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❀𖧷 Sweet Oblivion 𖧷❀

❀𖧷 Hawks x Reading pairing 𖧷❀

❀ Synopsis:

Small and innocent Y/n starts to attract the attention of drug dealer hawks. With a sinful desire following with it.

❀ Genre:

College AU, no quirks, drug Dealer/frat boy Hawks kinda, Heavy Smut, etc.

❀ Content Warning, please read!:

Dirty talk, drugs, drug use, praise, oral-reviving and giving, tummy bulge, unprotected sex, kissing, mature language. Etc.

❀ Word count!:

17k words.

Hawks.

Everyone on campus knew that name. Well, his nickname at least.

Keigo Tamaki.

That was his real name, but people knew him as Hawks. That’s also how you knew him.

Hair always combed back, a smile that had people falling to their knees, dimples, honey golden eyes, and money to burn. There was always a beautiful girl wrapped around his gold decorated pinkie.

Honestly the list could go on.

But, what people knew him by-

Was the things he sold.

Sure, not only did he have the looks. He always had a wonderful reputation. But he sold what people craved, what people couldn’t get.

Drugs.

Not the kind that you’d find on the streets, the scary kind. The ones you were sure to stay away from. The type that your parents didn’t even warn you about. Those types of drugs.

The scary kind.

Well, scary to you at least. All drugs were scary to you.

Everyone addressed it as candy, purely because of the fact that it looked like candy. Some of the strongest anyone could ever find. Of course, that wasn’t the only thing he sold, but it was always the most popular.

He had money, looks, and power. Practically ran the whole University.

That’s an exaggeration, but sometimes that's what it felt like.

The distant whispers, the talk around his nickname, people trying to find out what party he was going to attend. It was always unfortunate for people who just wanted to party and ended up going to one Hawks attended.

Hawks’ father held a strong financial standing, so every professor and staff always made sure to kiss Hawks’ ass.

That’s just- how it was.

And he knew that. He was so self-centered and full of himself it was dislikable. Such a high standard for anyone he met, and judgmental to a pulp. He hid it, but that's how he really was.

Sure, you’ve had a weird appeal to Hawks. Everyone did! But it’s never been something you’ve truly thought about. It was just like a -how do you put this- a friendly admiration!

Yeah, that seemed about right!

You just thought he was a cute boy in your class. So, you never really thought about it.

And, well-

He probably didn’t even know you.

Probably didn’t know you exist. But, that was fine. He was a hallway crush that was never going to happen. And, you never wanted it to happen.

You were too sweet, too innocent, too kind and forgiving for Hawks. Emphasis on the innocent part. The two of you were polar opposite at that.

Yet, that didn’t stop you from talking about how cute he is to your best friend Rumi from time to time. Who also happened to be your favorite roommate out of the four.

“I don’t know, s‘just- something about his smile.” You said giggling, recalling a time he smiled at his girlfriend. Or, who you thought was his girlfriend. “That girl that he was with- what was her name?..” You thought for a moment, looking away from your computer. Taking a moment to stop doing your assignment and think. “Jessie, Jackie..” You looked at Rumi.

“Victoria.” She added.

You laughed at yourself, “Huh? Where’d I get a J?” You shook your head, “oh, so- they‘re dating?”

Rumi nodded, thinking to herself. “Pretty sure. Or, they’re about to.”

You nodded, pouting slightly. You softly said, “That was my man Rumi.” She laughed, shaking her head and sitting up. Going to the refrigerator and looking inside.

Rumi was your elder, about 1 year older. Someone you’ve known for quite some time. She was the polar opposite of you. It actually sort of threw you off. Of course, there were some similarities. Even so, they were slim.

She always found a party to go to, no matter what time of day it was. Yet, still had time to study and teach you concepts you didn’t quite understand. It was rather shocking. Her grades were amazing, and she knew what she wanted to do with her life. She was just living it to the best she could.

Honestly, she was peaking.

“Hey, Sweetie?” You hummed out a response, looking over to her. “Would you care if I threw..” Rumi cringed. “..a party?”

You raised an eyebrow at her, “No?” You softly said, “But, where would you do that?”

She grimaced, “Here.”

You blinked innocently at her. Taking a moment to think about it. “When would you be throwing it?” You said, pulling up your calendar.

Rumi bit her lip, sucking on it before speaking. “Like, tomorrow.”

You looked at the date, noticing it was going to be on a Saturday. Luckily nothing really important was coming up, so with that- you replied, “Yeah, sure! I don’t see why not!”

Rumi smiled, jumping up with excitement before nodding. You smiled, looking back at your computer and trying to finish your assignment.

❤︎︎

You yawned, taking a few tired blinks before shoving your face into your hoodie. Your professor's voice just blending into the background. You probably should’ve slept earlier. Maybe even taken a quick cat nap before coming to class.

You played with the waistband of your sweats, your hoodie staying over your head. While your messy hair fell in front of your face. Not helping with identification due to the black mask you were wearing.

To say you looked like a mess, was an understatement. You told yourself you looked like a hot mess. Like, an attractive mess. Which, you never cared to debunk.

When someone pulled a chair next to you, making you turn your head to them. To your surprise, and slight horror, it was the one and only Hawks.

His head turned to you, a sweet yet charming smile on his face as he spoke. “Is this seat taken?” You softly shook your head, thickly swallowing as he nodded and sat down. His hand came to the top of the desk, which was covered in gold rings. Not to many, just enough to let anyone know he had money.

His hand went to his backpack, pulling out all the contents inside. Overall, just him getting ready for class. Which, he was 50 minutes late for. You didn’t even know why he showed up at this point. You wouldn’t have.

Actually, you would’ve. You would’ve felt really guilty if you didn’t.

He pulled out his computer, his eyes turning to you. “Sorry, to bother you. But- could you send me the notes.” You looked at him, taking your eyes off your tablet.

Not having a lot of energy to speak, just yet, you meekly nodded, putting a small thumbs up. He nodded his head, pulling up his g-mail. Then sliding his computer to you, allowing you to see his contact info. You sniffed, downloading your notes and composing an email. Then adding the notes and sending them to him. Looking at him and nodding, a small habitual smile on your lip. Making the corners of your eyes crinkle.

He laughed, “Great thanks, appreciate it.”

You looked back at the board. Catching up on the last of the notes. Tilting your head and squinting. A part of you wished you sat closer to the board.

That would’ve been a good idea.

“So, you goin’ to Rumi’s party?”

You looked at him, thinking for a moment. “Not, really.” you softly said.

Hawk’s eyebrows went up. He definitely wasn’t expecting that. He thought he was talking to a guy in his class, not a girl.

Just in an instant his whole persona changed. His body now faced you, his head tilted in your direction. As he smiled, “You should go, I’d love to make a new friend.” Which was another word for client, you just didn’t know. Hawk’s is always looking for more people he can sell his ‘candy’ to.

Girls also happened to be quite easy to swoon.

You let out a small laugh, covering up the nervous feeling in your belly. As you nodded and looked back at your tablet. “Uhm, I’m good.” You softly said, “Thank you though.” Your cheeks had to be slightly tinted red.

His arm came over your shoulders, making you still for a moment. A sly smile as he spoke, “C’on, it’ll be fun.” He got close, making you smell the nice cologne he was wearing. “You could be my girl, for a day.” You blinked at him, your eyes meeting his.

And almost like that, he was hooked on you.

You had a weird untouchable vibe. One that a dirty, narcissistic Hawks knew he shouldn’t touch. He shouldn’t be around you. You were too cute and sweet for that. Your eyes held an innocence he no longer had.

One he wanted to taint with his own hands.

Now, if only he could get a look at your face. See if you filled that standard he had for all the girls he talked to. A cute face to match the perfect and innocent eyes.

Nothing too hard?

You softly giggled, hearing the Professor end the lecture. You backed up, slowly leaving his arm. Grabbing your bag and swinging it over your shoulder. Effectively giving the two of you some needed space. “Thank you,” you said sweetly. ”But, I’m going to pass.” You said, turning on your heel and walking down the stairs to the doors. Finally taking in a deep breath. Glancing over your shoulder, seeing Hawks also pack his things away.

Hawks was the type of boy your parents warned you about. No matter how cute you thought he was, a part of you knew he was trouble.

Hawks’ goal was to catch up to you, hang out with you for a little, but by the time he was done packing- you were already gone. Making him slightly annoyed. He sighed, rolling his eyes and turning to his friend. Who just happened to be walking by.

“Shigaraki, do you know who the girl I was sitting next to was?”

He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. “Y/n?” He said, thinking to himself. “The one who always wears, like, pajamas?”

Hawks shrugged. “Don’t know.”

Shigaraki laughed, raising an eyebrow at him. “What? Did that little Peach pique your interest?” He said, grabbing a cigarette. “Or is she just hot?”

Hawks looked at him, smiling while shaking his head. “Not from what I saw.” Hawks said, ignoring his first question. He put his hand to his neck, rubbing it. “I just need more buyers.” He laughed, licking his teeth. An obvious truth and lie.

“What about that one girl? What was her name?” Shigaraki snapped his fingers a few times, trying to recall the fair skinned woman. “Victoria, was it?” He said, “What happened to her?” Hawks watched Shigaraki reach for his pocket, pulling out a pink Hello Kitty lighter. One Toga bought for him as a joke.

Hey, a good lighter was a good lighter. The fire was pink and everything.

“Nothing.” Hawks put his hand in his pocket, reaching for his phone. Feeling it vibrate. “She’s just.. not always around.” Clicking onto the text message, he almost rolled his eyes. It was Victoria. “And when she is, I fucking hate it.”

Shigaraki laughed, looking directly at the girl Hawks was ‘praising.’ “Speak of the devil.” He said under his breath. “See ‘ya.” Hawks nodded at him, giving a small wave.

Hawks turned his head at Victoria, smiling and walking up to her. His iconic dimpled smile caught a few people's attention. He placed a kiss on her lip, while grabbing her waist. Hawks’ hand touched her long brown hair, moving it out of her face. “Hey.” He whispered, effectively making the beautiful girl laugh.

She tilted her head, her golden hoops shifting with her. “Hey,” a similar fonted response. “I’m feeling bored.” She quipped, grabbing his hand and locking his fingers with hers. “Let’s go get ice cream or something.” He gave a flat smile, nodding his head. Hawks’ head went up, pulling her with him as he moved forward.

When his golden eyes went to the coffee shop on campus. And there you were, taking your order. Your hoodie was off, revealing the hair you’d been hiding. While you nodded enthusiastically. Moving your hands and explaining what you wanted.

Your face still covered by the fucking mask.

A part of him wanted to go get coffee, maybe even speak to you again. Yet, with Victoria tugging on his arm. Dragging him to reality again, he couldn’t. Victoria pulled him left, making him follow. Trying to recall where the Ice-cream shop was.

His head turned back to the coffee shop, taking a final glance at you.

It did make him think.

Maybe you weren’t as ugly as he thought.

❤︎︎

Rumi swiped the mascara over her long eyelash. Giving her already beautiful lashes more volume. Something you didn’t even know could be possible. She glanced at you through the mirror. A cute smile pulling on her lips.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go, Darling?”

You smiled, shaking your head politely. Standing near the door frame with your hands behind your back as she slowly approached you. She placed her things down, clinging onto your body. Hands reaching into your hair. “C’on! I ‘wanna style this adorable hair!” She cooed, her hands went to your waist. “Give this body the attention it deserves!”

You flushed, pushing her off you. “Stop!” You softly wined. Giving a giddy smile.

Rumi shook her head, pouting at you. “No! You need to show off your sexy body!” She laughed at your tinted pink cheeks as you looked away. You moved to the counter, taking a seat and smiling. One leg crossed over the other. “Rumi, I love you. But you know I really don’t like parties!” You almost wined.

Rumi groaned, “I know! I know! Just, why do you hate parties?” She moved her hand through her white hair, combing the long locks with her fingers. Her tan skin complemented the color perfectly.

You cringed, recalling the last time you went out. “Well,” you started. “Last time I went out, someone threw up on me.” You shuttered, “I think it was a very eye opening experience.” Your legs swung back and forth, lightly hitting the cabinet.

She threw her head back, laughing loudly. “Oh Honey,” she said through laughs. “I promise you, no one’s going to throw up on you at my party.” She grabbed your face, placing a small kiss on your cheek. “I’ll make sure of it.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “No, I’ll pass.” You politely declined, jumping off the sink and onto the ground. Swaying back and forth as you dusted yourself off. “I’m going to my room.” You said, walking out of the restroom. When you quickly paused, “Hey, Bunny?” She hummed, acknowledging your question. ”Can I borrow your noise canceling headphones?”

Rumi thought about it for a second, “No.” You glared at her, making her laugh. “Sweetie, even if you wanted to be intimidating you wouldn’t.”

You just left with an adorable huff.

❤︎︎

The music was loud. So loud in-fact to the point where you couldn’t even hear yourself. You couldn’t even hear your thoughts!

Okay, fine. That was an exaggeration.

You could hear distant laughter, drinking, and swimming. That wasn’t it, but that's what you could hear. The bass of each song made you jump up in your seat, the vibration moving in your heart.

You swigged your hips back and forth, bouncing with the Doja Cat song playing in the living room. Lip syncing to the song while you could smell something distant in the hall. Head bopping to the beat and as you lightly danced.

You went through your closet, looking at all of your clothing. Pressing it to your chest then throwing it back.

Nothing was really pressing to your interest.

You groaned, going to your bed and flopping onto it. Jumping up slightly due to the bounciness. You grabbed the pink bunny Rumi had gotten you. Which was practically your size. So, in other words. A pretty big stuffed animal. To you at least.

You sighed, melting into the stuffed plush. Thinking to yourself.

You wanted to get something to drink, maybe a little snack. Because currently the one in your room was starting to get repetitive. Jolly ranchers. Just something to keep you from starving. The thing was, you needed to go down stairs to do that. And you really didn’t want to go down stairs in your pj's.

No matter what.

So, you tried finding something that would help you blend into the crowd. Which was kinda hard to do- when more than half the things you owned were hoodies and sweatpants. And the remainder of the clothing was just your pajamas. Which sort of sucked in situations like this.

You propped up from your bed. Looking back at your closet.

Remembering a certain box hidden in the corner. You jumped off your bed, walking to the back of your closet. Opening the door and going on your knees. Reaching for the box in the corner.

It was pink, decorated with stickers from your teenage years. A pink ribbon wrapped around the whole box, a beautiful bow laid in the center. Decorated with while lace and blue dots. A piece of card written and connected to the loose strand of the bow. You flipped it over, smiling at the little note written.

‘To future me ♡︎’

Softly tugging onto the ribbon you tilted your head, noticing how it fell off with ease. You pulled the lid off, revealing the clothing inside. You wondered if your high school clothing still fit you. You pulled out a skirt, the light blue color matching with your skin color.

As a high schooler you always wanted to wear it, but with your protective parents you never were allowed to. And soon enough, it became a habit in your routine. Wearing ‘modest’ things, which soon spiraled into something more. You never went out to parties, and when you did- You never really had fun.

You adjusted your black knee high socks finding it slightly bothersome how often they fell down your thighs. Although, it was nice how your oversized shirt fit you comfortably. This was the most seductive thing you’ve ever worn.

And you were doing it in the comfort of your own room.

You placed the skirt down, reaching for another article of clothing within the box. It was a shirt, one that was longed sleeved and white. The part over your chest tied over, allowing it to get tied behind your back. You wondered when was the last time you wore something like this.

You pulled off your shirt, putting on the white one. Seeing the way it revealed your cleavage, and almost seemed smaller than that last time you wore it. Well, the last time you wore it you were probably 16. Which would make sense considering you were turning 20 in half a year.

It made you worry about how the skirt would fit you.

You grabbed the skirt and slipped it over your hips. Wiggling into the article of clothing due to the plush of your hips. After a few seconds, you successfully got the waistband to sit nicely at the smallest part of your waist. You looked at the mirror, tilting your head at yourself.

Instantly you covered your face with your hands. Blushing as you huffed.

You couldn’t wear this.

It was too much!

It was odd. Your sweet figure, completely warped into something different. That cute aura showing but- somewhat hidden. Ridden into something more- inviting. Almost tempting and sinful...

Your eyes and thighs, giving anyone a reason to come and talk to you.

Rumi would be proud.

Thankfully, you still held that sweet and innocent nature. You were still the kind and innocent Y/n, just looked a little more- inviting.

You took in a deep breath sighing into your hands. You let go, adjusting your socks again. A part of you was wondering if you should put on your shoes. You laughed at yourself. You weren’t going to put on shoes in your own house.

You went to the door, taking in a deep breath. Holding it for a second before releasing it quickly. You pouted, clasping your hands together and reaching for the door. Instant doubt and fear filling your mind. Should you do it? Should you go outside? You shouldn’t, but you were. And, you wanted to. You nodded to yourself and opened the door. Closing it behind you.

Instantly, you were met with the loft. That smell from before enhancing, making you cover your nose on instinct. A few people took a glance in your direction. Curiously looking at your figure.

In an instant you felt naked, the skin showing prickling up with goosebumps. You gave a soft smile, waving at them awkwardly. Your cheeks slowly turning hot. You nodded your head at them, watching the way they turned back to their friends. Engaging in the conversation they briefly stopped.

You moved through, looking at the colored lights. Pink and green were the dominating colors, a few spots of blue flashing every now and then. You placed your hand on the stair railing, slowly walking down the stairs and trying to find the kitchen. While making sure not to bump into anyone.

You stepped onto the cold tile. Looking around and moving to the kitchen. Standing on your tippy toes so you could try and see past all the people in the house. Which, surprisingly, was a lot. It looked like a total of 120 people. Maybe there was more?..

You walked to the counter, grabbing one of the red solo cups and going to the Sprite. Pouring some into your cup and peering over your shoulder. Catching a glance at the people sitting on the couch, talking to each other. A part of you wished you could talk freely like that. Have people hanging on every word you said, craving to hear what you had to say next.

The cold Sprite hit your hand, making you glance at the drink and notice how it overfilled the cup. You bit your lip, making a small face and sighing.

You quickly stopped pouring your drink, screwing the cap on and taking a sip. Trying to even out the amount within your cup. You looked through the kitchen window, peering over to the pool. Seeing Rumi in her bathing suit and sitting on the edge of the pool. Dipping her feet into the water. A red solo cup in her hand as she spoke. Confidently recalling a story about her and a friend. Something about how they stole a pack of beer.

You laughed, looking at the counter again and trying to pick a snack. One that was going to fill the craving you were slowly developing.

You lightly groaned, noticing more than half the snacks were empty. The ones remaining, were remaining for a reason. You sighed, grabbing your drink and taking a tiny sip. Looking at the people who were in the living room again. It looked like no one you knew, so with that, you slowly started to trek to your room. Taking another sip of your Sprite.

A piercing, yet excited scream made you freeze. Turning your head over your shoulder and peering at the person who just screamed. Silently hoping they weren't screaming at you. “Y/n! Get your cute ass down here!” Rumi was running at you, grabbing your hand and pulling you down the stairs. Gushing about how you looked, “Oh my gosh! You look so cute!” You cutely smiled, turning to follow her and giving a curt nod. You lightly laughed, looking at the ground and following to where she was pulling you.

Rumi put her hand on your waist, guiding you outside and flopping you down on a pool chair. You skirt bouncing up then floating down. You blinked at the sudden movement, Rumi coming behind you and resting on you. Arms wrapped around your waist as she rested her chin on your shoulder.

“Y/n, meet my friends.” She said, pointing to the people in the group. Her hand went to a man with back hair. “That’s Dabi.” Her hand moved to a man with blue hair and a girl that was blonde. “Shigaraki and Toga.” Then, moved her body, adjusting herself and pointed to the remaining people. “Hawks, twice, Kai, and-“ She snapped her fingers, trying to think for a moment. “Shit.. Krono!” She smiled into your hair, “And that’s Krono.” She repeated, happy she could remember the stranger's name. You gave them a smile, waving gently.

A soft, “Hello.” Leaving your mouth.

Hawk’s eyes went to Shigaraki. Giving a silent word of, ‘Oh, this is interesting.’

Now, Hawks was hooked on you.

Who knew you were such a pretty lil’ thing. An innocent yet sinful, lil’ thing. Your little and intimidated nature was alluring him. He wanted to be the one holding you, not Rumi. The one speaking against your ear and introducing you to his bad friends.

Honestly, you couldn’t get any sweeter.

When, Dabi bumped into him. “Hawks, did you bring anything with you?”

His golden eyes met Dabi’s icy blue one. But, before he could even respond, wanting to explain ‘Yes, but not any for him.’ Rumi stopped the whole conversation.

Her hand went over your ears, “Nope! Not around this little candy.” She quickly said, “She doesn't do drugs, or anything.” She strictly asserted, glaring at Hawks and Dabi.

Hawks had a cocky smile, as he tilted his head mockingly.

You’re only getting sweeter.

Now, there was one thing that would make you better.

“C’on Rumi.” Hawks slowly remarked. “Don’t be like that, stop treating the girl like she’s a lil’ virgin.” He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you to sit next to him. His arm went around your shoulders as you looked at him. Those beautiful eyes blinking at him with confusion before smiling. God, he was getting pulled to you. Almost like a rabbit hole, getting deeper and deeper.

Rumi huffed, “No, get your grubby hands off her.” She spat. You looked at Rumi, giggling. You hand covering your mouth as you waved your other hand dismissively.

“No, Rumi! S’okay! Promise.” You reassured, giving a kind smile.

She pouted, turning the other way and speaking. “No Honey, you’re my little baby. I know these people are-“

“Are what?” Dabi cut in. Taking a long drag of the cigarette Shigaraki had given him. Tilting his head and looking at you. “The girl can talk to whoever she wants.” Exhaling the smoke in your direction. You stifled a cough.

Rumi subtly cringed. “Are not your crowd.” She finished, whispering.

You bit the bottom of your lip, turning in Hawks direction. He tilted his head down slightly, trying to see the face you were making. Almost instantly, he picked up on you and Rumi’s dynamic.

She was the one with all the experience. Knowing what’s good and bad. Experiencing everything you never did. While you on the other hand, never experienced anything. You probably had the protective parents who did everything in their power to protect you from all the bad things in the world. All the bad people in the world.

People like him.

So, Rumi practically babied you. You were something she wasn’t so, she did everything in her power to protect that.

But, by the looks of it- you didn’t want protection. You didn’t want to be treated like a baby, you wanted to be a big girl. And Rumi could only protect you so much from that. So much from him.

Hawks had a small thing for girls like you.

Virgins.

You looked back at the group, kindly smiling at them all. While you grabbed your drink, taking a small sip before putting it by your feet. Watching the group discuss something you knew nothing about. Which was fine by you, it was not like you’d talk to these people again. (You secretly wished you would.) So, you just polity nodded. Pretending to follow with every word spoken within the group. Hawks arm still wrapped around your shoulders.

Toga, a girl with a short red dress looked at you. “So, she’s done nothing?” Toga’s eyes grew, a smile that was cute yet ridden with something evil. “Not even kiss anyone?” She giggled, eyes glowing with curiosity.

Shigaraki smiled, looking at you. Grabbing a cigarette and his iconic pink Hello Kitty lighter. He was intrigued, letting the girl ask you the rude question.

You awkwardly giggled, lifting a finger to your mouth. Nodding your head, “I’ve kissed someone.”

Toga tilted her head at you, her bangs falling with her. “How many people?”

You opened your mouth, sort of confused on why she kept asking you questions, but answered anyway. “Uhm, I believe- like 3 people.” You softly laughed, almost embarrassed. “One of which was Rumi.” You pointed at her, waving gently.

When someone pulled a chair next to you. Making you turn to them, curiosity plaguing your features. It wasn’t normal for a random stranger to just sit in a friend group.

She wore a lacy dress, one in all black, adding to the color of her hair. She smiled at you, glancing at the group right before looking at Hawks. Her smile faltered for a moment, seeing the way Hawks rested his arm against you before she spoke. “So, what did I miss?” Her voice was deep, honey ridden and seductive. Sending a chill down your spine. Rumi smiled at her, handing this mystery girl a cup. You couldn't shake the look of her. She looked very familiar.

“Oh, nothing Vic. Just random stories that have happened since we last met up.” You felt Hawks arm slip from your shoulders. Checking his phone for a non-existent notification and stuffing it into his pocket. Keeping his arm to his side. A subtle way to stop holding you.

You didn’t notice. Just slightly engrossed by the pretty girl currently sitting next to you. She had a way of speaking that made you want to listen, the words she chose were said with purpose and reason. (It was something you strived to be.) Which made her next statement, rather shocking.

“Keigo, Baby.” She softly said, leaning forward to look at him. Ignoring you in between them. Rumi knew what she was doing, you on the other hand didn’t.

She was about to 1-up you.

“Do you have it?”

Hawks debated on answering for a moment, before nodding. Giving his iconic smile. “Of course.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small plastic baggie. A white powdery substance resting inside. “It’s practically prepared, just needs to lined it up.” He placed it on the table resting it between the group.

She whined, “Oh, come on Keigo!” You noticed she used his actual name, again. So, did Rumi. You didn’t know why, but Rumi did. The girl continued, “I told you I wanted strawberry.” She moved forward, revealing her cleavage.

Hawk inhaled, annoyed by the sudden attention this girl had on him. Dabi playfully nudged his side, “C’on Hawks.” Dabi tilted his head, trying to get a better look at the girl. “Get Victoria her drugs.”

So that’s why she looked so familiar.

Hawks wanted to punch Dabi. He was purposefully trying to annoy him. But, he just laughed. Smiling at the girl. “Doll.” He started. “I need you to pay for it first.” Hawks’ eyes went to you for a split second. “Then, I’ll give it to you.”

Victoria laughed, not ignoring the small glance Hawks took at you. “Do you not want to do this here?” She said, laughing at the situation. She pointed a finger at you, starting to speak again. “Is it because of her?” She giggled, standing up. “Because, there’s a bedroom inside, I’m sure we can finalize our deal there.” She looked directly at you, smiling. “And the payment as well.”

The group snickered noticing what she was doing. Doing to you.

See, that annoyed Hawks because he knew what she was doing. And he hated she was doing that to you. A girl that didn’t even compete with you. Don’t worry, Hawks was going to embarrass her. Way worse than she did you.

Thankfully, you were too much of a doll to know what she meant. Clear by the way you innocently blinked at her, not understanding the context of her words.

You got the whole drug part, just not the payment. But don’t worry, Rumi understood all of it. And she knew you didn’t. She was going to keep it that way.

Rumi knows you find Hawks attractive but that’s as far as it’s going to get. She didn’t want a horrible man like Hawks resting so much a pinkie on your delicate figure. She had to restrain herself from snatching you back when Hawks took you. Yet, she didn’t expect what Hawks said next;

“I need the money.” You glanced between the two of them, slightly confused.

Victoria’s eyebrows met together. “What?” She almost sounded offended.

Hawks gave a fake yet charming smile. “I need the money, Honey, either that. Or.” He tilted his head. “No drugs.” He gave her a wide toothy smile, showing off his fangs. His dimples are prominent and almost mocking.

She opened her mouth, shocked for a moment before stuttering. “But- I..”

With a snap of a finger Hawks mood depended. “Are you telling me you can't pay?” His eyes darkened significantly, his friends looking away from the scene unpacking in front of them. You, on the other hand, were grossly invested. This was the first time you’ve ever seen Hawks like this. It was different, and made you squish your legs together. A small spark shooting through your body as you did so.

He stood up, walking closer to her. “You know I hate it when people can’t pay.” His hand went to her waist, pulling Victoria close to his body. His free hand moved a piece of hair behind her ear. Cupping her face. “So, I’ll ask you again.” He moved in close. “Can you not pay?” Their noses were practically touching.

The group was silent, everyone trying to secretly observe the situation. Victoria moved closer, “I thought that-“

In an instant his hand claps over her mouth, cutting her off. “Then you didn’t fucking think enough.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek before shoving her off him. He grimaced, before smiling licking his teeth. A mocking laugh leaving his mouth as he sat back down. Glancing at the girl.

“Now, go be a good little Puppy.” A high pitched voice. ”And fetch me, my fucking money.” She stood there stund for a moment, while the group broke out in a large fit of laughter.

Rumi dying specifically before speaking, “See ya in five, Dog.”

Shigaraki huffed, “And make it snappy Puppy.” And in an instant, the whole group was mocking this poor girl. It was shocking, seeing how fast a group could change their whole dynamic.

She choked, biting her bottom lip before scoffing. Letting out a little, ‘Fine.’ Rumi giggled, waving to her.

You on the other hand was feeling a guilt build up in you. You turned to Hawks, tugging his shirt to catch his attention as you cupped his ear- whispering into it. “Don’t you think that was- sort of mean?” Hawks looked at you, tilting his head. Making you keep talking, “I mean, just- I feel bad.” He gently smiled at you.

Of course you did.

“Don’t worry, that's how we always play.” That was a lie. “Right guys?” The group nodded their heads, Rumi just looked away not saying anything. “See?” He lied again.

It took a few minutes, but the group soon followed with Victoria. She threw the money on the table, Hawks pushing Dabi forward to count it for him. Dabi grabbed the stack, quickly counting the amount.

You felt your stomach swarm with butterflies, wasn’t this illegal?

You knew that what Hawks was doing was wrong but, you never really thought about it. It was something distant.

Like a problem that made you sympathize with the person, but never truly troubled with. It was distant. Yet, watching this in-front of you made it more- real.

It made you squirm in your seat.

Dabi nodded at Hawks, getting closer and whispering something to him. Hawks nodded his head, glaring at Victoria. He sat up straight again. “Where’s the rest of it?”

Victoria sat down. “That is- the rest of it.” She quipped, looking at her nails. Hawks looked at Dabi, when he shook his head.

“You have enough for-“ He took a glance at you, “What’s on the table.” He leaned forward, “But, that's it.” She huffed, taking the small baggie.

“Fuck you.”

Hawks laughed, trying to find a way to escape this boring situation. Maybe escape this boring situation with you. “You already did, Dog.”

Hawks sighed, rolling his shoulders out. “I have to use the restroom.” He stood up, looking at the house. Instantly you were on your feet, smiling at him. Just like he knew you would.

“Want me to take you there? People tend to get lost.” You quietly added that last part. Thinking of that last person that visited your house. Hawks sweetly smiled at you, nodding his head. Knowing full well he knew where the restroom was. You giddily smiled, reaching for your cup and taking a sip of your Sprite. Which was starting to turn flat. Your mood dropping for a moment before walking inside, Hawks slowly trailing behind you.

He took a glance at Rumi, seeing the hot glare she was giving him. He knowingly smiled, scrunching his nose for a second before looking back at you. You pressed forward, turning over your shoulder as you pointed to the kitchen. “Before I show you where the restroom is, can I refill my Sprite?”

Hawks blinked at you, not knowing why the hell you were asking him before smiling. Nodding his head and following you into the kitchen. Right before you poured yourself a drink, Hawks stopped you. His body pressed behind you as he bent down. Resting his chin on your shoulder.

Trying to ask this question as innocently as possible, he went- “Have you ever drank?” You turned to him, smelling the cologne he was wearing.

You nodded, “Yeah! I’m getting Sprite right now.” Your eyebrows met together, “I’m pretty sure I drank some near the pool.”

Hawks laughed, shaking his head. “No Y/n, alcohol Baby.”

You flushed, noticing how dumb your response was. Before softly shaking your head, your eyes trailing over his face. Your sight lingered on his lips for a little longer than you intended. Something that went noticed by Hawks. “No?” He confirmed it to you. His voice was soft and gentle. “Do you want to try some?”

You found yourself frozen. Your parents always told you never to drink. How it was bad and something you could get hooked on. So, you hastily bit your lip, meekly shaking your head. Hawks didn’t say anything, just looked at your face for a second longer before smiling. The dimples you were honestly starting to love showing through. “Good girl.”

He got off your shoulder, pouring the sprite for you. You muttered a small, ‘Thank you.’ Before you had him following you upstairs. Hawks purposely took longer to follow you. Staying behind to catch a glimpse up your skirt. Peaking at the cute thin pink panties you were wearing. You lead him to the bathroom, pointing to the room and smiling. He looked at you, “Where’s your room?”

You blinked at him, sort of confused. “Uhm, that door.” Hawks walked to the door you were pointing at. Putting his hand on the handle.

“This one?”

You nodded, which led him to opening your door. Walking inside, your eyes widened. You quickly followed him, watching the way he observed your room. He looked so out of place. The pink, white, gray color scheme made him pop. He turned his head to you, smiling. You wondered why he smiled so often.

“Let’s hang out here.” You nodded, closing the door behind you about to walk to your bed when- “Lock the door. This is about the time people start going into rooms.” He shrugged, “We wouldn’t want that happening.” You hesitated about that, taking a moment to follow his words.

You knew that doing that probably wasn’t going to be a good idea.

Your parents warned you about boys like Hawks, but you found yourself pushing them away. Forgetting what warnings they told you. So, you locked the door. Taking a moment to walk to your bed. Taking a seat and crossing your legs over one another. Taking another sip of your Sprite.

Hawks sat on the ground. Near the table, resting his arm on it. “So, how long have you and Rumi known each other?”

You pressed a finger to your mouth, trying to recall the whole time you’ve known the girl. “Uhm, I think since freshman year? Freshman year of high school that is.” You softly said, “I’m not completely sure.”

Hawks nodded, trying to re-calling when Rumi started to talk about you. But, he couldn’t seem to remember. Almost like, she purposefully made sure to keep the two of you separated.

That surely didn’t last.

“How long have you known all your friends?” Your voice was soft.

Hawks looked to your roof, shrugging. “They’re not really my friends. Just people I tolerate.” He recalled a time he and Dabi had an argument, revealing everything he feared about his ‘friends.’ So, now he just views them as people who help pass time.

Your eyes softened, “Awh, that’s not good.” Hawks looked at you shrugging. He watched as your eyes lit up. “Wait, what if we became friends!?” Hawks blinked at you, almost stunned.

He couldn’t recall the last time someone asked to be his friend. Maybe in elementary? It seemed childish, something people wouldn’t do anymore. He just laughed, nodding his head and responding. “Yeah, we’re friends.” You excitedly smiled. Nodding your head enthusiastically.

You pointed to the drink near your feet, “As your first act as my friend, hand me my drink.” You paused for a moment, thinking. “Please.”

Hawks laughed, shaking his head. “We’ve been friends for less then a minute and already making me do things for you?”

You laughed, “Of course.”

He rolled his eyes, handing you the drink. “Here you go Princess.” You smiled, taking the cup and bowing slightly. “Thank you my faithful servant.”

Hawks reached for his pocket, pulling out another small baggie. He shook it, allowing you to look at it before placing it on the table. You got out of bed, slowly crawling to the table. You looked at Hawks, blinking at him with those innocent eyes.

“What’s that?” You knew what it was, or at-least had a faint idea.

He gave you the simple answer, “Drugs.” He pulled you closed, letting you sit in between his legs. His hands moving from the thin of your waist, to the fat of your thighs. “Want some?” You found yourself slightly clouded, mind full of the fact that Hawk’s hands were on you. And another part of you felt bad.

This was the second time you were going to say no to Hawks. Yet, this was bad. Drugs were bad, they were something you were told to never try. Never to do. You found questions swarming your head.

Were they that bad?

Maybe, your parents were over exaggerating.

Maybe, they weren’t that bad.

Still, with the doubt swarming your head you shook it. Cheeks hot and red with embarrassment. You were an adult, you shouldn’t let their word influence your actions. But they knew better, you should be listening to them.

You shouldn’t even have Hawks in your room right now.

“No?” Hawks’ voice cutting into your mind, pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked at him, shaking your head. Confirming his words. That’s why Hawks liked you so much.

He smiled, parting your hair and exposing your neck to him. His lips resting on the nape of your neck. “You sure?” You tensed, shivers shooting up your spine with every word he spoke. You didn’t respond this time.

He took it as his que to keep talking. His hands massaging into your hips. Ghosting your skin. “Drugs can make you feel real good.” He kissed your neck. “In ways you’ve never felt good before.” You breathed out, fluttering your lashes.

You nodded, allowing him to move his hands off you. You watched the way he grabbed one of the ‘candies.’ The strawberry look seemed very deceiving for what it really was.

Hawks was your friend, he was here to keep you safe. You could trust him.

He moved his hand forward, bringing it close to your mouth. You quickly opened, trying to get the drug inside your mouth, when he gripped your jaw with his free hand. Stopping you from getting any closer. “See, this is quite strong.” He said, his lips pressed to the shell of your ear. Now he could smell your sickly sweet perfume. Your back was perfectly pressed to his front, allowing him to feel you. “Are you sure you want to do this?” You turned to him and paused, taking a long moment to nod. He smiled and nodded his head. He turned you, so your back was facing the table before speaking. “Open.” You quickly obeyed. “Stick out your tongue, Pretty.”

You moved your thighs together, getting that same sensation from before.

You took a moment to do that, then felt the drug being pressed onto your tongue. You took it into your mouth, holding it there for a second. A weird strawberry and tangy taste washing over your mouth. Keigo smiled, “Press it to the roof of your mouth.” You did that, and almost instantly you cringed. Nose scrunching as it dissolved in your mouth, the drug mixed with your saliva moving down your throat slowly.

You rested your head on Hawks chest, feeling his hands on your thighs. He pulled you up, sitting you so your legs wrapped around his waist. Eyelids slowing down as you slowly found yourself in the drug he’d given you.

His hand reached for the table, grabbing another drug and popping it into his mouth. He sort of felt bad, he didn’t want only you to experience it. Although it would be completely different for the two of you. Considering these drugs didn’t really affect Hawks.

You softly giggled, pressing your nose against his neck. “You smell nice.” Hawks laughed, looking down at you.

“Do I?”

You nodded your head slowly, “Mhm~”

Hawks couldn’t help but laugh. You were adorable drugged out. Eye cloudy and slightly red, the way your body slowed down significantly, how you stopped caring that your skirt was no longer covering your panties. God, you were so sinful.

Did you know that?

Well, you fucking should.

Hawks felt his head get a little heavy, something normal to him. He licked his lips, grabbing your Sprite. Finding himself getting thirsty. You, quite pathetically, tried stopping him. Reaching your hand out, and stopping him from taking a sip.

“What, do you think.. you are doin’?” He found it cute that you slurred your words.

“Taking a drink.” He added, playing dumb.

You shook your head, “No, that’s mine.” You giggled, leaving close and mouthing the word, ‘Mine.’

Did you say mine twice? Did you even say mine?

He laughed, “Here, I’ll take a sip. Then, you’ll take a sip.” You nodded once, watching the way he lifted his head. Taking a few sips of your drink, his Adam apple bobbing with every swallow.

He pulled back, looking at you, “Want some?’ You slowly nodded. Following the cup with your eyes. Feeling the rim press against your bottom lip. You pressed your lips to the cup, letting Hawks lift it. You took a few sips, looking at Hawks. A silent way of telling him to stop.

You softly smiled, your face slightly drugged and giddy. You could just smell his cologne. It was driving you crazy. His lazy smile was becoming more attractive by the second. A weird pull to him was becoming stronger, heavier. You wanted to be closer to him, closer than you were. If that was possible.

“I wanna’ be closer.” You softly said, mouth pressing against his neck. Eyes fluttering with heaviness.

Hawks looked at you, smiling at him with a hint of amusement. You backed up, tilting your head Slowly blinking at him, a drugged out smile on your lips. Your hands sliding up his body and resting them on his shoulders.

“We should kiss.” You softly said, “I’ve always wanted to make-out with someone.” You knew what you were saying, while at the same time you didn't.

Hawks raised an eyebrow at you, tilting his head. “I’m sure I heard you say you've kissed someone?” He whispered, his lips fanning over yours.

“Mhm,” your head nodded, biting your bottom lip before speaking. “Yeah, but it was always like-“ Your drugged mind didn’t know how to describe a small peck. So, you pressed a small kiss against his lips. Tasting the strawberry on his lips. It only lasted a second, before you pulled back. “Like that.”

God, you were so sweet.

His hand moved to the center of your waist. Gripping onto you. “Oh, so you want something more?” You nodded eagerly. Jumping up and down lightly as you got closer.

He choked on his breath, tightening his grip on you. “Okay, just follow my lead.” His voice was soft and gentle, making you smile. You nodded, feeling his hand trail up your torso.

One of his hands went to your chin, tilting your head up and pressing his lips against yours. You lightly moaned, scooting yourself closer to him. Pressing your breast against him unintentionally, finding yourself melting into the man. Lips moving together to the song playing downstairs. It was gentle yet quick, something you were starting to catch on.

Hawk’s hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer to him. One of your hands trailing into the curls of his hair. Your plump and strawberry flavored lips meeting together. Your eyes fluttering as he rubs his hands on your hips. Making sure to keep his hands outside your skirt. He was patient, and he would wait for the reward underneath.

You pulled back, eyes shimmering as you blinked at him. He was somewhat surprised by the effect kissing had on you.

You felt your body growing hot. A tingling sensation developing in the pit of your stomach. The way every touch Keigo had on you made you jolt with- a weird good feeling. One that eagerly made you want to kiss him again.

You leaned in, wanting to kiss him again but he stopped you. His hand collided gently with your throat. He clicked his tongue, “I think that’s all I can do.” He cooed, recalling what Rumi said earlier. “You’re just a little baby.” He tilted his head, mocking you. “One that shouldn't be doing things like this with a bad man.” Clearly intending himself.

You quickly shook your head, “You’re not bad!” You defended, “You’re my friend!”

Keigo smiled, “I’m also Rumi’s, and she doesn’t think so.”

You pouted, your body still craving that feeling from before. “I don’t care what Rumi thinks.” You softly expressed, “I wanna be a big girl!”

Hawks smiled, knowing exactly where to take this. “Then, you need to act like it.”

You nodded, smiling innocently at him. “Okay!”

His eyes darkened. He pinched your cheeks, forcing you to look directly at him. “Let’s take it slow, I’ll kiss you.” He leaned close. “Really, kiss you.” Hawks smiled, “Open.” You pouted before following instructions, opening your mouth. Hawks nodded with praise, “Good.” He cooed, not missing the way he felt your hips twitch.

His tongue swirled over your, following with a kiss. A part of you swore you felt something in the middle of his tongue. Something cold and hard, when it hits you. Hawks had a piercing! Somehow, it made you feel better. You couldn’t help but think about the sweet honey kiss that he was giving you. Slow and hot, something you couldn't help but moan at. It felt so good! His hand went to your skirt, finding the thin pink underwear you were wearing. Pulling on it before letting it snapback. Making you gasp.

The tip of Hawk’s tongue tracing around yours, another heated kiss following. Your small hands grabbing onto his shirt to stabilize you. His saliva mixed with yours, sweet from the drug you took earlier. He adjusted himself, moving his hips up and against yours. Feeling your hips move with him. A soft moan leaving your occupied lips as you did so.

This felt really good.

Tongue matching his, Hawks big hands caressing the inside of your thighs. Getting closer to the place that was growing hot. You could feel your panties getting slick and sticking to your pussy. Wet with your essence. Unknowingly craving to be touched. Hawks pulled back, giving you a lazy smirk.

Hawks was close to losing every single strand of patience in his body. The way you were panting, slowly starting to rock your hips closer to his hands. Effectively grinding on his growing cock. Your panties ruining his very expensive pants. It was so cute. You were adorable. Even like this. Desperate for the next thing he would do.

He gave a small kiss to your nose, grabbing the back of your thighs and pulling you up with him. Instantly your body moved closer to him, your arms wrapping around his neck. Your legs hooking around his torso. Making sure you wouldn’t fall.

Hawks gently placed you on the bed, letting you sit while he just stood. Hands on yours and he slowly went to his knees. You tried kissing him again, hands landing on his shoulders. Trying to pull him close to you, but he grabbed them. Stopping you.

You pouted, a small whine leaving your throat. You wanted to feel that electrifying feeling within your stomach again. The feeling that made you want to rock against him. Shut your thighs and rub them together. Sending that satisfying feeling of pleasure to your needy pussy.

It was funny to Hawks. He knew you’ve never felt anything like this before. Which made you crave it even more. So desperate for something you probably didn’t even know existed. Which was amusing to Hawks. He wanted to keep you around. Maybe a little more than he cared to admit. Keep you close and on a leash, dress you in the sluttests clothing for all his friends to see. Show you off like a small doll or trophie.

Maybe, he felt kind- let his friends watch him fuck you stupid. Praising you about how good you were doing for him because, at the end of the day. His dick would be the only one getting you high on pleasure. He’d be the only one to make you cry and beg for more.

Don’t worry. He’d treat you well.

He’d treat you like you were a princess. Always buying you whatever he wanted, (He had more than enough money then he’d like to admit) and always put your adorable little needs ahead of his.

He’d kill any man who dared to lay a finger on you.

Because you were his.

He decided that when Rumi formally introduced you to him.

Keep you drugged and high, clinging onto him and only him. Your innocent doe eyes filling up with tears when he’d fuck you with his cock. Soft pants and moans leaving your lips as you didn’t know how to handle a big cock like his. Now, he was a little desperate for something. Yet, he stayed calm. He didn’t want to scare you.

Poor thing.

“What?” He asked cockily, denying the kiss you so desperately wanted. The feeling deep in you that you were craving. You pushed your plump lips together, watching as he chuckled. “Words, Lovely.”

“I want a kiss.”

He laughed, “Do you like kissing?” He asked, his tone deepening.

“Mhm!”

Hawks laughed, humming back at you. Mocking how you responded to him, before speaking again. “Or, do you like the feeling it gives you-“ He pressed his finger against your clit, watching you jolt. “Here?” Your thighs clamped around his hand, a surprised breath escaping your mouth. He hummed a condescending, ‘Hm?’

You bit the bottom of your lip, nodding your head slowly. His nose touched your neck, his finger moving to the inside of your thigh. You almost cried for him to put his hand back when his lips met your neck. A pleasurable shiver shooting through your body.

“What about this?” He asked against your neck, his deep voice vibrating against you. Another kiss. You soon felt something warm and wet slowly move up to your ear. Making you moan, really moan. “Feeling good, Beautiful.” You looked at him, softly nodding. Loving how each word and action had such an effect on your body. Shivers and twitches all caused by a few kisses and touches filled with desire. Thoughts filled with desire.

Little did you know, Hawks enjoyed that very thing.

You were a virgin.

Hawks rested his hand on your knees, rubbing them soothingly. He backed up, looking you in the eye. “Okay, Pretty.” He started, resting on his knees. Softly pulling your legs apart. Allowing him to look at the cute pussy hidden between them. He wished you weren’t wearing panties, but didn’t worry too much about it. They’d be off in a few seconds. Your short skirt not covering what it should. “Have you had anyone touch you here?”

You blinked at him- panting while your cheeks dusted pink. A subtle shake of your head, one he barely picked up on made him continue. Both his hands following the curve of your thigh. Getting closer, and pressing under your skirt. You thickly swallowed, glancing at his hands and face.

Did he want to touch you.. there?

But, that was something private. Something you thought no one would touch, let alone see. You felt yourself starting to panic, but tried hiding it.

“Keep your legs apart, do not close them.” He slapped your thigh, making you yelp. “Or, you’re not going to like what I do next.” His hand went to your chest, pressing you down. Resting you against the plush sheets of your bed. You thickly swallowed, slowly falling back. Looking at the roof of your room. The lights outside illuminating it. Which wasn’t much considering it was well past 12 am.

Hawks grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to his face. Lifting your skirt and looking at the thin pink panties that separated you from his mouth.

Hawks never really liked drugs. Sure, he sold them- but it was just to get money. He hadn’t really found a drug addicting enough to make him want to use it again.

Yet, seeing you like this. Embarrassed and eager for what he was going to do next. Yeah, he was getting addicted to that. He held the back of your thighs with his big hands. Not giving you the opportunity to move. As he did a hard kitten lick. Eyes bouncing up, trying to see what reaction you would give. Before removing your panties, keeping them stung at your ankles and licking up your pussy.

Instantly you gasped, hand clamping over your mouth. Trying to keep the lewd noises that threaten to spill from your lips. Hawks slapped your thigh again, shaking his head. “Dont.” He asserted, a little annoyed by this stupid attempt to keep quite. Hawks didn’t want that, he wanted to hear how good you felt. Hear how good he was making you feel.

This was a small shock. Hawks was licking you- down there? Wasn’t that gross? It was something you would want to do! So, why was he?

Was this normal?

You meekly nodded, lowering your hands and gripping onto the soft white sheets. The fat of his tongue followed up to your clit, the tip swirling around it. His golden eyes seemed to glow in the dark watching the way your chest jolted. Lips parted as you moaned, gripping onto the sheets as your hips jolted forward. Trying to get more of this pleasure. He laughed against your cunt, continuing his abuse on your pussy. Enjoying the way you tried holding your legs apart.

Hawks closed his eyes, practically feeling them roll to the back of his head. Hearing your soft pants and moans. You tasted so good. Something he’s never had before, but knew he couldn’t live without. He craved for something like this, it was an ache he always knew he had but never knew he’d find it in a person. A sweet lil’ thing like you.

He moved his hand to his cock, adjusting his hard on. Trying to release some needed tension. His hips bucked into his hand, desperate to feel something. Anything on his aching cock. He knew if you were anyone else, this wouldn’t be happening. He’d just be fucking you then forgetting what your name was in a day.

Cover it up by calling you puppy.

But, you weren’t any girl.

You were now his girl.

His hand moved, palming the outside of his pants. Groaning against your pussy as he continued to eat you out. Getting off to every whimper, moan, and breath, that left your pretty little mouth.

You were too drugged and fucked out to notice. Your legs twitched with every swipe Hawks did over your pussy. Your hands trying to grip the sheets harder but it clearly wasn’t working. This weird coil of pleasure building within your belly. Making you babble something to try and warn Hawks. Yet, you couldn’t even understand anything that was leaving your mouth. Your mind just filled with Hawks.

You felt something cold in the middle of his tongue. Sending a shiver up to your chest that made tears pearl at your eyes. You gasped, his tongue pressing down on your clit. Moving it back and forth as his piercing tongue continued to send cold shocks through out your body.

The contrast of his hot and wet tongue to the small cold bead swiping over you was making you babble. Words you couldn’t understand with broken moans about how good it felt. You didn’t know if you wanted him to stop or keep going. You knew you didn’t really have a say in that currently.

Hawks hand came down to your pussy. His mouth sucking onto you clit, once, twice before letting go with a lewd- ‘Pop!’ His left fingers replacing his mouth so you wouldn’t get too needy.

“Feelin’ good?”

He knew he was making you feel good, he could tell by your fucked out face. He just wanted to hear it, or at least see it. You perked your head up, trying to nod but you couldn’t. His finger rubbing slow and pressured circles on your clip was driving you insane. Again, this curling string continued to spiral inside you, pleasure building upon itself. Hawks laughed, going back to your pussy. Taking two fingers and spreading you apart. Tongues hitting all the places he couldn’t before.

He wanted to prep you for his cock.

His finger slid down, his mouth replaced his finger on your clit. Sucking on it gently before slowly sliding his finger into you. Trying to see how you would react. You just choked on your breath, caught off guard by the intrusion. Hawks was already reassuring you, “Don’t worry. This is just another way to feel good.” You nodded, turning your head and resting it to the side. Closing your eyes as you felt this prickle of pleasure slightly intense.

His finger slid inside then outside of you, following the movement of his pierced tongue. Pressing up light then slowly entering and exiting. You could feel your voice louden. Unable to keep quiet and still after a few pumps of his thick finger. The gold of his ring pressing against your pussy every time his finger entered you. Evening out the contrast of how hot you were feeling. Your eyes rolled into your head, toes curling as you groaned. Unable to express how you were feeling. And weirdly, you felt so close to the end. Like something was about to happen.

When his second finger entered you, stretching out your little pussy you felt tears fall down your face. That coil inside you was about to snap, and-

Oh my gosh, were you about to pee?!

A panic shot through your body as you tried preventing it from happening. Trying to take your mind off things and to the music playing outside, listening to the lyrics and trying to recall what song was playing.

It wasn't working.

His fingers were still working into your cunt. Tainted with the slick you were producing.

“Hawks!” You gasped, trying to form words but unable to find the right ones. You were trying to do the next best thing, which was warning Hawks.

Yet, he ignored your plea. He just smiled to himself, sucking into your clit and pressing his fingers inside of you, mumbling a small- ‘Found it.’ As he pressed his fingers up. Effectively hitting your g-spot.

Your vision went white, back arching as you quickly gripped his hair. A high pitched moan leaving your throat as you squirted on Hawk’s face. His mouth was already latched onto your pussy, collecting it into his mouth. He softly groaned, closing his eyes and tasting you. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. Looking at you with his golden honey eyes as he cockily smiled. Gripping the back of your thighs and resting them on his shoulders. Taking a long final strip of your pussy and kissing your thigh. Watching you pant as you melted into the soft white bed. Clearly exhausted by the high you just received.

You looked adorable, cuter than normal. Your eyes were still watery and red, the bottom of your lip slightly swollen from you biting on it, and your body abused from the pleasure you were receiving. He was guessing this was the first time some guy had ever eaten you out. Maybe, this was your first time in general.

It made him even harder.

You slowly blinked, trying to gain your sight again. Shakily inhaling and exhaling. It was something you’ve never experienced before. Your body just didn’t know how to react.

Hawks moved over you, resting his forearms by your head. Smiling at you. “How you feelin’ Doll?” You slowly brought your head to look at him, your tired eyes peering back at him.

You softly nodded, your mind still a little hazy. You didn’t truly trust yourself to speak as of right now.

Hawks rubbed your cheek. Dipping his face and pressing kisses to your neck. Feeling as you slowly started relaxing. He hummed, letting you relax for a moment. He knew once he started again, you would collapse from exhaustion. Drugs and euphoria didn’t mix well together. (Well, they did.) They’d always lead up to the person craving sleep. Yet, that was the worst part of it. You wouldn’t be able to. Just stay up feeling every movement and sound playing. Amplified in your head. Hawks knew exactly how to make the best of that situation.

“Love?” He softly said, making sure to be gentle with you.

That would change in a bit.

You nodded, moaning ‘Mhm?’

He brought his face in-front of yours. “You want to be a good girl, right?” You nodded, bringing your head up and giving him a quick kiss. Falling back on your bed and sweetly smiling at him. Loving every name and praise he gave you. It made your mind fill with lewd thoughts about what else he would call you.

Hawks smiled at you, “Y/n?” He cooed, making you eagerly nod. Hawks sat up, grabbing your waist and hoisting you up. Pulling you against his chest. One hand firmly on the back of your waist, the other grabbing the back of your thigh. Lifting it and slotting himself in between your legs. Allowing your bare pussy press against his clothed erection. You gasped, thighs shaking as you buckled forward. Feeling the hard bulge rub perfectly against your clit.

He caressed your face, smiling at you. His eyes were heavy and lust ridden. He grabbed your hand, pressing it to his chest. While you leaned forward. Words slipping from your mouth. “I wanna’ make you feel good.” That sentence reminded you why you stayed quite.

He let out a small laugh. He wasn’t going to let you, but if you insisted.

He really did want to see how your doe eyes would look at him while you were sucking his cock. But, he thought against it. Like he acknowledged before, he wanted this whole situation to be about you. (And, not scare you.) However, with the cute way you were looking at him. Grinding your pussy against his hard cock. He couldn’t say no.

Not to you.

He undid his belt, pulling it off and tossing it to the side. Your eyes followed it, yet you couldn't hear the sound when it collided. The music was starting to get louder. Making it harder to hear Hawks’ words.

So, he pressed his lips to your ear. “Knees on the floor.” You looked at him, nodding and following instructions. Finding your knees against the soft pink carpet you bought. You didn’t really like having wooden flooring so you bought something cute for it.

Hawks grabbed your cheeks, making you look directly at him. Not the cock in his left hand. “You're going to do what I told you before.” He smirked, “Open your mouth.” You shakily exhaled, thickly swallowing. Opening your mouth slowly, Hawks smiled at you. “Stick out your tongue.” He cooed. You felt your pussy twitch, butterflies in your stomach swarming into your mind. You stuck out your pink tongue, closing your eyes. Hawks just adored your obedience.

God, you were such a slut.

He pressed the swollen tip of his head against your tongue, lightly tapping it. You fluttered your eyes open, keeping them half lidded. Leaning your head forward to completely capture the head of his cock in your mouth.

Now, a part of you thought this was gross.

So disgustingly nasty. The way he laced his fingers into your head, your tiny mouth unable to take much of his big cock. However, you couldn’t deny the way your pussy clenched around nothing. Wanting to grip onto something to ease the growing heat inside you.

You felt Hawks ease your forward, forcing you farther down his cock. He grunted, flinching for a moment before cooing at you again, “Good, you’re doing so good Lovely.” Yet, he couldn’t stop the next phrase that left his mouth.

“Such a slut for my fat cock.”

Your eyes widened, your throat constricting as you tried swallowing the lump -or cock- in your throat. Your legs mushing together as your bare cunt slicked up your thighs.

Did you like that?

You didn’t know? Was that something girls were called during- during this? Was it supposed to feel that good?

You closed your eyes, pushing forward. Your tongue tracing the underside of his cock while you deepthroated him. Nose pressed to his abdomen as he grunted. Breath caught in his throat as he bit his lip. Eyes closing and rolling back.

Your small inexperienced throat was heaven. You were trying so hard, it truly was something adorable and sinful to see. The cute way you looked up to him, backing up and licking down his cock. Lashes fluttering as you took him whole again.

He loved seeing the way your back arched, eyes growing with tears with your cloudy and dreamy eyes. He wanted to grab your throat, feel himself inside you. Deep inside, reaching a place no other man can. No other man had. See the budge every time he forced you to deep throat him.

The cute way your hips squirmed. Eager to grind your bare pussy against something. How you enjoyed every single second of his cock inside your throat.

Little whore.

You tried breathing through your nose, finding it hard to do the act. Hawks just smiled at you, his breath heavy and shaky. The hand in your hair slightly tightening as he helped you a bit more. Moving you up and down his cock as a pace he preferred more. As much as he wanted to cum, he knew you suck on his cock wasn’t going to do it. Not yet at least. You needed a bit more experience, but don’t worry.

He’ll be the one to teach you everything.

Even so, he loved the way you looked choking on his cock. He shuttered, your tongue following a particular vein underneath the head of his cock. A groan leaving his mouth. As his hand slithered down to the back of your head, allowing you the pace you liked. Which happened to be constantly deepthroating him. (That’s what he liked about virgins, they were always very eager.) Seeing the way your neck bulged every time you went down. Constricting your throat around him every time you swallowed.

Little did he know, you were secretly wishing for those rude words again.

Slut.

Whore.

Playing on repeat in your head. Your pussy gushed every time he said that, even more than when he praised you. Is that what big girls were called? Is that why it felt so good?

Maybe it was the drugs thinkin’, you didn’t care. Just liked the feeling. Being desperate and oblivious.

He chuckled darkly, moaning as he slowly pulled you off. Watching the string of saliva that connected you to his cock break. Your lips shiny with the residue. The only reason he didn’t fuck you already was because he knew it would hurt. It never hurt anyone to lube up, saliva being the next best thing. Which would be good once he did fuck you.

Hawks grabbed the bottom of your chin, lifting your head up to look at him. “Let’s do something new.” He softly said, bring you onto the bed.

Hawks tilted his head, “You know my name Y/n, don’t you?” You nodded, moving your leg over his. Sitting on his thighs, trying not to glance at what you so desperately wanted to look at. Something you shouldn’t want to look at. “Okay, good.” He said, “Because, that’s all I want to hear ya’ say when I fuck you like a whore.”

That burning sensation returned. Pussy twitching with desire.

“Okay?” He cooed, eyes trained on you and only you. You nodded, biting your bottom lip. Hawks picked up not too long ago how you liked to be called crude things. He wondered what your parents would think. Here was their little girl, sucking the cock of a drug dealer who was nothing but full of himself. Obsessed with himself. Their innocent, sweet, baby girl’s pussy slobbering onto his cock. Beggin’ to be filled with his cock.

Don’t worry, he’d be nice.

At first.

Then, another part of him wondered. What would Rumi think?

He stopped thinking about that.

Hawks grabbed your hips, lifting you up and right to the head of his swollen cock. “Okay, it may hurt for a bit.” He cooed. Kissing your nose. “But, you’ll feel real’ good after a while.” You nodded, looking down and watching his hand move up and down his cock. Cheeks tinted pink. You looked away, feeling like you shouldn’t look, shouldn’t be doing this. That doing anything like this was wrong.

Hawks knew what you were feeling.

You were supposed to be doing this with someone you love, someone you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. A good person who would treat you in all the best ways. Someone you planned your life with. Your future with.

Not him.

Hawks knew he liked you, a little obsessed with you even. Yet knew, he wouldn’t be here for too long. Maybe 2 years at most. Til’ you graduate at least. He’d treat you wonderfully, but he knew the truth.

He grabbed your hips, stabilizing you. “Ready?” You opened your mouth, looking down. Trying to follow what he was doing. Which was sort of hard, considering how hot and heavy you felt. You spread your legs, supporting yourself. As Hawks slowly lowered you on his cock.

You felt his swollen head hit your slit, making you shudder. You whimpered, tears pearling your eyes as you looked down. Feeling Hawks enter you. You gripped his shoulders, the burn of being opened by this thick and long cock making you whimper. His golden eyes bounced to your face and hips. Your skirt hid yourself from what Hawks really wanted to see.

He liked the stocking on you, they were sexy. Just, he wished everything else was off. Wished he was a little more patient with your clothing. Rather than just tearing your panties away and eating you out. He decided, once you were fully situated on his cock he would take them off. Torture you while he was at it. Just make it a little more enjoyable for himself.

You shook your head, feeling the stretch becoming too much. “Hawks,” you pleaded, “It’s too much, can’t-“

He clicked his tongue at you, “Yes, you can.” He asserted. “You’re going to take my cock like a good slut.” He said, staring daggers at you. “Okay, Beautiful?” You took a moment to respond, pouting as you finally nodded. Jolting as you fell deeper into his cock. Keigo did feel bad. Watching the way your eyebrows met together in discomfort. Your sweet and sore voice ringing out a- ‘all of it?’

He knew you were asking if all of him was inside you but he just clicked his tongue, shaking his head. You weren’t even halfway there. Poor thing.

“Count with me.” He softly said, lowering you down.

“One.” He waited for you to speak.

Quivering lips you spoke. “One.”

“Two.” Your voice quickly followed. Each inch disappears inside you beneath your skirt.

After a few more numbers -6 to be exact- he smiled, pressing your ass on him. “See, done.” He said. “No more.”

You gasped, feeling like you couldn’t breathe. Keigo filling you to the brim. Every vein and twitch he had, you could feel inside you. In a way you never knew existed. Keigo bit his lip, resting his hand on your thighs. Lifting his hips up then down, watching your expression diligently. Trying to see what you liked. You slowly breathed, trying to get used to the stretch that was currently happening inside you.

His cock hitting a particular place that made you buckle your hips forward. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you did so. “Fuck!” You moaned, toes curling as you slowly grind your hips forward. Enjoy the sensation. It was starting to feel good, too good. Keigo’s eyes fluttered, feeling you constrict around him.

Your pussy was so tight and warm. Practically inviting him in. Desperate for his fat cock. Calloused hands gripping onto you and bucking into your pussy. Only every few seconds. He was letting you do most of the work. His groan vibrated in his chest, head tilted to the side with a cocky smile.

“Like that?” He said, “Like being filled with my cock?” You nodded, lifting your hips only slightly and dropping them again. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix in the most delicious way. Desperate to gain that feeling again, you did it again.

And again.

Until, Keigo stopped you. His hand gripping your waist and keeping still on his cock. Not allowing you to move. You whined, wanting to continue but he just slapped your thigh. Effectively shutting you the fuck up.

One hand trailed up your back, grabbing the ribbon to your shirt. Pulling on it, and trying to smooth it off you. You just grinded your hips, humming as his hands slowly moved the shirt off your body. Revealing the pink push-up bra you were wearing.

It had a white lace wire, some spots of flowers. Keigo noticed how your panties, -which was long gone- also matched the bra you were wearing. A part of him wondered if you knew he was going to fuck you.

Keigo’s hands moved to your skirt, looking for the zipper and unzipping it. Making it completely loosen around your waist. Showing off the small curve to your figure. He pulled it up, throwing it over your frame. His eyes instantly went to the sight in-front of him.

Your small pussy taking his cock. It almost made him roll his eyes back. You were twitching, wanting him to do the same motion from before. Sliding in then out, sending small doses of euphoria through your body. You were silently begging him to continue. You had a feeling that he wasn’t going to do that until you were fully nude.

You reached your hands to your back, reaching for the bra clip that kept your breast together. You struggled for a moment, something that Keigo truly enjoyed to see before you found the clip. Quickly pushing it together and unhooking it, instantly a slight relief flooded you. Almost pleasurable.

Keigo moved forward, moving his hands along your bra strap. Slowly pulling it off your shoulders and then your body, not before he pressed himself to you. Kissing your neck and covering your exposed breast. He chuckled against your skin, his eyes catching the small of your hands trying to pry off the black stockings you were wearing. His hand tangled in your hair, and tugged it back. Biting your neck, “That stays on.”

You gasped, nodding your head. Feeling his tongue hit your collar bone and slowly slide up your neck. You shivered, head tilted back as he lowered his face to your chest. Taking one of the buds in his mouth and sucking. Moving his hips up and pressing into you. Relishing the way you groaned and tried to grab onto something.

You felt good. Really good. It was something you couldn’t describe. It made your voice ring out, ears mute to any noise that wasn’t your moans or Keigo’s words. Maybe the music playing in the back, but only very faintly.

You lifted yourself, then slid forward. Taking him all in you. Your eyes rolled back, your cunt clenching around him. Your throat tightening as you choked on your moans. Unsure how to handle yourself in this situation.

“Hah~” your moans were getting louder. Keigo’s hands on your waist, firmly grasping you and helping lift yourself. Soft groans leaving his clenched teeth as he felt his cock get sucked in by you. Just as eager as to were to kiss. He bit your neck, his sharp canines making you yelp. He was just trying to stifle his pleasure.

Your pupils were dilated, his fingers going to your clit. Rubbing soft and firm circles. Your head almost exploded as you arched your back. Head tilted back as you tried to breath. Being stretched out for all you're worth, filled to the brim of his cock.

“Kei!” You pleaded, unable to form a sentence. A wire of pleasure twisting inside yourself. On the brink of snapping. “I’m- god! I’m-“

Keigo grinned at you. “Gonna’ cum?” He mocked, “Huh, slut?” You nodded, feeling the strings pulling apart. A sting of moans getting higher and higher. God you were- you were!-

“Y/n?”

Keigo’s hand pressed onto your mouth, it was so quick you could register it. Just noticed he stopped moving. That coil of string losing its momentum. That sensation just fading, slightly. One more pump, one more rub on your clit. That’s all you desperately needed.

You didn’t even know how Keigo heard her voice, you didn’t. You were just frozen, Keigo’s hand pressed over your mouth and other hand holding your hip still. You couldn’t move. Literally couldn’t move.

It was funny, every girl you met always had a story to tell- explaining how they realized how weak they were compared to the other sex.

This was yours.

You were just frozen in place. Back arched and head tilted back, looking at the door behind you. Blinking in confusion. When, you noticed. The door knob was shaking. Someone was twisting the door knob.

Was someone trying to get in?!

You pulled your head forward, your glossy and red eyes wide and panicked. Scared someone was going to see you getting split by Keigo’s cock.

You’d look like such a whore.

The hand over your mouth slowly pulled off your lips. Keigo raised it to his, pressing it to his lips. Telling you to be quiet.

The voice rang out again, “I wanna show Victoria the bunny I bought you! Open the door, Honey.” Rumi was a smart bunny, -something she liked to refer to- she came into the house looking for Keigo. She assumed you most likely went back into your room.

So when she couldn’t find Hawks, or you. She got a little worried. (God, that made her laugh.)

No, she wasn’t worried. She was pissed. She hoped that her Big Brother wasn’t fucking her best friend. She would kill him if he was.

And by his car parked in the front of the house, the two of you missing. She was about to fucking kill him.

You were hers! Something kind and sweet, an energy source for her. Something Keigo couldn’t have. That’s why she tried so hard to keep you two apart. Keep you apart from her friends. You were just too sweet for that.

So, she got an excuse to bring Victoria up to your room. The girl was equally as curious as to where her beloved Hawks went. Now, you just needed to open the damn door for her.

“Y/n?”

You didn’t say anything. Keigo glancing at the door and then at you. Hearing Rumi’s pleas and knocks. He didn’t care. Not one bit. He liked you, and wanted you. Rumi wasn’t going to change that.

No matter how much she liked you.

That fact only made this so much better. The fact that he can’t have this, shouldn’t want his. It just made it so much better. So much more… satisfying.

“Y/n, I know you’re in there.” She said, pressing on the door. You shivered, body twitching. His cock rocking inside you. Your eyes crossed. You were so, so fucking close.

Keigo was in a small debate, he wanted to continue. Keep you high on pleasure, but didn’t want to deal with Rumi just yet. His sister was a pain in the ass when pissed. He didn’t know why she officially introduced him to you. Maybe a weird attempt to keep you and Hawks just friends. Which backfired horribly.

Another part of him was seeking for that. Wanted to see her reaction to seeing you bouncing on his cock. What she’d do. Maybe yell at her- ‘She’s busy sucking my cock.’

Damn, now he wished he took a video of that. Show Rumi and his friends how much of a slut you were. Show how defile Rumi’s little crush could be.

He’ll try to be more aware next time.

But, he wasn’t going to do that. (For now.) He didn’t want to see you cry when you heard what he did. You were too sweet for that. He wanted to treat you perfectly. Well, as perfectly as a drug dealer could.

Keigo pressed his lips to your ear. “Talk to her, don’t want her gettin’ too worried.” He licked your ear. You shivered, fluttering your eyes and nodding.

“Uhm,” your voice was shaky. “I’m about to go to bed, Bunny.” You said, voice slightly quivering. Moving your hips back and forth, trying not to moan.

“C’on,” there was desperation in her voice, Hawks picked it up, you didn’t. “Bunny, I-“ Keigo grabbed your face, kissing you. You moaned, leaning in close and closed your eyes. A satisfied sigh leaving your occupied mouth. Keigo didn’t want you looking, let alone thinking about anything else that was him. So, good luck with trying to respond to Rumi. Especially with the evil idea brewing in his head. He lowered his mouth to your neck, allowing you to respond.

“Y/n, I need you to open this door.”

You didn’t know what to say, you were stuck. “Rumi, I’m tired.” Your voice was strained, so that could be believable. The best thing to do was just claim, “And I have a guest over! So, once he leaves I’ll- Ah!” You clasped your hand over your mouth, hiccupping as Keigo’s hips started moving against yours. His hands on your hips, making you jump up and down on his cock.

He smiled at you, “Go on.”

“Y/n!? You okay?”

“Yeah! Just, please -please, god- let me handle..” You stifled a moan, gripping onto his shoulders. Oh my god, you were going to cum. “My guest Bunny.” You gripped onto his shoulders, moving your hips up and down with him. His cock sliding in-between your gummy walls.

Rumi was silent, before shakily sighing. You glanced at the door, some guilt building within you for lying. “Bunny,” You said, biting your bottom lip, looking at your ceiling and whispering- ‘oh my god.’

You were so close. “I’m fine… hah!”

It happened so fast, Keigo fucking into you. Hitting that sensitive and spongy spot from before. Your back arching as you just moaned, your body shaking with pleasure. Keigo shut you up with a kiss, making sure to keep hitting that same spot as you finished. Feeling you moan vibrate against his lips.

Rumi just sighed, nodding her head. Not wanting to know what the two of you were doing. She just hoped it was drugs, and only drugs. Even so, she didn’t even want that to happen. She swallowed, “Okay Honey, just be safe.” She looked at Victoria, seeing her on her phone.

“Is he there?”

Rumi smiled at her, nodded her head. “Yup.” Her voice was enthusiastic.

It made Victoria grit her teeth. “So, they’re fucking?” Her voice was laced with venom.

Rumi just smiled, giving her a look before continuing down the stairs. She didn’t care what Victoria thought, she cared about you. Rumi was going to get you.

Soon enough, she’ll be the one making you see stars.

You sighed into Keigo’s chest, melting into him. Your body was exhausted. It’d probably be good to work out more. Hawks looked at you, hand crawling into your hair. Then yanking it back, mouth pressing to your neck. “Lovely, I haven’t finished.” You blinked, some tears pearling at your eyes.

“I’m-“ you thickly swallowed,

“Are you tired?”

You meekly nodded, resting into his chest. Hands going under his shirt and feeling the skin underneath. Sighing as you felt your head throb slightly. He noticed, grabbing your face. “Alright, how about we switch.” His voice was soft, soothing the aching in your head. As much as you wanted to do what he proposed, you just- didn’t know what it was.

You nodded.

He smiled at you, “Atta’ girl.” You felt his hands on your waist, pulling you to the side and resting you on the bed. Shifting so he was on top of you.

Your head rested on your plush pillow, Keigo’s hands were propped at your side. He smiled at you, watching the way you relaxed into the bed. “Better?” You nodded dreamily, peering at him through your lashes. He kissed you quickly.

Keigo smiled at you. To be honest, this was his least favorite position. Missionary. He felt it was too intimate. Too loving and close for his taste. So, he never did it. He always made sure to keep a level of distance and clarity between him and the person he was fucking.

Didn’t want to give false hope.

But, you were different. You were so-

Intoxicating.

The way tears were pearling around your eyes, unsure whether they were full of pleasure or pain. Your small hand gripping onto his broad shoulders, your body so small and tiny compared to his. The inward gasp you took, trying to breath every time his cock so much as entered an inch into you.

Were you flexible?

He laughed.

He was about to find out.

He sat on his knees, grabbing the back of your thighs and pulling them up. Only a small stretch, making you look at him. Eyes wide with confusion and need. He could feel his eyes dilate. Watching the way he pressed your thighs to your chest. Your face was cringing with the big stretch.

He was just cooing at you. Telling how well you were taking his cock. How amazing you feel. How addicted he was going to get to your pussy. Watching the way he pressed his cock inside you, kissing your cervix. His cock shiny with your slick and watching it start pooling down your legs. His cock twitching with every thrust that went inside you. Your body jumping up and down, moans filling your room.

Your stockings were starting to fall down. Your face contorting into one of pure pleasure. Your pussy twitching around him, sucking him in every time he pulled out.

You on the other hand were trying to grab onto something. Just stabilize yourself.

Keigo was following after you. Groans leaving his mouth and eyes rolling to the back of his head. A pleasure shooting through his body every time his swollen tip hit your insides. So warm and hot. Gripping onto him and pulling him in. So slutty. He bit his lip, tilting his head back and swallowing a loud moan. He needed to stabilize himself.

He didn’t want this pleasure to end. Not yet.

“Grab your thigh.” He said through grit teeth, watching the way you druggly nodded. Clearly not understanding what the hell he just said. It was cute, just as it was incredibly annoying. Keigo reached for your hand, unclasping it from the bed. Then pressing it to the back of your thigh, making you grab it. Keeping it in place.

His free hand went to your bed frame. Using it as a assistance to fucking into you. The pace slowed down but the thrust increased in power. Making you roll your eyes back, your teeth biting into your bottom lip. You felt your back arch, toes curling as you shook your head. Frantically moaning.

“I-“ You felt your body twitch, while Keigo could feel you clench around him. It made him groan, moaning about how you felt.

Were you about to cum again?!

Well, that’s certainly an ego boost.

He wasn’t doing too much either. Yet, he found himself wanting too. The way you were babbling, tears falling down your face. Your bottom lip slightly swollen as he moved his hand down, rubbing it onto your sensitive and swollen clit.

It burned, the pleasure was too much. You closed your eyes, feeling your body relax as you finished again. His hand not stopping but slowing down. Watching the way the liquid you released coated his cock. Lubing it up more for his next assault.

He cockily scoffed, laughing at how you shakily breathed. Your thighs shaking as you slowly let go of your thigh. Completely going limp into your soft and comfy bed. The bedsheet stained with sweat.

His smile was mocking, almost loving.

As much as he loved making you finish.

He wanted to cum.

Fuck, he needed to cum. He could see the finish line.

“C’on, I need to cum.” He said, trying to hide the slight annoyance in his voice. You were perfect, too perfect. Keigo always lasted long. Given, this was the first time he felt this close within this short amount of time- but he wasn’t complaining. Just desperate to finish. He was so close, so very close. He could feel the build up in his abdomen. It was making him impatient. Desperate.

Keigo didn’t really like this effect you had on him. Yet, craved it all at the same time.

Yet, by the way your eyes were taking longer blinks, and your body was resting on the bed. He knew you wouldn’t have the energy to help him with that. He sighed, slicking his hair back with his hand. Looking at his cock still stuffed deep within you. He groaned, finding himself smiling. It was annoying, yes. Nonetheless, he didn’t care.

If you were any other bitch, he would. However, not with you. He adored you. He was going to treat you well and perfectly. Just, not right now.

His hands flipped you over, your chest pressing to your bed. Your head resting on your pillow as his hands went to your waist. Pulling your ass up.

Keigo’s hands rubbing over the fat of your ass. Before pulling your chest up, talking into your hair. “Okay, you don’t need to do anything.” He hummed, trying to keep you relaxed. You just softly hummed in repose, eyes still shut as your body yelled at you to sleep. You were exhausted. So tired and your muscles were burning.

Keigo pressed kisses into your shoulders, his golden eyes closing and enjoying the heaviness of your body. The way you were so trusting of him, the way you shouldn’t be. He kissed the back of your neck, letting you down into the pillows again. His knees resting in the plush of your bed. His large hand wrapping around your waist, holding you up as he pushed the tip of his cock into your abused cunt. You groaned, head engulfed into your white pillow.

He smiled, doing the same motion from before. This time, looking to find a spot he’d been abusing not too long ago. Watching the way his cock entered and left you. The way your lips split open, taking his entire length within you. White slick stretching and pulling with every thrust and pull from his body. Tummy bulging with his significant size and strength.

You were just moaning into the pillow, tear catching into the sheet and pooling together. Drool pooling down your mouth and collecting together, leaving a stick and gross mess into your pillow. Probably not as gross as the liquid under you and Keigo. When suddenly, you felt your body go white. TV static covering your vision as Keigo hit a particular spot deep within you.

Keigo knew he hit you g-spot by the way you constricted around him. Your body tensed and moved for a moment, only a moment.

Keigo laughed at you, enjoying the way you were limp. Allowing him to do whatever he wanted with your abused body. Desperate to stop the blinding pleasure you were experiencing. Every thrust hitting the perfect and spongy spot within you. Making you see stars for a moment.

He smiled, hand pressing on the small of your back. Making you deepen your arch, hitting that spot you grew to love. The tip of his cock hitting it perfectly, your cunt twitching around him.

His hand moved to the headboard of your bed. Using it to better fuck you. His thrust increased in power, hitting your cervix perfectly. God, it hurt in the best way possible.

And suddenly, he was about to finish. Dirty words spewing out of his mouth. “Dirty girl.” He said, “Such a dirty fucking slut.” His laugh made you drool into your pillow, “Taking my fat cock like a good bitch.” You sobbed into your pillow, the deep coil tightening and growing in your belly. Same followed with Keigo. “Good girl.”

His hand slithered to your clit again, the burning sensation returning as you just felt your body relax. Yet, it didn’t stop. His thrust continued to hit that spot. Keigo didn't slow down or increase. Just continued that motion and speed as he continued to fuck you. Your pussy squirting onto him, making it easier for him to continue. His pace increased.

“Shit- fuck! I’m going to cum,” his voice was battling with moans. A kiss pressed into your back as his hips stuttered. His tongue licking a strip up your back, biting onto your shoulder. Enjoying the way you cried out. Before quickly speaking, “I’m going to cum, fuck- I’m going to cum in your pussy.” His voice was higher than normal, almost whiney. You just nodded, fucked out.

He pressed his cock into you, letting your pussy swallow his cum. The white thick, warm liquid, spewing into your tight pussy. Yet, his assault continued only for a while. Fucking you while he finished. Finally, he leaned his head back- letting out an exhausted groaning.

Keigo thickly swallowed, taking in a shaky breath as he pulled out. Observing as the white cum drooled out of your abused and sensitive pussy. Laughing as he pulled his hair back, closing his eyes for a moment.

Keigo smiled at you, laying down in your comfy bed.

You moved your head to him, a weak smile making him chuckle.

“Feelin’ good?”

You nodded giggling, “yeah..” Your voice was soft as you pressed a soft kiss onto his cheek.

He lovingly smiled at you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting you on his chest. Your chest slowly rising then falling, relaxing against him. You looked up, looking at him. “Is this going to happen again?”

Keigo didn’t say anything for a moment, just blinked.

“Yeah, I think it will.” His voice was- different. A tone you’ve never heard before. It made you smile, nodding your head into his chest.

Your eyes got heavier, darkness surrounding you. Soon enough, soft sighs were leaving your mouth. Indicating you fell asleep. It took Keigo awhile to notice, but once he did he huffed.

It felt like a hit in the chest. Guilt pulling into his head. Maybe he should’ve held back a little more. Been more aware of how sensitive you were, inexperienced. Been a little more kind and loving. Also, you know- not cum inside of you.

Shit, he should’ve thought about that more.

Keigo wasn’t going to worry about that right now. He just wanted to take a little nap with you in his chest. The events that just occurred repeating in his head.

Besides!

Plan-B will be one of the many things he buys you once you two are together.

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❥ Authors note:

So, this is like the first smut I posted here- I genuinely don’t know if it’s good or not! But, I really hope you enjoy it.

If you have any pointers or little tips to help me, please send them my way!!

Reader part 2, here!

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Chapter 11

WC: 2077

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: full on angst, discussions of emotional trauma, mild depictions of blood/gore, mentions of self h*rm & su*cide, mentions of child abuse, discussions of physical disabilities, institutionalization, some dialogue & plot canon to TV show, hurt/comfort

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The rest of the conference went by much like the first day did. Both you and Laszlo bought a few books for your collections. An ease had settled over your conversations with the help of Sara and John's presence; you spoke more freely with each other. You tell yourself it is not because he's going soft on you or vice versa, but rather that you have found yourself in this imaginary bubble where you happen to get on well. It's inevitable that it will pop once you’re back at school and Laszlo will revert back to his usual callous state.

Laszlo. It still felt odd to think of him like that, rather than by his title. You couldn't lie, it gave you a sort of thrill. Even in your dreams you had only called him by his honorific. Thankfully you didn't have another dream after Friday. You couldn't escape the feeling that you'd said something incriminating in front of the man in question. So you chose to pretend it didn't happen.

Monday morning came and you headed to the train station. Once again he had secured a private cabin for the journey. This time you came prepared with a book since you had yet to replace your broken phone.

"Thank you again for inviting me to this, I really enjoyed myself. It was really nice of the department to foot my travel expenses, the hotel was really fancy. I may have helped myself to a mini-bottle or two," you joked.

"There is no need to worry about the department's finances; they were not involved."

You pause. He paid for you? Laszlo did say he would take care of the arrangements; but the four-star hotel, the private compartment train tickets, the admission to the conference, and every meal? Shit, that must have been a fortune, hundreds of dollars at least.

You don't know what to say, so you settle for an awkward "oh." A moment passes before you add "I appreciate that, um, I can pay you back. Might take some time but I can."

The professor is flippant in his reply. "There is no need, it was well spent for the research and knowledge acquired." He opens his book signaling the conversation is over.

You lick your lips. Fine then, I'll just consider it payment for emotional suffering and damages of the last eight weeks.

The first few hours of the journey were spent reading one of the new books you picked up at the convention. Occasionally you would peek over the pages at the professor. He was engrossed in his own selection; sometimes he would pause to write down a thought.

Around the seventh hour of your journey you had given up on reading anymore in favor of looking at the fields outside. The silence was comforting.

Laszlo had trouble concentrating on the book in his hand. He saw you as a conundrum. One minute you could be sociable and teasing with your comments, then next you were biting at his throat with your quick wit and fierce ideals. He decides that he wants to know what made you into who you are today. Now is as good a time as any.

His eyes on you cause a tingle up your spine but you ignore it. Laszlo breaks the silence; "may I ask a personal question?"

"You just did," you answer, still peering out of the large window. He huffed once, amused. At his following silence you face him. You raise your eyebrows to signal him to go on with his question. Curiosity grows at the thought of what he intends to ask.

"Twice now you have made implications of a traumatic past," he begins.

Bubble popped.

Interrupting, you snark "is this the part where you psychoanalyze me, doc? Because trust me, I've been through enough of that." You pick at the lint on your jeans.

Laszlo tries to choose his words more carefully the next time he speaks. "What I mean to say is, the first afternoon in the classroom where you defended that student you implied you had been witness to a trauma. You then displayed signs of anger and embarrassment before leaving prematurely. Yesterday you mentioned having entered a psychiatric facility. As an alienist I can't help but find myself curious about your experiences."

You slide your eyes to meet his from across the cabin. Your face is devoid of any emotion. "We all have our demons. Even you can't argue with that."

Your jaw clenches. Everyone had warned you. They all said he would try to worm his way into your head to figure you out. All the reviews, the gossip, everything. It was a big fat 'I told you so'. You give a pitiful laugh at the situation. "You know, everyone told me that you would pull this stunt."

He seems confused by your statement. "And what is that?"

"That you'd get inside my head and try to figure me all out or whatever. You already know I googled you beforehand, what everyone says about your methods. By now I assume you've done a little research yourself. I promise you there is nothing exciting here," you scoff and point to yourself.

"You would be correct in your assumption." You chew at your cheek as he starts. "I do know some of what happened in your past. Yet I also know that society likes to dilute the truth into something either more palatable, more entertaining, for people to consume greedily. What I want to know is what you have faced. How you have not allowed the experience to overcome you so much so that your humanity is erased like the characters I lecture on."

Eyes closing of their own volition you are thrown back in time to that night so many years ago. You didn't talk about it anymore. Bitsy knew of course, but that was the extent.

Laszlo waits. He knows this is likely to push you over the edge if your history with him means anything. Quite frankly, anyone would be tossed to their limit at his interrogation had they gone through what you had. John always told him that he needed to work on his bedside manner; that he had a habit of coming on too strong in his pursuit of learning the intricacies of the human mind. But your earlier comment about being sent to a so-called 'nuthouse' rubbed him the wrong way. It left a bad taste in his mouth. He needed to know. He needed to understand.

Laszlo can imagine the reprimand that he would receive from John and Sara for this. Just as he considers apologizing for his intrusion you open your eyes.

"She was fine. None of us suspected anything was wrong. I came home from having dinner with some… boy, and she had locked herself in the bathroom. She- she must have started over the sink and moved to sit on the side of the tub. She was hunched inside it when I got the door open. I pulled her out. Blood was… everywhere." Your voice is clinical as you explain.

"After, I shut down. So I checked myself into a psych ward a few days later when I couldn't get the feel of her blood off my hands. It's slippery, you know. And it smells. You wouldn't think so but it does." You clear your throat. "I did the therapy, took the meds they prescribed, all the standard treatments. Later I started watching true crime documentaries. I'd heard about exposure therapy so I figured the more I saw the gore, the less the image of my dead roommate would bother me. And it did help. The nightmares stopped after a while, I came back to school. I was better, just not the same.” You had watched the passing landscape as you explained. Turning to face him you speak again. “That's why those pictures didn't bother me. They weren't anything I hadn't seen before."

He contemplates you. The discovery and subsequent loss of your friend in this manner would no doubt cause lingering effects to your psyche. A stain that would forever remind you. "I offer my sincerest condolences. I do not presume to know what that would be like to experience, but I am glad you sought help afterwards. To make the choice to alleviate yourself of your own suffering where possible.”

As he says this he realizes that your anger towards the idea of being enslaved to unconscious impulse makes perfect sense. It explains why you focused so much energy on defending your belief in free will. That you have the power to choose how you carry your joy, your anger, your healing. It reminds him of how he held onto his own guilt and hurt, ignoring how it festered within him for so long. He feels as though he needs to share a piece of himself with you.

“I played piano as a child, quite well too. My mother hoped I would someday make a career of it. I vividly remember playing Mozart’s Concerto for Piano No. 20 in D Minor at a holiday party when I was seven years old. It was my favorite to play.... It requires two hands." You finally look at him. "My father...” He pauses to gather himself.

Now it is the doctor that cannot meet your eyes. As you listen you feel your confusion grow. How could he have been a talented pianist if he only had full use of his left hand? Unless..., the realization dawns on you just as he continues, his words slow.

“My father had two sides. One loving and the other brutal, the two often coexisting. It was something as trivial as putting me to bed, I recall... A game of tug of war. We were laughing…” He inhales a sharp breath. Already you can feel the tears begin to blur your vision. “I don't remember if he was drunk or if I said something that offended him. He must have pulled my arm behind my back.” Laszlo exhales shakily. “In small children, fractures can often affect…” he trails off, unable to finish. You can hear how he barely holds himself together.

Your heart aches for the broken man that sits in front of you. He never let on how much his arm bothered him, at least not within your presence. Suddenly you don’t see him as this rude, insufferable, obsessive man, but instead as someone that spends his life trying to protect himself. He projects his own anger and hurt so that he may, just for a minute, forget about his own demons. He wants to help others even when he feels he cannot bear to help himself.

But unlike you, he has to live with the physical reminder of his past every day of his life.

You stand and move to sit on his right side. Before allowing yourself to think too much of your actions, you place your hand atop his own, curling your fingers around his palm and squeezing delicately. You don’t bother wiping away the tears on your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Laszlo;” the whisper is barely heard above the sound of the train. A second passes where you fear you have overstepped and offended him by touching the affected limb. When his thumb tightens against the backs of your fingers you know he is not. He holds you in place.

“You asked me how I kept my humanity. How does anyone really? We learn to take what we get and we carry it in a bag. Sometimes you have to drag the damn thing behind you. But eventually the weight gets less and less if you allow yourself to move forward, even if it’s still there with you all the time. I dealt with what happened years ago and it does still haunt me. It’s easier now than it was, but… I- I suppose I’ve learned from you too. Sitting in those lectures and hearing you talk. We can either let it haunt us for the rest of our lives… or we can accept it… and use the memory of our pain to help ourselves and others.”

“I’m not sure the choice is entirely in our hands.” His tone is mournful.

You turn to smile at him through your tears. His own eyes are bloodshot. “I disagree. If it weren’t, if we didn’t have the freedom to choose that, we’d all be murderers.”

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elysiadjarin · 3 years

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Sword and Shield

Part 1: https://elysiadjarin.tumblr.com/post/652827986465275904/sword-and-shield

Tags: Bad Batch x reader (you), fem!coded, poly!relationship, multi-part series, nonhuman!reader, Echo later on.

Warnings: Only some mentions of war, otherwise have at it!

2: Familiarity

You took in a deep breath, then slipped off your bag and set it down on the ground. Turning, you looked pleadingly to Rex, who decided to help you out behind his hidden smirk.

He held out his hand to you. “Permission to Transfer?” he asked the initial question to begin the Transference.

You took his hand readily. “Transfer Granted,” you said quietly, feeling that familiar tightness in your gut as the process began.

“Blaster,” Rex’s voice became a sharp command.

Almost without thinking, used to the process, you allowed the sensation of your cells shifting to complete their movement. With an odd sort of sucking sensation, you closed your eyes and Transferred.

Startled noises made you open your eyes to note your point of view from right above the blaster now held in Rex’s hand. The Transference had been completed successfully. Rex spun the blaster, using the Bond you’d forged between you and him to request a switch of weapons. You morphed the weapon in his hands into an IWS, hefting it in his hands. Another request as he swung his arm behind him, feet shifting in practiced movements to reveal that you’d Shifted into a giant scythe. One more request, and Rex straightened to hold out a Vibro-shiv in his hand.

“Hence why she’s called Shiv,” Rex remarked somewhat dryly, flipping the shiv in his hands.

You let a silhouette of your head, shoulders, arms, and torso materialize over Rex’s shoulder. It was a method of easy communication with others and a way to reveal your presence a little more visibly than just through a mental Bond with a Handler.

Rex nodded at you. “Bond Dissolution,” he said, allowing you to begin the Dissolution of the Transference. He tossed the Shiv, allowing your body to replace the weapon before it even hit the floor.

You shook your head a little to reorient yourself. Reaching down, you picked your bag back up. “I’ve been working with Commander Rex and the 501st for a while, but it’s a bit difficult to work with a large force and manage being passed from one person to another. Being a living weapon requires not only an intimidate knowledge of the weapons themselves but also a close working relationship with a tight-knit group in order to cater to their own individual strengths and preferences,” you explained, reaching up to rub your eye briefly. Your vision always felt a bit... off, after a Transference.

“She’s been stretched thin trying to understand and learn the fighting patterns and preferences of the entire 501st, and limiting her usage to just a few isn’t exactly the best scenario for an entire squadron’s unity,” Rex said, picking up your thread. “I thought putting her in an already-established, smaller, special-forces group would perhaps be best for increasing her effectiveness and bringing her to her best. It’s a commitment, but I’d appreciate it if you gave it a try.”

“Whoa, that’s super cool!” The large one bellowed, giving you an exhilarated grin.

A little startled, you gave him a shy smile. “Th-thanks.”

The others seemed to glance at each other almost in a non-verbal conversation, but seemed to come to a pretty swift agreement. The tattooed one turned to Rex.

“Since you’re recommending it, Commander, I suppose we’ll give it a go. Our next mission has been assigned tomorrow morning, so if she decides to join, she’ll have to probably move into the ship tonight.” He glanced at you.

Rex nodded. “Thank you for giving it a try. What do you think, Shiv?” He turned to you.

You nodded. “Of course, Commander,” you murmured, stomach flipping a little. After so long, it was actually happening. You were going to be transferred to a special ops group.

Rex nodded, seemingly satisfied. “Go and pack your things, Shiv. I’ll get the transfer settled and let the General know.”

You nodded, then turned to the group. “Um, should I just come back here? It shouldn’t take me long to pack,” you asked timidly.

The leader nodded at you. “We’ll be right here. I’m Sergeant Hunter, if you need to ask for me.”

“Oh, right! Name’s Wrecker!” The burly guy said with a wave.

You had to smile, waving back.

“I’m Tech,” the one with glasses introduced, adjusting his goggles.

“Crosshair,” the white-haired one grunted, seemingly disinterested in the whole affair. Though, he did glance at you.

“Thank you. I’ll be back,” you promised, looking to Rex.

He dismissed you with a nod, and you headed back to your bunk.

Sinking down onto the bunk, you stared down at your trembling fingers. You hadn’t even realized how nervous you’d really been until it was all said and done. Shaking your head, you dropped your head into your hands and tried to work through the muck of feelings that stuck in your chest.

You were... scared. Excited. Apprehensive. Curious. Nervous. Glad. Sad.

“Yo Shiv- hey, what’s wrong?”

You started, looking up to see Fives and Kix approaching your bunk. You gave them a bit of a sad smile, looking down at your hands now clasped in your lap.

“It’s... it’s finally happened,” you whispered, trying to wrap your own mind around it.

“Happened? Wha-“ Kix paused, eyes widening. “Wait, are you getting transferred?”

You nodded shakily. “Y-yeah.”

Fives slung his arm around your shoulders. “Well. Congrats, Shivvie!” he tried to cheer, but it came out a bit sadly.

You smiled up at both of them. “I’m gonna miss you guys, you know,” you said with a light laugh.

Kix sighed. “We’re gonna miss you too, Shiv. But I’m guessing that since this opportunity is one that you’re taking, so it must be good, right?”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah... yeah, it’s... it’s a good one,” you admitted. “I’m- I’m joining Clone Force 99.”

“Whoa,” Fives blurted. “You’re joining the Bad Batch? That’s great for you, Shiv! I heard they’re weird but pretty good at what they do,” he said, clearly impressed. “I mean, Commander Rex helped create that force.”

You nodded. “Yeah. I...” Still, you had to let your shoulders slump a little. “I... I hope it goes well.”

“You’re gonna knock em dead, Shiv,” Kix encouraged, patting your shoulder. “We’re gonna miss you, but you have our commlinks. Come and get drinks with us at the 79s whenever you stop by for a break or something.”

You nodded, smiling up at both of them. You’d miss their company, no matter what happened. Kix and Fives had really been your pillars of support throughout your time with the 501st, and you’d really supported each other through... well, the Battle of Lola Sayu.

With a sigh, you looked around. “I have to pack. I have to get to the ship by tonight.”

“We’ll help you out,” Fives offered immediately, standing.

You shook your head at him. “Thanks, but... you mind just telling the others I’d like to say bye? If they’re around? I kinda... I need some headspace,” you admitted.

Kix nodded, grabbing Fives’ arm to keep him from protesting. “Got it, Shiv. We’ll send ‘em over. Good luck!”

You waved, biting back tears as you tried to smile.

New beginnings, after all, usually meant leaving something behind.

Taking a breath, you headed into Hangar Bay Six again. You’d said goodbye to the rest of the 501st, promising to keep in touch when possible and wishing them the best of luck. They’d been sad to see you go, but they’d all been encouraging and hopeful.

After all, you reflected, they were the ones who knew the difficulties you all faced working together. They’d seen how thin you’d been spread trying to accommodate and learn to work intimately with all of them.

Walking up to the Havoc Marauder, you headed up the ramp with your bags. “Hello?” you called uncertainly at the mouth of the ship, not wanting to just barge in.

Hunter rounded the corner, nodding to you. “Welcome aboard. Your quarters are just down here,” he said, heading down the corridor.

You followed him, glancing around at the ship in order to get familiar with the layout. It was a pretty standard ship by all accounts, so you figured you wouldn’t find it too hard to learn where things were. You followed as he ducked into a room, the door sliding open.

The room itself wasn’t too bad, a bit small but that was to be expected. In all honesty, you wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d asked you to share quarters, so it slightly surprised you that they gave you your own personal quarter. A small fresher was tucked into the corner, though it only had a sink and a toilet.

“The showers are down the hall, they’re shared.” Hunter jerked his thumb over his shoulder.

You just smiled, setting your bags down on the bunk. “Thank you. I honestly kinda expected having to share quarters. This is really nice,” you said honestly.

He blinked at you. “You shared bunks with the 501st?”

You tilted your head. “Yeah?”

He shook his head, but didn’t say anything else. “Feel free to get comfortable. You can look around the ship and get used to it whenever you want. The galley is on the other side of the ship, and everyone’s quarters are on this side.”

You nodded, belatedly realizing that he didn’t even stop to see your reaction before ducking back through the door and walking off. With a glance around, you decided to unpack. This would be your home for a while, after all. Might as well make the best of it.

After looking around the ship and getting familiar with it, you found yourself wandering into what seemed to be a common, shared space. You’d taken your mug to the galley and made some caf, stowing away some of your own tea paraphernalia in an empty shelf out of the way.

Tech sat in the room, going through datapads in his own corner. He looked up, observing you through his goggles with a blink.

You gave him a hesitant smile. “Um, do you mind if I sit?”

He blinked, then nodded. “Oh, sure. Anyone can come in here, it’s a common room,” he said, motioning to the seats that were scattered around. “Oh, uh... Hunter said to give you the rundown, by the way.”

You crossed the room, sitting in a chair close to him. “Rundown?” you asked, setting your mug down.

He handed you a datapad. “This is the data I’ve gathered and compiled about Force 99. I thought it might be useful to you since you said you need to work closely with a group, and I’ve been meaning to create a profile for a while now anyway so it was a good excuse,” he seemed to be babbling a bit, reaching up to adjust his goggles and avoiding direct eye contact with you.

You glanced down at the display screen to see Hunter’s name at the top, a chunk of material following it.

Tech was still rambling on, fiddling with another datapad. “I mean, I know we’re also supposed to get to know you, but I guessed that letting you know about all of our desired mutations and details about our weapons preferences might be a good way to start, you know? Since you also said you’re a weapons expert, I mean. I added some footage of our missions as well for reference and all, since I tend to record most of them.”

You smiled, deciding to cut in and stop his nervous rambling. “Thank you so much, Tech. Oh, is it okay if I call you that?”

He blinked, looking at you briefly. “Oh, sure. I mean, it’s my name. Uh, what should I-?”

You laughed a little, tucking your feet up onto the chair. “You can either call me (Name) or Shiv, I like and answer to both.” You pulled out your own datapad. “Do you mind if I transfer this data to my own pad? That way I can make notes without stealing yours.”

He nodded. “Oh, sure, of course. The information was compiled for you, anyway.”

“Thank you, Tech,” you said again, touched that he’d gone that far. “I appreciate it, a lot. It’ll really help me try to integrate myself in the best way.” You gave him a smile.

He hesitantly nodded, taking back the datapad from you after you’d finished transferring the files.

You quickly lost yourself in the wealth of information, making notes and highlighting some key characteristics that you noted in the files. Tech had really done an immaculate job, considering that you’d been an unexpected arrival and addition to the group. As you continued learning more about the group, you began to understand why they were nicknamed the “Bad Batch” by the others. It barely irked you, though you knew that the premise of the whole name was rather... derogatory.

You’d already been treated much like a clone for most of your life, anyway. You’d been born a weapon, a tool, nothing but cannon fodder ever since this war had even started. Here you were, at twenty-something years old, and all you remembered was a life of surviving, living, fighting, and forcing yourself to be a tool.

The clones had welcomed you in, had given you a sense of camaraderie, understanding, and family. You’d found a sense of purpose despite your status as an outcast. And the more you read about the Bad Batch, the more you found yourself understanding why Rex might have specifically considered this particular group to assign you to.

You completely lost track of time, going over the information and committing it to memory, taking time to make meticulous notes about their weaponry. You only stopped once you’d gone through the written information, turning to Tech.

“Excuse me, Tech.”

Starting, he looked up at you owlishly as though he’d forgotten you even existed in the same room. “Oh- y-yes?”

“Is there a holodeck I can link to? So I can get a closer analysis of the footage?” you asked, motioning to the datapad.

“Oh, right!” He shuffled over to the other side of the room, grabbed a holoscreen, and handed it over. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” You gave him a fleeting smile, then hooked up the datapad to the holoscreen display. Putting the footage on complete mute, you began to scrutinize it frame by frame, expanding some scenes and rotating the screens to get a different vantage point. You did notice that sometimes it was harder to catch Crosshair’s movements since he was, after all, a sniper, but you did manage to isolate quite a few moments of his meticulous shots and get a bead on his location and vantage points.

You were so immersed in examining the footage, highlighting reels, and going through your well-versed motions that the feeling of someone tapping your shoulder well and truly took you off-guard. You instantly froze, eyes narrowing as your awareness instantly honed in on your surroundings. It only took half a second to recall where exactly you were, and you shook yourself with a sharp inhale.

You turned to the person who had tapped you. “Sorry-“

Hunter observed you with a piercing look. “Why did you freeze?” He demanded.

You blinked, mouth opening, scrambling for an answer. “Um- I lost track of my surroundings and had to regroup myself, Sergeant,” you found yourself answering almost mechanically, the tone of his voice forcing an answer from your conditioned mind.

“Why would you freeze? Why wouldn’t you immediately react in order to assess a threat?” Hunter asked ruthlessly, crossing his arms.

The question felt oddly familiar. It didn’t take much for you to find an answer. “As a weapon, sir, my first reactions are necessarily different from most other people,” you said quietly, heart pounding in your chest. It didn’t help that you now knew that his enhanced senses most likely heard it. “If I were to immediately react, I would end up thoughtlessly killing the person or object that had surprised me.” You swallowed, looking down at your feet. “I learned my mistakes the hard way, by completely destroying everything and everyone within five meters of me.”

A silence fell in the room, while you ruthlessly tried to push away the memories that loomed at the edge of your mind.

Hunter finally spoke. “Understood.” He cleared his throat. “I... apologize.”

You looked up, eyes widening. “N-no need to apologize, Sergeant. You should know, especially since I-I’m supposed to be working with you.”

He nodded, then glanced behind you at the frozen footage. “I see that Tech has given you the files he compiled.”

You started, then turned around and scooped up the datapad. “Yes sir, I’ve been going over the information and trying to compile all the necessary information I can before the- the mission tomorrow,” you explained hurriedly.

He nodded. “I appreciate the dedication. You’ve been here for four chrons. You might want to get some food.”

You stared down at the clock on the datapad, realizing that it really had been hours since you started. Reaching up, you dragged a hand through your hair a little ruefully.

“Thank you.” You gave Hunter a sheepish smile. “I probably should. I tend to... get lost in my work.”

He nodded, then wordlessly stepped back out of the room.

Tech glanced at you, still working on his own stuff.

You sighed and set down the datapad, turning to Tech. “I should go get myself something to eat. Can I bring you something, Tech?” you offered.

He looked up at you. “Oh- that’s- I mean, you don’t have to, I-“

You just quirked him a smile. “You’ve been here the whole time, too. I’ll go get us both something to eat.” Giving him a wave, you headed out to go find the galley and something to eat.

You poked around the available ingredients in the galley before deciding on a quick but filling dish, whipping up enough for everyone. Hesitating after you finished cleaning up, you decided to at least try. Leaving two portions on the counter, you grabbed scrap paper and scribbled Crosshair’s and Wrecker’s names on them. Leaving them for the other two to find, you grabbed the other three portions and headed back to the common room.

Setting down the bowls, you handed one to Tech. “Nothing fancy, but it should go down easy,” you laughed a little.

He took it, surprise flickering over his face. “Th-thanks.”

You nodded, then grabbed another portion. “I’ll be right back.” Leaving your own bowl on the table, you went to go find Hunter. You found him in the cockpit after ten minutes of searching, making him look up as you approached the doorway.

You gave him a hesitant smile, holding out the bowl. “Um, maybe you’ve already eaten but... I made some for everyone, if you’re... hungry,” you said, trailing off and starting to second-guess yourself. What if he didn’t like that kind of food, or thought you had some sort of ulterior motive? What if-

But after staring at your for half a minute, he got up and approached, almost gingerly taking the bowl from you. “Thanks,” he said.

You nodded and skittered away, barely waiting to see his response or hear anything else. Mortified, you paused in the hallway and clapped your hands to your cheeks, shaking yourself. It was fine. You didn’t have to be thatnervous, honestly. It wasn’t like you’d done something ridiculous, just offered him some food is all. It was normal. Completely normal. Right?

You decided to return to your spot and drown your embarrassment in your research again. After all, you did have good motivation. Tomorrow morning would be your first mission.

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spideyyroos · 3 years

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are you kidding me - peter parker (soulmate!au) part 4

are you kidding me? - peter parker (soulmate!au) - part 4

pairing: peter parker x stark!female!reader summary: during your everlasting rivalry against peter parker, you’re unlucky enough to find out that not only is he spider-man (your dad’s new kid), but he is also your soulmate. god help us all. (soulmate au where you have a mark of where your soulmate first touches you) word count: 969 requested?: yes! warnings: pure teenage angst, a brief mention of smexy themes if u squint, y/n having major commitment issues, sad baby peter a/n: i apologize for the wait! this chapter is highkey garbage but i’m really trying to get back into writing :( shoutout to my girls for helping motivate me ;-; [part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

In the weeks following the patrolling incident, Y/N avoided Peter like the plague. To blame it on trust and abandonment issues, it would never be a fair fight when it comes to her justification. Although she would never admit it, witnessing Peter fall to pieces directly in front of her--half-expecting her to sew him back together--caused her to spiral. She figured, if she never allowed herself to show any vulnerability, Peter would never come to be disappointed with her. The last person she wanted any resentment from, aside from her own father, was Peter. Though this was to contradict their adversarial relationship, Y/N continuously held his opinions to a higher standard than anyone else. Although at this point of their complex relationship, there was truly nothing to hide. Whether it was against his, hers, or the universe’s will, either could hear each other’s thoughts, feel each other’s pain, and understand each other’s sentiments. Despite making it her life’s mission to prevent Peter from ever invading her mind palace, it was essentially impractical to avoid his presence at Midtown. As far as anyone knew, Y/N “Walters” and Peter Parker were “enemies attached at the hip.” Almost enrolled in every AP course possible, participating in the same extracurricular activities, even having the same lunch period made it damn near impossible. Making matters worse, Peter was constantly making an effort to make amends for their less-than-perfect past. Even if their insult guns were cocked and ready, neither party was ready for the cruel and empty words that were thrown at each other. As previously emphasized, the tension that the pair created in the atmosphere was almost overbearing at times. It came to a point in which their peers would create bets on when the “apparent sexual tension” would finally be released--the main perpetrator of such bets being Flash and (at her wit’s end) MJ. Desperately trying to push aside from their individual imperfections, Peter would corner her in the hallways, classrooms, and even her own bedroom to just simply apologize on his own behalf. But that goddamn Stark pride was a worldwide novelty. Y/N, keeping in mind that Peter had already torn into her massive ego, still held her head as high as she could. His criticism fell on deaf ears as she somehow wiggled her way out of every confrontation possible. In school, it was easy to play by the rules of their rivalry. She would always throw the same vicious cycle of signature Stark ™ remarks: “Oh, Pete-y baby, you wanna kiss?”; “Sorry Parker, I’m gonna have to give you blue balls--I have class right now!”; and other snarky comments of the same caliber. However, when it came to the complex--the visits that were few and far between--Peter genuinely had no clue as to exactly how Y/N could avoid him. Usually she would be more than prepared, calling out some sort of security protocol to FRIDAY that would usher him (rather aggressively) out of her room. Sometimes, out of the entire complex until Happy would unlock the door for him. Unfortunately for Peter, once was one too many times for Happy and soon Pepper became his doorwoman. Let it be noted that Peter is a fairly patient person, but when it came Y/N--she tested every nerve in his body. He was never sure why he always felt such animosity towards the Stark daughter, but he physically could not pull the reins on his competitive nature. Mind you, he purely disregarded looks and actual personality (which, trust, Y/N was overflowing in that department) to narrow in on her academic stance compared to his. Now, in the recent turn of events, Peter would take advantage of the rare moments where he could take in her beauty (natural or otherwise). Then, the sudden feeling of rejection would infiltrate any sort of daydream that could possibly gain traction when Y/N would rip herself from his mind. Demanding an obscene amount of space from him, Y/N locked herself away from him--deliberately eliminating any hopes of forgiveness and consolation in the near future. Peter currently sat in his small bedroom, spent from the day’s worth of school and patrolling. Thankful for the lack of crime within the day, he was sprawled on top of his twin-size mattress and still was attempting to catch his breath from the brief altercation he experienced before he finished patrolling for the afternoon. It was yet another attempted robbery, but it was somehow smaller than the encounter from a few weeks prior. Peter stared at his ceiling, trying to devise the best way to confront Y/N and otherwise figure out their soulmate connection.

Please don’t do this right now, Peter.

Wha--I wasn’t doing anything--

How do you repeatedly forget that I can hear you? Even if you think that you are dialing it down, it’s still loud and clear--constantly present in my mind.

Y/N continued as Peter did not respond.

Look, Peter, I want this to work out as much as the next person...but I honestly cannot find it in me to push aside everything that we’ve been through together. I don’t want to damage you, Peter. I don’t know how you are trying to go about this...I’ve always known you to be persistent with seeing the best in people, but I am, honest to God, the last person you should spare with optimism. So, if you really want to care about me, don’t try to talk to me, don’t look my way, and certainly don’t want to come to the compound.

And, in one final sentence, Y/N shattered the last resort of their potential relationship.

I’m sorry, Peter, but I can’t do this.

Without a second to respond, Y/N cut herself out from Peter’s mind.

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Nowhere to Run (P.2)

Title: Nowhere to Run (Part Two) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Stony. Reader was caught unknowingly stealing from the capitol harvest and is drug to the capitol for punishment. She is offered an option to go to trial or accept work in the main government building. Upon her tour, she ends up in trouble and catches eyes of two of the Master Council that decide she needs to be broken in by their hands. Words: 6,130 Warnings (for this chapter): Non-con, servitude, forced orgasms, verbal and emotional abuse, double penetration, unprotected sex Author’s Notes: Definitely biting Mother Gothel vibes when Tony says, “No? Oh...” Also, sorry that this got so long but also not sorry.

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The courtyard between the villas was swathed in flowers and shrubbery. Despite how scared you were to be here, you came to a stop in the pathway, looking around in awe. This kind of garden was one you dreamed of to have and lay in, soaking up the sun. Your hands came up to your sheer hood of your robe to push it back — before leaving the Capitol you had been given a robe, a symbol of your assignment. It was white and embroidered with flowers and upon seeing the garden, you spotted the flower it was based off of. You had not seen it in any other part of the Capitol yet and surmised it was specifically here and therefore, the reason for the embroidery choice. It was deep blue, weaving in vines around the pillar. You reached out, rubbing one of the petals between your fingers gently.

Tsu snapped his fingers in your face, getting your attention once more.

“We don’t have a lot of time. The Masters are in a council meeting, and they’ll be expecting you to be settled in and starting your tasks by the time they return. Now I was told you will be assigned primarily to Master Rogers and Master Stark.” He leaned in close and hissed, “And please heed my warning: obey. They are not known to be forgiving.”

He looked serious and you nodded, “Noted.”

“I hope so. They won’t be lenient about back talk. Do not repeat what you did at the capitol building.”

Tsu turned on his heel and continued on, taking a path towards one of the villas. “This is Mr. Roger’s.”

It infuriated you that they all had such large houses just to themselves. Many around the country shared the houses with multiple families and they were nowhere near the size of these.

And being inside, you were even more upset seeing how lacking homeliness there was to the place. It was all marble flooring, minimalist, and cold, really. He gave you direction about the rooms, nodding in acknowledgment when you passed a couple of other servants. They nodded quickly back before moving on to continue their tasks. Your eyes lingered on the large, canopied bed in the master bedroom. Why someone needed that big of a bed just for themselves was beyond you. But the Capitol was greedy, and it was so because of the council members living above their actual needs.

Your mouth watered as you were led to the kitchen; dinner was being prepared and it smelled delicious. The cook himself was skinny and you wondered if he was ever rewarded with the fruits of his labor. You were to attend to the morning tasks specifically and the cook showed you where the coffee was — a delicacy that apparently Master Rogers enjoyed every morning — and where he would leave the prepped food for you to cook for breakfast. On top of preparing his outfit for the day to lay out and getting his toiletries ready for after his shower.

“Am I to do the same at Master Stark’s as well?” you asked Tsu, who nodded. “How can I be expected to be in two places at once? Who is first?”

“They will work that out amongst themselves and inform you. Come now, over to Master Stark’s. Apparently one of his maids has fallen… under the weather.” You furrowed your brow at the hesitance and Tsu leaned in, “We shan’t expect to see her for probably nine months.”

You felt bile swirling.

“It happens from time to time with the Master’s maids. Why, Master Wilson had one just last month.”

“Charming. I’m so glad that’s a common occurrence that no one bats an eye,” you muttered.

Tsu wagged his finger at you, “That’s that attitude I was talking about. I’m not going to be here to remind you to keep it reined in. You’re gonna have to do it yourself.”

Master Stark’s house was across the courtyard. His house was just as unwelcoming and darker in interior design. There were many sky lights, a huge one over his sunken living room. You stepped down, looking at the plush couch and the large flat screen mounted on the wall. Again, so much space for just one person. His bedroom was facing the forest with a bed as large as Master Roger’s and you walked along the windows, staring out as Tsu led you to show you the master bath. You stared at the shower, taking in the floating shower head above and the wooden bench along the wall. That must be relaxing.

“Servants quarters are downstairs. There’s some in every villa. I’m not sure which one you’ll be in but again, they’ll let you know.”

He was leading you back through the hall, pointing out an office and a library. You stuck your head inside the library curiously, your mouth falling open at the walls of books. Back home, you had the pleasure of a collection, but it was not even a quarter of this.

“Come on, Y/N. We don’t have a lot of—” he stopped hearing noise downstairs, the front door slamming it sounded like.

“Matilda!” A man bellowed.

“Shit. He’s back already,” Tsu hissed before grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the library.

Coming along the exposed hallway, you looked past the glass railing over the living room. A woman was in front of who you assumed was Master Stark. He was sneering at her already, “You forget yourself, Matilda. I told you to have my bath ran by the time I returned. Perhaps missing dinner will be in order for you.”

“I’m sorry, master,” she said looking nervous, her head bowed.

Master Stark was dark haired and handsome. He was dressed smartly in a fitted suit, you still able to make out the tautness of his body. The movement at the stairs caught his attention. He took his sunglasses off seeing the pair of you coming down the stairs.

“Master Stark,” Tsu greeted as you approached. He gave a curt bow, and you followed his lead.

Chestnut eyes followed your movement, and you did your best to avert your own gaze. You instead looked at the other woman, seeing the red in her cheeks at being berated.

“I was just showing Y/N around yours and Master Roger’s homes to get her acquainted.”

“Right. The new wench,” Master Stark remarked. You bristled at the term ‘wench’ and shot him an annoyed look. His lips twitched seeing your expression before you averted your gaze again, knowing you had let your temper get the better of you. “Leave us. I can take it from here.”

Tsu nodded and gave another bow. “Good day, Master Stark.”

He left without looking back and you suddenly felt vulnerable without him.

“Girl, come to me,” Master Stark said, snapping his fingers at you like you were a pet. To Matilda he ordered, “What are you still doing standing there, you idiot? Get upstairs and start my bath! Do you wish to miss breakfast as well?”

“No, sir,” she said shaking her head and turning to go up the stairs you had just come down hastily.

You closed the space between the two of you, standing a foot from him, your arms clasped in front of you.

“You were told you are to prepare my clothes and breakfast later in the morning than Steve’s?”

Steve must be Master Rogers.

“Yes, sort of,” you responded in a timid voice.

“Speak up. Muttering annoys the absolute fuck out of me.”

“Yes,” you rose your voice. “But I was unsure which house to be at first. Thank you for answering that for me. What time do you want me here, Master Stark?”

He sighed, “Steve is always up at the asscrack of dawn. Usually about five.” You held back at a grimace knowing you would need to be awake well before then yourself then. “I don’t usually get up until eight. That gives you a couple hours at least at his place beforehand. And you know, before this goes any further, let me see you. Strip.”

“Excuse me?” you asked mortified.

“Did I stutter?” Tony asked dryly. “Untie your dress.”

“No.”

Tony’s eyebrows rose, “‘No’?” He looked sinister, “Oh…”

“No, I mean you didn’t stutter,” you said quickly, trying to correct your misstep.

Amusement was still evident; he did not believe your lie. “Well, get to it then. As I’m sure you heard, I have a bath running and I would like it to be hot.”

Heat creeped up your neck as you reached up and untied the fabric at the back of your neck. He circled slowly, his fingers brushing at your side. You flinched away instinctively, and his hand latched tightly.

“Did I give you permission to move?”

“No,” you whispered.

“What did I tell you about speaking up? Are you daft?”

“No,” you said louder.

“Good girl,” he said, his hand loosening.

It was one thing to have him examining you like cattle at auction but touching you on top of that was humiliating on a whole new level.

His lecherous examination continued, his fingers following his circle he walked on your skin. He traced down from the nape of your neck to the curve of your ass. His fingers fluttered down and gave a squeeze. You sucked in your cheeks, tensing, but you did not say anything like you had at the Capitol. He held, as if he was waiting. When you stayed still, he made a hum of approval before he moved on.

Fingers ghosted along your shoulder. He was so close; you could feel his breath on you. He was frightening, his presence ominous. You fought to keep your eyes forward and not meet him. You had a feeling that would result in punishment.

He stepped away from you, his hand thankfully gone.

“You’ll do,” he said dismissively.

‘You’ll do’? That was more hurtful than outright telling you that you were not up to his standards. Or was he playing mind games?

“Dress yourself. Before you head over to Steve’s, go and straighten up my library. I had young Master Parker over earlier and he has a terrible fucking habit of not putting things back. I like authors by their last name. Don’t fuck it up, do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

<><><>

You awoke at 4:30am and dragged yourself from your small cot. You took on the friendly advice given to you by the other servants to use the small glow stick like device to light your way without turning on the actual lights. There was no need to rouse Master Rogers from sleep before he awoke himself; that would piss him off.

Picking up your list that had been left by one of the head servants, you saw you were to pick out his outfit, sort his toiletries, mop the kitchen floor – where were those supplies? – prepare his coffee and breakfast, and lay out his newspaper for him. And wait for further instruction if there were to be any. The only order for his outfit was ‘casual’.

Master Rogers – Steve – was sleeping soundly still. You stared at his form for a few seconds, his muscular arms and chest that were exposed from his silk sheets. He was a large man, handsome too just like Master Stark, with a strong jaw. His blonde hair was splayed across his forehead from his tussling in the night. You were given little to no instruction for his clothing, and you went into his closet blind, holding up the small light you were holding. His room was shrouded in darkness from the curtains being pulled and you were grateful you had brought the light.

In his closet, you fetched a relaxed top and a soft cardigan with slacks. That was as casual as it was getting in his selection of clothes. You kept the hangers and brought them soundlessly out to his bathroom door, hanging them up. You went inside and began gathering the toiletries listed and separated them between the counter near the sink and his shower.

Down in the kitchen, you made first to find the mop and thankfully, it was in the pantry. It was fairly easy to mop the floor, that you were used to. But after that, you stared at the oven before clicking a button you thought was the correct one. It came to life. This was far more technological than you had dealt with, but you had to figure it out. You wished you had had more time with Tsu or the cook yesterday. It took you a moment to figure out where the skillets were, but you were able to get his bacon started and his eggs. His coffee was more difficult than you thought originally. He wanted a latte. You followed the instructions to make an espresso and then whisked the milk, pouring the espresso over it.

As if on cue, you placed the latte next to his plate on the counter as instructed next to his newspaper, and he walked in.

His eyes ran over you, and you gave him a curt bow as Tsu had done for Master Stark. “Good morning, Master Rogers.”

“We haven’t met,” he responded, coming over to his plate and grabbing his newspaper.

“Y/N, sir.”

“Hmm, right. I remember you.”

He remembered you from what?

“I’m to help you in the morning. I hope my outfit choice was appropriate.”

Steve looked down and shrugged half assedly. “It’s comfortable enough.”

Holding back your attitude, you asked, “Is there something I can do different in the future that will please you more?” His eyes flashed lasciviously, and you quickly added, “In regard to your outfit, I mean, sir. Just so I know what to choose.”

“I’m not sure I can teach a mountain girl anything about fashion on a whim. So, just watch the rest of the masters and the council members outfits. I don’t have the energy to try to explain it to you. I’m sure this long, halter gown is the fanciest thing you’ve worn and it’s merely a villa servant’s dress.”

How you wanted to knock him a good one for being so crass. It must have been evident in your expression because his eyes crinkled as he picked up a bite of his eggs, taking a bite.

“Did I strike a nerve?”

“No,” you blatantly lied. “How are your eggs, sir?”

“Fine, surprisingly. You made them quite fluffy.”

Steve’s hand moved in what seemed like a very deliberate movement, knocking his cup, and it fell to the floor. Ceramic shattered and his latte flooded around it.

You bit your cheeks to keep from screaming, staring at it. You had just cleaned the floor.

“Oops,” he said flatly, not sounding sorry at all. “Why did you place it so close to the edge?”

He was saying it like it was your fault. This pompous asshole. But you inhaled deeply.

“I’ll make you another one,” you told him calmly although you were screaming internally. He was not going to get a rise out of you that quickly and that easily. Tsu had warned you to obey and you were not going to risk being beaten or worse – time added to your sentence – over spilled coffee.

“Another one…?” He asked expectantly.

“Master Rogers,” you said stiffly.

You bent over and began picking up the shattered pieces first. Scooping them up you brought them over to the trash can and tossed them in.

Turning back around, you caught sight of him staring, his eyes focused on your hips before he met your gaze. He looked aroused and you knew he had been staring at your ass as you were bent over. Nonchalantly, he cleared his throat and looked back down at his newspaper.

You felt relief surprisingly when he said, “I’m sure Tony will be coming back from the land of the dead soon enough. You should hurry over there.”

<><><>

You cracked Tony’s door open and quietly slipped in. You saw two figures in the bed as you crept by towards his closet. You used the natural light coming in from the windows to guide yourself through the closet. He had said dark grey for his color scheme, so you did your best, matching the jacket, vest, and slacks but a white dress shirt. The socks and tie you chose were burgundy, a contrast. He had not asked for that, but you would see how that worked.

Quietly, you came back out of the closet and stilled when you saw someone slipping out of the bed. You recognized her in the light… Matilda. She stopped only for a moment, locking eyes with you before snatching her dress off the ground and bringing it up and tying it around her neck. She sneaked out of the room, more than likely going to start her chores. So, he forced someone he verbally abused to his bed.

Gently you walked over to the bathroom and hung up the clothes on the outside of the door. You moved inside and got together the materials the same you had for Steve and put the appropriate ones in the shower and by the sink.

When you emerged, Tony was stirring, and you moved quicker to get out of the room before he was fully awake.

But to no luck.

“Morning, little vixen.”

You stopped in your movement and turned back to face him, clasping your hands. “Good morning, Master Stark. I’m sorry if I woke you.”

His lips up ticked into a closed smile, “I’m sure it is time for me to be awake if I find my bed cold. Night is over and consequently the fun.” He threw the covers back and got back out of bed unabashedly of his naked form. Your eyes widened at his brazen behavior, all of him on display. You turned your head, avoiding looking at him and he chuckled. “You’ll get used to seeing this.”

Tony moved towards the door and eyed the suit choice. He shot you a look and said, “Look at that slight boldness of color. It’s subtle against the neutral but it’s nice. Good choice.”

He winked at you before going into the bathroom. You took that as permission to leave to start his breakfast.

<><><>

The whole first day you had put up with both of their antics. They were trying your patience and it was getting to you. You had never crossed two more pretentious men and they were so insulting to their staff. Steve had called you “pigheaded” for placing his newspaper on the right instead of the left of his plate this morning and you wanted to just tear it up in front of him.

You were currently in Tony’s office waiting instruction. There had been a task after breakfast to clean his office and before you started, you wanted more direction, so you did not make a mistake.

He walked in finding you still standing still, and he asked, “You know, to clean, you need to actually be moving?”

“My instructions said to dust but I was not sure what I should touch and not touch, Master Stark. I was waiting for you to give me direction so—”

He cut you off, “When it says dust, just dust. But, you know, I’m actually glad you waited so you’ll be in here longer.” He stalked over to his desk and opened one of his drawers, pulling out a box. He unwrapped it and you watched him pull out a pair of lace, barely there panties. Your heart clenched – he surely did not mean to give those to you? He placed a small device into the crotch of them and held them out to you.

“What’s that?” you asked slowly, not moving.

“I like some entertainment while I work,” Tony commented. “Put them on. They’ll be a snug fit, right up against what I’m sure is a beautiful pussy.” You stared back at him, and Tony returned a challenging look. “Are we going to have a problem?”

At loss for words, you stammered, “I… for what?”

“A problem ‘for what’? Yeah, that’s exactly what my question is. There should not be a problem when I tell you to do something directly. Come over here and fetch them and put them on,” Tony ordered you impatiently. “Before I lose my temper.”

As if you were moving against your own will, your legs moved forward, and you came to the desk. You reached up underneath your gown, his eyes raking over your exposed bare legs. Yanking down your underwear, you tossed them to the side by the desk and took the underwear from him. Hunger was swimming in his eyes, and you swallowed sharply. He was right; they were snug, the protruding part right up against your bud.

He clicked a button on the small remote and the underwear turned on. You grimaced your teeth as you felt the vibration, if only for a few moments.

Tony looked elated at the expression on your face. “Sweetheart, if you can dust everything here without coming, I’ll be so proud.” He leaned forward and winked, “But I’m going to make you work for it. Our work meetings are so boring, and I enjoy watching you women fighting against an orgasm.”

You hated this. You were to clean his office and he was going to be brushing your cunt with his toy.

He picked up the glass by his desk and opened the mini fridge, pulling out the ice cubes. He clunked some into his glass and poured some water over the top of it. Settling back into his chair he eyed you, waiting.

Swallowing your pride, you turned from him and began at the far end at the stacked bookcases. You shuddered as the panties worked at your clit, longer this time. He did not hit the button at regular intervals, so it caught you off guard every time. You would be holding a porcelain figurine and clench it, hoping to God you would not drop it. You were bound to break something the closer you got to coming undone. He was continuing on with his virtual meeting as if nothing untoward was happening to you. You bent to grab a book that had fallen off the shelf and he hit it again. You snapped back up and exhaled sharply, clenched as it vibrated relentlessly against you. You gave the book a quick brush over before placing it back on the shelf. You took a step and he hit it again.

Having had enough, you turned around and hissed, “You’re distracting me. How am I to work, Master Stark?”

He muted his microphone on his computer and blocked his camera before turning in his chair towards you. You saw the bulge in his pants and that only served to make you more upset with the situation. How much he was getting off on this was unbearable.

“That’s kind of the point of this. But, really, you’re distracting me, little vixen. With your hips and those soft sighs leaving your mouth every time I press the toy. It’s very beguiling,” Tony argued, relaxing back in his chair. You heard the ice clinking in his drink as he brought it to his lips. “And I’ll distract you however much I want to. Don’t you forget that. Get back to work. Now.”

He clicked his microphone and camera back on, resuming his meeting. His fingers were tapping the remote that was lying on the desk, teasingly. Pissed, you turned back.

It buzzed again only moments later, and you clenched, squeezing your thighs together as you brushed the bookcase.

“Ah ah. Naughty girl. Let me in,” Tony intoned, and you loosened. He took the opportunity and hit you again with stimulation.

You let out a frustrated noise and threw the duster onto the ground.

“Fuck this!” you exclaimed.

Tony hit the hide and mute on his computer quickly at your outburst, caught off guard. You got a small satisfaction out of that in the heat of the moment that you had thrown him off his game.

He turned towards you again, looking furious. That did nothing to throw water on your temper. You hastily tore the underwear off and threw them in his general direction. Tony’s eyes followed the descent of them to land at his black oxfords. “Send me back! I’ll take on an extra month — six even if I can just be back in the capitol building! This is torture!”

Tony drug his gaze from the panties back to you. His elbow was still resting on the arm of the chair.

Chest heaving, you watched him and slowly felt the dread creeping in. His eyes were hard, and you remembered who exactly you were dealing with. He had all the power in this relationship, and you had just lost your temper with him, outright disobeying something you had been ordered to do. And you may have embarrassed him in front of other Capitol council members in your outburst.

Tony stood from the chair and stalked over to you, peering down his nose at you. His voice was dangerously low when he said, “Go up to my bedroom and wait there for Steve and I. On the bed. Naked.”

Naked? You gulped.

Even you knew better than to argue with him with that scathing glare. You slunk away and you felt his glare burning into the back of your head as you closed the office door behind you.

<><><>

Curled in on yourself, you waited. It seemed to drag on forever, the waiting. You just wanted them to come up and belt you and get it over with.

When the door opened, you dared to raise your gaze, finding the both of them coming in. Their jackets, vests, and ties were gone. The top buttons of their dress shirts were undone, apparently have relaxed before this. Tony must have called Steve to his office and relayed to him what had transpired between the two of you.

You were doing your best to try to keep your breasts hidden, your legs crossed to hide yourself as well.

Tony came to a stop in front of you and he held out two fingers, pulling your chin up to force you to look at him directly. His stare was cold.

“You really pissed me off earlier,” he informed you point blank.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“I’m sure you are now. At the time, I know you meant every little ounce of venom you spat at me. And that I won’t abide. And neither will Steve. What goes on in one villa, goes on in the other. You will be well behaved in both.” When you did not say anything, his hand came to clench your jaw and you winced as he forced your mouth open as he mocked in a higher pitched voice, “’Yes, master. I understand’.”

“Yes, master, I understand,” you repeated, wincing against his tight grip.

“And we’ll make sure that sticks. We are in charge here,” Tony told you, letting go of your face and going to work on the rest of his buttons.

You had hardly noticed Steve had undressed himself to his briefs. You had been so focused on Tony’s imperious presence before you.

Steve was holding the panties you had thrown at Tony earlier. You felt sick as he told you, “Let me put these on you and don’t make it difficult.”

No. They were not going to beat you like you feared. They were going to do worse. Matilda came to mind being in Tony’s bed when you knew that was the last place she would have wanted to be and your eyes shot to the door before landing back on Steve who was coming close now.

Freeing himself from his boxers, Steve’s hand ran up and down his length. You cowered back, crawling back on the bed, tucking your feet to come onto your knees. You did not want to be in here. He smirked seeing your fight or flight kick in.

“Sweetpea, you know that’s not an option. Come back.” You tensed, shooting another quick look at the door. Steve’s expression melted from amusement to annoyance. “Now.”

You unfolded slowly, coming back to the end of the bed, your heart hammering. You had had sex before, but it had only been with the boy next door, the one you had thought once that you would marry before you had been brought here. Not like this. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you sat still as you could to let him slide them up and you allowed him to pull them all the way up. You spotted Tony still had the remote, a wicked grin on his face.

Steve was jutting out towards you, and you stared down at his length.

“Your hand,” Steve told you. “Wet it with your mouth.” You shakily did as he asked and he ordered, “More spit.” You did that as well. “Touch me.”

You felt humiliated but you did what he asked. He was thick and your hand slid up and down his length, wetting him with your spit. He moaned softly, his hips moving ever so slightly as you continued to stroke him off. The underwear vibrated and unlike before, they were not turning off. Tony was not giving you any reprieve. You tried to adjust so the movement was not directly on your bud but no matter what you tried, it was right there, and some angles made it worse, causing you to shiver at the direct contact. You caught Tony’s eyes and he was watching with heightened arousal, his erection evident in his slacks.

Steve was leaking precum in no time and you were short of breath with the stimulation on your cunt. You had shot a look at Tony finding him naked now, working himself up at the scene before him. You were getting the panties so wet and you wondered if that was going to affect the toy.

It reached a moment when Steve had had enough of just your hand. He stopped your movement and tossed your hand aside. You leaned back as he towered, his hands snatching at the sides of the panties and yanking them down your legs roughly, tossing them aside. You barely had time to react before he was picking you up in a fluid motion. You yelped at the airborne movement as he dragged you onto the bed with him. Steve laid down and pulled you in top of him, your hands planted by his head. His cock slid in with ease to your wet pussy, his lips sucking at your breasts.

The bed dipped with Tony’s added weight, and you heard him adjusting in between Steve’s legs, his hard cock brushing up against your tight ring. You realized fully what he was aiming for when his thumb met your ass and it was cold, covered in lube. You felt him squeeze some into you.

Having their way with you in your pussy was one thing but this was something else entirely, especially since Steve was already inside you. You had never had anal sex, let alone two men in you at once. This was their punishment.

Desperately, you begged, “Please don’t!”

Steve’s laugh was cruel. “‘Please don’t?’ Me? I’m not doing anything, darling. I’m just sitting here. Fully...seated... inside your tight cunt just enjoying it.”

You tried to look over your shoulder at Tony, “Master—"

But Steve grabbed your face and forced you to look back at him. “Relax…. Relax….” he breathed encouragingly. “You don’t want it to really hurt do you?”

There was no time for you to answer him as Tony started pressing in. It burned and you cried out. Steve was whispering in your ear to encourage you to relax, telling you to be a good girl. You choked on a cry, tears stinging as Tony continued to sink into your ass. You were so full.

“Aw, she’s crying, Tony.”

Tony sloppily kissed your temple, his hand tight on your throat. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. You’re doing so well! Taking it like the little whore we knew you are. Take your punishment… you’ll be loving it in no time.”

He pulled out slowly before pushing back in, keeping a slow steady pace. You breathed, trying to focus on the way it was subsiding to pleasure. You sniffled, hanging your head as he continued using you, Steve still waiting inside. You were sure their cocks were brushing each other in that thin membrane.

“Well-behaved now too. Just gotta fill her with cock to train her. Make her needy,” Steve rasped. “Tell us how much you like it, you little slut.”

It was an order. And you were just a rag doll between them right now; what other choice did you have but to comply?

You could not lie to yourself either, you were being stimulated to a whole new level.

“I love it,” you breathed shakily, a sharp whine escaping as you felt them both rocking in and out. They had a rhythm going, like they had done this before.

Steve continued with his dirty talk, “You want it? You wanna be fucked?”

“Yes, I want it. I wanna be fucked.”

Tony groaned at your declaration, slapping across your ass as you rocked between them. The reverberation sent a tremor through you, further stimulating you.

Steve bit roughly at your nipple and you yelped. His breath was hot as he growled, “You wanna be used like a perfect doll. Right? You wanna behave? Because if you don’t we won’t finish.”

Every nerve was on fire, and you were losing yourself to the feeling. No, they had to finish.

You nodded fervently, “I wanna behave. I wanna behave.”

“You know how lucky you are to be filled? What women would beg to be in your spot? You should be thanking us!”

“Thank you for filling me up,” you cried as Steve buried himself roughly. The shame of your pleading and groveling was overshadowed by every brush of their cocks inside you, pushing you towards the edge to come tumbling down.

They were working you like the doll Steve promised you were going to be. Your breath was short, and you were beginning to shake on your arms.

You heard Tony groan, “There you go, there you go. Fuck!”

“I got her Tony,” Steve grunted, holding you tight as broken cries left you. “I’ll hold you, sweetheart.” You trusted him in your delirious state and collapsed against him as your body gave way. You shouted, stuffing a fist into your mouth. Steve yanked your hand away and you cried out. “Let us hear what we’ve done to you, you naughty girl.”

Steve held you in place as Tony sped up, thrusting quick. You continued moaning with the heat tearing through you.

“You’re gonna take every fucking drop,” Tony husked. “Perfect little cumslut!”

He groaned animalistically, his cum emptying into your ass. You sighed relieved and buried your face into Steve’s collarbone. Tony slid out and you whined pathetically feeling him spill out onto your thighs.

“Almost done, doll. You’re taking your punishment perfectly, shaping up so well,” Steve kissed along the side of your face. “Tony, you did nothing to help me stalling myself with those hard thrusts of yours. Felt every rib of your dick, you bastard.” You heard Tony chuckling as Steve resumed his own thrusts. You whined, so sensitive but he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, and he was finishing soon, spilling his seed into your aching pussy. He gave a few more lazy thrusts before he picked you up and rolled over to drop you onto the bed.

You laid there exhausted, bare in the center of the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath.

Steve was pleased. “I love that gaped, cum filled look. Especially on her.”

They sounded a million miles away, you still drowning in what had just happened.

Tony came into your sights, and you turned your head towards him, exhaustion in your bones. “Gather yourself and then come join me in the shower. I’ll give you that before you come back out here and strip my bed to clean the sheets. Can’t keep you off your duties for too long, can we? I won’t be giving you special treatment no matter how well that perfect ass of yours just milked me.”

He turned before stopping and then he added, “By the way, I will not be sending you back to the Capitol building. If we have our say, you won’t be going home any time soon.”

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#steve rogers x reader #tony stark x reader #dark tony stark #dark steve rogers #dark marvel #my shit

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pi-cat000 · 3 years

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BNHA: Kakashi dimension hops crossover (5)

Summary: Kakashi gets dumbed into the My Hero Academia universe through random plot devise.

Characters: Kakashi Hatake

Fandoms: My Hero Academia and Naruto

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence/injury

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Ms Iroi always tries to engage him in conversation whenever she comes in, asking questions and chatting to herself in a fruitless attempt at helping him recover his 'lost' memories. Most of the time, Kakashi is indifferent to her presence and always has a magazine handy as an excuse not to talk.

Today, Iroi is in a particularly good mood, humming to herself, greeting him with an energetic, “How are you doing today!”

Kakashi grunts a noncommittal response which doesn’t do much to discourage the woman’s good mood as she runs through a check-up routine.

“You should try watching U.A’s sports festival tomorrow. I hear it’s going to be particularly spectacular this year,” she says as she pulls the blinds on Kakashi's window, blocking out the distant city lights.

U.A? he recognises the name. Kakashi glances up over the pages of HERO!! MONTHLY BREAKDOWN. It is the third time he has read this issue.

“You know, since you like reading those hero magazines, I figured you would be interested in watching the ‘next generation of heroes’ debut,” she continues, noting his attention, “U.A always puts on a good show.”

Kakashi frowns. The problem with his amnesia cover story is that he is still trying to figure out what he can get away with not remembering. So far the doctor’s seem content to chalk up the disappearance of his long term memories to a ‘quirk’ accident but were always more concerned when he failed to recall basic factual information. Something to do with different parts of the brain being responsible for different types of information.

“Watch how?” He settles on asking. U.A. was supposed to be a hero-training academy so whatever this ‘sports festival’ was was worth checking out.

“Oh,” Iori pauses to think, “I, ah, think channel 2 with be covering it?” she hesitates, “You know what. I’ll look it up and let you know later. Sorry, I can’t carry my phone around with me while on shift.”

“Thank you.” He smiles and makes a show of returning to his magazine to dissuade further conversation.

Later the same evening, just before the end of the evening shift, Iori pokes her head into his room again. She is out of uniform, long hair untired, waving to catch his attention.

“The coverage is on channel 2 and starts at 11am,” She holds up her portable communication devise like it means something. It probably did mean something. The frequency by which people checked them suggested it had a function beyond basic communication. He has held off attempting to steal one because, unlike pens, people would notice and care if one went missing.

“Have fun watching! Oh… also, I forgot to ask…”

Kakashi raises a brow.

“I have a bunch of old gossip magazines. Mum used to read them all the time and there are a few hero-themed ones in the mix. I can bring them in if you want more stuff to read.”

“If you want.” Iori must have noticed him re-reading the magazines.

"I'll bring them on Friday!"

Iori had been unsubtly hinting that Kakashi might have had a history in heroics. It definitely wasn’t because reading information on a page just made sense when compared to the barrage of conflicting reports the television gave him. A few weeks with only the television as his information source has him writing off most of its information as useless or propaganda.

…

...

“HEELLLOOOOO, LISTENERS!”

Kakashi stares dully as the video footage, which had been giving him a bird’s eye view of a positively massive stadium, changes to a sweeping shot of what must be thousands of people crammed into seats. It almost makes him claustrophobic just watching it.

“WELLCOME TO OUR ANNUAL U.A. SPORTS FESTIVAL! THE HIGH SCHOOL ADOLESCENT RODEO YOU ALL LOVE TO WATCH. CAN A GET A ‘OH YEAH!’”

As if of one mind, thousands of people leap to their feet screaming. The camera angle changes again to show a grinning blond-haired man, seated at a desk and pointing enthusiastically at the camera. All these shot changes are going to give him a headache. Kakashi is already having reservations watching this and its only10 minutes.

“Thank you! You’re an AMAZING audience!”

It almost reminds him of the final Chunin Exam stages -if the Chunin exams had had three times the audience - which always involved some sort of combat display. There hadn’t been any public Chunin Exams recently for reasons such as a large portion of Konoha being flattened by Pein.

“FIRST UP ARE OUR FIRST-YEAR EVENTS! And what an exciting round of events they are, perfect for debuting our newest students! Give us a shout so they can feel your support!”

Another loud shot as thousands of people yelled in unison.

“Come on! Louder than that! These are your future Heroes I’m talking about! SHOW THEM SOME LOVE!”

More yelling. Kakashi turns down the volume.

“But! Wait just a minute!! We're not only here for our Hero students! As I'm sure you all know, behind every great hero is a hardworking support team! GIVE IT UP FOR our Support, Management and General departments who are also competing for a chance to face off in the finals!”

Kakashi sighs. He is getting the sense that this might be more for entertainment than utility purposes, conforming to the general trend of Hero-related stuff being flashy. Different from the Chunin exam which had deadly consequences if not taken seriously.

“Hey. Hey! HERE THEY COME NOW! OUR STUDENTS PARTICIPATING IN THE FIRST YEAR STAGE!”

What follows is an overly dramatized race where the only thing of interest to him are the obstacle types, including robots, - mobile mechanical weapons of some sort that produced a lot of environmental damage but were taken down fairly easily- and explosive devices that acted a lot like explosive tags. Then there was a team elimination round and one-on-one tournament fights after which the coverage shifts to the second year and third year stages.

He uncovers the sharingun only to discover that, while its memorisation function worked fine, the part that translated the movements into muscle memory felt off. Perhaps, the replication and copying component of the eye didn’t work when viewing a technique through a screen rather than in person. Interesting. As there wasn't anything particularly impressive technique-wise during the events he counts the new information as a net gain.

The student-heroes – he is not sure if there is an official term for a hero in training – barely match Konoha’s academy standard in their taijutsu and physical conditioning though there was marked improvement between first, second and third-year groups. These students were what...between 14-18 years old...and yet most had the skill level of an academy students and fresh genuin with only a few notable exceptions?

Sure, there were - honestly ridiculous- versatile and powerful bloodline abilities being thrown around like nothing, but ninjutsu techniques only took a shinobi so far without a strong base to work from. He shakes his head, reminding himself that these kids - because what else did you call combatants who hadn’t graduated yet- weren’t shinobi in training and would be policing civilians and engaging ‘Villains’ of similar skill levels. It was obvious that the students favoured non-lethal takedown methods and put little to no thought into stealth and misdirection during fights.

Different words…different priorities.

As Kakashi has yet to see any evidence that the country, Japan, was at war with another he thinks the skill level displayed might be serviceable. There were also no major conflicts between the country’s large cities over farmland, water sources and the like. Obviously, this place had sorted out the resource and distribution issues usually encountered when supporting such large populations. Or, who knows, maybe everything on the television was a carefully constructed lie to lull people into complacency.

Now he has seen an example of hero-students, he better understands the low combat ability demonstrated by the police. It also gives incite into the blurry recordings of Hero/Villain confrontations which played on repeat across the various ‘news’ reports. They all tended to hover around Chunin or maybe Special Jounin in terms of skill. He knows generalisations are dangerous so, until he saw the combat in person, he would exercise his usual level of caution. There were bound to be outliers after all-the impressive brute strength of the number one hero comes to mind- and there was no telling what advantages a bloodline ability might provide. Absently, he makes testing the susceptibly of people without chakra to genjustu as something to figure out sooner rather than later.

He sighs. This is why he hated the television. Whenever he watched it, he came away increasingly confused, with more questions than he had answers. Not to mention anything useful being constantly interrupted with information detailing one of the many products that he could apparently buy here. It irritated him to no end.

...

The chakra collecting seal is ready before the week is out. Mostly ready...it was ready enough.

Kakashi returns to the roof. Sitting cross-legged, back against the stairway entrance, he works his way through the 100 or so pens, cracking them open and tapping out ink into a large bowl, stolen -like the pens -from hospital staff.

The mix of black, blue and red ink is gluggy, forcing him to add water to thin the solution out. Once satisfied he pulls out an appropriated scalpel – one of a growing collection hidden alongside his pens because having a stash of weapons is never a bad thing- pricking his middle finger, watching the blood drip and curdle with the mixture. The blood would be absorbed into the ink, allowing it to conduct chakra. He mixes everything with pair of disposable chopsticks, taking care not to spill it on the ground or stain his hands.

The whole process reminds him of other insistences where he had improvised fuinjutsu ink in the field. The last time being during his final Anbu missions where he had created a body storage scroll from scratch after unexpectedly losing a squad mate on what should have been a simple intel retrieval mission. Not a particularly fond memory but a memory he was stuck with.

Since his demotion to Jonin-sensei there had been fewer of those sorts of missions. Not that being a Jonin-sensei had been easy – considering all his students had gone off to find other teachers he didn't even think he had been particularly good at it - bringing with it its own special brand of stress, culminating in a stint as Hokage, a fourth war and him stuck here. He is pretty sure his experiences aren't universal. Team 7 was just cursed to fail in increasingly spectacular ways.

He lets out a heavy sigh, leaving his airways open to a sudden gust of cold wind which carries the scent of cleaning chemicals from the hospital and oil from the road straight up his nose. He exhales forcefully and mentally bumps finding a face mask up his list of priorities. It would be good for hiding his features and dulling the artificial smells of a city housing over a million people.

The sound of wind whistling around the building almost blocks out the echo of feet in the stairway, approaching his location. In one smooth motion, Kakashi stands pushing the remaining broken pen back into the vent, nudging the cover back in place with his foot. Carefully he holds the bowl of ink in his injured arm and a scalpel in the other. Kakashi steps back against the entrance so the outward opening door would hide him from whoever came out.

A crying kid comes barrelling through the door.

Well, not completely crying, more like sniffing loudly, eyes all shiny. He even recognises the kid from the U.A combat demonstration, as improbable as that was. It is the first year hero student with the speed-enhancing ability which, seeing him up close, probably had something to do with the strange growths coming out of his caff muscles. High speed movement put enormous strain on the body so he could reasonably conclude that the kid was physically resilient to acceleration stress and similar forces. Not resilient to stabbing though....

Kakashi forces himself to relax, his scalpel lowering ever so slightly. Lucky he had heard the kid coming or he might have accidentally hurt him. A few weeks of reduced sleep coupled with a lot of time to ruminate on past missions and failures has put him on edge. This was exactly why he disliked taking extended breaks.

Maybe, Kakashi should start relocking the stairway if he was planning to make regular trips up here because the young male probably hadn’t had the roof in mind as a destination. Kakashi knows from experience that, unless you were injured or a member of staff, there were few good reasons to wander around a hospital at odd hours.

With the hero-student distracted sniffling into his arm, Kakashi slips around the door and back down the stairs. He hadn’t planned on applying the seal on the roof anyway. Too exposed to the elements and the concrete was too rough for the delicate line work.

He continues mixing while he walks, having mentally mapped the hospital well enough to know which hallways to use and which to avoid. There is a surgeon with some sort of heat-sensing vision who works late most nights that he must be careful around and a nurse with a weak proximity based empathic ability working in paediatrics. Both obstacles force him to take a meandering detour on his way to the ground floor and the larger shower blocks which housed cubicles the size of small rooms. Enough smooth floorspace for the expanded seal design and easy to clean afterwards. He supposes he is lucky, some complicated fuinjutsu required several meters worth of floor space. The containment on Saskue’s cursed seal comes to mind and he is glad that this seal is infinity smaller.

Not one to waste time knowing that nurses and patients regularly used the space even this late in the evening, he immediately slips into a cubicle upon arrival. Flopping onto the floor he pulls out the paintbrush he had had scour the hospital for and eventually to steal from the children’s ward. Carefully, he begins the slow process of application.

…

The final seal design is circular, about the size of his splayed hand, positioned on his uninjured shoulder just above where his Anbu seal had previously sat. The sleepwear provided by the hospital had sleeves that extend just past his bicep. It hid the design, for the most part. The final visible seal is a bit bigger than he had predicted or planned for. If this were a proper infiltration mission, where blowing his cover came at the price of death, he would be in big trouble. If this were a proper mission, he would have waited before applying this. An unnecessary risk. He itches the back of his head, turning from where he is craning his neck to see the seal, gathering up his supplies to be thrown in one of the hospital’s many rubbish bins. Kakashi lets out a breath. Maybe, this whole ‘trapped in a different world’ thing is affecting him more than he was willing to admit and making him sloppy.

He pulls down the sleeve so it mostly hides the design. Not like the doctors here would recognise the significance of fuinjutsu, he reminds himself, even if their questions would be annoying to deflect.

He pumps chakra into the seal and a jolt akin to lightning runs down his limb. It activates without issue and Kakashi grimaces as his chakra is slowly drained and collected. The rate of the drain is pathetically slow. Three years too slow. But, between this and his sharingan - which was always active and draining chakra- he can’t risk making it quicker. Despite the relatively low-level threats around him, Kakashi is, first and foremost, a Jonin in an unknown territory who is already taking risks simply making and applying the seal. He can’t afford to impair himself with poor chakra management on top of everything else.

Kakashi pops his head out of the cubical, scanning the shower block. Nothing of note has changed and he darts out, intent on returning to his room. He is tired and it would be a long, tiresome week as his body adjusted to the strain as well.

#bnha #bnha fanfic #naruto #CrossOver #dimension travel AU #hatake kakashi #kakashi headcanons #cultural shock #Iida makes a breif cameo #fanfiction #my hero academia #plot continues to move at a glacial pace

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet (1)

Warnings: this series will be a shorter one and will include blood/blood kink, cutting, noncon, and other triggers to be warned in future parts.

This features Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes and is explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You unintentionally find yourself at an awkward impasse with your boyfriend's best friend.

Note:

So, I’m transferring this over from ao3! It’s two parts so far but I just kept procrastinating so if you didn’t see it over there, here it is on Tumblr.

I love you all and I always cherish your feedback and comments and wouldn't mind some on this piece here as well. It's never an obligation but always loved.

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It felt like you were always waiting on Steve. He was an important man and his time was equally as important. It wasn’t a surprise that he was so divided between his personal and professional life and you weren’t bitter for it. You learned to live with it. It was a precious sort of patience knowing that when his time was yours, it was spent without waste.

You sat with your phone pressed to your thigh. You were early but when it came to Steve, you were always early. You’d headed over right after work and he warned you his meeting might go late. You didn’t mind the wait so much. You knew most of his colleagues in the tower and it was almost like a second home.

You flipped your phone and checked the time again. You frowned. Even if time passed quickly, it felt too long. Those minutes dwindling that you could be with Steve. You couldn’t be upset; his work was demanding and at times, dire. And he was worth the wait.

As you sighed and flicked through your apps, looking for a distraction, you were startled by a shadow in your peripheral. Bucky had a habit of sneaking up on you and everyone else. His steps were light and measured. You glanced over as he waved to you with two fingers, his other hand clung to a slender metal box. You eyed it as you said ‘hello’ and dropped your phone into your purse.

“Waiting on Steve again?” He stopped on the other side of the empty chair behind you.

“He’s just wrapping up,” you shrugged, “What are you still doing here? You’re usually the first one out.”

“Oh, uh, just picking something up,” he gestured to the box. “Thought I’d stick around and get some practice in.”

You raised a brow and looked at the box again. “Well, what’s the mystery?”

“Ah,” he sat beside you and shifted in the chair. He rested the box on his leg and gripped the lid. He stopped himself and peered over at you. “I lent this to Sam on a mission and he didn’t return it in one piece.” He slowly unclasped the case and opened it. “It’s my favourite combat knife. A kabar. Not standard army issue, but I made a barter for it as we were taking over for a company of Marines.”

You eyed the long knife and its thick handle. Your eyes rounded. You weren’t unused to the presence of weapons but Bucky was so casual about it, it was almost scary.

“Oh,” you blinked, “Wait, you mean, way back…”

“1944.” He declared as he took it off the cushion, “It’s a relic. Well, the handle at least.” He balanced it with his vibranium finger, “You see?”

He turned the handle towards you. You eyed the butt where three letters had been engraved along the metal joint; JBB. You tilted your head as you leaned closer.

“Here,” he made it wobble, “Take it.”

“What? No… I don’t think I should,” you laughed.

“Go on. It’s fine.” He goaded, “What else are you gonna do? Your old man’s sure taking his time.”

“I’m not to be trusted with sharp objects,” you kidded, “If Steve was here, he’d tell you as much.”

“Boo,” he chided, “Don’t worry. I’ve trained greener than you. Just keep your hand on the handle and your fine.”

He waved the handle toward you and you tutted. Reluctantly, you accepted the knife and held it to the light as you admired the blade. It was large and you shuddered as you imagined it slicing through human flesh. You had no doubt it would do so easily.

“It’s a nice knife,” you remarked as you turned it in your hand, “Here.”

You slowly offered it to him but in your haste to be rid of the kabar, it slid in your grasp. You overcompensated for the slip and fumbled it completely. Without thinking and against Bucky’s sudden ‘don’t’, you tried to catch it before it could fall. The edge of the blade sliced your palm before the knife embedded in the floor.

You hissed and recoiled as you held your hand. Bucky shoved the metal box from his thigh and lowered it onto the floor. He turned to you and stared at your bloody palm as you tried to stems the flow.

“Shit,” he searched his pockets, “Are you okay?”

He got up and grabbed the box of tissues from the table on the other side of you. He sat again and pressed a wad of six tissues to your hand as he cradled it. He pushed and you winced with a whimper.

“Gotta apply pressure to slow the flow,” he said, “You’re fine. Probably just need some stitches.”

“Stitches?” You gulped, “Oh.”

You felt woozy as the sight of your own blood. You flinched as he clung to your hand, sandwiched between both of his as the tissue turned red. You heard footsteps along the next hall and you peeked over your shoulder as another appeared at behind you.

“Hey, you two,” Steve chimed, “Funny you ran into--” He choked on his words and rushed forward. “Woah, what happened?”

Steve knelt beside your chair and as good as snatched your hand from Bucky. The movement made your hand throb and Bucky watched Steve with a frown. He stood with a grumble and retrieved his knife from the floor and scooped up the box. Steve moved into the empty chair without looking.

“What were you doing?” Steve snapped.

“I dropped his knife. I was… well, you know how clumsy I can be.” You shook your head, “I’m fine.”

“His knife?” Steve looked back at Bucky and quickly turned back to you, “You let her play with that thing?”

“She’s not a kid, Steve,” Bucky sniffed.

“Maybe not but she got hurt,” Steve snipped.

Bucky pursed his lips and was silent Steve continued to mop up the blood as you watched the other man. Bucky lifted the knife and looked it over. You saw a tint of red along its edge and his blue eyes traced it before he lowered it into the case. He snapped it shut and held it in his metal hand as he left bloody fingerprints on it with his other.

He paused and held up his real hand. He turned it and looked at you between his fingers. His cheek twitched and his eyes returned to his stained flesh. His mouth curved slightly and he brought his fingers closer to his face and seemed to smell them. You gasped as Steve jostled your hand and Bucky poked out his tongue to drag it over your blood as it dripped his knuckles. His fingertips lingered on his lips and he pushed two fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. He took a deep breath and his dusky eyes bore into you. You were stunned. Were you hallucinating from blood loss? It couldn’t be that bad.

You looked down and Steve checked beneath the tissues.

“Come on. We should head down to Med and get you some stitches,” Steve stood and drew you up with him. With your hand in one of his, he reached over and took your purse from the table. “Well, now you know not to play with knives.” Steve spun and pulled you along, “And you know not to let her.” He reproached Bucky.

“She’s fine. It’s shallow.” Bucky said, though his voice was thick and stunted.

“This time,” Steve rebuffed and kept, “Come on, sweetheart.”

“See ya later, I guess,” Bucky called after you.

“Later,” Steve said sharply without pause.

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Steve didn’t stay mad for long, if he ever was. His worry often got the best of him. He even said it himself and apologized. He dealt with enough blood on the job, he didn’t need it at home. You agreed it was stupid but it wasn’t Bucky’s fault; it was just an accident. You promised, at least, to stick to kitchen knives.

You also made sure that Steve apologized to Bucky. You felt bad after you were all stitched up and thought of the defeat in his voice. Yet, you couldn’t shake the image of Bucky licking your blood from his fingers. You were sure you’d imagined it. You had to have. You had been in so much pain and it had all happened so fast…

You pushed the thoughts away. You were stupid. It didn’t happen. Bucky wasn’t like that. He wouldn’t do that. He just wouldn’t.

A week passed. You didn’t see him again, even when you waited for Steve. Stark was hosting another event and the tower was in a frenzy. Steve was being awarded for his humanitarian work and while Tony didn’t like sharing the spotlight, his name would be mentioned enough to assuage his ego.

Saturday came and you enjoyed a quiet morning as Steve went over his speech and you got ready together. You were still unused to being attached to him at these events; the cameras made you tense and the strangers had you reaching for another wine glass. He made it easier though; he reassured you when in doubt and was able to easily sweep you away from any awkward situation. Steve wasn’t the just the world’s saviour, he was yours.

You arrived and followed Steve past the press. He stopped to say a few words and take some photos but didn’t tarry long.

“Come on,” he pulled you through the doors, “There’ll be enough pictures inside.”

“Ow,” you moaned as he grabbed your bandaged hand.

“Shit, sorry,” he hooked his arm through yours instead, “I still can’t believe you did that.”

“Me either.” You laughed.

“You know, if you knew how to keep hold of a knife, you might actually be a worthy opponent.”

“Maybe,” you poked his arm, “You better hope I never learn how.”

He chuckled and guided you around the bodies around you. Again, he stopped for pictures and bulbs flashed as he stood against a curtain backdrop. He greeted those he knew and patiently smiled at the introductions of those he didn’t. You stayed close as he made certain to include you in each interaction. He never forgot about you and when formalities were over, he hugged your waist and sighed.

He led you to your assigned seats and you were happy to see familiar faces waiting for you, Nat, Wanda, Vision, Tony, and Pepper sat with drinks already half-gone as Bucky approached the table. You averted your eyes as he came to Steve and claimed the chair on his other side.

“How’s your hand?” Bucky asked as you sat.

“Healing,” you showed your bandage, “And your knife? It’s still in one piece?”

“I think it did a lot more damage on you,” he grinned and stared at you a moment before he turned to Steve, “Nervous yet?”

“Shut up, Buck,” Steve felt around his jacket and patted the cue cards hidden there.

“Oh come on, you’re always great,” Bucky scoffed.

“Compared to you? Easy.” Steve smirked.

“Hey,” Bucky elbowed him.

You reached for the glass of white wine and sipped. Natasha caught your attention as she asked about your dress and you lost yourself in a conversation about Wanda’s favourite soap.

Finally, the ceremony began as the tables quieted and Steve pulled your hand over onto his thigh as he squeezed it nervously. You ignored the pain it caused and leaned against him.

“You’ll be alright,” you whispered.

He smiled and turned to kiss your cheek. “How am I gonna think of anything but getting that dress off tonight?”

“Steve,” you uttered and rubbed his thumb with yours.

“Sweetheart,” he breathed and nuzzled your temple before he looked forward again.

You clung to his hand even as it made the bandage chafe against your stitches. You tried to listen but found yourself squirming. His words lingered and you felt giddy. It had been a few days; the two of you worn out from your jobs, your plans often ended in you falling asleep before they could come to fruition.

When Steve was called to accept his award, the crowd stood and you did too. As they applauded, you clapped the back of your hand with other. As Steve made his way to the stage, you felt a shift beside you. A warm scent rose in your nostrils, a subtle cologne, and you felt an arm brush against yours.

“Mmmm,” Bucky hummed as he stood close.

You looked over at him as he grinned, his eyes on the stage. You shook your head and turned back to watch Steve.

“You tasted delicious,” he muttered as he leaned closer. Your hands froze and he reached to touch the back of the bandage wound around it.

You bit down and didn’t dare look at him. You resumed your pathetic applause as Steve climbed onto the stage and Bucky clapped loudly beside you. As the audience quieted and sat, he reluctantly resumed his own seat, Steve’s empty chair between you.

You shivered as Steve stood behind the microphone. He bent his cue cards then peeked at them before he began to speak. You were distracted as you sensed something beside you. You peered over as Bucky’s fingertips tapped against his thigh.

His eyes caught yours and he bowed his head. You looked down again as he brushed his hand over his crotch and pushed his shoulders back. Your eyes flicked up to his face and he winked. You tore your gaze away as your ears buzzed and you could barely decipher Steve’s voice. It wasn’t happening. It wasn’t. And yet, that ache between your legs was even more persistent.

🩸

Steve’s hands were on you before you even closed the door. All night, he’d been sneaking touches; your arm, your hip, your ass. His eyes stuck to you now and then as he took in the praise of another admirer but you could tell, despite his nods, he wasn’t really in the moment.

You heard the lock click as he tugged at the back of your dress. You looked back at him and giggled.

“At least let me get these damn things off,” you looked at the strappy heels.

“Fuck your shoes,” he spun you to him and turned you against the slim table beside the shoe mat. “I’ve waited long enough.”

He lifted you onto the table and your shoulders hit the wall. You braced the edge as he pushed between your legs and crashed his lips into yours. Your cheeks burned and the sensation spread through your body as he crumpled your skirt in his fingers, pulling it further and further up your legs.

You grabbed the lapel of his jacket and pushed it down his shoulders. He rescinded his arms long enough to shed it and let it drop to the floor with a woosh. You yanked on his tie as you kept your mouth moving against his. He forced your skirt higher and you lifted your ass as the cool air brushed the thin fabric of your panties.

He purred and you squeezed him between your thighs. You fiddled with his belt until it came undone and quickly unzipped his fly. You rolled his pants down and hooked your thumbs in the elastic of his brief. You drew your hands to the front and pulled the top of his underwear down past his erection.

You stroked him and he gasped into your mouth. He threw his head back and shoved his hand between your legs. He pulled aside the crotch of your pants and slid his fingers along your folds. He teased you and cradled your face as he kissed you again. Your legs bent in anticipation.

You continued to tease his length as you moved closer to him. You guided him along your cunt as his fingers played with your clit. He smeared your arousal along his tip and you angled him against your entrance. He pushed into you, nearly taking you off the table as he gripped your chin and nibbled at your bottom lip.

He thrust as you teetered on the edge, his thumb pressed to your bud. You moaned and hung your head back. He hummed as his hand slipped down to your neck and his thick fingers spread over your throat. He held you firmly, as if he were tempted to squeeze as he rocked. You felt the pressure threaten for an instant and he let out a heavy breath. His hand fell to your chest and he fondled you as his hips kept a steady rhythm.

You arched your back and kept a hand on the table as you moved with him. He rubbed your clit as he pulled your dress down below your tits. He tweaked your nipple and buried his face in your neck. You panted as you bent your legs around him and welcomed him even deeper.

He grunted loudly through laboured breaths as the fabric of your clothing caught and clung between your bodies. You grasped the back of his neck as he plunged into you over and over. Your core thrummed and bumps rose along your skin. You whined as your orgasm blossomed and fell over you in a haze. Your eyes rolled back and you held onto Steve desperately as you longed for more.

He pushed you back until you were against the wall and snaked his hand under your leg. He pushed your knee up so that your foot was by his head and slammed into you. He pinned you and rutted with eager growls. Your lashes fluttered and you stared back at his fiery blue eyes. He watched you as you writhed and whimpered.

He leaned his forehead against yours and his hot breath surrounded you. He groaned and muffled his climax as it shook his body. He jerked into you sharply as he came and the table knocked the wall with each tilt of his hips. He kept on until he was breathless and you were splayed and tender around him.

He brought two fingers up under your chin and kissed you. His hand fell and he played with the loose strap of your dress as it sagged down your arm.

“Should we take this to the bedroom?” He asked as he b`rushed his nose against yours.

“You think you’ll make it that far,” you murmured.

“We’ll get there,” he lifted you and kept you around him. “Eventually.”

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bloody and raw but I swear it is sweet #fic #series #dark!fic #dark fic #mcu #marvel #captain america

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my-darling-luna · 3 years

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Your Majesty Chapter 6

Remember that none of the gifs I use are meant to represent you! As always, let me know if I can fix/change anything to make my stories for everyone.

Ugh I’m so sorry about being almost two weeks late. School is almost over for me so I’m getting really stressed with all the final projects that I’m getting. It should come down soon. Sorry again, loves. :(

Your Majesty Masterlist

Summary- It has been more than a decade since the Kingdom of Ultron lost their princess. (Y/n) was just a 17 year old that didn’t know much about her past. Realizations happen and lives are crossed. How will (Y/n) handle the new pressure?

Stucky x reader

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“Thank you for coming on this walk with me.” T’Challa nodded at (Y/n)’s words.

“Of course although I can’t help thinking that you have something on your mind.” The two walked side by side through the pathways of the garden, moving farther and farther from the castle.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” A smile grazed (Y/n)’s lips, telling the man beside her that she did in fact know what he was talking about. “I am just thinking about how beautiful Nakia and your wedding will be.” T’Challa smiled kindly and paused for a second before moving once again.

“You know that Nakia and I are just friends.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes.

“And Steve, Bucky, and I are just friends.”

“Haha.” He said sarcastically. “Although I could imagine you three as just close friends.”

“Oh yeah. The best of friends.” She laughed loudly, rolling her eyes at the thought. “Just admit that you love Nakia and get it over with!” T’Challa sighed as the two turned around and made their way back to the castle.

“It’s not that easy, (Y/n).” She opened her mouth to speak. “Why don’t you tell the boys that you like them?” Her mouth closed. “Double standards.”

“No, not double standards because it’s different. I know that Nakia likes you and vise versa, plus you’re just two people. I don’t know what they would think of a relationship with three people.” (Y/n) played with her fingers nervously.

“Well I think that if they love you, they won’t care about that type of thing. I know that it’s quite common throughout our kingdoms.”

“Just because it’s common, doesn’t mean that everyone agrees with it. What if they’re in that percentage?” T’Challa rolled his eyes.

“You are one of the most intelligent-non-intelligent person I know.” (Y/n) gasped and playfully pushed the king over.

“I know I did not just hear you call me stupid, king T’Challa. Weren’t you dead for months?” He held a hand to his heart.

“Low blow, (Y/n).” He joked while holding the door open for the princess. They both nodded at the castle guards before moving inside and down the marble floors.

“I hate these stupid floors.” (Y/n) laughed as T’Challa helped her keep her balance. The girl had previously fell twice on the way to the dining room. Two guards opened the doors and every one of the royals, except them, looked up. “Sorry we’re late.” She kissed Pepper’s and Tony’s cheeks before sitting down on the other side of her father. “We lost track of time in the garden. So when’s the meeting?” It was quiet from the table.

“You’re not coming to the meeting.” Tony said plainly and she dropped her silverware back to her side.

“What do you mean I’m not going?” Her eyes strayed to Bucky and Steve who looked towards her father when her eyes landed on them.

“Like I said, you’re not going.” Pepper sighed before ushering everyone out of the room other than the two Starks.

“Of course I’m going, are you crazy? This is my life who are all conferencing about!” (Y/n) stood up, her chair squealing on the floor.

“You are not permitted to come. The council and I have all agreed that it is best for you to not to come,” Tony sighed before standing up and out of his chair, “and you will taken to Brooklyn while this is all settled out.”

“Brooklyn? You’re joking? I’m not leaving and I am going to that meeting!”

Tony continued on like he didn’t hear her. “Steve and Bucky will travel with you and wait for two weeks to get comfortable before they come back here. You will stay there.” (Y/n) eyes filled with tears.

“You’re throwing me away.” Her voice was soft and it broke around the edges.

“I’m doing what’s best for you.” Tony explained and moved closer to his daughter, hurt filling his eyes when she backed away from him.

“You don’t get to decide that.” She sniffed quietly so that her tears wouldn’t fall.

“You leave tomorrow at ten am; be ready.” The doors opened as the king left the room. Once (Y/n) heard the click of the door, her knees gave out and she grasped at the tile floor for some sort of ground.

“Oh sweetheart.” Pepper cooed, wrapping her arms around her step-daughter only to hold tighter when she felt her fight.

“He’s kicking me out. He doesn’t love me.” (Y/n) sobbed, relaxing in her mother’s hold, loud sobs echoing through the empty room.

“Let’s get you to your room.” Pepper ignored the statement about Tony, knowing that he loved her more than anything, but this was not the time to get in a fight. She helped (Y/n) off the floor before walking her through the doors and down the many corridors. “You’ll be alright, baby.” Pepper mumble to her while caressing her cheek carefully. “Everything will be alright.” (Y/n) was tucked in and a kiss was pressed to her forehead. She did not want to wake up this next day.

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“(Y/n)?” Lillian’s voice woke her up. “I packed all of your things, if you would like me to help you get ready-”

“No thank you, Lillian. Take the day off.” Only when the door closed did (Y/n) get out of bed and look at herself in the mirror. She could feel her swelled sinuses, the night of crying taking a toll on her body. Her eyes were also red, the blood vessels more pronounced against her irises. Sighing, she turned around to get ready.

As everyone sat down at the table, it was clear the quiet nature coming from the eldest Stark daughter. Her face was solemn and her eyes were casted down at her plate and not the people around her. Steve whispered to Bucky quietly, resulting in a nod coming from the man.

“(Y/n) stop playing with your food.” Tony was ignored and she kept smushing the toast with her fork. “Stop acting like a child.” Once again, ignored. “Go to your room and wait until ten.” His voice was lower and quieter, trying to keep attention of the two but it was fruitful. This time, he didn’t get ignored and she got up quietly and walked up of the room.

“Tony, maybe this wasn’t a good idea-” Steve stopped talking at Tony’s hand in the air.

“I’m doing what’s best for her. Now go get her ready to leave.” Bucky and Steve got up and walked down the corridor to (Y/n)’s room.

“(Y/n)? Doll? It’s time.” Bucky said on the other side of the door, his words accompanied with knocking. It was silent from the other side and Bucky opened the door to see (Y/n) sitting in the middle of the bed, her eyes trained on the trunk with all of her belongings in it.

“Let’s go, doll.” Steve took (Y/n)’s hand and led her off of the bed. Bucky grabbed the trunk and walked behind the two as they made their way to the carriage waiting outside.

This carriage was almost exactly like her father’s, the only difference being the blue and red detailing and the black gems that studded around the door. Pepper, Tony, and Morgan stood outside, the rest of the royalty knowing that it was best to leave the family alone for right now. Bucky put the trunk on the back of the carriage and the two turned to the foot men to give some privacy to the family.

“I’m going to miss you so much, but you’ll be back in no time, alright? I’ll write to you and so will Morgan.” (Y/n) hugged Pepper tightly before bending down to hug Morgan in her arms.

“I’m going to miss you so much, write me, okay, bug?” Morgan nodded and (Y/n) wiped away the tears trailing down the young girl’s cheeks. “I’ll be back in no time.” Standing up, she pressed a cold kiss to her father’s cheek before walking to the carriage. Steve helped her in and they followed in after her. As the carriage pulled away, all they could hear was:

“Please sissy, come back, please!” (Y/n) broke down in silent tears.

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kira-fluff · 3 years

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Hello! Have you done headcanons for a MC that is a really good artist? Like, that's what she loves and hopes to make a career out of it? (For the RFA, V, And Saeran?) thankyou! Bye bye! \ ^-^ /

a/n: I LOOOVEE this idea! As a passionate artist myself, this one hits home :) As you probably know, I’ve updated my rules, since you specified 2, I will pick 2 from the RFA :) Again, let me know if you’d like to have different characters than the ones I picked! I went for MC instead of Y/n this time. Let me know what you think. Thanks!

Also, this is pre-relationship and it may or may not have turned into a confession headcanon oh gosh

MC is an Artist +Confession bonus

V +bonus confession

As a fellow artist, V would be incredibly proud of you

Even though he might sometimes have trouble saying it

V has always showed actions above his words

You’d quickly gathered this from his lack of communication with the RFA chat and text messages between the two of you in general

But you understood him, in a way

You related to the freedom he felt whenever he expressed himself through his photography

Because you felt that same feelings when you painted

You were incredibly inspired by Beatrix Potter, your memories of her various artworks inspiring you to do the same

You adored nature just as much as V did

Together, you both made a beautiful pair

You wore an adorable flower-patterned, yellow sun dress

A beige sunhat you held to your head with a hand, carrying your brushes and paint palette

Him, dressed smartly in a sweater with khaki pants

V could carry your easel for you, his professional photography bag slung around his shoulder.

You’d laugh, turning around to look at him, the wind blowing in your face, urging him to “Come on!”

V had never thought you more beautiful than the time you’d accidentally tripped into a meadow of freesias, scattering them every which way

You gasped, whipping out your pocket book, etching down the scene before you

After a measurable silence, you looked over at V who had been quiet in taking pictures of you

He keeps many copies of the pictures, putting one in his wallet and other places he’d look frequently just to make him smile

He’d never let others besides himself see them, but they were the most beautiful photos he’d ever taken, and this not just by his standards of your beauty

You sometimes would catch yourself sketching him during your time outside with him, sitting in a quiet pasture

The world’s creatures were your muse, but you couldn’t help yourself from taking every opportunity to capture V’s every expression

And maybe that’s when you realized you were completely and utterly in love with him.

In those quiet times in the meadows, all along you were in love with him.

When you’d caught V taking candids of you, you always would beg him to delete them, which he begrudgingly would, if you really begged him

But.. other than that, you were positive V had no real feelings for you outside of a deep friendship.

That must’ve done it. He knows.

Because suddenly, V had become incredibly distant, flaking out of your naturalist escapades, becoming increasingly difficult to come in contact at all..

it was all pointing to the fact that he had realized how deeply you loved him.

You in turn, pushed away everyone around you.

Rejection hurt. So much. One does not truly understand it until they’ve felt it themselves.

It came to a point where you had no more tears left to cry, you knew he was gone forever.

Your love, your inspiration.

All was gone.

You hadn’t touched a paint brush in months

You’d been skipping meals for a while, beginning to feel more and more fatigue because of it.

It came to the point where all in the RFA (except V) had become so worried about you that they’d sent Jaehee and Yoosung over to check on you

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d checked your phone

Your blinds and curtains had been shut for a subsequent amount of time.

It had been weeks since you’d last changed your clothes, your hair was unkept.

You stopped taking care of yourself completely, emptiness overtaking you.

You had always had a dream of making artwork your career.. but just when your freelance career had begun to take off.. you lost everything.

You couldn’t bring yourself to touch your paints or pocket book. It reminded you too much of him.

You weren’t concerned about money, Rika’s apartment was already paid for and… well, with no real meal expenses, you didn’t feel any real purpose to continue.

You heard a soft knock on the door.

Instead of answering, you groaned, rolling over in your sheets – hoping if you ignored the knocking they’d assumed you weren’t home.

Any last grain of hope you’d had left you a long time ago.

“….MC?”

You slowly sat up in your bed. It was Yoosung.

You instantly felt shame for ignoring them.. and looking, well, like this.

“I’m coming in!” Came a loud shout, causing you to panic.

Damn. Seven must’ve opened the apartment.

Seven was concerned for you, given the surveillance footage, he couldn’t find almost any instances when you’d left your apartment.

Given your apparent closeness, Seven shot a text to Yoosung, Jaehee, and of course, V.

Yoosung and Jaehee replied in agreement and concern, V, however, said something very different.

// V: I’m sorry. I can’t go. >> [sent, 6:08am]

707: I thot the 2 of u were rly close. Did sth happen? >> [sent, 6:09am]

V: I’m selfish. I can’t see her anymore. >> [sent, 6:29am]

707: ? >>

707: > [sent, 6:29am]

read, 6:32am. //

You began to cry, embarrassed and ashamed, as Jaehee and Yoosung called your name throughout your hollow feeling apartment.

Immediate concern covered their faces when they saw you teary eyed in your bed.

“Oh, MC, hey, it’s going to be okay.”, Jaehee immediately held your head in her arms.

She ordered Yoosung to get some food from your local convenience store

From there, she opted to begin cleaning you up.

Jaehee didn’t want to force you to do or say anything, so she never asked questions – unless to ask whether you were comfortable taking a shower or perhaps, eating something later.

You were not opposed to the help, rather, you felt indebted to them, feeling guilty for causing Jaehee, Yoosung, and likely Seven a great amount of trouble.

Jaehee made quick work of stripping your bed sheets, stuffing in the laundry and opening the blinds, cleaning your room and dusting where necessary

A part of her chastised herself for not doing so sooner, but she and the others were afraid that they’d be intruding on your right to take a social media break or something of the sort.

Yoosung came back relatively quickly, a meal in hand, per Jaehee’s request.

He made quick work of making his specialty – an omurice omelette.

Jaehee continued to tidy up, checking up with you when she’d realized the apartment had gotten too silent

You at last stepped out of the shower, your hair taking on a glimmer, as if thanking you for taking care of it at last.

You washed your face, trying to gather your thoughts as your shoved a crew-neck shirt over your head, opting for jeans and slippers as well.

At last coming out of the bathroom, you at last made eye contact with Yoosung and Jaehee you began to cry again.

Without hesitation, they rushed toward you for a hug, hushing you when you’d blubbered, “I’m sorry, thank you, I’m so sorry” in between dry heaves.

After a quick call to Seven from Jaehee, Zen, Jumin and Saeyoung had made their way to your apartment as well.

They each had their piece to share, kind words of encouragement and love.

You were happy by their words, but…

V wasn’t here.

At last gaining confidence through their encouraging words, you ushered them to the large sofas that laid beneath your TV.

Looking down, you said, “I-I’m sure you’re all wondering about V and I..”

You didn’t dare look up when your sniffles began.

You took a deep breath before beginning, “This is nothing to his fault, but….” your lip wobbled, “I believe.. I think he realized that I had completely fallen for him,” you laughed pathetically, “Still am”

Seven began, “MC–”

“I don’t blame him, really, I never intended to tell him… it’s awkward.”

Zen clenched his fist, “That asshole…”

“And my friend” Jumin quickly rebutted.

“P-please! I didn’t tell you this to make you dislike him or anything! I just felt like I owed you all an explanation…”, you begged.

Seven stared at you for a while before saying, “MC… V he’s– I think you should tell him properly.”

Zen, ever the hot-head, stood up shouting, “And get her heart broken all over again?! How heartless can you be!”

You smiled ingenuinely, “He’s right, Zen.”

Before you could change your mind, you picked up your phone, and for what felt like years, you at last dialed V’s number.

On the last ring, you heard sound that the caller had, picked up though there was no sound on the other line.

Jumin and Yoosung ushered everyone out of the room, deciding to take a little stroll outside the apartment complex.

After a moment of silence you started, “…..V?”

You now heard him breathing on the other line.

“V, I know you’re there. Please…” You felt your voice wavering, “P-please… come to my apartment.”, you whispered a final, “please.”

V was silent for what felt like hours before saying, “……..okay.”

You hung up, attempting to mentally prepare yourself for the world of hurt you were about to endure again.

After a long silence in which you’d zoned out, you suddenly heard the door bell ring.

You glanced up. Only V ever used the doorbell.. always had.

You slowly crept toward the door, taking deep breaths to calm your nerves.

Gently opening the door a crack, you took in V.

It had been a few months, but he looked so different. So…hollow.

You moved for him to come inside, closing the door behind you.

“Um, V, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“You already know my answer.”

You looked up, tears welling in your eyes, doing your best to ignore his statement.

“V… I love you.”

You’d never seen V so taken aback, his whole face grew pale.

“Y-you love me?”

“Have. For a long time.”

You looked down, “You can go now.”

Yet you didn’t hear a sound of movement.

Looking up, V was still standing there, shocked.

At last, you managed to hear the softest whisper, “All this time….”

You leaned in closer, “What?”

“I- I loved you.. I love you. Since we’d first met. I-I thought you didn’t want a thing to do with me. Thought you’d figured out I’d fallen in love, so I distanced myself.. selfishly to try not to get hurt, but I still did. And all this time you felt the same.”

You were now the stunned one.

“Really?”

V gently smiled at you, enveloping you in a tight hug, “Really.”

Jumin +bonus confession

You loved to create stories

Various areas of fiction, watercolor splashing against crisp, white pages

Telling a beautiful story in color

And Jumin adored it.

He adored you.

He admired your deep passion to create and your love for everything.

He couldn’t understand how you could see the beauty in everything around you… for Jumin, he tended to consider things in their degree of usefulness.

For the longest time, his father and those around him had encouraged this mentality

And so, Jumin rarely sought for things that would have no real purpose – his penthouse proved this point by its bare walls – void of artistic charm

It wasn’t until you’d met him through the RFA that you’d immediately brought a force of color into his life

He remembered well the first time you’d come to his apartment

You gently ran your soft fingers against the walls of his penthouse saying, “Mr. Han, I think you need some more color in your house. It looks like a hospital in here!” You turned to him, a playful smile on your face.

The breath was knocked out of him.

God, he could never say no to you. If you’d ask, he’d get you anything you’d ever need.

But he loved that you didn’t appreciate that kind of affection. Jumin knew he immediately ran to gift giving for love because it was the only way he had been shown love throughout his life…. and, it didn’t really mean anything to him.

Still, he desperately wanted to be helpful, so if you were ever in a financial struggle, he’d offer to assist you.

You’d proudly decline, declaring you could do it all yourself. He liked that about you too. Your independence, your kindness.

It didn’t take long for him to realize he had taken to you greatly.

One day when you’d come over for a visit, while petting Elizabeth III, you said, “Hey, Jumin.. have you ever fallen in love before?”

Tension filled the air while Jumin stared at you.

How could MC be so blind.

When it had been a few moments he’d not answered, you awkwardly said, “J-just kidding! I figured you’re probably engaged – that was a stupid question, sorry..”

Jumin was stricken by your sudden uncertainty, but didn’t make anything of it.

“I’m not engaged. Don’t listen to anything my father says regarding that. And to answer your question, I think I might have an idea of what that feels like.”

His eyes bore into yours, but he of course missed the look of sorrow that’d taken over your eyes.

He’d watch you paint all day if he had the time.

He couldn’t understand how you could look at a blank sheet of paper and write something so poetically beautiful and paint a lovely picture to match

It was all a part of his amazement of you.

He could watch you for hours, humming to yourself while you played around with contrast colors for your watercolor pieces

No other art had value quite like your own

He encouraged you at every chance he got, “MC, you should go into the arts.”

“That’s what I want to do! But, Dad says the arts aren’t a realistic job.”, you frowned.

“That may have been true in some outdated decade, but in our world today people are always looking for something hand-made and authentic. When we research our products, we look for items that have a ‘signature’ to them. Trust me, people want your art not only because it is breath-taking.. but because you made it.”

You smiled at that, Jumin was always one to put a rational thought forward for your consideration, something you’d cherished.

“Besides, I think you’d be happy anywhere you can create.”

You grinned, pulling him into a tight hug, “Thank you, Ju Ju.”

Staying close friends became increasingly difficult, but Jumin wasn’t going to risk losing his friendship with you because of feelings.

So you surprised him when you began randomly, “Jumin, I think I’m in love with you, okay?”

You made eye contact, doing your best to show you were serious.

As soon as he realized you were authentic in your confession, you turned around and began sprinting, flying open the door to his penthouse

Jumin immediately chased after you, both in a full sprint

You screamed when you heard his breathing and steps behind you and so increased your speed

You had at last reached a dead end, but Jumin was a ways behind you.

You reached for the elevator button, furiously clicking it – thankfully it came on the first ding.

You rushed inside, repeatedly tapping the door-closing button.

You sighed at last when you felt the elevator moving up, gasping for air.

You attempted to continue going up to the highest story, which happened to be 320, grateful that this damn skyscraper had a ton of floors.

You froze when the door came to a stop at floor 13. You panicked, trying to force the doors not to open.

In front of you was a random businessmen, looked slightly peeved at the long wait he must’ve had for the elegant glass elevator.

You apologized, allowing him into the elevator along with a crowd of impatient people, some gorgeous women with a smart suit and long hair, their phone resting on their cheek next to their ear, some more businessmen, glancing anxiously at their watches.

As the elevator climbed to floor 21, a heap of people acknowledged their stop, pressing out of the elevator shaft and onto the busy hallways of what appeared to be the finance department.

You sighed, pressing more buttons to go up higher.

You screeched when you felt a hand on both of your wrists, slamming you into the wall behind you.

Jumin’s eyes were glowing from the slight sweat that was beginning to form on his brow

He looked pissed.

“Don’t. Ever. Run. Away. From me. Again.”

You gazed up at him, a guilty expression clouding your face

“S-sorry..”, you quickly looked away, not bearing to look at the anger in his expression, the way he clenched his jaw and his eyes took on a darker hue… brows knit together. He was really mad.

“You didn’t let me answer.” He said, his voice deep.

He leaned in closer.. you closed your eyes in anticipation.

He breathed a laugh through his nose, resting his forehead on your collarbone and shoulder.

You blushed in embarrassment.

Suddenly, Jumin hugged you tightly, “I love you too, MC.”

Zen

As a fellow artist, Zen was overjoyed to say the least when he found out about your love for singing

Your social media accounts were growing rapidly from your posts of music covers and original songs

You also had a deep love to playing the harp.

It had taken a lot of coaxing to convince your father to let you pay half and he pay the other of the expense of a 200,000 Won pedal harp

But you loved it so much

And so does Zen

He’d definitely insist on doing a collaboration with you

After the recording session and upload, both your following counts grew rapidly

Comments of all types flooded your posts:

OMG!!! ZEN!! BEAUTIFUL ZEN!!

who’s the b*tch next to him?

omg, right?

ew lol

AHHHH I LOVE YOU ZEN!!!

MC looks so cute…

fyp!!

ZEN AND MC WOULD MAKE SUCH A CUTE COUPLE AWEEEE

I agree!! 귀엽다 (cute)

Over the course of your social media endeavor, you’d learned to ignore the ruthless comments of jealous fans

Zen was worried you’d taken them personally so he validated you a lot over the period that the video was a hit

Zen wrote a song about you (which he definitely serenaded you with):

“your passion, my passion one in the same this song – our communicator of my love to you. your smile each day this serenade a simple translator the time we have means so much i wouldn’t spend it any other way.” - radio wave COMMUNICATION by Zen

The song overtook the song charts, making it’s way to the #1 spot in half a day

You’d asked him, “Zen, are you going to make that a single? You are, aren’t you? Right?”

“No, this is something for you and you only”

You smiled at that, but said, “Zen, love like this deserves to be shared. This song will mean something so special to someone else, just like it means something to me. Music, what we do.. it was made to be shared.”

Zen looked at you with stars in his eyes, taking you in a big hug.

You truly were the kindest person he’d ever met.. and he loved you so, so much.

Even though you may not have realized yet what the truth of his feelings were in his serenade, he knew he’d wait for the day in anticipation when he’d finally ask you to be his.

Saeran

Saeran wasn’t personally one for dramatics, but he loved watching you perform

You’d sing for all kinds of musicals – you’d act for a series of plays

He loved it when you’d act in classics like Macbeth or The Phantom of the Opera

It felt like a safe place to forget everything in his life and just watch you

But he hadn’t fallen for you for who you pretended to be, but for who you really are.

You were shy – something he found surprising (but unbelievably adorable) because you were a well-known actress

When you’d first met him, you were walking outside the entrance way of the theater a few hours before your showtime.

You had accidentally tripped and spilled coffee all over some tax forms you had to fill out

You let out a soft, “oh no!”

Saeran had been early for a nice seat (hopefully away from other people) and noticed a woman in a cute over-sized sweater was muttering words under her breath, picking up what seemed to be endless amounts of papers

He quietly walked over and just as softly said, “…need some help..?”

You were surprised at the sudden presence of a stranger

“o-oh! … yes please..”

he smiled, leaning down and picking up stacks of coffee-stained paper

“would you like me to carry them for you?”, he said

“are you– are you sure?” you looked up at him innocently in concern

he answered by gently taking the stack of papers, “where to..?”

“um… i’ll show you..”

he nodded, following you to the backstage area where there was a mirror attached to a dresser, stage makeup covering the top of it.

“you’re an actress?”

you grinned shyly, “everyone’s surprised..”

“n-no, i think it suits you. i was surprised because i’m watching the show tonight.”

“r-really? you’ll watch me?”

he nodded, blushing at your hopeful smile

“i’ll do my best then, if you’ll watch me..”

“good.” he looked away

“i’ll be waiting” you said with a soft smile

“so will i”

yeah you two were literally so adorable.

enjoy my beautifuls

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everything i wanted (ONS oneshot)

here it is! the promised celebratory One Night Standards oneshot! I hope you all enjoy this. I know I had a fun time writing it! thank you all for the love and support for this story, also with your patience since i havent been able to get out as much writing as i would like like recently! <3

masterlist

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Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius had never known that joy could come in the form of a person until she welcomed her daughter into the world.

Eliora was a new bright light in both Aelin and Rowan’s life, who brought them new levels of happiness with each passing day. Aelin couldn’t have been more blessed with her daughter. Eliora was a jubilant child, with wide, curious eyes that matched her mother’s and a sweet, gummy smile she flashed from time to time that made both of her parents positively melt.

Most importantly, Eliora was healthy. Although Aelin’s pregnancy had been rather easy, the birth was less so. It was something Aelin had prepared herself for, knowing her own mother had a difficult time giving birth as well. So, when Eliora was born perfectly healthy and Aelin healed from the tumultuous birthing process, both she and Rowan knew that some of the gods had been looking out for them.

That had been four months ago. Four months of raising their daughter, of getting used to being parents, no matter how exhausting it could be. Aelin wouldn’t change it for the world.

Aelin smiled down at her daughter as she wiggled on the bed below her, sticking a tiny fist into her mouth. She was getting her changed into a pale-blue dress that Lysandra had found and insisted it would look wonderful on Eliora. Aelin wasn’t even surprised that her friend had taken to styling her baby as well as the princess.

“Don’t you look so beautiful?” Aelin cooed, pinching Eliora’s little feet, making her flash a wide, toothless smile. Aelin laughed before grabbing a bow that matched her daughter’s dress, slipping in over her silvery-blonde hair that was getting thicker by the day. She looked positively adorable, perfect for the day.

The day of Lorcan and Elide’s wedding.

Aelin was so incredibly happy for Elide, that she had found love. Although Aelin and Lorcan had gotten off to a bit of a rocky start, once Aelin realized how much he truly cared for Elide, things had gotten easier between them.

And now they would be married.

Aelin had already prepared herself for the day, wearing a silky, pale-pink midi-dress that Lysandra had sent her way and a pair of sensible, strappy heels. She didn’t bother to do much with her hair, knowing the Eliora often managed to grab handfuls of it whenever it was in reach. Any efforts would have been quickly undone.

“Are you two nearly ready?” Rowan called from the conjoining sitting room, a good-natured sort of exasperation in his tone.

“Having a hot wife takes time, Rowan,” Aelin hollered back. “I wouldn’t be complaining if I was you.”

Although she couldn’t see him, Aelin could picture him scoffing out a tiny laugh and shaking his head. He wouldn’t want to be amused, but he would be anyway.

She heard footfalls coming her way, and soon enough Rowan walked through the threshold. Instantly, a bright smile lit his face, as it always did when he saw the two of them together.

“You look beautiful, Fireheart,” he said, coming to her side and pressing a quick kiss to her temple, a broad hand resting on the dip of her waist. He looked down at Eliora, and his face softened even further. “You both look beautiful.”

“I can’t get over how perfect she is,” Aelin commented, squeezing her daughter’s chubby thighs. “Every day, it just blows me away.”

“Me too.”

They stood there for a few moments, gazing down at their daughter as she looked wide-eyed up at the two of them. Aelin felt as though she could watch her for hours. But, she didn’t have the time for that today.

“I suppose we should get going,” Rowan sighed. “I think it would be bad form if we were late.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

Rowan leaned down and scooped Eliora into his arms. Aelin always loved the sight of her massive husband holding their tiny daughter. The first time he had held her, she had promptly broken into tears. Even now, seeing her family, always had her on the verge of crying once again.

But, she controlled herself. She didn’t want to ruin her makeup before the wedding.

The ceremony was being held at the palace out in the gardens. It was a perfect day for an outdoor wedding. The mid-spring air was warm and pleasant, the sky a brilliant blue with a few fat clouds floating across lethargically. The air smelled heavily of the sweet flowers blooming from every corner of the palace’s expansive gardens.

The wedding wasn’t a huge affair, kept mostly to friends and family. There were a few rows of white seats lined up before the altar that was situated beneath an arc of white roses. Some of the seats were already filled up. Aelin said hello to Elide’s parents. Her mother, Marion, apparently hadn’t been able to stop crying all day. Elide’s father, Cal, had been doing his best to console her throughout the morning, though Aelin could tell he was getting a little misty-eyed as well.

She and Rowan went towards their seats near the front, finding some of their companions already there. Lysandra’s face lit up in a comically large grin once she laid eyes on Eliora in Rowan’s arms, immediately standing and reaching out to take her. Lysandra’s own baby bump was just beginning to show, nothing more than a tiny swell under her green dress. Lysandra and Aedion had taken to commandeering Eliora from time to time, saying they wanted to give Rowan and Aelin some alone time. Aelin knew her cousin and his wife honestly just wanted some extra practice with babies before their own came.

“How are you, sweet girl?” Lysandra cooed, taking Eliora from Rowan and bouncing her on her hip. “Don’t you look so beautiful in the dress Auntie Lys got you?”

“She is the cutest baby in the world, isn’t she?” Aelin agreed, leaning into Rowan’s side.

“For now, at least.” Aedion shrugged before kissing the top of Eliora’s silver head and placing a hand on Lysandra’s stomach. “At least until my kid gets her.”

Aelin gaped at her cousin. “Shut your traitorous mouth!”

Fenrys then arrived, clapping Rowan’s shoulder in greeting. He looked as if he were about to strike up a conversation before he laid eyes on Eliora being bounced in Lysandra’s arms. His attention was then instantly diverted. Aelin’s daughter was always quite popular when she was in a crowd.

Rowan’s arm wrapped around her shoulders, tucking her into his side. Aelin’s heart was full as she watched her friends and her daughters, took in their laughs and their smiles. What a wonderful family she had amassed in these years.

“What are you thinking about, Fireheart?” Rowan murmured.

“Just… how lucky we are to have all of this. How much I love them all… and love you.”

He smiled before leaning down and pressing a long, lingering kiss to her lips, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I love you too.”

Aelin would have liked to linger in the moment a bit longer, but they were interrupted by Fenrys’ obnoxiously loud laughter. He had managed to steal Eliora from Lysandra and slip his sunglasses on to her tiny face.

“Check out how cool she looks!” Fenrys announced with a bright laugh.

“Oh, no,” Aelin muttered, shaking her head. She quickly strode towards Fenrys, taking the sunglasses off of Eliora’s head and shoving them back over the lord’s eyes. “Get those tacky things off my daughter’s perfect face!” The princess took Eliora back firmly into her arms, the toddler releasing a stream of nonsense baby-babble, to which Aelin nodded seriously. “You’re right, sweet girl. Those frames are so last season.”

Fenrys gawked in offence, head swiveling towards those around them. “They are not last season! Rowan, tell her they’re not last season!”

Rowan didn’t even bother to respond, looking towards his friend dryly. Once Fenrys realized he wouldn’t be getting any support from the prince, he looked towards Lysandra and Aedion for backup. But, Lysandra could only shrug apologetically.

“Sorry, Fen. They are last season.”

Fenrys continued to sputter in protest while everyone else began to drift to their seats, the beginning of the ceremony nearing.

Aelin took a seat between Rowan and Lysandra, holding Eliora, who was taking in the sights around her, on her lap. The band settled into their position, taking their instruments from their cases. Aelin was more than excited to see Elide. She and Lysandra had helped her pick out her gown, but the effect of seeing her now, with her hair and make-up and veil, was sure to make Aelin cry.

“I can’t believe they’re getting married,” Aelin remarked.

Lysandra snorted softly. “I can’t believe Lorcan is taking Elide’s last name.”

“Hm… Lord Lorcan Lochan. It had a nice ring to it, right?”

They giggled amongst themselves, but their laughter faded once a towering figure appeared on the altar, followed by a heavily robed priestess. Aelin had to admit that Lorcan Salvaterre cleaned up well. His tux was cut to him perfectly, long, black hair shining as it fell down his back. The most striking difference was the lack of the scowl on his face.

“Did I look this nervous on our wedding day?” Rowan murmured into Aelin’s ear.

“Which one?” she asked absentmindedly, straightening the bow on Eliora’s head. “Our first one, worse. I could have sworn you were about to piss yourself.”

“And whose fault was that?”

“Your meddling cousins that didn’t give me time to respond after you decided to confess your love out of the blue on the night before the wedding.”

“Whatever you say, love.”

Eventually, Eliora appeared to grow tired of the view from Aelin’s lap, reaching out towards Rowan. Aelin handed her daughter to Rowan, who was very content to be held up against his chest. She was a true daddy’s girl and had Rowan wrapped around her little finger.

A few more minutes passed before a hush fell over the crowd and the musicians began to play. It was a serene, lilting song, and old Terrasenian lullaby. Aelin’s mother had sung it to her in her youth and now she sang it to her own daughter.

The crowd rose to their feet, looking down the aisle. Aelin already had a too-wide grin on her face, throat clogged up with tears she was trying to keep at bay. Rowan, ever the observant one, noticed and shifted Eliora into his left arm, freeing his other hand to hold Aelin’s tightly. She dared a glance at the altar, finding a surprising amount of emotion displayed on Lorcan’s face. He looked so, so happy, and so very in love. Aelin couldn’t imagine a better person for Elide. She knew Lorcan would love her until his last breath, would use every day in his life to make sure that Elide was happy and content.

Aelin looked back down the aisle just in time to catch the first glimpse of Elide.

She was a breathtaking bride. Elide wore a stunning gown with flowing, gossamer skirts and a bodice covered in delicate, lace flowers. The sleeves were long and gauzy, drooping from her pale shoulders and swaying in the spring breeze. Her hair was twisted up in an elegant coronet, white flowers tangled within her dark locks. Her veil drifted behind her, trailing her by a few feet. The tears sprung from Aelin’s eyes not long after that.

Elide's dark eyes, gleaming with unshed tears, were pinned on Lorcan. Aelin knew the grin she wore was solely for the man waiting for her at the altar.

Elide stepped closer to where Rowan and Aelin stood. The bride took her attention off her future husband for one moment to look towards her princess. Aelin only beamed through her tears, mouthing I love you.

Elide mouthed it back before her gaze caught on Eliora is Rowan’s arms, sending the baby a wide smile. Eliora took a break from sticking her tiny fist in her mouth to send a little smile of her own back.

Elide looked back down the aisle, back towards Lorcan and her future, and she did not falter.

The crowd all lowered themselves into their seats as Elide came to a stop before Lorcan.

Aelin rested her head against Rowan’s shoulder as the priestess began to speak, uttering ancient words that had been tying people together in Terrasen for centuries. She simply couldn’t get over how happy, how deeply in love, Lorcan and Elide were. Aelin was fairly certain the two were barely listening to the priestess, too absorbed in one another to be bothered with the rest of the world at the moment.

The time came for them to read their vows. They reached out, taking one another’s hands firmly. Elide went first. Even from where Aelin sat, she could see her friend swallow hard, no doubt trying to stop herself from crying.

“Lorcan,” Elide began, voice a bit wobbly with emotion. “I’ve never known how happy I could be until I met you. Everyday, you manage to show me new levels of bliss. Marrying you is a blessing I once hadn’t even known I needed. Now, I know I wouldn’t give you up, what we have, for the world. I love you with everything I am, Lorcan Salvaterre.”

Aelin swiped at the tears dribbling down her cheeks, Rowan wrapping his arm over her shoulder and tugging her closer to his body.

It seemed Lorcan needed a few moments to compose himself after Elide’s speech, chin tucked to his chest. He sucked down one more deep breath before facing the woman before him once more, dark brown eyes glimmering.

“Elide Lochan, you’re the love of my life,” he began. Aelin could tell how hard he was working to control his voice. “I truly don’t know what I did to deserve you. You are the brightest light in my life, the most wonderful thing to ever happen to me. I thank whatever god took pity on my miserable ass and let me walk into your life. I promise to do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman on the planet, to love and cherish you for the rest of my life. You… gods, I love you so much Elide.”

Aelin’s heart melted as she listened to Lorcan’s vows, eyes flickering up to Rowan. Even her normally stoic husband had misty eyes.

The priestess looked back and forth from Elide to Lorcan, a serene smile on her wrinkled face. She finished the ceremony, speaking the same words that had bound Rowan and Aelin three years ago.

“I’m honored to announce,” the priestess said grandly, “that under the eyes of the gods and of Terrasen, this man and woman are now wed!”

With that, Lorcan took Elide’s face into his hands and kissed her soundly. The cheers and applause erupted from the crowd, everyone rising to their feet once more for the newly-weds. Lorcan seemed reluctant to stop kissing his new wife, but he eventually pulled back and they faced their audience.

Aelin couldn’t be more excited to see where life would take the both of them.

…

The celebration following was still held in the gardens, no one wanting to put such a beautiful day to waste. They ate and drank and were happy, celebrating all the love that was in everyones’ lives.

As the day wore on, some people left, leaving only the closest of Aelin’s friends and family behind. They were scattered around a few tables, finishing off drinks and snacks as the sun began to set below the horizon.

Aelin was enjoying some girl time, finally finding some time alone with Elide and Lysandra. The boys were all sitting around together, drinking beers and entertaining Eliora.

Lysandra leaned back in her seat, absent-mindedly stroking the swell of her stomach. “I can’t believe we’re all married now.”

“All of us except for Fenrys,” Elide pointed out.

Aelin shrugged. “He’ll be hitched soon enough. He and Ress have been dating for like, four months now. They really like each other.” It was true. Everyone could tell they were already ridiculously in love with one another. Aelin was ecstatic to see two of her friends so happy with one another. They were so cute it was sickening. “I can’t believe we’re going to have another baby around here soon!”

Lysandra hummed and looked fondly at the little life growing inside of her. “It’s going to be hectic, but I’m so excited. I don’t know what all these boys are going to do with two babies to spoil.”

As one, all three of them looked towards where the boys were. Eliora has been passed from Aedion to Lorcan. He held the babe at his eye level, his normally grumpiness nowhere in sight, even as Eliora dragged her sticky hands down his face. He could only smile.

“Oh, gods,” Elide squeaked, face quickly screwing up as she began to cry.

“Elide, honey, what is it?” Lysandra asked, placing a hand on Elide’s thigh. “I know it’s so cute to see the boys with babies, and I certainly cried the first time Aedion held Eliora, but you’ve seen her and Lorcan together plenty of times and have never cried.”

“Oh, it’s just these damned hormones,” Elide sighed.

Aelin blinked, looking at her friend quizzically. She slowly raised a brow. “Hormones?”

Elide’s eyes flickered back and forth between Aelin and Lysandra, nibbling at her bottom lip for a few moments before she conceded. “I’m pregnant.”

“You’re what?!”

“Sh!” Elide hissed, casting a quick glance towards the boys, but none of them had noted the outburst. “I haven’t told anyone yet.”

“How long have you known?”

Elide smiled sheepishly. “Two days.”

“Oh, Ellie, you couldn’t have waited until today to find out?” Aelin asked melodramatically. “Now this was a shotgun wedding!”

The girls burst out in laughter, Elide’s wiping away the tears that had escaped from her eyes. She looked towards Lorcan once more.

“I just don’t know how to tell him!”

“There is no how,” Lysandra said. “Just tell him! Gods, go right now!”

“Really?”

“Yes!” cried Aelin and Lysandra in unison, making Elide laugh some more.

Elide sucked down a deep breath, but on a brave face, and pushed to her feet, eyes locked on her new husband. She gave a firm nod. “Alright. I’m going to tell him.”

Aelin and Lysandra clapped and cheered quietly as Elide strode purposefully over to Lorcan. She placed a soft hand on her husband's arm, muttering something to him that Aelin couldn’t hear from where she was sitting. Lorcan nodded, handing Eliora back over to Rowan, whose head immediately whipped towards Aelin as if to say, What did you two do?

Aelin only held her hands up in defense. Not my fault.

Aelin and Lysandra waited until Elide and led Lorcan a respectful distance away before making their way over to their husbands. They looked towards them in question.

“What’s happening?” Aedion asked.

“Elide’s telling Lorcan she's pregnant.”

“Elide’s pregnant?!” Fenrys gasped. “Shotgun wedding!”

"That's what I said!"

"Shh! You're being too loud!"

They quieted down, watching as Elide and Lorcan conversed. They saw Elide take Lorcan’s hand, giving it a tight squeeze before she rested it over the bodice of her gown, on her stomach. Lorcan blinked once, and Aelin saw him mouth, Pregnant? To which Elide nodded.

Lorcan beamed, sweeping Elide up in his arms and twirling her around. Everyone heard her bright laughter and she threw her arms over Lorcan’s shoulders and kissed him deeply.

Aelin joined with their other friends in clapping and cheering for the couple once again. Lorcan eventually put Elide back down on her feet, the pair looking towards the crowd with too-wide grins on their faces. Instantly, some of them headed over towards where the newlyweds stood to congratulate them properly, but Aelin hung back with Rowan.

“Three babies in the palace at once…” Rowan breathed heavily. “We’ll certainly never be bored.”

“Certainly not,” Aelin agreed, looking at Eliora in her husband’s arms, who released a mighty yawn. It seemed the day had thoroughly worn her out. Aelin stood on her toes, pressing a kiss to Rowan’s lips before doing the same to Eliora’s forehead. Her daughter looked to her with wide, sleepy eyes. “You're going to have so many new friends soon!”

Aelin looked over to her companions, watching as they all laughed and smiled and embraced. There was a warm fondness in her heart as she took in the sight.

Aelin took Eliora into her own arms, holding her against her chest. She kissed her daughter’s cheek again, simply because she could, before smiling. “You’re going to have such a wonderful family, too.”

#ONE NIGHT STANDARDS #my writing #rowaelin #elorcan #tog

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