#or that because of his weak heart that it would be wrong to form a serious relationship

[chastiefoul]

jjk men coming home and finding you crying

ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji fluff and comfort

gojo satoru

you wiped your eyes quickly as you heard the door opened. you took a deep breath, making sure your voice didn’t come as shaky as you said, “welcome home, toru.” with a big grin and the usual paper bag filled with sweets on his right hand he planted a kiss on your head. “i’m home baby.”

you were just about to let out a sigh of relief when satoru suddenly knelt in front of you who’s on the couch, blindfold off as his blue eyes stared as if seeing right through you. “what’s wrong?” he said softly, his knuckles brushing over your cheek with such a careful gesture. “what do you mean?” you tilted your head, cringing inside at the bad feign. “you can’t fool my six eyes, baby. also what kind of boyfriend i’ll be if i can’t even notice when my girl is sad?”

you tried to form a sentence to say as an excuse but the kisses he peppered across your face wasn’t really helping. you chuckled as you whine softly, “toruu.” the white-haired man cupped your face, a gorgeous smile on his face. “my favorite sound, baby,” he said, kissing your lips. “tell me? pleaseeee.” you laughed once more at his emphasis at the last word. “it’s really nothing, toru.”

“i love listening to nothing. we even have some sweets here as snacks,” he said, opening the paper bag excitedly. “i think you just want an excuse to eat it at 8 pm,” you raised an eyebrow, as he grinned. “nonsense, baby. now c’mere, let me hold you while you tell your story.” he put you between his legs, your back resting on his broad chest comfortably. you sighed out of wonderment, thinking how you could be so lucky, being this loved by the man.

“here, pick whatever. this one is my favorite,” he rummaged through the bag that’s on your lap. you looked at him with fondness as his face leaned in beside you to see better. “yeah? you’ll give me your favorite?”

“there’s nothing in the world that you can’t get, baby.” he kissed the side of your face. “now start from the very beginning.”

geto suguru

“if you thought you were doing a great job hiding those tears i have some news for you sweet girl,” geto’s voice was gentle on your ear as he wipe the wet residue underneath your eyes with the inner sleeve of his robe. “i wasn’t really hiding it,” you frowned, somehow not liking the fact that he noticed your little moment of weakness. “yeah? so you were just rubbing your eyes all rough like that for no reason?” he gave you a little smile.

yeah, it was a battle you had lost from start.

he put his arms around you, rubbing your back in a soothing pattern. “what’s wrong baby, everything okay?” you melted right into his touch, resting your head on his chest right on the calming beating of his heart. “yeah, it’s not really a big deal,” you mumbled, your low spirit was really affecting him more than he would ever let you know. his hand kept moving as he once again kissed the side of your head, a low chuckled escaped him. “you’re cute when you think you have a choice on telling me what had upset you.”

you laughed softly at his playfulness, knowing full well to you’ll end up telling your boyfriend everything. “you’re right. but can i tell you later?” you asked, wanting just this peaceful moment to last just a little longer as you held him tight.

“’course baby, got all the time in the world for you.”

nanami kento

nanami already knew that something was off when the house felt a little quiet as he arrived. and then he found you hunched over as you stood behind the kitchen counter. “honey?” you wiped your eyes with what you thought was the speed of sound but it was clear to both of you that you had been crying. “hi ken, how was work?” you replied with a small voice, a smile nanami didn’t particularly like plastered on your face; only because it seemed forced.

“oh no, we’re not breezing past it. come here my love.” and his embrace enveloped you like a dream, all warm and perfect. he stroke your hair ever so softly as he whispered sweet nothings. when you calmed down a little he sneaked a hand under your jaw, rubbing his thumb on your cheek gently, a gesture with amount of love you could only guess. “what’s wrong, hm?” he questioned you, his eyes shone with adoration; there’s only you in that moment.

“i’m okay, ken. more importantly aren’t you tired from work?” there’s a deep crease between the blond’s man eyebrows he heard you say this, as if that was the most offensive thing he had ever heard from you. “’more importantly?’ there could be nothing that’s more important than you, dear,” he said, knowing that concern was from a good place, like he was worrying over you, of course you would fuss over him who just came home from work.

“still…” you hesitated, but he kissed it out of you quickly. “want me to prepare you a bath, love? you know i can get the perfect temperature for you,” he whispered, coaxing you. and he was right, even sometimes he would get it right more often than you. before you could even mumble out another excuse he continued. “and while you do that i’ll prepare dinner, okay? i’m sure there’re still some ingredients left to make that nice meal you like.”

“no, i couldn’t possibly let you do all the work ken-“

“love, i’m here. you can relax, okay? you always do so much for me, let me do this for you,” he reassured you, cupping your face as he trailed your cheeks with soft kisses. you’re still not convinced, as he smiled over your great concern. “do this for me, please?” he tried once more and there’s no way you could refuse that. you nodded, feeling another wave of tears coming out of gratitude for your boyfriend., “thank you ken, i love you so much.”

“i love you too. and when you’re ready to talk, i’m here okay? always.”

toji fushiguro

he lifted you up, your leg instinctively wrapped themselves around his waist as he grabbed both of your thighs to support you. you tighten the hold of your arms around his neck, resting your head on your shoulder, nuzzling closer to his neck; not wanting him to see your post-crying face.

he sat you on the kitchen counter, putting both of his hands on the hard surface, on either side of your body practically refraining you to run away. “what’s wrong pretty girl?” he asked you who’s currently staring at the fingers on your lap as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world. he kissed your shoulder blade, intentionally lingering a little long to hopefully calm your nerves. “nothing, i guess,” you answered nonchalantly, like detaching yourself. “you’re shit at lying babe, you know that right? look at the frown that you’re wearing right now, it’s almost touching the floor,” he said as he kissed your neck next. “mean,” you meant to frown, and you realized you were already doing that for the past hour. fine, maybe he had a point, so what?

“nah, what’s mean is when my girl won’t even tell me what made her upset,” he said, tilting his head confidently, his big hand on your waist as he rubbed your side. the look on his face was enough to make you relent. “fine… you’ll force it out of me sooner or later anyways,” you mumbled as he smiled, knowing that you needed a little push is all to sound your worries. “atta girl.”

“tell me all ‘bout it yeah? don’t leave out a single detail. then maybe if you’re up for it, i can show you that i got many ways to cheer you up,”

[kurokawaia]

HICKEY, PLEASE? 彡 Bakugou, Shoto, Deku

| MDNI - 18+ | WARNINGS :: innocent female reader and Pro Hero versions of Izuku, Bakugou, and Shoto. soft D/s dynamics, praise kink, possessive behavior, emotionally intense intimacy, first-time, mention of blood, and power imbalance due to experience and age. Reader is shy, inexperienced, and emotionally submissive.+ more? MINI ONESHOTS. total wc :: 2.8k+

SYNOPSIS. Asking bakugou, shoto, deku and shinsou to give you a hickey >.< | part 1 (aizawa, dabi, hawks)

BAKUGOU

After a long day patrolling and keeping the community safe, when Bakugou got home, what he didn't expect to see was you acting all weird. And it didn't stop for hours. If you were anything right now, it had to be jumpy, that would be the only way to describe it. He noticed instantly, it's hard not to notice when you are usually so sweet and easy going around him, so the sudden change had his mind reeling, not knowing if he's done something wrong. 

You two went through eating dinner, relaxing on the couch, snuggling up with eachother and if there was one thing Bakugou noticed was how jumpy you were whenever he touched you. Now you sat across him on his bed, knees tucked up to your chest, stealing glances at him while he was taking his hoodie off. He does run on the hotter side. 

Bakugou was on his phone briefly, most likely replying or looking at the group chat, or having a quick check of his emails, but it wasn't too long before he caught you staring. He was confused because you looked away like you had something to hide and got caught. He wondered if it was because he had taken his hoodie off, but that couldn't be the case because you've seen him shirtless many times. 

"The hell's wrong with you?" he finally grunted, tossing his phone to the side, making a dull clank agasint the bedside table.

Your cheeks heat up, and you mentally curse. He was your boyfriend, and you can't even ask him something so simple, something that he has, in fact, even done before. You are weak when it comes to Katsuki, though. "Nothing! Don't worry about it, Kats', really," you replied, a gentle smile rising on your lips while you shook your head.

"You're a shit liar," he says with a small scoff before a smirk raised on his lips. 

You let out an annoyed groan. You can't get anything past him. Your throat felt dry. You wanted to ask for it, but you couldn't even manage to form the words. How would you even ask Katsuki to give you a hickey? What if he thought the idea was stupid? Which isn't the case at all, as he has given you multiple before, but that was in the heat of the moment type of behaviour, asking for one specifically is a different thing in its entirety. 

Bakugou slumps down onto the bed in front of you, specifically. He lies over your legs, propping his chin on a balanced elbow. How can you not confess when he's looking up at you like that? You can't even move either. You thread your arms over his shoulder, one of your hands playing with the hair at the base of his neck.

"C'mon, what you' hiding, princess?" Bakugou hummed, watching you carefully. "Entertain me."

"Well, I just wanted to ask for something," you start in an unbothered tone, looking away from him briefly, shrugging your shoulders. "But it doesn't matter anymore, it's dumb."

"Nothing you want is dumb, baby," he said, giving your bare thigh a little pinch, causing you to pout at him from the sudden action. 

"What about the time I asked you to get me a duck?" I retort, removing my arms from around his shoulder, folding them below my chest. "You said that was dumb."

He rolls his eyes. "That was a dumb question. Where would we put it? We live in an apartment right now, baby. You were having duck fever because you saw a lady feed them pea water or whatever the fuck it was. "

"Yeah, but still," you mumble. A few moments passed, and you swore he could hear your heart beating. In a quieter voice, you continued, "I kinda wanted you to give me a hickey."

There was a heavy pause while Bakugou's eyes widened before he let out a laugh. "You embarrassed now? That's fucking hilarious."

Your cheeks heated up as your jaw dropped in shock, "I knew you would act like that!

"Just joking, baby," he replied, his laugh dying out as he reached for your palm, placing a slow kiss before pulling away. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood, or I would be fucking you deep right now. You want me to show everyone who you belong to?"

His words struck nothing but pure heat and butterflies within your body. "I do," you replied, your heart beating faster as Bakugou raised himself off your body.

Your heart was in your throat when he hooked a finger under your chin and forced you to look up at him. "Yeah, I thought so." His hands were already sliding around your waist, hauling you onto his lap roughly. You squeaked as he shoved your hair back, baring your neck.

"Hold still, baby," he muttered right against your skin, breath hot. "Gonna make it real fuckin' obvious."

"I wouldn't want anything else, Kats'," you replied in a teasing tone, causing him to smirk in response before he slowly went in for your neck. You let out a shaky sigh at the contact, your reaction only made him more desperate to mark you. He thought you were stupid for being so hesitant to ask him for something like this. 

Once he had you straddling his lap, Bakugou didn't waste time. His big hands gripped your hips possessively, keeping you pinned as he leaned in, his mouth ghosting over your neck without touching yet.

"Tch," Bakugou muttered. "Listen to you. Gettin' worked up over nothin'..."

But you weren't imagining the way his breathing was getting heavier, too. Slowly, torturously slow, he let his lips brush the sensitive spot just below your ear, just barely touching you, sending a shiver skittering down your spine. You gasped softly, hands clutching at his shoulders.

"That good already? Shit, baby," he mumbled before a groan slipped past his lips at the feeling of your arousal soaking his sweats and your cunt subtly pressing hard against his hardening cock. Without much warning, he couldn't take it any longer with moving slow, that's not how he does things, not at all, and you know it better than anyone. 

His lips make full contact with your neck, sucking deep and slow, teeth grazing your skin enough to make you whimper. His tongue soothed the spot after, only to suck again, rougher this time. You buried your face in his shoulder, overwhelmed. Fuck, this is exactly what you wanted, to have Bakugou worship you with his touch and kisses. Exactly what you want.

"Don't hide," he growled, tugging you back by the hair so you had to bare your throat to him again, a moan falling past your lips at the sudden action, your core getting more heated by the second. "I wanna hear you."

The wet sounds of him marking you filled the room, your soft little noises only spurring him on. When he finally pulled back, he stared at the dark bruise blooming on your neck and smirked.

"Look at that shit," he rasped with a smirk. "Perfect."

Then he kissed the bruise sweetly, making you melt into him all over again. Bakugou stared at the bruise he'd left on your neck like he was proud of it, his lips glistening and his eyes filled with need, need to consume you whole. 

"Tch. You're lucky I've got control, baby," he muttered, brushing his thumb under your chin to tilt your face back up. "You don't even know what you're asking for... But you want it anyway, don't you? Want me to ruin you a little?"

You nodded shyly, face burning. That broke something in him. "Fuck. Alright, c'mere." He kissed you hard, devouring you, tugging you fully into his lap with a grunt. His hands slid under your thighs, up your shirt, tracing over soft skin. You gasped into his mouth, squirming.

"You gonna be good f'me?" he growled against your lips, tugging your lower one between his teeth. "Let me take my time with you?"

You nodded, dazed. "Words."

"Yes," you whispered. "I'll be good, Katsuki."

"Yeah? Let's test that."

SHOTO

Shoto didn't miss a thing about you, especially when you acted a little strange. He may be dense, but he isn't that dense. Tonight, you hovered close, so close he could feel the warmth of your body without you actually touching him. 

You weren't as talkative, which was odd because usually you would be yapping his ear off, not that he minded, he loves hearing your voice. Every time he turned his head, you seemed to be watching him and then darting your gaze away, guilty.

He tilted his head slightly. "Is something wrong?" he asked softly.

You jumped a little, startled. "No, no! Nothing's wrong!" you squeaked.

He watched you in silence for a moment longer before setting down his tea and patting the empty spot beside him on the bed. You hesitated, then shyly sat down, your hands bunching nervously in your lap. Why are you even nervous, what of? Shoto never judges you, in fact you're probably the one who judges him in that silly teasing way.

Shoto didn't push you to answer right away, he knew it was something that was bothering you, so he isn't going to force it out of you. After what felt like an eternity, you managed to finally get out, "Can I ask you something...? It's kinda dumb, though."

He tilts his head slightly, confused. He thought he had made it clear time and time again that it didn't matter what you asked him, or what you say, he isn't going to make fun of you (that badly). He turned toward you fully, giving you his complete attention. "You can ask me anything."

"I was wondering if you could... um... Fuck, this is embarrassing," you swallowed, it's really hard to say this out loud. Shoto was intrigued by what you had to say, what could you possibly be embarrassed about? "Could you... Give me a hickey?"

Shoto blinked once, then twice, a soft laugh fell past his lips before they made a gentle smile. "Embarrassed about that? You don't have to be, you just need to ask, you know that I'll give you anything," he murmurs. "Is that what you really want?"

"Yeah," you replied slowly, despite Shoto telling you you shouldn't be embarrassed, you couldn't help but be so. Your usual confidence has gone right out the window. His hand came up, cupping the side of your neck so gently you shivered under his touch. His palm was cold, his left hand,  and it made you gasp softly.

"You trust me to do that?" he questions, slowly leaning in closer. Shoto's thumb traced the sensitive skin where he planned to leave his mark.

"Yes," you breathed. "You've done it before, and it feels really good."

"Good," he whispered. Then his lips pressed to your neck, soft at first, almost reverent, before slowly, slowly he applied more pressure, teasing the skin until you whimpered softly in his arms. This is exactly what you wanted. Not harshly, but deep enough that you felt it all the way down to your toes. His warm tongue soothed between sucks, coaxing the blood to the surface.

"You’re mine," he whispered against your throat, and you melted completely into him.

You clung to his sleeves, overwhelmed by how good it felt, not just the physical sensation but the intimacy of it, the way Shoto held you, touched you, wanted you. You love him so much that it makes your brain go into shambles, he causes you not to think straight. 

"You look so pretty, sweetheart," he whispered against your neck. You whimpered, melting into his arms as he left a perfect mark right where your collarbone dipped. When he finally pulled away, his cheeks were pink, and his breathing was slightly uneven. "You’re beautiful," he whispered again, kissing the new bruise.

Shoto pulled back from your throat, breathing heavily, and you don't miss the unmistaklabe flush coating his cheeks, he's so beautiful. You blinked up at him, flustered, and covered the spot he’d marked with your hand instinctively.

He gently pulled it away. “Don’t hide it,” he said. “It's what you wanted, isn't it?"

Your heart skipped. His hand found your waist, signalling you to stand, and he guided you back until your spine met the mattress. “I want you to feel good,” he murmured, kneeling over you. “But I want to go slow… I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“You already do,” you admitted breathlessly. “But I like it…”

His lips parted, and he gave a shaky laugh. “You're going to destroy me.” His hands, warm now, slid up your thighs under your skirt.

“Tell me if anything feels too much,” he whispered. “And I’ll stop. But I need to… I need to see all of you.”

MIDORIYA

Midoriya came home from patrol past midnight, his hero suit rumpled and his hair damp from a light rain. You’d waited up for him, wrapped in one of his hoodies and sitting on the couch, trying to pretend you hadn’t been imagining his hands on your skin for hours.

You and the girls caught up today, Momo, Jirou, Mina, Ochako, and Tsuyu, and during that catch up, Mina was pestering Jirou about how her and Denki are going and that lead to her revealing some... stuff about them two, intimate stuff and it made your heart pound for hours because all you could think about what Midoriya doing that stuff to you. 

He saw you and smiled instantly, though his eyes were heavy with exhaustion.

“You waited up?” he said, slipping off his boots. “You didn’t have to, baby. I would’ve crawled in quietly.”

“I know,” you said, fidgeting. "I wanted to wait for you... I missed you.”

His expression softened even more. “Come here. You’re the sweetest,” he murmured. “I missed you too... So much.”

You padded into his arms, letting him fold you into his chest. “Long day?” you mumbled into his shirt.

“The longest,” His voice was hoarse. “But this makes it worth it.”

You hesitated. Your fingers curled into the front of his uniform. There was something you wanted, but you couldn’t get the words out. Not directly, at least, you were too nervous. So you just tilted your head against his chest… and quietly, you unconsciously were playing the the collar of your shirt, your fingers grazing agasint the skin beneath it, baring just a sliver of your collarbone.

It took him a second. But then you felt it, the way he froze, just slightly. His hand splayed against your back. He pulled away enough to see your face. He looked concerned. “Uh… is everything okay?” he asked quietly.

You swallowed. “I just…” Your hands gripped his shirt, nervous. “I wanted to… ask something. But it’s dumb. You don’t have to.”

“Nothing you want from me is dumb,” he said. “Promise.”

You glanced away. “I… I’ve never had a hickey before. And I was kinda wondering if maybe you could, give me one? I mean, only if you want to! I just... thought about it. A lot. Today. For a while actually.”

You were mortified. But when you glanced back up at him, he was red. Flushed from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

“I-” he laughed breathlessly, hand flying to the back of his neck. “Wow, um. Yeah. Yeah, I can. I mean, I’d love to. If you want me to. Only if you’re sure. Because I’ve thought about it too. A lot, actually. More than I should, probably-”

He cut himself off, clearing his throat.

“Come here.” He led you to the couch again, gently coaxing you into his lap like you were the most fragile thing in the world. One arm wrapped around your waist, the other cradled the side of your face. “You’re sure?” he asked again. “Because I-I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. You can say no at any time.”

He cupped your cheek, kissed your lips tenderly, and then gently lowered you onto the couch, hovering over you with so much care, it made your heart flutter.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Please.”

He smiled at your sweetness. Then he bent down and kissed the side of your neck. Once. Twice. You gasped as his tongue traced your skin, warm and wet, and then, you felt it and it made your lower abdomen curl in pleasure. “Izuku-”

His teeth sank in just enough to sting. Not painful, but enough to make your thighs clench around nothing. You whimpered, thighs instinctively pressing together. He froze. Pulled back. “Did I hurt you? Oh God-”

“No,” you gasped. “It- felt really good.”

His breath hitched, shit he was about to loose himself. “Okay. Good. That’s.. really good," he swallowed. He leaned back in. This time, his lips trailed lower, hands beginning to roam, carefully, not wanting to overwhelm you. “I know you’re shy,” he whispered, voice barely above a breath, “but you don’t even realise what you do to me, do you?”

“Izuku…”

“You’re so soft,” he murmured. “So sweet. I think about you when I’m supposed to be focused. I want to take care of you so bad it hurts sometimes.”

You shivered as his fingers ghosted up under your hoodie, the sensation causing you to clasp your hands tighter against his shirt as he continued to leave a mark along your neck. "Izuku, please..." you begged in a breathy exhale, causing him to momentarily slow down. "I need you to take care of me, please."

How is he supposed to control himself around you now?

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

[tiramissyoucake]

Escape attempt gone wrong (not clickbait)(my husband gets pissed?!?!)

Viltrumite Mark x fem reader, forced marriage, the whole shabang, I know nothing about Viltrum♡ word vomitted, lame fade to black scene because idk how to end this

You see a few ships zip by your windows on some days, you know they don't need ships, so a lot of them were dormant in landing zones.

"What're you thinking about?" Your husband's hands snaked onto your shoulders as his voice reached your ear, a small smile on his face.

"... nothing, I'm just wondering why you have ships since Viltrumites can fly." You noted, Mark hummed. "... honestly? I can't tell you either, maybe it's for longer journeys or cargo." He kissed your cheek gently. "Why? Planning to take one on a joy ride?"

The idea was tempting. "Don't be ridiculous," you scoffed. "I can't fly those."

Later that night, a formal meeting between a few powerful Viltrumites you didn't care about busied Mark and a majority of your guards have turned in for the night, you were left to your own devices in a big bedroom stockpiled with gifts from every corner of the galaxy.

You tossed and turned, sleeping early didn't help. You were restless, you've been restless since you've been demanded to remain in one building and one building only. It infuriated you, your supposed husband most likely saw you as a reward for decimating a planet and not a living being with autonomy.

You sat up, glancing aside to the empty space next to you. He had some nerve, locking you up then leaving to play emperor like this, anywhere else in the galaxy would be better now.

... 'anywhere else' wasn't impossible.

. . .

"You need to mind your manners," Nolan scolded as Mark left the room the 'conference' was held in. "I know you're doing a good job in power, but that doesn't mean you can disrespect your seniors."

"I don't respect those who don't respect me." Mark spoke, his tone grated through gritted teeth. "All I want to do is get this stupid cape off me and see my wife."

Nolan restrained an eye roll, the human pet. "You're too attached to that human, what do you see in her anyway?"

"Everything. She's kind, interesting, she sees me beyond my strength, it's like..." he let out a sigh, holding back a shiver from showing, the sigh almost sounded lovesick. "It's like she sees right through me to my core, sees me for who I am, not what I am."

Gag. His father ignored the romance ramble. "You'll learn to see her as a tool for the good of the empire."

Mark rolled his eyes, parting ways at a hallway. "I'm going to bed, I neglected her enough." He didn't wait for a 'goodnight' or any last comments from his father as he left.

The grand doors to the bedroom creaked open, nothing changed. Your body under the sheets, gifts untouched and floors clean, he let out a sigh of relief as he threw aside the cape, loosening the collar of his clothes. "Are you awake?" His voice was soft compared to the usual commanding tone. "I missed you, dear.."

He came to his side of the bed. "I've been waiting to—"

Pillows. Not your peaceful sleeping figure. A stack of pillows. Confusion flooded his head as he got up.

"... oh, oh! Haha! very funny, love." He looked around. "You can come out now!" He waited for a beat, eyes glancing around for any movement.

None, nothing, not even a shuffle. Panic tingled at his fingertips, as he tugged the sheets off the bed, rapidly looking under the bed his eyes darted around the room. His heart raced, looking in any and every compartment that you could possibly squeeze into.

The room grew into a mess but he couldn't care less, sweat coated his forehead from the frenzy of pure panic. "You're not here." He finally admitted to himself, his heart pounding.

Silently cursing the meeting in his head, he sped off to collect whoever he can from guards or staff to form a search party, you couldn't have gone far. Humans were weak, vulnerable, he'll find you. He'll find you. He'll find you.

. . .

You held the cloak you found in the back of the closet close to your chest, you didn't know if Viltrumites recognised you but you wouldn't risk it, but your feet hurt as you ran through the unfamiliar structures.

The hallways were empty, the doors were loose. It was a miracle. You got a chance to leave this nightmare of a marriage, you had no clear idea on where you'd be headed, but you heard stories of galaxy nomads and travellers making ends meet and surviving! You're a smart person, you've got common sense. How hard could it be..?

The landing zone. You just needed to get to the landing zone.

A gasp escaped you, you heard a few barks of commands. "Spread out! She couldn't have gone far!"

You needed to get to that landing zone.

Keep low, keep hidden. You repeated that in your head as you ran, you thought you'd never get there or that you may have gotten lost, then the landing zone came into view, you saw a few ships and suddenly, hope seemed within your reach.

The search party seemed too focused on the buildings and structures, you thanked whatever architect decided to put that place outside of populated areas, the shouting dwindled, turning more distant as you got closer.

You tossed the hood off seeing a few Viltrumites guarding a gate, spotting you as you closed in, they grew confused. "Your imperial majesty? What happ—"

"Open the gates!!" For the first time, you commanded them. "Open them, now!!"

They had no choice but to listen, the gates opened and your heart almost pounded out of your chest. The ships lined up and their states were clear, maintenence, maintenence, offline, maintenence, offline, reserved, offline, reserved.

Finally, 'Ready'.

You could hear the shouting return, but you didn't care, the ship took you in so easily and you could see a new life for yourself outside of this miserable planet, now you just need to learn how to get the controls to listen to you.

It was quiet inside the ship, save for the rapid button clicking and switch flicking from you, everything was coming to life in the ship's mechanics, you held onto the yoke of the ship as you saw the landscape shift, it would levitate off the ground soon.

. . .

He saw it in the distance, hovering high over the empire he saw a ship start to levitate, he knew about every ship, item and living being that entered and left Viltrum.

"No. No. Nononono." His body moved, launching him to the landing zone area with his fists clenched ready to tear through metal.

Mark mumbled to himself as he closed the distance quickly, angered at your audacity to try to escape him.

. . .

Freedom was on the horizon, you were out of here, out of this nightmare. Your hands readjusted repeatedly on the yolk as the ship moved.

A booming sound caused you to whip your head to the back of the ship, your heart dropped seeing an indent in the metal.

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" You never heard Mark's voice reach that level of volume, the pounding continued. "COME OUT!"

You stood your ground, even as the fear of what he might do if he gets you caused your hands to tremble and your heart to race quickly, you repeatedly tapped a few buttons, didn't this stupid ship have thrusters or whatever?!

An alarm blared, one meant to let a pilot know the ship wouldn't listen, you had a feeling it had to do with more rumbling from below, curse his monstrous strength, you heard a piercing noise, followed by a grating, screeching noise. He was peeling the metal with his bare hands.

"You'd rather DIE in the cold of the galaxy? You despise me to THAT extent?!" He screeched at the top of his lungs, the ship sparking after he destroyed its engine from the outside and it's structure being torn apart.

Your hands rapidly tried to find any button that could reverse or override the damage. "Please," you mumbled as if the ship could hear you. "Please work, please! I can't stay here..!"

"(NAME)!! TURN THIS SHIP OFF!! NOW!!"

His yelling scared you, you gripped a lever and before you knew it, a flury of sparks flew from the control panel, so powerful it almost knocked you out, but the ship being pummeled back to the ground beat the sparks to it, the tilt of the ship causing you to fall out the pilot's chair and hit your head on the way down to the ship's floor.

Your head hurts, your heart hurts, are you going to die on this ship? You didn't want to succumb to the pounding in your head, you were scared you'd wake up chained or worse. A burning sensation collected at the point of impact on your head.

The ship was useless now, Mark made sure of it, the engine being destroyed in an instant, tugging the metal back until there was enough of an opening for him to slip through, he bent his head down to enter the ship. its lights flickering off, he looked up with a piercing glare, a scowl on his lips and eyebrows furrowed, his knuckles were reddened from the sheer force of his strikes against the metal.

It was quiet for a moment as he watched the consciousness slip away from you, his footsteps that approached you quiet compared to the powerful banging of his fists from seconds ago.

"You've got some nerve." He started, a look of anger, sadness, frustration and heartbreak in his eyes. "You think it's that easy, don't you?"

Black spots formed in your vision, your expression was one he couldn't dissect, it pissed him off more, and he knew he'd still take care of that bump on your head after bringing you back home.

It doesn't matter, he'd indulge in his win for now and seethe about the insolence after. And right when he thought you were becoming more obedient too.

"I'm not letting you go." Mark stated to make the situation clear to your fuzzy state of mind, "Not now. Not ever. I'll make sure of it."

[bontentrio]

ATEEZ and ALMOST BREAKING UP

ot8 x gn reader

summary: you’re in a relationship and one of you (or both) want to break up.

tw: angst (insecurities, arguments, reader flinches sometimes but it’s not violence) but with happy endings because i am weak + fluff + slight nsfw in mingi’s + alcohol in jongho’s.

a/n: i got carried away with yeosang’s and jongho’s my apologies 🙏 rqs are open btw! (also i promise i’m working on ateez stuck in the friendzone part 2 but i have this scheduled for today)

HONGJOONG

you stared at hongjoong in bewilderment. he was sitting down in front of you, with tears in his eyes that threatened to spill if he blinked. he looked so… fragile. as if one single word or touch from you could break him. yet you sat there, with confusion painted all over your face.

“i’m sorry, what?” you asked.

“i think we need to break up” he whispered, as a tear rolled down his cheek and looked away. so you didn’t hear wrong.

“i don’t agree” you said, taking his hand in yours. “what brought you this thought?” you asked, making him look down. you waited a few moments, not wanting to pressure him into talking. then, hongjoong lifted your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it.

“i’m always busy, we haven’t seen each other in a while and i take too long to reply to your texts” he explained. “you deserve someone who is always there for you”

“but don’t i get a say in this? i knew what i was getting into when we started seeing each other” you started saying as you scooted closer to him, in order to lift up his face to look at you. once your eyes interlocked, you cradled his face and continued: “yeah it sucks not being able to see you as much as i wished to, but also it’s not like i’m unhappy. i cherish the small moments we spend together, it makes me eager for the next one”

“but-“ he started saying, but you interrupted him with a kiss. at first, hongjoong sat still, surprised by your sudden actions, but then he kissed you right back. “no buts joong, we are not breaking up. i love you and i still want this. i still want you” you whispered against his lips, reassuringly.

he nodded in response, believing you.

SEONGHWA

“can we talk for a moment?” you asked seonghwa, who immediately felt his blood run cold at the question. he dropped his phone and studied your face: you looked sad, tired even.

realization struck him as quick as alighting: you’ve been avoiding his kisses for at least two days now, and he’s been brushing it off thinking you were just in a weird mood. i mean, yes it bothered him, but he also loved you too much to not give you space if you needed it. he always wanted you to be as comfortable as possible. but maybe he was wrong about that?

“is something wrong, my love?” he asked with a shaky voice as he took your hand in his. he chose to ignore the way you slightly flinched at his touch, or else his heart would break even more.

“i think-“ you started saying, looking down at your intertwined hands. his hold was gentle, as he always has been. kind, gentle, beautiful, all things you were not. “i think we should take a break”.

you looked up to him, and immediately regretted it: tears formed in his eyes, threatening to spill, while his lips were parted, probably trying to think of what to say. the scene completely broke you, and further proved your point about your insecurities.

“did i do something wrong?” he whispered, not trusting his voice to speak louder without breaking. your eyebrows furrowed, how could he think that when he’s been nothing but perfect in every way? “if i did i’m sorry y/n, i’ll change, but please don’t leave me”

you hugged him tightly, hiding his face on your neck as he sobbed. you didn’t realize you started crying too. “i’m sorry baby, you didn’t do anything wrong” you started saying after a while, pulling him back and cradling his face “it’s me, it’s all me and it has always been me. i’m the problem and i’m always holding you back, i’m sorry hwa”

“holding me back? what do you mean? baby you’re my motivation” seonghwa said, wiping away your tear with his thumbs. “but-“ you started saying, only to be interrupted by him:

“no, don’t ever say that again. you’re my star, y/n”.

YUNHO

normally, you would find yunho’s angry face hot, but now that it’s directed at you? not so much. not when he’s staring at you like you’re a waste of time and space, which only made your anger bubble up more.

“don’t just sit and stare at me! can you please give me a response? it’s not hard yunho” you exclaimed, earning a big eye roll from him “it’s a simple yes or no question: were you flirting with them?”

“god y/n you can be so annoying! no i wasn’t flirting, but now i wish i was so i could have a valid excuse to not see you again!” yunho yelled, standing up abruptly from his seat, making you take a step back unconsciously. this action didn’t go unnoticed by him, quickly realizing that surprise took over your face for a moment, before turning back to anger.

“if you don’t want to see me again then let’s just break up. i’m setting you free yunho” you said in anger, contrasting the way your eyes started watering.

you turned around in order to leave, not wanting him to see you cry, but he grabbed your hand, stopping you. when you turned around, you saw that his hard expression had softened, anger slowly dissipating.

“wait, don’t leave” he started saying “i’m sorry, i wasn’t thinking straight when i said what i said. i love you, i didn’t flirt with them and i don’t want you to leave”

yunho’s eyes silently begged you to forgive him, as he brought you closer to him slowly, testing the waters. when he realized you weren’t going to move away, he wrapped his arms around you. “i’m truly sorry baby, please don’t leave. i love you”.

you cried softly on his chest, as he thought of ways to make you forgive him completely. he refused to let you go.

YEOSANG

“i think this should end, y/n” he said suddenly, making you turn around in your spot at the kitchen. you looked at him confused, tea cups still on your hand.

“you mean the habit of us having tea together before bed?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed. yeosang stood up from the coach, and approached you slowly as you took notice of his sad face. “you know what i mean” he whispered once he reached you.

you shook your head “no, actually i don’t. is this about the argument earlier? i forgave you already, it’s all good yeo i promise” you replied quickly, setting the tea cups aside and proceeding to hold his arms. yeosang stared at you, it seems like he was about to cry as well, becoming all too real.

it’s rare for you to argue honestly, often choosing to just talk things out calmly. but earlier that day, ‘talking’ seemed impossible, as constant yelling filled the room. yeosang had promised, once again, to take you out on a date to celebrate your anniversary (two weeks and a half ago), but due to his idol duties he cancelled again. you have had enough, so things escalated rather quickly, making him leave your shared home with a loud shut of the door.

thing is, hours later yeosang showed up with a small bouquet of flowers and asked for forgiveness. he also explained to you how overwhelmed he felt at the moment with all the upcoming comeback preparations. you understood him obviously, and decided it would be better to just move the date until after promotions.

so everything was fine, all forgiven. what brought this now? “baby we barely see each other, except late at night like right now” he started saying, biting his lip so he could stop the tears from spilling out “you deserve someone better”.

“yeosang you are the ‘better’ you’re refereing to! i don’t want anyone else” you answered, hugging him. “i just want you, all of you, even with your weird and long schedules. i still want to feel your kiss on my cheek every time you leave and i still want to have tea with you late at night”

yeosang kissed you, pouring his whole soul and love in it as he held you impossibly closer than before. after a while, he reluctantly broke it, face still close to yours.

“i’m sorry, i love you” he whispered.

SAN

“no” he said, shaking his head as he looked at you with an unreadable expression “no, we’re not breaking up”

“but-“ you started to argue, kind of getting annoyed at the way he dismissed your previous statement. it’s been a week since fans started suspecting of your relationship, after a sasaeng had caught you at a restaurant celebrating your first anniversary. the media was going wild, even going as far as searching up your socials and sending malicious messages, all telling you to break up with san and that you’re harming his idol image.

“i said no, baby” he said, kissing your cheek and taking your hand, leading you to the bedroom “let’s go to bed”

“san! i’m about to ruin your career, i can’t just brush it off like it’s nothing! we need to break up, or at least take a break until everything calms down” you exclaimed, taking your hand back. san stared at you, face still unreadable but with some traces of hurt evident in his eyes. he took your hands again.

“you’re not going to ruin my career, love” he started saying, holding your hands tighter as if he was scared of letting go “kq’s management is handling it, they assured me everything will be fine because the angle of the photo didn’t show my face, and the couple behind us hid my body as well, so it’s not noticeable that it’s me”

you thought for a moment. truth is, you love san way too much to bring him harm, as small as possible it may be. he knew this, but his reasoning made sense. for all the media knows, the guy in the picture could be a lookalike.

“please” he said, barely above a whisper. you nodded, kissing his lips reassuringly. it’s going to be okay.

MINGI

the room felt heated, despite the different pieces of clothing that have been mindlessly discarded all over the place. mingi’s mouth never left yours, tongue entering your mouth as if it was it’s second home. his hands were everywhere: massaging your chest, holding your waist, playing with your ass, caressing your thighs. you felt him everywhere, all at once.

“we should really break things off” he said, in between kisses. you nodded, letting out a small moan when his lips found your neck. “definitely” you managed to say.

you and mingi have been arguing a lot recently, sometimes over silly small things like laundry or house chores, and other times the argument would revolve around hin forgetting important dates or your stubbornness to remember that he is an idol and is, of course, busy.

mingi’s hands went back to your ass, slapping it lightly and making you jump. he proceeded to hold your thighs, pulling you up to his height as he pressed you against the wall. he kissed you again, desperately and deeply.

“min-“ you started saying, or attempted to say since his lips made it near impossible. he bit your lip in response. “mingi”

he hummed against your lips. “this is not what breaking up means” you managed to say, pulling the back of his hair lightly but enough to make hin groan. “i know, but what if it is for us? i know you’ll miss this, miss me. now hold tight” he answered, unbucking his belt as you held on him tightly to not fall while he maneuvered with his pants.

once he was done, and pressed you harder against the wall, your trail of thought immediately disappeared. if it was a good or bad decision, or something that would become cyclical, that would be a problem for the future.

WOOYOUNG

“we should break up” you said, as a matter of fact. you stood in front of him, arms crossed as a serious expression adorned your face. wooyoung, in contrast, was sitting on your shared bed, mindlessly scrolling through social media. he didn’t even bother to look up.

“and why do you think that, baby?” he asked, still not looking at you, which caused your eye to twitch slightly. “exactly because of things like this wooyoung! i’m trying to break up with you and you don’t even care!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air dramatically.

wooyoung blocked his phone and set it aside, sitting up straight in the process. his eyes found yours, probably trying to decipher how you were feeling. “are there any other reasons?”

“you don’t have time for me-“ you replied. “i still see you every night unless i’m on tour, and even in that circumstance i call every day” he interrupted. “okay, but you also never help me around the house” you argued. “baby, i literally cook half of your meals”.

“but-“ you started saying, only to be interrupted once again by wooyoung: “see? no reasons, no break up” he said, patting your head and returning to his phone.

“you’re impossible” you said, sitting beside him with your arms still crossed against your chest. wooyoung kissed your cheek “i know, but you love me nonetheless. plus i know this was an attempt to prank me as revenge for last time”

your eyes widened in surprise.

“HOW?!”

JONGHO

you might have taken a few too many drinks at tonight’s night out with your friends, so they had to call your boyfriend jongho to come and pick you up. thankfully, he answered quickly and said he would be there in 10.

“noooo you called jongho?” you asked, tipsily as you grabbed your friend’s hand that was holding your phone. “he has to wake up early tomorrow! he shouldn’t be driving around, he has to rest!”

“someone has to get you home, babe! plus he seemed fine, i promise” your friend answered in between giggles watching you pout.

once you spot jongho, your whole face lit up involuntarily, as if it was a reflex. once he reached your table, he hugged you from behind, pecking your cheek. “thanks for calling me and taking care of her” he told your friends. you clumsily bid your goodbyes to your friends and turned to jongho, ready to go.

“you shouldn’t have come, jongs” you started saying as he buckled up your belt in the passenger seat. “you have a long day tomorrow”

“it’s no problem baby, i couldn’t sleep anyways” he said, jogging back to the driver’s seat. you looked at him, thoughtful expression on your face for a few moments. “what?” he asked, chuckling as he drove the car out of the parking lot.

“you weren’t able to sleep because i was out? or because you weren’t feeling tired?” you asked, curiously. for someone who was terribly drunk, you sure got philosophical. add that to the long list of things jongho finds endearing about you.

“little bit of both i guess” he answered, stopping at a red light. you stayed quiet, strangely so, which caused jongho to turn his face to you to check if you fell asleep. but you weren’t. instead, you looked at him with tears in your eyes. “baby? what’s wrong?” he said, slightly panicking, not caring that the light turned green. since it was late at night, his car was the only one there at the moment.

“i’m a burden to you” you concluded, tears rolling down your cheeks “i’m holding you back and you should leave me”. huh?!?!

“baby, what are you talking about?” he asked in confusion, before frantically holding your face and wiping your tears away with kisses. “you always appear to save the day jongs, and i do nothing in return” you whispered, looking deeply into his eyes.

“you do more than you realize, y/n” he said, kissing you once more. “but you’re drunk, and i know nothing i’ll say will stick in this state. so let’s talk about it tomorrow, yes?”

“promise?” you asked, in a tiny voice. “i promise” he reassured.

[thetrasha]

One Piece: Clueless and Clumsy

Who is just… a little dense?

feat. LUFFY, SANJI, ACE, BUGGY, KID

LUFFY

∞/10

CLUELESS AND CLUMSY

Okay so… Luffy is not the best at flirting or being flirted with... That means that he is the worst.

He has a lot of empathy and can easily see other people’s perspective, but he is in dire need of direct, straightforward communication when it’s about him. Anything that is subtle enough to fly under his radar just doesn’t exist, because he’s rather spend his time thinking about achieving his dream and being the freest person ever. That being said, I wouldn’t say he’s totally disinterested. Once someone emerges who truly stands out to him, he’d feel the change. The queasiness… the unrest… the sudden heart palpitations… Luffy has never been sick – he has been injured plenty of times, even to the point of being on the verge of death, but he’s never experienced illness. He’d go to Chopper and bluntly ask the ship’s doctor what’s wrong with him, which would lead to a plethora of tests that would ultimately amount to nothing other than solidifying, in Chopper’s mind, that Luffy is a freak of nature.

Maybe he needs more meat, SANJI!!!

He'd go through every single one of his friends' pointless advice, to no avail. Franky made him solve a jigsaw puzzle, which took literal weeks, but he's still so sick, and now it gets worse when you're not there!!

Eventually, he would ask you about it - casually over dinner, with all the other crew memebers dropping their cutlery in disbelief. Luffy is incredibly embarrassing and endearing. The others would leave you to your awkward moment... and you'd just talk.

You wouldn’t have expected Luffy to like you back; he’s so free-spirited and oblivious to anyone’s advances. Even women who lay it on thick can’t get through to him when his head is in the clouds… But his heart is with you and he soon realises that this is no sickness, it’s a source of great strength and resolve for him. You make him believe in things beyond his scope – your future will be so bright, he’ll make sure of it.

SANJI

10/10

CLUELESS

Sanji is an unbelievably shameless flirt in a hopeless romantic’s body, which means that he definitely recognises the signs – the incessant need to be with you, his petty jealousy towards everyone who eyed you a little too curiously for his taste, his never-ending longing to hear your praise for any of his acts of service. It’s all right there, but he doesn’t acknowledge it once, thinking that once he started bargaining with himself, he’ll make you uncomfortable and realise just how weak he is. He doesn’t expect anything from anyone because his insecure conscience makes him selfless to the point of self-abandonment, so having you stubbornly patch him up after he got hurt during a nasty bar fight (that Zoro started, that bastard!!!) was making the hair at the back of his neck stand up. He shivered every time he felt your hands on him, because his body craved to be doted on by you so badly, but he would just believe that he’s being gross and unreasionable about a stupid crush. He’d immediately think you were disgusted by him, you couldn’t possibly return his feelings, could you? You’ve seen him look at countless women for a quick confidence boost, trying feel his own worth by doing nice things for others, so the nice things you were doing for him… yeah, you must be pitying him.

Then his gaze meets yours, though. Your eyes, so beautiful, so deep, look at him like he’s an angel in human form. He’s not, he’s really not! ...The thought makes him fidget around, trying to flee from your care. He’ll get delusional if you keep this up! He would try to rationalise his way out of anything, so you almost have to shut him up with a romantic kiss for him to get it.

ACE

9/10

CLUELESS

Ace is very much aware that he attracts people. He feels their eyes on him whenever the Whitebeard Pirates dock at an island – it doesn’t even have to be foreign. The people could be under his dad’s protection, they could have seen him multiple times, but they still want to sneak a peek. He knows that he looks… a certain way; appealing to some, apparently.

He hates it. He hates it so, so much. It doesn’t flatter him, because he’s been told – even by Whitebeard himself, once, God bless him – that he looks a lot like his "actual father" when that guy was his age. The freckles throw some people off, but the resemblance is said to be undeniable to those who really knew Roger. He doesn’t know whether that is true, to be honest. Anyone could have black hair, so many people have dark eyes and everyone who does physical labour gains a little muscle definition. Those were all coincidences! These people don’t like Ace at all, they like the illusion of the late, oh-so-great King of the Pirates and cannot put their finger on Ace’s allure because of it. He denies everyone since he’s so bitter about it.

So all is well when you make it very much known that you just want to be his friend. That’s nice, another friend. How neat! In fact, he’s quite happy about it – he can lay his one-sided dislike aside and start fresh, which delights Whitebeard, too. Everyone's just content being a harmonious crew.

…Which makes it extra weird for him when he’s the one falling for you. You’re so… gentle, so nice, so kind to Ace. Ace! The real Ace. Pathetic, worthless and depressing Ace. Why couldn’t you see him for the Devil he was? Why… when you could do so much better?

You must be insane, being kind to such a failure.

Why couldn't he stop loving you for it, though...?

BUGGY

8/10

CLUMSY

Buggy would like to claim that he’s scarily perceptive and sniffs out people’s true intentions like it’s second nature, but his insecurities have poisoned the well. He firmly believes that no one’s ever flirted with him, ever, because… nobody could love that face, sweetheart. He doesn’t really know how to tell friend from foe, that’s just his anger issues talking every time he feels ridiculed and/or wronged. Naturally, he pushes everyone away who meets the criteria, causing him to spiral even further in his misery. It’s like a self-fulfilling prophecy, really…

So… how how badly he’d try to explain your gestures. Surely, you must have mistaken Buggy’s joyous whimper for a manly grunt – a hardened criminal like him wouldn’t wag his tail for being noticed and touched by a beautiful woman like yourself, please. Oh, the leftovers you bring over into his quarters? You’re clearly paying tribute to your amazing captain, keep it up! You tell him that you admire him and he’s like – yeah, duh, look at the show he’s put on today! Only an experienced showman could rile up a crowd like that. Go as far as to tell him that you like him, he dares you. He’d stand still for a moment, suffer a mini stroke that causes several body parts to end up on the floor, stutter his way through a meek, “Well, who doesn’t like the great Captain Buggy?!” and the he just leaves immediately. He wouldn’t come out of his room to retrieve his missing hand, ear and ankle until the next morning…

He absolutely cannot deal with it. He liked you too much to cast you aside, now that you’re actually getting bolder and bolder with your teases (?!), he’s at his wits end. He cannot handle it at all. You don’t like him like that, do you? No. You’re… look at you. This has got to be the loneliness talking!

If you ask him out, it’s game over. His heart would flutter, but he's also go into cardiac arrest...

KID

7.5/10

CLUMSY

Kid is unreasonably stubborn. He is also unreasonably prideful. Paired with his explosive anger, he’s a walking, talking brushfire that burns bridges left and right. People have got to have a thick skin around him, because his is just incredibly thin. Naturally, people aren’t interested for too long, which hasn’t ever bothered him. Kid's out on a mission! He’s going to be King of the Pirates, there’s no time for sideshows when some sorry lowlifes try chasing the same dream without having a single brave bone in their body. Don’t worry, he’s here to set the record straight. So… no, it doesn’t bother him at all. What does bother him, however, is someone trying to make a move on you all of the sudden. First of all, you’re definitely not interested in some weakling, second of all, keep those eyes to yourself, pal. Now scram.

Everybody but him knows why he’s so possessive, but he is trapped in a minefield of his own mistakes – you teased him about falling for you once, after he made you a new alarm clock from scratch because he broke yours and he’s been trying to prove a point from then on. It’s like he’s arguing with himself, because now that he did notice you and watched you like a warden, he cannot help but… think you’re kinda cute. He haunts you and pokes fun at you every chance he gets, just to see you get mad. Killer thinks it’s embarrassing, but doesn’t intervene. He doesn’t want to be caught in the crossfire.

Literally everyone watches as Kid actually begins falling in love with you while you’re the one who now has a short fuse…

COUNTERPART POST - One Piece: Fantasy Flirt

[luvendiary]

undercover / s. reid

spencer reid x reader

summary: after you take a bullet for spencer he has to reevalue certain aspects of your relationship. warnings: mentions of blood, angst to fluff.

Red and blue tinted your vision. The sound of sirens faintly rung in your ears. But what you were paying the most attention to were his eyes. His mouth appeared to me moving but you could not make out what he was supposed to be saying.

You felt yourself smile idiotically up at him. You were so tired. You were going to close your eyes for a second. Maybe that would stop that worried look on his face. After all, he had always talked about how you spread yourself too thin, never enough sleep and all that.

“No! Open your eyes!” you heard him call out to you faintly. Under other circumstances you would be able to ignore him -like when you were late for work and he would pepper your face with kisses all the way down to your shoulders. Mumbling light praises. He would insist for you to wake up then. 

But you had the feeling these were not normal circumstances.

“Spence…” you grumbled as you tried to swat his hand away, but you soon realized your arm would not move. It was too heavy. Alarm bells started going off in your brain. And you could hear everything more clearly now. The ringing in your ears now gone, and instead all you could hear were the screams of your fellow teammates and the sound of shots being fired. Several ones at that.

You had been shot. You remembered now. The suspect had raised his gun, aiming directly at Spencer. Without hesitation, you shoved him out of harm's way. The bullet that should have hit him struck you instead, and you immediately collapsed to the ground.

Spencer, ever so good at reading people’s body language, noticed the panic settled in your eyes. The tiniest glimmer. 

“You’re doing so good,” he reassured as he positioned himself in front of you. “Just stay awake for me, ok?”

You nodded, or at least tried to. He got the message.

You tried to reach out for him, but your hand would not cooperate, your fingers could only twitch. He reached out for your hand and slowly caressed it. “Don’t tire yourself. You need to stay up, remember?”

It was hard to remember. Your vision was getting blurry and you saw shadows of people passing in front of you. You could faintly make the outline of one of the local police men lying head-down in his uniform, right in front of you. His gun just out of reach.

He needs his gun, you thought. He can’t defend himself without his gun.

A faint whine escaped your throat, and you were vaguely aware of the fact that a warm liquid seemed to be accumulating in your mouth.

You coughed, without much ease as you slumped over yourself, Spencer holding you up.

“No no no,” he whispered. 

Something was wrong. But amidst all the chaos you couldn’t put your finger on what it was. You coughed again, the coppery taste of blood filling your mouth. The panic that flickered in Spencer’s eyes told you what you already suspected—this was bad. But you forced a small smile, for him, because if this was the end, you wanted him to remember you smiling.

“Help is coming,” he murmured, but everything went black.

-

You woke up to the steady sound of a heart monitor and the harsh white lights of what could only be a hospital room. Your throat was dry, and every muscle ached, but you were alive. 

Spencer sat in a chair beside your bed, his head resting on his folded arms, eyes closed in exhausted sleep. You tried to sit up, but a sharp pain coming from your chest immediately stopped you from doing so. The slight movement was enough to stir him awake. His eyes snapped open, relief flooding his face as he leaned closer.

“Hey,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. “You scared me.”

A weak smile formed on your lips. “Didn’t mean to.”

You could see him trying to hold it together. Trying no to cry, but his glassy eyes betrayed him.

“Hey, it’s alright,” you whispered as you reached out to cup his face with one hand. He immediately melted into it, placing his own hand on top of yours and allowing himself to be held by you. “I’m here. I’m fine.”

“I just…” he stared, his voice cracking. “I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you. And it would have been my fault.”

You smiled at him, teary eyed. “It’s ok not to know everything, Spence. Despite what you might believe.”

You were trying to comfort him, but guilt gnawed at your insides. You’d been reckless, too confident in your ability to handle the situation. And you had put Spencer in danger. 

Memories came back to you like flashes. Spencer positioning himself in front of you, shielding you from the shooter. The dead cop lying face-first on the ground. In your state of delirium you had not been able to recognize the horrible reality of the situation. But now, with the sterile lights of the hospital looming above you, everything was clearer.

“I was careless,” you murmured. “I should’ve been more careful. I wasn’t thinking—”

“We should tell the team,” he interrupted.

“What?” 

“We should tell them about this. About us,” he clarified, as he softly kissed your palm.

“Spence, are you sure?” your voice was raspy.

The decision to maintain your relationship secret was out of pure professionalism. You didn’t want to deal with the strange change it might have brought to the team’s dynamic. 

“I kept thinking about losing you. You were there, eyes closed, and I just thought, ‘what if they never open again?’” his thumb brushed your cheek. “I kept thinking about everything I would have done differently. And it all came down to this. I don’t want to love you in silence.”

No more secrets. No more lame excuses for leaving early. No more trying to sneak secret touches beneath the table. No more pretending.

“Maybe we should think about this more,” you said. Your eyebrows were scrunched, searching for something behind his eyes. A glimmer of doubt maybe.

“I’ve thought about it enough,” he responded decisively. His gaze was unwavering. “I know what I want. But, I understand if you’re not ready. I just don’t want to keep you a secret anymore. You deserve more than that.”

You allowed a moment to pass between you two. Staring up at him, still looking for any indication that this was just an impulse. A rush of the moment. But there was no storm in his eyes. Just beautiful calmness. 

“Alright,” you whispered after a second. “Let’s tell them.” 

He smiled down at you, ever so sweetly, and pressed his lips to your forehead. 

It was the most tender of moments, or it would have been if it weren’t for the gasp that came from the door and the following clang of a metal tray falling to the floor.

Penelope Garcia, at a loss for words (for once), stood near the doorway. The jell-o that was supposed to be your food now splattered on the floor. 

“Oh, my god…” she breathed out. A dramatic pause between each word.

“Garcia, we can explain,” Spencer reassured her, trying to get to her in a few strides.

“Oh. My. God,” she repeated once again as she backtracked. Slowly leaving the room.

Once she was gone, you were both left in silence staring at the door. A soft giggle escaped your lips, followed by a pained groan, which had Spencer rushing back to your side. 

“Well, at least we don’t have to worry about actually telling them anymore.”

[twistedpink]

ex!Malleus 👽👽 he's such a lovey dovey i wonder what he's like when he loses the only one who loves him!

Ho did you twist the knife??

Ex!Malleus almost feels an.. Entitlement towards you, it’s probably the reason for your breakup. Sure, it’s hot to be protective, and it’s sweet to be clingy, but when he starts following you to events when he knows it’ll isolate you? Not cool, dude. Of course you want to fix his reputation! You want him to have friends! But it’s not within your job description to lose all of yours for the sake of being alone together. When he talks about marriage and living away from the public, it makes you itch with anxiety,, You need an out. Of all the people you didn’t expect to give it to you, it’s Lilia that encourages you to break the news.

Ex!Malleus goes INSANE when you break up with him- What do you mean? What did he do wrong? Even if he’s begging you for the answer, do not. Under ANY circumstance hit him with a “it’s not you, it’s me”. He just won’t accept it either way, but especially if you blame yourself. You can hear lightning strike in the distance after you walk away, hopefully for the last time- And for once, it’s not your problem. You watch it dance with a smile on your face,, Not to be malicious, but because you’re not scared of it anymore.

Ex!Malleus is going through every stage of grief, give or take a few steps because nothing makes sense anymore, and nothing matters since you’ve left- As a professional yearner, he prays for your affections to magically be returned. This multiplies by at least 100 once you get a new partner.. Suddenly you can’t go out on dates because of freak weather conditions, concentrating on their dorm,, How odd. If you were ever to confront him, he’d take it as an apology rather than a scolding,, It’s probably best to avoid him anyways. He’ll get over it eventually.

Ex!Malleus is always keeping tabs, just in case there’s some way to woo you back- Years pass, you change partners, and interests. You’re not the person he was dating anymore, not even the one who broke his heart, and that’s okay! He’s only ever wanted you, regardless of the form you take :)

Ex!Malleus doesn’t grow bitter, or to resent his love. Doesn’t regret that you were so kind- If anything, he’s mad that even with his status and wealth, he couldn’t keep you happy. At least, not enough to stay. He watches you grow older from afar. You smile, cry, the crinkles around your eyes deepen. The wisdom of your gaze becomes boundless, they’re much more beautiful than before in his opinion, though they’ve always been gorgeous. He visits you once you’re close to the end, he worries the next time he checks that a hundred years will have passed, and he can’t have that. He meets your husband- Maybe not for the first time, if you met someone at school. Any sense of feeling boils down to a simmer — He pops the question.

“Why would you leave when I gave you everything? You certainly would’ve aged more gracefully, owned land beyond your comprehension. You could have loved me, fixed me,”

“It wouldn’t be honest. I loved you, but things pass. People change.”

He wants to cry and curl up, to hold and kiss you and envelop your thoughts as you do his. He feels completely childish, he’s never been so weak.. He doesn’t have that right. Not anymore.

“It’s not fair.”

“I know.”

He flies off into the night, to do whatever 200 year old virgins do.

@bju3c0re

[kirbmey]

— bath time with bigbrother!caleb ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა

synopsis: there’s also soft moments with gege, the majority of them are!

tw: the usual stepcest and cute reader, besides that it’s all rainbows and unicorns, reader calls her mom ‘mommy’, i picture their house being spotted in some natural area and it’s quiet vintage, etc.

waking up from what you could swear was the worse night of your life sweating was not on you monday plans. caleb could hear your coughing from the other side of the house, so he visited you earlier than normal to check on your condition.

finding you curled up underneath your silky bedsheets he could barely spot your eyes. and when he met them he immediately knew something was wrong, very wrong.

he knelt in front of you as he was used to, a big palm coming up against your forehead to check your temperature first thing; no fever.

his best friend zayne (and one of your fewer ones, he trusted him to be around you) was studying medicine and told him how to spot things such as fever, flu or a mere cold.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　 “my angel, what’s the matter? what do you feel?” he questioned with a saddened expression, hurting when you did. his amethyst eyes locking with your lifeless ones.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　 “throat feels dry and m’ head hurts so much.” you complained with almost quiet voice, turning your back on him so caleb couldn’t see your pathetic state.

cold it is, he deduced. he softly caressed your hair for a little longer before standing up and coming back with the right medicine. he helped you sit up against the bed frame and medicated you.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　 “there you go, good girl. we’ll be taking these again in eight hours, hmm? for now you’ll be taking a warm bath, it’ll make you feel a lot better.” he informed you and stood up grabbing some fresh clothes from your drawers, heading to your bathroom to fill up the bathtub along with your favorite vanilla scented salts and lighting up cherry candles.

the window of your bathroom almost completely covered by the blinds, he could see just how dark it was outside yet, the moon not ready to leave for now.

when he came back to you he found you falling asleep again, smiling to himself at the adorable sight. “i know you wanna sleep, princess, but we have to wash you up first.” he acknowledged, he always knew how you felt or what you were thinking.

you merely nodded and lifted your weak arms as you could so he would take you to said bathroom, which was warm by the time you got there because of the steamy water filling the tub.

the pink countertop was your designated sit while he undressed you, not a single lustful intention in his actions.

he began rustling with the cottony fabric of your nightgown to finally lift it out of your lumpy body, leaving it aside as he removed your used panties so they could be thrown away with the rest of your clothes.

you let out some sneezes and coughs from time to time, making caleb pull you against his dressed chest and wrap his big arms around you, hugging you while resting his head on top of yours, just for moral support.

while waiting for the tub to be full of water you both heard a weak knocking on the bathroom door, hearing your moms voice.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　 “is everything okay, baby, you need help?” she asked, concern noticeable in her voice. you were quiet prone to get sick these seasons, so she always tried to help you whenever you felt off.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　 “no, mommy, gege’s helping me.” you said as you came down the counter, opening the door so your mom could see caleb turning off the tap, your discarded clothes and your naked form.

anyone would find that alarming, weird, off putting, mostly when you were already grown up adults. but your mother had a pure heart, just as you did, and only felt tenderness take over her soul when noticing how caring your step brother was about you.

she held your pale face between her hands, peppering it with small kisses as she spoke. “alright, i see caleb gave you medicine already. what about if i get on cooking breakfast so it’s ready when you come out?” she smothered your arms up an down.

caleb came up behind you, grabbing onto your shoulders and offering your mother that characteristic boyish smile of his. “that’d be great, ma, we’ll be done in a minute here.”

⠀ ⠀ 　　　 “splendid then, i’ll light up the fireplace as well! we have to keep you warm.” she mumbled while leaving the room, closing the door in her departure.

and just like that your brother held you between his arms, lifting you like a princess without needing much effort due to his strength, and put you down inside the warm and bubbly water.

he knelt in front of the tub outside, the sleeves of his pajamas rolled to his elbows so he could wash your hair and body comfortably. he would often times use the foam floating around to plaster it on your face and give you little mustaches or weird beards, gaining tiny laughs from you.

after a few minutes he was done and didn’t waste time on pulling you out when he felt the water running cold, making you stand in front of the big vintage mirror while he had your back, drying your hair and applying your usual products on it to keep it silky and smooth.

he then dried you whole and creamed your body with coconut scented lotion, massaging your arms, legs and feet on the way, dressed you up with a cozier pajama, making sure it was perfectly buttoned and squeezed your nape to make you turn to look up to him.

⠀ ⠀ 　　　 “feeling better, my dear?” you simply nodded, standing on your tippy toes to leave a loud kiss on his cheek. a stupid smile drawn on his lips; he was utterly in love with you.

when you two came out of your little bubble the sun was already setting, waving the moon goodbye. the wooden walls of the house filled with the sound of the gramophone playing your mom’s favorite jazz album; you loved jazz too.

she’d play it when she carried you inside her belly.

grabbing onto your brother’s big hand you would go downstairs to meet your loving mother place some homemade pancakes on the peeled white table along with chocolate syrup and orange juice.

caleb sat down next to you and in front of your mom, feeling your legs coming up to rest on his lap while you chatted with the woman who gave you birth, caressing the soft skin of your ankles as he munched on a chocolate covered pancake.

he could pick some parts of what you two said, something about his dad being out of town for work, something about the roses out the garden starting to bloom, to which you happily clapped at.

he was too mesmerized with your angel-like features accompanied by the lake he could see outside the window behind you, noticing how the swan that swam around looked just like you.

his little swan.

a/n: this is by far the sweetest thing I’ve ever written, i need me a caleb living with me in a vintage country side cottage rn ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

— masterlist.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

a let my demons get a little silly with it here

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Synopsis: Ryomen always got what he wanted, it was a simple rule of life. And ever since he caught your scent, you were all that he wanted- your previous bond mark be damned. And you must have wanted him too. Why else would your window be open in the middle of your heat? Kinks: Omegaverse, Breeding, Marking, Knotting, Scent, Dub-Con, Non/Con, Somnophilia, and Infidelity. Reader Discretion is Advised.

Sukuna was going to fuck you. He was going to have you on your back, legs spread as he filled you to the brim, breeding you like a bitch while covering you in his bite marks and scent. Sukuna was sure of this fact from the first time he caught your smell in the air, light and warm and made for him. You were made for him. It was only a matter of time until he took what was rightfully his.

The only problem was you were marked, and sadly, it wasn’t by him. Worse yet, it was by some weak asshole who barely even had the ability to mark someone. Some feeble excuse of a man who probably didn't know what to do once he got your panties around your ankles, much less what to do when you were in your heat. The only thing worse than you being bonded to that douche canoe, was knowing it only happened so you wouldn’t be bonded to him. 

Okay, so “bonded” wasn’t really the right word there. “Sacrifice” was closer to the actuality of the situation, but still! You were literally destined to be his, and one asshole wants to play hero and fuck it all up? It drove him fucking mad, what right did that limp dick think he had to interfere? He caught himself clenching his fist and jaw. He needed to calm down before he hurt someone, especially since the only person nearby was you. 

Sukuna watched from a distance as you lounged under your tree, finding comfort in the forest instead of the inherent danger you should feel. He had suppressed his scent enough he was sure you hadn’t noticed, your calm demeanor conveying that fact. He could have you right now, release his scent and take you where you sat. But, that wouldn’t have done anything about your bond mark. No, to take care of that Sukuna had to be patient. Which, was a real fucking drag because if there was anything Ryomen Sukuna wasn’t it was a patient man.

🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘

He remembered the first time he encountered you. Almost a month ago now, while he was taking his regular walk through the woods. He could still feel the full body reset that happened when he caught your aroma, the smell of apple and clove working its way through his nervous system and grabbing his cock his heart in a chokehold. Suddenly, his lazy stroll through the woods was a hunt to find out what decadent creature had made such a perfume. 

And that’s where he found you. Sitting contently in a floral field, making a fucking flower crown of all things, and surly waiting for him. He saw your hands falter and your eyes widen as he approached, no doubt because you finally picked up on his pheromones. He could feel the smirk forming on his lips. 

“Well, what a nice surprise,” He hummed as he approached you, “I wasn’t expecting to find anyone else out here.” You immediately fell into a low bow before him. Good, you knew your place. 

“I’m sorry my lord,” You apologize, though you weren’t sure why. You knew of the warlord Ryomen Sukuna. You knew he owned your village, as well as the villages surrounding it. But to your knowledge he didn’t police who was allowed in the woods. Still, you’d rather not risk upsetting him. 

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here, all alone?” He asked, eyes tracing the way your back curved into the bow.

“My mate and I moved closer to the forest recently, I was exp-”

“Your mate?” The vitriol in his tone made your stomach revolt and ignited your fight or flight system. You didn’t even know what you had done wrong. 

“Y-yes?”

“Stand up, look at me.” He demanded. You did so without hesitation, your omega body naturally inclined to follow the alphas commands. When you did, you were hit with a fresh wave of his aura, the smell of whiskey and cinnamon filling your senses and making your joints feel weak. You were caught between your need to honor your bond mark, and the need to fall to your knees for the man in front of you. You whimpered softly as he grabbed your chin and shoved your head to the side.

Sure enough, right there on your scent gland were faint teeth shaped scars. If he wasn’t specifically looking for them, he wouldn’t have seen them at all. Still, the fact it hadn't been refreshed didn’t negate the fact that it was there. You were unequivocally spoken for. 

“You don’t smell marked.” He scoffed as he released your head, taking a step back.

“It’s new…” You muttered. He may not have been able to smell your mate, but the stench of a lie was familiar to him. Especially one as piss poor as that.

“If it’s new then you should reek of him, Wench, don’t lie to me.” He growled. You looked down as your shame rolled over you.

“He’s a beta.” HE’S A BETA?! Sukuna had felt rage a lot in his life. Some may even say it was his default setting. But the rage he felt at being cucked by a beta was unlike anything that he had felt before. He felt his fingers twitch with the need to wrap around someone's neck, and the urge to burn down this entire forest was a hard one to fight. He choked back his molting hot fury with a simple reminder: Beta bond marks don’t mean shit. He could easily still have you. He just had to wait for your next heat cycle to do it, when your hormones were high and looking for something more…substantial, then a betas nub. 

“How cute, being mated to a beta. I’m sure you’re crazy for each other.” He sneered. You wished. Leaving every heat cycle woefully unsatisfied and frustrated might have been worth it if you had actually loved the man. If your union to him wasn’t purely survival. 

“He provides.” You settled on a half truth to keep from lying, one Sukuna definitely picked up on. 

“What’s your name Omega?” He demanded.

You told him your name in a soft whisper. Cute name. He’d be sure to have his servants look into you and your records. 

“Well Omega,” He said, making a point not to use the title given to him. To remind you what you were. “You should probably get back to your beta. It’s not safe for a pretty little thing like you to be out in these woods alone.” It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that was a warning and a threat, the edge in his words making that much clear. You nodded to the warlord, before making your way home. You fought the urge to sprint with everything you had in you, knowing better than to activate his prey drive. 

He watched as you did, noting your refusal to run. Smart girl. He could feel his mouth watering as he watched your hips sway, and his body buzzed with the need to have you under him. He took a deep breath to recollect himself before making the walk home. He’d have you soon enough.

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He kept a close eye on you in the weeks that followed. Learning about how your marriage was arranged through his servants, and how your marriage was failing from watching you. To your credit, you did try in earnest to make it work. You were the perfect mate. You kept a tidy home, always had dinner ready, and were always happy to get on your back for your husband. 

And yet it did nothing. That asshole still acted as if he was gods fucking gift for “saving” your life, and as if you didn’t do enough. Dinner was never right, there was always an issue with the house, and every morning Sukuna could smell your dissatisfaction from the night before- still rolling off you in waves.  It was pathetic that a creature as divine as you was wasted on swine like him. The good news was that your scent was evolving. As the leaves changed colors your fragrance got thicker, and sweeter in some aspects. You clung to your beta even if he was woefully unequipped. Your heat was coming.

A fact you were all too aware of. You could feel it pooling in your stomach and feverish on your skin. The effects were already starting, and you knew this one was going to be hell. Your mate thrashed in between your legs, chasing his high in you. You felt close, so close. Your body was trembling with anticipation, electricity buzzing under your skin. All you needed was his knot and-

He pulled out of your quivering cunt, cumming on your stomach with a guttural moan. Oh, right. He didn’t have a knot. You whined as he painted you white, wanting to snap at him for wasting his load. You held back though, knowing that, in reality, the last thing you wanted was his pups. You watched as he rolled off the bed and grabbed his pants.

“W-wait, but Naoya-” You panted, “I’m so close, please-”

“You’re gonna have to finish yourself, I’m gonna be late for my train.” Your “mate” groaned as if you were an inconvenience. 

“But…” You whimpered, then let it go. You knew better than to argue, and besides. Your climax was already fleeting. “Do you have to go?” You asked softly. You understood that, as a beta, Naoya couldn’t sense when your heat was coming like an alpha could. You accepted that. What you found hard to accept was that he still planned a business trip during your heat cycle, despite you explicitly telling him that you would need him. 

“Yes, Sweetie,” He said it with so much ire and hate, you would have rather he called you a bitch. “This is my job. It doesn’t stop because you’re horny.” He snapped, tired of having this conversation again. His venom shut you up. You watched as he quickly got dressed, then grabbed his bags and rushed for the train station. You fought tears as you went to clean yourself up. Were you really so unloveable?

You often wondered what the worse fate was, being sacrificed to Ryomen Sukuna or being trapped in a loveless pair bond. For years you knew without doubt it was being sacrificed to the warlord. You were always grateful to your father for selling you to the beta, saving you from what would no doubt have been a cruel and untimely death. Naoya may have been cold at times, but surely he wasn’t as bad as Sukuna.

Or at least, that’s what you used to think. Before you had actually met the man, and felt the way your body reacted to his presence alone. Suddenly, the so-called king of curses invaded your every thought, and life trapped in a passionless marriage felt like a prison sentence. You thought about Sukuna constantly, especially in the days leading up to your heat. You chased his faint scent on the wind, traced his markings in your dreams, and envisioned him to endure your husband's advances. 

It left you a wreck. Especially now, as night fell and your body temperature rose. Your fingers were doing absolutely nothing for you, and wouldn’t for at least the next week. Which, was rather conveniently when your husband was due to return home. You knew your heat bothered him, but you never knew it bothered him this much. Resentment grew in you the more you thought about it. If he didn’t want a fucking omega, then why the fuck did he pay for one? 

You tried not to think about it as you opened your window, hoping the cool night air would do something to help cool down your feverish skin. You lived far enough away from the other villagers you didn’t really have to worry about a wayward alpha finding you. And at this point, you weren’t sure you would care if one of them did. 

You settled into your nest, albeit a bit reluctantly. The faint smell of your mate clung to it, and despite your bond mark it brought you little comfort. More just frustration. It didn’t smell right anymore. You quickly took off your sleep pants, finding them unbearably hot, leaving you in just a tank top and soaked panties as you drifted off to sleep.

Sukuna could try and say that he was just out on a stroll to enjoy the moonlight. That he enjoyed the peace that the dark brought with it, and was only out to clear his mind. He would be lying. The truth of the matter was Sukuna had been keeping tabs on you. And while your bitch of a mate may have been inflicted with brain worms, Sukuna was not. He knew you were alone, and in heat. And he fully planned to take care of you, in ways your beta couldn’t dream of doing.

Walking to your little shack at the edge of the woods felt like wading into a warm lake, your trail becoming thicker and thicker in the air as he made his way to you. It was intoxicating, and he couldn’t stop the visions of you whimpering underneath him from entering his mind. Needy and alone, fuck. He could feel his blood rushing in his veins as your scent laced into his senses and his psyche, and his cock ached for you.

He wasn’t shocked to find your window open. Of course your window was open. You were waiting for him, your true mate. That fucking beta be damned, you wanted him, why else would the window be open? He crawled into your room on instinct more than much else, your body calling to him like a siren's song. The reality of your heat hit him like a train as he took in your visage. Sleeping not-so-peacefully in your marital bed, mindlessly rutting into a pillow drenched with your slick. He fucking hated that you were reduced to fucking pillows.

He was right here, you just needed to let your proper alpha take care of you. Let him protect you, let him fuck you until you can’t walk, let him fill you to the brim- until you’re overflowing, let him fix the fucking stench of your nest. He was on your bed and spreading your legs before he even fully realized what he was doing, ripping your slick drenched panties off of you. On a normal night, he would have touched you and known you were burning alive with a fever. But tonight? He was molting lava with his own forced rut, and he didn’t even notice yet. 

Mates don’t need to ask before taking care of their mate in heat, so he doesn't even bother waking you up before shoving two fingers into your weeping pussy to get you ready for him. You whine out softly, back curling off of the bed as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you sharply. He smirked as he curled his fingers up, listening to your breath catch in your throat.

“Fuck, Sukuna..” You whimpered in your sleep. Of course you called out his name, you were his omega. You chose him, you were meant to be with him. Soon, there would be no doubt about that. After he covered you with his scent, after he marked you as his and only his, and when your stomach was swollen with his pups- pink haired, four eyed and undeniably his.

He shrugged off his robe, his rock hard cock burning with need and dripping pre-cum. He ran his dick up your slit, gathering your divine slick on his angry red tip. He felt the tension in his shoulders finally dissolve as he pushed into you, finally at home where he was supposed to be. He growled as he sunk in to his base in one swoop. 

You jolt awake with the sudden intrusion, your cunt torn between pushing the intruder out and sucking him in deeper. “Wh-wha…?” You were given no time to try and catch up to the situation before the assault on your g-spot started, leaving you a moaning mess. Sukuna lifted your hips, holding your body with just his forearms as he changed the angle he fucked you in to fuck you deeper, harder. He needed it to take.

You looked up and saw a shock of pink hair and sharp tattoos through bleary eyes. On the surface your body revolted, knowing this wasn’t your mate and he was not meant to be touching you. But something deeper, more primal rejoiced at feeling the alphas fat cock. “Fuck, fuck, more..” You whimpered, bucking your hips in time with his thrusts. You could feel his knot swelling inside you and all you wanted was him. Nothing had ever felt more right. 

Sukuna had fucked a lot of omegas during his ruts. He ran through whores like they were nothing. But none of them had ever felt like this. Your pussy was made for him, so perfect as it milked his cock. Your body reacted to him perfectly. You were made to be his. You were his. Every inch of your skin, every breath you took, every smile you gave you were his. He’d prove it. He grabbed you in a bruising grip as he bent over you, capturing you in a demanding kiss and taking what little breath you had away in a clash of teeth and tongues. You belonged to him.

He growled lowly, as he pulled back, throwing your ankles over his shoulders as he pressed his body weight into you, folding you in half. “Fuck, you’re so good,” He groaned, “So fucking tight for me Baby Girl. Gonna knot you, fill you with my pups,” You didn’t know if he was talking to you or himself but it didn’t matter. A thought that should have been deeply revolting to you as a marked woman had never sounded more euphoric.

“Yes, please,” You begged into his ear, “Fuck me, it’s s’ good. Fill me, I- I need you.” you slurred together whatever words you could grapple with. You felt drunk on the feeling of euphoria, you almost forgot sex could feel so good. Your words, albeit a bit jumbled, electrified the part of Sukuna’s brain that had already decided he was your mate. You didn’t just want him, you needed him. You needed him. Of course you needed him, you belonged to him. You were his and his alone. 

His his his his-

Then he smelled it. In the sea of apple, clove and cinnamon whiskey a sharp mildew scent hit his nose. The fucking mold of your “bond mark.” Sukuna saw fucking red, his body seething with rage as he remembered you weren’t truly his. No matter how deep he fucked his seed into you, or how much of his skin touched yours, you weren’t his. 

Not yet anyway. 

He plunged his teeth into your scent glands, right over your previous bond mark. You howled as he did, a wave of ecstasy rocking its way through your heated body and decimating your shocked nervous system as you came all over him. Aftershocks of your orgasm pulsed through your cunt in time with his thrusts, sending static electricity through your needy body. You instinctively dug your fangs into Sukunas scent glands, an act you were never able to perform on your (former) beta mate.

The relief that washed over him as you completed the bond mark was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and it left him in ruins. Cumming deep inside you, painting your womb white. The warm feeling he filled you with actually worked to (somehow) cool the raging inferno in your bloodstream, and you finally found relief from the hell you had been in. 

You stayed connected, him holding you close while he waited for his knot to deflate. You thought about Naoya. You had never been able to properly mark him because he didn’t have scent glands for you to mark. It met you were never really bonded, not like how you were bonded to Sukuna now. But, he was technically still your husband. This was his house and his bed you were getting fucked by a perfect stranger in. How would he react when he found you here with the warlord that owned the land? Would he find you here?

Would you regret it? 

You didn’t have time to really consider the ramifications of your actions before Ryomen was moving inside you again, and the last thing you wanted to think about was the boy that abandoned you. You whined underneath him, bringing your hands to tangle in his hair. He pressed his forehead to yours in response.

“Still with me Omega?” He asked as he started to pick up the pace, making you whine underneath him.

“I’m here my lord,” You mumbled softly.

“Good,” He punctuated the word with a sharp kiss before straightening up, “Cause it’s gonna take more than just that to knock you up.” He chuckled as his hips started to piston into yours, setting a punishing pace. The natural curve of his cock was seemingly designed to bully your hypersensitive g-spot, stimulating your body back to life as you gripped the sheets under you.

“Aww, look at my pretty little omega,” Sukuna cooed mockingly as he fucked his cum back into you, “All fucked out and full. Feels good to actually cum after spending so much time with a limp dick, doesn’t it slut?” Apparently, all it took was him getting to cum once for him to find his voice.

“So good, so fucking good.” You whimpered, “So big, so full…” And you had no problem feeding into it. His claws dug into your hips, leaving bruises defined enough you could take his fingerprints off of them. He watched the way your tits bounced as you tried to feebly hold onto the sheet, attempting to ground yourself however you could. He watched his bulge appear and reappear in your stomach with every thrust. He watched the way your skin glistened in the moonlight, begging him to mark it. He watched the way your eyes fluttered and glazed over with dazed pleasure. 

But the real show was happening where the two of you were connected. Where your slick coated his cock, creating a foamy ring around the base. Where your natural lube mixed with his load, making the most vulgar sounds as he fucked your quivering cunt. God, he couldn’t have asked for a better mate.

Your warm pussy hugged him perfectly, begging him for more and pulling him even deeper into you with every thrust. Every movement of your hips sent a wave of euphoria through him, and he desperately chased both of your highs. He wanted to see you cum. He didn’t get to the first time.

 He wouldn’t make that mistake again. You were finally finally his after months of coveting you. Of watching you, of needing you wanting you, of imagining you, you finally belonged to him. He was going to see what you looked like when you came for him god damn it!

“You gonna cream for me again Sweetheart?” He growled, “Squirt all over my dick like a good girl? I know you are, I can feel it, fuck-” His words fell apart on his tongue as you clenched around him. Stars blotted out your vision as your second climax started to creep up on you, slowly tingling up your spine and taking over your body. You bucked your hips into his erratically, chasing the high only he could give you. Sparks of bliss exploded under your skin as you felt him start to swell again.

And suddenly he felt way too far away. You needed him closer. You needed his scent, his skin, him. You ripped one of your hands away from the bedsheets and reached out, trying to communicate what you wanted. His head tilted to the side and he scoffed as he looked at your outstretched hand.

“Words slut, what do you want?” He growled.

“My mate.” You whimpered. He was immediately leaning down to you, pressing his chest to yours and letting your fingers intertwine with his. How could he deny you your mate? Your body exploded into a thousand sparks of ecstasy where his skin ment yours. His scent wrapped around your senses like an old blanket, cozy and familiar and safe. You whined softly and closed your eyes to embrace for impact.

“No.” He growled, using his free hand to pull your hair and force your eyes open, “Look at me.” He demanded. Your watery eyes held his fiery ones as you moaned pathetically under him.

“I’m so close..”

“Then cum for me.” The floodgates opened and you were suddenly drowning in a sea of ecstasy and dopamine. Your hips thrashed against your will and your legs shook like the last leaves on autumn trees. You swore you saw entire galaxies be born before your eyes as you were hit with one of the hardest climaxes of your life. Your eyes watered as they looked into his, your skin felt flushed against his touch, and your grip on his hand tightened.

“Fuck, Ryomen…” He hadn’t heard his first name spoken in years. His body slammed into yours as his own climax hit him with a brick. He fucked you as best as he could through his knot, riding out both of your highs as he filled you to the point of overflowing and then some. His entire body was racked with euphoria as he came harder than he even thought possible. 

He collapsed on top of you, rolling you both to the side so he didn’t crush you with his body weight. For a while, the only sound was of the two of you trying to catch your breath. You felt his arms wrap around you and calloused hands rub your back gently to sooth you. He kissed your neck almost sweetly.

“You’re doing so good sweetheart,” He praised in a whisper, one soft enough the wind threatened to take it away, “So good for me.” It made your stomach flutter. His presence was instantly calming, much more so than your ex’s. You might have even fallen asleep, if you didn’t feel him start to move again, still rock solid inside of you. 

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Your body was sore the next morning when you woke up, but the fever had subsided for now, finally giving you room to breathe and think about literally anything other than lust. The first thing you noticed was that you were not at home. You jolted up in bed, a soft whimper leaving your throat. 

“Silence, woman.” That was when you registered the body next to you in the bed. You looked over to see Ryomen, fully annoyed at being woken up. “You’re safe. I’m here.” He grumbled as he pulled you back into his side. You weren’t sure what was more impressive, that he managed to return to (what you assumed was) his home after last night, or that he managed to carry you with him. 

“Sukuna-”

“Ryomen.” He corrected you with a dangerous growl. You paused, a bit taken back.

“Ryomen,” You accepted the correction, “what happens now?”

“Hopefully you go back to sleep.” He sighed, irritated to have been woken up at the ungodly hour of 12 pm. While he was still in rut no less! He didn’t get a lot of chances to sleep during this time, and neither did you. You needed the rest.

“No, I mean with…with,” You didn’t know how to put it.

“What, you mean your cuck ex? Don’t worry about it.” He didn’t hide that he was irritated with you for bringing him up first thing in the morning. 

“....Is he going to be hurt?” You asked softly. Sukuna felt his lip twitch.

“If I have it my way, yes.” He didn’t mince words. Why the fuck did you care so much about that loser anyway? You thought about your mates words, then nodded. 

“Good.” You said, finally settling back into Ryomens arms and relaxing into him. He didn’t hide the smile that tugged on his lips. He knew he loved you. 

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[bambiimutt]

He makes you cry during an Argument.

Arguments with these boys? What could possibly go wrong..

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Headcannons and short stories under the cut!

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TW!! talk of Hoodie stalking, but not major! I think that’s it!!

Jeffrey Hodex:

- you’d think an argument with your boyfriend who loves you oh so dearly would hopefully end in him apologizing. Wanting to make sure he didn’t say anything to you to hurt you.. but you sometimes forget he’s not the normal person.

-Jeff has anger issues and it’s not a surprise to anyone when it’s brought up. So typically with any argument he has, his anger tends to get the better of him.

-which means if the argument is small it’s bound to be blown out of proportion, if it’s a pretty bad argument it’s about to be even worse.

-he doesn’t like to listen. To him he’s always right. He’s never wrong even if deep down he knows he actually fucked up he doesn’t want to admit it because he doesn’t want to look “weak” or too “soft”

-he typically doesn’t feel bad if you end up getting hurt emotionally, you’ll get a good ol scoff and roll of the eyes while he tells you “it’s not that big of a fucking deal, you don’t need to be so emotional.” Along the lines of that.

-but… you might just tug a few heart strings when he realized he’s made you cry. It’s when he sees that he’s scared you that he breaks a little. He’s got a habit of punching walls, breaking shit around the house when you both argue, screaming in your face.. and if it all leads to you finally breaking down and shaking that’s where he finally draws his line.

-he didn’t mean to scare you.. not like that at least. The last thing he wants is for you to be scared of him. He loves you.. even if he shows it in odd ways. He’s an asshole yes but he’s your asshole.

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“Would you just fucking Listen!” Jeff screamed out. His hands were immediately gripping onto his pants, trying his damned hardest to not punch the closest thing to him. But he can’t help himself the moment you cross your arms and give him that fucking look. “Jeffrey. Cut it out, I’ve listened to you for the past 40 fucking minutes.. you need to listen to me-“ you’re cut off quickly hearing his hand collide with the wall and a loud grunt leaving his lips. He’s slightly heaving, breathing heavily and hair a bit messy in front of his face. You jumped a bit, backing up quickly when he immediately whipped around to trudge towards you, black combat boots making him taller then he already was. His large hand was quick to grab your jaw and squish your cheeks together just slightly. “No you fucking listen to me. Stop being a fucking bitch. Why do you have to pick at everything I fucking do, huh?! Huh?!” If he was a scrawny guy you’d say you’d be able to at least get free but no.. no he was a big guy, tall. Muscular, broad shoulders.. built chest. His biceps twitched slightly as his grip grew harder. There was no way you were escaping this. Not with him. Your small hands pushed at his arm and your eyes watered, a tear falling onto his fingers. Oh.. Jeff’s grip softened as he slowly let go. His form lowering himself so he was at your level. “Oh baby.. oh..” his hands hesitated before cupping your cheeks and his lips are kissing at the corners of your lips, trailing towards your ear. “I didn’t mean it..” his voice is deep, gruff and low in your ear as you immediately wrap your arms around his waist. “I’m sorry..” really it’s the only time you’ll get a sorry out of him, a genuine one at that.

Tobias Rogers

- he’s one of the ones who’s a bit more understanding. He can’t exactly understand physical pain or frustration but he can completely understand emotional pain and anger.. and how fucking awful it can be to handle. So when he’s stood, tall and lanky in front of you, hands swinging in the air and his voice raising he can suddenly feel the room shift to a hurt.. deep cut feeling.

- he tries not to yell he tries to hear you out when you both have an argument, but having BPD can be an issue when it comes to that.. you say one thing in a slight tone and he’s set off. Oh? So this is his fault suddenly? Why did you have to say it like that? You could have said it this way. Why do you have to be such a fucking asshole?

-when in reality that’s not how you meant it at all.. and yes Toby does feel bad for it afterwards he shouldn’t have lashed out that way, he should have sat and listened and maybe asked why you said it that way.. but sometimes things get the better of us.

-he’s not always the one to apologize afterwards but he does when he knows he really fucked up. He can’t lose you not to something so fucking stupid. “I-I’m sorry.. you didn’t deserve to hear that.. to e-endure any of that..” with a sniffle you look up at him teary eyed. Oh that really hurts. “It’s okay Toby” he’s immediately at your side, hands brushing your hair back and placing gentle kisses to your jaw. It kills him when you cry.

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“I don’t know Toby I’m just tired..” this is what set him off. The way you said it. You were tired? of this? Of him? Of this relationship? “Are you fucking serious?” He speaks with his teeth clenched together, his head resting in his hands before he’s looking up at your slowly. His body slightly twitches from time to time, though when he was angry it usually became an issue for him, twitching far too often, clearing his throat more aggressively. His tics would normally become more violent in some ways. “Are we just d-done then? That’s it just b-because you’re tired yo-you can’t fucking walk away-“ his arm flys up in the air as he stands, his hands coming to rub at his face and the patch of hair on his chin. His tired droopy eyes dart towards you. You didn’t necessarily start crying because he scared you it was more of the the stress of the situation. “Toby please that’s not what I meant.” He still hasn’t noticed as his tall figure is rambling on, tics making his occasional grip and smack to his leg but he of course can’t feel it. When he finally looks at you he realizes you’ve been crying and it stops. The room becomes quiet and he twitches a few more times before softly kneeling on the floor where you sat. “I shouldn’t have assumed like that.. I’m sorry..” he’s softly laying you down on the floor as his lips trail your neck, his hands placing your arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry.” He mumbles against your neck.

-Ben Lawman/drowned

- to be honest he’s probably not the one who started it. He’s usually pretty calm, and quiet…. Except for when he wants to act like a child and become ignorant and downright inappropriate.

-he can be perverted.. gross and this is usually where the arguments start, not that you don’t like him nor the way he acts it’s more when he says things he shouldn’t be saying. So you typically end up yelling at him and he will normally sit embarrassed and feeling a bit guilty.. he didn’t think you’d get so upset.

- on occasion if the argument isn’t about that and about something else he still is usually the one to just take it but there are rare moments where he snaps back. And when he does. Oh boy.

-constant pacing back and forth, hands in his hair, sharp glares at you and laughing in disbelief. He’ll sometimes say things he doesn’t mean. He’s usually not one to yell but when he does you aren’t really expecting it. So it scares you.. and the tears finally break.

- ben only stares for a moment. “Shit.” Yeah he fucked up big time. He immediately feels guilty and he immediately rushes towards you to pull you into a tight embrace. He didn’t mean to take it that far.. he really didn’t, knowing it was him who made you cry makes him want to break down himself.

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“You can hate me yknow, I won’t blame you, or be angry..” Ben mumbled against your hair, your sniffling shattering his dead heart even further. You look up at the blonde, your fingers lacing their way into his hair as you force a bit of a smile “I just.. I hate when we argue like that..” your voice breaks causing Ben to swallow. Oh no. There’s that lump in his throat. His hands rub at your back before feeling his way towards your lower half, squeezing gently. “I know babe. Don’t listen to me when I get like that yeah?” You give a gentle smile as he softly lifts you up, bringing you closer as he grabs his controller, getting ready to play his game and have you relax against him. Occasionally he’ll presses kisses to your forehead. He doesn’t like to talk about the arguments, maybe because he doesn’t know how to handle his emotions and yours at the same time or maybe he’s just scared it’ll lead to another argument, but he apologized like he always does and makes sure your comfy against him while he games. As long as you’re content with it, he’s content.

-Masky/ Tim Wright

- a bit like Jeff I just think he’s a bit more mellow, he won’t ever apologize unless he knows he’s actually in the wrong. Which ends up being majority of the time. You know he has his episodes, where he blacks out and doesn’t remember a lot of the things he ends up doing.

- he will sometimes black out during an argument. It’s not often but when he does it’s like arguing with a brick wall. Like Jeff he won’t listen. He refuses to listen to anything you say because In the moment he’s the one who’s right. But he’ll never go as far to say mean things like Jeff does. No Tim tends to stop himself before he does.

-he storms off frequently. I think he more or so hates the emotions that comes with this. He hates the yelling, the way you look at him with disbelief and anger.. Its more so he doesn’t feel like fucking shit up for being an asshole to someone who genuinely cares about him. So he leaves you to your emotions to figure out, and if they aren’t figured out by the time he gets back he tries his best to help. Even if he does seem annoyed.

- typically your arguments are more him being snarky, sarcastic and being too logical, he can raise his voice from time to time but he’s only ever yelled at you once, and he still beats him self up for it to this day. Seeing you cry at how angry he got, how you still reached out for him in your meltdown caused by him.. and you still reached for him.

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“They’re pills y/n, prescription pills. I’ll be fine you know I need to take them. Why do I need to keep telling you thi-“ you cut him off quickly your voice already laced with concern as it shook. “Because you take more then you should be taking Tim. I don’t like it I don’t want you to hurt yourself..” he understood where you came from yes but what you needed to do was stop it. Just stop worrying about him. “Please for the love of god, I’m fine! I’m fucking fine! I’ll be fine! Please just stop it. I hate how much you worry and stress yourself over me. They’re fucking pills, I take them when needed. So just stop!” Now he didn’t scream super loud, but it was loud enough for you to feel the lumpy tingly feeling in your throat bubble, your hands softly twisting together “s-sorry..” you squeaked out. Tears brimmed your eyes as your bottom lip quivered. He watched you carefully for a moment, grimacing a bit as he watched your face twist with sadness.. and you slowly making your way towards him. Tim opens his arms and quietly pulls you in, one hand rubbing at the back of your head and the other gripping your back. “I’m an asshole. I know you’re just worried.” He mumbled quietly, lips pressed to your forehead as you hide your face in his chest. “You’re okay..” he continues to mumble, awkwardly trying to find a way to comfort you further.

Hoodie/ Brian Thomas

-he’s quiet. Very quiet. I think he’s the most gentle when it comes to arguments with his S/O. He’s scared to hurt you, always in any circumstances. He’s more observant, he knows when the argument gets too much for you just by a single movement.

-though he does have his moments where he does get angry back, he can normally control his temper. Usually the argument starts by something he’s done so he can handle it, he can deal with it. He tells you “I promise I’ll change, just give me some time” and you believe him because he does change but then he falls back into his habits, leaving for weeks on end, taking too many pills, his stalker tendencies.

-the argument this time is unclear, you probably don’t even remember by the Time Brian starts yelling back at you. His hair is messy from running his hands through it one too many times, he’s clenching his fists and trying to breathe as he shakily keeps his voice down.

-even in moments like this he still thinks of you. Not wanting to hurt you nor scare you.. he just lets you have your outburst and then you both move on. But tonight was different.

-he tends to ignore you when he gets worked up in an argument. If he’s not yelling back then majority of the time he’s just silent. His back towards you. But only when he’s angry right back at you. He’ll give you that silent treatment for hours.

-but this time. He made you cry. And he’s stopped dead in his tracks, eyes softening, getting down on his knees and resting his head against your stomach,his hands holding onto your waist. Sigh… he just had to fuck shit up again didn’t he.

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“Brian you can’t just leave me for weeks on end.. you can’t just.. disappear then show up like nothings happened. Where do you go..? Is there someone else” at this point he’s just been listening to you, letting you vent out but when you suddenly accuse him of cheating on you.. he snaps. You really think HE would cheat on you?! It’s not like he didn’t spend months watching you, becoming so infatuated with you to the point that it would make anybody so fucking sick to their stomach. But he couldn’t tell you that he couldn’t tell you he’s loved you far longer. So he stands, looks at you with anger in his eyes, a hint of sadness flashing on his face “don’t fucking accuse me of cheating on you.” He points a shaky finger in your face “don’t you ever. You don’t understand the shit I’d do for you, the shit I DO for you.” He’s close now, watching as you look up at him shakily. “This S-still doesn’t explain where you go Brian.. you-“ he’s grabbing your wrist and pulling you close “no listen to me. I want to tell you I want to tell you so badly but I can’t. I can’t. I just can’t.” His eyes are averting he’s becoming shaky himself, he’s panicking. Trust him. Is what he wants to tell you, that It’ll all be okay, he’ll be okay in a couple of days, he’ll change just give him time.. but he can’t lie to you.. not now. It would only make shit worse for you in this moment. When he finally looks back at you he sees you staring up at him, not a word spoken but tears streaming down your face, and your wrists still held tight in his large hands. “I..” he softly brings your hand down, lowering himself to the ground as he watches you still stare straight ahead. He scared you. Brian goes silent and lets himself sit on his knees, his hands running up under your shirt to hold onto your waist and burying his head into your stomach. “I’m sorry” he whispered gently, shivering when he feels your hands curl into his hair and finally look down at him. You know he feels guilty. He’s only trying to protect you.

[jellyfishsthings]

WARNINGS: stlll angry reader because i am a petty and grudgy (is that a word? I am not sure) queen, death, funny internal monolgue (i am getting good at them) um not exactly smut but suggestive content ... oh and my terrible writing because it has been a while... also how cool is this collage like 🤯

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The hotel they had been stayed was a little bit dusty and not overcrowded but his family hoarded him like crazy. They were talking his ear of nonstop demanding answers he didn't have once again. His shoulders felt too heavy and he just wanted to sleep. His lovely wife was avoiding him and when she wasn't avoiding him, she glared at him. His heart ached at her presence. How had he screwed up this one lovely thing fate threw in his way?

His family was a calming presence sure. But he didn't crave them the way he needed her, his chosen family. Don't get him wrong he loved his annoying siblings to bits, those little shots were everything he had. But he didn't seek them out the way he did her. He was infuriated with her from day one. He was a trained assassin, a ruthless killer, yet one simple smile from her, as lightly mean teasing comment turned him soft, weak to his knees, ready to do her every bidding. It wasn't healthy ... right?

He was glad she was getting along with his family and overjoyed when she fought by their side in the Sparrow Academy proving to be a valuable asset. He told her as such which resulted in more yelling from her and a fond smirk on his face formed on his lips as he heard his brothers snickering behind his back.

"Asset? You have the nerve to call me an asset?" Her voice could be heard from miles away but his heart flattered at her sight. Her cheeks were read from the fight and a new cut was adorning her right cheekbone and Five couldn't bring himself to care for the scene they were making because she was finally here, next to him, alive and partially unhurt. He would take her anger over her absence. His mind was calmer and he was more rational, less reckless. All he wanted was to grab her angry face and kiss the anger out of her. Was it toxic? Perhaps. Did he need her desperately? Definitely.

The days have gone by with the blink of an eye and as their impending doom approached them he could she her resolve crumbling, she became less harsh with him, tangling their fingers in show of silent support and Five at that moment felt invincible, there was nothing he couldn't do. If he was going to die he was going to die in her arms, he was going to feel her lips against his one last time and he was going to feel her around him again.

The opportunity arised in Luther's crazy wedding. He could understand the sentiment. He had done the same but he thought his marriage was more beautiful than his. His dark green eyes were constantly scanning the room as he consumed one drink after the other. He was going to be hammered beyond recognition and his wife seemed to have the same idea as she mixed drinks and swayed on her feet. She had never looked more beautiful. She had put on a bit weight, yet not enough and all he wanted was to staff her face with her favorite foods to make sure she would stay healthy.

Somehow they had ended up on the dance floor, stumbling over each other's feet as they giggled lightly underneath their breaths. They were watching them closely from the balcony of the room, yet he was so far gone in her that his brain was stuck in that thought as it repeated her name in an endless circle. His fingers ghosted patters in her lower back and he could feel the goosebumps rising at her exposed back. She had been wearing a beautiful dress, the one that resembled THE dress, the one she wore when their relationship started.

Their last night on Earth.

They were going to spend it together.

With a bottle of the strongest whiskey in hand and pulling her by the waist they ended up in an abandoned room as they stumbled and fell on each other. They flopped down on the bed, bouncing on the mattress and the springs groaned from the sudden weight. His jacket had been discarded in a matter of minutes as he pounced on her like an animal would to its prey and kissed her hungrily.

In a matter of minutes their clothes were resting on the carpeted floor and he was inside her moving at a lazy pace, gathering the other in their arms as soft chuckles and moans filled the air between them. For a moment they were back to their weeding night, were they had drunk once again more than it was humanly possible and they recited their vows while they made love. Five had always craved the softeness, the intimacy of this act were you could still be coherent to treasure and worship your other half with receiving and giving pleasure.

"I take you as mine, knowing and loving all of your strengths and faults, just as I offer myself to you as yours with all of my strengths and faults. I will be there for you in your times of need, just as I know I can turn to you when I need a guiding hand."

Tears were slipping past his eyes as he repeated his oath over and over. He had to make her remember just how much he loved her, because if they were going to die, she had to know that she was loved and treasured, and that he would do anything to make thing right once again.

The angry red sky was what greeted them and found them in each other's arms with pounding headaches and disturbed groans. His face was buried in her neck, drawing in her familiar scent, waiting for her wrath to unveil and kick him out. He had stepped over the line last night, they had both been drunk and not clear headed as things went too far. Yet her fingertips drew shaped in his spine and a chill raced in his bones.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was so soft it could have been lost in the mayhem that surrounded them. Five unfurled himself from around her and leaned in his arms staying on top of her, keeping his weight off of her.

"No. Don't do that. I am the one who should be apologizing."

"No... I- look I do not want us to die and still be angry with each other."

"I could never stay angry with you... not for too long at least." He let her startled laugh wash over him and he softly smiled at her as she nuzzled her face on his chest and hugged him close.

"You don't hate me?" She whispered in a defeated voice.

"I could never hate you my love"

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[jymwahuwu]

Wrote some pointless thirst. I know this is OOC because nothing official has been released😚 He's so hot... I can't control myself...

cw: dub-con, yandere

Capitano is super cool!!! He has his face covered 24/7. I would hazard a guess that there is a long and deep scar from the war on Capitano's face, or that there are many healed scars on his tightly wrapped chest and abdominal muscles. He held his chin as he relaxed, his long hair hanging down his back. Wrapped in dark fabric were thick muscles and thin nipples.

Capitano has the concept of "absolute righteousness". He requires you to comply with HIS norms, and he requires himself to comply with the ethics of the strong. "No, this is wrong." You murmured. And he argued with you in a commanding tone. He respects your right to express your opinion, but he doesn't want to see you siding with the enemy. In fact, he did not appreciate some of Fatui's actions in various countries. He'll appreciate it if you stop fighting him. While fighting for the Queen and Gnosis, he hopes he can protect you at the same time. He felt a crack in his stoic heart once he thought that you were too weak for the entire jungle and might be destroyed in the unconscious night.

Capitano's palms have some calluses over the years, and he is used to grabbing weapons and condensing ice and snow. He faced many enemies without even using weapons. His palms cupped the soft flesh of your buttocks, and his fingers dug slightly between your thighs through the fabric. Lift your whole body up and place it on his arms. (No matter what size you are,) it's as easy for him as picking up a piece of paper or lifting a kitten. Your eyes widened and you had to put your hands on his neck for balance. This is his way of moving you anywhere quickly. As your hands caressed his chest and applied ointment, he looked at you through the mask, then closed his eyes. He felt sorry for his thoughts that gave rise to indulgence and immorality.

Once Capitano returns from a fight, he lays you on the bed. gently. He pulled the soft fabric of your lower body and spread your legs, staring at the private part between your thighs. No matter how much you try to close your legs and change the subject, it doesn't work until you say a frustrated "…yes." His body will cover you, the long night will cover you, and that monster cock rubs you for a long time until you are so wet that it becomes a puddle and mud. He drove forward, controlling the lightest intensity.

"Too-too big…!! This is impossible!!" As he gradually advances and expands, the panic chases the pleasure and entangles your heart. Capitano doesn't understand. He felt that he was of normal size and nothing "impossible" would happen. Are you making too much of a fuss? He gritted his teeth and explored the deepest area more slowly but surely. Your eyes reflected "❤", and the sound of water responded to his desire, followed by a slow and deep push in and out. Gradually increase the speed until your waist bounces and your toes curl, forming an orgasm.

After you were too tired and fell asleep on the pillow, Capitano took off his gloves and caressed your cheek with the back of his hand. The sound of your sleeping breath and chest rising and falling. With his other hand, he tried to remove the mask, but stopped. The kiss was too soft and intimate for him now. He needs to complete his mission of taking away Gnosis from the gods and protecting the world from Heavenly principles first.

Capitano <3<3

[the-fyre-flie]

Stressed Billy Batson full on snapping. Like whole break down, lashing out, reacting poorly to everything melt down. Angst... angst for my sweet boy... hurt/comfort with Clark :) also Billy is a cat core??? Little meow meow... <3 anyways this is very very long sooo please read :)

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No one knew why Captain Marvel was so tense. He was never this tense. He was usually so cheerful, so ready to bound up to someone and hug them if they needed it.

And yet, something about today had been off, from the moment Billy woke up to the moment he transformed to the moment he entered the Watchtower for today's meeting. He had been holding it together so well, he thought. For a kid, not even a teen, just 11 years old, he was doing a damn good job at looking like he had it all put together. Hero-ing, WHIZ radio, a mostly stable living space, eating better than before, but today specifically... something was *wrong*. And everyone could tell. They could see how tightly his jaw was set. They had picked up on how silent he was. And they were mostly avoiding him. Usually, the heros magical aura was enough to keep people cautious, but the sheer *vibe* today kept people more than a few feet away.

The voices of heros clamoring over each other during the meeting made his insides tick with frustration. Batman insisting they stay late made his fists clench tighter. When the meeting finally let out and he got to go to his little makeshift home, of course something else came up. As the women happily took the small cat from the Captains arms, saved from falling out a window, the tiny creature scratched him. Didn't even leave a mark, just a kitten lashing out from fear and it's owner immediately apologizing.

It wasn't the cats fault. It was small. It was scared. It wanted its owner, not a strange man. It wanted comfort, safety, and calm. Its soft fur hid sharp claws it didn't want to use.

Billy screamed. Crouched behind a dumpster, hands pressed over his ears as his facade shattered like glass, tears streaming down his face, everything breaking down at once. He had just barely managed to get away from the publics gaze before the floodgates opened, and he was wailing bloody murder over a *tiny scratch*. Actually... it was more than the scratch. It was the stress of being a hero, how ungrateful people were, the horrors that came with failure. This wasn't just about the cat, it was about the fact that no boy his age should be saddled with this much responsible. This was about being homeless in a society that would rather him dead than an 'eyesore', about the other heros not taking him seriously because he was 'too childish', about being unwilling to let himself take handouts and be seen as 'weak'. It was about everything all at once. And so he screamed. Crying into his hands in a dark alleyway at some time close to midnight, all alone in an empty, unloving, cold city. When someone, a random passerby, did try and help, he yelled at them to go away, his face red from crying and voice horse from yelling. They were quick to leave. Of course they were. He was a lost cause, right? He was in a downward spiral no matter how much progress he made, right? He would always fail and let everyone down, right? He made so many mistakes, he didn't deserve to be the champion or a Justice League member, or anything at all. His thoughts were becoming frantic and irrational, and when a new voice spoke up, asking Billy if he was okay, he lashed out again. Barring his teeth like a scared dog, he screamed to be left alone. Even in this small mortal form, he had access to magic, and without even thinking, he hurled sparks at whoever was approaching him, the crackle of electricity as loud in his ears as his pounding heart.

No... no, no, no, nonono! He attacked someone! He lashed out and used his magic in a way he very much wasn't supposed to! No! Scrambling to his feet, he frantically begged to be forgiven, vision too blurred to properly make out the shape of the person he thoughtlessly attacked.

"Im sorry! Im s-sorry! P-please I'm-"

"Billy, let's get inside first, then we can discuss the idea of you being left alone, okay kiddo?"

Clark's voice was calm, like a balm over his panic, trying so very hard to guide him back towards rationality. Whisps of magical smoke still lingered on his now fairly charred work clothes, but he was unharmed, slowly getting closer. The Kryptonians hands found Billys hair, gingerly pushing a few strands back as he moved to crouch in front of the boy. Seeing Billy's tear streaked face, Clark's heart clenched. He hadn't noticed how on edge the boy was before, and he felt incredibly stupid letting it get this far.

The feeling of being scooped into Clark's arms and quickly flown high above the city was shockingly comfortable, the wind whipping his hair back and forth as he clung to the alien. Warmth wrapped around Billys body, and when he opened his eyes, he realized Clark had ripped off his burnt work suit, revealing his Superman costume, the cape of which pulled tight around his body to hide him from the world... to protect him.

Sitting quietly in Clark's apartment, Billy didn't argue as the hero in front of him gently wiped down the boys face, cleaning it of tears and snot. He was so gentle with Billy, tutting slightly about how 'if you had just told me something was wrong' and 'next time, please talk to me'. Billy nodded, face scrunching a bit as Clark pressed the damp cloth to his cheek.

"I didn't... I didn't know I was so upset..." He mumbled, watching as Clark stood back to pull a blanket out of a closet. "I don't know *why* I was upset." With the blanket wrapped around his shoulders, he stared at the floor, shame replacing the feeling of inexplicable frustration. He was supposed to be a hero, to be someone everyone else could reply on, and he had just utterly snapped. When a mug of hot chocolate was placed in his hands, he didn't argue, sipping slowly. Clarks hands found his shoulders and back, rubbing at his tense muscles as if he knew exactly what the boy needed. Almost like Clark used to be a kid with impossible powers and stressful responsibilities, too.

[trippinsorrows]

truth

authors note: this one is pretty heavy and a hard read, but it's how cody reacts when he finds out the truth. again, a brutal read, but it's just what happens. again, you must read 'the space between us' to understand the context. 'stuck' is more optional, though insightful.

the space between us // stuck

words: 3.5k

warnings: angst and violence (strong, graphic violence against women)

One glance in the mirror, our eyes meeting, his darkening with something familiar—and unwanted—I already know what’s ahead. Or, what he’d like to be ahead.

My focus remains on removing my jewelry, starting with my earrings. Beautiful diamond studs he believed, or just assumed, were a gift I purchased for myself when in actuality they were gifts from Roman.

One of several I have in this house.

The minute he’s behind me, arms enveloping my body, settling on my stomach, I manage a small smile. “It’s been a long day.” My throat clears as his mouth drops to my neck. “I’m—I’m tired.”

Not an exact lie. It has been a long day, even though that’s not the sole reason I’m rejecting his advances for intimacy. An understandable “request,” given it’s been weeks since we had sex. Something he’s always seemed okay with given the nature of our union and my low sex drive. For him. It’s a low sex drive for him.

Not that he can ever know that.

“Went to the doctor today,” he speaks, lips to my neck. I’m thankful for the words, because they assist with a needed distraction from the feel of him on me. It’s not unpleasant or uncomfortable. Just wrong. Years of being with him has unfortunately made any other touch feel inadequate. Feel wrong.

“Oh?” I don’t have to feign interest in that. I may not love Cody, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about him in the way humans should care for one another. “What—”

“They had to rerun some tests.”

It’s the word ‘tests’ that especially has my interest, my eyes on him through the vanity mirror in front of us. Watching as words are mixed in with cold kisses that pepper my exposed shoulder. “Tests? What kind of tests?”

It’s not as if we talk a ton, but I would like to think if something was going on with him, medically speaking, he would have said something.

So, why didn’t he?

He makes a sound, and it’s subtle, so subtle, but his arms around me start to tighten. Lightly but consistently. “Routine labs, but since I’m getting older, they also ran a hormonal panel.” I don’t say anything, just continue to watch him, my hands moving to his forearms. His grip suddenly something less sensual and more…something else.

Something unfamiliar.

And uncomfortable.

“Cody—”

“And those hormonal labs came back with extremely low numbers, so much so that my doctor ordered additional tests—”

His grip continues to tighten, my chest also starting to tighten at the combination of his words and his hold. “Cody, you’re hurting—”

“So, he did,” he carries on, one arm still enveloped around me, the other lifting as his hand flattens on the space of my chest, fingers spread. “And you know what those came back with?”

I can’t look away from him, utterly confused by where he’s going with this, along with why he’s touching me like this, only for him to drop the single most unexpected sentence I think I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “They said my sperm count came in at zero.”

It’s only then my weak attempts at freeing myself from him stop. My breathing stops. My thinking stops. My heart stops.

What?

Cody’s thin lips form into a small, innocent smile. “I told him that can’t be. There must have been some sort of mistake. I have two beautiful kids with my lovely wife.” His hand snakes up, resting comfortably and calmly on my neck, before applying just enough pressure to force my head to crane back. “So, he ran it again….same result.”

“Cody—”

“I thought perhaps something had happened over the past few years. That maybe my sperm count somehow depleted in that time since the twins were conceived, but he explained that I have a condition.” He chuckles, darkly, and it’s right then and there, I know, just know that nothing good is about to follow.

Nothing good at all.

“Azoospermia,” he pronounces it so carefully, enunciating each vowel, like he’s been practicing. Practicing for this very conversation. Or, confrontation. “And that it’s more likely than nit I was born with it, so you know what that means?” A sharp, pained gasp when his hand wraps around my neck. “That means I’m infertile. That I’ve always been infertile.”

Oh my God.

“Who’s the father, Solana?”

It’s strange. I’ve dreamt about this. Nightmares. Night terrors, even. What it would be like if someway, somehow, the truth made itself known. If all the dark, shameful things I’ve kept from my husband, at the top of that list, the true paternity of the kids, escaped to the light. Wondered what he would say, what he would do. What I would say. What I would do.

I just never, ever imagined it would happen like this.

Words are suddenly the most painful, impossible thing in the world.

“I—I—”

His smile widens. Sinister. He looks sinister. “I had a feeling you’d say that.”

My eyes double in size at the exact moment he yanks me up by my waist, dragging me towards our balcony. “Cody, wait—”

My weak attempts at prying his arms off of me, of pulling myself away from him are of no use. He drags my jerking and writhing body to the closed doors, managing to open one while still keeping his unrelenting grip on me. But, it’s not until we’re on said balcony, cool breeze whipping against my face and hair that I realize what’s happening.

Not until he starts trying to push me over said balcony that the horror of what’s occurring truly settles.

“No!”

Empty, soundless protests, my body flailing, feet struggling to stay planted on the ground, hands so tight around the railing of the balcony, I’m sure the pattern imprinted into the iron will be imprinted into my palms as well. “Cody, please!”

“Who is it!” He screams, continuing to engage in a form of psychological and actual torture, “forcing” my body over the ledge while also allowing me to remain on the tiles. “Who the hell have you been fucking, Solana!”

Angry, furious words of demand, tears spilling over and down my face, my heartbeat something in the danger range. The shock of it all, the unexpected nature of such a violent reaction, it all has me struggling to provide such a simple answer. That’s all he wants. An answer.

The truth.

But, the truth, though said to set people free, seems like the very thing that will damn me. That could tip him over the edge of sanity.

That would break him.

Except, it also seems like the only option I have when suddenly the connection between my feet and the flooring disappears, his strong grip leaning me more and more over the edge. “Tell me!”

And, it’s when I feel it, feel my weight primarily over the railing than not that I break, that I realize there is no escaping this. No running.

This is it.

“Roman!” I shout, heart and resolve breaking simultaneously. “It’s Roman!”

There’s a stillness. No longer that pressure of his firm hands pulling and pushing my body one way. His grip releases, and I waste no time in yanking back, stumbling onto the floor, hyperventilating.

The horror of it all settling in as I move my hands to my stomach.

My baby.

“You lying bitch.”

I can barely look up at him at such cold words when intense pain shoots through my face, my hand going to my jaw which feels like it’s just been hit with a block of cement. A short-term point of focus when Cody’s hand is back in my hair, gripping tightly and painfully as he starts dragging me back into our bedroom.

“Cody, no—” I’m silenced once more by another massive blow to my face, one that has my eyes blinking, my cognition disoriented and discombobulated.

“You disgusting whore!” Vision blurred, all I can make out is the unclear view of my vanity before he drags my face across it, items flying, splintering, sharp pain across my cheek followed up with a dull, heavy pain in my lower back where he stomps me, my body plopping to the floor. “I saved you and your pathetic family, and this is what you do!”

My body is on fire, screams tumbling out of my mouth as he continues to mercilessly punch, kick, and stomp me. “Stop, please!”

Again, pointless begging as I work to shield myself, in a fetal position, working to protect my core. My stomach.

My baby.

“I’ll kill you!” Chills. “I’ll kill you and him!” Another punch to the top of my head. He’s swinging and hitting at me wildly, barbarously, like he has no control over himself. Because he doesn’t. “I’ll kill all of you!” I faintly hear what sounds like a sort of sucking followed by a “pftt” sound. Spit. He’s spit on me. “You wanna be a fucking family with him? Then be a fucking family in death, bitch!”

That. That is the single moment that changes it all for me. It’s not about me. Not about the pain that wrecks through my entire body. The burning. The aching. The possible fractures and broken bones. The dizziness I’m struggling to fight, that threatens to carry me into unconsciousness. It’s the realization of what he’s saying. What he intends.

He’s not trying to hurt me.

He’s trying to kill me.

And after he’s done with me, he’ll go after Roman.

And after Roman….

No.

I can’t allow myself to even think about that. To even to think about the possibility of such an act. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. They’re babies.

How could…..

But, that’s not something I can consider in this moment. Consider how much of this is Cody just spewing hatred and vitriol at a life shattering revelation. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter, because if he can be violent with me, he can be violent with them. And, I can’t have that. I’m their mother. It’s my job to protect them.

And, I will.

But, I have to protect myself first in order to get to that point.

And the opportunity presents itself when he lifts my battered body and slams my back against the nearby dresser where items remain atop, one in particular catching my attention out the corner of my eye. His hands wrap around my neck, choking me, his deep blue eyes, dark, cold, unfeeling, as he watches almost with enjoyment as he works to end me. To end my life. My eyes clench shut, however, determination blooming to protect them, to protect my children. I lift my knee as hard as I can, Cody’s groan of pain conjoined with the release of his hands from around my neck. And, the second he’s doubled over, hands over his crotch, I reach for the stainless steel box on the dresser, a small but weighty trinket, and bash it across his head.

His body plops to the floor, one glance revealing he’s out cold. I gasp for breath, working to regulate my breathing while leaning down to lift his limp wrist. A pulse. Somewhat faint, but there.

That’s all I need to know.

Acting fully off of adrenaline, I grab my purse and stumble out of the room, forcing myself to make it down the hall to their rooms. Hitting the light switch near the door for Kaydence room, I’ve never been so thankful to see an empty bed.

She’s sleeping with her brother in his room.

Good. I can get them both at the same time. Rushing over to her closet, I rip it open and pull out her emergency bag. Bags that I made and packed for both the kids in the event of a home intruder. Things they could need and benefit from if we were stuck in the panic room for an extended period of time. If only I knew that said bags would be needed one day not to protect from outside danger, but the same danger that put them to bed not even an hour ago.

From within the home.

Her pink, sparkly bag swung over my shoulder, I make haste to Kaiden’s room, hitting the light switch that manages to stir but not wake Kaydence. The same can’t be said for Kaiden. He sits up almost immediately, as if already awake frowning, eyes widen. “Mommy, what’s wrong?” It’s only then that I briefly glance at myself in the mirror attached to his dresser.

Horrible.

I look horrible. Face swollen and bruised, my neck red and ruddy, the imprint of his hand from when he tried to choke me loud and visible. Blood drips from my scalp, down my face and onto my disheveled clothes. I look like I just survived a murder attempt.

Because, I did.

I did.

“I’m—I’m okay, baby. We’ve—we’ve gotta go.” It’s such a damn struggle to remain calm while everything within me screams and burns with rage and fear. To manage to grab his bag from his closet as well, moving over to the bed, gently shaking Kaydence. “W—wake up.”

Kaiden’s sniffling from next to me kills me. “Mommy...”

“It’s okay,” I try to comfort him, using the sleeve of my shirt to dap away the blood. "I'm—I'm okay."

Kaydence blinks while sitting up, rubbing at her eyes, a similar expression dawning across her sleepy face when she sees me. “Mommy—”

“We’ve gotta go now,” I stress, reaching over and lifting her out of bed. I look over at Kaiden, reaching for his hand. “Come on, baby.”

“What’s going on?” Kaydence is the one to ask as I somehow manage holding the bags and Kaydence, all the while with my hand never unclasping from around Kaiden.

It's the hardest thing in the world to keep from breaking down in front of them. “Bad—bad people tried to hurt mommy, and—and they’re gonna hurt you, too, so we have to go somewhere safe—”

Kaydence starts to cry while Kaiden remains uncharacteristically quiet. Or, perhaps, it’s just the shock of the most unexpected of situations.

I can understand that better than anyone.

“Where’s daddy?”

I freeze in the middle of the doorway, unsure just how I tell my children daddy is the danger we’re trying to escape.

“I—I don’t know.” A horrible answer, I’m sure, but it’s the best I have in this moment.

It’s all I have.

Continued sniffling, confusion, and crying as I manage to get us all to my Range Rover, hurriedly buckling the kids in, all the while looking over my shoulder, as if expecting and preparing Cody to come and finish the job.

To finish me.

And then….

Silent tears spill down my face the entire time, trembling hands starting the car as I rush out of the garage and speed down the driveway, out onto the main road.

“Were are we going, mommy?” Kaiden asks, a glance at them through my rearview mirror reveals the two of them holding hands. They’re holding hands.

God.

What have I done?

Kaiden's question is a valid question I didn’t think about until this very moment. Just where are we going? My first thought is my mom. It makes the most sense.

That’s why I can’t go there.

Cody will know that’s where I would think to go, and I don’t have a doubt in my mind he would show up.

And, I can’t bring this….mess to my mom’s house.

Can’t put her in danger.

Even if…if she already is.

Still, there’s only one safe place for us right now. A place where Cody, even with all his rage, could never reach us, even if he tried. Would be killed on the spot.

Roman.

We’re going to Roman’s house.

"Somewhere safe, babies."

Roman.

The same man at the center of all of this, the man whose mere existence rages Cody like no other person, brings out the worst in him.

Or, maybe that’s me now, because in all the years I’ve known Cody, that I’ve been with him, I’ve never known him capable of such….violence. He’s always been a man of carefully chosen words and sharp instinct, and I’ve never been naive enough to believe a mafia boss incapable of violence.

I just never thought him capable of violence with me.

With them.

And yet…..a part of me, some small, maybe unhealthy, illogical part of me understands it. Understands why Cody reacted so brutally. To find out the way he did that Kaydence and Kaiden are not his biological children is one thing. To find out their biological father is the man he hates most in this world, the man responsible for the grisly murders of his family, once a friend, now forever a foe, is…is different.

Much different.

It was too much. The human brain was only made and intended to process and compute so much, and even Cody, with all of his intelligence, could not handle such a truth. It broke him.

I broke him.

Which is why he tried to break me.

And while I might feel different when the shock wears off….I get it.

I drove him to this point.

I did this.

The blame can only go towards the person in the mirror.

It’s a crushing thing that sits with me, weighs me down, distracts me from my pain. That along with my babies who continue to sit in the backseat, confused and crying, clearly worried about me.

I did this.

Three words that stick to me, circle in my head like a bad song on repeat, even as I arrive at Roman’s place, security at the gate letting me through without even stopping me. As per usual. But, it’s only when I pull up in front of the house, the twins questions transitioning into “where are we, mommy?” that the logical part of my brain takes a backseat for something completely opposite, completely different. Grueling, confusing, and so much heavier.

Feelings.

I start to feel.

The gravity of it all, the implications and outcome of such a devastating, life-changing night. The pain that soars through my body, blood that continues to stain and drench my shirt.

I’m feeling it all.

But, nothing can prepare me for the feelings that surge and rush the minute Roman rips open the door, his eyes widening at the sight of me. And, the kids. There’s a lingering glance on them, between the both of them, children he hasn’t seen in years but asks about all the time. Supports in the only ways he can with gifts during major life events like birthdays and holidays like Christmas and Easter. Children who share his DNA. His bloodline.

There’s such an influx of emotions present in his expression, but it’s something he clearly catches as he focuses back on me. A few emotions outshouting others.

Confusion.

Shock.

Fear.

Kaydence and Kaiden cling to either side of me, as I finally find words to share. “We…we had nowhere…nowhere to go…” I don’t know what it is, the adrenaline that fueled and enabled me to get my babies out of that house and to somewhere safe. Being in front of Roman who’s always, in the most ironic of ways, made me feel the safest. Or, perhaps a combination of it all. Regardless, something comes over me. All of it. The extent of Cody’s attack, physically and emotionally, smashing and shattering into me. My body sways forward, Roman easily catching me as Kaiden and Kaydence cry out.

“Mommy!”

I hear them. I do, but it’s all so distorted and almost distant. I hear Roman shout out for someone to call Michaels. His long-term doctor.

“Please, mister, you gotta help her!”

“Yeah, mommy’s hurt really bad!”

I’d take an endless amount of Cody’s fists to my face if that meant never again having to hear my children beg and plead, so terrified and desperate for help as Roman carries me into the house. They don’t deserve this.

Any of it.

Something soft underneath, his sofa. A place I’ve sent so much time on, in so many different ways, but not like this.

Never like this.

My vision remains blurred, the fight with staying awake and conscious a losing one, but one I continue to stay in, nonetheless.

“Baby.” Roman’s voice, the most calming thing right now. His hand pushing back the hair that clings to my face, wet and caked with blood, some old, some new. “Baby, look at me.” I feel him take my hand at the same time I overhear a familiar voice.

Naomi.

I hear Naomi, soft and soothing. The kids. She’s talking to the kids. If not for the situation, for the pain that rakes through me, exploring every inch of my body, I might laugh.

Not even two weeks ago, spending the day out with the twins, I’d run into her. The first time we’d spoken in years. Since college, I believe. It was the first time she’d met the twins. I still remember the peculiar look she gave them initially. Like, she was studying them. Like she knew.

And, if she didn’t then. She does now.

“Solana.” Roman’s deep voice brings me back to him, tears intensifying the blur of my vision. “Who did this to you?”

In theory, a simple question. There’s only one answer, but it’s an answer I can’t say. Not with the kids present. They can’t know.

They can never know.

So, I give him the only answer I can. One that protects my babies but also warns Roman that anything and everything about us, about them, is about to change.

Forever.

It’s the last thing that leaves my mouth, the sound of my children’s voice and Roman’s concerned gaze and gentle touch the parting gifts before I succumb to darkness. “He knows.”

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HEESEUNG

it would hit him without any sort of warning, right there in the guts, with no aftercare. 

would have taken you to a dinner during a rather cool summer night. the restaurant would be delicious, the conversations would be enthusiastic and smooth, you would hold onto his arm as you would  both walk side to side.

the breeze would make you end up on a beach. 

the visual of the waves coming back to their original form, the beautiful sight of the sun going back to sleep, the birds flying above your head would be nothing compared to you.

and lister, he is just a man. a weak, simple, rational man who wouldn’t be able to contain his heart at the sight of his woman looking so beautiful. and it would be stupid, as if he was seeing you for the first time. 

it would be love, just simple, dizzying love. 

JAY

when the beginnings of sunlight would peek through the gaps in the blinds, casting thin golden ribbons over the bed to frame your form and his. when his eyes would flutter open and your warmth welcoming him would be the first thing he feels.

when, despite being tired, the thought of getting up and cooking breakfast for the both of you alone would make his fatigue disappear. when his fingers would stroke a hair strand of your sleepyself behind your ear.

when he would smile to himself the entire time he cooks, just because: wow, he woke up next to you! isn’t that enough?

especially when you would hug him from behind as a greeting and rest your cheek on his back. would say it, immediately, raw and sincere, with his lips against your forehead. 

JAKE

you would laugh at one of his very stupid jokes once and he would fall in love with you immediately.

he would feel the literal sensation of falling and falling and falling without any chance of landing.

your laugh would ring like a dulcet lullaby, the electricity that would run through his whole body when you hit his shoulder and tell him to ‘please, shut up’ would be the object of all his dreams.

it would be like his heart would start to get tighter and tiger, a knot would form in his throat with all the words he would wish to say.

would grip onto his shirt, the side where his most important organ is. the blood would rush to it so quickly. ‘i love you, i love you, i love you’ it would scream.

SUNGHOON

the only thing that could ever bring him to his knees, would be you. and everything that comes from you as well.

so, yes, when he would come back home to a thin, invisible, melancholic hue in the air of the shared home you both made for each other and tears escaping from your eyes, he would crumble.

 as hard as he can, would try to make them stop. by cupping your face and wiping them off your face sweetly, by asking you what is wrong with tears starting to form in his eyes, by holding your hands tightly. 

would not even have time to feel the realization or hear the words he just spoke. with his knees on the floor as he brings your knuckles to his forehead, “i love you,” he would croak, “please don’t cry,”

and it would make you cry even more. 

SUNOO

there would be a fondness in his eyes whenever he sees or, even just, thinks about you that would be far too obvious to ever deny.

it would always be obvious, to everyone around the two of you— except to the two of you— that there was always love. no matter how young your relationship was, it was always there.

maybe the realization should come at a more significant and amazing moment. like your first date or the time you watched the fireworks together. but it would be significant, to him, and it is all that matters. 

“sunoo,” you would tease, dragging the sound of the double letters at the end of his name. you would bring your hands around your mouth so the sound would be louder, “wah~ you are so pretty, so cute,”

the attempt of making him flustered while he films himself would succeed. and when he would rewatch the video a while after, the moment where he would tell himself ‘she is lucky i am in love with her’ would be obvious.

(as much as the ‘wait, what?’)

JUNWGON

“are you still mad?” he would ask in a soft whisper after you pushed his hand away and took his tie into your own hands. his fingertips would softly touch your upper arms.

you would not even look up at him when responding, “i am not mad,” and he would get a bit sad, as he should. you would look at him with a look in your eyes and smile he would want to kiss away, “you are just very annoying.”

he would hum, watching your fingers work on the tissue around his neck. your gaze would focus on it fully and he would start to feel a bit neglected, craving for your eyes on him again. his, however, would fall on your lips. 

he would slowly lean in. a smirk would draw on his face when you tilt your chin up. your lips would brush and then you would tighten the tie around his neck, making him almost choke.

you would give him a grin after patting his chest. his head would fall back when you leave the room and he would bite his lower lip, “god, i love her so much,”

RIKI

would only realize saying it and hearing you saying it back. a little bit silly, right?

it is just that, loving you would come to him as naturally as breathing. 

from the very first time he met you, love would already be in his stomach. it would already be growing roots of roses, stems would wrap around his beating heart and they would only wait to finally bloom. 

the roses would bloom on a quiet night. a sleepover where you would both sit on the enormous sofa and he would still manage to find a way to corner you between armchairs and his body. 

he would be playing with your fingers, having you trapped in his arms, “i love you,” he would breathe out. 

you would look at him with a smile before saying, “i love you too.”

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Viltramites fall victim to love and loneliness because they exist in a fascist society despite having the same full emotional range as humans and other creatures, they have empathy and it's beaten out of them or they are killed for it.

Conquest liked to fight so much because that was the only time he could touch someone or even interact with them. It's most likely why he enjoys and drags out fights. It's why he taunts, he has some understanding of the weight of his words or actions even if we are made to believe he is lacking emotional depth. There has to be some understanding of nuance behind the action or words to make it a good taunt, to make it scary or sadistic.

Ie. Sarcastically encouraging Mark, telling him he knows he can do better while caressing his face gently despite having him pinned to the ground by his throat. Or in space he blew air into a blood droplet, took the time to form a heart before flicking it to Mark, almost as if mimicking blowing a kiss before he lunges. .

He pauses while Mark is begging Eve to stay alive, he takes in what's happening, before he resumes taunting. He says "Viltramites have nothing like this, it's a weakness really, I'm beginning to understand your affinity to these lowly creatures."

True, they do not have that because it is not a societal norm not because they lack the capacity of love and companionship. Conquest has those feelings and that's why he's lonely.

I believe that Mark really was the only living creature to ever hear Conquest's confession, he just witnessed Mark's anguish, his rage, the bond that Conquest himself said was strong. He feels the urge to confess a deep dark secret to Mark because he knows Mark would understand, Mark is safe to share this information with. These feelings that linger over centuries as Conquest continues to "be a victim of his own success," continues to be ostracized by this own society despite him leaning into Viltramite values.

Which is why humans and creatures like Nolan's second wife are the Achilles heel of Viltramites. They're safe to love. Although for Viltramite's pride they keep that at arms length with their word choice, "lowly creatures" and "pet." It minimizes their "value" to the Viltramite and in turn protects them from other Viltamites taking pleasure in killing a loved one to keep things in line.

Another reason for proof that this isn't a defect of a select few who have the capacity for emotional depth is proven by Conquest's orders, he is to take Earth over at any means. Not because of resources or good breeding choice, it is because Nolan and Mark are not following the status quo. Because they've shown that their race is capable of feeling love, they can break free from the programming.

Viltramites fear this emotion because it is not something that can be controlled or manipulated as easily as fear. Love isn't a weakness, love isn't taboo or wrong. Love doesn't get you killed.

Love is defiance.

And defiance is what gets you killed.