#you can definetely see where he's going to come back too for Cry for Blood

[havendance]

Also, was anyone going to tell me that Greg Rucka wrote a Huntress & Question teamup in Batman Chronicles #15, or was I just supposed to discover I'd missed that myself when looking for the cannibal huntress story?

[thebottomfromhell]

I was doing the role reversal request and this popped into my head...how about some sex with the human Higher Moons being dominated by their demonic partners? Brutal and rough sex to the point where they pass out because their s/o just don't seem to understand that humans have a limit to endurance, multiple orgasms in a row and being treated like sex dolls that leave them drooling and crying while being fucked in the most diverse positions.

I know I delayed this one on purpose, I try to not send too many things requested, that's on me. I try to get the mosts requests I can the fastest as possible, and I write more than one at the same time most of the time, so I find it the most productive, even if that doesn't make sense since I will be getting everything out anyway but still.

I liked this promt, to see the Uppermoons as a broken mess while the demon partner is fucking still going on and on and on with unlimited endurance and stamina 😳😩😫. Overstimulating is a chef kiss kink, change my mind (you can't).

The other post should give a bit more of context of how I view the characters in Role Reversal AU. Here is the link, it's also on the masterlist. I hope you like this.

Role Reversal Uppermoons being railed to Oblivión by Male Demon Reader

Warnings: Sexual content, Dub-con/non-con (starts always as consented, but reader genuinely doesn't know when to stop), Implied past rape (nothing to do with reader), Implied prostutution, Implied underage sex, Marathon sex, Praise kink, Blood kink, Body worship, Overstimulation, Somnophilia (in some reader continues even after character passed out), Rough sex, S&M, Oral sex, Mentioned switching, Belly inflation and Pecattiphilia.

Gyutaro:

You are not his first. He comes from a prostitution district, how would you be his first? It's his first time with someone who actually cares, though. It was... not ideal, to say at least, so he never had no expectations in what you wanted. He figured it would be for the best to just let you take whatever you want. Specially since... he did want it, you... but all his previous experiences did not help to what he wanted to have with you. You, who cares about him and his sister and would not want to hurt him, so besides trusting himself to you, he didn't know what to do. Viewing it back, maybe he should have settled some boundaries first instead of waiting to the last minutes to stop something he was no longer able to.

"Neah-ne-NEH S-s- URGH!" He can barely speak anymore, the idea of saying something you could understand is definetely out of the window. Completely out of the window. Gyutaro can't breath, feeling every thrust into his gueverytime yo slide in, making it hard to properly inhale without choking in his own saliva, as he can't swallow. At first he could handle it, you were not worse to him than other... "lovers", you made sure he was feeling good from the start. He is still lost on the initial kises as you exposed his skin, skin that smelled deadly, toxic, like wysteria, to the point you didn't dare to bite, but it didn't stop you from carresing and kissing the black marks. "Shhh~ I'll take care of you." you said with yout hot breath against his pulse.

You made sure to lube him, to jerk him off as you prepared his hole for the bigger intrusion with your finger, slowly and gently, only to loose control the secon the tight heat clenched around you hard and pulsatin cock. You couldn't help yourself, you started slaming into him, having to constantly remind you that being too violent could break him... also forgetting that too much sex could too. Your mind is also in a frenzy, the salpping wet sounds at first were joined with groans and moans, each time sounding more like whines in your ear, uneven and deliciously broken with the contact of the hot, blushed and sweaty skin. And so you kept going again, and again, and again- "Y-URGH~! Y/~! PLE~ARGHSH! NE-NEAHH! CA-CN'T UGHN!" his face is red, just like his eye that, having one close and the other as open that it bulges, pupils dilatated lost on the upper eyelid, mouth open with trails of saliva falling off with tears.

You have him under you, bend over almost in half as you have one of his knees over your shoulder and the other besides your waist, spreading him in a way that lets you see the base of your erection appear and disappear in every thrust, and after several time cumming, both inside and outside him, there are stains of both of yours and his seed in your torsos, with Gyutaro's belly bulging slightly as you thrust. "So- urgh~ fucking cute..." He can't hear you, he can't see you, there is only an interrupted beeting, unclear colors, a stincky smell of male sex, dizzying bounces in a constant static of pleasure and soreness. He can't move besides spasming everytime his nerves regain sensibility. How long have you been like this? He already lost count of how many times he came, but now balls empty, cumming dry, it's even harder to tell. Hours? Days? Weeks? It feels like years, like if his body grew into an overheated, overfilled figure of heavy and strectched limbs. "Nn-hah-hahACK!... NN~AHHH~ MMNRGH!"

"That's it... ohhh, keep making those cute sounds." Part of him becomes scared that you will never stop, you could never stop, you have the endourance and stamina for that. You could just keep cumming inside him, part of him is already settling to the idea as he begins to sob. It's too much and you can barely notice him when his insides are sloppy and pulsating hard, heart beats fast and he can't return a last kiss that allows you to explore his flooded mouth, tonge avoiding yours, giving you the oportunity lo lick the flesh inside to the throat. Thankfully, you stopped. "Are you ok?" ... Gyutaro would not have answereded that even if he could, and he can't. Only managing to whine as you take you cock out.

He whimpers for almost an hour after and the first thing he says when he can speak again "I-I-I-Iahh.... fuckiiing hate-hate yahh, ne...." You got carried away, and Gyutaro is holding you accountable for it. You better prey Daki doesn't find out about any of this.

Gyokko:

Gyokko? A virgin? HAH! As if! Have you seen him? Of course he is not a virgin, he had sex with plenty of people, both men and women lined up for his attention... before getting to know him, but one night stands would never be missed. Even at those times he was not into... safety. He never cared for safewords or any boundary, he could stablish them for himself on the run and didn't need to depend on other's will for him to make sure things are how he likes them. Maybe he should have understood that, with uou being a demon, he would need to stablish some more safety measures. It was exciting for both, the fact that both of hou thought you could get away with anything, even if it meant hurting the other side. You are ok with the needles in your body, even if the wysteria hurts, it doesn't stop you. And it doesn't stop him. "Mnngh~ it's that all you got?" Gyokko asks cocky at first as you lick his body, tasting the salty taste with every little bite, marks annoying Gyokko but nothing enought to make you stop (he will need to find the way to hide them later). You only smirk back to him, taking it as a challenge, so you move to bite his leg, the iiner thigh, so hard that he bleeds, you take a bit of the liquid in your mouth only to drop it into his hole as you spread his ass, using it to lube the rim as you also use your tongue. "Ahh! Why, you want to top? I guess I can let you this time." You both take it fast as you finger him just enough to avoid pain as he grabs the back of your head, pulling and moving it to the point your neck is uncomfortable, laughing at any groan that shows it. Once you had enough you pull away and grab his wrists on his back to take him from behind.

You line your cock into his hole, groaning at the sensation, feeling the thrill as he fights your grip, moaning loud when he feels the tip pushing inside, and once that little, curved part is fully in after gentle and soft push, you suddenly slam the rest of it to the base. Gyokko screams while you growl into his nape, letting his hands hos as he uses them to get himself stable. "Fuck, you're so tight." Is the only thing you can say, the only thing in your mind as you start moving your hips back and forward as you inhale the Hashira's scent. It smells like sea, coins and blood, besides the ingredients he uses for his pots. "Urgh~ shit!shit!shit! Aren't- oooohh~ you a demon? Argh~ do it better..." But you can, andproves later as you keep thrusting into him. Gyokko enjoyed his first orgasm, even as you kept going through it, the seconds one left him having spasming and a bit sensitive, but nothing he couldn't like. It was after the third orgasm, efter you already came, when he realized the danger he was in.

"He-he-hey-urgn! Wa-wai-wait!" He turned part of his body around to push your face away from the back of your shoulder, basically stabbing one of your eyes with his thumb. You back off a bit, but don't pull out, giving Gyokko some seconds to take a breath as your eye heals. "What? You can't take it anymore? "Aren'r you a Hashira"?" You mock him. in the last part, making a pain pop out in the human's face as he turns around as he sits on your lap, gravity and position letting the tip of your cock find an untouched group of nerves that make the trembles and clenching react in the human's body. "Who do you think you are talking to?" He starts thrusting himself into you, bouncing up and down, letting you see the tired eyes fighting to stay open and every tremble in the sweaty and brusied (because of the bites and some hard grips) body. You grab his hips and move him yourself, slapping sounds coming out as Gyokko whimpers.

None of you have any idea how much time it passed as you started cumming again as you get fucking him, erection still feeling the tight and hot clench around it's lenght no matter how much you fuck the rim open. Gyokko doesn't even speak or scream anymore, barely bieng able to make a sound as he feels like your dick reaches too far into his body, it didn't feel like this before. He swears he feels as if your seed arrived to his nose, as the knots with the smell of sex don't let him breath properly, and the saliva in his mouth make the tongue feel heavy and restricted, making his breathing very aggresive as tears ruin his usual make up. "Fuck, argh~ you look so cute." Gyokko feels as if he is going to die, his body fully leaning into yours as he can't support his own weight. You can feel the cum slide through his the hole everytime you pull out, going down to your own ass, wetness making a messy sensation. It's somehow comfortable, having all that makes sex on top of you and being able to handdle it to your liking.

You feel satiated after a few hours, having loosing count of how many times you came, also the amount of times Gyokko came is not minor, you can feel the sticky white liquied in between both of your torsos as his head lies in your shoulder, where you can feel the hot drool and tears. "Was that good enough for you?" You tease, not recieving a response at all. "Gyokko?" Nothing, you move a little bit to see him with blank eyes, tears not even forming anymore but his face still ruined with black, purple and green stains.... This is your fault. The second he gets better he goes to the clean himself, trippling to the grown every few steps but threatening you every few steps away. Once he came back, hair and make-up done, he basically spits to you "You are NOT topping again!"

Hantengu:

Sometimes he wants to forget everything, to forget about his problems, his past, his job, or whatever else. He doesn't trust anyone to that, you are his best bet. Until now he has only had small relationships with women, some courting and some one night stands, but nothing with a man, even if he had some attention once or twice from his same gender. He didn't know what to expect when you started to strip him while kissing and nibbling, leaving marks in a tense and trembling body, already starting to sweat and react to the touch. He is simply too cute, you rub yourself into Hantengu, making him squeak a little. He is letting you take control, he doesn't know how to do it with a man, so he would rather just... lie back. "Eeck! Wha-wait! It's dirty there!" He says as you beging to smell under his balls into his crack, making you laugh a bit over his red face, shoulders and ears.

You don't seem to care about that as you keep using your tongue on that place, tasting the skin and teasing the rim before using the wet organ to stre the hole. You are slow with Hantengu, understanding that he is sensitive, a bit fragile, even, so he nees a bit of stability to be provided. "Y-Y-Y/N... please..." You make sure to finger him properly, to kiss and suck his skin, leaving small purple marks on it. You make sure to also carress his body, for him to be able to feel you near and feel safe. As you do that he already begins to form tears in his eyes with red cheeks and ears, you wonder how someone like this managed to become a Hashira, but he did manage. "Shhh, it's ok. I will take care of you, I'll make you cum so hard you will only be able feel your orgasms. Mnn? Would you like that?" He sobs a littles as he feels the words against his body as you keep his lips less than a breath away from him.

He covers his face with his wrists, not daring to see you as you keep touching his body, you can his heartbeat speed up as you keep adding fingers until e can take the third one. By that moment your erection is already stiff and gaining color, becoming uncomfortable because of the lack of attention. "I want to fuck you already, fuck... can I?" You basically growl into his ear, making Hantengu whince and tremble as he looks away before nodding slightly. You position him facing the side, one leg under you and the other over your knee as you spread the buttcheeks to see the twitching hole before pushing in slowly, feeling soften up and wet inner walls tight up around your lenght. Hantengu starts to whimper the second he feels the intrusion against his rim. "Ahh... mangh... ! Y-Y/N!" And once you put it in... there is no turning back.

You see Hantengu's face from this angle, already crying while he holds one of arms, you can feel the heat of the blushed skin, the scent of his flesh. You start as slow as you can, feeling the need to dig in, to take, to consume against a prey. You can control most of it, but still, a part of you feels numb, or at least overpowered by the sensations. "Y-Y-ARGH! PLE-PLEASHE! URGH! CAN-CAN'T!" He was already messy by the first time he came, the second was a nightmare, it left him oversensitive and you just didn't stop. Every thrust he could feel too hot, having to pant and whine, slowly the heat and the movement making him tired, unable to do more. Also, the sweat adds a sense of coldness that makes it's body try to get smaller in itself, contrasted to the heat, it's overwhealming. The tears make his vision blur and the environment makes it hard to breath, he swears he is going to faint. Don'tfaintdon'tfaintdon'-

There is still movement, it's the fisrt thing he identifies after a while, back and forward. It's still hot and cold at the same time, wetness being uncomfortable but the stimulation being addicting, unable for him to stop, and not like he could do anything about it. There is a feeling of fullness and by the time he slowly remembers what was going on he them just assumes you changed the position so you got deeper. He can feel his hole being a bit more loose, barely feeling your cock as he sobs and whimpers. He just woke up but he is still tired, his throat hurts and he doesn't have any tears left to shed, e definetely needs to drink some water but you won't stop. "....y-y-y/...." he can't, he cant speak, even as you speed up the thrust. You think this one is the real one, this one will satiate you.

Hantengu was so sensitive he came a little after you last orgasm, arching his whole back and neck as his tongue scapes his mouth, drooling over his jaw and neck. After that you lie besides him and start kissing him, cock still inside, warmed up by the filled with seed insides, sloppy ass letting most of it slip out even with your dick plugging it. You kiss Hantengu's ear, did you even notice he passed out? "Do you want to stay like this?" The human can only star falling asleep again after nodding slightly, he also doesn't want you to pull apart now that his body is finally relaxing. He will be fine, just... five more minutes... (after he sends you for some water, then he goes to sleep again)

Sekido:

Sekido doesn't like your hunger, your craving, it gets him anxious, and that irritates him. But there is also the feact that you really can't control it, as a part of him reasons that is better having you lusting over him than preying on others with gluttony. Specially if he feels those others could be one of his brothers. "Would you hurry up?!" Also, with his life style? He is afraid to die without having this with anyone, to die without having experienced the pleasure of having someone needing him, wanting him, and taking him. He trusts you enough for it to be you, you are the one he trusts the most besides his brothers and the Urami guy, but still. "I don't want to stay fooling around all night. If you are not going to fuck me then fuck off." He has never being patient.

He doesn't give two shits if it's dry or not, you offer to use your own blood as lube, but Sekido fears that if his inner flesh tears then your blood would transform him. Because you insisted in using something, you are using his blood, biting his shoulder and taking the red liquid mixed with your saliva. You insert your first finger with a bit of resistance, making Sekido growl, your ear in his nape when you do. You keep fingering him, inserting digits with one hand while spreading the cheeks with the other, being able to thee the rim twitch when you touch a sensitive part. He also smells delicious, his blood making you drool with appetite you try to satiate by liking his skin, making Sekido tense. "You taste so nice." You can see the blussh in his shoulder, ears and nape, being a good company to the trembles. "Just put it in."

You obey him, opening the passage with your fingers digging into his flesh, you procede to line your tipe into the hole, preassure making Sekido growl instinctly, sound turning into a groan for every inch you pushed inside slowly. There are bit of grunts in protests but he doesn't dare to tell you to go faster, as he is giving you the back, more comfotable in this position, he doesn't know if he can trust your stenght or that you won't snap and try to hurt him. He still has his staff at reach, thunder breathing, even without a weapon, should be enough to scape your grasp and take it into his hands. "Relax a little." He trembles as he feels you licking his spina before you star moving in and out, spreading his buttlocks again to be able to see your erection appear and disappear for every thrust you make inside the tight cavity, slap sounds for every move. "Urg- can't you go any faster?!" You can, and you do.

Sekido wants to forget everything for a while, he gets to do so, losing himself in your thrusts as you hit his inner walls, only focusing on the pulse both have and the movement the impact causes, he can only hear that sound as he bites his lips, besides sometimes paying attention to the groans and growls you release as you lick, bite and suck his back, probably leaving marks but not feeling any killing intent. It was good, it was a break, until he came. Then he became a bit more sensitive, trembles getting more violent and needing more effort to breath, but you didn't stop, and he would not have let you either. "Argh! Ahhgh! Shi-" He would not have let you take care of him that way, to just stay together while he calms down, he has no idea if you knew but didn't care, he has more stressed over the fact that he couldn't shut down groans and moans with his mouth fully open for him to be able to breath.

With the time the fast movements started to make him feel a little dizzy as the effort and heat blurred his vision with tears, he could feel knots forming in his nose and it was becoming hard to swallow the saliva accumulating in his mouth. "Fu- ARGH! SHI-SHI-SHT!" How much time have you been like this, he can feel his limbs becoming sore and the wetness being cold against his flesh and skin, you have already arogasmed. Why are you not satiated? It only takes some time for his arms to give in, making his face flat against the surface. Seeing this, you turn him around without pulling out, Sekido can tell that he is handdled, but can only stare and frown as to the colors of your figures while you keep moving in and out. You kiss his lips, he doesn't reciprocate the gesture, to tire as he just lets you fuck him. "Let me take care of you."

(He stabs you with the staff the second he gets better after it and leaves without saying a word, using the wapon to not fall.)

Karaku:

Karaku didn't know what to expect from having sex with a flesh eating demon, you are his first in that sense. Sex with men, already did, sex with older people too, both people more and less experienced, he had a bit of everything, at least he will with you on the list. Part of him is afraid he read wrong the signals, that you don't want to fuck him but to eat him, so he unconciously trembles against your soft touch. "Shhhh~ relax. Let me take care of you." You whisper against his nakes chest, licking one nipple and squeezing the other. "I will relax once it feels good, but I really need the info, so..." he says before kneeling and sucking your half hard cock into his throat, making you groan of pleasure as you start thrusting in and out of his mouth, no gag reflex stopping you from slam into the wet and soft cavity.

It's Karaku the one that decides the has enought of taking it up on his throat, taking your now salivated fully erected dick out of his mouth, sticking his tongue out while he does before smiling at you. "Let me take care of you first~." He knew what he was coming for, so he prepared himself already, just in case. Still, he needs to ask, but keeping s mall smirk he rubs your erection with one hand and positons it against his cheek. "So... you top or bottom?" He is ok with whate justs nevereds to make sure to leave the inn room before sunrise and satisfy you to the point of talking. He starts sucking the tip of your cock against his lips, using his tongue to tease. "Top." You answer as he starts pull off the pants of the uniform, keeping the jacked and shirt but opening all the buttons. Once he finishes he grabs your waits to force you to sit in the edge of the bed, climbing up your lap as he lines up with your sex. "So... we already know the location and number of victims. What can you add?"

He rubs teasingly his crotch and ass with your erectiong, smiling as he doesn't let you grab him, using his own pace to pent you up to the point of talking. "Names, ranks, abilities, preferences. I'm good with anything, handsome~. But I won't let you get this hard and tasty cock inside any other of my holes if you don't tell me something useful." And yo do tell him, everything there is to know, not caring if it could count as some sort of treason. The slayer smiles before suddenly grabbing your dick to line it up with his entrance. "Good boy~. I'll let you stablish the pace-ARGH!" He screams, mostly out of surprise as you move your scrotch up, making you both groan. Karaku grabs tightly your sholuders as the feels the intrusion hit his insides, face blushing and panting as the soften up, still lubed and clenching hole embraces you in, you keep moving, liking the sensation of flesh hitting each other with the wait noises. "Fu-fuck! You feel so good..."

He is not against rough treatment, he actually enjoys it quite a lot, so Karaku doesn't think much of it. He has good stamina, so he keeps up with it for a while, even when the tiredness and soreness of his legs as he also buences up and down make it noticeable that you last more than most humans, and the second he came... It's been years since he was the first one to have an orgams against his partner, when he was younger and didn't have a much experience. He arches his back as you keep thrusting in and our, moving his body, he guesses you should cum soon so he didn't say anything, just kept going with his limbs trembling, blusing hard and panting. He closes his eyes and decide to stop trying, just wrap his arms around your neck, he can't keep up with the intensity. Then you actually cum but... you are not stopping at all. It's still the same movements and same intensity but... hotter and wet, Karaku can feel his nerves reacting to different stimulations. "NGHAH!" His voice is higher than susual, he tries to cover it, only to feel a bit dizzy when he moves to do so. "AHH! MNGH!" he suddenly starts crying as he tries to stay stll, every thrust making it harder to breath.

His insides clench and pulsate against your cock, balancing itself between sloppy when you bounce in and tight when you bounce out, hot also affecting you, making you pant, letting you inhale the scent of his neck, feeling the pulse in it and the short breaths, you take a bite that makes Karaku whine in your ear. His body is hot against yours, you start to grope the muscles and flesh as some spasms appear. The curtains are close, but you can still feel that the sun is about to rise after several loads of cum filles both of your torsos and the slayer's insides. He can only shed tears from his eyes, sticking his tongue out as his mouth flooded with saliva, falling from the organ to your shoulders. You can basically feel that karaku is starting to have his orgasms dry as he arches his back violently, almost falling to the floor if you were not the one holding him, but nothing came out his dick. "ST-STA-ARGH! Y-Y/N!" You also cum one last time.

After that it takes some moments to Karaku to calm down, still sentistive and looking tired he stands up, his legs still trembling as he uses some priece of cloth to wipe your seed out of his ass, not red and spasmong, making Karaku tremble everytime he touches it. He sobs a little before talking with a dry throat. "I think I need you to remind me the intel before I go home...." Just. The. Intel.

Urogi:

Urogi never smells fresh, he always of like earth, plants and sweat, at least he always smells like that by the time you find each other. It's ok for you, you like that scent, it remids you to the wildness. Sometimes you think Urogi's smell should let you confuse him for a demon, the adrenaline and lack of human products should have that effect, if it was not because his own smell screams "tasty". It's a human scent, the one of prey, except this one is more powerful. "Such a good boy~ you are being so good right now. Let me reward you." He giggles under the positive attention as he feels your teeth in your neck, he really just needs to feel cherished. To do something that will bring him joy, a sense of freedom. "Please..." He asks softly, nicely, and you give in.

You make sure to carress his back softly, since it seems to be a sensitive spot for him, liking the touch, the sentation ofbeing hold, leaning towards your hands. You make sure that he is ready, but you will have to be gentle, considering you only used your salive as you fingered him, but it seemed Urogi prefered it this way. He also started to lick and nibble you as he wrapped his arms, cratching your back. He seems to be enjoying it, as animalistic as it turns. The same way you have to hold yourself back in order to not hurt him, he also seems to be constantly reminding himself of how dangerous can be that he takes a bite of your flesh and blood, what he will become. "I'll put it in now." You say as you hold each other, whispering against his skin. As you rub yourself into him before you line up, Urogi scratching your back the second he feels the tip of your cock intruding his hole. "Yes... ohh fuck yeah!"

"ARGH!" You find yourself surpirsed when he actually manages to tear some of your back with his nails, making the other giggle. You can't tell what of all of it was, but you both just kept feeling this should be more wild, more fierce. You start biting his shoulder as you stop concentrating, trusting your instincts, feeling a bit more free you get to enjoy the tight heat around your cock as you move in and out, stimulating the inner walls and your own erection in search for release. As Urogi starts being louder, you can only keep bouncing your hips in order to keep pleasuring yourself, serching an orgasm.

"AHHGH! FU-FU-URGH! AY! Y-Y-Y-AH!" Urogi can't speak at this point, just react at the stimulation his body is suffering, who knoes how long you both have been like this? He can feel your erection hitting sensitive spots, he can't help but arch his back while he cums. Saliva acumulates in his mouth, he feels that if he closes it he will bite his own tongue, tongue that somehow feels axphyxiated inside the cavity. He doesn't know when it started, but on onw point, after you also started cumming, it felt as if your seed did all the journey up to his throat an nose, adding to a sensation of having a hard time breathing. This might be also be because of his body temperature rising, making his skin red and his pulse sppeding up with your thrusts. He starts to become tired as his sight gets blurry, shapes turning into colors, and colors turning into black.

You are still fucking him when he wakes up, being the first noise he barely recognizes a whine from his drooling mouthm he feels his eyes sore and his cheeks wet, and he can feel knots in his nose. He can't grab into you anymore, his limbs are yet to react, he feels full. He swears that is he gets to look at his belly he will find a bulge, it feels as if you came at least 100 times (he can't even know if that is an exageration or not, but let him express himself as he wants to). You cum one more time and he swears he will start throwing up your seed, thankfully the pucking part doesn't happen as you finish to savour that sloppy wet hole, rocking your hips to make sure your escencd gets as deep as it can as some slips through the thrusts, making Urogi scream again and arch his back as he also gets a last orgasm from a sensitive and sore cock. (Oddly enough, Urogi only wants to cuddle and sleep again after that, but you don't question him.)

Aizetsu:

Aizetsu has always been lazy when it comes to relationships, even when relating to his own brothers. He likes to put the least effort possible, he is not energetic or extroverted enough to do it any other way. You seem to understand it, as you never seem disappointed with the fact that you are the one that has to reach out all the time. Right now you are fingering as he trembles, ears and shoulders blushing more than his face, as two lubes digits push agaibst his inner walls, streatching and spreading Aizetsu out. He whimpers and moans slightly, sometimes he even whibes a littles, voice already sounding broken. "Can.... mngh... you ad ano-no-nother finge-eergh.... plea-pleashe...." He looks at you with teary eyes and you swear he is perfect as you get hard.

But you've got to admit, it's hard keeping check of your strenght. You can tell the way Aizetsu wants to be treated is gentle and tender, some words tha hardly relate to demons, you are capable of it, but not used to. You use four fingers to stimulate and strectch his insides, but you can feel your own cock growing harder to the point it's painful, or at least uncomfortable, but Aizetsu takes his time enjoying your fingers press against his walls, not feeling preassured to speed or rough things up. You focus on his reactions, in his eyes tearing up with him wiping them off his face, making a sad expression at the same time he moves his hips against your hand everytime you push your finger a bit deeper, arching his back a littles everytime you brush a puddle of nerves. "Y/N! Ahhh! Y/N!" You didn't know what to expect when he ends cumming on your face, as you were closer to his entrance to see the hole clench around you.

You start wiping the cum and licking it from your hand, the salty and a bit acid taste is exciting, amking your red and hard cock twitch as you see Aizetsu holding his legs open while he looks at you, blushing. "Ple-pleashe more...." And you give him more, you take your fingers off, basically in a hurry and turn Aizetsu around to get a better view of his ass clenching on nothing as you spread his cheeks, the pink rim twinking at you. At this point you can't wait as you push your erection inside, feeling wet and hot walls of soft flesh let your cock in smoothly, without any effort, until you balls hit Aizetsu's, making him whimper. You start kissing his shoulder as he keeps whining and whimpering, then to start bouncing in and out. The walls tight up everytime you hit a sensitive part, making it feel as if the hole was sucking you in with how easy it was to slide in but how odd it felt to pull back.

Aizetsu's cries didn't make themselves wait, him trembling with hot blushed ears, face and upper back made it hard to hold back to bite the visible parts as they became sweaty. He is fine when he has alrady had three orgasms and you are in your second, but the second you turn him around again to get your dick back inside as seed is slipping out, he realizes you are not going to stop any time soon. Instead of fighting it, he decides to just let you, feeling the sorenes in his limbs, he just keep making sounds as tears stop falling from his eyes with a thirsty throat, only being able to whimper everytime you hit specific sensitive spots. "ARGH!.... ahh-AH! mmmmMNGH!" It takes a while, heat making it hard to breath and sweat making him tremble more violently, besides arching his back and spasming every orgasm, he only takes a breath the second you stop.

"That.... was good.... Can you.... get me water?" Is all he says once he can speak again, seems he liked it.

Akaza:

You are his first, no matter in what sense you explain it, you are the first person, if he wants to count you that way, that Akaza has slept with. Hakuji used to have a fiance, but he would never have dishonored her by touching her before their wedding, they both have wanted their first time to be special, but none of them got to the altar. He doesn't want to think about the past right now, about all of those "if only", but... Akaza also wants his first to be special, to be right. He himself doesn't know if he trusts you to make it happen that way or if he simply doesn't care anymore, but here you are. "Don't be scared. I'll be gently at first." You told him as Akaza trembles and shys away under your touch, under you.

It's nice, the sensation of being loved, cherished... wanted. It doesn't feel him completely, Akaza has always needed to be... needed, but you craving for him does a lot. "Mngh~" He moans when you bite, liking the sting as you suck his blood, you raise his knee to the side of you face and start kissing the inner thigh. You make sure to softly prepare him, salivating as you can smell him, the masculine flesh and juicy blood, young and strong. It wakes up every instict, making you tremble for anticipation. You use your tongue, tasting the salty liquids the heat produces in his legs and scrotch. "Y/N..." He basically sighs your name as you carefully "oil him up" using the natural fluids of both of your bodies. It will make it hurt a bit, but Akaza is all for it.

"Argh!" When you first slide in, it irritates a little, when you start moving, it sores, then in pleasures. Meanwhile, you can only feel the clenching hot inner walls tight up around your lenght. When you look back to him in detail you can see that Akaza looks up, mouth in a O shape with his pupils dilatated with red all over the face and neck, he trembles a little every time you brush besides his sweet spot, moaning softly and shyly as he calls your name. You speed up until he cums, you take a taste as he takes a breath. The taste is addicting, just as his blood, you can feel your cock twitch inside him as you move him. You take it put for a second, hole twinking and you erection pulsing as it rises up with a red tip, almost painful. There is a whine when you turn Akaza for his spotless back (in terms of bites, it's has tattoos like the front) as you grab him be the back of his knees, raising them over his shoulders. "I can't hold back anymore...."

He is basically bent in half as you lower hin for you to thrust back home, Akaza whimpers at the act and arches his neck back, curling the fingers in his feet. You wait a while as you start going again, biting the back of his neck and shoulders, sucking and inhaling everything of him you can. The scent, the heat, the taste, everything just makes you need him more, and more and more. You cum once... but you are not satisfied at all, you are still painfully hard, the now soft and wet flesh being a relief as Akaza drools with his head looking uo, leaning in you. There are sobs and moans mixed up when you start bouncing him up and down again. "Y-Y-Argh~ URGH~ OoOHH!" It feels good... too much. His body is trembling and he feels his limbs becoming sore. The nerves hit just right, and then thw tip od you cock starts to repeatively hit his prostrate. "AH! UHH~ ARGHAH~MNAGH!" He cums again, and again, and again... you also keep cuming, it gets to the point Akaza is so full he can't tell when you are cumming or not. He starts panting loud, very loud as he tries to breath, overwhealmed by the temperature and preassure in his guts, it's too much.

Tears falls from his eyes as he can't cobtrol the sounds of his mouth anymore, being louder than the wet slap of your crotch with his ass, and the drips of trails of cum falling down as you rise his body up, sliding through the base of your erection and balls until they hit the floor or continue the jojrney theough your leg. "You are so pretty, I still can't believe I'm the first. Many would envy me." You growl, but Akaza can only hear his own heartbeat and breathing, everything else is unclear, so no matter how many praises you whisper into his marked ear, he can't answer. And you just keep going, he is so tired while you just need more, you are almost there, almost satisfied, just once more, you tell yourrself everytime. You just need hin to keep taking another load and you will let him go, just another one. The bounces already felt par of Akaza, to the point he geta dizzy and disoriented when they stop as you came one last time, he is barely in his senses, unable to move besides the trembles and spasms in his nerves. Once your cock is out, your seed starts to make a trail conecting your bodies as Akaza clenches hard, unused to the emptiness, not letting it all fall from once. "Darling?"

Akaza growls and groans weakly, suddenly feeling cold, too cold, and tense. He trembles as his body is sore and can't find himself moving, even when you lie him over you. He can't even close his eyes. "Hey! What's wrong?" You ask as he passes out... you definetely did something, because the moment he wakes up he can't even sit. "Fuck you, don't touch me!" He says when you try to help. Maybe you should bave controled yourself a little more.

Douma:

Douma is sure he never loved anyone the same way he loved her, the only one which he could count for attention that didn't hurt or feel off, as if there was a sense of danger to everyone he was supposed to meet. Douma was raised to serve and being observed, her eyes were the brightest, pure, completely opposite to yours. "You are so pretty, almost like a doll." What a fitting description, with only a small blush in the cheeks and ears, mostly due to the cold of outside mixed with the faster circulation, his pale skin, and empty bur colorful eyes, he could easily pretend to be a doll if he doesn't move, talk and uses a Total Concentration technique to atoo his heart and lungs from working. This is so familiar he can't help but lean into you. "Do you like it?" He does, his heart is beating so fast it's impossible to not like it.

It's the same way he love killing demons, but letting into your hands (the oneas of a demon for an irony), it's a lot more simple, he can give himself a moment to be lazy but at the same time feeling something. "I do, so I want more. You will be giving it to me, won't you?" You are nothing but something familiar, you are the eyes from his childhood, the simplicity of her and the doom of his life. He would let you do almost anything to his body, including killing him if it were not for the fact he simple doesn't want to die. He can't tell if he is supposed to, his instinct are the ones that force his body into making the effort of surviving, so he just goes along with it. But he likes risky things, harmful things, new things. He likes whatever can make his body react, this included. Because of that he makes sure you ruse preparing him.

"Darling, I'm waiting~. I want to feel you inside, I'm watching you down there, I am sure you want to feel me too." He can tell from your clear erection, while Douma has little experience with nudity besides his own, it would not have been appropriate, he knows male anatomy and biology, at least the basic. Come to think about it, as you slide in a bit roughly, a bit uncormfortable because of the rushed prepararion, when Douma has to wince because of those sensations, he realizes nothing of this is appropriate. He should not be offering himself to a demon, he should be all up and mighty, like a deity, killing you and answering his followers' pleads. What would they, his followers, masters and parents think if they could see him? What horrors would they experiment upon watching their only link to god bieng dominated by a demon?Corrupted and turned into a sin... the thought makes his pulse speed up and his dick twitch.

This is why he doesn't ask or tell you to stop, even when he recognizes he logically should, since you will not be stopping yourself. He has to wonder what are you feeling with those lost eyes, focused in specific things, too specific, like his face or other parts of his body to the point you don't seem able to read anything else. Then the overstimulation, after more than hours of cumming and recieving your cock and seed make him wonder. Does your vision also blurs from the sensatiosn? Do you also have a hard time swallow and breathing? Do the constant bouncing make you feel tipsy? Do the heat of the contact and cold from the sweat make you tremble and feel heavier? Are your limbs also becoming sore? It gets to the point he can't move anymore withput having to gasp for air and arch his back with everything going on at the same time. And you are not stopping. "HAH! AHH-hah! MNGH!" And he doesn't want you to stop until you are satiated, because someone stopping for his sake is unfamiliar, and he doesn't want to deal with whatever that means to him right now.

He is tight, clenching hard against your cock. You can only focus on how pretty the blushed skin looks against the silver hair and rainbow eyes. Also, you can't begin to describe that smell of power, of coldness, that runs into Douma's blood. You can't stop, you are addicted to it, and you are not satiated yet, even as you have to move him as if Douma was actually a doll, you don't stop stimulating your dick with the inner walls. Until you can't give nor take more, only then you stop, the moment you take your cock out having your seed slide out. "Did you like it?" You ask, in which, after a pause, without even thinking about it, just wanting to catch some breath, Douma nods. "Le-let's.. do it.... again some time~." Nobody is taking this from him, not again.

Kokushibou:

While Kokushibou does have some... memories... but in this life he has never... he is not... he never thought.... he is still a virgin, ok? You know that, it was as clear as the full moon, and so you promised to be careful, and to lead because he didn't want to do it. He is somehow weird, too prideful and yet scared of his own pride, fearing someone might get hurt because of his actions but also not knowing how else to behave without exposing vulnerability. Right now he considers he is being vulnerable with you, somehow trusting that it won't hurt him. Kokushibou lies on his back, not making eye contact, only grabbing your arms for a sense of stability. "Can... can we take it slower?" He trembles, somehow looking a bit intimidated, so you suck hear earlobe gently as you carress his face.

You take it as gently and slowly as you can, keeping the instict to take a bite, to sratch, to savour that flesh in a sense of... victory? You don't completely understand from where that sensation could come from. From the chase to get him to open up? From the power that would mean to hold over the strongest Hashira? You have no idea, and honestly, maybe it's better that way, to just focus in what you have in front. You think Kokushibou is adorable, lovely and beautiful, but you know he has a hard time seeing even those terms related to himself. Also, reading him is not as easy as you think it should be, you most of the time can get what he needs, but there are parts that are confusing. Right now you don't even know if he actually wants intimidacy or just to forget about something, if he wants the experience or the pleasure.

He enjoys the silence as you keep kissing his body, making sure he can relax, enjoy himself, even if he look nervious or scared (again, the sense of victory), you make sure to suck him up a little and use proper lube to stretch him up, use your fingers inside the cavity, feeling the body going from tensing to relaxing and backforward. "Don't think it too much." You whisper in his ear as you make your final movements with your digits against the now wet walls, making sure they will not tear. Still, you lube your cock a bit after taking the three digits out softly, now hard, the cold of the wetness making you almost spasm a little before you line up the tip to the entrance.

"Fuck! You are so tight!" You exclaim as Kokushibou blushes harder and covers his face with one one over his mouth and noise, eyes open big as he refuses to make any embarrasing noise at all. At that you took it as a challenge to make him moan, groan, growl, or whatever, but for him to make a sound. He didn't make anything until he came, it was a small grunt, but you were not satisfied with that, and also you didn't reach your own orgasm, so you kept going. "C'mon love urgh~, beauty, make some noise for me." You are both stubborn, even after you came once he didn't make any noise, with tears forming in his eyes and knots in his nose, he even bit back the sobs. It was becoming too much. It was not until his fourth orgasm, in which was uncomfortable and painful because of hoe sensitive his dick was, that Kokushibou whimpered.

"MAGH! mnngh...." That sound was addictive, you needed to hear more as your cock twitched inside Kokushibou, making you speed up the thrusts. Some minutes later, he could only whimper more as his limbs felt heavy and his back and ass felt sore, wet sounds and movements making him feel dizzy, and the saliva that accumulated in his mouth started drooling. Kokushibous could not feel more embarrased by this outcome, but he had to recognize he was to stubborn to stop it in time. his vision becomes blurred over time and he feels tired, he arches his back in spasms every once in a while but besides that he only has blank eyes as his body, too overwhealmed, tries to ignore the constant stimulation. By the time you finish with him, he is as good as unconcious. "mngh....."

(Are you really surprised he started to evade you again? He spent 2 months after this running away from you, not even looking at your way, only blushing inmediately at your sight. What sense of victory, this is now a feeling of loss.)

[mochiswifey]

OUT OF PLACE

Synopsis; You've been assigned to work for Bonten for 1 year in order to insure the truce between them and your family. It was easy until unwanted feelings started to blossom.

CW: Age gap, Mental Illness, Crack, foul language, roasting, suggestive. Cannibalism sort of... MDNI

Kanji Mochizuki*Takeomi Akashi*South Terano

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"Where the hell is your daughter?" Takeomi asked tapping impatiently on the meeting table. Your father sighed knowing you'll only arrive when you want to.

"She'll be-"

"What the fuck?" You kick the door open with a sour expression on your face. The bonten men including your father snapped their heads on your direction. Their irritation faded as soon as they see you. They were rather surprised.

"A-are you kidding me? That girl is your number 3?" Ran chuckled as he points at your small figure, no taller than 5ft3 you look like you work at a kawaii cafe.

No one will ever suspect that you killed over 200 human beings.

"No boi, are you kidding me? This goddamn room needs extra venti-fucking-lation." You cover your nose walking towards your father and standing beside him. You look at the men who are sat 4 by 4 on each side of the meeting tables.

"I can smell fucking *gag* I can smell Taiyaki." You look at Mikey who you'll describe as a walking skellyton with a wig.

"I can smell drugs." You look at Sanzu who you immeditely saw as a cringy anime cosplayer.

"I can smell sex, cum and cheap perfume." You look at Rindou and Ran who has a smirk on their faces liking that you're pretty. They expected an uggo since your father said you're a skilled fighter. And pretty and skilled fighter doesn't come in combo so often.

"I can smell fucking lung cancer and goddamn old people." Lastly you look at Takeomi and Kanji.

"You didn't look at Kokonoi and Kakucho..." Sanzu says crossing his arms offended that you didn’t roast the other two.

"No, don't worry. I can smell them too." You leaned forward with your hands on you chest and nodded assuring Sanzu. He squints his eyes and tilted his head. He was desperate for you to roast the others.

"I smell their unresolved internal trauma."

"DAMN!?"

Ran and Rindou both said at the same time while Kokonoi and Kakucho looked at you wide eyed and obviously offended.

"I uh... She's my daughter. Just say who you want to be killed and she'll do it for you. Just don't touch her neck or else she'll totally snap." Your father warned them while you nod to every word he says.

They definetely ignored his warning about touching your neck. Sanzu and Ran got their fingers bent in horrible directions three weeks after you started working with them 'cause they did what your father told them not to do. Sanzu was left crying on the floor while Ran got shoved inside the toilet head first. Let's just say no one ever tried to touch your neck after that.

They were skeptical about trusting you. They knew you're a front runner in wars and they've seen you wearing your purge mask during the time they almost got annhilated. But they just couldn't believe it was you.

"Don't mess this up." Mikey says before letting you go to your first mission. They were ready to receive your call telling them you've failed but they were flabbergasted when you came back 30 minutes later covered in blood holding your targets head.

"Y-You got them already?"

"Bruh, I wouldn't be here if I didn't right? You got a bigass head yet you lack brains the fuck?" You roast Mochi's making him shut his mouth.

Sanzu and the other's laugh making Mochi glare at them.

Since that day you established that you're a savage.

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They don't despise you. The truth is they are entralled by you. They are interested by the mystery you offer. The way you could be sweet and be replaced by satan in a blink of an eye.

The way you act? It's odd for them. Your sweetness? It's definetely not an act. Your voice is never honeyed. And it sends them on the edge.

You are so genuine by your words it almost softens them. But when you became satan himself the change is so drastic they always feels like they're high on drugs.

"So, you won't talk?" You kick the soccer ball at the traitor who's tied on the chair while the men watch.

"I won't tell you-" The ball bounced back and you immeditely kicked it towards the traitors face. No matter how he tries to avoid it your ball always lands on his face. They've never seen someone torture a traitor with a soccer ball.

They found it disturbing that you seems to be doing this for an another step. You told the traitor that him being kicked with the ball is the equivalent of human meat being tenderized before being eaten.

"YOU CRAZY BITCH-" You kick the ball one last time before dashing towards him and kicking him in the face with both feet causing the man's chair to fall down.

"You see, they are fucking crazy." You point at the Bonten men. "But I'm crazier." You pulled the traitor up by his collar and taking a huge bite on his face.

"What the fuck..." Was what most of them were thinking as they watch the traitor scream helplessly.

"Fuck, this why I hate 30 years old men. The fucking meat is goddamn hard and disguting." You spat out the poor traitor’s face on the floor.

Thank god. Someone from the executives thought.

You got what you wanted after that.

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"You should take a shower." Mochi approached you offering you a towel not caring that you almost ate a man alive.

You look at the towel on his hand then to his eyes. You didn’t utter a word and turned away from him ignoring him.

He absolutely hates when you do that.

"Don't fucking act like that-"

"Oh, pardon me the last time I check we ain't friends." You threw your hands on the air as you walk out of the torture room.

"Hey! Don't be so fucking rude!" He yells while following you. He just want to see the sweet girl who tended on his wounds a few nights ago.

"I will shove your head inside the goddamn toilet like I did with Ran if you don't stop following me-"

"Do you like.... wanna go out on a date with me?" Your feet stop. You even thought your heart stopped for a moment.

"Pardon?" You turned around to look at Mochi who towers over you. Your first initial thought of him when you first saw him is that...

He looks old. And the beard doesn't suit him. And the blond hair? That really needs to go out to the trash. His attire? Doesn't help. His fur coat makes him look older and like- what is he trying to achieve?

You look up to him amused.

"Are you on drugs?"

"I'm not, I'm genuinely asking." You turned around and his heart felt a stung. This is his first ever rejection-

"Hmm, you're a bold one. Never thought you'll be the one who wants to be arrested by the FBI." You tell him while you walk away.

"You're not 18?" He felt his heart dropped on his stomach. Are you really-

"I am over 18, but bruh. You are fucking 30. Pick me in front of the station in 2 hours though.”

Mochi is over the moon.

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"Ey, thanks for the ride." You wink at Mochi as you enter his luxury pickup truck. You were surprised that he was earlier than you.

"I thought we were going on a date?"

"Shit man... You're really that horny? Sorry to break the fantasy for you but I have low sex drive during winter." He looks at you and you look at him.

"You're awkward." You laugh before patting his shoulder.

"I don't really know how your brain works." "Me neither. Me neither pal."

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"Where's Mochi?" Ran asked ready to give him an intel about his business.

"He's out told me he scored a date with Psycho-"

"HE WHAT?!" Takeomi snapped at Sanzu. "Don't tell me you like her too." Kokonoi facepalms.

"Bruh, don't be a goddamn pedo. She's literally younger than you." Takeomi could only roll his eyes at Kokonoi's comment.

"I mean, as your brother. Stop it. Get some help."

Sanzu says as he takes out a bag of pills from his briefcase. That's fucking ironic.

"Love knows no age."

"WOAH! HOLD UP! SLOW DOWN YOU FUCKING SHAKESPEAR! YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP!" The boys went wild as soon as those words were said by Takeomi.

He swears he's surrounded by idiots.

"Bruh, lemme tweet that shit. You got me crying tears!!!" Ran pulled out his phone and started tweeting.

"Damn! Look at this fool! You're all grown up brother!" Sanzu tried to hugged him but Takeomi squared his fist up making Sanzu pout.

"Bitch."

"I'm gonna find them." He says before leaving the members.

"Don't forget to use protection!" Sanzu yells overjoyed that his middle age brother is finally taking some action.

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Meanwhile, you and Mochi are strolling around the supermarket trying to find ingredients. Your hands are wrapped around his gigantic arm while he pushes the cart.

"I bet you my life they all think you're my father."

"No, they do not." He says defensive almost making you laugh.

"You wanna see?"

"No-" But before he could stop you, you've already approached an older woman and asked her to help you and your "daddy".

"Thank you so much! My daddy and I were planning on making pasta for my "mommy" can you tell us where the sauces are placed?" The old woman laughed and patted your head.

"You got a very beautiful daughter." She says to Mochi and he didn't fail to notice the annoying sly smile you had on your face as soon as you prove your stupid shit.

"Thank you so much!" You thank the old woman before returning to your "daddy"

"See-"

"Daddy huh? I'd prefer if you call me that while I fuck you dumb." He leaned down and whispered on your ear giving it a lick after. The lewd sound he made clouded your mind with lust.

He just awaken your lost sex drive. The way his tongue felt was amazing and you couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have it on your rapidly heating cunt.

"You fucking son of a bitch." You untangle your arms with his and your hand found its way on his belt. If you hadn't had the dose of your craziness earlier the day maybe you've already just jumped on his dick at the spot.

Not carrying about anyone but your “daddy”

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[minervahopebeyond]

Blood Daffodils.

THIS IS FINALLY HAPPENING! I’m so happy to be posting this chapter👏🏻 Please let me know what you thought of it! In my head it all made sense but let’s see what you think! I’ll be replying to the comments so feel free to leave me all your gorgeous theories there!! ✨Ps. I’ve checked but I’m sorry if you find any errors in this one.

Chapter 16: Ally. (Part 1/2)

Harry looked at Draco one last time. The way that his hair rested on the pillow, all messy and shiny in the middle of the darkness of the room. His beautiful stormy eyes were closed. His chest rose with every breath he took in. The smell of the flowers floated around the room...

Fuck, he was going to hate him so much for this... Especially after last night.

If he focused enough, he could still feel Draco’s hands on his body... He could still taste his skin on his lips, he even could smell his scent on him: Daffodils, sweat, and his posh cologne.

Harry could replay in his head every single detail about last night, even how his tongue burned from the need to tell him that he loved him.

He loved Draco so much... that was why he had to leave... He didn’t want to, though. Every fiber in his body was telling him to stay were he was, to not move even an inch further from the blond. Harry was so needy that it made him want to barf sometimes.

Hermione whispered his name, snapping him out of his thoughts, the small bag already in her hand and Ron right behind her.

He sighed and turned to look at the boy again. He wanted to kiss him so bad, he just feared that he was going to wake him up if he did. Leaving was so much harder now... So fucking painful.

He silently prayed that this would not be the last time that they saw each other, that he would come home to him, before turning around to meet his friends. He tried to keep it together but from time to time his eyes started to burn, the tears threatening to come out.

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Apparating to a place that neither of them knew or ever saw was risky, at the least. The only information they had were the few details that Draco had told them, and a rough idea about where it was... The blond boy had pointed its location on his map, in a very secluded part of Wiltshire. That was it, that was the only thing they knew. That and that it had twenty bedrooms, two attics, the cellars and white peacocks.

Nonetheless, they managed to not splinch themselves and die in the process, so yeah, point for them.

“Now how the fuck do we get in?”

“Eloquent, Ronald.”

The magic surrounding the Manor was as dark as it could be. This place was warded, definetely, and in the worst kind of way. Considering that Draco was the one who helped ward their home while suggesting to add some traps to it, and that the blond boy learned everything he knew about dark magic in this very same place... They couldn’t be as daft as to try to break in.

“We wait, we are fairly far away from the entrance to not be seen and we can use the cloak just in case.”

His best friends just nodded and followed him to hide behind some bushes that were near their apparation point.

“The ferret is going to kill us, you know?” The redhead said with a defeated voice.

“Ron, don’t take this the wrong way, but I really don’t want to talk about Malfoy.”

He couldn’t, because thinking about him only took him to his grey stormy eyes looking at right at him before calling him beautiful, to them being so close that Harry wasn’t sure where did he ended and Draco began. It made him think about all the things he still wanted to live with him, and wouldn’t get to do, it made him want to cry right there and then. And he couldn’t, not now.

Harry would probably die today, but it was going to be worth it because Ron, Hermione and Draco could finish this. Draco wouldn’t even hesite to cast the killing curse if he had to, if it were Voldemort... Harry wasn’t so sure that he could do that, killing someone.

They waited for a while, the lights were starting to touch the sky, if it got any clearer they would need to snuggle under the cloak.

They stayed in silence for a while, Hermione kind of sent worried looks his way, and Harry made an effort to ignore them. He wanted to enter the Manor already, just so he could have his mind occupied in something other than imagining Draco waking up and realizing that they left him behind. Or his dad and Padfoot. Fuck.

Harry snaped out of his own thoughts when he heard the crack of apparation right beside them. He covered with the cloak as fast as he could and the three of them with their wands at the ready, they stared at the dark figure standing a few meters away from them.

The man didn’t seem to find anything, looking frantic to his surroundings.

“If you are there: speak. Now.”

It was Nott. Draco’s face appeared in his mind. He could talk to him, maybe they could go back, and fuck the bloody horcrux, he could give this to Malfoy. He could bring them back together again. He could save him. That was why he was doing this after all, wasn’t it?

Hermione grabbed his arm, digging her nails on it. He turned to look at her and she was mouthing ‘No, Harry’.

The brunette walked right by them, looking around, now more patiently. They couldn’t move, if they did, they would be heard.

Suddenly, the boy stood right in front of them. Harry knew they were screwed even before Nott pulled the cloak off of them.

“Stupefy.” Ron casted and the brunette fell to the floor.

“Quick thinking.”

“Thanks, Mione.”

“Enervate”

Harry casted the spell once they had placed Nott in a hidden part of the forest, warding the place and binding the boy, too.

The brunette opened his eyes, lazily, still lost after being stupified.

“Oh, great.” His voice came out hoarse.

“Start talking, Nott.” Harry said, spitting out his last name.

“Draco”

Harry put his wand between his eyes.

“Don’t say his name, you fucking coward.” He didn’t deserve it. He had him and he left him. For what? What was so important? <cite>Harry would never,</cite> one fucking word out of Draco’s mouth, one request, and he would do whatever he asked. That was why he didn’t tell Malfoy this whole thing about them leaving, he knew that if he asked him to stay he would... And now this ungrateful bastard was asking for him, saying his name.

It was Ron who pushed him back and made him lower his wand, glaring at him before answering to the boy.

“He is alive. That’s all you get. How did you know we were there?”

“Luna.” The brunette tried to clear his throat. “I have a two-way mirror on my pocket,you can check if you want, she said that you were close.”

It was Ron who searched for the mirror, suspiciously, his eyes narrowed. He took it and showed it to them. A small pocket mirror, very similar to the one that Hermione used to carry in her purse. His friend opened it and widened his eyes, surprised.

“He is telling the truth, Luna is there.” Nott hissed his response.

“Close it! If it’s open they can hear it over there.” The redhead seemed startled but obliged almost instantly. The brunette sighed in relief. “You have to wait for her to talk to you to use it... There could be people guarding her, she waits until she is alone to send a message.”

Harry frowned, trying to process the information.

“How did she know?” Hermione spoke clearly.

The corners of Nott’s mouth moved upwards, almost like he was smiling, before shrugging in response.

“I don’t know, it’s Lovegood that we are talking about here. Something about Potter’s aura upsetting the Wrackspurts.”

So they were friends now? Luna was somehow captive at the Manor and talked to Nott just because?

“I’m going to take a wild guess and say that you need to get inside.”

“We don’t have to tell you anything.” Harry replied harshly.

“Mate, shut the fuck up.” Then, Ron turned to the brunette again. “Can you get us in?”

Nott raised his eyebrow, looking defiantly at them. After a few moments he sighed and muttered a curse.

“Yes, but I have conditions.”

Harry was already raising his wand to cast a stinging jinx on him, but Hermione sent a glare his way.

“Calm down, stop acting like a child.” She said with a severe tone. “Tell us your conditions, Theodore.”

“First: I want more information about Draco. Second: you take Lovegood with you.”

“Why are you so interested in Luna, Nott?” He asked, wary.

“Why the hell do you care, Potter?”

Harry cared because, if Nott had suddenly moved on from Draco, it was going to be a problem. First of all, because if Malfoy died he would cast another Sectumsempra on the brunette, without even feeling sorry about it. And he also cared because it all seemed pretty weird and not in a good way. Like a trap.

“Stop, both of you. It’s like watching a muggle soap-opera.”

“Granger, not to be rude, but I’m not getting the analogy.” Nott replied and Ron chuckled.

“It means that you two look like medieval arseholes, fighting over your damsel in distress.”

“Don’t call the ferret that, he could kill you.”

“Draco isn’t here right now, if he were he would have put these two back in their places.”

The brunette snorted and smirked a little.

“Can’t argue with that. Draco has gift.”

Harry was seeing red. He wanted to smack that smug smile right off his stupid face. He didn’t deserve to be thinking of Malfoy in any way, but much less, in that way. Not if he didn’t plan to run away with them. Not if he was planning on abandoning the blond boy again.

And, now, Harry understood what he was talking about. How it felt to be near him in that way. How sweet and passionate Draco was... And that was just how he was with Harry. The awful pang of jealousy felt like it was digging a hole in his stomach. ‘Imagine how he was with him... All those nights that you watched the map and they were sharing Nott’s bed. Just like he shares yours. Did he whisper that he loved him as he came? Because that is something that he didn’t say to you...’

If Draco was so sweet and passionate with him, imagine how he was with Nott... And this piece of scum was making jokes about it, jokes about the one thing that Harry craved more than anything in his life. He wanted to strangle him.

“I think your friend is having a stroke over there, Weasley.”

“Keep talking, I dare you.” Harry snarled at him, and the hazel-eyed didn’t even blink.

“What? You want details? Okay, I have plenty. There was this time wher-“

But he was cut short by Harry throwing himself on him and knocking him to the ground. He didn’t even got to really hit him because Ron was pulling him back, grabbing him by the shoulders, and Mione helped Nott to sit again.

“Let go of me! I’m going to kill him!” He yelled as he struggled to free himself from Ron’s arms.

“Mate, bloody hell, he is fucking with you, making you mad on purpose.”

“Both of you, stop it. I’m not saying it again. Theodore, we need to get in, that’s all you need to know. Bellatrix is staying there, right?” The boy just nodded. “Help us then, once we are in, we tell you about Draco, okay? And of course we’ll take Luna.”

“Fine. Do you have polyjuice?” Hermione nodded enthusiastically. She had brewed a lot of if with Draco over the summer, following their ‘just in case’ list of potions. “Great, there is a meeting in a few hours,I’ll wait here with you and we’ll choose who are you going to polyjuice. They trust the wards too much, so they are not going to ask a lot of questions.”

“You really thought this through, didn’t you?” Ron asked him a little amused. “What about you? Wouldn’t it be suspicious if you stayed here for so many hours?”

“My father can not really tell if I’m there or not anymore, so no.”

“Why...?” The boy shrugged.

“ He is really old and Bellatrix thought that it would be fun to cast a little cruciatus on him... something had gone wrong and it was his punishment, we all face it eventually. But because of his age...it was worst.”

He seemed so unaffected, a little bored to tell the story, but Harry knew that there was more to it. Draco had told him that Nott was different with pain, that he handled it by not giving it much importance, until it crushed him, just like it had happen in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom...

Fuck. Maybe this coward didn’t deserve it but Draco still loved him. And Harry loved Draco, so...

“Release him, Mione.” Harry spoke with a commanding tone.

“He could escape-“

“He is not going to.” Then he turned to look at Nott. “Are you?”

“No, Potter.”

“See?”

[mytrashs-blog]

Alter Ego. ch 1. “Cruciatu”

A//Peter Parker x Reader, slow burn fic, Enhanced reader.

Word Count: 2,147

Warnings: Rape, human experimentation, explicit violence, suicidal thoughts, explicit description of pain.

Summary: “When you can do the things that I can, but you don’t, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you.”

A/N: This is the very first chapter of what hopefully is gonna be a long fanfiction relationship. I have some chapters already written and some others already planned. Hopefully it will be a weekly thing so, yeah. Please keep the comments coming and let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist. :) xx

Ch 2. “Organorum”

It’s late, you just finished shooting for a short film you’re making for your mid terms, so you decide to call an uber to go back home, how bad can it be to spend a little more than expected in safe trasportation, right? You have no other choice anyways, it’s almost midnight, at this time any other mean of transportation is either out of order or very unsafe, and you don’t have a car. So you get in the car with the stranger driver, he doesn’t say anything all the way, you see him take a few wrong turns in the way, you get worried and send a text to your roomate:

“Uber’s being dodgey, if I don’t get home in 20 call the cops”

You attach a screenshot of your journey’s details, the plate number, kind of car, name of the driver. You see him turn in your street and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, but then he stops a few buildings away of yours, you hear all the doors lock, you get your phone ready to dial 911, but in an instant the driver turns around and he’s yanking your phone from your hands, he’s looking at you like you’re a piece of steak he’s about to devour. Your throat goes dry.

The car runs at full speed, the driver rolls his window down and throws your phone out, you don’t see it, but you’re sure it shattered into a million pieces. You don’t cry. You don’t scream. You stay quiet the whole time. You retrieve your apartment keys quietly from your backpack, they have pepper spray attached as a key chain, a gift from your mother when you moved to the city “I just want you to stay safe (Y/N)” you remember her words, you were hoping you’d never get to use it, but here you are, holding on to it, to your last chance of coming out of this one unscratched.

After a while of losing any trace of civilization in the windows, the car stops in a field in the middle of nowhere. You hear him press some buttons in the car, he steps out of the car and opens the trunk, you can’t see him until he’s opening your door, you back away from him as much as you can in the passengers seat, completely frogetting you have the spray in your hands, and you try to open the opposite door, but it won’t give, the window isn’t rolling down either, your heart is racing as fast as posible, then you remember the spray and put your hand up, you get the safety lock too late, the driver punches your wrist with a baseball bat that he took from the trunk, you start panicking and you feel the cold tears run through your cheeks, but even then… you don’t scream.

The man takes you by the legs and pulls you out of the car, you fall out of it with a strong hit of your head on the floor, you pass out.

When you regain conscience you see him cutting through your clothes with a pocket knife, you don’t react, you stay still, as if none of your muscles knows what to do in this situation. You’ve seen that this happens everyday, it’s in every newspaper, all over social media, in the news, but you never thought it’d happen to you. But here you are, being felt up by an uber driver, who’s masturbating to your naked body, you see him and you cannot react, he spreads your legs and pushes himself inside of you, hard. In that moment, all of your muscles and nerves come to life, you try to kick him, scratch him, scream for help, all at once, but he takes the baseball bat again and hits you hard in the head.

When you wake up is because you feel hard punches all over your body, they come faster and faster every time, it’s not the bat, it’s kicks. After a few minutes of withstanding that, you pass out for the third time that night.

You hope you’re dead when you wake up to darkness, but no, you feel the car moving, and your limbs are tied up, eyes covered with some cloth, you guess you’re now in the trunk of the uber, you cry silently, you have nothing left to do. You don’t even care about your camera and the videos for your mid term that are still in your backpack in the passengers seat, maybe he even threw all that in the road too. Anyways, all you want right now is to be dead, or to go back home to your mother and never leave her embrace again, but no. You feel the car has stopped, you pretend to be unconscious, using all the acting techniques you’ve learnt in your life to make your breathing seamless. You feel a pair of arms carrying your naked body and, just like a garbage bag, you’re thrown away and you feel the impact in all your body, you guess the cold that comes from the upper part of your head is blood and you loose conscience one more time.

This time you wake up to the sensation of bright white lights on your eyes, you feel your limbs burning, squezeed by metal bands, tied to a metal bed in which your body is laying, covered now by a white gown. You look around, there seems to be no one there, you’re in a concrete warehouse, dirty, empty except for a night table beside you, with a bunch of little jars and syringes, aswell as the bed and an empty chair the other side of you. You stay there doing nothing, you can’t get rid of your tie ups around your wrists and ankles anyway, each movement sends a shiver of intense pain all over your body, moving your head is also out of bounds because you can still feel the pain from being thrown the night before… or a while ago, or who knows how long it has been.

After what felt like an eternity, a bald, buff man, dressed in a tight black shirt, jeans and muddy work boots walks in. He’s definetely not the uber driver that raped you before, but you don’t trust him either, he looks at you, throws a cynical smile and sits in the chair.

“Looks like someone finally decided to wake up.” he says as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Who are you? Where am I? Why am I tied to the bed?” you ask, your voice sounding much weaker than you wanted, but either way, when was the last time you actually talked? It feels like a life time ago.

“Too many questions, kid. And I cannot answer anything.” He finishes, gets his phone out of his jean pocket, reads something, gets up from the chair and walks around your bed to the night table, without even trying to clean himself, nor the equipment. He takes the syringe, fills it with one of the substances in the jars, a bright green liquid filling the inside of the syringe with which he walks over to you, and without any warning or previous sterilization, he inserts it in your forearm, making you scream when you feel the fluid going in your veins, it’s over almost as fast as it started and you go back to your original position, remembering the pain in your wrists and ankles. You curse yourself for not dying with the impact of being thrown like garbage, you clench your jaw and you won’t grace the man with any words as he goes back to his chair.

After a few minutes you start feeling a stinging pain all over your bloodstream, as if someone filled your veins with gasoline and then set them on fire, it travels through you starting from the place you were injected and it makes its way up to your head and down through all of your body, you can’t help but squirm from the pain, at first you swallow the scream that’s making its way up your throat, you bite your lip until you feel the taste of blood in your mouth and then you scream, a desperate and agonizing shout, and you think you’re finally dying and the shouting turns to laughing, you laugh at your life, your death, you laugh at the moment, you laugh at everything and nothing; you feel drops of cold sweat forming in your forehead and the back of your neck. The bald man doesn’t even flinch at your pain, he remains sitting with his arms crossed.

After some very long minutes of unending agony, you’re not sure you fell asleep, fainted or just went numb, but you know you’re still alive because the beat of your heart still burns with the fire from a moment ago, but you stay still, cursing for still being alive, even after all you’ve been through. One single tear rolls down the side of your face and falls in the metal bed, you close your eyes and let yourself be submerged in another trance, you feel your heart beating slowly, slower each time, you breathe out.

Suddenly the air isn’t air, but it’s water. You react and you find yourself sinking in what seems to be a river, you’re still wearing the gown you had in the warehouse, but instead of metal bands, there’s rope tying your wrists and ankles, there’s also some bricks attached to the ropes, hence you’re sinking very quickly, they finally decided to get rid of your body in an effective way, if you weren’t dead before you sure will be now. But then the panic sinks in, you’re not dying, you’re still completely conscious, why are you not dead yet? With a few quick movements, much more skilled that you normally are, you get rid of the rope around your wrists and then you work on the ones on your ankles, when you’re free you try to swim to the surface, but you stay close to a column that you can faintly make out through the green particles of the water, looks like you’re under some kind of bridge, you try to stay under it to not be detected alive. Once your nose and mouth are out of the water you can wait. Wait until you can’t hear any signs of people and get out of the water.

When you’re finally out, you lay on the land, looking at the sky, it’s breaking dawn, it cannot be even 5am, the dawn cold hugging your body, you decide to stay there for a moment, looking at the sky as it gets clearer, the sun coming out in the horizon, the warm colors filling you with a peace you hadn’t felt since the accident happened. And you feel different. You don’t feel weak or vulnerable, a new strenght is taking over you, your body doesn’t feel like the one you had the morning you went to shoot your short film. Whatever it is, it feels comforting.

…

“So, we don’t know anything about the bad guys that are experimenting on people?” Peter’s voice sounds concerned.

“No, all I know is that they’re moving fast. One day they’re in one country where they leave a bunch of dead bodies laying around, and the next one they’re in the other side of the world. Other than that, nothing. Tony Stark answers with frustration written on his face. This talk is happening with Peter because he’s found the last experimented on body, in a dark alley in Queens, but the official Avengers and the FBI were already investigating the matter for a little while. “I want you to stay away from it, kid. You keep on being your friendly neighborhood Spider-man self and leave the dirty dishes to the adults.” Peter doesn’t love that order, but he obliges nevertheless. Mr Stark is in all his right to give him orders, but only because he designed all the tech he needs to continue to keep his superhero alter ego going. However, Mr. Stark did say “stay away” but not “don’t get involved” so in theory he can get involved if he keeps his distance, right?

“Alright, Mr. Stark. Will do. I promise. But if another body pops up in Queens, I’ll call you immediately.”

“And that is exactly what I expect you to do. Gosh, you learn so fast. See ya later, kid.” and . And Peter went to place his mask back in place, then threw a spider web to swing from the buildings from his beloved city, looking for someone that might need his help.

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Taglist: @caeruleum-in-caritate-lupus, @softstarkk, @peterparkerbabyy, @dottirose, @legit-fandom-trash, @carostar2020, @appreciating-chase-brody

[flowerrose14]

Burning Memories... Part 1

(Tod’s plan has been put in motion, it’s time you see what happened to Troy, I mean, it’s not like he can object to this...)

Troy’s POV:

Nightmare...Yet Another Nightmare...I had jolted awake, trembling, on the brink of tears, cold sweat, yeah that didn’t help the trembling.I felt my skin begin to crawl as I remembered what exactly that nightmare was...It was worrisome on how frequent these were becoming.Trey had told me it was from stress, so much work would have negative effects.But Travis and Momma, oh quite the oppisite...Momma had told me that dreams shouldn’t be forgotten, saying they have meaning to them, Travis had said something similair...But, that they are visions of the past and future...That nightmare...Fire, never ending fire, screaming, crying, I felt like something had crushed my legs-I quickly shot out of bed, if i was to continue to remember the hell I dreamed about, I think I’d knock myself completely sick...I looked outside as I began to change, god...It was already afternoon...

After getting changed and quickly throwing on that hat of mine, I rushed out of my room.Before the stress of failing, and the amount of work could drown me in it’s sea of worry, my thoughts were interuppted as I heared Momma humming from the kitchen, while I hopped down the stairs, nice game to start of the day... Well..Afternoon..

The moment I had walked into the living room, I immediately stopped in my tracks, freezing in place as my eyes landed on a small creature, which was in the middle of the room...A grin appeared on my face as I began to slowly approach it, trying to sound as brave as possible.

“We meet again, foul creature, do not think you’ll win like last time!”

Staring, ever since I had entered this room, that’s all this creature had done, just stared...I grinned once more and rushed towards it, quickly lifting it up and I began to spin around with it.What erupted from the beast’s mouth was... Laughing and giggling, I couldn’t help, but laugh aswell, as I gently held my baby sister, Iris, in my arms, cradling her. I smiled at her as she looked up at me, reaching out her little arms to touch me.

“Ab baba Ababa...baba?”

“Yes Iris, I feel just fine, it’s lovely to see you too!”

She giggled as I kissed her forehead, her little pink eyes glowing slightly. There was always something about her that I found special, she was tough, strong, smart, even the village leader Oaklee had told us, Iris magic would be something to see, it excited me.I couldn’t wait to show her wonderful, and how amazing magic could be..I froze slightly as I heared Momma’s voice break my thoughts, it’s soft tone, and gentle smile that went with it made me smile.

“Troy? Was that you gettin Iris all excited, just before her lunch? Oh Troy, how on earth could you, it took me ages to calm her down!”

She gave a warm smile, clearly what she just said was a joke, but I still couldn’t help the slightest bit of guilt sink into me..I carefully walked up to her and gently passed Iris to her, as she began to mumble and whine, I looked away, it honestly hurt me to listen to those noises...Once Momma had Iris safely in her arms once again, she headed back into the kitchen, her enchanting humming starting once more.I paused, my thoughts rising, what was missing.Yes I had my little sister, but my two brothers...Where are they!? It was almost like Momma had read my mind, she spoke with such softness..

“Troy, I forgot to mention, Travis and Trey are out, I asked them to pick up a few things for me!”

All I could remember after that sentence, was how she said that she was hoping we could all bake today..Just a little activity, as a family...But I had froze up, my heart stopped for a split second, I forgot...Today was the day...Lying was never a good thing, it was never something I was good at, but I was about to do so, right to my own mother...I slowly approached her and gently tugged on her dress slightly to get her attention, my voice going quiet..

“Actually, I-I was hoping to go see Julie and Paul, they need help with work, and I want to help them!”

“Aww,my sweet baby boy, well, you’re more then welcome to, just please be back before sunset-”

And just like that, I had already left the house, jumping down the steps and smiling slightly.Yes I could of atleast said thank you, but fear consumed me, fearing she’d figure out what I was planning to do, it’s just something Mom’s do. Oh what was this plan? Nothin much, lying to my own mother to go and see friends, but in reality, going into the woods, which our Momma had forbidden us to enter...Yes this was, insane?Stupid? Idiotic? Oh, surely one of those things, but I needed to do this... The ingredients were something I needed, it would keep Ashton away from me for a bit...

My walking had suddenly stopped as a thought had entered my mind, more like an order, a demand...I began to roll up my sleeves, I just needed to check, needed to prove if this was honestly happening, through out these past years, did this all honestly happened...I flinched as my eyes went up and down my arms, both of them were full of never leaving scars and horrible bruises.. Ashton was getting stronger when it came to...This...Last time got really bad, I felt my whole body freeze, my blood running could...Would...Would he actually.. Kill me?...

My thoughts were quickly shattered as I felt someone grab me and lift me up, making me yell in complete fear, till...I saw who exactly this person was...

“Afternoon, Little Brother~!!”

And just like that, no second later, Trey had put me into a headlock and began to ruffle the hell out of my hair.My eyes darted around to find a quick escape, they landed on Travis, who was infront of us.I began to pleaded to my only hope here, who was clearly a damn witness to this murder, to help me out!

“Sorry Troy, but you’ve won this battle,if you refuse to surrender, then I shall send you to the pillow prison once we get home!!”

...Just a moments silence, till all of out laughter broke it,Trey let go of me and I chuckled slighly still thinking of what just happened.Travis looked at me and smiled.

“Guessin Mom told you about us goin out for a bit, we won’t be long, we’d be home by now if Trey would stop messin about and take actual shortcuts that work!”

“I wasn’t messin-ugh! come on!”

Trey rushed up the steps, Travis staying by my side, as I looked at him, I froze slightly, seeing his bright smile slowly fade..It kinda scared me, confused me more really, I jumped as Travis quickly turned and looked at me in the eye, my shaking starting slightly.The mood of playful nature, turning into serious, it took me off guard, I flinched as I heared Travis speak..

“Troy...I..I have a feelin your plannin somethin, and I know full well I won’t be able to talk you out of it, but I’ll try anyways...I had that feeling today,something bad is going to happen...So...I need you to go back home and stay with mom, we can spend time together, just you,me,Trey,Iris and mom, as a family! Plus, all this work, I think it’s time to take a break, come on, just for today... Come back to us...”

I quickly looked away, shaking slightly...I slowly..Shaked my head in responce, I winced as I heared Travis sigh, he gave me one more look, before walking up the steps...I ran in the oppisite direction, guilt, sadness, and fear consuming me as my eyes glowed, I felt wrong, so wrong doing this to them, but I needed to, nothing was going to stop me from doing this, call me stubborn if you’d like... This decision, would it be something I’d regret for the rest of my life...? Definetely...

To be continued...

[herofics]

I feel bad for asking you a second time but can i get the same scenario with bakugou,izuku and todoroki but instead of their s/o dying it's them and they still have their old memories and try to give signs to their s/o that it's them (im really really sorry for putting this much burden on you if this is to much)

No worries darling, I really like writing these and it’s not a burden at all.💜

~Todoroki Shouto~

Todoroki felt weird, like his body didn’t really do what he wanted and was the wrong shape. He opened his eyes and was met with a weird, green light. His eyes adjusted and he noticed the light wasn’t green, but it was shining through leaves. Leaves? Where was he? He looked around, and everything was huge. What was going on? He tried to find his way out of this giant forest and when he did, he was standing on a sidewalk. A huge sidewalk with huge people.

There was a puddle on the sidewalk. Todoroki walked to it, and checked his reflection from the water surface. He saw a cat. A red and white cat with heterochromic eyes, just like his. He had turned into a cat. How had this happened? He was just patrolling the streets. Todoroki felt like there were gaps on his memory. This explained why everything looked so big, he had shrinked to a size of a normal cat. He tried to get used to this new body, which was surprisingly easy. After a while it felt like he had always been a cat.

Todoroki wondered around and noticed a familiar house. Your house. He decided to head towards it, to see if you could help him. He walked to your door and tried to figure out how to get in. Luckily your doorbell was low enough for him to jump and slap it with his paw.

You heard the doorbell ringing and went to open the door. You looked around, but no one was there. Lastly you looked down. There was a cat sitting before you.

“No, no, go away. I don’t need anymore reminders of him.”, you shaked your head as the tears started to burn your eyes.

You slammed to door shut and ran to your room. The need to cry and scream had returned. You had just lost Shouto, and now some weird cat appeared on your doorstep. Was this some cruel prank?

Todoroki was confused. Why did you look so tired and heartbroken? Had something happened? Had someone hurt you? He had no idea what was going on, but was definetely going to find out. Todoroki had a weird feeling it had something to do with him. He climbed to your window sill and started to meow. Todoroki couldn’t talk -he was a cat after all- but he needed to get your attention.

You noticed the cat behind your window, but you ignored it. Or atleast you tried, but it sounded so desperate, you gave in and opened the window. The cat jumped in and sat on your bed. It stared at you with it’s heterochromic eyes.

“Are you hungry?”, you asked the cat.

It just kept staring at you.

“I’ve got nothing against cats, but you just remind me of someone I just lost. He died because of some stupid villains and I just miss him so much.”, you sniffled.

He had died? There was no other option for all of this. Him being a cat, and you not being able to even properly look at him. He didn’t remember dying but he remembered some kind of overwhelming darkness. Todoroki wanted to comfort you, let you know it was him, but how could he do that. He was just a cat now. He butted his head against your arm, since that was the most cat-like thing he could think of.

“I loved him. I loved him so much and now he’s gone.”, you sobbed.

But he wasn’t, he was right there with you, but you had no idea. Then Todoroki remembered the thing he always had done to you. He had touched each of your finger tips individually, that was something he could do even as a cat, kind of. It had been a weird habbit the two of you had developed over time. He climbed to your lap and touched each of your fingers with his paw. He noticed you gasp a bit at what he was doing.

“Shouto used to do that.”, you whispered.

Todoroki raised his head and nodded at you.

“Are you fucking kidding me? No, this is not possible. He died, my Shouto died and you’re just some weird cat. People don’t get reincarnated or something, they die, end of the story”, you rampaged. “You gotta go. I can’t look at you.”

You picked up the cat and it back to the window. Todoroki didn’t resist your grip, but he sat between the window so you couldn’t close it.

“Go away you stupid cat.”, you said quietly as you fell to the floor and leaned against your bed.

You pulled your knees to your chest and rested your forehead against them. Todoroki padded to you and tried to comfort you by butting his head against your leg.

“I saw yo-him, die. I was right there with him, he died on my arms. It’s been only a few days, and now you showed up. What even are you?”, you asked the cat.

He just shaked his head. Todoroki was glad you didn’t just throw him out the window and that it seemed like you had regocnized him, even if you denied it. He would be there for you, even as a cat, maybe his presence would make all this grief easier for you.

~Midoriya Izuku~

Midoriya woke up to the rain. It was pouring outside and the world was colored gray. He had been sleeping under your house ever since he had found a small little hole to get in. He had been sleeping there for a few weeks now. Midoriya had been trying to get your attention, but it seemed you had no idea what was going on around you. You hadn’t been going to school, and you rarely came out of the house. If you did, you looked like a zombie. He had been sitting behind our window, making noise, but you had barely reacted at all.

One day you had enough of the cat. It had been annoying you for a while now. You opened the window and glared at the cat. You could have sworn it gulped.

“Hus, hus, go away.”

The cat did the excact opposite of what you said and slithered it’s way in. It jumped on your school table and took a pencil in it’s mouth. It looked like it was writing something, but that was impossible. It was just a cat. You took a closer look and freaked out. There were two characters written on the paper. It read “Deku”.

“What the-?!”, you said before passing out on the floor.

Oh no, what had he done? You were laying flat on the floor, totally unconcious. Midoriya had been planning what he would do if he got to your room. He would write his name on the paper. It was the most simple thing he could think of, but this wasn’t supposed to happen.

Midoriya had realized he had died, when he saw the news one day. He was devastated. He had immeadiatly gone to check on his mom, but apparently she had left to be with some relatives, straight after she heard from his death.

“God, I had a weird dream. That cat knew how to write-”, you stopped when you noticed the cat on the side of your head.

You got up and jumped on your bed. You were alarmed, a creepy, little cat probably couldn’t do anything too you, but it sure was suspicious.

“Aaaa… What the heck are you?”

Midoriya was cautious when he jumped back on the table and took the slip of paper between his teeth. He raised it so you could read it.

“Deku?”, you whispered.

The cat nodded, jumped down from the table, and padded to your bed.

“No, this is just some sick joke. He died, Izuku died. I know that for a fact.”

Midoriya shaked his head at you. How could he help you? He didn’t want to make you feel any worse, but he wanted you to know he was still there. He was a cat now, but he wanted to comfort you in some way.

You were sitting on the other end of the bed, staring at this weird cat. There was no way this was Izuku. It wasn’t possible. Of course you wanted to believe it was him, but it was a cat. A weird green-ish cat with beautiful emerald eyes.

“Izuku died.”, you said quietly.

You looked at the cat and it nodded at you. What was this?

You wanted to scream, cry and laugh, all at the same time. This was so confusing. He had died, and now there was a little cat version of him in front of you. What was going on? Were you going crazy from the grief?

“Are you him?”

The cat padded closer to you and looked at you in the eyes. It looked determined when it nodded at you.

“Izuku?”, you whispered.

Did he make this even harder for you? He didn’t want to cause any more pain to you. He just wanted you to know he was alive. Even if he was just a cat.

You scooped the cat into your arms and buried your face to it’s fur. It was so soft and warm and it reminded you of Izuku’s hair. You laid down, and the cat laid down beside you.

Izuku would stay by your side. He watched as you fell asleep. He curled up next to you and listened to your breathing.

~Bakugou Katsuki~

“[Name], I’m sorry to tell you this, but Katsuki has passed away.”, his mother said.

“Thanks for letting me know.”, you said coldly.

You hanged up without saying anything more. It felt like someone had just stabbed you to the heart and switched the blade to make it hurt even more. You were home alone at the moment. You managed to get to your room before you broke down. You fell to your knees and started puonding the floor with your fists. You yelled for so long, your throath started to hurt, but you didn’t care. You wanted to get rid of this feeling.

“No, no, no. Fucking Katsuki.”, you screamed.

Your cheeks were stained with tears and you felt like this sorrow was going to kill you. You kept bounding the floor with your fists even after it started to hurt like hell and your knuckles were bleeding. There was blood on the floor and you were still crying.

After all the screaming and crying, you just felt numb. You were laying on the floor and your tears were silenty falling to your hand. Suddenly you felt something fall on your back. You sat up as fast as you could. There was a cat standing in front of you. A sand blond cat, with red eyes. It seemed to be eyeing at you angrily. Just like Bakugou always did.

“Where the heck did you come from?”, you sniffled.

Bakugou had found himself on your yard. He vaguelly remembered dying and now he was a fucking cat. How the hell did that happen? He was irritated with his situation, but he had also been worried about you. He knew how you reacted when you were sad or angry. So when he had heard you screaming, he had slipped into the house.

“Damn, you’re like a cat version of Katsuki.”, you sighed sadly.

The cat rolled it’s eyes with a huff and nodded.

“What the fuck? You’re a creepy one.”

Bakugou was irritated. He didn’t give a shit he was a cat. He wanted to do something to stop you from sighting and sniffeling. He jumped to your lap and placed his front paws on your shoulders.

“Okay?”

Bakugou butted his head against your face, and pretty damn hard at that.

“That hurt dammit. Fucking Katsucat”, you muttered.

Did you just call him “Katsucat”? Were you fucking serious? Was the only thing you could think of fucking Katsucat. He knew he had some resemblance to his old human-self, but really? Fucking really?

You petted the cat a bit. It seemed to enjoy it, even though it also seemed very irritated. The cat had taken your thoughts away from your mental breakdown. Even thought it reminded you of Katsuki. You wanted to cry again, but you were too tired. You placed the cat on the floor and climbed to your bed.

“I don’t have the heart to throw you out right now, and I don’t wanna be alone.”

The cat was free to do what it wanted and to your surprise it jumped to your bed and curled up to your pillow. It was huffing and hissing, like stating an opinion of somekind.

Bakugou wasn’t really enjoying his present situation, but the fact you had stopped crying helped him a bit. But he made sure to hiss and huff at you, so you���d know he was irritated, even as a cat. He didn’t know if you had realized who he was, but you calling him Katsucat was somehow comforting, even thoght it was also driving him crazy.

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Ephemeral (Part 4/4)

Pairings: Tony Stark X Reader

Words: 1600+

Warnings: Fluff,angst.

Summary:Reader finds out that her fiance Steve has been cheating on her right before the wedding. Distressed, she turns towards Tony Stark for comfort.

Requested By: @wannabe-weasley

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Your feet unknowingly led you to the one person your heart desired to be with,Tony Stark's Lab. When you got into the elevator,when you climbed down the stairs in front of the lab doors. All you knew was you just needed someone right now. And that someone was Tony Stark.

The doors opened for with a swoosh,letting in the music and loud metal clangs,previously trapped in by the soundproof technology.

"Mute."Tony ordered to FRIDAY,when he noticed your arrival.

"Y/N honey? Are you okay?"He noticed your pale face.

"Yeah,I'm fine." You mumbled.

"What is it Y/N?"He got up from his seat,walking over towards you,as he wiped his hands on the side of his jeans."You very rarely come here,unless its for a very important reason." 

You looked down at the floor,hair tumbling around your head. "It's over." You started chuckling.

"Y/N?"

"It's fucking over. More than two years of emotional investment down the drain. And he had been playing for almost half that time. Can you imagine? How naive was I? To not notice."You scoffed.

"Y/N,look it's over.You should be glad you don't have to deal with that lying cheating bastard anymore.You are free."

"I loved him. I really did."

"Come here."He extended his arm towards you which you gladly took. With his muscular arm around your waist.he lead you to the one seater, a big one seater at that in one corner.There he plopped down before pulling you onto his lap.

"Now tell me."

You were silent for a few minutes,as he patiently waited,rubbing his hand up and down your chiffon clad back. His fingers twisted around your curls,as you figured out what to say. You didn't even know why you were here,sitting in Tony Stark's lap.

"I don't think he ever loved me."You took a deep breath."It hurts to say this,but I think it was lust all along, you know?" You looked up at him,only to find him staring at you already with his brown eyes.

"And when that was fulfilled,he just tagged me along,waiting for the right moment to leave,instead he just proposed. Why? Why did he ask me to marry him when he didn't love me? He apologised,like five times Tony. But there was no guilt. How? Why?" A tear slipped down your rosy cheeks.

"You talked to Rogers?"Tony's grip tightened around."What did he say?"

"That he was sorry and,and that he fell out of love with me,while he just fell more in love with Sharon,over the course of seven months. Seven months Tony!"You exclaimed."He played me for seven months,that's like since after Ultron.All that time and I was planning our perfect wedding like a fucking wannabe."

"Shh!"He pressed his finger against your lips,the hand slowly trailing behind to cup your head. He moved you to face him."He was your fiance Y/N and no matter how much you try to deny it,you loved him,maybe you don't anymore,but planning your wedding does not make you a wannabee." He lectured.

"I know Tony. But it hurts so much."

"It's okay it will get better."

You laid your head on his shoulder,hand resting where the arc reactor used to be. At the same time, his hands were running through your h/c locks,calming you down.You didn't cry though. You were far down that road,no need to mourn for that son of a bitch,you decided. If you were going to move on then why not start now? Why two months later?

"I love you,sweetheart."Tony's voice broke the silence.

Your eyes widened in panic. What the hell? Where did that come from? You raised your head to meet his equally horrified expression.

"Shit! Y/N I am so sorry,to drop a bomb like this on you,that too now." His anxiety and paranoia took over."Just ignore I said anything."

Your heart started beating fast,blood pumping in your veins quicker than ever before. Was this seriously happening? Now of all times?  

"What?"You let out a surprised sound at his proclamation.

"Its nothing."

"No Tony! That's not nothing. You just said you loved me!"You got up from his lap,running a hand through your already tangled hair.

"I am sorry."

"Why are you sorry? God!  I should be sorry,coming to you all these years with Steve's problems,date nights and what not." You were flustered with this new source of information. "How long?" You asked him,only for him to be sitting in front of you with the baffled expression of his. This was probably a moment to be marked in history,where the Tony Stark speechless. But right now all his mind was going through was What The Actual Fuck Tony? He really thought he didn't say it out loud.

"How long Tony?"You seethed in frustration.All of this was going bonkers. Here you were just breaking up with Captain fucking America and now Iron Man was confessing his love for you. Really God?! You looked up at the black ceiling.

"8 months after you joined the team."Tony decided to face the consequences.

"8 months?"You shouted. "I joined the team in 2013.That's five years Tony!"

"I know."

You paced in front of him. Your life really was turning out to be a roller coaster. "All these years and you never said anything. Why?" You inquired.

"Because I knew you liked Steve and I didn't want you to feel guilty or something for not loving me back."

"Guilty? I am feeling much more than that right now. I am enraged Stark. More at myself than you!" You snapped."I was so oblivious. All these years and you didn't even give me any hints."You spoke softly,taking a seat opposite him.

"Tony,honestly you have no idea how bad I feel right now. I came to you for the past three years for love advice,for fucking love advice and you never said anything.Why did you do it?"

"Because I loved you,and when you love someone what matters the most to you is that they are happy."He moved to kneel in front of you. "And if being with Rogers made you happy than so be it. But today,looking at where he has brought you in life,I regret that so much. More so than creating Ultron even. I regret not telling you I love you.I regret setting up that date for you and him. I regret I didn't tell your smile was,still is the brightest thing I see all day. That your voice is that of an angel,and when you are on a mission and I can't sleep I listen to your voicemail,because its beautiful. When you enter the room,you light it up for me. Protecting you when on the battlefield is what wakes me up every day. When you enter the room,my heart beats fast,I feel like shrapnel is attacking my heart all over again,but in a good way. I can do anything in this world,but one thing I can never do is stop loving you. I love you Y/N and you don't get to tell me to stop doing that."

"Oh Tony!"You whispered,palm cupping his cheek as you looked down on him. "You are a great man Tony Stark.And believe when I tell you this there was a time when I too had a crush on you,when I was a mere SHIELD agent. I might not be in love with your right now,but I definetely love you. And I promise you that,one day,perhaps one month from now on,or a year I will love you back. And when I do you will know,because when I love,I love with all my might. All I ask of you right now is give me time,I won't be able to do this.That won't be fair to you,not like I have been fair to you since the past few years,but still. I just need some time."

"Take an eternity if you might,just don't leave."

"Never."

"Can I kiss you? Just this once?"

You nodded your head in response. Your lips met his in a soft manner,there weren't fireworks or shocks running down your spine,but there was something there for sure,and you hoped it will rise one day. His lips moved against yours in perfect sync.His lips were surprisingly soft and warm. His nose pressed agaisnt your cheek as your arms wrapped around his neck. His too rising up only to tangle in your hair. As his mouth moved against yours passioantely his thumb caressed your face. He takes the parting of your lips as a perfect chance to enter,and so he does after licking your plump lips. You let out a low moan through his actions. But then you pull apart.

Your forehead is pressed against yours,while two catch your breath. His warm brown eyes staring into yours.

"I am sorry for this Tony."You state as you stand up. "One day I'll come back to you,but not today."

"I'll be waiting." You hear him say as you walk out of the lab. "To an eternity and beyond."

                                               ~ the end ~

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[kookie-vith-suga]

Aftermath

Word count: 1937

Warnings: Angst and for the rest you gotta read it :P

Author’s note: This will be the continuation of “Rumors” so don’t be confused by the other title ;) Since some of you wished for a second part here you go @jyeongcifer @trippykeilani ♥

ALSO IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT! I probably won’t post any stories for the next two weeks since I won’t be home a lot and then my birthday is at the end of the month so yeah please be patient with me ♥ I’ll try my best though :D

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Rumors (part 1)

aftermath

/ˈɑːftəmɑːθ/

Definitions: noun; The consequences or after-effects of a significant unpleasant event.

Every action has a reaction and this surely will have an aftermath.

Before I opened my eyes again I heard shoutings all around me:

“What happened?”

“Call an ambulance!”

“Is she hurt?”

I must have been unconscious only for a couple of seconds but apparently it was enough for a handful people to circle around me.

“Oh she opened her eyes!”, a woman called out, “Miss, are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah I am alright. You don’t need to bother and call an ambulance”, I mumbled and sat up to show I was good.

“Are you sure?”, she reassured herself.

I stayed silent for short since I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. Then I looked at her with teary eyes. “I don’t think they could possibly cure my affliction.” A pitiful look formed on woman’s face. If they could only heal a broken heart.

“The ambulance will be here soon!”, another man informed us as he just got off the phone. “Please remain lying down, young lady”, he added.

“I am really fin-”, I wanted to brush it off but a shout interrupted me: “Y/N!”

Immediately my eyes searched for source of the voice. Jimin pushed himself throught the waiting people and kneeled down beside me. He reached for my hand and pressed it to his chest. I noticed his eyes were red and buffy.

“Y/N! What is wrong?! Are you alright? Do you feel any pain?” His eyes scanned me anxiously.

I felt a sting in my chest and I wanted to scream at him. So badly I wanted to cry out that of course I was hurt. And that it was tearing me apart to see him with another girl once again. Additionally it was the girl who called herself my best friend. I withdrew my hand forcefully. “Go back to her, Jimin”, I ordered coldly.

He snuffled noisily and wiped with the back of his hand under his nose. Before he could respond he got shoved aside by a paramedic.

“We will take it from here. Thanks for your care, Sir”, said the one who dragged him away.

To be honest I was happy that they did come although I said something else beforehand. I would have go with them everywhere as long as that meant I could get out of here. I just wanted to get out of this awful situation.

After they did a couple of routine test with me they finally released me out of the hospital. The sun had set a long time ago and the sky was stuffed with dark clouds. I tightened my rather thin jacket around me and sighed. I was defeated and even felt a little dizzy after a nurse took a shit ton of blood to make some check ups. I just had stepped out into the pouring rain vainly covering my head with one of my hands as a dark silhouette approached me.

“W-what are you doing here, Jimin?”, I tried to sound annoyed but my heart made a small jump as I looked at him. His clothes were soaking wet and sticking to his body.

“May I ride you home?”, a small, hopeful smile formed on his lips.

“Did you really waited out here while it was raining like this the whole time?!”, I had to reassure myself of his stupidity.

Jimin nodded while his body simultaneously started shivering. He was a real picture of misery.

“Are you out of your mind?!” I scolded, “You will catch a cold!”

“I don’t care, Y/N! Can’t you see?! I needed to know you where alright, okay?! But they did not wanted to provide me any information about your condition so I was forced to wait here.”

“You were not forced to come here. No one forced you to stand here and end up becoming sick. I did not ask you to come!“, my voice was shaking.

“You are right. I am not here because of what you want but because what I want. What I need”, he made a pause which felt like hours. He stepped closer into the pool of a street light. “You, Y/N. I need you!” He looked right at me and tears were floating down his face. That he would cry because of me had been so out of my imagination that I really were taken aback.

“This is not fair, Jimin”, I was only whispering. I could not look at him so I lowered my heat. “How dare you to make me forgive you?! I don’t deserve to be treated like that.” Don’t cry now, Y/N! Pull yourself together.

“Neither do I ! We had been together for nearly four years now. Why was I not enough? Why did you ended it before we could work this out?”, he questioned with a pleading tone.

Anger started boiling in me and my hand lunged out and slapped him. A small echo was heard. His hand touched his cheek while eyeing me with big eyes.

“How dare you to blame me?!”, I yelled, “You were the one who fucked up! I had no other choice then to break up. In the end you where the one who cheated on me! TWICE even! In addition to that one of the girls is my best friend. Well was now! I can’t believe you said that it would be my fault.” I shoot him a piercing look.

He put his hand on top of my shoulders and started shaking me lightly. “Y/N I don’t know what you are talking about. What gave you the stupid idea I could cheat on you?! I would never do that. You are my everything!”

“Stop lying!” I took a step back so his hands sunk down to his sides, “Maia showed me the pictures where you were kissing another girl. There is nothing to deny for you!”,I made clear.

Suddenly Jimin’s features fell into a state of shock. A moment of silent spread between us. 

“Oh my god. All of this is one big misunderstanding, Y/N! You need to believe me this! If Maia showed you picture that looked like I was kissing a girl I can reassure you those are faked. She came up to me one day and asked if she could take pictures of me for an art project. I agreed before I knew what kind of pictures she wanted. As she told me I should kiss some random friend of her because apparently her topic was “love stories”, I immediately refused. She tried to persuade me the whole time that it was not a big deal and you would definetely be fine with it. I still rejected her. So she suggested that we only act like we would kiss each other. I agreed on that since I still wanted to help her out. So the only thing I am guilty of his trying to help out a friend. If I had known that she would use them like this.” I could see how frustrated he got over it. He ran his hand through his hair multiple times before looking back to me.  “I would have never done that. Please Y/N, believe me!”

I gulped before I answered: “I do.”

“Thank god.” Jimin’s eyes glowed up. “Y/N, I have missed you so much.”

I missed you too. I just needed to know one more thing. 

“D-d-did you thought about replacing me with her?”, I stuttered afraid over his answer, “Be honest please.”

“Not once. Never. She was just there to comfort me during these weeks of hell.”

“And how did she comforted you? I am sorry that sounds so weird. But I saw you holding her like you usually only hold me and I-I”,I felt like someone was pressing my throat together.

He then slung his arms around me. One hand on my neck and one on my lower back. As always. He left a couple of kisses on my shoulder and neck while rubbing soothing circles into my skin. “I never touched her in any other way then a hug. I am sorry for doing that but she played the both of us.”

I buried my face into his chest. I inhaled his scent and broke out in tears. I have fought enough for the past weeks. I had battled my feelings so long because I thought I would not be allowed to feel them anymore. Was it relieving or disturbing to find out the truth?

“Let us get out of here or we can both give us sick notes for the next days.” He chuckled and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. Together we hurried to his car. 

Three weeks had passed since then and everything seemed to be back to normal. Neither of us had only mentioned Maia’s name.

Today was a special day. Our four year anniversary. Jimin had asked me to meet him up in “Puzzles”. The premise was packed with familiar faces. I greeted my friends and family members politely but still looked out for Jimin. After a little I eventually spotted him besides the counter talking to a woman. I raised my hand to wave him but then let it sunk down again. Behind him appeared Maia.

Forgotten were all the people around and stomped over to them furiously. But before I could start bitching Jimin grabbed me and sealed my lips with his. It was a deep, passionated kiss which left me panting for a couple of seconds. Some whistling and cheers broke out around us.

“I am so happy you are finally here.” He smiled brightly and looked back and forth between me and Maia.

“Everyone attention please”, he called out and everyone hushed immediately. I looked around a little confused. He now turned to face me and took my hands in his.

“Y/N, what I will say know is something I thought about for a long time and I guess there is no better date then our four year anniversary to finally do it. Four years is a long period to spent with just one person though. But to be true I never wished for any other person then you. Of course, sometimes you are driving me insane but these moments are quickly forgotten when you then come up to me with a apology coffee. I do believe that our chemistry is unique and you make me feel things that overwhelm me again everytime”, he had turned bright red during his speech but he still continued, “Within the cirlce of your most loved once I wanted to ask you then an important question.” Jimin sunk down on one knee with a small box wrapped in red velvet in his hand. “Will you marry me, Y/N?”

I was so overwhelmed by all of this. I could not think a single thought. I just started nodding eagerly. “Yes, oh my god, a thousand times yes” He slipped the ring on my finger and pulled me into a tight hug. Everyone started clapping like crazy. Only one person was starring at us motionless.

“I love you so much”, I nuzzled into his shoulder and showered his face with kisses.

Maia shoved the people aside and stormed out the door.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He tightened his arms around me. “Sometimes the sweetest revenge is to kill them with your happiness”, he whispered. I felt him smirking against my skin and I could not help but laugh too.

Well that escalated quickly am I right? I hope you still liked it even with the super cheesy end :) Please remember that I won’t be around much for the next to weeks. But please stay tuned anyway ♥