#threw everything off of my desk screamed started slamming the door

[kirishwima]

i am. so glad a three day vacation is coming, i need it more than life itself right now :)

[ieatgoldfishy]

Office hours - Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader

Cw: mean! Miguel, fang kink, overstimulation, rough sex, slight CNC, degradation, public sex sorta, reader is fucked over a desk?, office sex

(Thank you so much for all the love of the last one,

I didn’t think anyone would see it,

Again, please request things!

Not proof read )

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You were finishing up paper work for your boss for the new deal he’d made with another company when you got a call.

“Miss. L/n? Mr. O’Hara is requesting you to his office. He says it is urgent. Please come down here.” The voice said. You paper clipped the papers together and walked up to his office.

“I was going to visit him anyway to give these to him but what does he want with me?” You thought. Just as the elevator doors opened, you could hear Mr. O’Hara yelling at someone and then sent them out of the room.

You walked past them on your way and they whispered “good luck” to you in a shaky voice. You approached the door and knocked. “Who is it?” Your boss said in a raspy voice.

“It’s y/n, sir. You asked for me?” You only heard footsteps coming towards the door when it suddenly flew open. There stood you boss, looming over you with his built figure.

“Get in” he told you, you stepped in. You watched him as he sat down In his chair looking stressed. “Are you doing alright, sir?” You asked in a sweet tone, not wanting to upset him further.

He looked even more stressed after you talked to him. You walked over to him but he turned his chair around before you could see him fully. “Mr. O’Hara what is wrong?” You walked to right in front of him.

You saw him, sitting in his chair with the biggest bulge you’ve ever seen. “O-oh” you let out. “I’ll get going, sir” you tried walking away but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to his lap, sitting you down on it.

His bulge was sitting right up against your pussy. You let out a whine and he rocked your hips back and forth. “Y/n, let me fuck you, I need to” he moaned into your ear.

“Fuck” you breathed out. “Yes” you told him. In an instant, he had shoved everything off of his desk and had slammed you onto it. You looked back him and he was squatting down to your pussy.

His pulled your panties clean off and threw them somewhere in the room. He licked a stripe up your cunt and stood up. Leavening you with need.

You heard him unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down. He slapped the tip of his cock against your hole. “Beg for it” he demanded.

“Wha-” you tried to say before he slammed his hand down on your ass. You let out a choked moan. “I said, beg for it” he told you again. Landing another hit onto your ass.

“Please, sir” you let out. “Oh baby, your gonna have to do better than that” he said, leaning down to your ear. “Please, sir. I can’t take it anymore. I want you, I need you” you moaned out.

Without saying anything, he slammed his dick into you and started moving. The stretch was almost unbearable. He was moving at a rough pace while watching you squirm.

“Ya like that? Is that good enough for you, slut?” He asked. His voices never cracked besides him being buried in your cunt. You gave a nod. You could feel him so deep Inside of you.

He was fucking you dumb on his cock. The only thing you could think of was his dick, hitting your cervix with every thrust. He hit your ass again. “Answer me bitch!” He yelled. “Y-yes!” You almost screamed.

He kept fucking into you until there was a knock at the door. “What do you want?” You yelled out. He stopped fucking you and put his hand over your mouth.

“Mr. O’Hara I needed to drop off the papers!” The person said back. Miguel had started to slowly thrust into you. “Give them to my secretary!” He said, anger in his voice.

You could feel your orgasm building fast. Miguel started to thrust quicker. You let out a muffed moan. “Is everything alright in there, sir?” The person sounded worried.

“Everything is fine now get out!” He yelled. “Are you sure? Miss. Y/n isn’t at her desk and-“ “GET OUT” he told him once again. The person left and Miguel started going faster than before.

You orgasm was building up so quick. “Miguel! Fuck!” You screamed. “Shit” he breathed out, “ do that again” he whispered. “Miguel..” you whimpered out.

You were so close to your orgasm it hurt. You brought a hand down to rub your clit and he slapped it away, replacing it with his own.

Your orgasm crashed down like a wave. You tightened down on Miguel and he stopped for a moment before he sat back down on his chair and slammed you down onto his cock once more.

He had both hands on your boobs as he ripped open your dress shirt and bra. He hands moved to fondle your boobs as he was still fucking up into you.

Your brain was turning into much at the overstimulation. One of Miguel’s hands had stopped squeezing your chest and was brought down to run your Clit again.

“Your so tight around me, love” he told you. His voice was almost sending you over the edge. It was so smooth and seductive.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you, signaling that he was close. “Fuck, baby” he moaned. You leaned into him and he rested his head into your neck.

He took his hand away from you chest and pulled your shirt collar off you your neck. You could feel his and your orgasm approaching. This one feeling better than the last.

He sunk his fangs into your shoulder and that sent you over the edge. You squeezed him tightly and you felt him cum inside of you. “Jesus Christ, y/n” he breathed out.

“Your buying me a new uniform, I swear to god” you told him. “Yeah yeah whatever” he brought you to the bathroom in his office and got you cleaned up.

“You should get angry more often” you told him.

[shelikesorchids-archive]

CADENCE: Part One

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Audio Erotica Reader

Summary: Matt can't wait to get home to listen to your latest audio. He's a loyal subscriber, and you get him worked up like no one else does.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY. Mutual masturbation (sort of), pillow humping, dirty talk, some light sacrilege. You know, THE GOOD GOOD. Reminder that you are responsible for what you see once you click "Read More".

Author's Note: I would like to thank the Academy (@bellaxgiornata @loveroftoomanyfandoms and @souliebird) for enabling this. Edited, but not beta read, we die like Ray Nadeem (RIP). ENJOY!

Divider by @saradika

Matt was sitting at his desk going over a deposition when his phone buzzed with a new notification. He had been waiting for word on something specific, so he switched his headphones from his laptop to his phone to see what it was. As soon as he heard the source of the notification, he slammed his laptop shut and started packing up his things to leave. Foggy heard the commotion from his office and came to check on Matt to make sure everything was okay. 

“Hey, buddy. You okay?” 

“Yeah, Fog. Just feeling a headache coming on. The seasons are changing and you know how that messes with me,” Matt replied as he stuffed his laptop in his bag. 

“You want me to walk with you?”

“No, it’s okay, Fog. I can make it just fine.” 

“Alright, buddy. But text me when you get home. You know I worry about you and your headaches,” Foggy called out as Matt walked out the door. 

“I know, Foggy. But I’ll be okay. See you tomorrow, buddy!” 

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Matt walked home as quickly as he could, resisting the urge to break into a full on sprint. Once he made it to his building, he dashed up the stairs two at a time, and threw off his jacket as soon as he shut his door behind him. He furiously loosened his tie as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and used the voice command to open up the notification once again. This time when he opened it, he was met with the sound of your voice. 

“Hey baby, I missed you. Did you miss me?” 

Your smooth and sugary voice went straight to his cock, so he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, stepping out of them on his living room floor. He palmed over the bulge in his black boxers and pulled off his tie before going to work unbuttoning his shirt as your voice continued to play through his phone.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day. I even had to excuse myself from a meeting to go touch myself in the bathroom, but I wished it was your hand. You know just what to do to make me feel good.” 

Matt was so caught up in your voice that it took him a moment to realize he was now half naked in his living room, right on display in front of the window. Truthfully, he didn’t care if the neighbors saw him, but he grabbed his phone and went into his bedroom. He placed his phone on the nightstand, shed his boxers, and climbed under his silk sheets. 

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed out as he slowly stroked his cock while you continued to talk. 

“Am I turning you on, baby? I can see you’re getting awfully worked up in those dress pants. I’m getting pretty wet, myself. You’re so fucking hot. You wanna watch while I rub my clit?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Make those pretty noises for me,” he replied as if you were in the room with him.

You let out a moan as you rubbed your clit, and Matt swore he could hear how wet you were. He started stroking his cock faster and you moaned louder. 

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come, baby.”

“Yes, come for me, sweetheart. Fucking scream for me.” 

“But I wanna come with your cock inside me, so I’ll wait for you. I want you to feel me, and I want to feel you. Let’s come together, baby.” 

Suddenly his hand wasn’t good enough anymore, so he sat up in the bed and stuffed one of his pillows between his thighs to straddle it. The cool silk of the pillowcase felt like heaven against his achingly hard cock that was dripping with precum and begging for release. He started counting the Hail Mary’s he was going to have to say later for this depraved act in his head, but in the moment, he couldn’t be bothered to care. 

“You’re so big, baby. Do you think you’ll fit?”

“I’ll go slow, sweetheart, I promise. We can make it fit.” 

Matt rolled his hips against the pillow at the same time you let out another moan, and he grabbed onto his headboard for leverage. 

“You feel so good, filling me up so perfectly. Fuck me, baby” 

“You feel good too. I’ll go slow at first. I want to feel you.” 

“You’re not gonna hurt me, I can handle it. Just fuck me, baby. Please.” 

“How can I say no when you asked so nicely?” he purred. 

He quickened his pace as you continued making soft sounds of pleasure. He should be ashamed of what he’s doing: fucking his pillow while listening to audio porn and responding back to you as if you could hear him. But, he didn’t care. Once he accidentally discovered erotic audios, he couldn’t get enough, and you were his favorite creator. Your voice was like a drug to him, and he was always jonesing for another hit. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to actually fuck you instead of his pillow, but he would have to settle for this for now. 

“Oh, fuck I’m so close. I’m gonna come baby. Are you gonna come too?” 

“Fuck. Yeah, sweetheart I’m gonna come.” 

“Come inside me.”

You let out a guttural, almost feral moan, and Matt screamed in tandem with you. His thrusts became more erratic, sweat was beading on his forehead, and he was white knuckling the headboard. He was getting closer with every sound you made, and he wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. 

“Oh, OH F-FUCK.” 

“Yes, sweetheart. Oh yes, oh FUCK.” 

His chest heaved, his breathing was ragged, and his hips stuttered into the pillow as he came hard. He collapsed backward onto the mattress, a thin sheen of sweat covering his entire body. “Shit,” he breathed out as he ran one of his hands down his face. 

“Did you like that? Be sure to subscribe for more, and don’t be shy about leaving me a comment! Until next time, audiophiles…”

After a few minutes, Matt sat up and reached for his phone to close the app. He knew that pillowcase was ruined, but that could wait. He stood up on shaky legs and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. As much as he loved your voice, and how turned on he got by it, he longed to have you in his bed so he could hold you afterwards, and maybe even join him in the shower. 

When he was done washing the post-coital sweat off his body, he dried off and put on a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants, threw the defiled pillowcase in the trash, and sat down to leave you a comment on your latest audio that he got off to. He set his phone back on his nightstand, laid down in bed, and allowed his mind to wander about how you actually felt and how your skin smelled. Maybe one day he could find someone with a voice as gorgeous as yours. 

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The “CLOSED” sign had long since been displayed in the door of the coffee shop, and you were finally done with your closing duties for the evening. Your boss said you were free to go, so you grabbed your bag and your jacket, said your goodbyes, and headed out to your shoebox of an apartment. You loved living in New York City, but it was expensive, and just being a barista didn’t pay the bills. No one knew about your “side hustle”, and you liked it that way. It was oddly empowering to you that you were a caffeine peddler by day, but you used your voice to get people off by night. It was perfect because you could have fun living out your own fantasies, but no one knew your face. 

After scarfing down the take out you picked up on your way home, you sat down to check the notifications on your latest audio post. There were always lots of comments to sift through, but there was one username in particular that commented on every single audio you posted, and you always looked forward to their comments. 

As you scrolled through the comments, you finally saw the one you were looking for: “rllygdlwyr commented: So hot as always, sweetheart. I ruined a silk pillowcase with this one. May have to start buying them in bulk if you keep this up.” 

You laughed and bit your lip at the comment. Normally, subscribers calling you pet names would creep you out, but this one was loyal, and they pretty much paid for your take out habit with their subscription and their tips. As much as you hated to admit it, they kind of kept you going.

Once you were done checking your account and responding to comments, you took a shower, put on some slinky lingerie, and pulled out your favorite toys to make a new audio. According to their username, they were most likely a lawyer, so tonight you decided to try a little roleplay. 

“I’m afraid I’m guilty, but is there anything I can do to lessen my sentence? I heard you’re a really good lawyer.” 

[final-girl96]

Broken World: Chapter Seventeen

After everyone was finished eating and everything was cleaned up Jenner showed us the rest of the living area. “Most of the facility is powered down including housing so you’ll have to make do here,” he said as we walked down yet another hallway. Offices lined each side of the hall. “The couches are comfortable, but there are cots in storage if you like. There’s a rec room down the hall that you kids might enjoy. Just don’t plug in the video games, okay? Or anything that draws power. The same applies—if you shower, go easy on the hot water.” That made everyone perk up; the fact that there was hot water.

I was walking behind everyone and watched them all pick a room. My head was a little fuzzy from the alcohol but not enough to not know what I was doing. Shane's head popped out of one of the doors when I walked by. “You are more than welcome to share a room with me,” he slurred, smiling. My face scrunched up in disgust and walked by him, picking up my pace, and slipping into a room at the end of the hall. I threw my bag on the floor beside the couch and sat down with a loud sigh. I looked down at my skin, covered in sweat and dirt letting out a bigger sigh. “May as well take advantage of that hot water.” I began to untie my shoes and kicked them off along with my socks. I shed clothing as I walked to the small bathroom on the other side of the room, dropping them into a pile.

I walked to the shower and turned it on, holding my hand under the water. To my delight, the water got hot fast. I stepped under the water, turning around, closing my eyes, and tilting my head back. The hot water felt so relaxing as it loosened my muscles. The bathroom started to steam up, and I turned around to find soap and shampoo. I grabbed the soap and started to wash my body, watching as the dirt and dried blood washed down the drain. Next was my hair, I took my time with washing it. It would probably be a while before I got to have a hot shower again. They even have new razors in the bathroom, so I took care to shave while I was at it. I knew Jenner said to take it easy on the hot water, but it felt too good.

“Fuck! Shit!” I jumped at the sudden voice behind me and spun around. “What the hell?! You scared the fuck out of me, Daryl!” He was standing there holding a bottle of whiskey looking everywhere but at me. “What're you doing?” I asked. “What're you doin'?! You're in my room” I raised my eyebrow and rolled my eyes. “I'm sorry I didn't see your name on it. Oh for fuck sake, Daryl, stop acting like you've never seen me naked before. Unless, you forgot about that time I can home junior year of college during Christmas break. You know the one where you took my virginity and then ignored me for three months after that.”

“Told Ya it was a mistake,” he grunted. I scoffed, “right.” I walked out of the shower and right up to him. “Because having sex with was the most horrible experience of your life!” I yanked the bottle out of his hand, grabbed a towel and walked out into the room. “Take a shower, Daryl, you stink!” I slammed the door and plopped on the couch. Looking to my right to see a cot was set up and put the bottle to my lips, taking a long sip of whiskey, sucking in air through my teeth at the slight burn it made as the amber liquid raved down my throat.

I wasn't on the couch more than five minutes before I was back up, slamming the bottle on the desk and stalking into the bathroom.

“You know what, Dixon!”

He flinched and turned around and stared at me with wide eyes. “The hell ya doin’?!” he yelled. “You day it was a mistake what happened between us. But it wasn't. You enjoyed it and don't say you didn't! You liked being the first man to be inside me. The first to make me come. You liked how I screamed your name. You're just a coward who runs from his feelings! You let Merle make all your decisions for you!”

“You don't know what the hell ya talkin’ about!”

I raised my eyebrows, dropped my towel, and walked right up to him under the surprisingly still hot water. “I do know what I'm talking about. I might have been the one to leave, but you're the one who pushed me away so many times I felt like I had no choice. You've hurt me a lot, Daryl Dixon. You broke my heart when you ignored the next day and then three months after that. I fucking loved you! And don't you dare say it's our age gap because we're only five ye…” I was cut off by him pressing his lips to mine. My brain was so fuzzy from the alcohol that I didn't respond right away. I was trying to figure out what was going on and how it went from hating each other to now with me wrapped around him and my back pressed to the tile.

Daryl's lips trailed down my jaw to my neck, where He sucked a mark into my skin. His hard length pressed against me, pulling a whine from me. “Please.” Daryl gripped himself, looking down between our bodies, and rubbing the tip of his cock through my slit a few times before finding my entrance and pushing inside of me.

“What the hell ya doin’ woman?!” I jumped at the sudden voice and looked up. Daryl was stalking towards me and grabbing the bottle out of my hand. “Well, I was enjoying a drink and having a really good daydream until you interrupted.” Daryl scoffed and sat on the other end of the couch. There was silence between us. Daryl kept fidgeting, and I started to get annoyed by it. “Will you stop!” I said, looking over at him. “Will you get dressed!” He grunted out. His cheeks started to turn a light shade of pink, and I laughed. “Sure, Daryl, I'll get dressed.”

I stood up, walked over to my bag, and pulled out my clothes. But I didn't go to the bathroom, instead I put my clothes on the cot and dropped the towel. “Fucking christ!” Daryl's face turned even more red as he willed himself to look everywhere but at my naked form.

[little-corritrice]

| The Mafia | ~ Part 1 ~

Genre: Mafia Au, Fanfiction

Pairing: N/A

Rating: Mature, Fluff {towards end}

Warnings: Violence, Kidnapping, Auctioning of Persons

Synopsis ~ y/n was just living her life, but when she ran into troubles of her past, she found herself being auctioned off to a mafia named Ateez. Within her time, she soon finds another whom she knows...

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Walking down the street, I was just listening to my music, and trying to get home. I wasn't in a rush since I didn't have anyone to get home to as my family disowned me for not becoming like them. I was about to turn the corner of my street when a black car stopped in front of me. Not wasting any time, I ran the other way, but came up to 2 people wearing all black. I threw my backpack at them, running down an alleyway. I made the mistake of turning around to see them chasing me, and when I turned back in front of me, a man hit me over the head with what looked like a metal bar. I fell back, extremely dizzy and slipping between consciousness. I reached up to my head, feeling blood on my hand. I groaned loudly, and saw the guy hovering over me. I finally slipped unconscious as everything went black.

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As I slowly came to, my head was pounding, and I couldn't see? "H-hello?" I called out, and heard a man chuckle. I whipped my head around to the sound, trying to move my hands, but finding they were tied behind my back. It felt like I was wearing a puffy dress as I could feel the fabric resting around me. "What do you want with me?" I grunted. "Bring her up!" Another man yelled, and I was suddenly grabbed. I struggled in his grip, but he squeezed my arms together, making me not able to go anywhere. I was placed on a chair, handcuffs locking my legs and hands down. I heard some guy start saying a price, and I immediately started screaming out. "Let me go!" I screamed, but soon was hushed as a cloth was wrapped around my mouth. I sobbed into it, not struggling anymore. Soon enough, I was sold for $5 million, and was carried away to what seemed outside. "Take her to the house." I heard, before I was thrown into a car.

I felt a presence in front of me, burning holes in me. I sobbed out, hating the fact that I couldn't see anything. I felt a hand grab my shoulder, quite roughly, but I screamed out and fell to the floor, hearing the person talk to another. I felt the hand land on my arm again, and I started kicking and fighting, struggling as the person got on top of me, pinning my arms above me. "Let me go! Let me go!" I screamed, scratching and hitting the person. I must have got a good scratch on him as he yelled out, slapping me. "You stupid bitch!" He raged, holding my arms as he lifted them before slamming me back down. My head came up and slammed against the floorboard, making me scream out in pain. He kept doing it until the car finally stopped. I was dizzy, and pretty sure I was bleeding again. I groaned as I turned on my stomach, hearing the door open. I could faintly hear shouting, but it faded as I once again slipped unconscious.

~ | Next Morning | ~ I slowly woke up, groaning as my head was aching. I reached up, feeling around my scalp. I didn't feel anything and sighed. I finally came to realization of where I was and instantly stood up. I saw a gun holster peaking out from under the desk and ran over to it. Much to my dismay, it was empty. I looked around the room, trying to find something I could use to protect myself, if need be. I saw a metal tube thing and snatched it off the shelf, taking some deep breaths as I walked out. There were 2 rooms on either side of me, and I held the metal thing high, ready to swing. I tip-toed down the hallway, finding a huge staircase. I saw the front door in view, my feet already running towards it. However, as soon as I got downstairs, a door opened to my left, and out came 8 boys.

I stared in fear before booking it to the door, all of them running at me. I tried opening it, but it was locked. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and swung the metal tube around, hitting someone in the head. The next second, I was being pinned on the floor, a hand wrapped tightly around my throat. I choked out, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Let her go, Wooyoung!" A guy with mutli-colored hair ordered. Wooyoung glared at me, then let me go as he went to the other guy. I backed away to the door, sobbing silently as I shook. "y/n?" I heard, but flinched away when a hand came in view. Suddenly, the person came in view, and he crouched down, extending his hand slowly. "y/n, my name is Yunho. We are not going to hurt you, okay? Come to the living room with me so we can explain." He spoke softly, giving me a small smile. I wiped my tears with my sleeve, nodding carefully. I slowly got up, looking around at the scene in front of me.

[xexiar]

Keep Watching. Ch 6

Ch 5 Ao3 FFnet

Chapter 6

It was a struggle to convince mom about the meal plan that All Might wanted me to start. Especially since I couldn't tell her why I was doing this. Not to mention how I also needed to get a few workout gear. But I gave up talking to her when she said how all this was pointless. So that night, I decided to make a few stops by the local pawn shops. Maybe I'll be lucky; they had some weights and other stuff.

As I walked, I saw a few classmates hanging out in front of a convent store. I did notice that one of them was Kato. So, I decided to take the roundabout path to the next pawn shop. While waiting for the light to change, I hoped nobody noticed me. "Hey! Isn't that Midoriya?" Oh no. I looked over to my left and saw how they had all eyes on me.

The light needed to hurry and change because they were making their way to me. But it wasn't fast enough as Kato placed a hand on my shoulder. "Well, well. What a bastard like you doing on my turf?" I tried to cross the street when the light changed, but Kato held me in place. "Don't leave, buddy."

Kato and his friends dragged me into a back ally and took turns punching me. One of the girls was recording everything on her phone. "Smile for the camera, quirkless." At that moment, I heard the sound of a switchblade knife being flipped. "Help him smile, babe."

Watching as one of the boys came towards me with the knife out. As he got closer, I suddenly felt something by my hand and took a quick peek at what it was. It was shards of glass from the window Kato slammed me into. I took one of the pieces and lunged forward. But at the last second, I threw the glass at the guy with the knife. He then activated his quirk that turned his body to smoke. Doing so had the glass not hurt him but also made him drop the knife.

I rushed and grabbed the knife. Once I had it in my hand, I quickly stepped back to avoid Kato's finger quirk. When his fingers touched the ground, I took that chance to slash off one of his figures. As he screamed in pain, I threw the knife at the girl. She dodged it, but it gave me enough of an opening to run past all of them. I ran all the way to the main streets.

My lungs felt like they were on fire when I finally reached the pawn shop. Stepping inside, I was greeted by the shop owner. "What you want now, kid?" He was in a grumpy mood but was nice. I walked over to the counter and took out a few bills.

"Do you have any weights and other workout gear?"

The owner took the money and started to count it. "This will cover at least one dumbbell." He then started walking to the back. "But for you, kid, I'll throw in some hand grips and boxing hand wraps. By the way." He turned to me and pointed. "What happened to your hands?"

I looked at my hands and saw that they were bleeding. "Just a few scratches." The owner shook his head and went to the back room. When he returned, he gave me a gym and book bag. He went about what was in each of them. "Thanks so much, Uncle." He smiled and opened the door for me. As heavy as everything was, I was surprised I could carry everything home.

The next day as I walked to school, something seemed off. During my walk, I spotted Kacchan and tried my best to stay as far as possible. I hope he didn't notice me following him to school, especially after the week of him trying to catch me. I wish I could tell him that I started training with All Might. But I promised to not speak a one to anyone. Maybe one day I'll be able to tell Kacchan. Would it make him happy? Or angry?

As I walked into class, I saw how Kato was sitting on Kacchan's desk. I also could see that Kato's left hand was bandaged up. After yesterday I was hoping I wouldn't have to face him today. But it doesn't seem that would be possible. And telling how everyone gave me death stares, it was clear Kato told the class what went down.

When I reached my desk, I wasn't the least surprised. Written on my desk were all sorts of insults. Many weren't even that creative. As I sat down is when the teacher finally came in. That's when I noticed how Kato smirked at me before looking at the teacher. "Mr. Aoki, you don't mind if we give the quirkless an early morning lesson?"

"As long as it stays within the class." Why was I not surprised. Mr. Aoki and many other teachers encouraged the class to beat me. Something about putting me in my place. I saw how two of the students went and locked the classroom doors.

As Saito threw me to the back wall, one of the girls used her quirk. She levitated spikes from another student and had me pinned to the wall. Thankfully it only held my clothes and didn't cut me. I then watched the guy whose quirk gave him rock skin get ready to punch me. He punched my stomach, and I coughed up blood. Then came a punch to my face. "Ree, remove the spikes. Let Koji break the bastard's arms."

With the spikes gone, I fell to the floor. Taking in a deep breath, I grabbed one of the spikes. When Koji grabbed me by my hair, I quickly rammed the spike into his foot. "Damn it!" He pulled me up, but I used my foot to kick the spike down more before punching me. He then let me go, and I grabbed another two spikes. I was done being their damn punching bag.

One by one came at me. Somehow I was able to dodge each of their swings, all while I drove a spike through everyone's leg. The only three that were left were Kacchan, Kato, and Saito. But that's when I noticed that Kacchan never moved from his seat. "Come on, Bakugo. Help us out, man."

Kacchan just looked at Saito. "This is your fight, not mine. Besides, I don't help extras." The look of horror on Saito's face as he looked back at me was very pleasing. I couldn't help but smile as I waved for Kato and Saito to come at me. At that moment, all I cared about and felt was the burning rage to punish the idiots who took Kacchan away from me.

Kato and Saito looked at me and didn't seem to move. When I stepped forward, they backed up. But just then, the first bell rang. For the rest of the day, everyone left me alone. Even during lunch, nobody looked my way. It felt nice to eat lunch without dealing with people pouring drinks on me. At that, it just felt nice to eat after whatever came over me.

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When Kato texted me this morning, something didn't seem right. He went about how he crossed paths with Deku and how the nerd cut him. That didn't sound like Deku. The nerd didn't have a mean bone in his whole body. He was too nice sometimes. It was sometimes what made it easy to bully him.

But as I pondered what Kato told me, it got me wondering. I had known Deku for so long, and that's when it hit me. As much as the nerd smiled or put up with everything, he was smart. Heck. When I read through his notebooks, he takes amazing notes. Sometimes a little too detailed. Especially the notes on the quirks of everyone in the class and their weakness. I didn't see anything about me, but that doesn't mean he hasn't written about me. Oh, I have a bad feeling about today.

As I sat in class, Kato told everyone they needed to finally put Deku in his place. While he spoke, I saw how his left hand was bandaged up. So his story about Deku cutting must be true. But what did Kato do to get Deku in that position?

"As long as it stays within the class." When Mr. Aoki said those words, I watched as everyone started to move. I stood in my seat. Whatever was about to happen, I did not want any part of it. Compared to everyone in the class, I was the only one who knew that Deku was fast. When that nerd really wants to, he finds a way. And I was right when I saw the fear in Saito and Kato's eyes.

"Come on, Bakugo. Help us out, man."

"This is your fight, not mine. Besides, I don't help extras." The horror that crossed their face was a sight to see. Whatever was happening behind me must have been amazing. Watching how Kato and Saito shook in fear and stepped back was perfect. But sadly, my entertainment was cut short when the bell rang. Even Mr. Aoki looked horrified.

Once the school day was over, I watched as the injured extras stumbled out of the classroom. I waited till everyone, besides Deku, was gone. That's when I turned to the nerd. "Where have you been running off to?"

"Can't tell you." As he packed his bag, I noticed how exhausted he looked. Which means he hasn't been sleeping again.

"You're going to tell me." Deku flinched as I walked over to him. I grabbed him by the collar. "Spill it."

Deku just looked right at me. There was no avoiding eye contact or crying. "I just can't." With that, I pushed him back in his seat. "Kacchan!"

"Don't Kacchan me." I stepped on his lap, pinning him to the chair. "Your mom called the old hag. She never does that. So, spill it."

That's when Deku started to cry as he looked away from me. "I want to tell you, but I just can't."

"Look at me!" I grabbed his chin and made him face me. While looking into those green eyes of his, it was clear he was serious. "If your mom calls the hag one more time, I will beat your ass. And I will make you tell me what's going on." I let his face go. "Got that, nerd?" I removed my foot from Deku.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again." Deku got up and grabbed his book bag. I then watched him go into his bag and take out a small box. He handed it to me. "Happy birthday, Kacchan." With that, I took the box, and he ran out. That damn nerd. I placed the box in my bag and started leaving class.

When I got home, I remembered Deku had given me something. Before going to my room, I looked around the kitchen and saw the note on the fridge. Another birthday of them working late again. I grabbed a few ingratiated from the fridge and made myself my own birthday dinner. "Happy birthday, me."

Once I finished eating, I went to my room and brought my All Might doll next to me. As I pulled the box from my book bag, I could feel my heart racing. Even when I was a complete jerk to Deku, he still gave me something for my birthday. My face started to burn as I looked at the small box.

As always, the box was nicely wrapped. That nerd is obsessed over the smaller details. It always felt like a crime to unwrap these. But taking a deep breath, I finally slowly peeled away the wrapping. And was in complete disbelief. It was the latest hero fighting game. That damn nerd.

Come the next few weeks, I noticed how everyone kept their distance from Deku. At that, not even extras from the other classes bullied him during lunch. Something about this felt nice. Especially when I sat alone, I had a clear view of that nerd. What made the sight questionably confusing was how I enjoyed seeing him smile.

I should be annoyed, maybe angry, at his very existence. But during these small moments, I simply enjoyed my little secret. Since there's no way he'll get into the same high school as me, maybe I could use that time to fix our friendship. But same time, there's no way that would be possible. Maybe it'll be better to finally accept that I must completely leave him behind. And just focus on being the number one hero.

[bad-biddie]

The Unruly

Chapter One

When you pray, what do you pray for?

I pray for god to crush me, break me up into little pieces, and start all over again.

Angels in America, Tony Kushner

The wind bellowed outside causing an unsettling rattle on the windows. Lighting cracked and the house lit up with a flash.

Snape looked up from his desk and glanced out the window. The storm was beginning to pick up after brewing for the pasted two days. He watched as the trees swayed and the clouds swirled. Just for a moment, he wondered what the weather was like in America.

BOOM BOOM BOOM

"Snape!" a voice yelled frantically from the front door, " Please Severus!"

Snape glanced at the grandfather clock across from his desk before pushing his chair back. He had barely cracked the front door when Regulus Black slammed passed him dragging someone along.

"Regulus wha-" he started

"There's no time Severus please," panic laced the young voice of Regulus "She ingested an unknown potion. Symptoms are fever, deliriousness, pain, and extreme thirst."

"Lay her across the table and stop panicking or you'll be of no help to anyone here," Snape said as he began rolling up his sleeves, heading towards his potion storage.

He glanced over his supply listening to the crash of his glassware shattering as Regulus pushed everything off the table, he quickly grabbed three vials of swirling liquids before pausing and quickly snatching up a fourth.

He rushed over to the table where Regulus was lifting the girl. "It would be beneficial to use magic Regulus." He waved his hand so the girl was levitated onto the table

"Drink." He trusted the small vial of Calming Drought. Regulus ripped the cork out and downed it with the efficiency of an Irish man in a pub

Snape brushed the hair out of the young woman's face before placing two fingers on her neck. As soon as his fingers made contact the girl's eyes shot open and she started screaming. She began trashing her limbs kicking Regulus in the stomach making him fall back onto the floor. Snape grabbed her shoulders and held her against the table, making note that he could feel the girl's collarbones as if she were just a skeleton.

"Regulus come hold her so I can administer the potions," Snape glanced up to see Regulus still on the ground staring up at them as if he was petrified, "REGULUS!"

Regulus seemed to move almost robotically pushing himself off the dark wood to take over Snape's grasp on her shoulders. Snape moved around to tilt her head back, his grasp firm on the back of her neck lifting it slightly so the liquid could go down smoothly.

Her gray eyes, which Snape thought matched the color of the sky outside perfectly, looked up at him welling with tears.

"Please no more" she pleaded up at him

"It won't hurt." He said gently talking to her as he would talk to a small child

He gently poured the first potion, a shimmering dark green liquid, down her throat.

"Swallow." He commanded

He continued the process with the next two vials, a deep purple and blood red, he watched as the tension between her eyebrows eased, smoothing the wrinkles until her skin looked as if it belonged to that of a porcelain doll. Her eyes still boring into his started to droop as the Draught of Dreamless Sleep started to take effect. He calmly smoothed the hair that was sticking to her face from the tears and sweat she produced in her panic.

As soon as he was certain the girl was asleep he gripped the back of Regulus's cloak, dragging him to the small parlor. He half tossed half threw the boy onto the couch before he hissed, "What have you done?"

Regulus stared back up at him looking like the small 14-year-old who was crying in the common room about his brother's disownment.

"Are you an impeccable bringing a muggle into my home? Do you know what He will do when He discovers this? Did you even THINK!" Severus hissed

"She's my sister," Regulus said as he looked down at his hands suddenly becoming fascinated with the skin surrounding his nails

"You don't have a sister," Severus stated in disbelief

Silence enveloped the room.

"You have a sister," Snape sat down in the armchair across from Regulus "And she's a squib."

Regulus's head raised to meet Snape's eyes "You have to protect her."

"Tell me everything."

[nsokolow]

Little Weasel, Big City: Chapter 24

Their room was a decent size.

The carpet floor was pink, the beds had red comforters, the walls were an off-white, and there was a large window on two of the walls.

“Lei! Check it out! The TV has really high definition!” Duke lounged on his bed as he flipped through channels.

Leilani turned around and yelped. “Oh! Wow! I thought it was a window!”

“Any channel you feel like watching?” Duke tossed the channel guide onto Leilani’s bed.

Leilani sat on her bed and read the guide. “How about ZBC? They always have something good.”

Duke switched to ZBC. “Oh, sweet! Jeremy Ferreton!”

A ferret in a suit sat behind a desk with a grin. On the wall behind him was a backdrop of a city.

“Oh! Okay!” Leilani scooted closer to the foot of her bed. “I usually don’t see him on TV. I usually just watch clips of him online if he’s interviewing or doing some activity with a celebrity I like.”

An ermine in a large green T-shirt with black flames and matching baggy shorts confidently walked over to the chair beside Jeremy’s desk. Jeremy complimented the ermine’s chunky silver chains she wore around her neck, along with her large, silver hoop earrings.

“Lillie Ermine!” Leilani exclaimed. “I love her! I didn’t know Jeremy was going to interview her again!”

“It’s weird; I always though she was a stoat.” Duke tipped his head.

“I think ermine is another word for ‘stoat.’”

“Oh!” Duke laughed sheepishly. “Good to know.”

They watched the show for a few minutes. Leilani read “MUTED” in big white letters on the side of the screen.

Duke sat on the edge of the bed, holding the remote as he hung his head.

“Duke? Are you okay?” Leilani asked.

Duke walked to Leilani’s bed and sat next to her. “Lei, listen. This time with you has been really great and everything. At first, I was really happy to be suddenly married to you, but that was because you were my ticket to making it big. I also knew that if you were the one who filed for divorce, I’d get most of what you have by the time the year was up. Now though, I feel bad. I really care about you, and I don’t want you to lose anything, especially since you worked so hard to get to where you are.”

Leilani realized she wasn’t relieved. She was happy Duke was being considerate of her and no longer saw her as just a meal ticket with a pretty face, but she wasn’t relieved about his decision, “Duke, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that…when the year is up, I’ll be the one to file for divorce so you won’t lose anything. Unless…” Duke lifted his eyes up and met Leilani’s.

“Unless what?” Leilani grinned and leaned toward him.

“Unless you…wanna stay married?” Duke inched closer.

Leilani couldn’t believe this was happening. “Duke, I—“

BOOM!

The door exploded.

Duke and Leilani screamed.

At the empty doorway stood animals in green hazmat suits. Only their eyes were visible above their gas masks.

A tall one in the front, an outline of horns under the hood, stepped forward. “Weasels, we need you to come with us.”

“We ain’t going anywhere!” Duke grabbed the remote and threw it at the animal. He grabbed Leilani’s hand and ran to the bathroom. He slammed the door shut and locked it.

“There’s a window up there!” Duke pointed at a small, narrow window next to the shower. “I’ll give you a boost, then you can pull me up!”

One of the animals started to bang against the door.

“We need to hurry! They exploded that door, they could do it to this one!” Leilani looked back and forth at the window and the door.

Duke cupped his hands and knelt down.

Leilani stepped on his hands, then jumped up and grabbed the edge of the window. As she sat at the window, she looked out and was relieved to see a large tree branch under it. Climbing down wouldn’t be so bad! They were weasels, after all. She reached down and grabbed Duke’s hands, digging her bottom claws into each side of the wall in an attempt to maintain her precarious position.

Duke squeezed her hands and tried to walk up the wall. “My feet keep slipping! The wall’s real slippery, Lei!”

The bangs on the door became louder and louder. The door flew open and slammed against the toilet.

With all the strength she could muster, Leilani, with a surge of adrenaline, glanced at the green-clad animals, pulled Duke up and jumped out the window.

Leilani and Duke both screamed as they flew downward. They landed on the large branch Leilani had looked down at.

Duke let out a high-pitched, wavering noise. “We-We l-landed! We’re here!”

“Come on! Let’s climb down!” Leilani jumped down to a nearby lower branch and began to climb down.

“Oh! Yeah!” Duke followed suit.

When they made it to the bottom of the tree, Leilani looked around the parking lot to make sure none of the animals were there. Not even other animals were present, just cars.

“We need to hide somewhere! Then we can call the cops!” Duke exclaimed.

“I’m afraid that won’t be necessary.”

Leilani and Duke yelped and saw some of the animals behind them.

They ran.

The other half of the green group emerged and blocked their way.

Just as they started to run to the right, the divided group rushed them and grabbed them.

“Leave us alone!” Duke yelled. He bit the animal that held him, but the animal barely reacted.

Leilani scratched the one that held her in the chest, but not even the suit was affected.

“HELP!” Leilani screamed, “HELP!”

A hand clasped roughly against her muzzle as she attempted to scream more. She saw one of them do the same to Duke.

A truck with a small enclosed trailer behind it pulled up to the curb. Leilani and Duke were carried to the trailer and thrown inside.

“No! No! No! No!” Duke ran to the opening as Leilani followed, but it was slammed shut just before they could make it.

Leilani heard the start of the truck. As she felt the trailer move, she abruptly sat on the floor.

Duke crawled over to her.

“I’m turning on the flashlight on my phone. The darkness is making me even more scared.” Leilani turned her phone on and tapped an icon of a flashlight. “I don’t think I’ve ever had to use it before.” She put the phone on the floor, which caused the light to distribute all around the trailer.

“Well, I guess now’s a perfect time, huh?” Duke clearly forced a chuckle.

She grabbed Duke’s hands and looked into his eyes,”Duke, if we don’t survive this, I want you to know that I want to stay married.”

“You do?”

Leilani smiled as a tear dropped down her cheek. “Yes, Duke! I’ll be your Duchess!”

Duke laughed as his eyes glistened. “I love you, Lei-Lei-Lei!”

Leilani laughed. “I love you, too, Duke!”

Duke leaned in, closed his eyes, and kissed Leilani.

Leilani closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around him.

About twenty minutes later, Leilani felt the trailer stop. She and Duke sat next to each other, their arms wrapped around each other as she felt his quickened heartbeat. If she was going to die, she was happy she at least would die with the one she loved, who she knew loved her back.

An animal pushed the door back up. Beyond the animal was a tent. The same tent from the site of the Daring Do project.

“Why are we here?” Leilani asked as she squeezed Duke, “What are you gonna do with us?”

“You’ve been interfering with our project. Number One doesn’t like it.”

“Number One? That’s like…the boss?” Leilani glanced at Duke, who shrugged.

“Yes.” The animal replied.

“As in, someone who’s above PJ?” Leilani asked.

The animal sighed and threw his head back. “Yes! Now come on!” He reached in and grabbed Leilani, while another showed up and grabbed Duke.

The weasels, held under their arms by each animal, were carried into the tent and led to a weasel who sat on the couch. She wore a purple hoodie, black mesh shorts, and had crimson eyes.

“Destiny?” Duke’s mouth dropped open. “Is..Is that you? What’re you doing here?”

The weasel, her hands folded on her lap, looked up at Duke with a smirk. “Whaddup?”

“You know her?” Leilani exclaimed.

“Yeah!” Duke pointed at the weasel. “She’s my sister! The one I told you about that got sick a long time ago who I stole the money for!”

[slifarianhawk]

Chapter 19: Equinoxal

I slumped out of my bed, grabbed the phone, and dialed archer.

"Front desk Archer speaking," Arjuna said into the phone.

"Arjuna is Steve, Irving, or Albert there?" I asked tears freely falling from my face.

"Yes, mam, Steve Burnside and Ricardo Irving are in the lobby. I haven't seen Mr. Wesker this morning." Archer said.

"Meet me and the white queen in my office... It's time the Phoenix arose from her flame. After I go Equinoxal brings the D.N.A test to the containment chamber. I can't hide the truth anymore."

"So you made up your mind and decided to put her to rest. I'll be there after I have escorted Mr. Irving to the airstrip,'' Archer said.

"Alright, have a steak and plates sent to my office and Albert's room. Deliver it personally my friend and make sure both steaks are rare please." I spoke hanging up.

It was about time that I went and got prepared for the trial ahead. This would be it. To reveal what is in my heart and embrace him as myself. I was terrified.

I quickly got up and got dressed in a black tank top and long black yoga pants. I threw on my knee-length black sweater and put on my purple corrective shades. I looked like him on the day he captured me.

Without shoes, I headed to my office. The elevator ride was swift and the floor was freezing. Walking off the elevator I swiftly moved to my office. Entering the office I stared at the walls and touched my throat.

"Son of a bitch, why? Why when things were going just as I needed them to, my emotions go and screw everything up." I screamed out as I slammed the door shut.

"White queen activate using code seven four eight," I spoke sitting down in my chair white queen appeared in front of me.

"yes, Tabitha?" She spoke.

"It's time, it's earlier than expected but what you and Archer guessed is true. My heart is too attached. I'm going to reveal who I truly am." I said.

Knock...knock....knock.

"Enter," I said.

"Good morning Commander," agent nighthawk said, "I have your breakfast from Archer."

"Thank you agent Nighthawk. Now if you'll excuse me after this you'll escort me to the containment chamber. " I said taking a bite of the steak, "queen prepare my viral activator, I'm in for a hell of a fight."

(Wesker's P.O.V.)

There was a knock at my door. I swiftly moved to it and opened it. Standing outside was Alistar's assistant.

"Good morning Commander Wesker sir, my lady has instructed me to bring you some breakfast." He said pointing to a cart and opening a cloche, "An A-5 t-bone steak done rare with country-style fried potatoes with two over medium eggs."

"This is a quality choice from your lady. I can't wait to fight her in her Equinoxal form." I spoke taking the food, archer disappeared down the hall.

Then as if in a queue my phone started to ring. Picking it up. I growled in annoyance, "Yes Excella?"

"Albert horrible news about that Alistar woman. We found a grave at the Russian base. It's not for your...wife... but for an Alistar Lancaster and there is a corpse. It seems we have a liar in our midst." she said.

"It seems my intuition was more fact the fiction. Little trickster, what do you think you are doing? Do you think playing as the dead and getting away with tricking me? I wonder how else you will try to entertain me, now that I know your not Alistar. Excella exhumes the body and bury it back in the base in Africa. I should have my daughter close at hand." I said.

"D...d...daughter....," she shuddered, "Yes Albert, just be sure to remember who did this for you." She said hanging up.

I smirked today was going to be fun indeed.

"I guess I should eat. I do not like to keep liars waiting."

(Normal P.O.V. +Time skip)

I awaited him with trepidation or was it consternation? I didn't know and frankly didn't care. I held the viral injector in my hand. Time to play my cards right into his hands.

"Ms. Lancaster isn't it about time you were ready? Let's begin." Wesker said stalking in with a smirk, Steve behind him

Red flag, he used multiple contractions. Something was wrong. This was something I would always remember about him. He rarely used contractions and when he used multiple, it meant he was seriously pissed.

"Yes, let us begin." With a swift motion, I injected the needle into my neck.

Pain and anxiety raced throughout my body, as it twisted and contorted. My nails became razor-sharp talons, my canines turned into long black fangs, bloody bat-like wings draped across my back, my hair a brilliant sliver and I formed a black visor over my eyes. Feeling the contacts dissolve and in the visors, I saw blue. It was time.

Quickly, I flew at him hands curled exposing my claws to the outside. Within seconds I was next to Wesker and while he blocked his face I grabbed his arms and flipped him onto his back. That was too easy was he holding back, why?

"Do not hold back on me now!" I shouted lifting him and attempting to throw him into a wall. Then a kick racks through my shin. I dropped to my knees as he stood up and off of me. Dusting himself off, he grabbed my neck lifting me off the ground.

"Now little trickster, show me who you are." He said throwing me into the floor face first shattering the visor against the cold polished cement floor.

I opened my eyes and dusted the debris out of them, "how long? How long did you know?" I stood up with deep blue snake eyes glowing an icy blue.

"Excella went on a trip to Russia and reported back this morning. Your eyes though are intriguing only those who are perfect bound with the..." realization dawning upon Wesker's features.

"Angelis virus, yes that's right. Have you figured it out?" I speed in front of him slamming my heel into his solar plexus, sending him into the wall.

Dust flying out from the impact, I dashed over to the corner of the room and turned out the light.

"Honey I'm home." I laughed hysterically the virus intensifying the anxiety of being found out by that stupid bitch Excella. Tears of dripping blood fell on the floor.

"There's no point in hiding, Tabitha. Come to me." Wesker said his eyes glowing in the dark room, a growl emanating from his throat.

"As you wish my dear," I said snapping. The silica particles in the air gathered around me shaping into sharp spears. With a simple flick of my wrists, I sent the spears flying in Albert's direction.

His eyes blazed behind his sunglasses. he deflected all but one spear he caught and threw it back at me.

The next thing I knew I heard a splatter and I heard Archer entering and turning on the lights. The spear was impaled through my shoulder. Blood was building up behind the blade.

"It is over my dear lotus. Now come to me." He said softly.

"Yes, captain." I hung my head causing the spear to disintegrate leaving a major hole in my shoulder. The blood that was building up burst forth and spewed from the wound causing me to fall over.

"COMMANDER!" Archer and nighthawk yelled running over to me and catching my limp body.

Steve ran over to me as I was clinging on to consciousness, "hey hanging on ok! Alistar...Tabitha, whatever your name is. I got you."

I saw Albert start to run toward me his face pale. I saw nothing but pure concern on his face. I gave a slight smile then laid completely out on the floor. I heard each drop of blood hit the floor... drip drop like seconds on the clock. Cold creeping upon me like a snake. Darkness's long tendrils snaked their way around me dragging me into the depths of unconsciousness.

[valeskawhore]

“Nothing compared to me.”

Written by: @valeskawhore

Characters/parings: Jeremiah Valeska x Villain! Female! Reader! x Jerome Valeska

Words: 1.6k(?)

Summary: Reader is a bad ass villain and believes the Valeska twin’s way of handling Gotham is messy and chaotic. So why not take matter into her own hands?

Warnings: Profanity, creepy obsessive brothers, Jerome and Jeremiah have formed a “somewhat?” Alliance.

“Your all so FUCKING STUPID!” I screamed, smacking one of my henchman upside his head. “FIX IT!”

“Y-yes! Ma’am!” He screeched, running off with the rest of his troop. I sighed loudly and gripped my hair out of frustration as they hurriedly ran out the door, shutting it with a click.

“Fucking idiots!” I started to rant, “IF GORDON catches THE SLIGHTEST FUCKING WHIFF OF MY PLANS THEN EVERYTHING IS FUCKING RUINED!” I slammed my hands down on my desk, turning my head down to face my blueprints I had spread across the wooden surface.

I breathed deeply in through my nose. Everything is fine, it’s fine! Everything is fine-

“Calm down, hot stuff-“ My eyes snapped open at the new voice. I grasped my dagger and threw it towards my attacker in a flash.

Jerome caught it with ease, smirking like the smug bastard he was. “WoAh- didn’t know you were so excited to see me babes, I wouldn’t come sooner if only I knew.” He hopped down from my dining table, striding towards me.

“How the FUCK did you get in, and WHY are you here?” I threatened, blowing the loose strand of hair from out of my vision. I straighten my posture, trying to look presentable.

Wordlessly, He pointed towards the open window. I sighed. “Just because that’s open, doesn’t mean you can just invite your self in!?l

“Oh no doll, I was pointing towards your guards out by the front gate. They let me i-well.. ‘let’ is a strong word? They didn’t wanna die so… I’m sure you already how that went down, dont’cha?” He asked, rhetorically.

“I’m also here.”

I stopped and groaned loudly, turning to face the other twin’s calm and cool demeanor. He arched an eyebrow, tightening his tie. “What? You didn’t think I’d let my idiot of a brother get all the pleasure of being in your presence, did you?”

“Why the fuck are you both here?” I asked.

“We’ll doll.. it’s a long story but ya see, we’ve formed a -somewhat-alliance? If that’s the right word to use.” Jerome spoke up. I bust out laughing.

“Hah? Both of you!?” I glanced at both of them, scoffing slightly. “That’s Rich! Your both morons on you own and now you wanna rub two brain cells together?? That’ll start a fire boys.”

“You both really are fucking insane.”

Jeremiah growled, taking offense to my comment. “I am NOT insane, you, my dearest, are dead. Fucking. Wrong. If you think I’m ANYTHING like these psychotic maniacs.”

“Um, excuse you, four eyes. It’s ‘Maniax’s. If you’re gunna insult me then do it right for once.“ Jerome shot back, stepping up to jeremiah.

“Oh please. You and your gang of rejects are so damn dyslexic it HURTS-“ “HOW ABOUT YOU WATCH YOUR FUCKI-“

“BOTH OF YOU! SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I screamed. The twins snapped their heads towards me. “This is why you both won’t work out! You both bicker like an old married couple!”

They two remained silent. Jeremiah stopping quickly to adjust his glasses and Jerome relaxing his posture, pulling both hands out of his pockets.

I went to continue my rant but stopped Abruptly when my phone began to rang. The twins cocked an eyebrow as I walked over to my desk and checked the caller ID. I groaned and answered the phone. “Make it quick, bitch. I’m in the middle of a lecture.”

“M-ma’am…” One of my goons called out.

“Yessss…???” I emphasized the word, showing my impatience. I tapped my foot, growing annoyed by every passing second without a response.

“Tell her- No! You tell her-“

Voices and whispered echoed in the background. “What? Tell me what?” I picked back up the conversation.

“Ma’am.. the plan it-“

“Let me guess,” I cut them off. “It fucking failed right?”

One of my goons mumbled out a quick and trailed ‘yes’ in the background. I breathed deeply in through my nose and hung up the phone, Slamming it back down on the table with a loud thud.

The twins eyes still trained on me, curiosity and amusement swirled in their eyes. “See doll, if we would just work together! None of this-“

“Shut up Jerome, it’s time for plan B.” I tore my hands away from my head and picked back up my phone, dialing a certain number. “Dearest?” Jeremiah asked, “what’s plan B?”

“I don’t know, but I have a feeling, she’s not talking about the pill.” Jerome cut in.

Soon enough, Oswald picked up the phone with a breathless chuckle, I turned him on speaking phone. “Y/n! You called!,” he leaned into the phone with an excited giggle. “Is it time?” He asked eagerly.

“I’m sick of playing games with these people, Ozzie.” I laughed, “blow it, blow it the fuck up right now. I wanna see!”

“You got it!!“ he hung up the phone. I walked out to my balcony and stared at the breathtaking scene before me. Cool crisp wind blew through my air and tickled my nose, I wrapped myself in my own arms, preparing myself.

Gotham city was always so beautiful during this time of night, so peaceful, so quiet. It’s amazing how the city remained awake even during this time of hour.

The twins walked up from behind me, Jerome leaning in close behind my shoulder and whispering in my ear. “What’s going to happened, doll?”

“Plan B.” I smiled. I held up all ten fingers and began counting backwards to dooms day. “Ten, nine, eight,”

“Dearest?” Jeremiah interjected, placing a firm hand on my shoulder, “you can’t be serious..”

“Oh but I am.” I scoffed, “This city needs to learn who the hell their messing with.”

I continued to count, “Three, two one..” I smiled widely.

Within seconds, explosions and flashing lights tore through the crashing city before us. The sounds of screams and cries of innocent civilians rippled through the air like battle alarms on the day of war.

Building were falling to the ground like janga blocks. Ashes feel from above as the sky lit up a bright orange from the burning flames.

Gotham had finally learned its lesson. After all,

Y/n l/n was not someone to be fucked with.

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[krispyalpacaduck]

Gone - One Shot

Morbius x Reader

Warnings: A little bit of angst and fluff

There was a lot of commotion outside the lab. More than normal. Being that you were in the middle of a delicate experiment, you chose to ignore it. You thought you had heard someone say, “Michael is back!” 

“Doubtful.” You said out loud to the empty lab. Dude just picked up and left without one word as to where he was going. 

“Ah! Right where I left you.”

You froze, pipette in midair, going white as a sheet and completely stock still. 

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?”

Your mind didn’t register that you didn’t hear the taps of his cane on the tile floor, too in shock just from hearing his voice. 

You saw him wave his hands in front of your face through your lashes. 

“2 weeks…”

He bent down to look underneath you to your face.

“You know I can’t hear you when you’re talking to the table.”

Slamming your hands down on the table, you snapped your head up to stare at him.

“2 weeks, Michael! That’s all you have to say to me?!”

His head drew back in shock at the outburst. You were normally so calm, level headed and quiet.

“I had no idea where you were, if you were alive, if anything bad had happ-” you stopped short, realizing something was amiss.

“Wait…” You started, furrowing your brows and cocking your head slightly to the side. “Michael… you’re…walking?”

He spun in a circle; arms stretched out.

“Tada!”

Maneuvering around your table, you walked up to him.

“W-what? H-how?!”

He folded his hands together as if in prayer.

“Ancient Chinese secret.”

You folded your arms over your chest, not in the mood for his shenanigans.

Sighing loudly, he said, “Fine. I didn’t say anything because the situation was highly experimental and not exactly legal. I didn’t want you to worry.”

You scoffed. “Well that went over swimmingly, didn’t it?” You scolded; hands folded across your chest. 

Grabbing a red squeeze ball off your counter, he closed his eyes and threw it. You watched as his head moved as if he heard it hitting everything before he caught it.

You felt a weird energy go through the room as he stepped back.

“Go on. Spill it. What are you not telling me?”

He turned his head to look at you, eyes looking supernatural in nature.

“Michael?” You managed to get out as your breath caught in your throat, fumbling to put your hands on the desk. 

A horrible realization dawned on you. 

“Oh my God, The Vampire Murderer that everyone is talking about… you killed those people? What happened to you, Michael? I want the truth. Not your sarcastic quips and evasions.”

He hid his eyes with his hair, as if ashamed. After a moment, he flashed his full face to you.

It felt like your eyes would widen right out of your head as you backed up into your desk as far as it would allow you. You felt your whole body shudder as you looked at him, escaping through your mouth as you debated screaming. Starting to take deep breaths, you could feel it creeping closer and closer into your throat.

His face relaxed back into his handsome features as he looked at you sadly. Reaching out his hand, he gently stroked your cheek to catch a tear that had fallen against your will. You couldn’t help the involuntary flinch the second he touched your skin. 

He drew it back like he’d been burned, the look on his face killing you inside. Out of everyone he could’ve possibly showed his new self too, could’ve possibly trusted with this new development... He trusted you and you rejected him, albeit involuntarily. 

You had to fix this.

As he turned to walk away, your voice choked on calling his name. You saw it in his eyes that he had accepted that this was his life now that he had become what he was. When he got halfway to the door, you threw caution to the wind and ran to catch up with him.

Grabbing a fistful of the back of his hoodie and holding on like he would disappear, you sniffled and said, “Please don’t go. I’m sorry.”

You felt him go motionless the second you grabbed him. 

“Please.”

It took him a second to come back to his senses. He turned slowly, uncurling your hand from his hoodie to hold in his.

“I won't.”

He cupped your face, letting his supernatural eyes come through as he wiped tears from your eyes. 

“I need you.”

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@lex-the-flex

[danger-noodle-uwu]

I'm new to tumblr so is this how you do request? May I request the brothers forgetting mc's birthday and later remembering it. How would they react? Maybe they were busy or something. Your choice if you wanna do the dateables too.

Trigger warning

Mentions of Angst/sad/slight comfort

Lucifer

Busy almost all the time, the first-born barely spent time with our dear Mc. He would try to finish the work only for more to be slammed on his desk.

Never would his brothers acknowledge his efforts or the sacrifices he made for them. Instead they'd mock him. Mock him for being absent at all family times. Mock him for doing what he does.

It was once again such a time, such a day. They didn't bother to care what the day has held for his beloved. It was their birth.

The birth of the one who truly changed his life along with his brothers. It was such a blessing yet he forgot about it. Entirely.

The Avatar of pride was strong, Lucifer wasn't. He was weak. Vulnerable. Especially against his brothers whom he adored with his entire being.

And the mocking words had stabbed him deeply, which made his current state as to how it was. Drunk. Wounded. Crying.

Rubbing his eyes, he awoke to a mess of his office which screamed the need for cleanliness.

During the process, he found the calender. A sweet calender gifted him by his doll.

A smile had crept on his face as he lifted it for what? Perhaps to calm the unsettling feeling in his bones that told him to run but where he didn't know?

While their lover was, Mc wilted much like a delicate flower would if the sun stopped shinning, they were laying curled on the floor of his room. Mc needed him.

How could he forget his own lover's birthday?! even after he promised... it hurts.. so much...

Yesterday. The poor human cut the cake wished themselves a happy birthday when he didn't...crying...in pain...

The realization hit hard. He ran to Mc's room as fast as he could. A shiver ran his spine and the horror in his stomach grew as each and every step was taken.

Yet could not find them, so he went over to his office expecting a fuming Mc.

He was once again not right, for his beloved was breaking down as he took them into his arms. Consoling.

He apologised and comforted them. Reassuring them over and over again. Reminding them his heart still is with them and no-could ever take it away.

He later threw a party, just like how you wanted. You. Him. And the growing fragrance of the candles surrounding you both.

Though late as it may have been, it was the best birthday the innocent human had. Smiling while he kissed your knuckles, he asked for your hand in marriage.

Never had you expected this...

"I Found the reason for my smile, the day I found you. Will you let me be the reason for your smile and marry me, my love?"

Mammon

As most had expected, he forgot your birthday due to witches or the modeling gig, he did not.

Instead he forgot about preparing your birthday gifts. His excitement had always gotten the best of him.

The Avatar of greed did not have enough budget to prepare the gift you dearly wished for, therefore multiple part-time jobs and skipping RAD became more often.

Despite the scolding, he didn't bother and worked on, just imagining the smile you'd make once you saw what he got you.

''I'll make Mc smile. Just one more hour extra and the budget would be*chef's kiss* '' he thought as his co-workers packed their belongings up.

It was late night and the moons shined brightly over the streets of devildom however he wasn't much worried because it was not like your birthday the next day. (it was)

Stretching his arms, he woke up around 1:35 pm due to his fucked up sleep schedule, only to be greeted by your excited figure cuddling him.

Grey-haired demon thought it was the Delirium before the day itself. He was wrong.

At first he acted totally oblivious to the fact any special day was just around the corner. He knew that surprises even more better!!

And then your great mammon ignored you for a while to rid of the risk of you following him to the destination.

Though his plan was to get your hopes down, he ended up making you cry. It hurts a lot especially when the love of your life forgets your birthday afterall you gave him everything he wanted on his.

The visit was successful. He even had extras left to treat you!!!

The was big achievement for someone who hated working to the slightest, to work for 3 weeks and multiple jobs!!!

But before he left, the seller mocked him about being a damned day late for this gift could have been sold at a better price if not booked.

That is when it all clicked and he panicked. Today was your birthday! Oh shit!!

He rushed home back to you. As he ran, he planned how to ask for your forgiveness.

" Oi Mc I'm sorry!--Oh hell no!!" "Mc I fucked I am sorry, please forgive afterall I'm your first man.--fuck this shit imma just play smooth."

Panting, he paused right before the door of your room and knocked lightly. Seeking your permission to enter.

You lazily opened the door for him, tired after shedding many tears for him.

Mammon instantly knew what to do. "Oi Mc I'm sorry for not wishing ya' a happy birthday earlier but I was busy buyin you somethin', here darlin' close your eyes."

Hearing his apology, you felt oddly happy and followed his request. Soon you felt a soft cold metal cling to your wrist. A bracelet, huh.?

"Open y'er eyes, human." On your wrist was bracelet that said 'His human' and another matching one was on his wrist which said 'Their stupid' . (Now isn't that adorable?)

"I was savin' up for this, so ya' better appreciate it. Hmph!" Giggling you yelled 'I love you' at him making him blush immediately.

However, when he spoke, he spoke genuinely and not in tsundere.

"Ya' make my life worth living. You bring smiles to my face, and y'er touch shows me how much you love me and care for me. Y'er my friend and my lover. Happy Birthday!"

Leviathan

With envy filled to the brim, Leviathan was very focused upon you and having your attention only for himself. To not let anyone snatch you away for they could better be than him, he'd make notes to treat you like royalty and improve his guilt-tripping habits.

Guilt, regret, shame. His heart screamed within the confines of his chest, as he rubbed your back assuring you that he still loved and will continue to do so.

It was his envy. It had always been his envy. Who always held him captive like a bird in a cage, he struggled to break free. He just couldn't.

The fault was his for if he hadn't given in to the jealousy named poison, you would be happily celebrating your birthday rather than crying in his embrace.

The fault was his for if he hadn't screamed at your friends who just came to congratulate you about getting in a relationship with the demon you very much loved and to wish you a birthday.

They left because of him. Not because he humiliated them but he forgot his own lover's birthday and called them a pathetic cheater, as they didn't feel like reminding of what the day was. They had left off with their friends, returning at HOL at night only to get yelled at.

Caring friends as they were, they tried convincing Mc to leave which his love refused. So, they left pitying the poor human.

No-matter how much Mc begged her companions to stay, they didn't.

Oh the suffering for His Normie, they ran upto him vulnerable-ly and started hitting him weakly, breaking down. Why was he? Why was he like this?! Why must he always leave you crying due to his envy?!

"Hey easy...calm down please, I'm sorry. I really am sorry, please forgive me and I promise I will make everything right. Please." "How..?" "Please trust me. My love." "Are you sure..?" "Yes...yes...I love you..."

Could you really trust his statement? You wondered. He could forget his word much like how he forgot your birthday.

The great admiral of hell's navy was true to his word, and successfully united you again with those who almost abandoned you or it seemed like--but no they were just disappointed. They were never going to do such a thing.

The meet went smoothly, and soon the the sun was setting casting shadows along with dying light, it was a dreamy sight for anyone.

Leviathan had known that he still had to make upto you properly and therefore, he took you to the cosmos of frodane.

Red, blue, yellow, any colour you could possibly think of was there, shining as brightly you were.

Taking in a shaky breath, the Avatar of envy gave you a bouquet, each flower consisting different scent which complimented the other.

The shimmer in your eyes gave you away and he gave you a sweetly addicting kiss while mumuring...

"I always cause some mess. It is never your fault. I’m sorry for making you feel unhappy. I cannot believe that I cause hurt to you. You are my only hope for my life. I promise you that I will do my best to make a better version of myself for you, my 3rd waifu~"

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And here we go... the pain and the suffering. Lol

Hope you like it and stay safe everyone. ♡♡♡

Have a good day!

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 127: Fake Dating

"It's just annoying," Draco continued as he and Harry packed up for the night. "Literally every single party or brunch, I am hounded about when I'll start dating someone." He slammed his desk drawer closed, "I'm a bloody auror! I haven't got time to date anyone," he groaned. "And now I have this party tonight and I just know-"

"I'll go with you," Harry offered.

He broke off and stared at the other man. "What?"

"Yeah," Harry said with a shrug, "I'll go and be your pretend boyfriend, it would be easy to fake that we're dating since we already know everything about each other."

"But," he started, tilting his head at the other man, "Then people will think we're dating."

"I thought that was the point?"

He stared at Harry, waiting for it to click. When no click was forthcoming he said "but then people would think you're dating me."

"Am I missing something here?"

He rolled his eyes, "I don't think you quite understand what dating me entails."

"Ah, need to be pampered, darling? Wined and dined? Roses on Tuesday and dinner on Friday nights? I could bring you coffee in the morning-"

"I- What?" Draco spluttered. "No! No. Merlin, that's not what I'm saying, although, yes if we're being honest I want to be absolutely doted upon," he added.

"Obviously."

"Wait," he said, shaking his head to clear it, "You're missing the fucking point."

(Read more below the cut)

"Sorry," Harry said, smirking at him and not looking sorry at all, "What's the point?"

"The point," Draco said, poking him in the chest, "Is that dating me is not a pleasant experience."

"Oh come on," Harry teased, "You're not that bad."

"I am a fucking delight," he replied, exasperated, "I am saying that the press will make your life hell."

"Ah," he said, nodding, "I have no idea what dealing with the press is like."

"The press has been kind to you for at least the past decade because of the whole saving the world nonsense," Draco replied as he opened the door and held it open for Harry.

"Except for the lurid months after I came out and all sorts of lies were spread about me," Harry replied wryly.

He shook his head and headed toward the floos, "Even those were mostly flattering," he added with a lewd glance.

Harry laughed, "Whatever. My point," he said, poking him in the shoulder, "is that I'm not afraid of the press." He bumped his shoulder against Draco's, "Come on. What have you got to lose?"

"Fine," he huffed but his stomach was silently doing back flips while his heart did a complicated tap routine in his chest. "Meet me at the Screaming Goblin at 7:00pm sharp." He stepped toward the floo and turned, "Don't dress like a homeless person," he added before stepping into the floo.

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Harry did not dress like a homeless person. In fact it was quite the opposite.

Harry looked fucking hot.

He was wearing tight dark-wash jeans and a lightweight jumper that hugged his body, making his strong, broad shoulders look even broader and his trim waist even narrowed. He'd done his hair, putting enough product in his curls to make them look artfully tousled and not a mess. And he'd arrived before Draco but instead of waiting, he'd gone in and bought Draco's friends a round and was sitting and yammering away at them.

As Draco approached, Harry turned his head and gave him a wide grin, "Hey, babe," he said, standing up and pulling out Draco's chair for him.

"Hi," he said weakly.

Harry pressed a kiss to his temple and a thrill shot through Draco's body as his brain went pleasantly fuzzy.

And thank Merlin for Harry because Draco hardly answered a question all night, hardly even heard a question all night because he was too busy focusing on the way it felt to have Harry's fingers trailing through the hair at the base of his skull. Harry talked and laughed with Draco's friends like they'd all been friends for ages as he sat with his arm resting on the back of Draco's chair.

When it was time to go, Harry helped Draco into his coat and bid all of the former Slytherins goodbye as he wrapped his arm through Draco's.

The bar wasn't far from Draco's but still Harry murmured, "Can I walk you?"

And Draco found himself charmed into saying yes.

Harry hummed, quiet now that all of Draco's friends were gone, but he still kept his arm looped through Draco's as they walked. When they arrived at Draco's front door Harry asked, "Everything alright?"

Draco's eyes snapped to his and he nodded, "I just can't believe how well they took to you."

He shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jeans and grinned up at Draco from the bottom step, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Well, I can be very charming, what can I say?"

"It's a little strange-" Draco started but Harry leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of Draco's mouth and every word that Draco knew disappeared.

"Don't overthink it," he said with a wink. Then he turned and started off down the sidewalk calling, "See you tomorrow," over his shoulder.

Draco was half way to bed before he realized that there was no one watching when Harry kissed him on his door step.

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They spent the next two weeks fake dating and it was the best dating experience Draco had ever had. Harry was sweet and doting, just like Draco had said he wanted and Draco enjoyed that thoroughly.

But what he hadn't expected enjoying as much as he did was being good to Harry in return. While Draco loved to be praised and brought little treats, Harry loved to be touched. He melted when Draco ran his fingers through his hair; when Draco held his hand, he got a huge dopey grin on his face that took hours to disappear; and even a casual touch, fingers trailing over the small of his back when Draco walked by, made his lips twitch up as he leaned into the touch.

Draco was quickly, and disconcertingly, becoming addicted to those smiles.

Smiles were in short supply that day, though. The case they'd worked had been tough. Harry was scowling at the folder splayed out in front of him, his jaw clenched as he filled in paperwork.

"Hey," Draco murmured as he slipped behind him and slowly rubbed Harry's shoulders.

Harry dropped his quill and leaned back into the touch, "Hey," he murmured, closing his eyes.

"Alright?" Draco asked.

He nodded, "I just hate the ones with kids."

"They're going to be alright, though," he said.

"Yeah," he agreed, "But it just brings up bad memories." He shook his head and covered Draco's hand with his own. "Want to get out of here?"

"What did you have in mind?" he asked as he combed his fingers through Harry's soft curls.

Harry tipped his head back to look up at Draco, "this is nice," he said softly. "Want to go back to mine and I'll make you dinner? Then I'll lay with my head on your lap and you can stroke my hair?" he asked wistfully and Draco's heart stuttered in his chest.

"That sounds an awful lot like dating."

"Yeah," Harry affirmed.

"But there's no one there-"

Harry pulled away, breaking Draco's contact with him, "You're right," he said, nodding as he stood up and started shoving files into his bag. "Forget it."

"Harry-"

"No, it's fine," he said, giving him a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "You're right. I'm just," he shrugged helplessly. "Forget it," he repeated as he grabbed his bag and headed to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said.

"But-" Draco started before realizing it was useless because Harry was gone. He packed up his things and headed home, this was what he should have been worried about; pretending to be dating had been a terrible idea.

When he got home he flooed Pansy and told her everything. "And now I don't know what to do," he finished, imaging Harry at home all alone make dinner.

"You're such an idiot," Pansy groaned.

"Excuse me?"

She rolled her eyes. "You do know that we all knew you thought it was fake, don't you."

"What?"

"We all knew. Potter told us that first night when we met up for drinks," she said.

He frowned, "Why? Why would he say that? And why haven't you said anything?"

"Because he asked us not to. He said he was really into you, or whatever," she said flippantly, "And that he thought he could win you over by showing you how great dating him could be. He begged us to play along."

He stared at her, mouth open, "He feels the same?" he breathed.

"Yeah," she said. "Obviously."

"I've got to go," he said, abruptly ending the call so he could floo to Harry's flat.

He stumbled out of the floo and immediately called for the other man, "Harry!" he shouted, heading toward the kitchen. "Harry!"

The other man's head appeared outside of the kitchen doorway, "Draco?" he asked as though he couldn't believe his ears.

Draco took one look at him and then closed the gap between them in three steps before wrapping his arms around him and kissing him.

Harry dropped whatever he'd been holding and it shattered at their feet but Draco didn't care because he was kissing Harry Potter and that was all that mattered at the moment. He poured his heart and soul into the kiss and Harry met him with the same.

"Me too," he gasped when he pulled back.

"What?" Harry asked, looking a bit dazed and Draco could hardly blame him.

"I'm into you too," he said. "Or whatever you said to Pansy that first night."

"I told them I was in love with you," he confessed. "You still want to own that?"

He nodded and threw himself at Harry again, kissing him and wrapping his arms tight around his neck.

The next time they parted Harry asked hopefully, "So, do you want to stay for dinner?"

"How about I stay forever?" he asked, grinning wide at the other man.

He nodded, "Even better."

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Day 126: Arranged Marriage | Day 128: Snake

[kuronanox]

Her troubles - Ukitake Jushiro

(Authors note: is it me? Am I the drama? LMAO Iykyk but this starts out a little angsty but I swear there is a happy ending, my bby deserves it)

(Your Name) was a troubled child, she was young and wild. She often got caught into fights that got her in big trouble. She was super insecure and like to act as if she was strong when everyday she lived with guilt.

"What are you looking at dumbass!" She yelled at one of the shinigami that was curious of this little girl that was in their barrack.

"(Your Name)!" Rukia yelled and smacked the back of her head before continuing to walk ahead. "Ow! Hey!! They were looking at me weird!" She defended rubbing her hair and pouting but obediently followed.

"Your brother must hated me to transfer me into your squad." (Your Name) grumbled, walking with her hands crossed and a bit hunched. "Where are we going anyways?" She rolled her eyes as she missed the presences of the sixth squad.

Rukia sighed and took (Your Name) hands before squeezing them. "Niisama sees a lot of potential in you but I think sometimes it gives him a headache so he thought sending you here to calm down a bit would help."

(Your Name) looked into Rukia eyes and looked down in defeat. "He's just trying to get rid of me. He threw me out like trash......I miss bullying Renji."

As they walked down the hall most of her new comrades stared in curiosity. It was weird but she was infamously known for being rude, loud and a bit troubled.

"I'm not a kid anymore Rukia."

"No, but you are quite younger than most."

She was curious to how Ukitake Taicho was as a person, apparently he was gentle and kind soul. That was to generic to her, she wanted someone with some spice that would give her life an adventure.

Rukia knocked on the door and it opened, the tall white haired man welcomed them with a large smile. "I'll see you (Your Name), try not to cause any trouble here." Rukia plead and walked off leaving her and Ukitake alone.

She kept a scowl on her face and took a seat. He was still smiling and arranging some papers on his desk. It was too quiet for her and he was taking his sweet time when she could be training right now.

(Your Name) tapped her foot very loudly trying to distract herself.

"(First and last name)." Ukitake finally speaks and took a seat, offering her a cup of tea.

"That would be me."

"I welcome you into our squad, I hope you find this place as home and make many friends. There are a few papers you need to sign since you are being transferred under my directory." His smooth voice says in ease as he looked into her eyes.

Her heart stopped beating for a few seconds, did the sixth squad really give up on her? When she finally found a home to call forever she was being moved to somewhere new like she was an orphan. Sighing she roughly grabbed the papers scribbling her name and slamming it on the desk. Before getting up and opening the door.

"I already hate it here." She said coldly to him and walked out.

"She's kinda a bitch."

"No I'm just trying to protect myself." She thought defending herself.

"She has no respect for anyone."

"But I care and don't want anyone to hate me." She screamed into her mind.

"No wonder Kuchiki Taicho dumped her onto our squad."

"Kuchiki Taicho would never, he wanted me to calm myself." She convinced herself.

(Your Name) heard people talk behind her back the whole time. When eating or practicing she was alone and no one dared to approached her. "I feel abandon again." She sadly thought to herself and left towards her room alone isolated from the others.

Ukitake found her a bit amusing, she was a grown women acting like a disobedient teenager, it made his days more interesting when he wasn't sick in bed.

Since she came off so stubborn and strong willed, Ukitake would have to deal with her when it came to training and everything else she caused problems too. Although he didn't mind, he never did.

She was cold to Ukitake, she hated how nice he was and how he was super patient even when she would cross the line and say stuff to hurt his feelings. She refuse to believe this was her captain.

The older man could see something was troubling (Your Name), there was a scowl everywhere she went and the only time she smiled is when she was doing mischievous things to other people.

He had got a report that (Your Name) was causing a rukus in one of the training rooms and needed to be restrained.

(Your Name) was furious how this low life shinigami dug a memory so far below she wanted to forget, a past she hid away. It hurt her heart to think of it and she admit it's the reason she was the way she was today.

"You're a monster! I remember when the village heard you murdered your father! And your mother went crazy and killed herself!" The shinigami yelled as they fought with their katana. The other members gasped in shock as (Your Name) clicked her teeth and jumped onto her follow squad member. She didn't want the others to think she was murderer when she was trying to defend herself.

"Take that back! You don't know Jack shit!" She screamed wrapping her hands around the neck of her opponent.

The shinigami was gasping for air as she used all her strength to choke all the air out of them. "Apologize and I'll let go." She said in a dark voice. Refusing to let the shinigami win, she held back on actually committing a crime.

The shinigami was tapping on the floor as she gripped harder gritting her teeth.

"(Your Name)!" Ukitake shouted and pulled her off the shinigami.

"Get off me old man!" She screamed and tried to escape his grip. "Everyone out the room now! Get this person to the medic now!" Ukitake ordered as they all scrambled out the room.

She grunted and tried to pull her arm away from his hard grip. "Let me go!" (Your Name) screamed angrily out of breath.

"(Your Name)." Ukitake says softly as she ignored him and looked away trying to pry away.

"(Your Name)!" He shouted to her as she looked up to him with fear and sadness, her eyes widening refusing to blink so she wouldn't drop a tear in front of him.

He finally let her go as she ran out the room. He watched her little figure run for her life and out of his sight. He knitted his brow and replayed what the other shinigami said about her past. He could see why she was a bit troubled because of how she grew up. There was something off about it though and he wanted to know.

"What pleasure do I owe you Ukitake Taicho?" Byakuya asks knowing why the older man came to visit.

"I'm sure everyone heard now." He said as Byakuya sighed, he knew (Your Name) enjoyed being in the sixth squad but she was tarnishing the reputation he worked so hard for. Even though it hurt to let go of (Your Name) who obediently listened to the nobleman and looked up to him. He had to let her go. He didn't know how to help her, or what troubled her.

"She had a tantrum again?" Byakuya asked curiously as Ukitake shook his head.

"Yes, but I actually came to ask about where she grew up."

Renji was sitting next to them with concern, the lieutenant missed (Your Name). She was rude but after warming up to the sixth squad they became close, it sadden him to see her leave. They would train together and pig out in dinner, he felt like he could act like a guy in front of her and she wouldn't be grossed out.

"I do not know, there's rumors going around saying shes a suspect of murder." Byakuya says and Renji looked down to his hands and clenched them.

"No." The lieutenant then says and looked to Ukitake.

"She didn't murder her father. She told me... the whole story.

Byakuya then looks to Renji as he gave his approval to tell the story.

He hesitated a bit and wonder if it was okay to share her personal information but the red head knew that (Your Name) was a bit angry at herself and that's why she caused so much trouble. Renji wanted to clear her name.

"They were a family of three. Mom, dad and her, of course they were poor and tried to make ends to survive. She told me her mother never loved her because it took the fathers attention away from the mom. One day her and the father were playing in the open field when a hollow came and tried to attack them. She told me her dad always carried a sword with him just in case. They were attacked and the father got a large wound to the abdomen and was losing blood really fast. She took the sword and fought the hollow but it escape before it could get injured. The mother found them. (Your Name) was holding the father in her arms crying with the sword next to her. She took a guess that her mother didn't believe her. The next few days after the incident her mother killed herself in their home and she had to escape the village and attended the academy."

Byakuya and Ukitake held their breath and felt a heavy sympathy to why she was so sour about everything. She had a rough up bringing of her mother not loving her and her father murder in front of her eyes. And the guilt of her mother taking her life.

Renji explained that (Your Name) was happy in the sixth squad and hated to be alone, abandon. He explained to his Captain that transferring her to a different squad really effected her because she felt this place as home and that she was homeless again.

Byakuya face was unreadable as Ukitake sighed and stood up to take his leave. "Thank you Abarai Fukutaicho. I'll be off Byakuya." He says.

"(Your Name) you are loved." Her father said as he laid in her arms with a smile as she gasped and tried to shake him awake. "No! Wake up! Wake up!" She screamed and held pressure on the wound.

A ruffle in the woods came to show her mom standing on the field with a shock expression. "Mom!" She yelled but her mother wasn't looking at her but at her dead husband laying on the ground.

"You killed him." She stutters with fear in her eyes. Her mom ran and pushed (Your Name) away wrapping her body around her husband.

"How could you do something so cruel! I knew it from the start! You wanted him all for yourself!"

(Your Name) shook her head and fell onto her knees. "No! No mom a hollow tried to-"

"Leave now! Or else I'll make sure you don't return!" Her mother said with malice in her voice before taking the sword and swinging it at her.

"Mom." (Your Name) called out as her voice broke. "Mom don't."

"Go away! You already caused enough damage!" She yelled thrusting the sword onto her daughter as she caught it with her hands. They were dripping with blood as she cried and ran away from the village.

(Your Name) gasped for air as she woke up during the night, her body was reacting from the past as tears slipped through her eyes. She coughed a bit and turned on her lights. The moon was still shining high.

"(Your Name)?" Ukitake calls out from behind her door. His voice was soft and forgiving.

"Come in." She says lightly and tucked herself into her bed again. The older man sat beside her as she looked up to the ceiling.

"You don't have to feel alone." He said slowly examining her face but, she laid emotionless. "I know it's not my place to say anything but I believe your story, (Your Name) you were just a kid, the past wounds will heal."

She turned her head to face Ukitake, there was a certain look she had on her face as she reached her hand out to his.

He hesitated to hold her small ones, he had never seen her be so gentle until tonight. Ukitake grasps her hand as she swiftly pulled him into bed and cradled herself in his arms as she hid her face from him.

He blushed slightly as it felt inappropriate and felt his body go tense. She was so fragile in his arms right now, it was a side she rarely showed anyone. It had been a long time since Ukitake had received such physical touch, he didn't know how to react.

He cleared his throat and relaxed a bit until he found a more comfortable position to hold (Your Name) in his arms.

"I also lost someone important from a hollow attack." He began quietly as she rubbed her face into his chest for comfort. "It was many years ago but I still remember it clear as day. I felt totally helpless that day."

"Taicho?" She says and looked up to him. "You don't have to tell me anything that is painful for you."

He gently smiled at her and laughed a bit, he really liked this soft side of her.

"I'm sorry for how cold I've been to you. I have abandonment issues." She admits shyly and looked away from his soft gaze.

"I've been alive for hundreds of years (Your Name) I know you don't really mean anything harmful towards other. Sometimes someone just needs a bit of reassurance and a another chance to be alive again."

She softly smiles and rest her head against his chest.

"Byakuya was going to let you enter his squad again... if you like. He felt bad for not being knowledge about your.... Um issues I should say." Ukitake continues saying as (Your Name) closed her eyes and laughed out loud, she felt relief and safe in his arms.

"I think I already found my home, right here, right now." She confessed to Ukitake without any shame even if she was going to get rejected from her own Captain.

The older man blushed furiously as she gave him a small kiss on his cheek.

After a few small exchanges she fell asleep without letting him go as he laid next to her comfortably.

[oro-e-diamanti]

Quiet Music: Scherzo (Chapter Six; Part One)

In collaboration with @bethanysnow

Dreams turn into reality on smokey breaths. Inner turmoil melts away with the touch from warm skin. Promises make the evening decisions go from complicated to deliciously easy.

Content | Fluff, slight smut warning, tw soft drugs (marijuana)

Pairing | fem!Reader x Damiano

Word Count | 4421

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***

Soft skin against his fingers. A hand running down his chest to his pants. Heavy breathing filling the room. The flesh underneath him felt warm and welcoming, hot to the touch and begging for more. Her perfume filled his senses as she pulled him close. Nails running down his back. Whispers of "amore mio, just like that", "keep going,” “cara mia, vita mia, please".

A “Dami, fuck” leaving her lips as his hand started gripping her thighs. Running between them, as she threw her head back, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling on it. Biting her neck. Coaxing more moans out of him, on a mission to make him lose his mind. She was heaven on earth. Supple breasts moving with every breath as he let his mouth descend on them, one at a time, desperate to consume all of her. Kissing every inch of her, exploring her until he knew about every curve, every ridge, every little spot of her body. He wanted to know all the secrets she ever had. Drawing noises out of her that he wanted to keep hearing for the rest of his life. Her hands on his shoulders, on his back, on his arse. Pulling him further into her. Letting his mouth wander lower, getting wrapped up between her legs. She looked at him with dark eyes, nodding, and he was ready to suffocate in between her thighs.

Wait, was he actually suffocating on her thighs?

Damiano woke up with a start, face pressed deeply into the pillow, restricting his breathing in a way that was much less sexy than the one in his dream. A circle of drool had escaped his mouth and dropped onto the pillow. Well, that's embarrassing, he thought to himself.

He was in the middle of pushing himself up and out of bed, highly aware of the situation in his boxers - only to be interrupted when a knock on the door startled him. Trying to wrap the sheet around him, suddenly overly self-conscious of his state, he hastened to the door, almost tripping several times on the way. When he finally unlocked and opened it, he just about let his head appear in the opening, awkwardly hiding between the door still. Y/n’s face was painted in confusion. He forgot how stunning she really was, his brain not even coming close to painting her image in his dreams.

“Yes, hi, good morning, I’m up! I’ll be down in an hour!” He was rushing to finish his sentence, not giving her a chance to reply before he let the door fall back into its lock. A deep breath out. Her face instilled in his mind like a photograph, unable to be separated from the extremely vivid dream he’d just had. He felt bad. He had essentially slammed the door in her face while wrapped up in a bedsheet. Not a very good impression considering he liked the woman behind the door. This was going to be such a long day.

***

“Why are you so awkward?” Victoria nudged Damiano as they had settled on a couch on the bus. He had been looking off since she had first seen him that morning, which was odd. Especially considering he was usually more of an early bird than the rest of them. “Sleep badly? Bad dreams? Good dreams? Or did you scare Y/n away again with another morning wood incident.”

Damiano’s face burned up as if suddenly ignited, making Victoria gasp.

“Oh my god, did you?!” She smacked his chest with her hand as she let out a gasp.

“I wasn’t even aware you knew about the first time,” Damiano mumbled, slumping down deeper into the seat. Crawling into the shirt he was wearing. Anything to get out of this conversation.

“Word travels fast on tour, you should know that by now,” she giggled, repositioning so she had her legs spread across his thighs. “So what happened?”

“I’m not going to talk about that with you,” he scoffed. Victoria’s grin only spread further, though. She was loving this side of Damiano more than she would like to admit - shy, awkward, unsure of himself. He was one of the best people she knew, an amazing frontman, a talented musician, a loyal friend. Yet with one little addition to the team he had turned into a quivering mess.

“You know I’m just going to ask Y/n what happened, right?”

“Yeah good luck with that, she didn’t even notice. At least I hope not.”

“Wait - so you hid your boner from her? I mean, at least you didn’t traumatise her again. What happened though, did you have some good times before the wake-up call?” She once again nudged him obnoxiously, loving how uncomfortable she was making him. “Did you have a wet dream? Did- Oh my god, you’re blushing, you did have a wet dream! Tell me everything! Was it hot? Did she go down on you or something? Did you see her tits?”

“Fuck off Victoria, I’m not telling you anything, now stop! It’s no like-”

“Hi! Attention, everyone! I know it's early and everyone is probably still asleep. But - announcements! That includes you Thomas,” Y/n said pulling the curtain of the guitarist’s bunk back so he could listen too.

Victoria noticed how their assistant didn’t seem spooked by Damiano’s presence at all - it seemed like he had been right after all. She hadn’t noticed a thing. If only those two would stop playing cat and mouse and finally do something, anything, she thought.

"Now, I know we're all excited about going to Amsterdam today, and I'm not looking at anyone in particular here," she explained as she shot a pointed look at Damiano that no one missed. "But I have one ground rule: no weed before the show. You got tomorrow off, so whatever you do after the performance tonight is none of my business. But god help you if I find you with a joint in hand any time before that."

She smiled, but Victoria had no doubts she would be deadly serious if it came to it. Y/n passed out a map of the local area, highlighting the Leidseplein in the middle of town, and in red circles were the venue, the hotel they were staying at, restaurants, and several coffeeshops, all within easy walking distance.

“Do with that what you like,” she concluded. ”As long as you do it after the show.”

***

The band had gotten to the venue straight after lunch, excitedly discussing some new covers they were thinking about playing that night. Soundcheck consisted of a number of conversations all at once, trying to figure out how to change the setlist. Damiano found himself participating less, instead, staring down at Y/n sitting in the audience. She was busy writing in her notebook, the seats next to her taken up by her bag, folders, and laptop. He knew she needed a break. They all worked extremely hard all the time, so it wasn't difficult to spot the signs of a fellow overworked person. He made it his own personal mission to get her to go out with them that night. Spend some time outside of work, see the city, anything that made her put her phone down.

As day turned to night, the concert loomed on the horizon. As soon as they hit the stage, it was clear it was going to be a good night. Amsterdam was the best kind of crazy. Going from Zitti e Buoni into Billie Eilish's Bury a Friend, the crowd went wild. Damiano noticed with amusement that Y/n was absentmindedly dancing along from her spot on the side of the stage as well. His attention had only been diverted towards her for a second, he was sure, but it was enough to suddenly feel something hit his head. Soft, red fabric.

"Was wondering when the first of those would come around," Damiano chuckled into the microphone in between songs, swinging the bra around a few times, before draping it across his mic stand.

Yet as much as the energy of the audience rubbed off on the band, all of them felt like collapsing after the show, feeling like they'd given it more than their all. A perfect chance to unwind for the night, in a way only Amsterdam really knew how. It was legal, after all.

***

“I am absolutely not getting high with you lot.”

Everyone was gathered in Y/n’s hotel room more or less uninvited. It seemed like they were dying to drag her along on what was supposed to be one of the best nights out on that tour. After getting ready, they had simply stormed in as soon as she had opened her hotel door. Now they were perched on her bed, her desk, and her armchair, trying to convince her.

“I gave you all a map to see where you could go. I, for one, would like to stay in my room, just me and my bed, and sleep till my alarm in the morning. That sounds like a brilliant time in my book.”

“Boring!” Thomas shouted, hurling a pillow from the bed at her that she quickly caught and threw back with much less force.

“If you come out with us, we’ll be ready before your wake-up call for the rest of the week!” Victoria tried to bribe.

“If you come out with us, we’ll have breakfast ready for you every day!” Y/n shot a look at Thomas, knowing fully well this was not going to happen. The idea alone made her laugh.

“If you come out with us, you can keep me company while the other three go crazy?” Ethan finally offered. She knew she was close to giving in, no matter how wrong it seemed to blur the lines between working relationship and friendship. She barely even agreed to drinks when she was on the job, and technically, she considered herself to be on the job 24/7. Yet these four had grown close to her heart so much more than anticipated.

Out of nowhere Damiano appeared next to her, slinging his arm around her shoulder. The way his fingertips brushed her neck as he did so left goosebumps. “Come on, darling, I promise I’ll take care of you.”

It turned out, that was all she had needed to hear.

***

The coffeeshop didn’t differ much from the usual pubs and bars; people stuffed in every corner, a low murmur of talk with the occasional loud laughter over the music playing in the background, tables full of glasses and bottles. Only the smoke lingering in the air, its distinct smell, and the relaxed atmosphere let on that it was a slightly different kind of place. Y/n made short work of weaseling through the crowd and securing a table at the far end of the place, just enough space to accommodate all of them, as the others went to order.

“Do you want one as well?” Damiano asked as soon as he had let himself fall onto the couch next to her, already preparing to roll a joint.

“I think I’m getting a second-hand high just sitting here. Maybe take a puff of one of yours, but I won't be able to finish one myself."

Damiano nodded, licking the inside of the blanks as he prepared his joint. Victoria came bouncing in like a tidal wave - her usual fashion - and crashing into the others already sitting down. As soon as Damiano was happy with his creation, she snatched it out of his hand, making short work of lighting it and taking a drag.

“Hey, that was mine!”

“Make another one,” she grinned, obnoxiously blowing the smoke into his face. Rolling his eyes, Damiano quickly prepared another one for himself, everyone now happy and content with their smokes, until only Y/n was left holding at a glass of water.

She preferred to observe the scene from her little advantage point in the corner like she so often did. The mellow music in the background was loud enough to underline the atmosphere but quiet enough to easily talk to everyone around you without having to shout. She liked this much better than loud bars in the evening. Most people were minding their own business, in small groups or pairs, some on their own. Victoria was quick to start chatting to a pair of girls sitting at the table next to them. She wasn’t going to lie - while not her usual spot, she didn’t exactly feel uncomfortable.

A hand appeared in front of her face, seemingly out of nowhere, and it took her a second to realise it was Damiano, trying to pass her his joint. She hesitated - still not convinced whether she should be smoking at all, but one look into his eyes only proved to her that she was weak to his suggestions. Parting her lips ever so slightly, she let him push the blunt between them, his fingertips grazing her. She took a drag, careful not to breathe in too much too quickly, before releasing the joint. Damiano pulled it back towards himself immediately, putting it back between his own lips, and she felt hypnotised. The moment came to an abrupt end when a cough took hold of her.

“Easy, easy,” Ethan soothed from the other side, his hand on her upper back. “Breathe.”

Everyone around the table seemed to be looking at her now, but she quickly got her composure back, holding up her hands in a gesture that was meant to signal she was fine.

“Fuck,” Y/n choked, taking a drink from her glass to wet her throat. “This is why I don’t smoke.”

“Wrong,” Thomas threw in. “This is because you don’t smoke!”

Y/n shook her head, giggling at the guitarist and the know-it-all look in his eyes.

“Up to try again?” Damiano whispered in her ear as the attention had finally ceased to be on her. She found herself staring into his eyes once again, a fluttery feeling erupting in her stomach at having him watch her so intently, at being able to capture his attention so easily.

The look on his face was enough to get her to try again. And again. And again.

She couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but for once, she genuinely didn’t care. The people around them had changed, old ones leaving, new ones arriving, but the music stayed the same. She wasn’t quite sure what the joke Thomas was telling them was about, but she found herself giggling along nonetheless. This was the best she had felt in forever.

Unaware of what she was doing, she leaned back, finding Damiano’s arms carefully wrapping around her, holding her softly. To her own surprise, she was sinking into him.

“Having fun?” He asked in a voice so low she barely heard it. A voice so soft it made her heart melt. She nodded, slightly twisting around in his embrace to look at him again. She couldn’t get enough of his face. She’d stay and study it for all of eternity if he let her.

"Have you ever seen brown zircon?” She suddenly asked out of nowhere. “It's a gemstone that looks like they made sparkly salted caramel bonbons from rock. They mine it in Tanzania, I think? Your eyes sparkle just like that." She grinned at the man beside her. "I can attest to that from this angle at least. It’s like the one scene in Aladdin! 'She's got these eyes, and this hair and…’ Ah oh god, what am I doing?" She couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous she was being. She found her face resting on his shoulder, completely content. His eyes never wavered from her face, listening closely to what she had to say.

Then Y/n watched her hand brush Damiano’s hair to the front, attempting to style it in a slightly different way. “Did you mean to look like Eren Yeager or was that some sort of subconscious coincidence? Not that it doesn’t look good, of course.”

“You watch Attack on Titan?” Dami looked down at her with surprise.

“No I don’t, but my friends do. So you learn the names of the people they yell at through the TV screen very quickly,” she laughed, remembering the way her friends would huddle in the living room, shouting at whatever the characters were doing wrong in their opinion.

“The more I get to know you, the more I’m convinced you’re my kinda woman, you know?” he mumbled, a smile grazing his lips. The more she looked at him, the more she felt her brain shutting off and her heart taking over. Or was it the high? She wasn’t interested in trying to differentiate.

Once again, he pushed the joint between her lips, holding the eye contact and it felt so much more intimate than it should have. It felt like her nerves were on fire. When he pulled his hand back again, she wanted to grab onto it, keep him in place, keep the moment.

I could stay in this forever, Y/n thought to herself.

"Also, I'm not religious by any means, but whatever God was responsible for creating you sure took their sweet time doing it…" The words spilled from her mouth before she realized she was talking, eyes flicking back and forth between his. "You know?"

She caught herself looking at his lips. A small blush grew on her face as she looked away. Staring out into the room, out at the people sitting next to them at other tables. Something distracting to take the rising heat off.

***

Damiano could feel his defenses wearing away. All ideas of staying away completely vanished into the smoke that lulled them in as he was holding her in his arms, her back leaning against his chest. He could feel her breathing, giggling at nothing at all, or maybe something Victoria had said but he hadn’t heard.

“If anyone’s been made by the angels, it’s you, amore,” he mumbled more to himself than anything, but she had heard him. Another chuckle running through her body. The atmosphere was fogging up his brain. He watched in amusement as he let a finger run up her arms, from her wrist to her upper arm where the fabric of her shirt began, and goosebumps appeared as if standing tall in a row. He tried it again on the other arm, getting the same result.

“What are you doing?”

She was turning around in his arms, just enough to look at him without removing herself from his embrace. He wondered if it was the dim light or if she was always this radiant. His hands travelled to the elastic that was holding her hair together and carefully removed it, eyes on her. Her hair fell around her face, framing it beautifully in its typically wild manner.

“I…” Her eyes seemed to twinkle as the light of the bar reflected back at him through them. “I don’t know.”

He looked away, suddenly insecure. What was he doing? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he couldn’t keep his hands off her, now less than ever. He wanted her. Wanted her all to himself. Wanted to keep holding her like this forever. There was no denying that.

“You’re sweet.”

Her voice took a second to get through to him, but as it did, he turned his head as if in slow motion. All he had wanted to do was look at her again, but that wasn’t what happened. Instead, her lips were on his.

***

All Y/n had done was lean forward to press a kiss against his cheek. Now their lips were meeting and she didn’t know how she had gotten there. She wanted to pull back - no, actually she didn’t. But she thought she should. Though the spirit was willin - to pull away, that was -, the flesh was weak. Delving deeper into his arms, she found herself kissing him like she meant it. Her hands found his chest, feeling the rising heat from his skin. Being closer to him than ever before was driving her crazy. His soft, warm lips against hers. Just the tiniest movements, as if he was afraid of breaking her. She let herself enjoy it. For a moment. That was all her brain allowed before switching back to the rational part. She pulled back in surprise.

She moved out of his embrace, stiffening at the contact. All of the twinkling lights of romance that had just appeared around them now popped as the kiss ended.

I just kissed my boss. I just fucking went and kissed Damiano! I am so, so fucked.

Yet, she couldn't deny that she wanted to kiss him again. And again, and again until they ran out of air to breathe. She looked back at him and the expression on his face said it all. His lids lowered, a small smile appearing on his face. Eyes twinkling in the soft light. He hadn’t wanted the kiss to end either. Either that or the weed was affecting him more than she had thought.

But as cold air started to seep in between them he blinked a couple of times, only now noticing that she had pulled away.

"Sorry - about that. I was trying to- I wasn't trying to kiss you. Well, I was - but not on the mouth. That would have been very forward of me. I would never. That's not me. I don't know how that happened - sorry." Y/n rambled on, unable to stop talking.

Damiano smirked, pecking her cheek. "Y/n, it's fine, you're fine. I turned my head and we kissed. It happens." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. As if this was some sort of common occurrence. As if she was panicking for nothing. Was she?

***

Damiano desperately tried to hide the turmoil inside of him. It happens?! Damiano, what the hell are you thinking! Not the right thing to say in this situation! Now it just looks like you’d kiss anyone, great. He looked down at his hands, fumbling with his rings. Trying to get his breathing back under control. He needed to be cool.

"I mean - not that I didn't enjoy it. You kiss good!"

You kiss good? What the? That wasn’t even English. He was well and truly losing his mind.

***

Y/n took a deep breath, sitting back in her seat, making sure not to be as close to Damiano as she had been before. Victoria and Thomas had migrated to get more drinks and Ethan was deeply entrenched in some conversation with a man next to him. Luckily the rest of the band hadn't seen what just happened. Grabbing her glass once more, the cold wet condensation gave a stark contrast to her warm skin.

The kiss still left a tingly feeling on her lips. Quickly looking at Damiano, she met his eyes. He had not looked away yet, it seemed. She watched as he bit his lip in contemplation. Whatever was playing on his mind, Y/n didn't know. His words left her believing he wasn’t quite as put together as he tried to pretend. He certainly wasn’t making much sense. Although, she wouldn’t dismiss his compliment of her kissing abilities. She wondered if he would think similarly if they did it again, or did more than that…

Her wandering thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a loud crash. The culprit was quickly spotted. The middle of the coffeeshop, which had been empty of people until then, now had Thomas lying on his front, surrounded by liquid and broken glass.

Y/n didn’t hesitate, jumping up to offer her aid. The worry only lasted for a second though, until Thomas turned on his back, giggling maniacally. She barely managed to kick some shards out of the way before he could roll onto them.

She let out a deep sigh at the state of the guitarist, before quickly apologizing to the people at the bar.

“Everyone help me grab Thomas, I think this is our sign to call it a night.”

***

Y/n thought she’d have an easy time going to sleep. The effects of the joint were lingering, plus, the day had just been plain exhausting. Yet, as her head hit the pillow, she felt restless. Her mind kept circling around Damiano. The way he had looked at her. The way he had looked in general. She had seen him basically naked at this point, but she still thought about how it would be different up close and personal. She wished she had been able to read his eyes more. Had he been thinking about the same things she had? Had he wanted to kiss her again and again, get lost in that bubbling excitement of finally being close, finally let his hands wander to new places? She wanted to pull his hair. See what kind of sound would leave his mouth when doing so.

She wanted his hands and his lips, all of him really, badly. She wanted to know what he felt like when he really kissed her. What his fingers would be able to do to her. Biting and moaning. She desperately needed some release, wishing it would come from him, but knowing there was no chance, at least not tonight. Her hand wandered between her legs as she let her mind run wild. Imagining it was him instead, letting his fingers run along the inside of her thighs, exploring every inch of her. How he would treat her just right, hit all the right spots, do so much better than her own fingers ever could. The words he’d whisper in her ear, seducing her with his mother tongue, breath fanning her skin. How he would kiss her senseless. Feeling the rhythm of their bodies take over. Watch his tattoos start to glisten with a sheen of sweat from what they would be doing.

She found her release almost embarrassingly quickly, burying her face in her pillow. Her body felt more at ease, although her heart was still craving something more. She had almost calmed down, getting her breathing back under control. In a moment of clarity, she checked her phone to see when she had to wake up the next day, when the sound of a moan caught her attention. One that definitely wasn’t her own, but seemed to come from the room next door.

Damiano’s room.

[nctmania]

Office Sex

This is pure filth.💦 Read at your own risk. ;)

Frustration and madness traveled down your spine. Even though you had thought that you won’t occur a word, you were still here, standing in front of him with clenched fists as you now finally broke the deadly silence.

“If you’re so damn busy then why not just let me do it myself! You don’t want me, do you?” You screamed at the confused man who was sitting behind the wooden office desk. After giving him one final angered look, you turned around and made your way to the office door, opening it.

“Y/n, come back here,” Jaehyun spoke in a low voice, showing how desperate and pissed off he was.

“Sure!” You said as you got out of the room, slamming the door shut with a loud thump. That is probably going to turn things even worse. But you didn’t care. It was enough. You had almost been begging Jaehyun to fuck you today but all he talked about was work. You were horny. And frustrated. With work, with everything, the new project. You have been working for hours for days now and all you needed was a little break. Was it too much to ask?

“If he thinks he doesn’t need me the way I need him then it’s okay. I don’t care anymore.” You walked towards your office to get some work done. You needed to take your mind off the need you felt between your legs. Anyhow.

As you were about to sit down on the chair, you heard the door open, footsteps entering the room. “Yes?” You spoke in a frustrated voice.

“It’s me.” It was Jaehyun. His voice was soft, calming you down a little.

“I need to work, Jae! What is it?”

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I wasn’t being considerate.” His expression made it clear that his apology was genuine.

“That’s it? If you’re done, you can go. I’m fine.”

“No, I am not done yet.”

He walked towards you slowly, his breathing loud in the air. You could hear it so clearly, as your heart thumped inside your chest. Your gaze was fixed upon his. The way he looked at you with need and want. And oh, the way his delicious scent was working its wonders on your brain. And your core. You just needed him to satisfy your ache.

As soon as he reached you, who was standing in front of the desk, his hands found their place to your waist. You felt his thumb stroking circles around your curve. The material of your clothes seductively traveling around that area. His stronghold lifted you by your waist as he made you sit on the desk. A moan left your lips as you felt the cold surface beneath your ass.

Breathing in harshly at your moan his hands traveled down your thighs so slowly that it was almost painful. “Jae, please.” You pleaded with him to fuck you, to stretch you. You wanted his pretty, pink cock inside you, pumping mercilessly.

“Open your legs, baby.” He could make you come just by that deep voice. You opened your legs wide as he stood in between them. He was looking at your eyes this whole time, staring deep. Like fucking you with them. You bit your bottom lip catching his attention. His eyes now traveled down to your lip. Pulling your legs, making you press closer to him, aggressively. He started kissing you. A deep, passionate kiss. You sucked at his plump lips as he sucked at your tongue, making you moan. Without breaking the kiss, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his huge cock. “Just for you, baby.” He said in a breathy moan.

“Mmh. Just for me.” You pushed your panty down letting it fall to the heel of your left leg.

“Is this what you wanted?” He said in a teasing voice.

As you opened your mouth, just about to respond, he thrusted his whole length inside your dripping cunt. Slamming it all the way in, spreading your needy walls.

“Ahhh! Jae!” You threw your head back as your pussy tried adjusting to his length. He was stretching you completely. He was so thick inside you.

“Yeah? You like that?” He looked at you intently, seeing you in pleasure because of him.

He started pumping into you harshly. Wet sloppy sounds, along with your moans, filled the air. You felt delightful. “Jae, harder. Fuck me harder.”

“Agh!” He growled near your ear as fucked you harder. “You like my cock fucking you like that? You like spreading your legs like this to me, baby?”

“Ah! Y-yes, Jae.” You screamed his name louder as he left bites down your neck, making you scratch at his still clothed back.

“Ah, Kitten!” You heard him say as he picked you up and walked towards the door. He pushed you against it and started moving again. This position made you feel so vulnerable. And you could also feel him hit deeper, your ass banging against the door.

“J-jae, I’m so c..close.” You whimpered, making him want to pleasure you more. So he ripped your shirt open and started sucking at your boobs.

“Then. Come. Come on my dick, all around it.”

You closed your eyes as you felt him stroking you like crazy. You loved being filled by his cock like that. You were complete. The intense pleasure that he was giving you made it hard for you to delay your orgasm as you came all around him. Coating his hard cock with your juices. You came hard, body shaking. He was still going on, chasing his high, overstimulating your pussy.

“Ah fuck, Jae! I-I… N-Noo!!” You squirted all around the place, coming again. Jaehyun was now grunting like an animal, reaching deeper to shoot up his juices right into your tight hole. You felt his body shake as his thrusts got sloppier. He came with a throaty, loud moan. Cum started dripping from your pussy as he filled you with his seed.

“Aaah! Y/n. I can’t stop.”