to try and heal it. That’s what you had made yourself believe. You took had taken advantage of his kindness, took things too far and now you had to get things back in one piece.

This was nothing like the hookups you had in the past. This was Peter. It was not like you would never see him around again. It was not like you could just throw him out and be done with it.

You jumped instantly when Peter's voice pulled you from your thoughts. You pushed yourself off of the counter, taking in the sight of him as he moved across the kitchen over to you.

“Good morning.” He smiled and you glanced at his messy hair sticking up in different directions. It was the perfect mix of bed head and sex hair.

“Hi.” You said shyly. How would you break the news to him? God, how could you get yourself in this situation?

“I was looking forward to waking up to you.” He moved over to you, his arms wrapping around your waist as if this were all normal and pressing a kiss to your jaw. Your eyes met his curiously. What was he thinking this was?

“Peter, I think- I think we need to talk.”

Your breathing was shuttered as he held onto your waist, nudging his nose against your neck.

“Oh? What about?” He looks down at you.

Your free hand was pressed against his chest with a sigh. “Did you want some coffee?” You offered.

His eyes lingered on you for a moment as if he was trying to figure out what you were thinking before letting go of your waist. “No, thank you. Is everything okay?” He tilted his head slightly. You seemed nervous.

You took a hold of his hand, placing your mug down on the counter before leading him into the living room. You brought him over to the couch, sitting down. “So last night… can you tell me what happened? I know we had, ya know, but how?”

His face grew pink with a slight blush. “How?” He repeated your question.

“I mean, did I make you? I know I can be a bit much when I drink.”

“What? No.” He shook his head. “I mean it surprised me, but of course, I wanted you. I’ve always wanted you.”

You grew quiet, trying to process what he was saying. You sighed. "Peter, I-" I tried to gather your thoughts together. "It should have never happened and I'm sorry that it did."

Peter's eyes grew wide as he tried to take in what you were saying, but he could not bring himself around to believe you.

"No. You don't mean that." He shook his head.

You frowned. "I do mean that."

He shook his head again. "You don't. You told me I was good to you. You even said before you hope you meet someone even half amazing as me."

"Peter-"

"You kissed me! How can you say this should have never happened?"

You run your fingers through your knotted hair and pushing it back out of your face with a sigh. "Peter, I was drunk. I wasn't thinking clearly."

"Drunk words are sober thoughts. Even if you hadn't meant to say it, I know you have been thinking about it." He frowned, taking a hold of your chin and tilting your head to look at him. "Why can't you let just accept how you feel? You deserve to be happy."

You turned your head out of his grasp. "That's just it, Peter. I don't know what I'm feeling about anything. I just had my heart broken a week ago by a guy who I thought was my soulmate. I wasn't ready for any of this to happen. I'm sorry I kissed you and confused you."

He could not believe you were saying this. You could not mean this. Not after last night. Not after the word you clung to him. Not after everything you said. It hurt his feelings. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words would not come. He was not sure what to say. He did not want to overstep, but he could not understand how you could easily fall for assholes like Chris and never a good guy like him.

"You are good to me." You admit. "You have taken good care of me in the past, but we can't be anything more than friends. We can't do this again. I feel like I have overstepped a line with May. She wouldn't want this."

"It's not about what she wants." He snaps. "I can make my decisions for myself now. I'm not a kid anymore, Y/N."

"Peter, you will always be a kid to me. You can do so much better than me. Someone closer to your age. Someone who has their life together. You are such a great guy. I know you will make some girl very happy." You smiled reassuringly, though to him none of this was reassuring.

There was no "better than you", even when he was committed to you. He tried to understand that feeling was new to you considering you always felt in competition with other girls. Truth be told, no one came close to comparing to you in his eyes. He wished he could make you see that, make you understand just how much you really meant to him.

He could feel his phone vibrating again and he sighed, standing up from the couch. He knew it was May. "I should go before Happy sends out a search party."

You stared up at him, nodding slightly. "I understand."

He threw his hand up in an awkward wave before making his way to the door.

You stood up from the couch, hugging yourself. "Hey, Peter?"

He stopped at the door, holding it open and looking over his shoulder at you.

"I don't want this to ruin our friendship." It could never. You just needed time, he thought to himself.

"It won't." He smiled at you. "I promise."

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Even though you did not want it to affect your friendship with Peter, you both knew that it had, for better or for worse. You did not see much of Peter after he left your apartment that day, even when you would go see May, the house was already quiet. Neither of you had mentioned a word to May. Peter was always out or on his way out when you showed up. You would only really had time for a quick "hey" before he was on his way. You figured college had him pretty busy for the most part, or Ned, maybe even a girl.

He had properly busied him in hopes to give you space. In hopes, you would realize things on your own and do the right thing. He may have been between college and keeping an eye on the neighborhood, but he never strayed far from you. He never failed to keep an eye out on you. Peter knew how much you needed him, but it was your turn to realize that for yourself.

Peter wasn't the only one keeping himself busy. After some time you had taken off, you finally had gone back to work. In a way, you were glad you had because it kept you distracted. You had decided it was time to focus on yourself.

You had stopped drinking since the night at the club after realizing the trouble it putting you in and the pain it was actually causing you. Drinking did not stop the heartbreak. It might have slowed it down, but when you were sober again, the ache was still there. Drinking kept you from dealing with it. As much as you wished you did not have to, you knew it was the only way for you to move on.

It had been a month since you split with Chris. Thankfully, you were starting to get back in the groove of things fairly quickly.

You sat at your desk, typing away on your computer when your phone buzzed on your desk. You did not look away from your work until a knock on the window of your office door caught your attention.

Your eyes widened at the sight of Chris on the other side. He lifted his phone, mouthing for you to check it.

You lifted your phone over to check, reading the text from him.

Can we talk?

You blinked, glancing at him before turning back to your computer to keep working.

Your phone buzzed again.

Please.

You looked up at him again. He had his hands together in a plead while he mouthed "please". You sighed, getting up from your desk to answer the door. You pulled the door open and he smiled slightly though you had not attempted to return it.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I am working." You blunted pointed out.

"I know. I'm sorry for bothering you. I just knew you wouldn't answer my messages. That's the only reason I'm here. I feel like I've had a lot of time to think and I want to talk to you about things."

"Once again, I'm at work." You reminded him.

"When is your lunch then?" He questioned.

You held onto the door. "I don't think I'm gonna take one. I have a lot I need to get done."

He sighed, looking down at you. "Come on. I know you've gotta be hungry." He glanced at his phone to check the time. "Don't you usually take your lunch around this time?"

You tried to stand your ground even though your stomach growled in hunger. You hated when he was right. You hated to give him anything he wanted after how he did you. It amazed you he had remembered what time you took your lunch. Maybe he did pay attention to you after all.

"I'll pay." He insisted. You sighed.

"Fine. Let me get my bag."

You had agreed on a sandwich shop just down the street. You were not in the mood for anything big. You settled down at a table by the window with a wrap and iced water. You took a bite of your wrap, staring out the window at all the traffic on the road.

He was the first to break the silence. "How have you been?"

"Fine. You?" You continued eating, taking another bite.

He had yet to touch his own food. "I've been alright. Can I say something or do you think I am wasting my time?"

"Depends."

"Can you hear me out? Just this once, that’s all I ask."

You sighed, finally agreeing to listen since he had after all bought you food. You sat the rest of your wrap down washing it down with some water while listening.

He sat in silence for a moment to gather his thoughts, trying to figure out where he should start. “I’m sorry for what I did to you and for how I treated you. Nothing I say is gonna take back what I did, but I do regret it all. I know I said some ugly stuff at the club that day. Once again, I know I can’t justify it but I had been drinking and I was coping with losing you. I get that I ruined things. I messed up and you have every right to be mad at me. I was selfish and I never took your feelings into consideration. I didn't think to help you with the wedding because I thought of it as your big day. When it should have been our big day." He leaned against the table, crossing his arms. You pulled your gaze from the window, looking at him for a moment before looking down at your lap. "I missed how spontaneous we use to be. Every day was a surprise. You amazed me every day, but we fell into a routine and I was worried about marriage might be like that." It shocked you that he was even apologizing right now.

"You were so calm when you did it though. Like it was okay for me to see that like you wanted to hurt me." You broke your silence, your eyes finding his and he frowned.

He exhaled a deep breath. "I didn't wanna hurt you. I guess I had convinced myself I had done nothing wrong, but I realize now how bad of a thing I did."

"You could have just talked to me about this before you went and made me feel like I couldn't be enough. We could have put the wedding on hold and fixed this. Sometimes I get carried away with things. I just- I wanted everything to be perfect. I didn't know what you wanted and so I was working twice as hard to get everything to be how I thought you might like it." You wrapped your wrap back up when you lost your appetite. "I think the realization of everything hurt more than walking in on you. Realizing how much I was doing and how little you did-"

"I know and I want to fix that. I want to do more for you and for us. I want to prove to you I can change. We've invested so many years in this. I don't want to throw it all away. I didn't realize how much I needed you until I didn't have you." He reached across the table, taking a hold of your hand and he rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand. It surprised him how didn't pull your hand away and that's how he knew he might have convinced you. He might have a shot again. "If you really are through with me, I do not blame you. I deserve that. Just tell me when and I'll come to get my stuff."

You sat in silence for a moment, thinking to yourself. You were not sure what to say. You never thought he would get this far with his apology. You did not expect him to apologize considering he seemed pretty pleased with himself.

"I don't know what to say right now." You mumbled, looking down at his hand holding onto yours.

He held your smaller hand in between his. "You don't have to say anything. Just think about it. I respect whatever you decide. I just want to know if I have really lost you for good."

"I don't know." You finally admitted, biting your bottom lip slightly and gently taking your hand back from his hold. "I need time."

"Take all the time you need." He ensured.

"We'll see." You glanced at your phone, checking the time. "Thank you for lunch, but I should really be headed back."

He nodded his head, gathering his still wrapped sandwich and drink as you both get up from the table. "I'll walk you back."

--

The rest of your workday felt like a waste considering you could not focus on anything. You did not get done much of anything you had planned to get done. Why did guys have to make things so complicated? If he had just communicated about it before, maybe you would still be together.

You tried to focus on the computer screen in front of you, letting your fingers hover over the keyboard. Focus, Y/n.

You knew you should not want him back. You did not owe him a thing. You knew there would always be the risk he had not actually changed, but he was all you knew. You grew to him. Your life had changed for your future with him. You had been so wrapped up in the wedding, you had not been paying attention to him. But then again, if he had helped, participated in his own wedding plans then so much would not have been on you.

You rubbed your temple, saving your progress and shutting off the computer screen. You were just gonna call it a night. You had a girls' night planned with May and you did not want this to get in the way of your friendship with May again.

You reached into your pocket to collect yourself, shooting May a quick text.

We're still on for tonight, right?

You gathered your papers off of your desk, shuffling them up neatly before pulling them back in its folder and putting them in the drawer of your desk.

Don't be late.

You smiled at her message before pulling open the door to your office.

You had kept your word to May and showed at a decent time. She was setting up for movie night when you arrived. She tsked when she saw how overdressed you were.

"If I had stopped for a change of clothes, I would have been late." You reminded her with a laugh as she entered the living room again with a bottle of wine and a bowl of popcorn. She placed them on the coffee table in front of her.

"You're welcome to grab some clothes of mine." She offered as she sat down on the couch, tucking her legs underneath her and covering herself with a blanket.

You had already stripped yourself from your blazer as you walked down the hallway to May's room. You grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt from her dresser before going to the bathroom to change out of your pencil skirt and blouse.

You stared at yourself in the mirror as you changed the set of clothes. Your eyes were glued to your stomach, noticing how bloated you looked and frowning slightly. You knew your period would be any day now, but usually, you did not bloat this bad. Your clothes had seemed a little snug today. You shook the thought as you fold your clothes and set them up on the bathroom counter. Your head spinning from everything going. Just when you had thought things were calm, it picked right back up. You left the bathroom, walking towards the living room where May was.

"Hey, Aunt Ma-" Peter called out as he came out of his bedroom, knocking into you in the process. He quickly grabbed a hold of your waist to keep you falling. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" He started to rumble.

"It's fine. I'm okay." You laughed quietly, making him smile suddenly when his eyes finally met yours. "You wouldn't happen to be avoiding me, would you?" You tease. You understand even if he was, but you had hoped that he was not avoiding you. You did not want to be the reason driving him out of his own home.

He blushed slightly. "Just giving you some space." He told the truth. You hadn't realized how close you two still were.

"I don't need space, Peter. We're okay." Your eyes flickered across his face for a moment, biting down on your bottom lip when you noticed how close he was still holding you. "Peter-"

"Y/n, are you coming? The movie is about to start!" May called out from her spot on the couch. She had already poured you both a glass of wine.

"Did you want to join us?" You question absentmindedly. He smiled at your words. Maybe you were coming around after all.

"I might later. I have some work I need to finish up." He answered, letting go of his grasp on your waist. You nodded before giving him one last look and continuing down the hallway back to May.

You were halfway through the movie when you turned to May, snacking on a few pieces of popcorn from the bowl that sat between the two of you. "So the weirdest thing happened at work today." You started, pulling her attention from the movie. "Chris showed up."

May turned down the movie a little in order to hear you better. Her eyes were slightly wide and you laughed a little at her reaction. "That was my reaction as well." You pointed out.

"Well? What happened? What did he say?" She encouraged you to continue.

Peter had just come out of his room just in time to get a snack along with something to drink. He had been finishing an assignment. He took his earbuds out one by one, hearing you in the living room as he walked through the kitchen.

"Well, he took me to lunch, and basically he apologized for everything. He wants a second chance."

Peter's eyes grew wide, listening to you talk. You did not have to say his name to know who you were talking about. He peaked in the living room at you and Aunt May on the couch, leaning against the wall as he listened in.

"And?"

You shrugged.

"I'm surprised you even let him take you out." May pointed out as she took a sip of her wine.

"Honestly, it surprised me too but I was hungry and he offered to pay so I gave in." You rubbed your arm slightly as you leaned back on the couch.

"So what's the plan?"

You looked over at May, raising an eyebrow curiously. "Plan?"

"Well I mean, what did you say to him?"

You got quiet for a moment. Peter felt as if he was holding his breath just to make sure he heard your answer correctly.

"I told him I would think about it."

May seemed surprised by your answer. Peter, on the other hand, was less than pleased.

"He's all I know. I'm comfortable with him. I don't know how to start over and at this point, it seems pointless." You explained as you picked at the blanket over your lap. "He said he didn't wanna give up when we have invested so much time and that he was willing to prove himself."

"Maybe he needed this. Ya know, like a reality check." May suggested and you nodded your head.

Peter could not believe you were going back. You were giving up. After everything he put through, everything he said, and how worthless he had you feel, you were going back. Had you not learned anything? His fists clenched at his side, trying to keep himself calm. He could not listen to another second of this.

He stormed past you and May. "Hey, Pete-" May started, but Peter swiftly interrupted her.

"I'm going out. Don't wait up." He mumbled. Your heart skipped, realizing that Peter had heard everything. You were so sure he had been in his room. He glanced at you before pulling the door closed harder than usual, making the both of you jump. You frowned, looking down.

--

Peter sat on top of a roof, leaning against a brick wall as he looked down over the city. He did not know what else he could do to prove himself to you. He finally had his chance and you only pushed him away. Chris had years to prove himself and he had. He made his intentions pretty clear, but even that wasn't enough to steer you away.

He was convinced you were scared to be happy. Scared to find that happiness with him when his Aunt was your best friend. Sure you were a little older, but none of that mattered to him. You were the only girl who could ever make him feel the way he did. It could not just be him feeling this way.

The streets were not as busy due to it being so late. Peter closed his eyes with a sigh from the built-up frustration, letting his leg hang over the side of the building. You were so stubborn.

His eyes snapped open at the roar of laughter beneath him. He glanced at the group of men before quickly having to do a double-take when he realized who it was.

"Come on, Chris. Admit it, you have Y/n wrapped your finger." The men shared a laugh, giving Chris's shoulder a playful push.

"Not like I use to, but I know she'll take me back." He chuckled. "She's waited long enough for that ring. She's not gonna give up now."

"You really think you're ready for marriage? What about the other girl?"

"Guess we'll see about that," Chris smirked and Peter's nose flared in anger. "Women like Y/n just need a ring and they're content. Besides, she's the perfect little housewife."

Peter tried to restrain him, but he could only hold himself back so much. He shot a web at Chris which hitting him over the mouth, sending him and his group in a panic trying to pull it off of his face with no luck.

"Dick." He muttered, shooting a web at another building and pulling himself onto the next building. He had enough. Chris didn't deserve someone like you. You deserved someone to take care of you, to cherish you, not just the other way around.

--

You stared down at the test in your hand. You never expected to find yourself here this soon. It was not long after Peter stormed out that you decided you should go home. You were upset with yourself and with everything going on. This was just the icing on the cake. You mindlessly walked by the calendar in the kitchen on your way to the bedroom, counting the days since your last period. You were late and at this point in your life, you could not ignore it.

The positive plus sign stared back at you and your eyes watered. You had not had sex with Chris in months so you knew it was Peter's. You covered your mouth, letting out a sob into your hand. This was not how you pictured yourself getting pregnant. This was not where you wanted to be in life when you planned on getting pregnant. You were barely making it taking care of yourself. You could not take care of a baby too.

Your body shook as you cried at the foot of your bed. You knew with the baby being Peter's, Chris would never want to be with you. Peter was just starting his life, barely even out of college along with being the Amazing Spiderman. You could not interfere with a baby.

A knock on your bedroom window startled you, making you drop the test. You looked the window to find Spiderman kneeled down on your fire escape, motioning for you to let him in.

You wiped your face of your tears and walked over to the window, unlocking it before pushing it up.

"Now isn't a good time, Peter." You stated bluntly, taking in the sight of him in his suit.

"I really need to talk to you, Y/N. It's important."

"Can we not talk about this another day?"

"No, it can't wait." He slipped under your arm into your bedroom, pulling his mask from over his face. "It's about Chris."

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. "What about him?"

"He doesn't love you, Y/n. He will never care about you like you have cared about him. He is just using him as a housewife and that's all you'll be to him. Just someone to take care of him. You deserve so much than him." Peter paced back and forth as he ranted.

You stared at him as he paced. "That's what you came here to tell me? I know you heard me talking to May. I should have known you would come up with some way to make me feel like shit for thinking about going back."

"Y/n, I didn-"

"You did! You don't get it! It's my heart that was broken. I have loved him for years. You don't understand how hard this is for me."

"I don't understand?" His mouth parted at your words. You didn't know half of it. "How do I not when I have loved you years longer than he's been in your life? Even when you loved everyone but me! You fall for assholes like him and the good guys like me go overlooked!" He exclaimed, throwing his hand up as he shifted back, his foot stepping on the test you had dropped on the floor.

He glanced down to see what he had stepped on.

Your eyes got wide, trying to get his attention. "Peter." You stepped toward him but it was too late. He stared down at the pregnancy test, wiping his thumb over the plus sign as if checking to see if it was real.

He looked up at you. "You're pregnant?"

It was too late to lie about it. It would have required too much energy to keep it going if you had, and you did not have any fight left in you.

"How far?" He simply questioned. He was so sure it was his, but he wanted to hear it from you.

"If you're asking if it's yours, I can assure you it is. I haven't slept with Chris in months. I don't know how far I am. A few weeks is my guess."

He stared at the test a little while longer, a smiling forming on his lips. "We're gonna have a baby." He smiled at the test. He couldn't help himself. This had to be the best news he had heard in his life aside from becoming an Avenger.

"No." You shook your head.

He furrowed his eyebrows, looking up at you. "What?"

You moved over to him, taking the test from him and tossing it on your dresser with a sigh. "I can't keep the baby."

He frowned at your words. "Sure you can. What do you mean?"

You shook your head again, your eyes already getting watery again. "I can't, Peter. I'm not ready to be a mom. My life is a fucking train wreck and you're just now starting yours. I can't ruin that for you."

"Ruin? No, no." His frown deepened, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his arms for comfort. "This is the best news I've heard. This could never ruin my life."

You cried against his shoulder, clenching onto his suit as he held you close in a hug. He pressed a kiss to your temple, stroking your hair down. "I'll do everything I can to keep you and our baby happy. You will never have to worry about another woman because no matter what, I will always choose you. I'll take care of you." He let his hand slide underneath your shirt, rubbing his hand over rounding stomach. "I'll take care of our baby."

You push his hand away out of your shirt, pushing yourself away from him. "I-I can't. I'm not keeping the baby. I'm gonna go to the clinic tomorrow. It'll be better this way."

Peter's mouth fell open slightly as his eyes filled with tears. "Y-You can't be serious."

"I am and nothing is going to change my mind."

"Y/n..." He reached up to cup your face, but you grabbed his wrist. "That's our baby. Don't do this."

You stared at him with tear-filled eyes, some falling down your face, but you didn't speak a word.

He was getting heated by the second. If he thought he was hurt before, he was really hurting now. He didn't understand why you wouldn't take this as your fate and run with it. Run with him. Tears fell down his cheeks. He didn't bother to wipe them, only continued to look at you. He wanted the truth.

"Why? So you can go back to him?"

"This isn't about him."

"Then what is it about, Y/n? You want to get rid of a part of both of us! Can't you see how much I care about you? I would never hurt you like him. You don't have to change yourself to please me. You will never have to worry about not being enough." He moved closer to you, cupping your face in his hands and making you look at him. "You are so perfect, just the way you are. You are more than enough for me."

You try to turn your head to look away, but he leans in, capturing you in a firm passionate kiss. You melted into his kiss, gripping onto his suit. You wanted so badly to push him away, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You didn't want him to change your mind. You needed to do this.

He backed you up until your back of your knees hit the bed, letting you fall back on the comforter and falling with you. He supported himself above you, kissing your swollen lips softly as he wipes your face with a swipe of his thumbs.

"You are everything I have ever wanted." He mumbled against your lips, pressing warm kisses over your face and letting them trail down your neck. His hands began to push your shirt up and you quickly regained some focus, trying to catch his hands.

"Peter, we shouldn't..." He caught your hands and pushing them over your head, shooting a web against your wrists to hold them in place against the headboard. You cried as you looked up at him with frightened eyes.

"You don't have to do anything for me. Just let me show you how much I love you. Let me take care of you."

He pressed on his chest, letting his suit go limp on his body and sliding it off as he continued to work his way down your chest. He was left in his boxers. He had pressed your shirt up above your chest, kissing over your breasts and swirling his tongue over your aching nipples.

You whined at the feeling of his tongue, pulling on the webbed restraints. Your nipples were more sensitive than they had ever been before. His hands feel to the shorts you still wear of May's, pulling them down your legs with your panties.

"Peter, stop..." You tried to close your legs but Peter only held them open at the sight of your slick folds. You knew no matter how much you lied to him, your body could never lie to him. Your body only told the truth.

"I want to make you so happy." His lips brushing over your lower bloated stomach, kissing over it and mumbling against it. "You're going to make such an amazing mother."

You shook your head as you wiggled underneath his body. He pushed off his boxers before returning to his place between your legs.

He nodded even when you shook your head. "You will be."

Peter dragged the tip of his cock through your glistening folds, biting his bottom lip as your juices coated it. He let the tip of his cock push against your entrance, pushing his hips forward to slide inside of you and your head rolled back with a whimper.

You hated how much control he really had over you. You hated feeling so weak.

"Peter-" You choked a sob as your walls clenched onto his thick length. You were embarrassed how quickly your pussy pulled him back in when he would thrust.

"Oh," He groaned as his cock pushing in and out of you, hitting you in all the right places as he held your hips in his hands. "I love you. I love you so much." He mumbled against your lips as they brushed together every thrust. His breathing was staggered against them.

You could not fight the lust that clouded your mind. He knew it would take time to steer you in the right direction, but he was willing to spend all the time he needed. You knew how wrong it was to be underneath him, even if you were stuck there, that did not stop what was wrong from feeling so right.

[ryosmne]

Tattoo artist! Sukuna x reader part 4

Hello, it's me your friendly neighborhood Sukuna simp, I don't have much to ramble about today, I hope you have fun reading this part :)

Series masterlist here

Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, implied smut that I'm too shy to write.

The café was unusually quiet today, maybe it's because the other days y/n found herself sitting at that exact spot by the window, Mai was the one sitting across from her. Today was different, Nobara took Mai's place for brunch after class, to be fair she hadn't showed up in some time so both Nobara and y/n jumped at the opportunity to spend some time together.

"So, does it feel lonely now that Yuuji and Mai spend so much time together?" Nobara asked, evidently trying to make y/n admit to some form of jealousy she was sure she had. "Not really, I'm happy she's finally with someone so good for her and she's finally off my back about hooking me up with random dudes" y/n said and she was honestly happy for her best friend, Yuuji was a very nice guy and in the past few weeks he's been seeing Mai, he's nothing less of a sweetheart and y/n saw him a as a little sibling even though they were roughly the same age.

"Of course, why would you be lonely, Sukuna's been keeping you company too." Nobara's eyes had a glimmer in them, not because she wanted to tease y/n, but she was very invested in the girls business with the oh so attractive tattoo artist.

Nobara did her homework on the guy, he certainly wasn't as polite or well mannered as he came across the night they met. He did seem like trouble at first glance, but the way he looked at y/n that night, or the times he waited for her to get off class to have some time together, Nobara would say that even a blind man could see that y/n had been tugging on Sukuna's heartstrings.

"It's not like that" y/n was once again flustered. What was she to the pink haired man, who missed no chance to be around her? "You're making out in his car in broad daylight, what is it like?" the brown haired girl chuckled, her friend was an idiot if she worried for a second about the man who looked at her like she would disappear at any second. "I don't know, but we aren't together like that, he's an interesting guy" y/n longed to be with him, she had a faint memory about him talking about something like that the time he spend the night with her, but then again, she was drunk and that could be her mind playing cruel tricks on her.

"Ok then whatever you say, I really hope you're not doubting the dude that cooked you ten different options for breakfast, after he took your drunk ass home."

"Wait how do you know about that- did Mai? Oh I'm gonna kill her."

Despite the tiny voice asking 'what are we?' in y/n's head, her days with Sukuna have been some of the best she's had. Granted they couldn't see each other that often, whenever they did, it was always better than the time before.

Sukuna had taken her to all the restaurants he knew were good, cafes with the best tiramisu she had ever tasted, taking an hour and a half to get to the next place he'd see her smile listening to her excitement filled voice as she told him how delicious the food was, then giving him some attitude mumbling about how she didn't expect him to have such nice taste, was the easiest victory to him, the highlight of his day.

He hadn't managed to get her back to his chair like he needed to yet, he had been so busy finding the best places to take her to that it seemed like it completely slipped his mind. It hasn't slipped Sukuna's mind though, he's just been nervous to bring it up again, what if she doesn't want to do that anymore? What if she changed her mind? What if she just agreed because she felt compelled to do so? Sukuna didn't know which one was worse.

Even on the days they couldn't see each other they were in touch, texting silly things or messing with each other. If a day was anything other good Sukuna could vent and let out his frustrations talking to y/n and she often did the same. Sukuna preferred calling her for that, not only to get things off his chest but because her voice was so calming to him, the need to hear it grew stronger each day he wasn't able to see her.

Afternoon classes were always adding to her demise, y/n even accepted Mai's gossiping over paying attention. Yuuji as she expected was as sweet as he looked, Mai was once again gushing over him and his adorable nature. Y/n just smiled at her friend who rumbled about the boy who, by now had a very firm hold of her heart. "You and Sukuna?" She asked, prying for any information she didn't already know from Yuuji. "Me and Sukuna" y/n stated back, shit eating grin on her face, knowing how not entertaining Mai and not feeding her what she wanted completely pissed her off. Y/n's phone buzzed from her pocket, giving her a little break from her friends curiosity.

Can I take you out after class?

Y/n's lips tagged into a small smile. "Speak of the devil" Mai teased looking over y/n's phone.

Hmm depends. Where to?

Its a surprise, doll

You know I hate surprises, but I can make an exception for you.

Mai pretend to gag next to her, but y/n payed her no mind. She had already seen enough from her and Yuuji to do the same.

You won't regret it, I'll be outside when you're done.

"Just don't make out in the parking lot again, being in his car doesn't mean that we don't see you." Mai was being Mai again. Y/n shoved her arm lightly and told her that they all knew how her and Yuuji sneaked around the bathrooms, laughing as her face flushed red.

Sukuna entered her field of view leaning against his car, finishing up a cigarette, looking too good for anyone not to stare at him. The total black outfit he had on did wonders for him, even if it was the simplest of crew cut shirts and sweatpants, every piece of clothing complimented him. Waving at Mai, y/n walked towards him noticing he's cocky expression. "Feels like you're eating me up with those eyes" he laughed, why must the sound of his voice be this melodic at all times. "Don't worry I missed you too" Sukuna said laying a soft kiss on y/n's lips as a greeting. If her fellow students weren't staring already, now they surely were .

" Where are we headed tonight?" Y/n asked fastening her seatbelt, she still kind of thought of Sukuna as clumsy, even though he's driven her many places, it's not that she didn't trust him, he was a very good driver. Hey safety comes first.

"You'll find out" he spoke with a little grin, before starting his engine and driving off.

Unlocking his door, he let y/n step inside first. Sukuna's house was surprisingly neat, everything looked to be in place, the décor was minimalistic. It felt like Sukuna very home-y, but then it didn't. It was too tidy, y/n didn't really think of him as a tidy person. The place also had his scent of sandalwood so y/n easily relaxed into the new space taking some more steps forward to look around.

"Bringing me to your house like this without taking me to dinner first, tsk should've known you were that type 'kuna." Y/n said in a mockingly disapproving tone "Who said that, I'm cooking dinner for you." Sukuna said draping his arm around her shoulders guiding her to his kitchen.

Whatever Sukuna had on his stove smelled scrumptious, making y/n's mouth water, maybe how pretty Sukuna looked with an apron on and a little sweat forming on his forehead from the heat of the stove helped too.

"You know, I would have never guessed you knew how to cook." Y/n let some of her assumptions fly in the room, she was the only one with a pass to talk about whatever she wanted with him. Sukuna wasn't going to shut her down. Y/n had leaned back on his table, her eyes roamed his figure freely. Sukuna would look over his shoulder smiling to himself every time he caught her in the act.

"I had to learn, Yuuji and I lived with our Grandpa, when he passed, it was just me and him." Y/n's heart clenched in her chest, Sukuna sounded different saying that. The truth is, Sukuna had never talked about that with anyone, he never made word of his grandfather's passing or the hardships him and his brother went through when they were left alone. He had mentioned to y/n that his and Yuuji's grandfather raised them, but from the way he spoke about him y/n was sure his Grandfather was doing well. "I'm sorry for your loss" was all she could muster at that moment, the pain in his voice was much too real for her. "Thank you, at least my brother turned out pretty good" he quickly changed the subject to something ligter, surprised at his self for opening up to her so easily. "You didn't turn out that bad either" y/n let the words spill, she had spent the past half hour blatantly checking out his back, she had nothing to get shy about. Sukuna let out a laugh, gripping his wooden spoon a little tighter throwing a glance over his shoulder. "Is that what you think?" Y/n shifted in her seat, how could this guy go from sentimental to laughing about his brother and to whatever this dark seductive tone was, she had no idea.

"Come on don't get shy on me, you were having fun checking me out just a minute ago, see anything you like" in the blink of an eye, Sukuna was slightly bent down facing her. Even after all the makeout sessions they've had that usually ended with y/n slapping his arm worrying that someone saw them and Sukuna looking at her with a cocky grin reassuring her that they gave a good show to whoever was watching, he could still make her all flustered, and she looked adorable like this, a deer caught in headlights. Sukuna kissed the tip of her nose, telling her she looked cute before turning his attention back on the food.

"Did you find that movie?" Sukuna's voice came from the kitchen, y/n was fumbling with the remote on his couch. Sukuna insisted on eating in his living room, he didn't want this to feel too formal, he still had whine out with fancy plates and everything, but he only wanted to cook for his girl and see her eyes light up eating his food, like they always did when she tried the food on the restaurants he took her.

"Yeah, here let me help with that." She said getting of the couch to help him set everything. "No no no, you go sit down, I'll do the work." Sukuna insisted, y/n only raised a brow at him and complied.

"Okay, you have to teach me, this tastes so good 'kuna" that nickname stuck, not that Sukuna complained, his stomach still did flips every time y/n called him that. She was looking at him just the way he hoped she would. The dish was quite simple, chicken with some red salsa and vegetables, but it was better than anything she'd ever tasted.

"I can give you a little cooking class, as long as you go grocery shopping" He offered her a little smile and y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

Y/n was leaning on Sukuna's chest with her arm hooked around his waist, he had a firm hold of her too, mindlessly looking at the screen but not paying enough attention to it. The movie y/n chose turned out to be a barely watchable C grade thriller and the two glasses of wine they had didn't make it tolerable either. Bad movie or not, having her under his arm like this was all he needed to feel calmer. Sukuna was so calm that he forgot why he brought y/n over.

"Can I show you something?" Sukuna spoke softly, looking down at her, y/n nodded in reply and groaned loudly at the loss of his warmth when he got up from the couch, Sukuna could only chuckle at her .

"Just two drinks and you're already a brat."

"Shut up."

Sukuna came back holding a big folder and some sketch books, y/n's curiosity picked and she found herself straightening up a bit.

"I've been dying to show you these." Sukuna stated as he flipped through the pages. Y/n's eyes danced all over the various shapes and designs he had came up with. Her eyes traced a particular three headed fox, she had never seen anything like that before, she reached out her hand to feel his drawing on her fingertips.

Sukuna's heart picked up its pace, she was currently in aww at his favourite piece for her. "Are those what you told me you came up with form me?" She was amused, she stared at him wide eyed not believing that anyone would ever do something like that for her, "Yeah, every design here is meant for you, you can pick whichever you like, but if you don't want me to tattoo you, I'll understand, you don't have to let me if you don't want to." Y/n couldn't believe it, there were enough drawings in here to fill her entire body in ink. She had hardly believed him when he said he had a vision for her sleeve, but this, this was out of this world.

"I don't even know what to say, these are so beautiful, but why did you go through all this trouble?" She still couldn't see a reason for it. "You've given me so much inspiration from the first time you visited, I can't get your skin out of my head, seeing you in my work is just surreal. I would do anything to do it again" Sukuna's words had not yet sunken in properly, y/n was still in disbelief.

Sukuna placed his sketchbooks on the coffee table, his hand prompting y/n's chin up so he can look at her face in the dim lights of his living room. "I will decorate any part of your skin you're willing to give to me, I'll give you the best work I can, please let me do this much." Sukuna almost sounded desperate, his face was once more too close and his wine scented breath tickled her lips, he had almost gone mad drawing in most his free time, and every time he saw her, a new idea of what would fit her popped into his head.

"You can do that" the moment these words rolled out of y/n's tongue, Sukuna had heard all he needed, and latched his mouth on hers, allowing his hands to explore more of her body. Between heavy breaths, Sukuna whispered about the softness of her skin, how he couldn't wait to mark her again, how he wanted her to be his canvas, his and only his. Diving in her neck once more, littering her sensitive skin with bruises she'd have to cover up tomorrow and her hands tangled up in his hair. "Just be good for me and I'll be gentle" His words only made her anticipate more.

The next day Sukuna was walking like the happiest man on earth, he woke up and had breakfast with his beloved doll, he had a smile on his face you couldn't miss. His co-workers didn't miss it either nor did they miss the huge forder he had under his arm when he came in, but they didn't question it.

Gojo spent his time teasing him about his unusual demeanor while Geto laughed to himself assuming what everyone else did.

Teasing him and prying about Sukuna's previous day didn't really work in Gojo's favour, Sukuna would simply ignore him and his smile still hadn't fadded. Gojo took it as his personal mission to piss him off when he had a lightbulb moment.

"Come on man, you talk about her all the time and when she comes over we're all working, when are we gonna get to meet her?" Gojo pushed, for the third time today, he finally found a weak spot.

The entire crew was curious meet y/n, properly this time at least, but Gojo was the only one who could confidently voice that. "Tell you what, go one month without fucking someone in here, and we can all go for some drinks tonight." Sukuna said in a joking manner, there was no way Gojo Satoru would agree to something like that, the man couldn't last two days on that deal, he was not about to give his word to Sukuna and take one for the team.

Gojo stood before the pink haired man, his glasses low on the bridge of his nose "Then, it's a deal" he said, obnoxious as ever with his hand extended for Sukuna to take. Sukuna knew Gojo was a man of his word, and if he shook on something, he would no doubt keep his end. Now Sukuna had to keep his as well.

Hey doll, I was wondering if you'd like to go grab a few drinks with me and the rest of the guys after closing?

Sure, I'll be there before nine, what's the occasion?

No need, I'll pick you up, they just really want to meet you, you don't have to come if you don't want to though.

Don't be stupid, I won't pass the opportunity of collecting blackmail on you.

Sukuna was smiling at his phone, that was so typical of y/n, his grin quickly faded once his eyes met the idiots standing before him with hopeful eyes. "Just don't do anything stupid" he sighed defeated before getting back to work, this was going to be a long night.

Y/n easily spotted Sukuna's car, he was parked just further down her street. Carefully swinging the passenger door open, she expected at least extra someone inside, but it was just Sukuna.

"Hey 'kuna." y/n greeted stepping inside, Sukuna faced her with a half smile, lazily bringing his hand on her jawline, pulling her in for a short kiss. "You're looking very pretty today, dollface." he spoke, still inches from her face, as his eyes traced her figure. Every inch of exposed skin begging him to mark it. Sukuna halted his wandering thoughts when y/n spoke again. "Everyone ended up ditching you in the end? cause you could've taken me out without an excuse like that."

"I wish they did, but unfortunately for both of us we'll have to suffer through it, I know you'd rather have me all to yourself." The mare glance he gave her from the corner of his eye as he put the car on speed was enough to have y/n's hear thumping in her chest. "Speak for yourself, airhead." Y/n's tone didn't lack at all in sarcasm. She did want him all to herself but she also was very intrigued by the rest of his crew, Sukuna always spoke about them. Whether it was stories from his childhood, college or everyday work things, y/n kept hearing about Nanami, Geto, Gojo and Megumi so she looked forward to getting to know them for herself. She had only seen Gojo and Nanami. Megumi and Geto had always been occupied when she dropped by the shop she would catch a glimpse of them tonight.

Sukuna's hand had taken a grip of her thigh, making y/n not so focused in their conversation. Sukuna was mindlessly squeezing while warning y/n about his friends.

The bar looked more like a museum in her opinion, still a very beautiful, elegant place. Y/n expected no less from Sukuna, he's already accompanied her to the best small restaurants and patisseries, sometimes she wondered how he came to know this many perfect date spots.

Sukuna had managed to slip his hand in her's the moment he noticed eyes on his precious doll and guided her to the table his co-workers were sat.

"You owe me 50 Nanami, they did show up."

"You're making me regret this already." Sukuna said, his head dipping slightly

"Come on 'kuna don't be such a grump" had that been y/n's voice Sukuna would've smiled down at her and his demeanor would instantly change, Gojo's voice only offered him annoyance.

Y/n took notice and softly brushed his hand with her thumb, Sukuna let a little laugh and proceeded to introduce the girl under his arm to everyone. "Y/n this is Geto, Megumi and you already know Nanami and Gojo here" Sukuna spoke pulling out y/n's seat as she shook hands with everyone. Gojo took the chance to piss his friend off, after all he would have to strictly work for the next month, he brought y/n's hand to his lips, giving her a compliment on her dress, making Sukuna red in the face.

Everyone took a liking to her very quickly, seeing exactly why Sukuna was so taken by her, she was witty and smart with a silver tongue that was also very sharp. Geto begun telling her about Sukuna's embarrassing drunk nights in college while Gojo laughed and even Nanami snickered. Megumi made Sukuna regret the day he considered taking him in his shop when he told y/n how he always cried as a kid if he didn't have a cookie after his meal. "That's why you always grumble about dessert?" Y/n asked him choking in laughter, Sukuna mumbled a reply and went back to looking annoyed, he was really happy to see y/n interact with his friends so effortlessly. This girl was constantly giving him more reasons to be around her.

Y/n was in the middle of a deep conversation with Nanami about philosophy, her eyes gleaming when he mentioned Plato's allegory of the cave. Geto subtly tapped Megumi's leg to get him to notice how Sukuna was resting his chin on his hand staring at y/n, who was blabbering about Greek philosophers, with the most sweet expression on his face any of them had seen. Gojo also took notice of that and an unspoken pact of 'annoy the fuck out of Sukuna' was made then and there.

"Have you thought about the next thing you want done or did you just want one tattoo?" Gojo asked the girl, breaking her conversation with Nanami a little too early for her liking.

"Yeah, I'll be getting some more work from Sukuna pretty soon" y/n replied proudly, her mind wandering to the night before to Sukuna and the beautiful pieces he came up with just for her. Sukuna perked up, his heart thumping by how happy y/n sounded with these words rolling out her lips.

"You sure you want him to do it though? You know I'm free if you need." Gojo's voice was condescending like always. Sukuna tensed up, jaw clenching at the thought of anyone laying a finger on y/n's skin. "Are you crazy? with work like this, I wouldn't let anyone else do it." Y/n laughed, Gojo must've been joking anyway.

Sukuna found so much comfort in her reply, she loved his artistry and never hesitated to show it, no matter how much of a brat she could be with him. Geto butted in the conversation too "y/n is right, look at how beautiful Sukuna's work looks on her, there's no way she'd change him." Y/n nodded at his words. "But I also do black and gray, I'm sure I could come up with something for you" Sukuna's eyes were glaring daggers at the raven haired man next to him, he remained oblivious to it laughing on the inside, Sukuna was so predictable.

"Thanks, but you said it yourself, there's no way I'd change him." Y/n spoke confidently, taking a sip of her vodka, knowing that at this point she was stroking Sukuna's ego and it would only grow bigger. Sukuna had no idea what everyone was onto trying to tattoo y/n, probably piss him off. From the looks of it, y/n wasn't going to let that happen. Nanami was observing quietly exchanging a few more words with y/n, he was right about her not taking other people's bullshit, Gojo couldn't pull anything with her, Nanami could see what Sukuna saw in her.

"Y/n, when you first came you were going to get tattooed by Megumi right?" Nanami spoke, Sukuna never expected him to join the others in their stupidity. "Yeah, he takes the walk ins right?" Y/n said casually, paying no mind to what Nanami was trying to do, the rest of them were also shocked that he decided to join in on making Sukuna's night a little hellish. Oh the betrayal.

"Did you want to get tattooed by Megumi?" Such a simple question, but Sukuna was at the edge of his seat "Yeah, I did, he was the reason I chose Domain in the first place, everyone loves this guy's work, I was pretty excited." Sukuna's face dropped, it's not like he didn't expect that, of course y/n came based on the reviews, he couldn't be mad at her for not booking him, she didn't even know him. He was pretty happy that he ended up taking her in that day, even if his insides boiled with jealousy at this very moment "Sorry for ruining your plans doll" the same smugness echoed in his voice "I can only stay mad at you for so long." Meeting his enlarged pupils and darker eyes, she could tell Sukuna was indeed, jealous. He had nothing to be jealous of, she didn't plan on leaving his side anytime soon, but when Megumi took his turn in the game everyone seemed to play, y/n found it hard not to join them. "If you still want to I can tattoo you since I never got to" Megumi knew he was walking on thin ice when Sukuna gave him a look that made him wish he was dead, these two got in fights all the time as kids and ended up with bruises all over them, if Megumi didn't ease up Sukuna would gladly remind him of the past.

"Uh, yeah, if you've got a design" y/n said with a bit of hesitation, Sukuna was seathin next to her, his hand aggressively palming her leg just above the knee. The rest of the night Sukuna didn't really speak, only leaned in y/n's ear to tell her to slow down on the vodka, the rest of the guys continued to talk amongst themselves as if nothing had happened.

Exiting the bar, y/n was walking- trying to keep up with Sukuna who walked fast to his car after mumbling a goodnight to everyone. Y/n regretted playing along, she'd never seen Sukuna this quiet. " 'kuna, I'm sorry I really didn't want to upset you" she said her eyes on the ground, gently tagging at his jacket, how could he ever get annoyed with her when she looked like that. Sukuna wasted no time swiftly taking a hold of her, his lips ghosting her's "I'm not that upset, only a little" his voice barely above a whisper, lips grazed over hers briefly. Sukuna didn't know if that was his heart or hers thumping so hard "I'm tired of dancing around it" his breath was hot, warming up her face making y/n's face impossibly hotter. "Dancing around what?" She asked with visible hesitation. Sukuna dipped down once more, not so softly this take taking her soft lips into his own, gently tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth, letting one of his palms to rest on her cheek and the other taking a loose hold of the back of her neck. Her arms naturally found their way around his neck. "I told you I want you all to myself" . Did he mean what y/n was thinking? Did y/n want him to call her his? Sukuna almost crackled at her puzzled expression. Sukuna wasn't one to express things this openly, y/n was a bit dense in that department so he had to, at least he told himself that.

"I'm starting to get a bit disappointed, I clearly remember you saying 'i would say yes' with some romantic mumbling" Sukuna said, stroking her cheek ever so slightly.

Her breath was striped from her lungs, it wasn't from the kiss this time. So that did happen, y/n's mind was not playing tricks on her, Sukuna had in fact asked. Her eyes once again gleamed looking straight to his crimson irises. "So will you be mine?" He was more confident this time, they had grown closer, laughed more, shared more, Sukuna wanted this from the very first session they had together and the more time he spend around her, the more he couldn't bare the thought of anyone laying their fingers on her. Perhaps Nanami's little show got under his skin way more than he could ever admit, but there was no way he's letting anyone mark her. Y/n was his personal artwork, only the finest of pieces shall taint her skin. "Yes, airhead" y/n said, finally having enough air to form words, still in his arm with a smile on her face, indulging him on another deep kiss. "Let's seal the deal then."

Sukuna finally got to fulfill his need, y/n was back on his chair late in the afterhours of the night. He finished free handing another of his designs he showed her the night before, the outline of her sleeve, with the Cerberus foxes he created just for her.

Y/n was standing in front of his full body mirror, examining the very delicate lines of his marker. His arms snaked around her waist, Sukuna could watch her admire his art for eternity.

"You look so beautiful in it" he simply stated, looking at their reflection he could only note her beauty. Y/n looked beautiful, beautiful on her own, beautiful in his tattoos, beautiful in his arms.

"Your art is probably the most beautiful thing I've seen, but you too are a close competitor" her voice crystal clear, she managed to make a faint pink dust his cheeks. Sukuna wasn't one to take compliments, but from her? He could listen to her little praises all day. "Now, now get your ass back on this chair, you're not getting out of this"

"I didn't plan to anyway."

Bonus Domain shenanigans: Megumi had the pleasure of opening up the very next morning, what the hell happened here, he was about to call the cops when he saw Sukuna looking scruffy and sleep deprived, emerge from the back room, same pants and undone dress shirt as the night before. "What the hell" was all that he could say. Sukuna was thankful he let y/n out the back just so they could both avoid the embarrassment that was to come.

"What happened here?" Geto asked the moment he came through the door, although he already knew, Sukuna was predictable. "Nothing happened" Sukuna groaned trying to get them to shut up, he just needed some coffee. He disappeared in the back again.

"yeah sure, 'nothing happened' does he think we're stupid or something" Gojo said to Nanami, who already had a headache and he hasn't been in for 15 minutes yet. "Stop it already nothing happened" Sukuna said, coming out in the front to order a coffee. Gojo stared at him, walked closer to him and began laughing straight to his face, "fuck you're laughing at?" Sukuna was confused

"Next time, clean the lipstick off your face and neck." Nanami chuckled while Gojo continued to laugh at Sukuna's frustration.

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