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devil doesn’t bargain (bradley “rooster” bradshaw”)

a/n: i don’t know what i did; i just wrote. i was proud of this one. and then i got carried away and it’s just. here you go.

inspired by “devil doesn’t bargain” by alec benjamin

summary: as your best friend, Rooster wants what’s best for you. and he’s certain that guy isn’t it. it would have absolutely nothing to do with his romantic feelings that definitely aren’t there, thank you very much Phoenix. but he also doesn’t want lose you. however, he can’t sit back and watch what’s happening. if you won’t leave the relationship, he’s not sure there’s much of a friendship left to be had with you.

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warnings: toxic and abusive relationships, my personal experience, swearing, Maverick has all the wisdom, references to physical abuse, explicit discussion of verbal and emotional abuse

word count: 7,673

Rooster hadn’t liked him from the very beginning. Despite Phoenix’s insistence that the reason was because of his own secret harboring of romantic feelings for his best friend, there was something about the guy that was off. The smile on your face didn’t quite reach your eyes when he was around. You seemed jumpy around him, always walking on egg shells. You were cautious in what you had to say when you were around him, like the wrong word or phrase would start a fight. Rooster didn’t miss the way you flinched whenever the man’s hand slid on to your thigh or an arm was put around your shoulders.

These were signs only he saw; years of being your closest friend had taught him what to look for. Everyone else missed it, stating they didn’t see it. They were subtle enough that he began to think that maybe he was reading into things that weren’t there. And then you became quieter when you were around, unwilling to share much about your life. You stopped talking about your work, the passionate flame behind your eyes dying out. And then the guy stopped coming around the group altogether, bringing you with him. You made appearances less and less at group outings and when you did show, you didn’t seem really there. Rooster was hesitant to intervene, knowing you were an adult and could fight your own battles. He didn’t want to make calls about your relationship when there was little tangible proof something was wrong, nothing more than body language and a few missed group outings. And then you stopped answering his calls.

Rooster wasn’t sure what he had done to receive the cold shoulder from you. Actually, he knew for a fact that he hadn’t done anything. But it’d been a week since you’d last picked up his call or answered his texts, this being the longest time you’ve gone without speaking to him (with the exception when you were on your respective deployments), and Rooster was fed up with it. The two of you’d been friends since childhood and he’d be damned if he’d let your friendship go down without a fight. He wasn’t about to let the girl he loved walk out of his life without knowing why you were leaving (although he had a strong suspicion). He showed up at your home unannounced, banging on your door. He was angry, but he was also worried. The two feelings were mixing together in a stomach curdling swirl in his stomach, making him nauseous. He raised his hand again to start knocking but you opened the door at that moment. You looked pale and like you hadn’t been sleeping. Your bottom lip was all chewed up, a sign you had been anxious. Rooster felt the concern overwhelm him as you looked behind you nervously and stepped outside to join him rather than inviting him in. You quietly shut the door and crossed your arms, as if to protect yourself. Protect yourself from what, he wasn’t sure. From him, maybe? From the conversation the two of you were about to have? He didn’t know, but he didn’t like how this was already beginning. He shoved his hands in his pockets, blowing out an angry breath. The silence stretched between the two of you as you stared at him. Finally you broke, shaking your head. “What’re you doing here Rooster?”

“You haven’t been answering me.” You sighed at that, unable to meet his eye.

“I think that maybe... maybe we need to take some space and time off from our friendship.” You muttered quietly, as his head began to spin. You sounded like each word was digging at your soul and Rooster had known you long enough to know that this wasn’t a decision you had come to on your own. Rooster scoffed.

“Your little boyfriend in there putting you up to this?” He said, nodding towards your front door. You sighed, clearly exasperated.

“Rooster, you have to admit that a friendship as close as ours is going to make any guy uncomfortable. And I really like him. I’m not saying we can’t be friends anymore but I just don’t think we can have a friendship like we do now. Some things have to change.” You didn’t deny his claim, didn’t deny what was happening. Rooster was gutted, ready to turn his back, say goodbye, and then- then he saw the hurt behind your eyes. Something he’d only know to look for because of the sheer time he had known you. He stared at you for a few more minutes, assessing the sight in front of him. Everything was screaming at him that something was off here, something was wrong, you weren’t okay. Finally, he nodded slowly.

“Okay.” No. “Okay.” Not okay. “I’ll give you the space you want, alright?” What was he doing? You breathed a sigh of relief he didn’t think you knew were holding.

“Thanks Rooster, I knew you’d understand.” No, he actually didn’t understand. He nodded, moving back a few steps. He turned back towards his truck, hearing you go inside and shut the door. He got into his truck and stared at his steering wheel, unsure as to what had just happened. That person he had just talked to wasn’t the girl he’d fallen in love with, a shell of the person she used to be. He sighed, and rubbed a hand over his face. He pulled away from your house and made his way to the Hard Deck. He’d talk to Maverick. He’d know what to do. He walked inside, the place relatively quiet for a Thursday and he sidled up next to the older man at the bar. Maverick glanced at him and chuckled.

“You look like you’ve just been hit Bradshaw.”

“Mav, I need your advice about something. It has to do with (Y/N).” He nodded gratefully at Penny for sliding him the beer. Maverick looked at him in surprise, worry glinting in his eyes. Maverick had known you for a long time, almost as long as Rooster had known you.

“What’s up?” Rooster quietly began to explain to Penny and Maverick the situation he had found himself, starting from the very beginning of signs he wasn’t sure were there to what had happened just a mere hour ago. Penny looked at him with sympathy as Maverick whistled out a breath. Mav shook his head, clearly contemplating his words wisely. That made Rooster’s stomach sink. “Bradley, I don’t think there’s much you can do, besides be there for her.” Rooster went to protest, but Maverick held up a hand. “Let me finish. I know she says she wants space from you but I doubt that’s actually true. She needs to know you’re still there without knowing it, you know? Give her the space she wants, but don’t leave her entirely. Something is clearly wrong but you can’t force people to do what you want in situations like this, or you’ll isolate them and lose them forever.” Rooster nodded slowly, turning Maverick’s words over in his head.

“Mav, I’m worried about her.” He whispered. “Like really worried.” Maverick nodded, rubbing his back sympathetically.

“I know, kid. I know.”

So, that’s what Rooster did. He swallowed his pride and concern and gave you the space you asked for. He checked in with you every once in a while, just to make sure you were okay. And okay, you were not. He watched as every single one of your friends distanced themselves from you, or cut you off entirely, not taking a liking to the new bitter, angry, distant girl who had once been their good friend. It’d finally come to a head one night outside the Hard Deck. You were in tears, probably from anger, as Rooster and Bob pulled Phoenix away from you as she yelled at you. Rooster had gone to comfort you after he got Phoenix settled inside the bar but you’d already left. Nobody heard from or saw you for a few days after that, until he had heard from the grapevine (one of the people who worked in Comms who was friendly with you) that your boyfriend was going on a trip out of town to visit family. He’d texted you, invited you out to a bar further off-base, and after a silent 33 hours from you, you’d agreed. You’d shown up late and sat down across from him at a table further in the corner. The bar was noisy, not too much, but enough to cover your conversation. He stared at you, unable to recognize the girl in front of him. He swallowed thickly, knowing what he was about to ask of you. He took a sip of his beer, noting you didn’t have one. “(Y/N), we need to talk.” He said, setting his beer down and folding his arms on the table. You didn’t say anything in response so he took that as his cue to continue. “I’ve tried to keep my mouth shut about this, ignore the signs, and not say anything. You’re an adult and can make your own choices. But I can’t hold my tongue anymore. I don’t like that boyfriend of yours, and I’m really worried about you. I don’t think he’s good for you. At all.” You continued to stare at him blankly. “If you’re going to stay in a relationship with him, then we can’t be friends anymore.” You cocked an eyebrow at that.

“So, you’re giving me an ultimatum?” He shook his head. He knew you were gonna go there. “You know how I feel about ultimatums.”

“(Y/N), I want you to wake up and see the wake of destruction this relationship has left in your life behind you. You have no friends left-”

“It’s not like you guys were welcoming to him in the first place!” He elected to ignore that, knowing the squadron had given him every chance and then some.

"(Y/N), I’m not giving you an ultimatum. We’re not best friends anymore; we could hardly be considered friends. I’m giving you a choice. If you break up with him, you keep our friendship. Everything will be forgiven with the rest of the group. I know it won’t be easy but your friends will be here to get you through it. If you stay with him, you lose me and your last link to this group. You’re on your own. I’m not the only one whose raised these concerns and you know it. I can’t sit by idly and watch this happen to my best friend anymore. I won’t do it.” He said firmly. You stared at the coaster his beer was sat on, as if it had personally done this to you. He could see you blinking away the angry tears in your eyes.

“But I love him.” Rooster sighed. Yes, that was the problem, wasn’t it? He pulled a five out of his wallet to pay for the beer, leaving it on the table as he stood up. He turned his back to you, knowing the door on your friendship had just closed.

Rooster didn’t see you again until 3 months later. You’d asked to be reassigned to another squadron at TOPGUN and the team hadn’t seen you since. For being on the same base, you’d made yourself scarce, effectively disappearing. He walked into the Hard Deck, Phoenix and Coyote in tow after a successful day of training. He knew Hangman, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy were all on their way as well and he was looking forward to spending the night getting drunk and playing pool with the team. His laughter faltered as he spotted you at the bar with Maverick. He briefly heard you say to Maverick, “I just thought he’d change. For me.” He didn’t miss the way Maverick’s head shook.

“People like that don’t change, no matter how much you love them.” Rooster stopped abruptly as he wondered what the two of you were talking about. Coyote ran into him as Phoenix paused mid-sentence as she spotted you. You turned to make eye contact with the three of them and he didn’t miss the flash of hurt cross your face as Phoenix narrowed her eyes and stormed past to the pool table. Rooster shook his head, turning towards Penny. He’d mourned his friendship with you, and wasn’t going to wasting any more time grieving the loss of a person who so ruthlessly cut people off. Phoenix might’ve ended the friendship with you but you’d been the one to end it with Coyote when he’d raised genuine concerns about your boyfriend so many months ago. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Coyote pause next to you.

“Coyote, can we talk?” You asked quietly. The loud girl who's laughter once filled the Hard Deck was gone. Coyote shook his head.

“Quite frankly, I’ve got nothing left to say to you.” Rooster saw you slowly shake your head.

“I mean, yeah, that’s- that’s fair. I- yeah, I deserve that.” You muttered, tone so defeated Rooster chanced a glance at you. You looked like half of the person you used to be. Your hair was shorter and you seemed quieter. You were shrunk in yourself, seemingly trying to take up no space in the room. You must’ve felt his eyes on you because you looked up from where your gaze was settled onto the bar counter to meet his eyes. He looked away quickly, setting the beer down on the counter and turning to Penny, asking about Amelia. He heard Maverick protest at what was apparently your quick exit and he heard the door open and then close again, but he didn’t break eye contact with Penny, knowing what would happen if he did. Rooster wasn’t afraid to cry, Carole Bradshaw had raised him to always show his emotions, but he swallowed his tears nonetheless. He was done mourning you. He had to let you go.

His plan to get drunk with the team had turned out to be a bust. Less than an hour after you’d left the Hard Deck, they’d gotten a storm warning for the area. It’d been drizzling most of the afternoon but the summer thunderstorms that sometimes made an appearance in San Diego could be brutal, and he’d much rather be at home for it than stuck at the Hard Deck. The team had gone their separate ways and he’d driven back to his home as the rain picked up. He settled in and was beginning to doze to the sound of the rain and thunder when he heard someone knocking on his front door. He sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Had he actually heard that? Was it the wind? A quick glance outside told him that it was possible something had been blown up in the wind and was hitting his door. And then it started up again and Rooster decided to investigate. Maybe someone was trapped outside in the rain, he thought to himself. He wasn’t sure what he was going to find but you on his porch, soaking wet and shivering, was not on the list of possibilities. He blinked at you once, and then twice, and yep you were still there. He didn’t think when he pulled you inside and didn’t think again as he pulled you towards the bathroom. You were dripping water all over the floor, which could be dealt with later, but he was more concerned that you were going to get seriously ill. Jesus, you wouldn’t stop shaking. He left dry clothes on the toilet and gestured to the now hot shower. He went to leave but you reached out for his wrist. “Rooster.” You said quietly, not meeting his eye. He took in your form fully for the first time, the way the water was dripping off of you, the way you were shivering, the way your grip was tight around his wrist as if it was the only thing keeping you upright. And in that moment he felt his heart break. You opened your mouth but couldn’t seem to find the words. “Do you want me to stay?” He whispered, anything higher feeling uncomfortable for the situation the two of you found yourself in. He was afraid if he spoke any louder you’d take back off into the storm and he wouldn’t see you again. Ever again. You nodded.

“Please.” You whispered, eyes squeezing shut. “Please don’t leave me.”

“Okay.” He whispered. “Okay.” He gently unwrapped your fingers from his wrist. “I’ll be just outside the door, I promise.” Any anger he’d had towards you was disappearing into the steam of the bathroom as he took in the broken girl in front of him. He wasn’t sure what had happened between when you left the Hard Deck and now but he was certain you couldn’t leave. Not just because of the storm, but because something was very, very wrong. He shut the door behind him and settled up against the wall next to it. He considered texting Maverick what was going on, but then Maverick would want to come over and with the storm, it wasn’t safe to drive. Had you driven? From the way you were soaked to the bone with rainwater, he doubted it. He wasn't sure if it that made him feel better or worse. He could hear the sounds of the shower and he breathed out a sigh, head leaning up against the wall. He shut his eyes, concern ebbing through him. He wanted an explanation. He needed to know what was going on. He wasn’t even sure where to start. When you finally opened the door some time later, he looked up at you. You flicked the bathroom light off and elected to sit across him in the hallway, feet just barely touching his. You were wearing a pair of his sweatpants and an old TOPGUN t-shirt from his training, the first things he’d grabbed for you. Under different circumstances, in another life, his heart would flutter at the sight of you wearing his clothes but now it just ached. His arms rested on his knees as he looked at you expectantly. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, unsure of where to start. You looked conflicted and finally seemed to settle after a few moments.

“Are you still mad at me?” You asked and he almost laughed.

“That’s a loaded question.” He said, a bit harsh given the situation and he winced. “Depends. You gonna start explaining to me what the hell’s been going on?” You stayed silent, the rain pounding against the roof the only noise to be heard, the darkness of the night settling into the hallway. “(Y/N).” He said firmly, waiting until you would make eye contact with him. You finally looked up at him and he let out a deep breathe. “I want to help you, but I can’t unless you tell me what’s been going on.” He felt a little of his desperation bleed out into his words. He was angry and concerned, but he was also scared. In the years he’d known you, this had never happened, he’d never seen you like this. You looked away from him, gazing settling on the rug just next to his hip, finger picking at a loose string on the sweatpants.

“We broke up.” You finally muttered and Rooster straightened up. “He dumped me, not that it should matter, but I’ve sort of been realizing what... what actually just happened to me.”

“When?” He fired at you. Now probably wasn’t the time to play 20 questions but he needed to know. Needed to know how long he’d left you alone.

“Like, two days after our conversation at the bar.” You chuckled bitterly. “Dumped me over text while he was still at home.” Rooster’s heart sank. “Gave me some ‘it’s not you, it’s me, I fell out of love’ bullshit. Apparently, he was actually just screwing his best friend.” Okay, okay, so now Rooster was angry. He wanted to hit that son-of-a-bitch. “Probably for the best.”

“You said you’ve been realizing what happened to you.” You nodded.

“I’ve been... realizing some things about our relationship. It’s making my head spin and I feel nauseous most days. I thought that maybe if I could fix things with the group then I’d find some peace but then Coyote and Phoenix rejected me like that and you wouldn’t look at me and I just-” You paused, tears overtaking you. He wanted to reach out for but he held back. You were clearly trying to process something, to vocalize it, and his brain was starting to come up with the worst. And then-

Son-of-a-bitch. “Did he hit you?” Rooster startled up off the wall, seeing red. You shook your head, looking back up at him. He settled back, but only slightly, the tension still evident in his tight shoulders.

“No, no, but... well, I do think if we were together longer he’d have stopped taking it out on the wall and started taking it out on me, you know?” Rooster’s breathe caught in his throat as he heard your admission. “I’ve never said that out loud.” You whispered. Another silence took over as he stared you. “No, no I think he was abusive in different ways. He insulted you guys, telling me all about how much you sucked. Told me I was fake and everyone secretly hated me, but that it was okay because he liked me. He’d say the most hurtful things and then follow it up with a ‘kidding!’ and a kiss. He blamed me for everything that went wrong, for every fight. It was always me. He insulted my work, questioned why I was with the Navy. Questioned what I was doing with my career. He always had to one-up me. Everything was always better than I could do it or life was worse than what I was going through. He trivialized and dismissed everything I did and felt and I just- I don’t know why I stayed with him. I knew, knew, it wasn't good. I knew it when Coyote said something, I knew it when Phoenix said something, especially when you said something. I just-” You shook your head, lost. “There’s a word for what he did, I know it, but I also don’t understand how stupid I am for getting into that relationship in the first place, for ignoring everything, and for staying- I know, well I thought, I was smarter than that but guess not.” This time when Rooster itched to reach out for you, he didn’t stop himself. He pulled you in between his legs, arms wrapping around your upper body. You broke down in his arms as he pulled your head to his chest so you could hear the beating of his heart. He brushed a hand through your slowly drying hair, the other hand coming to rub small circles into the soft skin of your shoulder. Rooster leaned his cheek against the top of your hair as you cried. He listened to the rain outside, eyes shutting briefly. He was so angry, but only at himself. He’d known something was wrong and he’d left you to deal with the aftermath on your own.

“You are so intelligent. So so intelligent. I’m constantly impressed every time I see you fly and I miss you up in the sky with me, miss having you as my wingman. You’re clever. You make Hangman shut up when his ego gets too big. You’re so kind. Just, pure kindness. You make everyone feel welcome and special just by walking into a room. Your laughter is just contagious. I love the way you’re eager to challenge someone, the glint you get when one of the guys challenges you. The way you and Phoenix don’t take shit from anyone, man, I wish you could see it. The two of you were an unstoppable team. The relationship you have with Coyote? C’mon, I wish we had a friendship like that. You’re so much more than he made you believe you were, I promise.” He shifted away from you slightly, hands coming to grasp your face. “I need you to know that. It’s important to me that you know that.” His eyes searched yours as you looked at him. The secret he’d kept for so long, that he was in love with you, was threatening to tumble over. But he knew, knew, that now was not the time. Even if you felt the same, you needed to heal. You needed to find yourself again.

“I want to believe you so badly.” You whispered. “But I can’t-” He shook his head, bringing you back to his chest.

“It’s okay.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. He’d spend everyday making sure you knew it.

It’d had been another 4 months of Rooster slowly rebuilding his friendship with you before he told the others or Maverick. It had been hard at first but after a little while, as the two of you learned to trust the other again, things fell into place. And then he started bringing you back around into the group. The first time had been brutal with Coyote staring daggers into Rooster’s back the whole night and Phoenix storming out, but Bob had stuck it out and made an effort. He got you to genuinely laugh and Payback seemed to relax as you challenged him to a game of pool. You lost of course, but Fanboy had been rooting for you whole time nonetheless. Hangman seemed pleased when your responded to his flirting with a witty remark like you used to rather than a straight up insult, or worse, the cold shoulder, like you had done near the end of the fallout with the group. You settled back in easily after that, despite Coyote and Phoenix’s resistance. It just felt right.

It’d been another 2 months before the universe gave him the best set of cards he could ask for. Fritz had decided to leave the squadron, citing a need to move back home, and it had opened up a position for you. He knew Admiral Simpson had asked you personally because, well, because Maverick told him (even though he probably wasn’t supposed to). You’d accepted and you were back to flying with the team. You’d settled right back in and it was like you’d never left. Well, kind of.

Coyote had stopped with the verbal resistance, tolerating your presence, but Phoenix seemed to take every opportunity to insult your flying. You took it in stride, better than he probably would’ve, but it continuously got worse as you didn’t feed into it. Phoenix, as much as he loved her, was being childish and Hangman had said as such over the comms. Rooster (and Hangman, because you’d gotten drunk one night and told him and Bob the truth) knew that if Phoenix knew what had really happened, she’d change her tune real quick. Rooster, Bob, Hangman, and Maverick had all pleaded and begged with you at differing points to tell the squadron what had happened, but you were adamant you genuinely earn your way back into the group, not because they took pity on you. Hangman scoffed at that but no one had done anything about it. Rooster was getting close though because if he had to hear Phoenix insult you one more time, he was gonna lose it. “Bradshaw.” He heard Maverick say firmly over the comms. Oops, did he say that out loud?

“Yes.” You said, in a bemused breath as you flew up next to him.

“Oh. Well, I’m not sorry.” He stated.

“Yeah? Well, at least I’m not a bitch who throw away all her friends for some shitty guy.” Phoenix’s voice came over the comms.

“Lieutenant Trace.” Maverick said firmly.

“Mav-” You started.

“No, you know what? Everybody’s planes down. Now.”

“It’s fine Mav, really-”

“That wasn’t a question Lieutenant, it was an order. Planes down on the ground now. It’s past time we have a discussion.” Rooster heard the yelling before his plane ever even landed. Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote were all huddled on the tarmac, moving towards Phoenix’s plane. He watched you carefully as you pulled off your helmet, watching the way the team crowded around Phoenix’s plane yelling at her. Even Bob was lecturing her as she climbed out of the plane. Rooster watched as you debated whether or not to stay for the ensuing argument and then Maverick was storming over to Phoenix and oh no this wasn’t good.

She stood next to her plane, helmet in her hands, as her gaze remained defiant in the face of Maverick’s lecture of “teamwork” and “camaraderie” and “for the love of God grow up Trace”. Rooster watched silently as Coyote turned to you, walking the few paces to where you hung back. He watched Coyote reach out to you and he saw the way you debated throwing him off and turning around. But then Coyote said something he couldn't hear and then you were crying and Jesus fuck now everyone was paying attention to the two of you instead of Phoenix and Mav. Rooster pushed himself off his plane as you collapsed into Coyote’s arms but he didn’t miss the way Phoenix visibly softened looking at the sight of you. Rooster decided it was time he intervene, making his way over to you, gently putting his hand on your shoulder. You pushed him off, heading for the locker room, still crying. Phoenix followed after you, not without both Hangman and Payback reaching out to stop her, but they were waved off by Coyote.

“This needs to happen.” Coyote said seriously, turning to the group. “Nat needs to hear it from her.”

“Hear what?” Fanboy asked, head swinging between Coyote and Rooster.

“How much of a piece of shit her ex-boyfriend was.” Hangman grunted, arms crossed.

“Oh, well we all know that.” Payback said, settling next to Rooster.

“No, he’s like really a piece of shit.” Bob said and the group turned to look at him. “I mean, he is. Would you disagree?” He asked, turning to Maverick. The man shook his head.

“Motherfucker, did he hit her?” Payback swore and Rooster shook his head.

“Did way worse. Fucked her up super bad mentally. But we shouldn’t even be talking about this because it’s not our place to talk about it.” He hissed, looking firmly at Bob and Hangman.

“Bradley, I hate to say this, but it was gonna come out eventually.” Maverick said, sidling up next to him. “Look, it’s been a long day. Let’s all just go hit the showers.” The team nodded, heading towards the direction of where you and Phoenix had just gone. Maverick clasped a hand on Rooster’s shoulder and he looked up at him as everyone else left. “She’s gonna be okay.” He whispered.

“I know.” Rooster shrugged, kicking at a rock. “But I hate that we all just left her alone. She was clearly crying out for help. Can’t help but blame myself a little bit.”

“Rooster.” Maverick said firmly. He looked up to meet his mentor’s eyes. “It’s nobody’s fault but that assholes, you understand me? Guys like him, they do whatever they can to isolate the people they want to hurt. They’re ruthless and everyone becomes a casualty.” Rooster nodded, the words settling into his brain. “Now, for the sake of this team, let’s hope her friendship with Lieutenant Trace is repairable.”

You’d met Coyote at your TOPGUN program. The two of you had graduated the year after Rooster’s class and had been inseparable ever since. You’d met Phoenix six months later, being assigned to her squadron. The two of you made an impeccable team up in the sky. While no friendship would ever quite rival his with you, Rooster had to admit that Phoenix and Coyote were really good for you. It’s the reason he hated hearing you say all those things to Coyote that night on the beach, hearing all the things Phoenix had fired back at you months later. And he’s still not sure what Coyote had said to you that day or the tarmac, or what had gone down in the locker room between you and Nat, or if you’d ever have the same friendships back with either of them, but Rooster would settle for peaceful. You’d seem to reach an unspoken truce with the two of them, and them with you. And so the team settled back in, going back to normal. Things might not be the same as they were before but they certainly were better than the in-between period and Rooster would take better. He watched as you slowly came back to yourself, stronger than ever. He watched you heal and grow, leaving the boy who’d broken you in your past. And Rooster was slowly working up the courage to confess his feelings but chickened out at the last second every time. He’d just gotten you back, and he didn’t want to put himself in position were he might lose you again. He also knew that Hangman was betting money on when it would happen with Payback and Fanboy but he was pretending that wasn’t happening. So that’s how things went. The team training and flying missions and laughing together and Rooster doing a dance around his definitely not requited feelings. It became comfortable.

And then you saved Phoenix’s life during a mission and everything changed again.

Rooster was standing in the comms room, listening intently to what was happening. It’d been a small mission, not a big deal, which is why only you, Phoenix, and Bob had been selected for it. And then things had gone wrong, and your comms had gone out, and now Phoenix and Bob were being shot at and quickly running out of ammo. His eyes squeezed shut as he stood next to Maverick, having flashbacks to what they had gone through. His nails squeezed into his palm as he felt Mavericks grip on his shoulder tighten. He felt dizzy and short of breath, feeling like his feet had been knocked out from under him. He knew Coyote was stood next to him, Hangman on the other side of Maverick, as Payback and Fanboy waited on the deck as stand-by. Why weren’t they sending Payback and Fanboy? He wasn’t sure what had happened to your plane either and Rooster was trying really hard not to panic but it was becoming increasingly difficult. He prayed, promised whatever God was out there, that he’d tell you the truth about how he felt about you if you just came home to him. Things began to sound dire as Bob and Phoenix started to say their goodbyes to their team, and Rooster’s ears were ringing, and then-

“Lieutenant Trace, looks like you could use a little help up there.” Rooster’s eyes flew open as your voice came on over the comms. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he had a suspicion you were currently shooting hostile bogey’s out of the air. Bob’s shaky voice came across now too.

“Ace, I’ve never been so happy to hear your voice.”

“Aw now Bob, don’t be saying such nice things to me. I might get an ego as big as Hangman’s.” You teased. Rooster let out a laugh and he could hear Hangman laugh as well.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” Bob stated, laughing alongside you. You chuckled.

“Alright you two, that seems to be the last of them. You ready to be escorted back to the land of the living?”

“Am I ever.” You and Bob chatted the rest of the way back to the carrier, and if he hadn’t just witnessed it himself, he would’ve though the two of you were old friends catching up over coffee rather than having just escaped death. However, Phoenix remained quiet. If you noticed, you didn’t acknowledge it. When you and Bob both announced your landing, the team took off for the landing strip, joining Fanboy and Payback as they raced over to your planes. You saw Rooster first, smiling when you saw him. You took off your helmet and slid out of your plane. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Phoenix storm past Bob and Maverick, striding towards you. He heard Coyote let out an “oh shit” when Phoenix threw her helmet on the tarmac and your smile faltered as you saw Phoenix storming over to you. And then Phoenix was attacking you in a hug and you were stumbling back with weight of the whole girl being thrown against you. Payback had been closer, reaching out to steady you. Your arms hesitantly wrapped around Phoenix, eventually giving her a tight hug. The group stood there for a moment as Maverick and Bob made their way over. Phoenix finally pulled away, keeping her hands placed firmly on your shoulders.

“You saved my life. Why did you do that?” She asked incredulously. You laughed nervously.

“Because you’re my team mate? And I wasn’t gonna let you and Bob die?”

“Yeah, but I’ve said horrible things about you. Horrible things to you. I don’t-” Deserve it. Phoenix’s sentence stopped as her eyes searched yours. Rooster wasn’t sure what she was looking for but he could guess.

“Phoenix, all of that has been forgiven. I was never mad about it in the first place, you know that.” Phoenix shook her head, seemingly giving up her search for whatever she was looking for on your face. She pulled you into another hug. “C’mon, did you really think I was gonna let you and your WSO die?”

“I didn’t!” Bob protested indignantly, and you laughed.

“I would’ve deserved it.” Phoenix said firmly and you pulled away to look her in the eyes.

“Nat, no, c’mon, none of that.” Phoenix pursed her lips, a small smirk beginning to form.

“Are we still best friends?” You nodded, rolling your eyes.

“Forever and ever baby.” You said, laughing as you wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Phoenix turned to Hangman with a glint in her eye.

“You hear that, Bagman? We’re back and this time we’re unstoppable. Better watch out.” Hangman groaned as you laughed. Phoenix let you go, releasing you into Rooster’s awaiting hug as she turned to pull Bob into a hug. Rooster held you close, for much longer than was probably appropriate, but he was just glad you were real and you were here. Coyote eventually pulled you from him and Phoenix pulled him into a hug.

“Lieutenant Trace, it’s good to have you back with us now that you’ve pulled the stick out your ass.” He muttered and she flicked his forehead.

“Well, Lieutenant Bradshaw, it’d be nicer if you’d pull your head out of your ass and tell her.”

Three days later and the carrier had docked back at the Miramar base. A celebration at the Hard Deck ensued and several hours later, watching you sing to the Taylor Swift song with Bob someone was playing through the speak Penny had finally bought, Rooster found himself itching to tell you everything. As the song ended, you made eye contact with Rooster and he nodded to the porch of the Hard Deck. You nodded, excusing yourself from the group and joined him out there. You shut the door behind you, the loud music and cheers now becoming muffled. He held out his hand and you took it, smiling at him. “C’mon, I wanna go for a walk.” The further you got from the boisterous club the quiet it became and Rooster enjoyed the sounds of the ocean crashing on to the shore. You leaned up again his side and he looked down at you, feeling his heart fluttering. “(Y/N), I need to tell you something.” You looked up at him expectantly.

“Yeah?” He looked down into your eyes and braced himself. He was grateful for the time he had gotten to spend with you, no matter the outcome.

“(Y/N), I’m in love with you.” He heard your soft gasp as you stood up straighter. “I- I’ve been in love with you since we were teens and I just- I resigned myself to be just friends and then you dated that asshole and I just- I can’t keep this from you anymore. And if you don’t feel the same way, we can just pretend I never said anything, but I, uh, I needed to tell you.”

“Rooster.” You whispered and he felt his heart sink.

“It’s okay, you know what, don’t worry about it. Just- just forget I said anything, yeah? I’ll see you inside.” He said, letting go of your hand and heading back up towards the bar. He was biting back the tears, not wanting to make you feel bad. You’d been through a lot and-

“Rooster?” You called out. “Rooster.” He kept walking, not wanting to come face to face with your pity. Your voice was following him but yet he kept walking through the sand, desperate to disappear back inside the Hard Deck. “Bradley.” You’d caught up to him, rounding off in front of him, effecting cutting him off. He spotted the crew gathered on the deck not too far away but then he looked down to you and they were forgotten. “I don’t understand.” You said, confusion written all over your face. He shook his head.

“I don’t know what there is to not understand.”

“Um, how about, why?”

“Why what?”

“Why me? I mean Bradley, you’re fucking Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. I know how girls here look at you, I know you can have the pick of your litter. So why do you want me, of all people? Like I don’t-”

“Why do I want you? (Y/N), because you’re you! You’re kind and you risk your neck for your team mates even when they’ve been assholes to you and you always make an extra cup of tea for Amelia and you keep me in check and you’re an amazing pilot and you’ve been my best friend for years and because you have the sweetest laugh and your eyes just light up and you always ask Bob to play cards with you when he’s had a long day and you never let anyone feel alone and because you’re the first to take any challenge the Navy throws at you and there’s so many reasons to love you. I’m sorry that that guy made you think otherwise, but I will stand out here on this god damn beach all night listing them if I have to to make you believe it.” You stared at Rooster and you still looked genuinely baffled. He moved closer to you, not realizing he’d taken a few steps back during his rant. “(Y/N), you’re fucking perfect in every single way. You deserve the world, nothing less.” He whispered, voice honest and raw. You looked up at him, emotion filling your face. He pushed back your hair that had been blowing in the wind. “I’m gonna kiss you now, if it’s okay.” You nodded and he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss to your lips. It was sweet and short and then he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’ll have you know, I’m terrible in relationships. You know what happened last time.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, I have feeling this is gonna be different.”

“How so?”

“I’m not letting you go ever again.” He whispered, placing another kiss to your lips. This one was longer and deeper. Your hand found his waist as he held your face. The moment was ruined however, by the team cheering not too far away. The two of you broke apart, turning towards them.

“Fucking finally!” Phoenix shouted. You groaned, resting your head on his chest.

“She’s drunk.” He remarked and you scoffed.

“Obviously.” He looked back down at you, humor now gone.

“I promise that I’ll spend the rest of everyday making sure you know you’re loved. I’m not going anywhere so long as you’ll have me here. I’m in love with you baby, and I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you.” You hummed.

“You know what I realized?”

“What?” He asked nervously, as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You never let me give you a response.” He felt his heart falter, afraid everything was gonna be ruined.

“Let me down easy.” He whispered, eyes closing again. You chuckled.

“Okay.” And he braced himself for the blow that would never come. “Bradley Bradshaw, I have been in love with you since I was 15 and you gave up your date to Homecoming because no one asked me and you took me to In’N’Out and the drive-in instead.” His eyes fluttered opened up again, looking at your earnest face. “And I continued to be in love with through my TOPGUN program and then when we were stationed on opposite sides of the world. But you never showed signs of reciprocating so I started dating that asshat just to get my mind off of you but maybe I should send him a thank you card because without him, we never would’ve found ourselves here. He clearly saw it before we did.” His fingers tightened from where they were placed on your waist as he groaned.

“Don’t even joke about that.” You chuckled, leaning your forehead back up against his.

“Not talking to you those months were hell and I never want to go back.”

“Never have to, sweetheart.”

“Good, because I’m in love with you too and I don’t think I ever want to stop.” It was your turn to initiate the kiss and he smirked against your lips.

“Maybe we should send that asshole a thank you card.” You pulled away, eyes narrowing at him.

“It’s only funny when I joke about it Bradshaw.”

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scribophantasma · 9 months

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The Phantom Rabbit Ch.1

After witnessing that scene with the demon and witch, the white rabbit ran out of the cottage and into the snowy forest as fast as it could go.

You were so scared and confused that the rabbit instincts took over, and they urged you to run until you couldn’t anymore. While you were doing so, the scenery changed from snowy forest to crowded, cobblestone, streets. Your rabbit instincts were going haywire at this point because nowhere was safe!

Everywhere you turned, you were nearly stepped on, ran over, and kicked by accident! It wasn’t until you darted into an alleyway to hide that your human rationale regained control. You flopped over and just lay there, panting in exhaustion as your mind processed everything.

‘Holy crap! What the heck was that?! What’s going on?! Where is this place?!’

You examined the white paws that replaced your hands, and touched the ear that flopped over your face. Yup, they were definitely yours. Craning your neck, you examined the cottontail behind you that confirmed your suspicions. ‘WHY AM I A FREAKING RABBIT?!’

Suddenly, a high pitched squeal invaded your poor, ultra-sensitive ears and then a pair of hands snatched you up and squished you close.

“Milady! You mustn’t run into dark alleyways!” A female voice panicked.

“Paula, I told you to call me Lizzy! And I’m alright. Look at this bunny rabbit that I found. IT’S SOOOO CUTE!”

‘My ears….’

“I can’t wait to take it home and show it to mother, father and Edward!”

You squirmed until your head was free from the sea of pink that was the girl’s dress. Then you stared in shock at her face.

It was freaking Elizabeth from Black Butler!

"Milady,"

"IT'S LIZZY!"

"Sorry. Lizzy, you know how your mother is about animals you find on the streets. Also, the dogs and cats would make a meal out of the poor rabbit. You have to let it go."

"BUT I DON'T WANT TO!" Shrieked the pink banshee. She proceeded to throw a tantrum as she pressed your body to one side of her face.

"Mother gets to breed her hounds, Father has his ugly Persian cats and Edward always adds to his horse collection. All I want is ONE cute pet! It's not fair! WAAAAAH!!!"

You stared deadpanned at Paula with your ears pinned back as the maid tried in vain to calm the crybaby. The little noble wasn't even crying for reals- otherwise your fur would be drenched in her tears. How could Paula not see that Elizabeth was pulling off crocodile tears like the spoilt, privileged, little brat she is?

"Milady, please! Do not cry… The rabbit will be fine… Mylady, you're causing a scene! Please stop… I know! Let's go shopping! That always makes you feel better. We have to get a present for your fiance anyways."

Suddenly Elizabeth stopped 'crying' and exclaimed, "THAT'S IT!"

You winced and held your head in your paws. 'AHHH MY EARS!!!'

"I'll give the bunny to Ciel! Then I can visit both Phantomhive manor, and the cute bunny whenever I want!"

"What a splendid idea!" Paula agreed. Then she took out her stupid bells. "Jingle, jingle!"

You groaned. 'So damn annoying!'

"Let's go prepare his gift!" Said Elizabeth, and then she sprinted off with you in her arms.

"Ah! Wait for me, milady!" Paula cried.

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Elizabeth took you to a place called 'Le Choyé Pampered Pets Botique'. You raised a figurative eyebrow at the name because it said the same word twice.

After shouting excitedly at the workers about how you were a present for her fiance, they immediately set to work to make you 'even cuter'.

It was torture!

First, you were nuked with rose scented perfume- which got in your eyes. You were so preoccupied with rubbing them that you were unable to fight off what happened next: a thorough brushing with a bristly brush. Were they using a cactus?! You squealed in pain, but everyone in the store aww'ed at the sounds. Damn sadists! Before you could recover from that experience, you were strangled with an obnoxiously large, dark pink bow tie. You immediately gagged and tugged on it with your paws. While you were doing so, someone picked you up and stuffed you inside a suffocating box.

'They didn't even put any air holes, what the hell?!'

Getting on your back, you tried to kick the box open with your hind feet, but the box had been wrapped up tight.

Feeling light headed, you rolled over again and clawed at a corner of the box until you breached the cardboard and wrapping paper. Finally, some air! The bow on your neck wasn't helping though.

You continued to tug on the fabric as someone picked up the box and moved you elsewhere. Based on the muffled sounds and bumpy sensations, Elizabeth and Paula were now inside a carriage.

You tuned out the conversation they were having and dwelled in your own thoughts after finally loosening the constrictor grip on that ribbon.

You thought back to the events that brought you here. How a portal suddenly opened beneath you, and sucked you through… The quick, but painful transformation from human to rabbit… How the demonic creature attacked that lady, over a soul. Said soul definitely being yours.

That explains how you got here, but why were you transformed into a rabbit?

Also, you don't want to get eaten by a demon! From what you understand, Sebastian is starving himself to make his meal (Ciel) more tasty. You're not that desperate to sell your soul… Heck, you'd enjoy being human again for a few moments before paying the devil's due. Would Sebastian eat you on the spot?

You recall that he claims to have grown tired of devouring every soul in sight, indicating that a contract is not even needed for him to eat souls. Does being in a contract keep Sebastian from eating other souls?

If that is the case, what if he feeds you to Ciel- like, straight up serving him roast rabbit for supper to merge your souls together?! Your fur bristled and you shivered at the thought.

But what if he doesn't sense your soul?

Should you tell them (or, find a way to tell them)? If you somehow manage to convince them that you're trapped in this rabbit form, you could get their help. After that fiasco in town where everything tried to unintentionally you, there was no way you would survive on your own. Unlike you, they have resources, powers, and opposable thumbs. They could help you find a way to change back, and return to your own world.

But like his demon servant, Ciel never helps anyone for free. He'll exploit you for his personal gain and use you like a pawn in chess. Heck, he lied and made an empty promise to Snake, just to keep him under his employ. What could you possibly offer him in your state- cuddles and snuggles?

Should you keep this to yourself? It'll be hard and dangerous without help. On the flipside, everything else is just as dangerous.

You're damned if you do, and damned if you don't. That is the worst place to be.

What other option is there- do nothing and leave everything to the hands of fate?

You pondered on these thoughts as the carriage kept bouncing and bumping, making you collide with every wall in the box.

This was going to be a looooong ride.

#blackbutler #elizabeth midford #rabbit #fanfiction #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #x-readers

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solarswonderland · 10 months

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love, soulmate

CHAPTER . . . 6 | hello captain quack!

collaboration with @/riki-zZz

a/n: decided to spice it up a little with some drama because I was bored LAWL. also if its not obvious, I am making this up as I go 😟😟

written + smau chapter

word count: 1464 [ 1k + ]

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“XIARA” Hanbin yelled out to his sister.

“WHAT” Xiara yelled in response.

“We're like- 15 minutes late! You don’t need to cover your tattoo with make-up, just come down already!” Hanbin yelled in frustration.

Xiara sighed dramatically before exiting her room and making her way down the stairs.

Hanbin stiffled a laugh when he saw the makeup job his sister had done on her finger.

"That looks like plastic surgery gone horrible wrong."

Xiara scowled, "Don't make this weirder than it already is."

Hanbin laughed at her while she grabbed her backpack. He held the door open for her.

“What are you doing..?” Xiara asked with suspicion laced in her voice.

“Ladies first!” Hanbin smiled cheekily at her.

Xiara just rolled her eyes and made her way through the door. Both of them walked in comfortable silence.

Once they had reached, Hanbin bid his sister goodbye and headed over to where his friends were waiting for him. As she was walking she saw Percy standing alone. She walked up to him.

“Hello Captain Quack!” She called him, because he hates it and his suffering is her joy.

“Hello Captain Moo!” He replied, rolling his eyes.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” She asked.

“She’s in dance. I’m waiting for your soulmate, by the way.” he said, smirking.

“I only asked you where Yeonmi was but, thanks.” She sighed in annoyance. She really hoped she would not run into Yeonjun today.

As she turned around to go to the dance studio to find Yeonmi, a tall figure appeared behind her. She bumped into their chest.

“Oh my god! I’m sor-” As soon as she turned around and saw who it was, she shut her mouth.

“Oh, you.” she frowned.

“Hey, what is that supposed to mean?” Yeonjun raised his eyebrow.

Of course, it HAD to be Choi Yeonjun out of the 1000+ people that go to this school. They were standing so close she was pretty sure he could feel her breath against his body. She was shorter than Yeonjun but then again, who isn’t? (don’t you dare bring up percy, Yeonjun will literally find you and murder you 😍) so, he towered over her. She moved away from him.

“Uh, I have to go and uhm- find Yeonmi! Right. I forgot about that.” She said and bolted to the dance studio.

“Damn, she must really not like you.” Percy snickered at his friend.

“Oh, shut up. All the ladies love me.” He smirked.

“Yeonjun, I’ve told you several times. It’s not healthy to be delusional.” he patted Yeonjun on the back, earning an annoyed look from the latter.

“Anyway, I’ve got Mrs. Na for the first period, she hates when I’m late which is nearly every day so, bye!” He said and left Yeonjun alone standing by myself.

[ xiara's pov ]

time skip to lunch [ Yeonmi - 3rd person ]

“Hwang Yeonmi?” Mrs. Kim called out her name as she was making her way to the cafeteria.

“Huh?” She stopped in her tracks and turned around.

“Oh, hello Mrs. Kim! Is there anything you need?” She asked politely.

“Oh, yes. Is it okay if you switch partners for the science project? Jiwon here is new and I want her to pair up with Percy since he’s pretty smart.” She explained, introducing the girl beside her.

Jiwon seemed sweet so, she smiled at her. She rolled her eyes at Yeonmi. Okay wow, rude much?

“Oh. Me and Percy already started working on the project.” She said to Mrs. Kim.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just wanted to be paired up with someone with experience since I’m new.” Jiwon pouted.

Lord she is so cringe, Yeonmi thought. She tried her best to be nice the whole time.

“Oh,” was all she could muster up.

“Can you do it?” Mrs.Kim asked.

“So, does this mean I have to do the project on my own?” I asked Mrs.Kim.

“Ah yes, you would. Is that okay?” she looked at her with puppy eyes. (why is an old woman acting like this? idk js go with it 🫶).

“Sure, I’ll let Percy know.” She smiled at her.

“Great! Introduce Jiwon to Percy while you’re at it, will you?” said Mrs. Kim, smiling widely.

“Uhm, yeah sure.” Yeonmi was feeling very uncertain, but it’s not like she really had a choice.

After Ms. Kim left the two of them alone, the tension in the air was intense.

“Hi! I’m Hwang Yeonmi.” She put her hand out for her to shake.

“Don’t try to play nice. I know you don’t like the fact that I’m here.” Jiwon rolled her eyes, annoyed.

“I’m not, though?” Yeonmi raised her eyebrow.

“Whatever. Just introduce me to this Percy guy and get it over with.” she said.

The walk to the cafeteria was silent.

“Yeonmi!” Xiara ran towards her best friend.

“Hey Xia! Happy birthday love.” Yeonmi hugged her.

“Thank you so much!" She noticed Jiwon.

"Who is this?” she whispered.

“Jiwon. I’m supposed to introduce her to Percy.” Yeonmi whispered back.

“Hello? I’m standing right here.” Jiwon said.

“Right, come on. I’ll introduce you.” They walked to the group’s table.

“Yo, where were you all day?” Yeonjun asked.

“Since when do you sit at our table?” Yeonmi questioned.

“Oh, Xiara invited me!” he smiled.

She looked at Xiara in confusion. “I’ll explain later.” she said. Yeonmi shrugged.

“And to answer your question, I have stuff to do other than hang with you guys all day.”

“Right. like I didn’t catch you and Percy making out earlier.” Jungwon deadpanned.

“Oh, shut it, Jungwon, you’re just jealous you don’t get bitches” Percy retorted as Yeonmi facepalmed in embarrassment.

“So, she’s sitting with us?” Hanbin asked.

“I don’t know. Do you want to?” Yeonmi asked Jiwon, hoping for a no.

“Sure! That would be great.” she smiled, widely as she sat next to Percy, also where Yeonmi was supposed to sit.

She ignored Jiwon the whole time. On the brightside, Xiara and Yeonjun seemed to be getting along, which was super weird. The last time she saw them together, they were trying to rip each other’s heads off.

“What class do you guys have next?” Raven asked.

“Biology” Percy and Jiwon replied at the same time.

“I have Physics.” Yeonjun said.

“Me too.” Warren replied.

“I have art, anyone else?” Yeonmi asked.

“Oh, me!” Daniel said.

“Me too!” Xiara replied.

[ art class - Xiara 3rd person ]

Xiara tried her best to be nice to Yeonjun, and it was definitely more complicated than she thought. Although she called him a donkey, she doesn’t think anyone noticed it! She even invited him over to their lunch table! If that isn’t being nice, she doesn’t know what is. Xiara, Daniel, and Yeonmi were walking to art together while she explained the whole ‘Xiara and yeonjun being nice to each other’ situation.

“After years of hatred I never thought you guys would actually make up,” Daniel said.

“Me too, no way you guys made up in a few hours,” Yeonmi added.

“Honestly, I still have many problems with Yeonjun, I’m just trying to push them aside for now and being nice to him,” Xiara told them both as they reached the classroom.

Okay, Xiara is NOT good at art. The only reason she took the godforsaken subject was for extra credits. She spent most of the class asking Yeonmi for drawing ideas, while Daniel finished up his art piece from last week.

“Come on, Yeonmi! you have to have atleast one idea for me!” She was practically begging Yeonmi at this point.

“Oh, I have one! What if you shut up for once?” she smiled at her.

Xiara simply rolled her eyes. “No.”

[ meanwhile somewhere else in the school....]

"I have been in love with Yeonjun for a whole year, and just when I thought I finally had him just where I wanted him, that Xiara girl swooped in and stole him from me." Jieun (the girl from the end of this chapter) ranted to her gang while aggressively waving her spoon around.

"Hey, hey calm down. It's okay. I had lunch with her friend group today, and I think I know just how to get Yeonjun back in your arms." Jiwon smirked at her friend.

"One, why did you have lunch with those weirdos? Two, what's the plan?" Jieun asked her curiously.

"Well, I had lunch with them because Mrs. Kim wanted me to have a smart study partner, which is that really cute boy I've been talking about, you know, Percy?"

Jieun and the rest of their friends nod.

"And for the plan, all we need is a marker and a picture of Xiara's soulmate mark." Jiwon says, as she opens twitter to show Xiara's post from that morning.

taglist: @winterbear3 @wccycc @gyuszie [ open! send an ask or comment to join ]

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cooliofango · 2 years

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I really like your writing! It's so cute. Can I request a Gabriel Boseman x Female reader tho. He's so stupid, but I love him. So anyways... what would it be like if he liked this girl who spent most of her time drawing or writing in the pizzeria. But then one day... he sneaks up on her and catches her drawing him playing his bagpipes. Just something fluffy. You don't have to write this, Plz and thank you (have a good day/night). 🙂

Picture Perfect

Art by BlueyCapsules on Twitter

Gabriel Boseman x Fem! Reader

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I DO NOT KNOW WHEN THIS REQUEST WAS SENT BECAUSE TUMBLR IS BEING GLITCHY AF BUT I LUCKILY SAW THIS WHEN I GOT ON MY LAPTOP TO WRITE SO YAY I GUESS???

First it wouldn’t let me comment, message, or reply (thankfully this problem was fixed) and now it won’t let me see certain people’s weblogs and likes and asks?? I sent in a support request and hopefully it gets fixed soon. Like I said before, this gives me an excuse to write for a Boseman so muhaha!

Onto the story!

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‘There she is again..’

It was a thought that occurred often whenever the girl with [hair length][hair color] carrying a sketchpad and a small bag of pencils would walk into the facility. It had been at least a few months since she had captured his eye and it was only because of this girl and his damned sister’s friendship that he knew her name. (Y/N) was what Cassidy said it was, and it took a moment for him to believe this to be true or not. Cassidy could easily tell him a false name to embarrass himself when he would first speak her name. This suspicion was quickly proven wrong when the three Boseman brats hung around you. Cassidy had called (Y/N)’s name to get her attention about... whatever it is his sister wanted to know. Gabriel didn’t remember what it was anymore. Nonetheless, the girl responded to his sister as she usually did: kindly and with a sweet tone to her voice. A voice that had slowly became music to his ears over time.

“Oi- Gabe!” The ginger snapped from memory lane as one of his band members roughly nudged his side. An off key sound played from the bagpipe he held, the sound echoing loudly in the pizzeria. A blush of embarrassment covered his cheeks when he realized how a few people looked over upon hearing this sound. Yes, this included (Y/N), much to his disliking. However, it suddenly felt worth it when he saw her smile and laugh to herself before going back to whatever she was drawing. She was always drawing something with such a beautiful smile on her face. The thought he just had made him cringe at himself. When did he become so lovey dovey?

“What’re ya spacin’ out for?” By now, their little practice had stopped. Gabriel’s father gave them permission to practice during working hours whenever the animatronics were in free-roam mode and weren’t using the stage. Most people ignored their practice while some watched and listened. Whether it was with actual interest or out of boredom with nothing else to entertain them was beyond the boy band. They never really paid enough attention to notice the reason either. They were usually too engrossed in their practice, after all. Gabriel’s gaze flickered over to (Y/N) for a quick second as he contemplated an answer. “Hungry.” He wanted to smack himself the moment that answer slipped from his lips. What an idiot...

The boys looked between each other before a couple shrugged to themselves. “I guess a break wouldn’t hurt.” The guitarist spoke his thoughts out loud, which raised a collective sound of ‘sure’s and ‘whatever’s amongst the group. Gabriel almost felt relief that they didn’t question it, and yet it also bugged him that they didn’t really question it further. Not out loud anyways. Gabriel quietly sighed to himself as he stepped down from the stage, setting his bagpipe on the wooden surface. His gaze drifted to (Y/N) once again. It felt almost habitual by this point. Like he was required to, at least, take a small glance in your direction. A question stirred in his mind as he watched her pencil dart smoothly back and forth across the page, displaying each stroke to create a piece of art.

A few of the band members stayed behind an chatted amongst themselves while others went off to do whatever they pleased during their break. Gabriel decided to indulge in his curiosity and see for himself what (Y/N) was drawing this time. She didn’t seem to realize him approaching at first. Not till he was a few steps from being at her side. Her [eye color] eyes darted up to the ginger, a bit widened in surprise. That wasn’t what confused Gabriel, however. What had confused him was when (Y/N)’s arms flew up to cover up her drawing. Usually, the girl he had come to like quite a lot would be so eager to show her drawings off to eager eyes. She never was embarrassed about them or insecure. She knew that even she had things to learn and improve on when it came to drawing, so she often took criticism to improve. That’s just how (Y/N) was.

“Whatcha hiding it for?” The Irish boy spoke with clear confusion in his voice. (Y/N)’s face was dyed with a pinkish hue as heat drew the blood to the surface of her skin. Whatever she had drawn had made her appear to be embarrassed about it. Or at least she seemed embarrassed to Gabriel. “I-It’s nothing special, really..” An anxious chuckle followed these words as she glanced away from the ginger boy. A frown tugged to his lips and his brows furrowed in frustration. She’s never acted like this about her drawings before. “Can I see it?” Gabriel leaned towards (Y/N) with his arms crossed over his chest. She backed up on instinct. She seemed hesitant and was about to answer before a hand swept under her arms to take the photo. “W-wait..!”

On the paper was a beautifully drawn picture of.. him? It was him on the stage during practice, though (Y/N) didn’t seem to bother with drawing the other band members. Just Gabriel. He held his bagpipe in his arms within the picture he held. Each detail and feature was drawn oh so carefully as to perfectly depict this boy in her eyes. Even the smallest details in his clothing and on the bagpipe was drawn. Gabriel was left stunned, as did (Y/N). Though it was for different reasons, of course. While Gabriel was stunned by the fact that the girl he liked took the time and effort to make such an amazing drawing of him, said girl was stunned by the fact that he held the drawing. She was waiting for a reaction.

A red blush dusted his freckled cheeks, looking over to (Y/N). He cleared his throat and held the drawing out to her. Her hands hesitantly took hold of the paper. “I-It’s uh... It’s a nice picture.” Gabriel cleared his throat a tad awkwardly. He wasn’t all too sure how to properly react to it. However, he internally beamed at the expression the girl before him wore. (Y/N) was surprised by Gabriel’s words. The surprise had quickly faded to joy as the wide eyed look faded to a gentle smile. “I’m glad you like it!” A soft laugh left her lips, causing Gabriel’s blush to deepen in color.

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Ahhh I think ima start typing more on my laptop! I love how this turned out 💕💕 Writing on my laptop helped this to be longer and I love that fact- so expect me to write more on my laptop 🤭 Of course this was still a tad bit short but it’s progress!

#requests open #reader insert #requests #oneshots #blueycapsules x reader #one shots #blueycapsules #request #blueycapsules oneshot #blueycapsules oneshots #blueycapsules gabriel #blueycapsules gabriel boseman #gabriel boseman #gabriel baseman x reader

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sinful-huntress · 2 years

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Just rewatched season 2 and omg I love my girl Chain SO much??? Can I get a fem reader and Chain messing around in hq after hours? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) thank you sooo much!

A new Chain has entered the scene!

Tonight would be a long ordeal. More gang affiliated crimes, another thing for you to organize. Steven and Klaus were also in the office, looking over the information Chain was gathering specifically.

Neither of you really told anyone in the office about your relationship. But you had a sneaking suspicion that at least Steven had picked up on it. Sure, they were extremely subtle hints, but you and Chain were rather sweet on each other. More friendly with each other as opposed to anyone else in the office.

But Chain assured you Steven wouldn't say anything if he did know. And that he wouldn't bother confronting either of you about this either. You trusted her judgment. After all, Steven had seen you do a number of weird things and never did anything more than raise an eyebrow before.

You had excused yourself to the bathroom. Lowkey thankful that Klaus had opted for a stall bathroom set up instead of "co-ed" bathrooms. This made for much less fuss.

Just as you were about to exit the stall, you had to stifle a sharp gasp.

Chain had appeared right behind you in the stall. Her arms strapped around your waist more as a warning than anything else. And while she didn't need your pants down to get to you, she made quick work of undoing your pants.

Her fingers sliding in without so much as a warning. Raspy moans being bitten back. You didn't want to get caught doing this of all things around the office.

Chain was having fun being the dominant force right now. Loving the feeling of you being putty in her arms as she kissed up and down your neck. Sure, you were a little taller than her, but that wouldn't stop her from this.

You were fighting to hold back soft moans and groans, the idea of being caught with Chain's hands all over you somehow made it so much more thrilling. But you didn't just want to be taken over like this, you wanted to get Chain off too.

Carefully pulling away her hands, she pouted.

"I just want to turn around honey."

Chain was so bloody adorable with that little renewed sparkle in her eye. Neither of you wasting a second. One hand reaching into each other's underwear, the other slipping under shirts.

Pulling each other as close as possible. Passionate kisses stifling the moans as you two fingered each other as best you could while in the bathroom.

Chain's tongue slipped between your lips and you were trying so hard to keep your balance. She could be so damn intoxicating. The hand that was massging her chest from under her shirt had found its way to the back of her head. You wanted her so badly right now, the rest of the world fading from memory. Only you and Chain existed in this moment.

Chain's hand not currently buried in your underwear was pushing just between your breasts. You eased up, both of your were panting. But neither was finished with the other.

Chain certainly wasn't, going straight for your neck. You tried keeping quiet by letting all your breath out in one low, raspy gasp. You couldn't return this favor, bot at this angle. But Chain working her tongue so heavily against your throat had you breathless.

You felt Chain give just before you did. She bit your shoulder through your clothes upon her orgasm. But you squeezed her tight against yourself when you finished.

"Christ that was hot." Chain panted happily, "I at least can fade out. You better fix yourself in the mirror before going back downstairs."

"No sweetheart, I thought I'd go down there all hot and bothered."

You nudged Chain playfully. But trying to deflect a concerned Klaus was a bit harder than you thought. Even after splashing with water and combing your hair a little.

#bbb #kekkai sensen #kkss #anon ask #ask #blood blockade battlefront #sinful heathens #chain sumeragi

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spongki · 2 years

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why do i give valuable time to people who i'd much rather kick in the eye?

I know. That's not the correct lyric. Combining them together somewhat makes more sense in this context, though. For instance, have you ever found yourself acquainted with the most unbearable people you know? If not, then go you. There were some mean fucking people to me in high school. They weren't exactly my bullies, and I've done enough ruminating to conclude that no, it is not just me in denial of being victimized that you're hearing. I mean, it wasn't heavy enough to traumatize me for the rest of my life but maybe just enough to make me open up a conversation about the minute choices I make in my life, particularly the kind of people I let inside of it. I once went out to the mall in eighth grade with these really pretty girls from another school whom I met from a boy from another class. This is confusing and wordy and there isn't really any other way to go about it when you're telling stories that occurred in high school, you just end up sounding exactly the way you did when you were an obnoxious teen spilling banal school drama to your peers. I was a social butterfly, that's what I really meant to say. I wasn't popular, but I knew a lot of people. Including this one girl in my class who told me I should stop taking pictures with other people and pretending they're my friends when I posted a photo of me hanging out with those pretty girls on Facebook. God. That was the funniest, most insulting thing anyone has ever said to me. Perhaps the only thing that ever made me go, "Damn." I've never been so humored and galled at the same time. I kind of respect her for that.

hey i know those girls from yfc (Youth for Christ)

there's no way ur friends with them lolol

She commented that on my post for everyone to see. Damn. Does it help to explain that Dubai's also an extremely small world where everyone knows someone that even if you put aside my character I'd still be bound to cross paths with pretty, popular people anyway? Yet she chose to be an ass about it. And the year after. And the year after that. I had mutual friends with her so I still hung out with this girl. I attended parties, got wasted, even went as far to sharing my cigarettes—even when I'm known to be stingy about them—with this girl. Yet I couldn't stand this girl. Insufferable, this girl. Worse part is, she wasn't the only one. There were some mean fucking people to me in high school.

The thing about movies and tv is that they show a clear polarity between popular vs unpopular, bully vs bullied, etcetera. Sometimes I wish it was that defined, then maybe I wouldn't have that weird gray area of people who get on my fucking nerves but try to be civil towards because they've somehow infiltrated my life and I don't quite know how to get rid of them. Some movies and tv do get it right, though. I'm currently watching Santa Clarita Diet (2017) and it made me think about what it means to be "nice" and how far niceness goes. When in doubt, eat them. I believe Hannibal (2013) taught that as well. I guess it also shows us how well you can get away with a crime and not raise suspicions when you're a white, upper middle class couple who works as "real-a-tors".

I always think about this cop's painting of her neighbor (Timothy Olyphant)'s "nervous smile". That grimace is too familiar. This would make more sense if given a broader context of the show, but let's just say this: maybe the days of politeness and courtesy are over. Maybe it's about time we start biting people's faces off when they piss us off.

There's so much that needs to be said about civility and other pains of adulthood that come from being subject to normativity and I'm not here to make a thesis on that because there are loads of people who have done that before me. I'm just here to express my frustration. I, however, want to address younger people and say that there will be adults who'll tell you that you'll eventually grow tired of others' heckling and that you'll learn to let it pass, forgive, and suck it up like a real adult because that's the way you'll gain inner peace. But I say it's perfectly permissible, if you feel like it, to flip them the bird and it will give you peace. It's not mutually exclusive.

#rants #santa clarita diet #joel hammond #sheila hammond #timothy olyphant #the smiths #happy leo season #well that explains my need to rant #about being too nice #and not being hard-hitting enough #rianecdotes

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scarletnakazato · 2 years

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Rin Hojo - Give Me Your Love (Pt. 2)

• Rin Hojo x Reader | Smut | (Part 1 Here!) • Word Count: 1,288. • Synopsis: In which the newly married couple have a spicy night to themselves, but before that a brother and best friend seem to hit it off over a particular red car. Ironic.

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When (Y/N) and Rin finished their wedding planning, the only thing they could do now was wait for the day to arrive. Both sides of their family showed up, (Y/N)'s best friend as well. Yes, the crazy psycho who yelled at her over the phone. She was also her bridesmaid.

Goū was Rin's best man and he wouldn't have it any other way. Goū was there for him when no one else was and stuck by him for so long even when their relationship had been a bit tense in the past. Rin caught a glance of Ryosuke who gave him a small, but proud smile. He invited Takahashi since he had played a large part in getting him to move on, leading him to (Y/N). Focusing back on reality, they waited for (Y/N) to walk down the aisle, and when she did Rin swore that she could've given him whiplash if he wasn't already looking forward.

Now, he was fully convinced his woman was an angel. He could almost see the wings on her back, and the sheer white of her dress radiated nothing but serenity. God, how lucky he was to have her. The ceremony was a wonder and the kiss, a dream.

The reception started shortly after the ceremony. Rin and (Y/N) shared a lovely slow dance, then the real party started. While they sat together, some people eating, others dancing and talking in groups, (Y/N) nudged Rin's arm and pointed towards where Goū and her best friend were.

"Looks like they're hitting it off, huh?" She wore a smile as they watched them. Her friend said something that made Goū laugh.

"To think they met all because of a car. Wow." She took a sip of her wine wiping away non-existent tears, Goū looked at her amused as she leaned closer to him. "Just a bunch of car fanatics here, let me tell 'ya." She shook her head and took a bigger sip of wine.

Goū laughed and said, "Does that include me?"

She looked at him with fake suspicion. "What car you got, pretty boy?"

His eyes widened a fraction, a light blush on his cheeks as he responded, "An NSX."

She turned her head with an impressed expression. "That red one out there?" He nodded. "Well hot damn, I like you and that car. 'Ya want to take a girl for a ride in it one day?"

She smirked flirtatiously and Goū replied coolly with, "Sure, as long as you can handle it. I'm nothing but fast and rough."

Rin and (Y/N) looked at each other and then back at the two flirting with raised eyebrows and mouths slightly open, astounded. "Damn, didn't think my little brother could be that smooth."

(Y/N) nodded, "You taught him well, love."

"I didn't teach him to flirt."

"Well, your flirts worked on me, so he learned it from somebody."

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It was nearly one in the morning when the wedding ended, the married couple sitting in the back of the limo that drove them to their hotel in the heart of Tokyo. A few minutes into the drive, (Y/N) set her hand on his thigh and turned towards him, pressing her lips on his. She moved to straddle his legs the best she could in her dress, her arms wrapping around his broad shoulders.

The wine may not have been strong, but they did have quite a few glasses and the haze was getting to them. And so was their need for each other. Rin had one arm hooked securely around her waist, the other tangled in her hair, messing it up with each stroke.

Slowly, their kisses became more heated, hands roamed, and the distance from their hotel drew ever closer. When the limo stopped and their destination was in front them, they pulled away from the kiss, quickly getting out. Rin easily picked her up bridal style and carried her into the hotel, in the elevator and up to their room.

As much as Rin loved seeing her in the dress that made her look like a goddess, he also couldn't wait to tear it off of her. He was going to make his angel sing tonight.

As soon as they got through the door, had it shut and locked, Rin cupped her face with both hands, pulling her in for a rough kiss. She lightly moaned in delight, holding onto his wrists. He began to trail his hands down her figure and around her until his hands reached the back of her dress. He pulled down the zipper then the dress until it pooled around (Y/N)'s ankles like a heap of white snow.

They quickly took off the rest of their clothes until they were on the bed, (Y/N) on top. As they crashed their lips together, she tangled her hands in his long hair, tugging at it a bit. He lightly moaned at the sensation, and she did it again, a bit harder and his moan got louder. She smirked proudly, but that smirk was quickly cut off when she gasped. Rin left kisses and bite marks down her neck, marking her as his.

One side of her neck was left with dark hickeys and Rin firmly held onto her hips, grinding her against him. (Y/N) released a loud whimper as he groaned from the feeling of her wet heat. Her hands trailed down his upper half, her nails grazing teasingly across his skin. The more she teased, the more his pent-up arousal got to him.

Rin isn't always the most patient of men, and sometimes got impulsive by running on his emotions. This proved correct when he roughly held her hips, slamming her down onto him. Screaming in ecstasy, her head leaned back as she moaned Rin's name. That's the singing he wanted to hear.

(Y/N) had her arms around his neck, her hands clawing at his shoulder blades when he sharply thrust up further into her. Her moans filled the dimly lit room, the light reflecting off her skin. Rin's back was quickly filled with scratch marks, and she had small crescent marks along her hips.

Suddenly, Rin flipped them over, pinning (Y/N)'s wrists above her head, his thrusts becoming rougher. His deep voice groaned her name before leaving a small trail of kisses across her collarbone. In turn, she chanted his like a prayer, fueling him further.

The many sinful acts of theirs continued on for what felt like hours. They both couldn't get enough of each other. When they were driving themselves close and closer to the edge, Rin's thrusts started getting sloppy. The way (Y/N) stuttered out his name with a loud whine is what sent him over the edge and into his release. The knot in her stomach let loose as she came right after.

Breathing heavily and coming down from their high, they lied on their backs. They tiredly put on minimum clothes. Rin, wearing sweatpants and (Y/N) wearing one of his shirts that were huge on her. He loved seeing her in his clothes and he wasn't going to deny that by any means. Back in bed and with the lights off now, (Y/N) felt herself get pulled backwards, her back pressed against Rin's chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist, spooning her. His face was nuzzled in the crook of her neck as he took in the calming, sweet scent of her hair.

She hummed quietly and moved her handback to meet his that was draped over her side, entangling their fingers together. Their rings made a small sound when they touched that caused them both to smile before their drowsiness finally took over, lulling them both to sleep.

#initial d #initiald #anime #fanfic #fanfiction #anime fanfiction #smut #lemon #rin hojo #rin hojo x reader #x reader #ScarletNakazato

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

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Father of Mine – 2/2

Character: Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader

Summary: With the tragic passing of her mother, Y/N learns to the truth of who her father is.

Word Count: 4,100+

Warnings: absent father, subtle violence, mention of family death

A/N: The reader is described as tall in this fic. Bruce Wayne is 6′2 and I’m tall, so I’m indulging myself with no apologies. Read it or don’t.

Part 1

Bruce was working in the cave when Alfred interrupted him.

“Master Wayne, a guest has arrived unexpectedly.”

Bruce gave him a strange look. Hardly anyone showed up to the manor unannounced.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” Alfred added.

“Right,” Bruce sighed.

“She’s waiting for you in your office.”

Bruce found Y/N pacing in the room, refusing to take the seat that he was sure Alfred offered her.

“Y/N,” he greeted, remembering how she disliked the formalities last night.

She whipped around at his greeting. “Am I your charity case now?”

He feigned confusion. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”

She looked offended by his lie. “Don’t insult my intelligence. You paid all of my outstanding expenses that my mother left me.”

Bruce opened his mouth.

“Don’t try to lie to me,” she warned.

Bruce closed his mouth.

“Look, I don’t need your help,” Y/N sighed in obvious irritation. “Did you or did you not pay them?”

He took in a shallow breath, “I did.”

Y/N clenched her jaw as Bruce finally admitted his deed.

“I was only trying to help.”

“You can’t just throw money at me and expect it to make up for being a no-show.”

Bruce tensed.

Did that mean…Did she know?

“You read the letter?” He asked.

“No,” she clarified. “But I figured it out.”

“I had no idea,” he tried to tell her.

“I don’t care,” she almost snorted.

“You have ever right to be angry with me…”

“I’m not angry. I’m annoyed.”

She took a defiant step toward him and crossed her arms.

The heeled boots she had on caused her already tall height to make her be eye to eye with Bruce.

How many people had faced off with Batman and cowered with fear?

But she didn’t submit or show any signs of intimidation.

“Do you think I cried myself to sleep every night as a child, wondering where my dad was or why he didn’t want me?” Y/N hissed.

Bruce didn’t respond.

“You think I give a fuck about the father-daughter dances? Or whatever the hell people think dads are only capable of doing?” She narrowed her eyes. “The thing is…I didn’t need you. I didn’t need you then and I don’t need you now.”

Bruce felt sick as he listened to her.

“I have the sneaking suspicion that you wouldn’t have been there for those anyway,” she added roughly. “My mom loved me more than enough. I didn’t need anyone else. And she made damn sure of that.”

“So I’m not your charity case to make yourself feel better after my mom made it clear she thought it was better to keep me from you, than to ever tell you that I existed. Says a lot about what kind of person she thought you are, huh?”

When Y/N finally stopped, she was taking deep breaths.

Bruce wondered how long she had that all bottled up. He didn’t think anything she said was a lie. Y/N didn’t need him. That had become clear.

She had grown up to be a successful, intelligent, and independent young woman.

And she got that way without a father figure of any sort.

After a few moments, Bruce finally bowed his head and cleared his throat. “I never intended on making you feel like a charity case.”

Bruce saw as Y/N took in a deep breath and the guilt slowly took over her expression.

“Look,” Y/N sighed, “we finally know the truth. Let’s just…let’s just move on with our lives. OK?”

Bruce couldn’t deny that the suggestion hurt.

After processing the news over the past week or so, he realized he wanted to get to know her. This wasn’t the first time a child of his had been dropped on him far too late. He had failed Damian in so many ways because of it.

But Y/N was a young woman, fully developed and independent now. And Bruce couldn’t help but wonder that him being absent from her childhood had only benefitted her.

“If that’s what you want,” he finally told her.

Y/N didn’t know him well enough to hear the underlying pain in his words.

So she simply nodded and walked past him, having nothing more to say.

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Bruce adjusted his tie. He wanted nothing more than to rip it off his neck.

But he was on his best behavior tonight.

This year, the Gotham Gazette was given the honor of hosting the Pulitzer Prizes. And since Bruce and Wayne Enterprises donated quite a large sum of money to the Gotham Gazette, they felt inclined to invite him.

Bruce had every intention of skipping, until he found out that Lois Lane was receiving an award and Clark would also be attending.

He figured the least he could do was congratulate her and say hi to both of them.

That’s why he was trying to find them as soon as possible so he could and get the hell out of there.

Bruce finally spotted Clark talking to a woman whose back was to him. All he saw of her was the black dress and y/h/c hair.

He made his way over.

Clark noticed him when he was a few feet away.

“I see you’ve finally left your cave,” he teased with a lift of his brow. “I honestly didn’t expect you to show.”

But when the woman Clark was speaking to turned to look at him, Bruce swore he felt his heart stop.

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, clearly just as surprised at seeing Bruce.

None of this went missed by Clark. “Oh, do you two know each other?”

Bruce didn’t know how to respond. What would Y/N want?

So he hesitated.

“I shot him for a cover once,” Y/N answered quickly.

She was a shockingly smooth liar.

Maybe she got that from Bruce, too.

But she didn’t realize that Clark could hear her heart rate quicken, catching the fib.

“And how exactly do you two know each other?” Bruce asked, recovering quickly.

“Y/N works with Lois a lot,” Clark answered. “She basically refuses to work with any other photographer.”

Y/N managed to force a smile.

“I should actually go find her and say my congrats,” she answered.

“And I need to hunt down a drink,” she mumbled.

Both men caught it.

Clark was rather taken aback by how she fled.

The Y/N he knew was always charming and kind, usually life of the party. He’d never seen her dodge a conversation in such a way before.

As soon as she was out of hearing range, Clark gave a intimidating glare to Bruce.

“Want to tell me what that was about?” He asked Bruce.

But Bruce only clenched his jaw.

“Past fling?” Clark asked with a somewhat disappointed tilt of his head.

“No. Nothing like that,” Bruce quickly corrected.

Not only did the idea make him feel sick. But if rumors started of the two of them being romantically linked, Bruce knew it would only make Y/N hate him more than she clearly already did.

Thankfully, Clark took his denial seriously.

“She’s not my biggest fan,” Bruce added darkly.

“Y/N is a good friend,” Clark told him – almost in warning. “Lois and her have become rather close over the years.”

Then Clark smirked. “She does know how to hold a grudge though. And she’ll make your life hell...if you deserve it.”

Bruce’s brain hurt as he realized how easily Y/N and his path’s could’ve crossed. She had been friends with Clark and Lois this whole time?

“I’m happy for her,” Clark added.

“Happy for her?”

Clark looked at Bruce as if it was obvious. “She’s being awarded tonight, too.”

How could Bruce not have realized? Why didn’t he think of looking at the list of people being awarded tonight? He’d been dreading attending so much that he didn’t even consider it.

“Bruce?” Clark asked with concern.

“Hmm?” He was not one to hum or mumble.

“You alright?”

Bruce didn’t have a lot of friends.

But Clark Kent was one of them. And him and Diana had noticed how Bruce was acting off for weeks now. Bruce was notorious for remaining stoic and giving nothing for people to try and guess what he was thinking or feeling. But they both knew it was something different.

Someone over Bruce’s shoulder suddenly waved Clark over.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Clark told Bruce politely.

Bruce’s first instinct was to leave now that he knew Y/N was also in attendance.

But he knew he couldn’t act so cowardly.

Was he really that scared of his own daughter?

His eyes glanced around the room looking for her.

He spotted Y/N at one of the bars.

Either her conversation with Lois had been quick, or she simply used that as an excuse to get away from Bruce.

Bruce walked up beside Y/N at the bar.

He knew she felt his arrival by the way her body tensed.

“Had I known you would be here I would not have attended,” he told her while looking straight ahead.

Y/N ignored his apology. “How do you know Clark?”

“He’s a friend,” Bruce answered casually.

Then he allowed himself to take a sideways glance at her.

Her jaw was clenched.

He wondered what thoughts she was holding back.

Y/N really did remind him of her mother.

When they were together, Bruce was convinced she was the prettiest girl in the world. He wondered if Y/N had found someone in her life who told her the same.

“Congratulations on being honored tonight,” Bruce offered sincerely.

“Thank you,” she answered shortly.

A beat passed between them.

Bruce was about to give up and leave her be.

“Does Clark think I’m one of your one-night stands now?”

Y/N might not know Bruce well, but everyone was familiar with his romantic history. He wasn’t one to keep the same woman around for long.

“No,” he quickly answered. “I made sure to prevent such a rumor from starting.”

Y/N finally slowly turned to him, her annoyance clear. “And you’re convinced that he really believed you?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, Clark has always been rather good at detecting a lie.” His tone was so confident that it left little room for argument.

But Bruce knew a losing battle when he saw one.

He dipped his head. “Enjoy the rest of your night. Congratulations again.”

But Bruce lingered, debating if he wanted to say what was on my mind.

“You look very beautiful. Just like your mother.”

There was nothing creepy or contrived about it.

Y/N blinked at the compliment, completely taken aback.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Bruce dipped his head and finally surrendered, leaving the party.

Y/N felt a presence behind her shoulder as he watched him leave.

“Was Bruce Wayne just hitting on you?” Lois asked with amusement.

“No. Not at all,” her tone was dazed and confused.

“He’s a good guy,” Lois told her lightly.

“Doubt it.”

“I mean it,” Lois insisted. “The media has given him a bad image. But I think he likes it that way,” she shrugged. “It’s not easy for him to open up. He’s not quick to trust.”

Lois thought she was building up a possible suitor for Y/N, having not a clue that she was describing Y/N’s father to her.

But Y/N was too busy thinking about how much Bruce sounded like her.

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A few weeks had gone by since Bruce and Y/N had run into each other at the ceremony.

It got Bruce to thinking: would he and Y/N had run into each other at some point in life – even without her mother’s posthumously confession?

Y/N knew Lois and Clark, lived in Gotham, seemed to know the same people through her work that Bruce was forced to interact with to keep up his persona.

Would he have sensed a connection had that been the case?

The possibilities kept Bruce up at night…along with the guilt that had already been eating away at him since he first read the later. And he’d read it 100 times more since.

Of all the boys, Dick was the only one that knew of Y/N’s existence. And if he hadn’t been at the right place at the right time, Bruce never would’ve told him. He had just been in shock after reading the letter that he blurted out the realization while Dick was in the same room.

Since then, Bruce didn’t linger in a room alone with him, knowing Dick would finally let all of his questions loose. And Bruce wasn’t ready to answer them.

While Tim was the one to connect them, he never followed through with what the situation was. He already had too much to deal with on a daily basis. Tim simply thought he was doing a nice favor for a beautiful woman.

But if Bruce had told him, Tim would immediately do every possible background check on Y/N. He would be suspicious of the timing and underlying motives. He would probably assume that Y/N’s end goal was to get money or fame – or both. Bruce knew eventually Tim would come to the conclusion that Y/N wanted neither of those things. But it would still get an unnecessary rise out of the boy.

Bruce didn’t even want to think about how Damian would handle it. He knew his son felt a certain level of pride from being the only blood-son of his. Knowing he had a sibling – and an older sister at that – would most likely enrage him. And that wouldn’t make anything better.

Jason…Well, Jason would get a kick out of Bruce letting down yet another child. And it would just be worse that she was blood related. He’d be curious about Y/N. Hell, he’d probably be tickled by the no-bullshit attitude Y/N had towards Bruce and her harsh efforts to keep him out of her life completely.

Now, Bruce sat at a Justice League meeting.

They were only a few minutes into a council session when his communicator started going off.

The boys knew not to contact him unless it was an emergency. So, he quickly excused himself and stood to leave the room.

“What is it?” Bruce answered, his Batman voice in full form.

“There’s been an attack at city hall,” Dick reported back hurriedly.

Bruce frowned. The boys had handled much worse things on their own before. There had to be more to it than that.

“Scarecrow,” Dick confirmed. “He released a fear toxin. It’s bad Bruce. The mayor has been infected, along with half of their staff. I think it’s a new string. Our antidote doesn’t seem to doing anything. Even if it did, we don’t have nearly enough for the amount of victims.”

“The others?” Bruce asked quickly – meaning Damian, Jason, and Tim.

“They’re fine. Jason’s trying to get everyone out before they inhale too much. Tim and Damian went after Scarecrow. GPD is in a panic.”

Bruce turned to see Clark had raced to his side. Clearly he had been eavesdropping on the conversation. But the expression in his face prevented Bruce from getting into an argument about it.

“What?” Bruce asked him, knowing something was wrong.

“Lois and Y/N were at that council meeting,” Clark breathed out.

“We’ll be there soon,” Bruce told Dick before hanging up.

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Bruce thought he knew fear from the few times his boys had been in trouble. But it was nothing compared to the fear he had knowing it was Y/N this time. She wasn’t a trained vigilante; she was just an innocent civilian. Bruce had not insured that she was trained and could take care of herself.

As soon as Clark dropped them on the ground, they were in the midst of the chaos.

“Lois!” Clark yelled.

People were too distracted to notice Superman and Batman had arrived.

Bruce looked over to see Lois rushing to Clark. He could tell it took all of Clark’s willpower not to embrace Lois from his relief.

“Are you OK?” Clark asked as he dipped his head and his eyes raced across his wife’s body.

“I-I’m fine. I got lucky. Somehow I was out of range of the gas explosion.”

“Y/N?” Bruce interrupted. “Did you see Y/N?”

“She was helping these kids get out and I was getting shoved out of the building. I tried to get to her but it was impossible with everyone’s panic. I think she’s still in there.”

Before Bruce could turn to Clark to come up with a plan, Clark flew into the building. A few people finally noticed the presence of superheroes and started murmuring.

“Nightwing, Red Hood – I’m at the front entrance of City Hall.”

Clark flew back to them not even 30 seconds later.

Y/N was unconscious in his arms.

“Oh my god,” Lois muttered at Y/N’s condition.

“She’s gone into shock. We need to get her to the medics,” Clark informed them. “She was exposed to the toxin more than the others.”

But Bruce was already shaking his head. “They won’t be able to help her.”

Clark gently handed Y/N to Bruce as he explained, “There are others in there.”

Just then Nightwing and Red Hood dropped in front of them.

Nightwing immediately recognized Y/N and his eyes shot up to Bruce with worry.

“Nightwing, I need you to take her back to the cave,” he tried to sound as controlled as possible.

Bruce was confused why Dick hesitated to take Y/N out of his arms.

“Do you have the batmobile? I brought my motorcycle,” Dick sounded apologetic when he explained.

Jason stepped forward before Bruce could answer. “I got her.”

As if she were the most fragile being ever, Jason carefully took Y/N’s unconscious body from Bruce’s grip. He could see in Bruce’s gaze that she was someone special. How and why, Jason would figure out later.

Jason had seen Y/N trying to help as many people before she was completely poisoned from the toxin. She’d risked her life to help.

Watching Jason cradle her into his body caught Clark off guard, always seeing the brute strength and almost animalistic energy from Red Hood whenever they so happened to fight beside each other.

“Meet us at the cave,” Bruce clarified. “Alfred will know what to do. We have to help out here more.”

Jason nodded before he hurried away with her and rushed to his hidden car.

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Y/N’s eyes snapped open and she shot up, sitting in a cot.

“Hey, hey, hey,” a voice she didn’t recognize said beside her. “You gotta relax.”

She turned to see a mammoth of a man sitting beside her, wearing vigilante gear with at least two guns being displayed at his sides. But it was the red helmet completely hiding his face and true voice that made Y/N feel uncomfortable.

“What the fuck,” she groaned at the sight of him.

Just a few seconds later, two men rushed into the room.

Bruce walked in still in his Batman uniform, but without his cowl – to Jason’s shock.

Clark was beside him, making Jason confused as to why he was still here. Surely he would want to be with Lois.

Y/N took in the sight before her.

“You were poisoned with a new strand of Scarecrow’s toxin,” Superman explained.

Y/N had seen plenty of pictures and shaky video of him. But now that the man stood before her, she immediately recognized him.

“Clark?” She gasped.

He didn’t say anything. But his expression didn’t fight her realization, just silently waited for the truth to settle.

“Does Lois know?” Was her next question.

Clark smirked at that. “Of course.”

Y/N gave a slight nod.

But now her attention switched to Bruce.

The Batman symbol was large across his chest, and his cape was still intact.

She looked around her surroundings and then up at the ceiling.

They were in a cave.

“You’re…you’re…” she couldn’t finish her sentence.

“Batman,” Bruce finally offered.

Y/N’s eyes were wide with panic.

How was this possible?

Now that the others had exposed their identity, Jason felt inclined to take off his helmet. Clearly, it was making her uncomfortable.

The hiss of his helmet being removed caused Y/N to finally look away from her father and to Jason, who still wore a domino mask. But it was far less frightening than the helmet.

“We’ll give you two a moment alone,” Clark spoke for both him and Jason.

Jason nodded and stood up from the seat beside Y/N, and walked out.

Clark lingered in the doorway. “I’ll be right outside if you need me,” he told her.

He might’ve revealed his Superman identity to her, but she was still his friend.

Y/N managed to nod in thanks, but was clearly still shook by all this news.

Bruce very slowly made his way to the chair that Jason had just been sitting in.

“How are you feeling?”

She shook her head. “Body’s sore. Migraine is killing me. What happened?”

“You were more exposed to the toxin more than the other victims. Jason brought you here. We had to make a new anecdote, and quickly.”

Bruce wanted to add that she could’ve died. But he didn’t see the use in scaring her.

“Oh,” was all she managed to mumble.

An awkward silence settled between them.

“Very few people know the truth about me,” Bruce explained.

Y/N’s gaze flickered up from her lap to look at him.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me. But I figured I couldn’t ask you to allow me into your world if I didn’t allow you into mine.”

She was silent.

“Y/N…” Bruce cleared his throat. The time had come. “The reason I left your mother was because I was starting this life. I pushed her away to protect her. I knew I couldn’t be the man she deserved while also being Batman. Had I known the truth…”

His words died out. It was starting to become harder to control his emotions.

He leaned forward in his chair, just getting slightly closer to her.

“Had I known about you, I would’ve…” He cleared his throat to try and hold back his tears. “I never would’ve abandoned you or your mother.”

He leaned back then. “But I know those are just words. And to you, they probably sound like empty promises for the past.”

“She never knew?” Y/N whispered.

In the few moments she was allowed to process this information, her mind immediately wondered if her mom had known about Bruce’s double life all along. And that’s why she kept him away from her.

Bruce shook his head.

“Thank you…for trusting me enough to tell me your secret,” Y/N finally told him. “I promise I’ll never tell anyone,” she quickly added, feeling like she just needed to clarify that to him.

He gave her a small small, “I know.”

Y/N winced as she thought about how terrible she’d been to him all this time. Now that she knew the truth – the whole truth – she was looking at everything with a new perspective. Even what she knew about Bruce Wayne, the spoiled socialite... it was clearly all wrong.

He used it as a cover. It was all a cover.

“I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you,” she whispered shakily.

But Bruce shook his head before she could even get the apology out.

“Do you think it’s too late for us?” She breathed.

Could they ever find any fragment of a father-daughter relationship?

Y/N was an adult – she had been for years now. And she made it clear she didn’t need nor want a father.

“Believe it or not, this isn’t the first time this has happened to me,” Bruce sighed.

Her brow furrowed. “This meaning…?”

“My son, Damian. His mother kept him a secret from me. She didn’t reveal his existence until he was nine. And she only did it in an attempt to disrupt my life.”

“This seems to be a rather strange pattern in your life,” Y/N couldn’t help but point out.

Bruce glared at her, causing her to chuckle.

“My point is,” he continued, “I don’t think it’s ever too late.” And he cleared his throat quickly. “That is, if you want to try.”

“I think I do,” she answered with a shy smile.

It was the first time she’d done so in his presence.

“I don’t know anything about raising a daughter,” Bruce rubbed his face as he attempted to make the joke. But she could tell there was sincerity there, too.

“Well, I’ve already been raised,” Y/N laughed.

There.

That laugh.

It brought Bruce back to his teenage years. It sounded so much like her mother. Her face lit up just like her’s had.

“You remind me so much of your mother,” he gasped.

Her face dropped at his confession.

“Really?”

He nodded. “She said you were just like me. But there’s more of her in you than I think she ever realized.”

Bruce saw his much his words effected her.

Y/N’s eyes were shiny with tears, but she managed to hold them back.

“So what now?” She quickly asked, obviously trying to distract herself so she wouldn’t have a complete emotional breakdown.

“Well, Alfred should have dinner ready soon. Would you stay?”

She gave him a tear-filled smile. “I’d like that.”

“You can meet the rest of them,” Bruce told her casually as he stood.

“The rest of them?”

He nodded. “Well, you only have to meet Damian now. You already met Jason, Dick, and Tim in passing.”

“And here I thought you had no idea how to be a father…” Y/N muttered with amusement.

Bruce helped her get out of bed, making sure she was alright to stand and walk on her own.

“Well, depending on which of them you ask, they might tell you that you’re right.”

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Madripoor

Requested by: MEEE cause this plot popped into my head the second I watched this episode

Summary: Bucky was just following Sharon’s advice to enjoy the party when he meets *yn*, what he isn’t counting on is that he most definitely won’t be staying out of trouble.

Warnings: THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER EP 3 SPOILERS YOU’VE BEEN WARNEDDDDD, fluff, swearing, violence

PART TWO (NAGEL)

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“Lay low, blend in. Enjoy the party.” Sharon spoke as she made her way up the stairs. “Oh and try to stay out of trouble, I’ll see what I can find.”

“Trouble?” Zemo smirked.

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Sharon’s words echoed in Bucky’s ears as he made his way through the party. Sweaty bodies were pressed up against him as he ducked and weaved through the crowd. It felt like the pulsating music was drumming against his skull as he made his way up to the bar.

“I’m way too old for this.” He huffed out once he reached Sam, gesturing to the bartender for two shots.

“Old or lame? There’s a big difference.” Sam remarked as the pair simultaneously clinked their glasses together and skulled the liquid. Bucky smirked as he watched Sam cough and splutter.

“Now who’s the lame one?” Bucky chuckled, the liquid burning his throat.

“Maybe we both are. Look at Zemo, the dude may be weird but he’s got game.” Sam answered once he’d recovered.

Bucky followed his gaze to see Zemo dancing in between two women, both giggling and chatting animately. He watched as Zemo suddenly began pumping his arm enthusiastically to the beat as the girls watched him wide eyed, before exchanging glancing and slipping back into the crowd without another word.

“On second thought dude’s just weird.”

Bucky let out a chuckle as he leant forward and grabbed the beer that the bartender had left out for him. He took a swig as he turned back around to face the party. He automatically swept over area, his eyes sliding over the hundreds of faces as he looked out for any threat.

He paused as his eyes fell on a flash of bright red material.

Upon closer inspection he noted that the bright red material was in fact a silk dress that was covering the slender figure of a young woman. It was a halter dress that had a deep slit down the front and was almost completely backless, the silk material falling down almost to her ankles with another deep slit also running up her leg that exposed her thigh.

He felt his grip on his beer tighten as his eyes fell on her face, revealing a pair of eyes framed by thick lashes and lips painted with a deep plum lipstick. She was snaking her way through the crowd, gracefully dodging drunken people as they stumbled their way around on the dance floor.

As if she sensed his gaze her eyes flickered up and locked with his. The pair eyed each other for a few moments. She shot him a small smile before breaking their gaze.

“Now who would you be checking out hm?” Sam’s voice broke Bucky out of his almost trance like state.

“No one.” Bucky answered gruffly, glancing over at Sam to see him smirking at him.

“Sure Buck.”

Bucky ignored him and turned his head back to where the woman had been only moments ago. She was gone. He scanned the crowd and let out a small huff when he couldn’t see any sight of her.

“Now, I need you to educate me on this art so I can impress some of the ladies.” Sam spoke up again, dragging Bucky’s attention from the crowd.

“What’s that one?” He asked pointing at a nearby painting.

“That’s the Wedding at Cana, painted by Paolo Veronese in 1563.”

“1562 actually.”

Bucky swivelled around, a breath catching in his throat when his eyes fell on the bright red dress. He had no idea how she’d managed to somehow appear beside him without him noticing. He swallowed and ran a hand through his hair as he composed himself before answering, ensuring his face stayed void of emotion.

“I’m pretty sure it’s 1563 actually.”

His answer made her brow quirk up in amusement as she took a sip of her drink, her wrist twinkling due to a very expensive looking diamond bracelet dangling from it.

“Actually I think you’ll find it’s 1562. The copy in the Louvre might say 1563 but I suggest you take a peak at the original.” Her words made his eyes narrow as he studied her features.

“Well maybe I will.”

“Before you do that please feel free to continue educating your friend, I’m happy to sit here and correct you when you make another mistake.” She spoke, shooting him an overly warm smile which caused Bucky to grit his teeth.

Sam let out a low whistle as the smirk on her lips widened. “Damn Buck I think you might’ve met someone more cultured than you.”

“We’ll see about that.” Bucky muttered, taking a swig of his beer as he eyed her.

“So how does someone like yourself become so knowledgable about stolen art?” Sam asked her, his eyes darting between the pair in amusement.

The girl shrugged as she took another sip of her drink before motioning to the bartender. “I know a lot about a lot of things.”

“Really?” Bucky mused, this time it being his turn to raise a brow. “And does ‘miss knower of all things’ have a name?”

“Miss knower of all things does.” She answered as she grabbed the shot glass and pressed it to her lips. Bucky eyed her profile intently, noting the way her plump lips wrapped around the lip of the glass and her eyes screwed shut as she slung her head back to let the liquid slide down her throat.

“I love this song.” She remarked, finishing the remainder of her other drink before she rose from her seat. Bucky’s eyes followed her figure as she begun to make her way back to the dance floor. She paused and glanced over her shoulder, a smirk still present on her lips.

“You coming to dance with me or what Buck?” She queried, Sam’s nickname for him rolling off her tongue, amusement evident in her tone.

Bucky eyed her for a few moments before glancing over at Sam. “Sharon did say to enjoy the party.” Sam grinned.

“Try not to be too lame or old huh?” He continued, patting his shoulder encouragingly as Bucky rose from his chair.

“Thanks.” Bucky muttered as he cautiously approached the woman in red. Her smirk widened as he made his way towards her. “C’mon.” He heard her say as she leant forward and took his gloved hand in hers and tugged him into the crowd.

If she was saying anything to him, he couldn’t hear as he felt himself become engulfed in the crowd as she pulled him deeper into the dance floor. After a few moments she came to a stop and swivelled around to face him. He felt himself grow slightly red as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, swaying her hips to the beat.

“Are you really not going to tell me your name?” Bucky spoke, practically shouting to make himself heard over the thumping base.

“Why do you want to know? You never danced with a stranger before?” She answered back.

“No I just- I usually know people’s names before I dance with them.” He replied which caused her to let out a small laugh. “Back in my day we used to go out to dinner first.” He added silently in his head.

His heart thumped against his chest as she pulled him closer to her and leant up so her lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “My name’s *yn*.”

“*yn*.” Bucky echoed, her smile widening at the sound of her name rolling off his tongue. “And what brings you to a place like Madripoor?”

“You ask a lot of questions.” She observed matter-of-factly.

Before Bucky could open his mouth to respond, *yn* twisted around, keeping one arm slung around his neck as she pressed her back up against his body. Bucky bit his lip to prevent a hiss from escaping his mouth as *yn* began to rotate her hips to the rhythm of the music, the fabric of her dress pressing against the material of his black suit pants.

This certainly beat online dating.

“Just relax, enjoy the party.” *yn* laughed breathlessly, echoing Sam’s words from before as she pressed even harder against him. Bucky let his eyes flutter shut as he felt his hands automatically move to grip her hips as he started to move his own body in time with the thumping bass.

His grip on her hips tightened as she lolled her head back against his chest, her hot breath fanning onto his neck as the pair moved in sync.

If only Steve could see him now.

As he grew more comfortable he let his gloved hands begin to wander, trailing over her lower stomach before gliding down her thighs. “What do you say we go find somewhere quieter to talk?” He heard *yn* murmur into his ear.

He felt *yn*’s body stiffen as his hands crept lower to just below her panty line. Before he could answer, her hand suddenly shot out to grip his wrist and cease his movements but not before his hand suddenly brushed over an unexpected bump on her leg.

A shape that felt suspiciously like a-

A hand suddenly clamped onto his shoulder causing him to jerk his hands away in surprise just as *yn* pulled away from his grasp. “I’m sorry to break up the party but Sharon’s found our guy-” Sam cut himself off as Bucky swivelled around to stare at him, his eyes wide in surprise.

“You good man?” Sam asked, concern written on his features when he noticed Bucky’s look of surprise.

“I-” Bucky cut himself off before looking back to *yn*.

His brow furrowed as his eyes instead fell on a drunk man currently sculling a beer out of a shoe. He frantically looked around, muttering a curse under his breath when he realised *yn* was no where to be seen.

It was like she had vanished without a trace.

“Oh painting girl pulled a runner? Don’t worry about it man happens to the best of us.” Sam comforted, patting his shoulder once more.

Bucky felt a ripple of suspicion wash over him but he decided against telling Sam about it as he finally pulled his gaze away from the crowd to look at Sam. “Let’s get Zemo. We should talk somewhere private.”

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“Alright what have you found?” Sam asked. Zemo, Bucky, Sharon and Sam were all piled into a private coat room located directly above the party. The bass was still so loud that Bucky could feel the vibrations through the tiled floor. The door was locked with a few security guards located outside and on the stairs leading up to the room.

Bucky sighed, his mind swimming with thoughts of *yn* as he ripped his gloves off. He couldn’t shake a feeling of suspicious that was gnawing at him that there was something off about *yn*.

“I’ve spoken to a few buyers and I’ve got a location on Doctor Nagel.” Sharon spoke, interrupting his thoughts. “He was pretty hard to track down but he’s definitely still here in Madripoor. He’s at the shipping yard.”

Bucky stiffened when he swore he head a thump outside the door, a thump that didn’t correlate with the sound from the party. He strained his ears and sure enough, another thump followed suit a few minutes lately.

“Bucky?”

“You sure no one can get up here?” Bucky queried, looking over to Sharon.

“I’m sure. This is a restricted area, I’ve got all the entrances guarded.” She answered, watching him as he made his way to the door.

“Bucky? What’s going on?” Sam asked.

Bucky held his hand up to signal everyone to be quiet as he pressed his ear against the wood. He held his breath as he listened intently. There were a few moments of quiet until he head another thump and a small moan.

Without warning Bucky ripped open the door and stepped out into the hallway. He nearly tripped over when his foot hit a solid form. He glanced down to see one of the guards lying at his feet, letting out low moans of pain. His eyes travelled down the hall to see all of the guards were either unconscious or were too dazed to get to their feet.

He froze when his eyes fell on an all too familiar red dress.

Bucky locked eyes with *yn*, her lips parted in surprise and chest heaving up and down as she tried to regain her breath. The pair stood frozen for what felt like an eternity, the silence almost deafening as they eyed each other.

“Bucky!” Sam called out, shattering the silence.

Bucky was only distracted for a split second but *yn* took it, turning around and sprinting down the stairs. “Hey!” Bucky shouted, taking off after her ignoring Sam’s shouts from behind him.

Bucky leapt down the winding stairs, catching brief glimpses of the red material before it disappeared around the next corner. Finally his feet planted on the lower floor. His eyes scanned the crowd, locking onto *yn*’s figure as she pushed through the crowd.

His jaw locked and he could feel himself enter into winter soldier mode as he stormed forward and plunged into the throng of people. He ignored protests and exclamations of surprise as he shoved people out of the way, parting them like the red sea as he kept his eyes focused on her like a laser beam.

*yn* glanced over her shoulder and the pair briefly locked eyes before she turned around once more and broke out of the crowd, sprinting towards a door with a neon exit sign hanging above it.

Bucky was hot on her heels, shoving the door open revealing another set of stairs. He hurried up the stairs and got to a landing revealing two doors. He noted that the left door was slightly ajar and he pushed through it revealing a large hall.

He sprinted into the centre of it, coming to a stop when he saw no sight of *yn*. He did a 360 of the room, craning his neck to look around. The room was empty except for a few large wooden boxes covered in tarps. Clearly this was where Sharon kept the less impressive stolen art.

“Come on.” Bucky muttered under his breath as he looked around. It was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop but his senses were telling him that he wasn’t alone in this room.

*yn* was here, if that was even her name.

He let out a grunt of surprise as a sold object hit his back, nearly knocking the wind out of him. He could feel limbs wrapping around his neck and his torso as slender arms pulled his neck into a headlock. He let another grunt as he brought his hands up to grip onto the arm that was around his throat.

He furrowed his brow in surprise when he pulled at the arms and found them unbudging. He tried once more, mustering all the strength he had but *yn*’s grip remained unmoving. He gritted his teeth and took a couple steps before shoving his back into one of the wooden crates.

He heard *yn* let out a small moan of pain as her body smacked against the solid mass with full force. Sure enough, her grip loosened slightly which allowed Bucky to pull her arm from his neck and throw her body over his head and off him.

She twisted her body in the air so that she landed in a crouched position but still on her feet. Bucky watched her as she rose to her full height, her body slightly gleaming with sweat under the sterile light. She took a few steps back from him and leant down to spread apart her dress, revealing a black thigh garter.

Just as Bucky had suspected on the dance floor, sheathed inside the thigh garter was a small blade. He watched as she pulled it from her thigh, gripping it tightly in her hand.

“You picked the wrong dress tonight doll.” Bucky tutted as he took a few steps towards her.

“You don’t like it? I’m hurt.” *yn* pouted, placing a hand over her heart mockingly.

“Trust me doll, I like it.” Bucky answered, letting his eyes briefly dart from the dagger in her hand to her dress. “But it’s not exactly the best dress for blending in and slipping away unnoticed.”

“Who ever said I wanted to slip away unnoticed?” *yn* answered, a mischievous glint in her eye as the pair began to slowly circle each other. Her words made his forehead crease in confusion as he studied her intently.

“So you know who I am?”

“I do.” *yn* nodded as she twisted the knife in between her fingers. “The зимний солдат.”

Her answer made Bucky’s lips part slightly in surprise. “That is what they call you, isn’t it?” She mused.

“Who are you?” Bucky snapped causing her to smirk to widen.

“What were those magic words again, Желание, Ржавый, Семнадцать-”

Bucky suddenly lurched forward, taking *yn* by surprise. She reacted instinctively, bringing the blade up from her side towards his stomach. Bucky gripped her wrist using his right arm, stopping the knife only inches from his flesh. He pulled her closer to him and raised his metal arm to strike her. With lightning fast reflexes her other arm shot up and her hand enclosed around his fist.

He glanced up at her in surprise when she pushed against his metal arm, stopping his fist from colliding with her jaw. He grunted as he mustered up more strength in an attempt to break out of her grasp to no avail. They were evenly matched in strength.

He had no idea who she was but now he was certain of one thing. They both had super soldier serum running through their veins.

*yn* took advantage of Bucky’s surprise and lifted a leg up, kicking him squarely in the stomach, her stiletto heel digging into his skin. Bucky spluttered as he felt the wind get knocked out of him, loosening his grip on her arms. *yn* reacted quickly, knocking his feet from underneath him and jumping on top of him.

Bucky groaned as his back hit the concrete floor and *yn* straddled him, pinning both of his arms above his head with one hand and pressing her dagger to his throat with the other.

“I think I liked you better when I was showing you up in front of your friend.” She remarked as she pressed the blade firmly against his skin.

“And I think I liked you better when you were dancing on me and not trying to kill me.” Bucky spat back as he squirmed underneath her causing *yn* to cock her head to the side, an amused expression on her features.

“Now whoever said I wanted to kill you?”

“Hmm I don’t know, could be the knife you’ve got against my throat.” He growled, wincing as the metal dug even further into his flesh. *yn* let out a breathy laugh as she leant down towards his face.

“Trust me pretty boy, if I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead.”

The sound of footsteps approaching and Sam calling Bucky’s name made both their heads jerk towards the door before Bucky could answer her. This time it was Bucky’s turn to take advantage of *yn* being caught off guard. He managed to wriggle his metal arm out of her iron like grip and instantly lurched up to grab her around the throat.

*yn* spluttered in surprise, instinctively dropping her dagger to use both her hands to struggle against his vice like grip. Bucky used all of his core strength to push her off him and roll himself on top of her. Now he was so close up to her and under bright light, he could see that her skin was littered with small scars and bullet holes.

*yn*’s face was slowly growing red as she desperately gasped for air, her body squirming underneath him as she clawed at his metal arm. “I’m not going to ask you again, who the hell are you?” Bucky spat, glaring down at her as he desperately searched her eyes for some sort of answer.

“I don’t-” She spluttered, “I didn’t come here to hurt you, please-” She continued, her voice barely a whisper as her airway grew more restricted. For the first time since Bucky had locked eyes with her, he could see some form of fear and desperation reflecting back at him. The pair eyed each other for a few moments before Bucky slowly eased his grip around her throat, just enough for her to regain some air. *yn* gasped at the feeling of oxygen entering her lungs once more.

“Woah, what the fuck-”

Bucky looked up to see Sam, Sharon and Zemo staring at the pair with wide eyes, all three of them with their weapons raised.

“What part of stay out of trouble did you not understand?” Sharon queried, an exacerbated expression on her features.

“Trouble found me.” Bucky answered gruffly as he looked back down at *yn*. The fear that had been present on her features only moments ago had vanished, the cocky and flirtatious mask had been slipped back on.

“Not that I really mind this position, but given that the cavalry’s arrived, do you mind getting off me?” *yn* asked Bucky coolly.

Bucky’s lips pressed into a thin line, clearly unamused at her remark as he studied her. “You’re not going to try and kill me again?”

“I already told you, I don’t want to kill you.” *yn* huffed, rolling her eyes.

Bucky studied her for a few moments before finally relenting and releasing her throat from his grip. He pushed himself off her and rose to his feet but not before grabbing her dagger and sliding it into his suit pants.

*yn* got herself up from the ground, her breathing still ragged as she ran a hand through her hair and tucked her strays behind her ears.

“You wanna tell us who this is Bucky?” Sharon asked, eyeing *yn* up and down.

“Supposedly her name is *yn*-”

“-not supposedly, it is *yn*.”

“-she seems to like not answering questions about herself.” Bucky ignored *yn*’s input. “Oh and she’s had the super soldier serum.”

“Might want to keep an eye on your friend over there, I know he’s in the habit of murdering anyone who’s come within walking distance of the stuff.” *yn* remarked dryly shooting Zemo a dirty look.

“Hello to you too darling.” Zemo grinned causing Sharon to roll her eyes.

“Who are you? Who the hell do you work for?” Sharon quizzed her.

“I don’t work for anyone.” *yn* snapped back.

“The flag smashers?” Sam asked causing *yn*’s face to contort into a look of disgust. “Fuck no, I don’t work with those amateurs.”

“Just tell us what you want or I’m going to have to detain you.” Sharon spoke. There was a brief pause as *yn* studied Sharon before looking over to Bucky.

“You’re not the only one looking for answers, зимний солдат.” She answered quietly, her features softening for a moment as she looked at him.

“Well then maybe we can help each other get answers then.” Bucky murmured back.

The pair studied each other for a few moments before a loud honk suddenly sounded outside. Gun shots rang out from underneath them followed by loud screams and shouts. Bucky, Zemo, Sam and Sharon looked around in confusion as the sound of hundreds of footsteps began to grew louder and louder.

“Sorry kids, that’s my ride. Gotta fly.”

Within a few seconds the door burst open and hundreds of party goers flooded the room, shouting for help as they fled from the gun fire. Bucky glanced over to where *yn* had been only a few seconds ago to see that she was sprinting towards the only window in the room.

Bucky pushed through the panicked crowd, watching helplessly as *yn* reached the raised window. She clambered up onto the ledge and shoved the window open. She glanced over her shoulder and the pair locked eyes when Bucky was practically within arms length of her.

“I’ll be sure to send Doctor Nagel your regards, Buck.” She taunted. “We should do this again sometime, maybe without trying to hurt each other.” She smirked, sending him a wink before leaping off the ledge. Bucky scrambled up onto the ledge and poked his head out to see *yn* sliding down a pipe fixed to the outside of the building.

He watched helplessly as her stilettos hit the ground. She approached a waiting motorcycle, the driver holding out a helmet for her expectantly. She took the helmet and slung her leg over the seat, sliding her helmet on as the driver throttled the engine. She looked up to the window and gave Bucky a wave before wrapping her arms around the driver’s waist.

“Fuck.” Bucky cursed as he watched the motorbike peel off into the bustling street, going completely unnoticed by the rest of the public amid the chaos.

“She’s gone?” Sam queried as the other three appeared beside Bucky at the window.

“Hm.” Bucky grunted, clenching his jaw in annoyance as he watched the motorbike disappear from sight.

“She was kind of terrifying.” Sam remarked matter of factly.

“I thought for sure she was going to gut you, James.” Zemo observed.

Bucky stayed silently, clearly brooding as he stared out into the street as Sam studied him in amusement.

“I think Bucky’s in love.”

PART TWO (NAGEL)

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зимний солдат = winter soldier

Желание, Ржавый, Семнадцать = Longing, Rusted, Seventeen.

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sparklysung · 3 years

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✨SWALLOW YOUR WORDS – l.d.h.✨

pairing – lee donghyuck x female!reader

genre – smut | non-idol!au, enemies to lovers!au

warnings – switch!donghyuck, switch!reader, lap dance, cumming in pants, grinding, dry humping, cum eating, hair pulling (giving and receiving), spanking, mirror sex, protected sex (reader’s on the pill), degradation, dirty talk, bondage (belt), possessiveness (i guess?)

word count – 6.043 words

summary – it only took a couple of words to make the blood boil in your veins and being the competitive individual you are, you had to prove lee donghyuck, your all-time enemy, wrong.

note – not my best, probably could've done better, but oh well. also this was frkng hard to write, damn, and i may have changed things a bit? BUT, i think it's better like this so… hope you enjoy! btw, i got the idea while reading this, so go check it out –it's good–.

taglist – @prvncejxon, @iwishihadabettername

another friday night wasting your time at some random classmate’s party. you were everything but happy to be there. you didn’t even want to go there in the first place, only finding yourself sitting on the kitchen counter, drink in hand and an ugly scowl adorning your face, because of your annoying best friend.

“hey, i get it, you didn’t wanna come here when you could have been peacefully sleeping in the comfort of your room, but come on, at least try to have some fun. you’re already here anyway.” eunbin –aka your annoying best friend– said, pouting her lips in a failed attempt of looking cute.

you kind of felt bad for her, you suppose it wasn’t exactly easy to deal with your lazy ass. but still, she was supposed to love you and appreciate you just the way you were.

and most of the time she did, just not in this specific situation.

“this isn’t fun at all, i just wanna go home. there’s nothing in here for me at all.”

you brought the red plastic cup to your lips, taking a sip of the bitter liquid eunbin had mixed for you. you weren’t lying, there really wasn’t anything that would make you want to stay, only a few friends of yours getting drunk somewhere in the big house you were currently in.

“come on, please, stay for me,” eunbin fake cried, and for a moment you thought she was going to give up and let you go. “in a bit the guys are gonna play something fun! we should join them, please?” as her last resort, she looked at you with puppy eyes. she was playing dirty and she knew it, you both knew you couldn’t resist them.

giving in with an exasperated sigh, you jumped off the counter to get yourself another drink from the bar in the living room. you were minding your own business until you heard him, the last person you wanted to see at the moment.

“so, i’m telling you guys, she was literally begging me to fuck her, she even moaned while sucking me off–,” donghyuck’s obnoxious voice filled your ears, making you roll your eyes. he was surrounded by a couple of other guys you didn’t know so well but were sure you had seen them before around campus hanging out with him.

“shut up already, dongdong, no one wants to hear it.” you interrupted, walking past him and towards the half empty bottle of vodka on the bar counter.

the group of boys stopped abruptly, all of them turning to look at you, ready for the scene that was going to take place in matter of minutes. donghyuck’s attention also turned to you, biting back a triumphant smirk with a raised eyebrow. he could see past you so he didn’t mind the mocking nickname you used; he could tell you were trying to irritate him enough to make him go away. but he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. he had been eyeing you all night, trying to find ways to get under your skin to catch your attention. and finally, after staying at a safe distance for a while to not spark suspicions, he got what he wanted.

“why so feisty, babe.” the cocky smirk he gave you just made your blood boil, the growing desire to punch it off his pretty face only getting stronger the more you stared at him.

“don’t you get tired of talking shit all day?” you barked, eyes trained on his body while pouring yourself a good amount of alcohol.

you were certainly going to need a lot of liquid courage to get through the night.

“you boast about girls begging for you but i think you’re just trying to hide the fact that you’re the one who has to beg to get laid.”

“i don’t beg, baby.” you rolled your eyes and muttered a ‘sure’. “also, if you’re jealous of me fucking other girls you just had to say it. i wouldn’t be against giving it to you instead.” the stupid wink he threw at you made your body shake in anger, already fed up with the conversation.

“you wish, asshole.”

“actually, i do.”

donghyuck was so fucking annoying, always teasing you and never leaving you alone. your personalities clashed constantly resulting in fights filled with screams and curses, sometimes to the extent of interrupting the class and getting the two of you kicked out of it. he enjoyed watching you struggle and suffer due to his awful pranks, so you were his favorite target. you couldn’t even have a proper date with anyone because he made sure to mess it up either by scaring the crap out of the guy or sabotaging your plans. he almost completely ruined your love life and cockblocked you forever.

you did not get along and everyone knew it.

although eunbin thought it was pure sexual tension and you just needed to get your frustrations off of you with a good fuck.

it wasn’t though.

or was it?

“let’s go hang out with the guys,” your best friend nudged your arm excitedly and you sighed, not feeling like playing anything with them. every time you decided to give in and take part in ‘something fun’ with the guys, it always ended up with you either in trouble or scarred for life.

you had a bad feeling about this all.

“ugh, fine.” she cheered and pulled you through the crowd of drunk people until you reached the basement.

the sound of laughter and screams drowned the music blasting upstairs, there were empty bottles of alcohol sprawled all over the floor and tables and a circle of people in the middle of the room. both of you joined the group with you sitting between eunbin and mark, a close friend of yours that you sadly shared with donghyuck. while you casually chatted and played around with the boy, happily laughing the night away, you could feel a pair of eyes burn holes into your skull. you didn’t have to look up to know who those eyes belonged to, as said person wasn’t even trying to dissimulate.

and by said person you meant donghyuck.

donghyuck hated the way you leaned on mark’s body, how you let his friend rest his head on top of yours and wrap his arm around your waist.

he was jealous, really jealous of your close friendship with the older boy.

mark and you had been friends for a long time now and you could even consider him your best friend, so you were comfortable around each other. you usually hugged, held hands and cuddled, he was used to you wearing his clothes –half of your closet were stolen hoodies that once belonged to him–, he even had a spare change of clothes in his room just in case you decided to drop by for an improvised sleepover. so it wasn’t surprising when sometimes when the two of you hung out on your own, people –even your friends in common– mistook you as a couple.

and the idea of you two dating made donghyuck feel sick to the stomach.

“we’re playing truth or dare, who wants to start?” seoyeon, one of your friends, spoke while looking around for someone to volunteer.

“i’ll go.” lucas raised his hand and everyone nodded, not minding.

the game went smoothly for a while and eventually, the more alcohol everybody drank, the crazier things got. mark ended up getting dared to lick whipped cream off of yuta’s chest and xiaojun had to cross-dress and dance on a table. everything was fine, you hadn’t been picked by anyone yet so you were pretty much having fun just enjoying the show.

until someone called your name.

“y/n, truth or dare?” jaehyun asked with a smirk.

he had an evil glint on his eyes making you feel suspicious. you knew you couldn’t choose truth or else everyone would make fun of you for being a pussy. and jaehyun just knew you well enough to know you weren’t going to let that happen.

you weren’t one to back down.

still, the way he stared at you made an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach.

what could he possibly have in mind?

“dare.”

seems like your gut feeling was right after all.

“give hyuck a lap dance,” jaehyun said immediately after the words left you mouth, making everyone in the room shake, some in excitement and some –you– in anger. donghyuck wasn’t expecting to take part in the dare, but he really wasn’t complaining either. “thank me later babe,” his shit-eating grin only adding fuel to the fire.

fuck.

just as eunbin, donghyuck could sense the sexual tension. and unlike you, he acknowledged it.

but for him it wasn’t just that.

you two had known each other –or at least acknowledged each other's existence– for a few years now, since high school. he was forced to see you almost every day at school, so, naturally, fondness for you started growing slowly in his chest. but it wasn’t until you both left for college that your ‘enemies’ label was established.

and if someone thought he may possibly like you, they were damn right.

he did.

it all started during freshman year, when he tried to befriend you during one of the classes you shared. you seemed irritated by his advances and wanted him away from you, so after a few attempts of softening your heart, he resolved that the only way to stay close to you was annoying the hell out of you.

childish? yeah. he cared? not really.

“come here, babe.” donghyuck tongued the inside of his cheek, a smirk forming on his lips. as he saw the grim look on your face, he sprawled his legs, patting his toned thigh invitingly, eager to get things started.

the look jaehyun gave you had ‘you’re not backing down, are you?’ written all over.

“shit, i hate jaehyun, why did he have to do me dirty like that?” you mumbled angrily to eunbin and she just laughed, finding the situation way funnier than you.

“maybe tonight won’t be as boring as you thought? maybe you’ll end up getting laid.” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you only scoffed, “shut up, dumbass.”

“why did you have to do me like that, huh?!” you almost screamed at the older, taking a mental note to beat him up later. he just shrugged and threw you a wink, “asshole.”

mark patted your back to help you relax, he could see you weren’t exactly happy about your dare.

“come on, which song would you like, my lady?” lucas asked, scrolling through his spotify for suiting songs.

“or nah!” yangyang answered before you could even open your mouth. just as you were about to ask for a less sexual song, cheering erupted through the room.

everyone was pumped, adrenaline running through their veins and pushing them to do stupid stuff they would probably regret the next day after waking up hungover. and things just took a rather interesting turn, so they obviously were excitedly awaiting the next series of events.

yay, more stupid memories to regret later.

on the other hand, donghyuck was as doomed as you. he knew the song well, he knew the lyrics by heart but what he didn’t know was if he could control himself with you basically dry humping him in front of a bunch of people to the rhythm of it.

he wasn’t sure it was a great idea.

as soon as you got up to complete the dare, you heard cheering and clapping. and you weren’t going to lie, you wanted to throw yourself out of a window.

breathing deeply in an attempt of relaxing to just get it over with, you made your way towards donghyuck until you were standing a few feet in front of him.

as the music started playing, you started moving. running your finger on the surface of his clothed shoulder, you walked slowly around him, like a predator circling its prey. he tried not to follow your movements, already getting anxious by your closeness and nervously waiting for your next move.

i’ma smoke this joint then i’ma break you off.

i’d be lying if i said you ain’t the one.

you pushed his legs open and settled between them. your hands rubbed his thighs teasingly, fingers drawing closer to his crotch but not quite getting there. you took your sweet time feeling him up, softly scratching his strong arms and leaving red trails behind. donghyuck was so into it, enjoying the sight of you kneeling before him so much that his pants were already starting to feel tight.

heard you not the type that you take home to mom.

is we fuckin’ when we leave the club or nah?

i ain’t spendin’ cash for nothin’ i wanna see you take it off.

and oh how he wanted to see you take it off. all night he couldn’t take his eyes off of your figure, you looked really good in the outfit eunbin had chosen for you.

so good it was almost making him drool.

you sat on his lap, hands going to caress his toned chest and stomach. it was well-known that donghyuck exercised frequently, but it still surprised you. he felt so good you had to bite your lip to prevent a sound from coming out.

when you shifted to sit closer to him, his hands flew to your hips and you could tell his intention was to move them lower to grope your ass, but you weren’t having it.

do you like the way i flick my tongue or nah?

you can ride my face until you’re drippin’ cum.

“if you try to touch me again, i’ll tie you up,” you said with a sweet smile plastered on your face, grabbing him by the wrists and harshly dropping them away from you. donghyuck let out a startled gasp at that, obviously not expecting your attitude. with his hands twitching to grasp anything, he went to grip tightly the sides of the chair.

can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?

can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

your hips ground against his crotch at such a slow pace that donghyuck was having trouble not pushing you down on him faster. he was getting embarrassingly hornier as seconds passed and wanted nothing more than to fuck you right then and there, even with his friends’ eyes on you both.

donghyuck tried so hard to restrain himself from touching you. he wasn’t one to follow orders, but he tried just for you, he really did.

i’m not the type to call you back tomorrow.

but the way you wrappin’ ‘round me is a prob.

and everything was fine until you kissed him. synchronized gasps filled the room, the sudden show of affection confusing everybody. not even your intoxicated self could understand what the hell were you doing nor who you were doing it with. his breath got stuck in his throat, heart thumping against his chest at an alarming rate. his hands almost tried to bring you closer, but he realized what he was doing on time to stop himself.

he finally broke down when your mouth sucked on his tongue, making his hips grind up against yours unconsciously as his hands grabbed you by your waist, pressing your body flush against his.

that was it.

“you asked for it,” your movements came to a stop as you took off your black leather belt, sticking to your threat of tying him up if he didn’t quit it.

pussy so good, i had to save that shit for later.

took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table.

“oh shit,” donghyuck stirred under you trying to get out of the situation.

this couldn’t be happening.

“no, please,” he whimpered as you fastened the belt until it was wrapped tightly around his wrists, locking his arms behind his back. your audience was unable to hold in their surprise, some mouths falling open. he fought against the restraints to no avail, desperate to free himself, “please, let me go,” he cried out quietly, not wanting the other occupants in the room to hear him.

“stop complaining or else i’ll also gag you,” you spat harshly in his ear, done with his attitude, and he swallowed hard. as you nibbled on his lobe, you felt a strong sense of confidence. it made your chest swell in pride to see the usual big mouth jerk with a smug grin constantly attached to his face falling apart under your touch.

seems like he was the one to beg, after all.

you moved your hips to the rhythm of the music, making sure to press harder against the sensitive tip of his cock, which was already leaking precum. although you weren’t an expert, you’d given a fair share of lap dances, so you knew what you were doing.

and donghyuck could certainly tell.

don’t play with a boss, girl take it off.

take it for a real one.

you gon’ get it all.

“whose bitch are you now, huh?” donghyuck couldn’t speak properly, way too hot and bothered for his brain to come up with any smart-ass response.

you tsked disapprovingly at his lack of response.

“when i ask you a question, you answer.” your fingers tangled in his hair and with a harsh tug you forced him to look up. donghyuck was dazed, lips swollen from you biting on them, eyes glassy from arousal, and mind clouded with lust.

“yours.” he whimpered quietly, forgetting momentarily about your audience.

“good boy.”

you loved how easy it was for you to break him and leave him wanting more, to have him so putty in your hands. specially since hearing comments of other female classmates about donghyuck teasing them almost till the brim of tears was part of your day-to-day life. it felt like you were getting revenge for all of them, so you were enjoying it a lot more than anyone could imagine.

your plump lips trailed down the length of his neck, leaving wet kisses along his honey-like skin, and he threw his head back to give you more access. as you licked, sucked and bit the flesh, donghyuck could hear his heartbeat loud over the music. he usually wouldn’t let a girl suck hickeys on his skin, but the idea of you marking him while everyone watched was rather exciting.

he swore the seconds passed slower than usual. you were just halfway through the song but he didn’t know if he could survive any longer.

donghyuck felt light-headed and painfully aroused, and he wasn’t going to last long if you kept kissing him and moving your hips the way you were.

“i’ma go as far as you let me,” your movements became slower to tease him, making the poor boy want to cry in agony. his jeans felt way too tight to be comfortable and he hoped everyone could just leave you two alone to take it off.

“shit, please,” donghyuck’s eyes closed, head falling forward and hanging low as drops of sweat slid down his forehead. the room felt like an oven and he didn’t know if it was a result of the significant amount of people in such a small space, the alcohol, his choice of clothing or your body pressed closely against his.

probably the latter.

girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?

can i bring another bitch? let’s have a threesome.

“keep saying you’re a freak, you gon’ prove it or nah?” you quietly sang along, pulling his face closer by his hair and grinding down on him harder.

donghyuck was going crazy, he had never expected you to be so sexy, to behave so dirtily. but he loved it, and by the prominent tent in his pants, everybody could tell he was in for the ride of his life.

you’s a ride-or-die chick, you with this shit or nah?

say you not a side bitch, you all-in or nah?

you gon’ make them eggs cheesy with them grits or nah?

you brought him in for a hot kiss that left his head spinning.

donghyuck was growing restless as his climax neared, he was so close he could almost taste it. he couldn’t remember when the last time he got so close to cumming only from some teasing was.

everything was happening so quickly he wasn’t able to stop himself before giving in to the pleasure.

“h-holy fuck,” with a shaky moan that you swallowed, donghyuck shot his load, staining the crotch of his dark jeans. you could feel the wetness seeping through the piece of clothing and dampening your bottoms. his hips gave a few more sloppy thrusts, legs shaking weakly and cock twitching from the confines of his jeans, before falling limp on the chair.

or nah.

as the song ended, he came down from his high. you freed him from the iron grip of your belt, the skin on his wrists was red and slightly swollen. you may have tightened it too much in the heat of the moment, but you weren’t apologizing after giving him probably the best orgasm of his life.

the bewildered expression on his face quickly turned grim as it hit him.

he came in his pants like a fucking teenager.

in a room full of people.

in front of his friends, yours and you.

his friends stood there, both confused and surprised to see donghyuck so affected by your touch. nobody had expected things to end the way they did.

“damn, are you okay my man?” johnny asked, laughing at his friend’s flustered state.

“shut up,” donghyuck answered bitterly. he shot up from his seat, grabbing your hand and shoving you inside the nearest bathroom in the house. he didn’t even care to cover the wet spot on his pants, walking with his chin up and a scowl plastered on his face.

and blame it on how riled up you had gotten from the feeling of his hard dick pressing against your needy pussy, but damn, he looked good.

“i wanna go next!” hendery spoke excitedly. you couldn’t tell if he was just messing with you or if he actually wanted you to give him a lap dance too. either way, it made your lips turn upwards in a smug grin.

once you both made it to the bathroom, he locked the door before pushing you against it, back pressed flush into the hard piece of wood. the ambience took a 180 turn, your confidence faltered slightly at the sight of his angry form.

“you think it’s funny, yeah?” he hummed angrily in your ear. “you think i’d let you do whatever you want and embarrass me in front of my friends just because you feel like it without payback?” the look on his eyes getting darker as the words left his mouth.

“if so, oh baby, you were so wrong.”

trying to test him, you decided to answer.

“you’re all bark and no bite, what else am i supposed to think?” you smirked devilishly when you saw him clench his jaw.

“you’re gonna regret being a brat,” his slender fingers wrapped themselves around your waist and with a harsh tug, he pulled you closer to attack your lips, biting and sucking on them, making your legs wobbly. he tasted sweet and bitter at the same time, probably from the liquor he had been drinking all night, and you couldn’t seem to get enough. his lips were soft and plush as they mingled with yours, teeth roughly clashing and tongues fighting for dominance, “am i?”

donghyuck hissed through his teeth as he unbuckled his pants, letting his cum-covered shaft spring free. he was already hard and you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together to ease some of the tension building up between them. his hand shot to your throat, tightening his grip until you couldn’t breathe properly, before forcing you on your knees.

donghyuck tapped his hard and heavy cock on your lips a couple of times before speaking. “open up, slut,” and you did as you were told, parting your lips and poking your tongue out, waiting for him to slide in.

but he didn’t.

he wanted you to lick him clean, he wanted to see you do as he said, follow his orders like a good girl without complaints.

“clean the mess you’ve done. now.”

the harsh tone of his voice sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. your hands immediately shot up to grab a hold of his length, but before you got too close he stopped you. confusion was written all over your face and for a moment you worried he had changed his mind.

“no hands, i want you to work on it only with that dirty mouth of yours.”

with your hands gripping onto his thighs, your tongue swiped from the base to the head of his cock, eagerly licking him clean. once you had swallowed every drop of his cum, your mouth took him whole, hollowing your cheeks, one hand massaging his balls. donghyuck threw his head back as yours bobbed at a rapid pace, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat as you swallowed around him.

when he was about to cum, he pulled away from your mouth, making you whine at the loss. wrapping his hand once again around your throat like a beautiful necklace, he forced you up on your feet. he turned you around before pulling you closer by a rough tug. your clothed ass pressed against his dick, a mixture of his arousal and your saliva wetting the cloth. your hips ground back to both tease him, desperate to feel something, anything. his hands went to the front of your jeans, rubbing his fingers over your clothed clit and a whimper fell from your lips.

“more, i need more,” you pleaded, the barrier of clothes making the feeling less pleasurable.

he surprisingly complied without resistance, dipping the digits under the restricting cloth. a deep groan vibrated against the side of your neck when he felt the wetness that had been gathering inside your panties since your dare.

“look at you, so damn wet,” his mouth watered at the feeling of your needy heat. at this point, donghyuck knew everyone had an idea of what you two could possibly be doing, and although he would enjoy returning the favour by eating you out to his heart’s content, there wasn’t enough space nor time to do so comfortably. but he swore he would make it up to you some time.

“for who is it, baby?” the answer was obvious, but still, he wanted to hear it directly from you. he inserted one long finger until it was knuckles deep inside of you and you let out a squeak, head falling back onto his shoulder.

“for you donghyuck, all for you.”

“that’s right, slut, only i can make you that wet, only i can touch you like this. you’re mine, don’t forget that,” he inserted a second finger and pumped them deeply into you.

“yes,” you breathed out softly, too far gone to fight back with a snarky remark.

although his fingers felt good and you could possibly –with a bit of an effort– cum just from them, you still wanted more. you wanted to feel the nice stretch of his cock tearing your walls apart.

“please, donghyuck.”

“what do you want?”

donghyuck knew what you wanted. fuck, he wanted it too, so bad. he had been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time and now that he could finally have it, he was going to make the best out of it.

“fuck me,” your core ached to be filled so you swallowed your pride and spoke out.

“condom?”

“we don’t need it, i’m on the pill,” you rushed, stomach twisting and turning in excitement, “please, just fuck me.”

donghyuck’s eyes turned darker, lust clouding both of your minds with the only desire to fuck each other stupid. he pulled down your jeans so they were pooling on your ankles and went back to pump his fingers inside you to make sure you were ready to take him. as he entered you, you had to lean on the sink in front of you to hold yourself up or else you would have faceplanted the mirror.

“you feel so good, fuck, so fucking tight,” donghyuck growled when he was balls deep in you.

whimpers fell from your lips from the delicious stretch of his thick cock. after a few seconds of you adjusting to his size, you backed your ass into his hips to let him know you wanted him to move. he gave a couple of thrusts to test the waters before picking up his pace and you gripped the sides of the sink as he pounded into you. his mouth worked on your neck while you brought one of his hands under your shirt to play with your breasts.

“such a pretty sight, don’t you think?” he tugged harshly at your hair to force you to look at your reflection on the mirror, thrusts never faltering.

your makeup was ruined; lipstick smeared messily all over your lips from the hot make-out session, neck full of bruises donghyuck left to claim you, shirt pulled above your breasts displaying your puckered nipples while one of his big hands grabbed your boob as they bounced with every hard snap of his hips.

“you have no idea how many times i had to control myself not to pounce on you,” his eyes never left your quivering reflection, completely in love with the way your frame molded with his, “every single time you couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed and all i wanted to do was shut you up with my cock.”

“f-fuck,” his thrusts turned rougher as his free hand wrapped around your neck, tightening his grip and amplifying the mind-blowing sensations he was giving you.

your asscheeks slapped against his hips, which drilled against you at an unhuman pace, hitting the right spots with every snap and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, loud moans threatening to fall from your lips so you slapped your palm over your mouth to muffle your sounds.

“don’t, i want to hear you,” he gave a particularly hard thrust to try and draw a sound out of you, “i want you to be so loud that all of our friends know what we’re doing, i want them to know how good i’m making you feel.”

specially mark.

but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“h-hyuck,” you couldn’t hold back the broken moan that fell from your lips, pleasure overtaking your body. your hands gave in and you almost fell forward, but donghyuck reacted sooner and pulled you by your hair, holding you up.

“address me properly, brat,” he growled in your ear. you felt a hard slap on your ass, the skin of the abused area stinging from the impact.

“i’m sorry… fuck, donghyuck,” your cries went straight to his dick, urging him to fuck you harder. he kneaded the flesh soothingly before spanking it again and again until you could make out the imprint of his big hand on your asscheek.

“f-faster, please,” you pleaded in a whine and he tsked, shaking his head, “such a greedy little slut.”

“what would everyone think of you if they could see you so eagerly taking my cock, mm?” donghyuck hummed, “begging for me to fuck you until you can’t walk properly?

shocks of pleasure shot through you, his dirty talk helping you reach your release faster than you anticipated. his grip on you was so tight you were sure you were going to be sore the next day. your moans turned pornographic as you neared your release, your walls squeezed around donghyuck to the point he was unable to move, so he started drawing circles over your sensitive clit to help you get off.

“let go, baby.”

and soon, his touch threw you over the edge, causing your body to shake and a broken moan to fall from your lips, legs weak as your whole weight only relied on your arms for support. he followed shortly after, grunting as he filled you up with his warm and sticky essence.

as he pulled out, a mixture of your slick juices and his seed leaked from your abused hole, dripping down your inner thighs. his fingers slid over to gather the drops of cum and opposite to your assumption, he didn’t push it back inside of you but brought the digits to your face, waiting for you to open your mouth.

“suck.”

and you did, eyes locked with his through the mirror as your tongue swirled around his fingers to lick them clean.

“fuck,” donghyuck sighed, “i didn’t know you were so dirty, sweetheart.”

and the teasing comes back.

“do you want me to remind you how i made you cum in your pants back there in a room full of people?” you rolled your eyes in disbelief and he just let out a breathy laugh.

“whatever. either way, even if they didn’t have the pleasure of fucking you or at least seeing you get fucked, they surely could hear you from how loud you were screaming my name.”

“good thing mark now knows who you belong to,” the words slipped out of his mouth before he could think and both of you shared a look of pure shock.

“did you just mention mark?”

“…no?”

“you did! what the fuck? were you jealous of mark?” you asked, eyes wide as you remembered the disgusted look on his face when you and mark got too touchy with each other during the game.

“i am jealous of mark.”

“what? why?”

“oh my god, you’re so dense.”

“shut up, i’m not.”

“yes, you are. i like you dumbass, that’s fucking why. why wouldn’t i be jealous if you two act like you’re dating but always deny it when questioned? i can give you my hoodies, i can cuddle you and hold your hand, i can spoil you with cute stuff. i can be your boyfriend, it doesn’t have to be him.”

everything was so weird.

you were supposed to be enemies for fucks sake.

but he looked cute with pouty lips.

“well, you sure have got a damn weird way of demonstrating it.”

“shut up, okay?” donghyuck snapped, done with trying to get you to shut the fuck up. “i just didn’t know how to approach you or talk to you at all, alright?” he sighed, a scowl forming on his face. “you always seem to be angry when i’m around.” the change in his voice shocked you, it was much softer now, as if he was afraid of you hearing it.

“hey, don’t beat yourself for it, alright?” you sighed, feeling bad for being so mean to him for no reason. because you really didn’t have a reason. whenever you weren’t at each other’s throats and you got time to observe him from afar, you saw how caring he was with his friends, even if most of the time he annoyed the crap out of them.

donghyuck actually seemed like a good guy… if you ignored his teasing.

maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought.

“so, would you be my-,”

suddenly, the sound of banging on the door resonated through the room.

“are you done already? i need to pee.”

you quickly fixed your clothes, embarrassed by the presence of someone outside the door waiting for you and donghyuck to get out and momentarily forgetting about the boy’s proposal. just as you were about to open the door and get yourself the fuck out of the situation, his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer and whisper to your ear in a way you could feel your panties get damp once again.

“we’re not done yet, princess.”

–lia:)

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Can I request a part two to Dabi's tinder date with a naive darling? Please make it extra smutty 🙏🙏

♡ Be Mine (Part Two) ♡

(A/N: I kinda got carried away with this one.... and by carried away, I ended up writing 1.6k words. So hope that you like this and that it’s decent. I’m not very good at writing smut)

Summary: After agreeing to be Dabi’s little girlfriend, he decides to show you exactly what couples do for and to each other (Yan!Dabi x Fem!Reader)

(⚠️ Size kink, soft!Dabi, manipulation, corruption kink, innocence kink, virgin!reader, unsafe sex and creampie, very slight NON-CON and DUB-CON ⚠️)

Part One: Here ♡

It feels hot. You’re hot. Everything just feels on fire as Dabi places rough kisses over you neck. You let out a small whine when he bites down on the crook of your neck. “D-Dabi, that hurt” you whimper, looking at your date with teary eyes. Dabi raises an eyebrow at you before lowly chuckling at you, leaving you utterly confused.

“Babygirl” He drawls “Now that your my girl, I’ve gotta show ya’ innocent little mind the ropes” He speaks, biting down on your neck once again. You couldn’t really deny the fact that you were ‘innocent’. You never got any dirty jokes, never got when someone was hitting on you. Not that anyone else would know, but you had also never even masturbated before.

You whimper loudly when Dabi bites down even harder than he had been doing before. “That, angel, is a hickey” He explains, knowing that you clearly don’t know what he’s doing. You only nod your head, still not totally understanding him.

Dabi roughly pulls at your shirt, bringing it above your chest. You let out a yelp, pulling your shirt back down, only to be met with Dabi’s stone-cold-gaze. “C’mon, don’t act all shy on me now, dollface. You were makin’ out with me just a minute ago, don’t you wanna your boyfriend happy?” He asks, resting his hands on your waist and using his thumbs to caress your skin.

You look down, you did just agree to be his. You agreed to be his, so technically now he is your boyfriend. And, that’s what you wanted. Girlfriends were supposed to make their boyfriends happy and stuff, right?

Dabi notices your body relaxing slightly so he reaches up and pulls your top off. Even your bra is cute. Dabi doesn’t even reach behind you to unbuckle your bra, instead opting to tear it in half. Before you can reach down to cover your chest, he grabs your wrists, so you can’t shield yourself from him.

“Hey, princess?” Dabi asks, you hum in response, not wanting to look at his face out of embarrassment. “You ever touched yourself, baby?” He asks, his voice still staying completely calm even though you let out a loud flustered squeak. You turn your head away from him, letting a small “no” slip from your lips.

“No, hmm?” Dabi ponders. He had been stalking you for a while before your ‘dates’, so he had known that you were naive and innocently had his suspicions that you were a virgin but this confirmed it. “You haven’t done this before?” He asks, leaning his face dangerously close to yours while he shoves his hand down your skirt and panties. Gently and teasingly rubbing your cunt through the thin fabric of your undergarments. You moan at the unknown sensation and throbbing between your thighs.

You shake your head ‘no’ and bite your lip at the sensation. Dabi takes this a step further, ripping your panties off, now only leaving you in your skirt. Dabi let’s out a dark snicker, already feeling the slick coating his fingers. He thinks about fingering you but then he’d be wasting your virginity on his fingers.

You avert your eyes when Dabi pulls off his raggedy shirt. Even just him being shirtless is enough for you to feel incredibly flustered and hot. “D-Dabi?” Your voice small and fragile, much like your demeanor at the moment. “What?” His voice rumbles.

“D-Do we have too?” You whimper, Dabi roughly placing his thumb on your clit, rubbing slow circles on the bud. “Of course we do, bunny. You’re mine, right?” He asks, you nod your head up and down. You were technically his girlfriend now, right? “So why can’t I show my girl how much I love her?” Dabi raises an eyebrow. You look down before you mutter out an ‘ok’ of confirmation. You may be innocent but you still had basic sex-ed and knew where this was going.

Dabi lets a smirk crawl onto his face. He doesn’t even bother to take his patched pants all the way down, only enough to let his cock spring free. He truly couldn’t wait to ravish you, he’s been watching you for so long. Too long, in his opinion.

You let out a audible gulp, staring for moment before speaking up. It’s just so big. “How i-is that supposed to f-fit?” You whisper, yelping when Dabi grabs your hips to pull you closer to him. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about, doll. I can, and will, make it fit” Dabi smirks, cupping your cute face with one of his hands.

You whimper when you feel his warm tip press against your cunt. You know that sex is a normal thing in relationships but you just agreed to be his only a few minutes ago. “W-Wait-!” you begin before Dabi rough pushes into, you letting out a chocked sob and Dabi groaning at the sound and feeling. “S-Stop, it hurts” you whisper, tears falling down your face. Looking down, you can see that only the tip is in.

“I know, sugar. Don’t worry, it’s supposed too” Dabi leans forward, sweetly kissing away the stray tears on your face. “Damn, so tight” he mutters under his breath. The sweet gesture having you relax slightly in his hold, only to stiffen back up when he begins pushing in more.

You let our more whimpers while Dabi quietly shushes you, gently rubbing your clit while he pushes farther into you. “How’s it feel, babygirl?” Dabi asks, loving the clouded look in your eyes. You think for a moment before answering quietly, “Feels... feels full”

“Well, I can guarantee that I can make you feel even more full, princess” Dabi chuckles as he begins moving inside of you. You throw your head back, your body quivering as you feel him repeatedly press against your cervix as he thrusts.

You keep letting out repeated pants and chocked moans while Dabi molests your body. “What? You like it when I fuck your virgin pussy, baby? How cute, sweets” He coos while you nod your head, back arching to press yourself against his body. You want him to hold you and he does.

“Feels good” You moan, tightly holding to the couch cushions beneath you for support. Dabi hums before letting out a low groan when he feels your walls squeeze around him. “Yeah, bunny?” He snickers, listening intently to the small gasps and shy moans coming from your plush lips. Looking down at your stomach, he can feel himself get more hard when he sees the bulge every time he thrusts.

More tears than before begin falling down your cheeks as Dabi rocks his hips into yours faster. The top of his cock roughly brushing your cervix over and over again. Your stomach begins to feel knotted as your crotch begins throbbing more than it already has been.

“No, st-stop, it feels weird, Dabi” you mutter, pushing against Dabi’s chest with your much smaller hands. “Fuck” Dabi growls, feeling you clamp down on him “Shh, this is what’s supposed to happen, angelface” He comforts. By the way your squeezing him, it’s clear that the ‘weird feeling’ is your incoming orgasm. Not that you knew.

“You’re about to cum, sweetheart. C’mon, gimme your first orgasm” Dabi encourages, aggressively pushing and rubbing your clit with his fingers. You wiggle your body trying to get even more friction than you were already getting. Dabi only keeps giving words of encouragement, “You can do it, doll. Be a good girl”.

It’s only a few seconds before your orgasm actually arrives. A white light bursting behind your eyes as you sob out in pleasure. Dabi only continues fucking you through your orgasm, chasing after his own high. Not that he didn’t enjoy yours. He was truly relishing in the fact that you had just given your stalker (not that you knew yet) your virginity and first orgasm.

After about a minute or two you finally slump against Dabi and the cushions, letting out continuous moans as he continues thrusting into you, now focused on his enjoyment instead of yours. “Dabi” you whine, feeling overly sensitive after such an experience. “Shh, I’ll be done in just a minute, princess” Dabi shushes, placing a scarred finger over your lips “You’re such a good girl, baby. Cumming for me and letting me use you” he praises, pressing a rough kiss to your forehead.

You let out a loud cry when you feel Dabi throb inside of you before hot ropes of cum spurt inside of you. If you thought you felt full before, you sure did now. Even though you did practically nothing, you still feel completely exhausted. And, it’s clear that Dabi knows this.

“I’m sleepy” you mutter, leaning forward and burying your face into Dabi’s shoulder. “I bet you do, babygirl. Why don’t I put you to bed?” He asks calmly. You let out a small ‘thank you’. Dabi smiles, you didn’t lose you cute manners even after getting fucked.

You sleepily murmur against Dabi’s shoulder, not fighting back when Dabi reaches down and picks you up bridal-style. A small bead of cum coming down your thighs. Dabi wishes he could go for a few more rounds but he knows he’ll have much more with you. Maybe even some sleepy sex tomorrow morning. He’ll have more rounds with you tomorrow, especially since you’re not going home any time soon.

Dabi knows that you’ll probably be upset when he locks you in the apartment tomorrow and chains you up. However, you probably shouldn’t gone home with a man who you went on two dates with and seemed to know you just a bit too well.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#soft yandere #yandere bnha #dabi smut #yandere dabi smut #yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere!dabi #soft yandere Dabi #yandere x reader

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