#i wish i could physically fist fight them for u anon

[ofmermaidstories]

Hi! I’m new ish to tumblr and I have a problem that I need some advice for, but is also okay to ignore because I know it’s bit weird. Also english is my second language so sorry for any errors.

I have a small ish blog and I have my asks open. It used to be very nice but over the last few weeks it’s very hate filled now. My blog has growed a bit but I feel it went from being 1 mean/off-putting comment a month to being 50% mean. I am not sure whether this is normal or if there is anything i can do.

Is it normal for it to get quite nasty or is it likely it is one person who is doing all of the comments? Is this a normal thing to deal with when people start noticing your blog a bit more? It has made me sad about beginning my blog.

Any advice would be appreciated, and so sorry for being vague with details. This is embarrassing for me to admit.

don’t be sorry about reaching out, or trying to protect your privacy! 🥺 it’s not embarrassing—it’s awful that you’re going through this, and i’m so sorry anon.

it’s never normal to get hateful messages. it does happen every now and then, and in my personal experience it’s always been because of something i’ve reblogged or a random opinion (which those that disagree with me can eat shit for, bc i’m always correct 😌), but it’s not normal for it to be a sustained campaign against you!!!!!!! do the messages have the same sort of voice, when you read them? write the same? it could just be one person who’s decided to take your blog/your writing/your opinions personally. if they don’t sound the same, but are about the same thing, then it might be a group of “friends”—i’ve put “friends” in quotes like that bc if you are bonded by being dicks to other people then you don’t have enough empathy to have true, lasting friendship LOL.

i’m sorry you’re dealing with this, anon. 😭 it’s especially worse if you feel alone with it. you’re not!!!! 🥺 you’re not!!!!!! this anon, or these anons, are not the norm. hate messages are a reality of our communities, but they’re a reality we should not tolerate. try blocking the anon messages—like, using the … menu on the message to block that particular anon. it’s not solid protection, but it’s a start. i’m sorry your introduction to tumblr has been rocky. these things can suck the fun out of what we do, it’s why these anons always try it. 🥺 but i hope you know you belong here—more than these little jerks do. more than they ever could. i don’t care who they are behind that anonymous message—whether they’re popular writers or just some random who’s bent out of shape—but by virtue of being hateful enough to consistently try and upset you they’ve proven that they’re not the kind of people we want among us.

don’t be embarrassed. so many of us have had similar problems with just a singular asshole trying to make things a little more miserable. you’re not alone, and we will make your blog a fun space for you to create again—somehow. 🥺🤍🌾

[knightorchids]

22 for hand holding !!

Thank u for the prompt anon! This was my first time writing angsty middle of the war catradora so i hope i did okay!!

Hand holding 22 – grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something

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Their fights were a flawless routine at this point. A snarky quip here, a dodge of the blade there, the swipe of sharpened claws through the air as they inevitably scraped against She-Ra’s sword. To some, this routine may have become boring. They may have moved on to try something new and left the other behind, perhaps to dance on their own or find a new partner.

But not Catra and Adora.

Every word spat at each other, every hit landed – it meant something. Their moves were calculated. There was a routine, a dance, one they knew by heart and they stuck to it.

Today, however, was different. Today Adora decided to break the mould and try something new. It threw Catra when there was a flicker and buzz of light around She-Ra and suddenly, she was faced with Adora. It was always She-Ra. The routine was She-Ra, not Adora. It was easier to fight She-Ra. Catra could separate She-Ra from Adora every time her claws scraped through her flesh or she picked a well-worded sentence that left a verbal blow that hurt more than a physical one.

Catra took a step back when Adora took one forward.

“Aren’t you sick of this?!” Adora started.

“What?”

“Us! Fighting! I can’t keep doing this, Catra. I can’t keep fighting you.”

“Well, you don’t exactly have much of a choice.”

“There could be.”

Catra folded her arms, defending her fractured heart where it sat in her chest beating rapidly at a conversation she didn’t want to be having.

The pause between them felt eternal.

“There’s not.”

Adora won’t let Catra shut it down. Of course. They’re as stubborn as each other. “You’re the one with the power to change that choice, Catra. It’s not too late for you. I know you. You can still join the rebellion. With me.”

Catra scoffed at the offer, “Or, how about this, Adora. You don’t know me. You could just stop being She-Ra. You could admit defeat. I’d say come back to the Horde but I think I made it pretty clear I don’t want you to.”

Adora’s arms flew out to her sides as she took another step forward. This time Catra held her ground, claws digging into the dirt along with the flesh of her arms.

“I don’t get it! Why are you so dead set on staying with the Horde?! You hate it there. They treat you horribly. Why do you want to stay?!”

Catra’s frown deepened. “They don’t treat me horribly anymore, Adora. Do you know why?” Catra stepped close enough to push the tip of her claw against Adora’s chest. She pressed hard enough to prick. “Because you left. You leaving made space for me to take up an opportunity that never would’ve happened with you there. I would never have made Force Captain with you around. I would’ve been stuck as just another grunt. Your little sidekick until we got to the top. And even then we wouldn’t have been equals!” Catra shoved Adora as her anger rose. “I told you that you leaving was the best thing to ever happen to me. Did you think I was lying?!”

“Yes!” Adora shoved back. “Of course I did! Do you really think I wanted to believe that you never wanted me around?! That you weren’t just saying those things in the Crystal Castle just to get a rise out of me?! Just to hurt me?! I’d never want to believe that’s really you, Catra because I mi–”

Adora cut herself off, fists clenching as she looked away. Catra’s gaze was becoming too hard to hold. All of this was becoming too hard.

“Because what, Adora?”

Adora’s shoulders slumped as she sighed heavily, “Nothing. It doesn’t matter. There’s no point in saying something I know you’ll mock me for.”

Catra tried not to let the sting affect her. Though she can’t help but let her own poison run through her veins. The poison of her own cruelty that Adora now just assumed. Catra didn’t know how to respond, so she left Adora to continue through the building hum of something in the distance that made Catra’s ears twitch.

“You’re better than the Horde Catra, I wish you could see that.”

Catra hissed in response, her ears still latching onto the sound of the evergrowing hum. Adora was still ranting at her when recognition set in – cold and hard and deep in her bones. The hum grew and grew, morphing into a blinding blast that shot out the canon of a Horde tank. Its target? Adora.

“–this because you’re smart and strategic and agile. You’d be invalu–”

It was instinct, Catra realised, when she grabbed Adora’s hand. The yank so hard that it cut Adora off and sent them both tumbling to the ground milliseconds before a laser shot through the air right where Adora had been stood. It felt like slow motion as they fell. Catra’s hand was still a death grip around Adora’s as her heart pounded and lungs froze halfway through a breath before her back slammed into the dirt and kicked up dust around their slumped forms. It was when Adora’s body crashed into her own that the remaining air in her lungs was sent flying outwards with a wheeze.

For a long, painful, moment that was full of deep, relieved breaths they just lay there – until Adora pushed herself up from where her face was buried in Catra’s neck.

Their wide eyes locked, and they stared.

How could they look away after that? After what Catra had just done. A million questions flew through Adora’s mind as Catra’s own drew blank. What the hell had she just done?

The closeness left them speechless. The heat of each other’s bodies, the proximity between their faces – heat coloured both their cheeks at the easy reminiscence their current position left them with as their minds flashed back to nights in the Horde lay together in Adora’s bunk, huddling close during the cold nights in the Fright Zone.

Scenario after scenario soon began making their appearance in Catra’s head while her eyes remained glued to Adora’s, her brain short-circuiting when it briefly locked onto a scenario that involved Adora’s lips. Her whole body buzzed with the anticipation of it, of what could have been, what she knows can’t be, so – she shook off the feeling and forced herself to be the one to snap them out of it.

“Get off me!” Catra yelped, her voice cracking as she resisted the final squeeze she wanted to give to the hand still clamped in her own. Catra shoved Adora back with a grunt, watching as she almost lost her footing before steadying herself on the uneven ground.

Adora scoffed, her arms jumbled and flailing like her thoughts, “You’re the one that saved me!”

“I didn’t save you.”

“Yes, you did! You saw that tank. You pulled me out of the way. You saved me…” Adora stood stunned for a moment, “Why did you save me?”

Catra felt sick at the question. Did Adora really feel she had to ask that?

Catra’s gaze dropped, looking anywhere but at Adora. The shame was too much. “I told you I didn’t–”

“Save me. Yeah, I know. Keeping lying to yourself, Catra, but you know that you did. You proved my point that there’s good in you.”

“We would’ve both got hit if I hadn’t moved us. Don’t think this was some act of kindness, Adora. It was for my own benefit.” Catra folded her arms as she spoke. It was easier to lie when she closed herself off. She could see it in Adora’s eyes though, she didn’t believe a word of it. Adora always tried to see the good in people. To a fault. Isn’t that part of what broke them?

“If I was She-Ra – would you have done the same?” Was a question Catra wasn’t expecting. It left her with an opportunity. One to change how Adora saw her now. She could give her hope in this moment, or she could crush it.

Catra hated false promises.

“I don’t know.” Is what she said.

Yes, of course. Even when you’re her, you’re still you – is what she wanted to say.

Adora’s face dropped. Catra hated the sight of it.

“Because I would’ve been fine, right? Because it wouldn’t have affected She-Ra like it would’ve me?”

Catra kept her face blank when she replied.

“If that’s what you want to let yourself think.”

Catra watched the crease of Adora’s brow grow, the slump of her shoulders, the disappointment and pain in her eyes. Catra’s gaze fell past Adora’s shoulders. A bunch of trees was far easier to look at than the expression on her face.

Adora’s lips parted for a moment as if she were about to say something. She didn’t. Instead, she turned away. The routine was done for the day. The crescendo of the dance had risen and fallen and Adora had walked away.

Catra wasn’t sure whether Adora could feel her eyes boring in her back. She didn’t care. She couldn’t look away. So she prayed Adora wouldn’t look back.

She didn’t.

[inkykeiji]

clari im overthinking your aus and i need some assistance so i was thinking about your student touya and how i wish i could get touyanii to beat his ass and that lead me to think about what if student touya touyanii ald bmb touya got into a fight now the first instinct is to say easy its bmb touya but allow me to make this more complicated than it needs to be for no reason so i think it depends on why theyre fighting if its like a dead or alive situation i feel like touyanii would get a stat boost from being the only one who knows how to love like he cant leave yn by herself??? whos gonna take care of her?? she herself?? dont be ridiculous no he would temporarily get a boost that would help him but now if theyre fighting about who gets to take yn to a nice long trip to Pound Town, USA absolutely bmb dabi would get that boost his horny brain has not known a second of peace since he met yn he wouldnt let them win he cant thats his only chance but now where does student touya come in? i'll admit i'd pay to see him get his ass kicked but i doubt he knows how to fight fair but then again isnt he too cocky to cheat? and what would change if weapons are allowed bc if touyanii has the knife yn gave him its all over

maybe they would all just be too disturbed bc they found out that different dimensions exist and wouldnt even get to fight (in that case student touya would win bc of course he "knew" there are multiple realities 😒🙄) anyways i have my money on touyanii but then idk if im just biased maybe the most obvious answer is the correct one

PLEASE ANON THIS HAD ME HOWLING I LOVE U SO MUCH AHAHA

you make very, very good points anon!! i absolutely love how much you’ve analyzed each version of my dabis ahahahahaha you’re so on point tho!! honestly, i don’t think dark academia!touya knows how to fight. he’s a pretty rich boy that’s always gotten exactly what he wants either through manipulation or just having it literally handed to him.

as such, he’d be shit in a physical fight, BUT if he were planning a murder....... ohohoho anon this is where he would shine. he’s very clever, very sly and super sneaky, skilled at both planning things out and thinking on the fly. he’s also like batman in a way, where he assesses every possible outcome he can before he commits the crime (not that batman commits crimes but yk what i mean) and comes up with a solution for each to make sure he’s as thoroughly prepared as possible.

you’re right to think that the general answer is touya-nii. he’s by far the most brutal out of all of my iterations of dabi. he’s borderline sociopathic, and he’s also sharp as hell, too. and you know that motherfucker wouldn’t play fair at ALL (would any of them tbh??? lmao) but whether he’s using his fists, his knife, or his gun, he’d be most likely to win <3

[erinelizabethh]

Hi there I’m the anon who sent in the request of headcanons for tokita ohma and THEY WERE SO GOOD THANK U SO MUCH😭😭💕💕so if u don’t mind me asking again🤧could I get some jealousy/protective headcanons for ohma thanks so much🥰

I’m so glad you liked them! This is a bit overdue and yeah I gotta do my homework but do I care?

Absolutely fucking not

Tokita Ohma Headcanons

Mess with his significant other and you’re getting fucked, like, period

As mentioned before, the climax of the last attempt made was undesirable for everybody. The arena, due to the greed of the more wealthy patrons of the Kengan Association, was compact with people sweating out their worries and possible debt with the quality entertainment your boyfriend could offer. At the forefront stood you and his employer, mere feet separating you from Ohma. Yes, following his movements as he endured a punch, a kick, an impact against the concrete… fucking sucked.

Regardless, your man was a winner and perhaps treating his wounds following the awesome sex the fight didn’t fucking suck. As long as he had fun, you supposed.

His opponent’s gaze shuffling from your boyfriend’s downed figure to look over your own was not so fun. Canines flashed at you, never faltering as he strutted your way to ensure his victory was that much sweeter. Now you did not sign up for any of that, but that definitely did not stop you from stepping aside to stand between the man and the beloved friend of your boyfriend, Yamashita Kazuo. “Uh, hi? The fu—“ The collar of your shirt was then held in his tight grip, lifting your whole body with it, which wasn’t very cash money of him

Also illegal. Of course, whatever jurisdiction that was to be followed in a Kengan match was written in a document Ohma could hardly read. Nobody could. Nevertheless, that certainly did not hinder your boyfriend’s decision to pull up behind this guy and throw him to the ground with an added squeeze of his windpipe, the first point of impact being his skull.

So there was his win: a fight to the near death as your beloved stood over a body unresponsive and defeated. Any attempt to comfort him, perhaps draw out a chuckle from him, was met with silence. He was pissed, and because his rage was never one to simmer, happiness be damned because it was your obligation to match it. For the rest of the day.

 Aside from that, Ohma is the personal bodyguard you never asked for. You could be the idiot that pokes your finger into the chest of the infamous Hatsumi Sen, scolding him for his flirtatious attitude that you were victim of, and Ohma is standing behind you with his arms crossed over the other as he counts the seconds of your foolery. Not just because of your tendency to enter conflicts, but also because of the similar tendencies of the lax man before you stemming from his endeavors to get into your pants.

As you are physically incapable of fighting anybody, at least not in the same caliber as Ohma, the fact alone becomes a distraction for him when he’s reminded of it. Now his gaze can’t help but linger on particular bruises that form when you do some dumb shit like bang your forehead against his. An accident you shrug off, he instead wishes it hurt less.

He is extremely protective of your happiness; anyone that threatens that he supposes should be taught a lesson. He was taught no other way to solve his problems, and since your problems are now his, he is the first to recommend to solve it with violence. Tears could be running down your face following a long and tiring lecture from your boss, and before Ohma can open his mouth you’ll hit him with a choked up, “No, you can’t beat up my boss!”

“You can throw the first punch,” he says, and now you’re laughing. Shit.

At least you’re laughing

Remember Hatsumi Sen? Ohma wishes he didn’t. A thorn in his side he used to describe him as, Sen was akin to the common cold—irritating, yet fleeting. Following your first time as audience to a Kengan match, he festered into a virus that aimed to inconvenience both Ohma and you, and thus, your relationship. In other words, he annoys the living shit out of your boyfriend.

Harmless he is, except Ohma is convinced he exists to hit every nerve within him. Every time the brunette inches closer to you, a grin tugged on his lips as you turn the other cheek in hopes it will turn him off, it drives the man fucking nuts. As your darling knight in shining armor, his fists remain clenched as he inches towards his breaking point, all because this guy can’t keep his hands off of you.

Does he have reason to be jealous? Fuck no. However, the same is for anyone that is under the impression you’re single and ready to mingle: you’re his, and you’re infringing on something that belongs to him, and that’s a problem. Why focus on his partner when you can just go away? Yes? Then leave.

Yes, you are capable of fighting with your words and delivering a swift kick to the nads on a good day, but you also happen to be someone that Ohma doesn’t want to see bothered. When someone attacks your state of being, you can very well assume your boyfriend is affected as well, which is perhaps why it is quite unfortunate that the two of you are inseparable. Nothing will get past him, best believe that.

He is the type to head your way and stand tall between you and whoever was doomed to ignorance, throwing a, “Hey. This guy bothering you or something?” over his shoulder. Now, the decision falls on you: do you wish to grant mercy to this man having the audacity to vie for your attention or do you want to kick back, maybe grab some popcorn, and watch Ohma flex his muscles for a dilemma so easy to solve?

… Well, how else is your boyfriend supposed to practice for his next match?

[franeridart]

Can i ask what (& why) Mina dragon is protecting?

You mean in the pic I posted? That’s just Baku and Kiri haha they’re there more for scale than anything else, really

Anon said:What role do Denki and Sero have in your take on the fantasy AU?

Sero’s a simple normal non-magic herbs merchant and amateur healer, Kaminari’s a lightning mage and a swordsman! They both also stumbled their way into being bards of sort, more for fun than anything else really - they used to travel alone and then they travelled together, till they travelled into the dragons’ territory without even realizing. Somehow, they managed to not die and get on the prince’s good side enough to be allowed to freely roam and maybe stay if they so wished

(they so wished)

Anon said:Ahh are you okay? If everything’s bad and all, feel better soon 🌟

Ahhhh, you’re sweet ;u; thank you!!

Anon said:Hey, I just really wanted to thank you! I only found you a couple months ago but your art has really inspired me. I owe a lot to you on finding an art style that’s comfortable for me. Not to mention, everything you do with Bakugou and Kirishima is the damn cutest thing and I can only love them more~! So thank you for all your lovely work!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh man that makes me super happy to hear!!!!!!!! I’m really really glad my messy art could help you like that haha and thank you so much for the compliments too aaaahhhh!!!!

Anon said:If you ever get around to some more fusions, how about some of the teachers with some students like midnight-bakugou and aizawa-momo?

ngl I have about maybe forty asks in my inbox with fusions suggestions in them, and I’m just letting them pile up cause… that au hasn’t been fun lately, but I think it might be again in the future? Maybe? So I’m leaving those there and waiting for inspiration to strike again - that said, I’m sort of intrigued about these specific combos :O why Midnight and Bakugou specifically? The more I think about this the more I can’t tell if what’d come out would be something sexy or just utterly ridiculous lmao

Anon said:Just imagine Kiri and Baku getting married, and Fatgum is the one to give Kiri away and they couldn’t decide on a best man so there’s like 5 people giving speeches and there are Manly Tears shed.

What do you mean imagine, isn’t this exactly how it’s gonna go hahaha tho I can totally see Bakugou being 100% unaware of the best man situation, at some point after maybe the third speech he’s like is this done can we go now but nope there’s more people - Kirishima has a vague idea of it but as far as he knew it should have been only Denki and Hanta and Mina? Maybe? Most of the oragization of the wedding was left in Mina and Kaminari’s hands after all. But since everyone noticed that Bakugou’s already short patience is disappearing fast and  since 1A is made of a bunch of assholes once Mina’s done Jirou’s like, okay my turn, and then it’s Deku, and then it’s Uraraka, and then Todoroki and Tokoyami and Hagakure and Tsuyu and Iida and Momo too why the hell not - Kirishima’s crying and laughing and Bakugou’s 1% touched and 99% ready to blow up, which, honestly, is exactly how a wedding between these two is supposed to end

Anon said:Hello.-wave- I know this isn’t a question but i love your art work and how you made Baku and his red haired boy friend (i forgot his name :( ) just bounce off each other so perfectly. Now I hope those two actually be a couple in the anime. :)

Ahhhhh I doubt they’ll actually become canon haha it’s a Jump shounen after all - but I’m glad you like the way I portray them!!!!! thank you so much!!

Anon said:TINY DRAGON BAKUGOU IS THE BEST AAAAAA (He’d be like the tiniest, bitchiest cat.)

HAPPY YOU LIKED HIM OMFG!!! and yes, yes that’s exactly how he is haha

Anon said:I wanna tell you how much I love you. Except… there are no words that can express just how much that is. I’ve tried writing to you off-anon before, but, I’m just too shy. (Even using anon, I’m really nervous.) Seeing your artwork always brightens my day. I enjoy reading your tags, comments, replies. I really appreciate your hard work and thank you for sharing it with us. I’m sorry for bothering you and you don’t have to reply. I hope you have a very lovely weekend!! ^^

You’re so sweet orz so damn sweet oh my god, thank you so much for every kind word ;O; I hope you’ll have the best week, anon!!!!

Anon said:Dragon Baku be lookin like a mango, I love him so much. Bless u Fran

A mango!!!!! Amazing, I was thinking about an explosion as far as colors go but a mango incredible I’m never unseeing that ever hahaha thank you, by the way!!! I’m glad you liked himmm!!!!!

Anon said:OOF SO ARE THEY BOTH DRAGON SHIFTERS??????

YES THEY ARE!!!!!

Anon said:How do you think Bakugou and Kirishima would react to finding out their kid was getting bullied in school? What would they say to them?

What a heavy question holy shit, I’m actually not sure? I’m not even sure a kid raised by Bakugou and Kirishima would ever let themselves be bullied, really, so the real question here is why is this kid being bullied? Based on what the answer to that is, they’d probably react in different ways. And what they’d tell the kid would change as well, of course. Well, either way they’d probably go raise hell inside the school, both of them

(then again we’re talking about Bakugou (a former bully himself) and Kirishima (a kid that used to physically fight bullies) and their kid, so maybe the actual conversation - in case the kid were ever to actually admit to it, cause Bakugou and Kirishima’s kid might not even ever do that - would probs go something like,kid: “what if there were someone at school I was having problems with?��baku: “kill them” kiri: “Katsuki! you don’t kill them, you talk to them, and if they try to touch you you punch them as hard as you can right on the chin just like we taught you”)

(When the next day they’re called in because their kid has made a classmate bleed Bakugou fist-bumps them and Kirishima put on his hero face and voice and tells the principal that next time if they don’t want their kid to defend themselves they should make it so that they didn’t need to in the first place)

Anon said:I started reading black clover because of that one sketch you did, and i had such a tough time stopping so I can get school work done 😅 in one day I’ve read 122 chapters and I didn’t want to stop

AHHHHH I’M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT!!!!!! It’s such a nice manga oh boy ;O;

Anon said:Imagine Bakugou seeing Kirishima being attacked or hurt by a villain. I imagine he would immediately explode and charge in to kill said villain? I’m not sure if you’ve seen it, but I also think of that scene in RWBY Volume 3 with Blake and Yang.

I haven’t watched it, sorry ;-; but yeah! Bakugou protecting Kirishima is something I’m waiting for the actual manga to deliver, so I try not to think too much about it to keep it fresh in case Horikoshi’ll ever be that nice to me haha but anyway we sort of saw how he reacted to Kiri being in mild “danger” during the license exam, so I guess for him to actually lose his mind and explode/get angry Kiri should be in serious danger. Like, post-Rappa fight type of danger, probably.  Ahhhhhhhh boy, I seriously hope Hori will be kind enough to make something like that happen (………not that I want Kiri hurt, tho ;–;)

Anon said:Fran, Fran!!! New dgm chapter on the 16th October!!!!!!!!!!

I KNOW! And I won’t be here for it, can you believe ;~; I’m sad o

Anon said:what are your thoughts on trans kiri??

More or less the same as my thoughts on trans baku! I don’t share the headcanon myself, but there’s a lot of good art and works out there with that headcanon which I enjoyed a lot, and if that’s how you wanna see the character then go for it! Who’s even got the right to stop you hahaha

Anon said:Ooh, u read erasermic fics?? Got any faves??

Seems like I only got two in my bookmarks :O x x (and the second is an hp au haha) (I’m sure I read and loved more tho, I’ll have to come back on this when I have the time)

Anon said:Another thing about Invisible girl and Aizawa using his quirk on her. They used a tail as an example of erasing quirks and the tail was still there but it was like a dead limb. So if he used it on her she may actually be visible. I was thinking about this for awhile and I think it might work that way.

That might be! But then again, that still depends on why she’s invisible - if that’s just the way her skin is made then I don’t think Aizawa’s quirk would change anything? I dunno tho, it’s hard to headcanon about Tooru since we know so little about her!

Anon said:sorry I asked about eri-chan and I agree I really want her to be able to but what about her completely destroying her entire ability?? like not giving people their quirks back but make it so she can’t erase them anymore?? if you get me??

OH YEAH SORRY I TOTALLY MISREAD YOUR ASK OH MY GOD I’m not sure she can do that tho? Like, assuming destroying quirks is her quirk to begin with, I’d assume her body would be built in such a way that she’d be immune to it? It’s just the way I see it, tho :O

[sad-af1121]

The Ultimate Betrayal (One-shot)

Requested by Anon: can you do a bucky or a steve smut where ur a villain n he doesn't know n then ur hanging out at the tower n he somehow figures out n u guys fight(physically) but u guys somehow get into a sexual position and then smut fyi i love ur writing.  Pairings: Steve Rogers x Hydra Agent!Reader Word Count: 3720 Warnings: NSFW (Smut), Angst, fighting (physical), language, death ;~; A/N: I have been struggling with my writing for some time now but I am happy and proud of myself that I managed to get this up here and completed it. I worked hard and I apologize if it isn’t that good? I hope y’all enjoy! Feedback is welcomed 💜

Heels clicking against the marble floors, you sighed in content from your long day of hanging out with the girls- Wanda, and Nat… even Sam joined. You huffed out a laugh, remembering how he tried getting you to go out with him, but you let him down gently, knowing he was only doing that to get your mind off Steve. He was called for a last-minute mission about two months ago.

You needed a distraction, thinking the worse.

The first few weeks were normal, messaging each other back and forth daily, letting you know how things were going. Then he suddenly stopped after the fourth week into his mission. Steve became less and less responsive, giving you bullshit answers as to why he couldn’t answer back when you knew he spoke with the others every day. Then what changed?

You two were close, told each other everything and spent whatever time he had away from work with smiles and laughter.  Your heart swelled seeing him, it was as if it would burst at any moment. His bright smile, deep blue eyes, and charm were something you wanted in a man who wasn’t rough and hard-headed like most men. You wanted someone with a heart of gold, and a mind that was open to everything. No judgments whatsoever.

But your heart was your enemy.

Working as one of the towers staff, you made sure each Avenger was taken care of. Their needs met if they had any. Steve made you feel right at home when you first started working- not letting the strict environment get the best of you. It was warmer and more inviting than you thought, especially getting along with everyone except Bucky.

He never liked you; only dealing with your presence because of Steve. You had a feeling he kept his eyes on you the moment you stepped into the scene, but you shrugged it off, knowing he couldn’t, no wouldn’t do anything to you. Nonetheless, Bucky refused to let go the strange sense that you weren’t who you said you were. Hiding behind lies. He had no other choice but to keep a close eye on you, even if that meant getting told off by Steve to leave you alone.

Bucky believed his mind was fucking with him again, making up the feeling in his gut that told him otherwise. He never took a step to say anything, afraid he’d be wrong and jeopardize his friendship with Steve. He couldn’t let his mind control him again. So, Bucky left you alone, not saying a word to you or coming near you. He kept his distance.

If only he knew he was right.

As you approached your room, you swiped your card in the slot, the green light accessing you in before stepping into your pitched black room- your comfort zone of silence. Along with working here, you were a 24-hour staff member, meaning you would be contacted any time during the day if needed- allowing you to live amongst the team.

It had its advantages.

Sighing happily- still buzzed from the drinks you had earlier, you opened your door and shut it before switching on the lights. When you raised your head, your eyes adjusting to the fluorescent lights, your heart nearly jumped out of your chest as you stumbled back meeting the surface of the door. Steve was dressed in his uniform, his large bulky arms crossed over his chest as he stood by your desk with his shield leaning against it. You couldn’t help tearing your eyes away from his stern demeanor to his shield, the Vibranium reflecting the light. His expression was hard and displeasing. Disappointed almost as you saw his jaw and fists clench in your presence. His body was tensed as his eyes bore into yours, the smile from your face fading away.

He was ready to fight.

“Steve… you’re back.” You sounded relieved, your tone shaky yet anxious as you swallowed, the atmosphere growing awkward and thick. He observed you, his cold eyes scanning your every feature as his mind processed every information. It was like he was hacking into you, trying to break the wall you built.

They built.

“My mission brought me back here. There’s a traitor in the tower. I’m here to take them under my custody and evaluate for questioning.” He informed, not blinking at all. Steve was emotionless, his guard was up high and strong. He wasn’t going to let anything tear that down. Even if his heart didn’t want to.  

You didn’t take your eyes off him. Knowing what he meant, you tried your best not to give anything away, hoping there was probably another slip in the building. But that was unlikely. He undoubtedly knows and you couldn’t give yourself out like that.

“And you’re in my room… why?” You asked in curiosity.

“I think you know the answer to that, Y/N. Tell me, did you get what you came looking for?” He asked bitterly, his voice becoming deeper, filled with rage. You could have cringed to how he sounded like you were some disease and didn’t want to come near you. Steve looked pained yet anger fueled in him, something inside him wanted to hold him back from doing this, but he had to. He had no choice.

This annoyed you, he could stop and let you go, avoiding what he was planning to do. Instead, it reminded you why you came here in the first place. Making friends, laughing, having a good time, and falling for an Avenger wasn’t your assignment- they were all distractions from your given task. But you didn’t have this freedom to feel.

Or any freedom at all.

You got lost in each Avenger, their personality and actions drawing you away from your purpose. You grew fond of them. Never experiencing true love and happiness made you second guess your part in what you believed in- brainwashed to believe in. You looked down at the ground, avoiding his judgmental glare.

“Steve.” you murmured.

“How could you?” He interrupted, cocking his head to the side. He let you in, thinking you were just a sweet, honest, hard-working member of SHEILD who wanted to do the right things in life. Instead, you lied.

And Steve hated liars. You betrayed him.

Visibly gulping, you knew he wasn’t going to show you any empathy regardless of the relationship you two had built and the attraction that was starting to grow. There was only one way of getting out of this situation. And you wished it didn’t go that way.

“You know why. HYDRA must take down anything and anyone who is a threat.” You informed, your voice dropping from its honeyed and caring attitude to firm and demeaning as you looked up, your eyes growing dark and cold like something soulless. “You and everyone here must be taken down. No matter what.”

“I can’t let you do that, Y/N. I don’t want to hurt you.” Steve stepped forward, taking a stance. He saw how you rolled your shoulders, taking deep steady breaths as you prepared yourself for any physical action if necessary. Steve placed his hands up, showing he wouldn’t do any harm.

For now.

“Make this easy for the both of us. It doesn’t have to go like this.” He said as he scanned your body once again, trying to detect if there were any weapons on you or around your room.

“I’m not letting you take me.” You declared, confident that you weren’t going to change your mind. Without another word, you threw one of your hidden switch blades at him, aiming at his chest. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, being on high alert as you were going to make sure he or anyone else, take you in.

That would be worse than death itself if you were captured.

Steve’s eyes widened, seeing the sharp disk glide through the air, straight for him. He reached out for his shield, instantly blocking it from piercing his torso before he charged your way.

Running, you grabbed a vase off a table, hurling it at his body in which it smashed against his brick like exterior, the pieces falling to the ground. You threw kicks from left to right, each on skillfully blocked by the blonde as he tried not to stumble over the furniture in your room. Steve grabbed one leg, twirling you around and tossing your body across the room like nothing.  

Once you collided with the wall, your head and back stung with pain that every nerve in your body throbbed. The air from your lungs vacuumed out, causing an eruption of uncontrollable coughing as your limp body slid to the ground. Grunting, you got back up on your feet, cracking your neck as you glared at Steve, concerned etched on his face.

“Wow… that was lame. Afraid to hit a girl, Stevie?” A mockingly smirk laid across your face as Steve flared his nostrils.

“This is your final chance to give up. I can take you in dead or alive.” He paused, looking down at your bag near the door. “Or you can give us whatever information you took and I’ll put in a good word with Fury. You can help us locate more HYDRA bases and take them down.” He said, swallowing as he watched your smirk disappear. You thought back to your laptop that had your life’s work, encasing all the information you extracted from each Avenger and other things about SHIELD that could help HYDRA bring them down for good. You hesitated, figuring out if this was worth it or not. Your life was at risk no matter what.

So, what did you have to lose?

“How about I kick your ass and get the hell out of here so that my leaders can do whatever they please with you and the rest of the scoundrel living in this god forsaking place. I’d rather die than live in a cell, being treated like nothing.” You spat, grinning like a mad man as Steve balled up his fists, jaw locking and eyes boring into yours.

In a blink of an eye, Steve flung his shield, throwing you off guard. You instantly ducked, the shield missing your head by a thread as you tumbled forward, hiding behind a couch. Taking out a knife from the base of your heel, you heard Steve’s hurried footsteps coming your way. Groaning in annoyance, you jumped up, slashing your knife in all directions, trying to stab him but he swiftly blocked every move.

You had enough, the sweat running down your brows and your heart thudded incredibly fast as exhaustion was finally creeping onto you. He was a super soldier with immense energy and strength but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be taken down. You decided to sucker punch Steve in the face, giving you some advantage as he stumbled back before the blade met his arm, slicing through the mesh of his suit as well as his flesh.

Hissing at the pain, Steve elbowed you in the face knocking you on your ass once again, the scarlet red fluid streaming down his arm. However, you kicked his feet out from under him, sending him to the ground with a thud as your knife slid across the tile floor. You quickly scurried to grab it before Steve grasped your leg, pulling you away. You continued to bash your heel into his face, smashing his nose as he let go. The pain surged through him, every nerve screaming as he cradled his broken nose, snapping it in place before grabbing your other leg.

“I’m not letting you get away!” he grunted in frustration, finally getting a good hold on you. In return, you growled as Steve climbed on top of you, locking you in between his muscular thighs as they squeezed you. You tried pushing him off, but his expressive weight and grip on you wouldn’t end. Defeat was written across your face as he straddled your waist before pinning your wrists to the ground.

“Let go of me!” you snarled, tugging your arms, and kicking your legs. But it was no use.

“Stop, moving! It’s over!” He shouted, tightening his grip before you went slack, beaten, and worn out. You couldn’t believe it. You became vulnerable.

“Cut off one head, two more grows in my place. Remember that, Cap.” You gritted your teeth, disgusted by him before a light bulb went off in your head. Toying with his feeling would be your only solution to escape. Only if it worked. You stilled, licking your lips.

Let go of me, Steve. You purred, rocking your hips against his, and arching your back.

Steve sucked in a breath, watching your pupils dilate, lips parted, and cheeks turn rosy pink. He felt a shiver run up his spine, feeling your body move underneath and radiate heat. His face burned a deep chrisom as he tried calming himself, not letting your lust blown-self get to him.

“C-cut it out, Y/N.” He stuttered, feeling his blood rush to his cock that began to harden. You smirked, biting your lip as you released a shaky breath, arousal written all over your face.

“What’s wrong, Stevie? You don’t look so good.” Playfully pouted, you arched your back some more, displaying your harden nipples through the thin material of your tank top.

Eyes widening, Steve let out a feral growl, his heart rate increasing as ragged breaths spilled from his lips. You felt his grip loosen, giving you the perfect opportunity to slide yourself closer to his crotch. You palmed his cock through the fabric of his pants, feeling it strained against his thighs. It gave you the flawless image of how impressive his member was.

“Oh god, Y/N.” He breathed, his voice shaking as you continued to play his cock, squeezing it ever so slightly by the base and tugging at it.

“Fuck me, Steve. Just this once and I’ll give you whatever you want. Please.” You moaned softly, squeezing your thighs together, trying to give your clit some friction as you felt a puddle of your wetness seep through your panties.

The lewd sounds of your neediness and desperation were the only thing Steve needed to hear, sniffing your arousal in the air before he grabbed your arms, pulling you to your feet as he sat down on your loveseat in the corner of the room. You quickly straddled his hips then pulled the zipper to his pants down, moaning to the sight of his cock throbbing and angry red at the tip.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, taking his cock out and slowly stroking the shaft.  

“I c-can’t… fuck.” He whispered, throwing his head back onto the couch. It felt wrong but he couldn’t help but ease the ache he had for months ever since you came to the tower. The tension between you two had been growing immensely. He wanted to give into his desires before you’d be taken away for good.

He won’t see you after this moment.

“You’re so hard, Stevie. I bet this is all for me, huh? I’m not even sure if you’re gonna fit in my tight pussy.” You giggled, amused by his sudden change in behavior. His body stiffened as a growl emitted from his chest, gripping your hips as his nails dug into your softness before bucking his.

“Y/N” He moaned softly; your name rolling off his tongue like sweet honey. He gnawed on his lower lip, bruising the soft flesh as he lifted his hips once again. You ran a finger underneath his shaft up to his tip, smearing the precum around the tip.

“Tell me what you want, baby. Say it.” You urged, pumping his cock faster and faster until he was squirming underneath you.

“I wanna fuck you! J-Jesus Christ, let me fuck you, Y/N. I need to be inside you.” He blurted out before pulling you forward, locking his lips with yours.

Instantly melting into it, you wrapped your hand around his neck, pulling him closer as you tugged his hair by the nape. Your tongues danced in harmony making Steve groan before it became heated. The lack of air made him lightheaded, but he didn’t want to pull away. His large calloused hands roamed all over your body, stopping on your soft mounds as he pinched and rubbed your nipples through the fabric of your top.  

Moaning breathlessly, you didn’t waste any time taking off his tactical gear before he grabbed you by the hips, lifting your body effortlessly. He stood, setting you down gently as you two took off the remaining of your clothes. Once both of you were bare, you pushed Steve back down on the seat, throwing your legs on either side of him before grinding your bare pussy against his pulsating cock. The slick gave you two the perfect amount of friction as you continued to tease Steve, enjoying how small he became under your touch. He’d do anything in that state, but you didn’t want to risk your plan of slipping through his fingers- you might as well get a good fuck out of it.

Having enough of your games, Steve lifted you up grabbing his cock as he aligned it with your dripping core that radiated heat. Biting down on your lip, you sunk down onto it before a loud gasp spilled from your lips as his cock stretched you.

“O-oh my god.” You breathed, adjusting to his thickness.

Steve groaned, sucking in a breath before latching his mouth to your neck as he marked you with hickeys and bites. You arched your back, pressing your breasts against his flushed chest, rubbing your nipples against him. This made him moan, the sensation of your hardened nipples moving across his heated skin drove him nuts.

“Pl-please move. I don’t think I can h-hold it in anymore.” Steve choked, taking deep steady breaths before you rolled your hips, feeling his cock swell with every second. His mouth dropped open as your cunt eagerly squeezed his cock. The sensation alone was like a drug, causing him to forget about what happened earlier and crave you more than ever.  

You furrowed your brows, overwhelmed by his cock as placed your hands on his chest. Steve scooted lower in his seat, allowing his hips some free room to thrust into you. The slick sounds started to echo around the room along with your sweet moans and whimpers. Steve buried his face into the crook of your neck, eyes shut as he allowed you to take control. You bounced on his cock, your ass slapping against his thick thighs as you continued to chase after your release. You knew you two wouldn’t last long, knowing Steve could cum at any moment. But you permitted yourself some patience, slowing down your actions then circling your hips and feeling him inside you.

“Jesus Christ, doll.” Steve panted, that pet name sending a shiver up your spine but more heat to your cunt.

“Ch-choke me, Steve… D-do it!” you muttered, watching as his eyes widened in horror. Picking up his heavy hand, you brought it to your throat, showing him how. “Squ-squeeze the sides, but not too hard. En-enough to constrict my air w-way.” You explained as he complied.

As he wrapped his hand around your neck, your eyes instantly rolled back as he applied the right amount of pressure, creating stars in your mind. Steve gasped, feeling your pussy tighten around his cock as he began thrusting hard. You were going to be sore after but it didn’t matter. Your pussy ached to cum, especially around his member.

Your heartbeats pounded insanely fast, a thin sheet of sweat forming across your bodies as your breaths were short yet heavy, alerting each other’s climaxes. Steve couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, the pleasure he gave you pushed him closer to the edge before he released his load into your cunt, coating your walls with his thick hot cum. A string of curses left his lips as his body shook, his cock pumping out the last few drops.

Steve. You cried, clinging onto him like life itself as he released his hold from your neck. Your body burned, every nerve screaming with pleasure as your toes curled, muscles twitched, and the warmth fluttering feeling in your stomach satisfied. Seeing stars or colors wouldn’t even begin to describe what you saw and felt as you came down from your high. Steve was quiet, his face buried in your neck as you cradled his head in your arms.

You clenched your jaw, knowing you had to do it now or you’ll be taken away. Taking a deep breath, you pulled out the syringe from the corner of the seat that you grabbed your bag earlier when you were on the ground. It’s filled with enough tranquilizer to knock him into an unconscious state, giving you enough time to run. As you were about to plunge the needle into the back of his neck, Steve moved away quicker than a blink of an eye, pulling out his blade from the cushion and stabbing you right in the neck.

The sound of the needle dropping to the ground echoed throughout the room as tears welled up in your eyes. You stared at the man you grew to love, allowing him to live rather than die by the hands of a HYDRA agent.

“I’m sorry.” His voiced cracked as his piercing blue eyes kept its hard glare on you before you fell back, blood running down your body that began to turn cold.

When you hit the floor, you ignored the pain but focusing on Steve as he sat there, watching you die, watching your heart break and watching you fail.

“H-hail HY-.” A gunshot ranged around the quiet room, silencing you- killing you.

Steve didn’t hesitate, shooting you right between the eyes- not wanting to hear those words coming from you. A single tear ran down his cheek as he leaned down to grab his comm from his pants, inserting it in his ear.

“It’s done.” He informed, eyes never leaving your face as he dropped his gun and sat back in the chair.

Whoever said love always got in the way... lied.

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