#how to check air pollution

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Justice 40

Joe Biden is boring and often bad at tooting his own horn, but by god, he is good at process.

Justice 40 is simple but powerful application of that. its a shift in how the executive branch works. 40% of money from a bunch of existing programs should go to census tracts that are overburdened with pollution, at higher risk for climate change, and have been historically underserved.

The shorthand here is basically "communities that don't have enough internal resources to deal with long term problems". So yes, communities that had been redlined for decades, ones that have Superfund sites, ones that have high rates of asthma from air pollution.

and this is by census tract. Not city. census tract. So parts of New York City qualify... but other parts don't. And the city HAS to use the money in the targeted part. it doesn't go into the communal pool. it's for THAT tract specifically.

Also all land federally recognized as belonging to a Native American tribe and all Alaskan Native Villages qualify, specifically.

And again, this is for existing programs that are already running and have existing staff and budgets. They're supposed to prioritize grants and projects for those areas specifically. And that's everything from Department of Agriculture, to FEMA, to Labor, to Environmental Protection.

Does it instantly get rid of all the baked in racism from decades past? No, not even close. But it puts in a countermeasure that has a concrete and measurable goal to aim for rather than a nebulous "suck less." even if the administration changes, many of those changes will stick.

And as things improve, some tracts may come off the list! Some may go on that weren't there before!

You can see a map here. Blue highlighted tracts are "disadvantaged" so qualify for that extra assistance! Check and see if you live in one or part of your town does. Because if you've been hearing constantly "we can't afford to fix X problem..." and you're in that tract.... there's money available. For you. Build that sidewalk, fix those lead pipes, get that brush truck your volunteer fire department has been asking for.

And tell your local officials that! "did you look at Justice 40 for funding". And even if they're doing their best, particularly people in little towns.... being a government official isn't their full time job. They may have missed it. Just asking them about the program may suddenly open a world of possibilities.

#justice 40 #environmental justice #climate change #economic justice #redlining

[batboyblog]

Things Biden and the Democrats did, this week #13

April 5-12 2024

President Biden announced the cancellation of a student loan debt for a further 277,000 Americans. This brings the number of a Americans who had their debt canceled by the Biden administration through different means since the Supreme Court struck down Biden's first place in 2023 to 4.3 million and a total of $153 billion of debt canceled so far. Most of these borrowers were a part of the President's SAVE Plan, a debt repayment program with 8 million enrollees, over 4 million of whom don't have to make monthly repayments and are still on the path to debt forgiveness.

President Biden announced a plan that would cancel student loan debt for 4 million borrowers and bring debt relief to 30 million Americans The plan takes steps like making automatic debt forgiveness through the public service forgiveness so qualified borrowers who don't know to apply will have their debts forgiven. The plan will wipe out the interest on the debt of 23 million Americans. President Biden touted how the plan will help black and Latino borrowers the most who carry the heavily debt burdens. The plan is expected to go into effect this fall ahead of the election.

President Biden and Vice-President Harris announced the closing of the so-called gun show loophole. For years people selling guns outside of traditional stores, such as at gun shows and in the 21st century over the internet have not been required to preform a background check to see if buyers are legally allowed to own a fire arm. Now all sellers of guns, even over the internet, are required to be licensed and preform a background check. This is the largest single expansion of the background check system since its creation.

The EPA published the first ever regulations on PFAS, known as forever chemicals, in drinking water. The new rules would reduce PFAS exposure for 100 million people according to the EPA. The Biden Administration announced along side the EPA regulations it would make available $1 billion dollars for state and local water treatment to help test for and filter out PFAS in line with the new rule. This marks the first time since 1996 that the EPA has passed a drinking water rule for new contaminants.

The Department of Commerce announced a deal with microchip giant TSMC to bring billions in investment and manufacturing to Arizona. The US makes only about 10% of the world's microchips and none of the most advanced chips. Under the CHIPS and Science Act the Biden Administration hopes to expand America's high-tech manufacturing so that 20% of advanced chips are made in America. TSMC makes about 90% of the world's advanced chips. The deal which sees a $6.6 billion dollar grant from the US government in exchange for $65 billion worth of investment by TSMC in 3 high tech manufacturing facilities in Arizona, the first of which will open next year. This represents the single largest foreign investment in Arizona's history and will bring thousands of new jobs to the state and boost America's microchip manufacturing.

The EPA finalized rules strengthening clean air standards around chemical plants. The new rule will lower the risk of cancer in communities near chemical plants by 96% and eliminate 6,200 tons of toxic air pollution each year. The rules target two dangerous cancer causing chemicals, ethylene oxide and chloroprene, the rule will reduce emissions of these chemicals by 80%.

the Department of the Interior announced it had beaten the Biden Administration goals when it comes to new clean energy projects. The Department has now permitted more than 25 gigawatts of clean energy projects on public lands, surpass the Administrations goal for 2025 already. These solar, wind, and hydro projects will power 12 million American homes with totally green power. Currently 10 gigawatts of clean energy are currently being generated on public lands, powering more than 5 million homes across the West. 

The Department of Transportation announced $830 million to support local communities in becoming more climate resilient. The money will go to 80 projects across 37 states, DC, and the US Virgin Islands The projects will help local Infrastructure better stand up to extreme weather causes by climate change.

The Senate confirmed Susan Bazis, Robert White, and Ann Marie McIff Allen to lifetime federal judgeships in Nebraska, Michigan, and Utah respectively. This brings the total number of judges appointed by President Biden to 193

#Thanks Biden #Joe Biden #student loans #student loan debt #debt forgiveness #gun control #forever chemicals #PFAS #climate change #green energy

[redsaurrce]

LOVE SHOT - TEASER

synopsis 💉 Where jk becomes the part of an experiment where he wasn't supposed to take the love shot but ends up taking it in high dose and gets obsessed with yn by mistake

pairing 💉 YANDERE Scientist!jeon jungkook x Scientist!fem reader

genre 💉 scientist!au , main fic contains HEAVY smut (minors DNI)

teaser word count 💉 1,580

warnings 💉 -- of the main fic-- kissing, profanity, jungkook is horny AF, cumming, overstimulation, fingering, cock warming, bathroom sex, BDSM, unhealthy obsession, hella possesive, jungkook whines like a fucking loser, he's in need of too much touch, boobplay, nippleplay, neck biting, manipulative man in da household y'all- like is it his fault?? huh??

💞Doses to be prescribed everyday

Dose 1 💉

Dose 2 💉

Dose 3 💉

Dose 4 💉

Dose 5

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"Divorce cases are increasing at an alarming rate among Koreans, young adults are facing heartbreak more than often. Love is no more in the air, it's the gloomy winds that are gushing past us." You stopped reading the newspaper and sighed, "See? Even my woman is feeling wary about our relationship." The man sitting on the couch in front of you commented.

"Chief, I told you that we are almost done with the formula, we are in the testing mode now." You said while folding the newspaper and keeping it aside.

"Yeah of course, you have been saying that since a month now." Your chief said with dissatisfaction. You pursed your lips, "Please don't worry, we know the project is getting delayed but chief, you know better than us how important testing before marketing is. As soon as we are ready to launch the product, you and your wife will be the very first couple to receive our sample." You said and stood up to leave after bowing. "Yeah whatever, but be quick." He waved his hand as he dismissed you from his office.

As soon as you got out from the office, you received a notification from Instagram. Ye Jun, your high school classmate had posted a pic.

When you opened it, it was a class reunion photo with your ex and his current girlfriend in the frame, you hurriedly liked it and shut close your phone. The breakup with your ex was bitter and you spent days pondering over why he would breakup with you. "It was awful dating you. Why don't you date your career instead?" Were his words.

All the times when he was busy preparing for his Civil service examinations, you stayed by his side even though he couldn't afford to give you much time, it was understandable. But when it came to your career building, why did he become a jerk then?

Even thinking about him makes your blood boil, what is the use of making artificial love doses if one's heart wants something else? You leaned against the wall, your breakup wasn't based on fading hormones due to the increase of pollution of all sorts. Then those like you, would they be able to keep their love intact with the love shots?

Maybe not. But those who are desperate to stay in love, maybe for them the love shot can grant them their wishes. You smiled slightly at the thought.

Ah! You almost forgot to check the testing that was going on in the lab so you thought of going back to the headquarters.

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Meanwhile in the lab, scientist Jeon Jungkook and his assistant, Gi Shin-won were running the test.

The test include providing the subject a dose of love shot and made them look at the opposite gender or same if necessary. The shot only works under two conditions,

The first person they look at after taking the love shot will be the one they'll feel the feelings of love unravel.

Normally works better if they have feelings of infatuation or affection even in the slightest towards the person they're looking at.

for the shot to stay affective, they need to take it every fourteen days and once the relationship has been mended, they can stop taking it and their relationship will continue on the virtue of their true feelings.

As Jungkook and his assistant noted the observation, one of the female subjects raised her hand. "Yes how may I help you?" Jungkook asked.

"Uhm.. as you can see that we've already signed the contract where it says that the experiment we are taking part in, is entirely under our willingness and if anything goes wrong then you guys won't be held responsible. I know I shouldn't question this as I willfully signed the consent papers but .. still I'm kind of worried, you see?"

He nodded, "I completely understand your concern mam, the thing is the moment we are done taking the observations, we're also providing everyone with antidotes of this shot, so if you're worried about falling in love with a stranger, it will only last a few hours and then the symptoms will wear off with our antidote." He reassured.

"Uh.. I know that. Well, yesterday one of my friends took it and said that she felt hot and all, I'm actually worried because I have a child to take care of so..." She trailed off in doubt.

"Ah? So that is what was concerning you? You thought this might be fatal?" He asked with curiosity. "No no no.. I mean.." "it's okay, I get it. Wait let me then try it on, when we said that we have put our blood, sweat and tears in it, we weren't kidding." He chuckled as he sat down on the chair where the subjects for experiment were supposed to sit on.

He opened his lab coat and folded up the sleeves of his shirt exposing his forearm to take the injection, "Shin-won please inject the shot." He requested.

His assistant gulped, "But you were supposed to observe?"

"It's alright, I can just take the antidote and Y/N will be here soon so she will continue the observation along with you." He said with a confident smile as he closed his eyes.

Shin-won slowly nodded as he thought of giving in to his pleas, he connected the wires to Jungkook's scalp and then picked up a syringe and injected 5ml of the love shot in his arm. Then an attractive lady walked in front of him and Shin-won told him to open his eyes, when Jungkook looked at the said lady, he felt nothing, the brain waves also saw no change as Shin-won looked at the monitor.

Which was normal, usually when the subject shows no change in his hormones, another person is shown to them. If no real life person catches their attention then they are shown the photos of celebrities.

Because who doesnt have celebrity crushes?

So another lady appeared in front of him, still no change. This kept going until the sixth person he saw. Shin-won sighed, "Do you by-chance have any celebrity crushes or someone you have as a girlfriend slash boyfriend slash crush?" He asked.

"I don't." He gulped as he lied, he had his biggest and fattest crush on you.

But how could he take your name as his crush and practically reveal it to everyone thus blowing his chance off even before he could do anything? Shin-won was a loud mouth afterall.

He continued, "How about you increase the dose by 5 ml? It worked at 10ml in case of subject 067 right?" He asked. Shin-won raised his eyebrows, "nice memory huh? Wait then let me inject another 5ml. Close your eyes." And Jungkook closed his eyes as his assistant prepared a fresh syringe.

"There! Now open your eyes." He instructed.

In much disappointment, he still showed no hormonal changes, Shin-won clicked his tongue in frustration, "Are scientists supposed to be extra immune or what?" He gritted his teeth but just then he got an idea.

He unlocked his phone and searched for racy pics of Hollywood celebrities, "What about this?" Shin-won suddenly flashed the pic in front of Jungkook and Jungkook immediately gasped while closing his eyes in reflex, "remove that from my face you brat!"

Shin-won removed his phone with a defeated face, "at least this should have worked for you."

Jungkook opened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief, "Do you take me for a horny teenager or something? Nudes of white women? Seriously?" He raised his eyebrows, only if the wires weren't still connected he would've smacked his assistant.

Jungkook bit his lower lip, "Give me another 5ml." He commanded.

Shin-won's eyes became wide, "What? No way! No subject has ever taken this dose above 10 ml!" Jungkook shook his head, "Then let me be that subject alright? Hurry up now." He said as he shifted in his seat comfortably and closed his eyes.

"I'll be getting killed tonight by Y/N." He said while arranging a new syringe. "I'm sure she'll understand me, afterall we need to distribute to all sorts of people, who knows how much is a lot? Maybe through me, you all will find out?" He said with his eyes still closed.

"We are already 3 times above the safe limit, are you sure?" He asked Jungkook for the last time while pointing the injection towards his arm.

"Yes ofcourse, we need to also know how much antidote should be taken to counteract the effects of such a large portion of this dose." He answered.

"Fine." His assistant said and finally injected the shot.

Just then you entered the lab and got surprised as you saw Jungkook on the subject's seat, "What the hell?" You looked at them in shock. Jungkook involuntarily opened his eyes to look at you and Shin-won looked at you as well. But just when he was about to explain to you, a beep sound shifted all three of yours attention towards the screen.

The hormonal change graph was steepingly rising and Shin-won started to panic and started searching for the antidote while Jungkook started feeling hotter with each passing second. You quickly ran over towards him and disconnected all the wires. Just as you went near the monitor, you heard a large thud from behind.

Your eyes went wide as you saw Jungkook's collapsed body on the ground.

The last words he heard before going blank were his name being called repeatedly in your muffled voice slowly fading out.

--x

To be continued...

DOSE 1

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[reverie-verse]

Hiiii, could you possibly do a Miguel O'Hara smut with some ✨BRAT✨taming in it ( if your comfortable with it ) the plot is up to you 🫶🏾😁

Brats Sometimes Need Taming: Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Prompt: You get hit in the face with sex pollen. Honestly it starts out that way but really it’s just luck because Miguel fucks you how you like. Hot heavy, intense.

Warning: Dudes this is straight up filth. There’s brat taming(main course), oral (F and M), edging, light very light bondage, choking maybe, pleasure Dom if you squint hard enough. Oh and Creampie

Iiiii hope this is up to your standards! This is my first smut so let me know if this is good enough to write more haha. Anyways I hope you enjoy it Anon and anyone else who reads it!

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Miguel had ordered the team to complete a task in another dimension that included all of you and himself. He would lead the group into a destroyed building many stories high. The objective was to stop a rather ugly looking creature from spewing out pollutants from its body. The creature wasn’t alone. There were many of them each with a different pollutant. They had already demolished half of the city you were in. It wasn’t until the end of the battle when you fought one particular monster at the top of the building while Miguel fought at the bottom. You were striked down; then you were falling off a nearby metal support beam. A cloud of colored pollutants floated around you and in the air. It even fell gracefully with you, but you were rendered unconscious. Miguel waited for you to use your webs to save yourself but you didn’t. As if time slowed down Miguel threw himself in your direction. Using his webs he flung himself under you capturing you in time before you could go no further and no closer to the ground. You both rolled on the ground of the next level of the building. The rest of the team took care of the creature while Miguel tended to you.

Your head lulled to the side, Miguel checked your vitals frantically. You were in fact alright but something was off. Your breathing becomes faster. He could feel the heat of your skin rise instead of cooling down, your skin began to sweat. Miguel scooped you up in his arms and opened a portal back to headquarters taking straight to the med bay. Still rendered unconscious as he marched through, he yelled at everyone to leave except for the doctor. He demanded answers and a way to save you. He had know idea what that pollutant was that struck you. He was worried that you might implode on yourself. As a bit morbid as that sounds but you burned to the touch and you were sweating profusely. The doctor could offer him no information without taking tests. Miguel threw items on the floor frustrated with himself for letting you battle that creature alone. But of course the doctor was right he needed to know what was wrong. Miguel had stripped your mask off so that you could breathe better. The doctor was gone and the privacy stayed between you both.

Miguel stared at your beautiful face, caressing your hot skin, by now he had removed his own gloves. His bare skin on yours was enough to wake you. Just as the doctor arrived your whining had begun. Doctor had explained to Miguel that you were infected with a type of substance that exposed you to a sexual chemical. It ultimately triggers you into a sexual frenzy. The doctor had no idea how long it would take for it to be satiated. As the doctor continued he explained that he needed time to figure out its formula. He had no idea if this process could be handled by itself if you waited it out or if you needed an antidote. During that conversation You were already eyeing Miguel’s massive figure. The way he leaned over the side of the bed his elbows resting on the mattress as he spoke with the doctor. His muscles stretched all the way down to his back, his wide frame making you want to leave marks on his skin if he’d let you. His hair looked soft to the touch you so badly wanted to twist your hands in his hair. To watch as his head dipped between your thighs. You moaned at the thought reaching for Miguel as you lifted yourself up kissing along his back and onto his shoulder.

The doctor cleared his throat and Miguel turned his head to look at you. You looked zoned out, your mind hazy and else were, and you smelt like arousal. Miguel firmly pried off your hands. Don’t get him wrong he loves to relish in the moment and be present as he watches you squirm, and moan under him. Right now though, you were sharing sounds that he wanted no one to hear but him You were kissing his body as if it were just the two of you in the room, again those were not for the doctor to witness. Miguel gave you a look that held the meaning of. Knock it off. Miguel had moved slightly away from you so that he could focus on what the doctor was saying. It wasn’t until you moved toward Miguel again; you were pulling on his suit nipping at his clothes skin on his back. He could hear your quiet hum. This doesn’t go unnoticed by the doctor who tried his hardest not to pay attention to your actions but failed.

The doctor cleared his throat to ask if he should leave when Miguel’s stone filled expression became grave and dark. He looked pissed to be quite honest. Miguel becoming irritated by your needy behavior he turns quickly to face you and with just one hand both wrists pinned to your chest. He pushed you back down on the bed pinning you there. Your breathing became erotic, your head rolled to the side on the pillow, your legs propped up on the bed you were about to rut into the air when Miguel slammed another hand down on your hips. You were beyond turned on and burning with desire.

“ You need to wait” he warned you.

“ Miguel I-I can’t. Let’s go home!” you whined. Your body melting and folding under his touch, he was driving you insane. You just needed to feel him. He didn’t even need to do anything. Miguel rolled his eyes at you before looking at the doctor. His hands stayed where they were holding you down. He continued to listen to the doctor, completely deciding to ignore you. To be honest the doctor was the furthest thing from your mind. You could’ve sworn he wasn’t even really there. Which he only distracted you for a minute before your eyes landed back on Miguel. Oh Miguel. You bit your lip as you squeezed your legs together hoping that maybe it would ease the burning need but it doesn’t.

This doesn’t go unnoticed by Miguel. He side eyes you before heaving a sigh of his own, with a few curses. Miguel had told the Doctor to keep doing his research and look for an antidote in case you continue with this behavior. Miguel had reached for you in the hopes of picking you up bridal style but you managed to already wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his hips. Thankfully the doctor couldn’t see you, as you bit into Miguel’s ear lobe. You didn’t bite hard but you pulled on it slightly before kissing it. You could feel his clothed erection growing. It made you that much more excited. Your insides scream for him, yearning to be cock drunk and filled to the brim.

Miguel growled in your ear as he whispered “ You’re being a brat.” Miguel wasted no time as he jumped out the med bay window swinging his way back to your shared apartment. He refused to risk anyone else witnessing you in this state of mind. The doctor seeing it was enough for him. As soon as you landed in the apartment Miguel had stripped you of your suit. You had lost your balance in the same process but not before he webbed your hands together. You fell towards the floor not exactly hitting it but instead you were pulled back into his hard body. Miguel lifted a hand and gripped your jaw firmly planting a much wanted and much needed heated kiss. Your lips, tongue and teeth fought for dominance. Miguel instantly shut down the thought as he pulled away abruptly. You chased after his lips only for him to move back once again

You whined again. “ Miguel you’re being mean” you tried to wiggle out of the webbing itching to grab Miguel. He shook his head tsking at you.

“ What a shame. Hmm you being all whiny and needy in front of the doc too. You just can’t seem to control yourself” He taunts.

“ Miguel-“ you were about to begin your begging when he turned you around so your back pressed into his front. You were beginning to feel everything ten times worse, the way his tall frame curved into you, the way he was pressed against you. The way his breath fanned across your ear and cheek as his lips grazed your skin. The way his rough hands gripped and touched your body, slowly massaging each part until his hands stopped where you needed him most “Fuck, please, please”

“ Poor Y/N, look at how desperate you are. You want it so bad but you haven’t earned it” he whispers to you. He frees one hand so it slides up in between the valley of your breasts and up to your throat. He only holds it and never squeezes. Without so much of a warning his other hand dips into the place where you needed him most. You were drenched, covered in your own arousal. Miguel’s fingers glided through your sensitive folds. He had no intention of stroking that bundle of nerves or your hole just yet. Your legs buckled slightly and with your hands webbed together you couldn’t reach for Miguel. It didn’t help that he had you pressed to his chest either. His finger runs through your folds barely touching your clit, with each nudge it sends a jolt through your body. His finger inches closer to your own circling around it as he quickly inserts a finger. He leaves it there. He doesn’t move, he waits to see your reaction. He was testing you.

“Miguel you’re being mean” You hiss at him. Your body is too needy with an arousal. Your body rocks against his finger. You moan at the sensation, how good his finger feels down there. How it rubs against those spots you could never reach only Miguel. Miguel oh Miguel. He inserts another finger, adding a much needed stretch. He let you fuck yourself on his fingers. He let you enjoy it for the time being. His fingers pick up the pace, pushing deliciously hard into you hitting everything but that one spot. You began to whine, he may not have been hitting the place you wanted but you were so sensitive that it felt so good. You twist your hands in the webbing to try and break yourself free. You wanted to touch him, to feel him. Miguel had noticed and whatever orgasm you were about to feel vanished. He pulled his fingers out of you leaving you feeling empty. Your legs feeling like jelly you turned your head to look over your shoulder. Miguel with his hand on your throat he leaned down capturing your lips with his. His tongue stroked the inside of your mouth. He pulls away biting your lip with his sharp fangs before devouring your lips.

His hand that was once inserted now rubbed furiously at your clit, your whines, the back into moans. He made quick work with your clit but as your orgasm grew closer he managed to pull away just in time. Edging you every chance he could get. Honestly you wanted to cry, it felt so good and it hurt so bad. “ I told you to wait, didn't I? This is one of your punishments for being a brat-“your hips pressed into his ass rubbing against his clothed cock. He takes his finger from your cunt and shoves them in his mouth. He licks your slick clean from his fingers as he pushes you off him. He pushes you towards the couch not caring if you make it to the bedroom. He makes quick work taking off his suit. His toned body is on display for you. You were practically drooling out the mouth not to mention you were drooling elsewhere. As if you couldn’t get more turned on. Miguel grabbed ahold of your ankles pulling on them so that you neared the edge of the couch. His tall figure looming over you. He smirked as he grabbed your legs and bent them towards your chest. He slowly dropped to the floor on his knees, his own mouth watering. Your breathing picks up as you feel his breath along your hot skin. Miguel turned his head to the side and kissed your inner thighs, then your outer lips, then your folds. Not wasting any time he lapped at your folds licking long strips from your hole to your bundle of nerves. A loud pornographic moan leaves your lips. He shakes his head to the side as he licks, at one point he starts nipping at your folds pulling on them, tugging. Your hips rocked into his face, you so badly wanting to thread your hands in his hair. Your webbed hands stayed near your chest but those waves of hair were calling to you. You watched him as your mouth hung slightly open. Hisses leave your lips when his long tongue enters your hole and his nose nudges your clit. Tears began to prickle on the corner of your eyes. You wanted to reach your orgasm but the closer you got Miguel would know. He pulled away but not before giving your clit a hard suck and then a smack with his hand making your body jolt at the feeling.

Miguel leaned toward you, capturing your lips again with his. He let you taste yourself on his tongue not before pulling away from you, his hands pinched your little nubs on your breasts twisting and pulling on them. He kneaded them as he gave each one a kiss. Standing up he pushes your legs down grabbing your throat he pulls you forward so your face is in front of his dick. You bit your lip, Miguel removed his hand from your Throat reaching for your hair he held it back in a ponytail for you. His other hand lifts his cock so that its tip slaps your lips. “ Open” he demands. It was long and thick, his tip already covered in precum. You lick his cock tasting him. before you do as he says. He slips his cock into your mouth, he groans the feeling of your warmth around him. He guides your head back and forth, sucking him off. You let him abuse your mouth. You hum on his dick enjoying the taste of him, the vibrations hitting Miguel he moans.

“ My little brat likes that. So desperate for my cock” he pushes you head further on to him the sounds of his wet dick in your mouth turning obscene. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you continue to suck on him. You push back slightly going for his tip again knowing he liked when you did that. You kissed his tip as you opened your mouth letting your tongue lick it. Your lips wrap the edges sucking on it letting your tongue trace his slit. Miguel growled at the feeling and sight of it, your mouth sinked in further stroking him at a slower pace. Honestly you were driving him mad. Your mouth couldn’t fit all the way around him but you took what you could. With your hands still bound together you desperately wanted to break loose. The more you stroked him and the faster his hips snapped into your mouth you knew you were close to getting what you both craved. Though you needed a final push. You took a deep breath through your nose as you pushed him further into your mouth so that your nose hit his hip. You slowly bobbed your head, you changed the pace and movement making it difficult for Miguel to hold on to his release that he saved for later. Miguel pulled you off of his cock glaring at you as he tsks at you.

You stood up so that you were more or less face to chest with him. You wrapped your webbed hands and arms around his neck. Pulling him in your lips, taking his, you pressed your chest into him. As your tongue fights him for dominance. You pull back biting on his lip tugging at it then diving back into him. His hands gripped your back before sliding down and kneading on your ass. The two of you grope each other in a heated back out. In the process however you “sneakily” turned Miguel around so his legs would bump into the couch. He knew what you were doing and before you could even attempt to do anything else he pushed you off of him. You broke the webbings on your hands within mere seconds Miguel had you pinned down on your side on the couch. He turned you so that one leg rested on the couch while the other was held up by his hand. You watched him as you pressed the side of your face into the couch. You were so excited you couldn’t wait for him to get inside you. You began to whine encouraging him to enter you. You were throbbing, needy, hungry for him. He was depriving you as he watched your body beg for his.

“ Someone needs to learn patience.” He tells you as he slowly glides through your extremely wet folds slipping into your tight entrance. You both moan at the feeling, he inches himself further into you so that he bottoms out. Miguel stayed still, he hadn’t thrusted into you yet, making your body feel every curve and inch of his cock. You were beyond overstimulated and extra sensitive you mewled in protest. Then he does. Miguel pulls his cock out all the way before slamming into you hard. You both yell out a curse. He sets a pace, on that hit the one spongy spot inside you. His hips slamming into yours at an intense pace. His large hands holding your thighs open. You reached behind you to place a hand on his wrists holding him. At this point he no longer cared that you got out of your restraints. His cock was starting to kiss the tip of your cervix. Moans flew out of your mouth some lewd, some pornographic, some with all the air leaving your body. The sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, the smell of sex undeniable.

“ Miguel-“ you moaned his name like a mantra or a prayer that would set you free. The force he was putting into you made your back arch and the breath leave your lungs. Miguel pulled out for a second so that he could turn you over onto your back. As he sat on his knees, he entered back into you ramming into you harder than before. You proppeped yourself up, placing a hand on his stomach as he slammed into you repeatedly. He wasn’t letting up and he wasn't going to either. He leaned forward trapping you underneath his body. He locked your hands into your chests as he bounced downward into you. Both of your orgasms were beginning to build up and you could feel the familiar knots build in your stomach.

“ Mig-Im-close-fuuuck”

“ Come on mami, give it to me” he encouraged you as plowed into you profusely. Your orgasm came quicker than you had expected, your come flowing out of you, your body shaking, as the spots filled your vision. Your ears ringing, Miguel hadn’t finished yet he chased after his high still ramming into you. Your body began struggling to keep up. By the look on Miguel’s face he was about to reach his climax and you were about to reach your third or fourth. You weren’t sure how many times he made you come but what you did know was that you were about to do it again.

“ Fuuuck I’m about to come” Miguel’s hips sputtered as his set thrusts ram into you. You reached up caressing his face burning your hands in his hair. Your walls clenched down on him telling him to let go. With a final hard snap of his hips he releases into you a deep moan sounds from his chest. He body slows down riding out his own high before he pulls out of you. Sweat covered both of your skins. Your cream mixed with his as it trickled out of your hole. You prop yourself up on your elbows. Miguel is already eyeing your hole again. His fingers dip inside pushing your mixed back into you. You pushed on Miguel’s chest with your foot to move him away from your overly sensitive body. You were trying to regain your breathing and let your body catch up with your mind. Miguel caught your foot and pulled you towards him.

“ I can’t” you shook your head “ it’s too much”

Miguel’s eyes connected with yours “ You should’ve thought about that before you started acting up like the brat you are.” You could’ve sworn he was the one who got hit with the pollutant instead of you with the way he was acting. You’ve never seen this feral side of him before this was new territory you both were about to explore. You’d be lying to yourself about how incredibly turned on you were again. Round two was definitely underway.

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[ghoularaki]

sought heaven in you (but i found hell)

↠  summary: Losing your older sister, Emma, took a toll on both you and your half-brother, Mikey. As children your relationship was estranged, but after running away and years passed, Mikey wasn't going to let you out of his grasp again. Even if it meant lending you out to other men for the sake of "protection."

↠  word count: 20,750

↠ pairing: sano manjiro x reader, slight kakucho x reader + bonten trio x reader

↠ genre/warnings: smut, angst, bonten au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, incest, sibling abuse, abuse of power, drugs, alcohol, emotional and sexual abuse/assault, sex work, blood, guns, slight suicidal thoughts, reader is described with having visual bruises. NSFW (NONCON, fingering, pussy slapping, mentioned fisting, spanking, belt used as leash, choking, bondage, riding, exhibitiobism/voyeurism, possessiveness, unprotected sex, little aftercare)

↠ a/n: this is for @killsaki's collab. also take this as an apology for disappearing for a month, i offer you nii-chan porn in exchange for forgiveness

Rattling breaths polluted the winter air. The oxygen shuttered in your chest as you quickened your footsteps. The awning of the train stop was right in view.

Flurries of snowflakes clouded your vision, highlighted by the street lamps that guided your path. Night blanketed you. Gripping the backpack in your stiff hands, you try as you may not to look over your shoulder. 

You never knew fear like this before and you clung onto it to remind you of why you were here, in the dead of the night. As if Fate was watching over you as you groaned in relief at the awning a step away, the click of a gun being cocked was right behind you.

“Don’t make this difficult, Y/n.”

CONCEPTION 

"Again?" A voice called.

Deep in the room where ruffled bed sheets are were a reminder as to why you were shaking. Your throat was tight and achy. This wasn't the first time a client got violent, but it was the first time they were able to get a hit in.

You clenched your eyes as their blood was still warm on your hands. The memory was hazy as one moment you were flirting with them and the next they had slammed you against the desk with taut hands. Eyes almost bulged out of your head as you scratched and spit to get him off you. With a free hand, you scrambled against the desk for anything to get them off. A book or even a paper weight would suffice, but your desperate fingers gripped onto a letter opener. 

The same primal, vicious instinct pulsed through you as the man killing you as you jammed the letter opener so far into his neck you heard the squelch of metal hitting tendons. He stumbled back in shock as he tried to cradle the wound as he rapidly bled out. His mouth was left agape just as yours. You cradled your throat as you coughed and greedily breathed in air. 

As he collapsed, you screamed so loud the sound still haunted the room. At that, Kakucho burst in. 

"What the fuck is going on?" He barked.

The scene in front of him answered his own question. He spied how you were still clutching your weapon, blood running down your hand from your forearm and the same red liquid splattered on your face. Your eyes were wide and terrified.

"He- I'm- He tried-" You stuttered out.

Kakucho went to the dying man and pulled him up. "You aren't getting out of this so easily."

You had no idea if those words were targeted towards you or the man. Whatever it was, Kakucho helped the man get medical attention. The blood leaving a stain on the expensive carpet was neglected.

More men filed into the room to clean up the mess with Kakucho instructing them to make sure the man was tended to. You stayed at the desk, not moving, not blinking and barely breathing. Time whizzed past you as Kakucho finally came to check on you. 

He took the letter opener from your hand. You let him pry open your twitching fingers, fluttering like a dead butterfly's wings. Gripping the side of your head, he directs your attention to him and not the tainted floor. Your pupils sluggishly met him, keeping your focus on his non-blind eye. By now, only you and Kakucho were in the room. Taking the opportunity to be alone with you, Kakucho held you to ground you back to Earth.

“You know this has to be reported to Mikey, right?”

Tears bubbled into your waterline, chest hiccupping. As the adrenaline crash was setting in so did the realization that you just fucked up an arms deal that was in the works for weeks now. You were doomed.

“Don’t tell Mikey,” you begged in spite of how raw your throat was.

Kakucho was about to open his mouth when a voice cut him off. 

“Don't tell me what?” 

Speak of the devil and he will arrive. Mikey came from behind Kakucho standing in the doorway. Sometimes you think he does this on purpose as punishment, punishment that it was Emma and not you. You peer over to him from where he stands in the doorway. Despite his small frame, his presence polluted and took up the area.

No matter what you did, you could never rid yourself of him. 

Kakucho drew himself away from you and let Mikey take the reins. The smaller man crossed the room to stand just where Kakucho was. Taking the hint, he left you and your older brother alone. Your eyes bounced to him, suffocating the pleading expression. 

Leering back at Mikey, you slouch more against the desk so he had more of a height advantage. He liked you small. The dark circles were a harsh purple against his dulling skin. You remembered the days when his complexion was a healthy tan with a pinky flush. Mikey was a mere shell of the man he used to be. 

His slender but encompassing hand, held your chin smearing the blood deeper into your pores. Tilting your head to the left and then the right, he was silent while he observed your darkening bruise. You were sure it was an ugly red. Assessing the damage, his fingers glided against the flesh and you whimpered in pain. The wound was still very much raw and your larynx was aching. 

Sighing, he stopped poking at it since you proceeded to flinch. “Someone bring ice!” He hollered into the hallway.

Turning back to you, his hand went down to stroke up and down your shoulders. The motion brought no comfort. 

“What happened?”

“I don’t know,” you rasped.

Mikey didn’t seem to believe you, but decided to drop it since you were so dazed. He couldn’t get any information out of you when you were like this. 

“He won’t be allowed back here again, so don’t worry about that.” 

The words were meant to bring you solace, but like his touch, it only set you more on edge. You weren’t worried about that. You were terrified you would have to go back. You were sick of this job. You never wanted to in the first place.

What Mikey harbored for you wasn't love and you were sure of it. He never cared for you as an older brother should. For the promise of a done deal, he would sell you to the highest bidder. After the death of your sister, Emma, his leash was incredibly tight.

You were only about five years old when you met Mikey. Taken to the Sano household after you had met Emma first, you had hid behind her leg in fear. You were a secret as you were proof of your father's infidelity. One time was a mistake, but twice was a pattern. Though the cat was out of the bag when your mother stopped being able to afford your care and had to beg the Sano household for help. 

For a year, you would have supervised visits with her, usually at parks, so you had a stable pillar to lean on when you were uprooted from your old home. You were always a shy child. Understanding how scary it was to be told you had a whole other family, six year old Emma took you under her wing. You two were thick as thieves, though when she hung out with Mikey you always hung back.

Even as a young child you could tell that the older boy never did like you. Or at least you thought. Once out of ear shot Mikey would ask Emma why you always avoided him. She would merely shrug, just as confused as him. Both of them were a lot more outgoing than you. When Mikey would bring around his friends even as you grew older, you would offer a small wave before barricading yourself in your room. 

They tried their damnedest to befriend you though it felt like trying to trick a feral kitten out of hiding with treats. Eventually you would join them in the living room when you could sit next to Emma. Mitsuya and Draken were usually the ones to get you out of your shell the most. Offering no words but they did extend your favorite snack they got at a convenience store, Mikey would watch in envy. 

You had been there that night, following Emma. After her death whatever petals that blossomed had shriveled and curled in on themselves. You barely talked and barely ate. Nothing could fill your stomach so you starved, cold from the lack of her warmth. Though she did not leave. She was everywhere, deep in the wallpaper and woven into the fibers of the couch. Her ghost refused to leave the house.

Both you and Mikey were cracking. In the hospital was the first time you two had touched each other. You sobbed into his arms all night long as he shoved his head into your hair. He gripped you so hard you swore he was trying to crawl his way into your ribcage. And at the time, you would have let him. Anything to fill the ache. Draken could only watch sorrowfully. After that night, nothing was the same nor would it ever be. 

The whisperings at school and how Toman tried their best to talk to you, grated your ears. For the first time in your life, you were angry. Not a childish anger or simple annoyance. You were enraged and everything was too loud. The sad looks filled to the brim with pity poured into your mouth until you were forced to swallow the false pleasantries. There are so many ‘my condolences’ a person can take.

What broke the most was how Mikey stared at you with such contempt and longing. You knew that he only saw Emma. Your silhouette haunted the home and you both knew you would never be her. He began bringing you to gang meetings. Where Mikey was, you were sure to be tethered to him. 

Your hands were sticky with the glue you tried to hold yourself together with for your family. Mikey had known her longer and had been so protective of her, the love he had for her was something you couldn’t fulfill. As the weeks passed, he must have come to the realization as well. He grew meaner and colder. Your brother abandoned clinging to you and pushed you so far you meshed into the walls with her. 

The house was tense and it was like walking on eggshells. Any word you spoke was met with a glare and scoff. There was no escape from him as you both attended the same middle school. His icy demeanor stuck to your skin, pulling would only rip away a layer of flesh. 

You could tell the words clenched behind his teeth; it should have been you and not her. For the first time in years, you agreed with him. So a few months later, you packed your bags, leaving a letter on your bed and hopped out your bedroom window. Thank God you were on the first floor. With the little money you had from doing odd jobs, you bought a train ticket as far from Tokyo as possible. With a stroke of luck you were able to find your estranged grandmother who took you in, residing deep in the countryside.

You couldn’t stand watching Mikey destroy everything with his stupid middle school gang. You lost what mattered most because of him, the angrier part of you raged. Though as you got older you stopped blaming him. Maybe if you were more vengeful you would have sought out Hanma or Kisaki for murdering your sister when you fled into the night, but you were too exhausted for such emotion.

When Mikey saw you again he swore he was dreaming or he didn’t get enough rest. He doesn’t sleep much nowadays. Years had passed since he found your letter. He had read and reread it over and over until the words finally sunk in. The immature part of him wanted to scream and cry. In hysterics, he ran to Draken’s home with the letter and wailed to him that they had to find you. What if Kisaki or Hanma found you? How dare you leave him, you were his like everyone else in his life. He already lost Emma and now you? Something finally snapped inside him that day.

Though he honored your wishes and left you alone. Mikey was out with his men when you passed by him like a wayward butterfly, he knew that this was a sign that you were meant to be in his grasp again. You had grown so much since the last time he saw you. Unsurprisingly since you were thirteen when you ran away. Your hair was longer and dyed a different color, you were so beautiful and it stung that he never got to watch you grow up with him. He had no clue you were back in Tokyo or if you left at all. He immediately asked Kakucho to track where you are and your routine. 

Sickness festered inside him when he found out you worked a humble desk job, frequenting a bar with your male coworkers, laughing boisterously with them. None of those men could care for you like your big brother could. 

As giddiness built in Mikey, an uneasiness settled into you.

When you arrived at your apartment late in the evening, something was amiss. The door was unlocked when you spun the knob. A shiver ran up your spine, you always locked it along with the two extra locks you put just in case. 

Exhaling a shaky breath you reach for the small handgun you had in your handbag. The possession was highly illegal, but you abused the ties you had to Mikey to obtain it. You weren’t ignorant to what your half-brother got himself into. Steeling yourself, you pushed open the door and walked inside. There was no use to run since if they found out where you live, they would only follow. 

Holding your gun out, you side stepped into the pitch black to the light switch. Before you got there the living room light flicked on by itself. You whipped around to see your older brother stand in the space. 

You sagged your shoulders and dropped the gun to your side, still clutched onto it. 

“You don’t seem surprised to see me,” Mikey’s tone was bored. 

He looked a lot skinnier than the last time you saw him and his hair was completely different.

“More like relieved it's just you.”

He pointed his head towards your gun, “Why do you have that?”

“Protection,” Was your reply, still on edge. Yes you were glad it was him and not a stranger, but you weren’t stupid or blind to what he has become. 

Mikey embarked towards you and you backed away, scared of what he was capable of and why he broke into your home. You can’t imagine it's for a long awaited family reunion. 

“What do you want, Manjiro?”

“Can’t a brother visit his dear, baby sister?” 

With each word he stepped closer to you until you were backed into a corner. Stumbling over your still heel clad feet, you two fell into a twisted rhythm. The door was still in sight and your focus ricocheted to the escape route. Keeping him at arm's length, you raised your gun at the unwavering man.

“Get away from me.”

His eyes were dead and showed no emotion as he twisted the gun out of your grasp. You yelped at the pain shooting up your wrist as he locked your arm. If he applied a little more pressure the bone would surely break. 

He tugged you close to him until you were almost nose to nose, “Do you think a gun would protect you against any of the men who want your head on a platter? I never remembered you being this naive.”

“Because you didn’t know me,” You spat out. 

“Bullshit, I know everything about you and I know that if I let you stay in this apartment for one more night then it won’t be only me that will pay you a visit. Kisaki is still out there, you know?”

You glanced back down at the gun but he kicked it even farther away, “You are not going to uproot my life because you deem it fit. I don’t need you.” 

He brought a hand to your face and gently cradled it as you glared at him, “I don’t think I asked.”

Mikey released you from his hold to shove you onto the couch. Hugging the offending wrist to your chest, you rubbed out the pain the best you could. A new man comes into your agape door with a certain swagger to him. His hair was a deep black and a middle part that reached about his ears. One of his eyes was a foggy hue with a scar framing it. It only served to make him more handsome. 

He made himself at home within your apartment, immediately helping Mikey to pack all your belongings. 

“I’m Kakucho,” He introduced himself as he put the bag down near you. Mikey could be heard ruffling through your shit in the background.

“Fuck you,” You replied, pissed that Mikey dragged you back into this life. He laughed at your response and the corner of your lip quirked up, but you stifled it. He was attractive, you will give him that, but you refused to fall for his demeanor and sharp grin. 

Before you could dwell on the man in front of you, Mikey ushered you out of the apartment and into the car waiting for you three at the back of the building. The model was obviously something expensive, but it did nothing to impress you. Your bags were put in the trunk while you were shoved in between the two men. There were two other men in the front, the one driving seemed familiar. 

How Bonten had not been caught was beyond you with the mansion they all lived in. They obviously were flexing their wealth, but you assumed the police were being bought out so they didn’t care. The halls billowed as you were toiled to where Mikey wanted you. 

He burst open a door to what you presumed is his office. He sat behind the desk in a fancy office chair while you were forced onto the lavish, leather seat. You stared at each other before your brother finally spoke. 

“I want you to be a hostess at the Haitani Brothers’ clubs,” he raised a hand to stop your protests, “All I need is for you to butter up clients. Nothing more than a little touching and drinking with them. You will be guarded the whole time.”

“Are you serious, you want to whore me out to gangsters? You’re out of your mind!”

“Watch your tone,” His timbre was plain, but his irises flashed with something violent.

“You don’t get to try to act like a respectable older sibling now.”

“This isn’t up for discussion, this is to ensure your safety.”

You laughed out a scoff, “Yeah, safety. If you wanted me to be safe, you would have stayed the fuck out of my life.”

You shot out of your seat and flipped him the bird when he yelled at you to come back like a father herding an insolent toddler. You exited out of his office and passed by Kakucho who hooks a hand around your arm. “Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?”

“Let me go before I scream.” A glare was stamped deep on your forehead.

“That will only bring men who aren’t as nice as me.”

You raised a brow at that. 

“Look, I know Mikey doesn’t seem like he has the best intentions, but for the past few years, you don’t know how much he talked about you. He missed you.”

You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, confused and uncomfortable. What choice did you have?

EGG

The ability to speak again came back a couple days later. A bruise stayed heavy on your throat, wrapped in semi-permanent handprints, you tried your hardest not to stray on your reflection. Purple and red bloomed from the wound and were quite tender. Despite this, you were offered little sympathy. 

Within a dark corner of the back of one of the Haitani brothers’ clubs, Kakucho tried to offer some pity. Your face was twisted into an ugly expression from the anxiety. Clutching your arms so tight that your nails left indents in the fragile flesh, you lifted your head to him. 

“I don’t think I can do this.”

He only sighed with sadly pinched eyebrows.

At the sound, your voice hitched, “Don’t make me do this, Kakucho.”

“You know that I can’t do anything about it.”

You gripped at his shirt and you tried not to break apart as you wheezed out, “Have you ever even tried.”

He clutched your cheeks between his fingers, “Me even thinking about it will have both our heads. I may be number three but I am not as powerful as you think I am.”

You rested your head on his chest, “I know.”

And you do, you were not ignorant to the fact that you and Kakucho being as close as you are is a risk in of itself. Though, you took the leap, hugged the one bit of kindness of this world close to your aching chest. 

He lifted your head and extracted you from him, “We both have a job to do. Let's just get through tonight.”

Agreeing, you towed yourself from him and steeled yourself. With a bleeding heart, you departed from him and rounded the corner to the door into the back of the club. Even in the back hallways of the club, the smell of smoke crowded your lungs. The bass of the music was a soft thumping, comforting you. The walls were illuminated with an orange watercolor like finish. A haze clouded your vision. 

Free of any human interaction, you make it into your private room. Here was where you got ready and welcomed clients to your misfortune. The room was on the bigger side, complete with a velvet couch, an ottoman and a classic style vanity. It all screamed old Hollywood. 

Amongst the furniture was the very last person you wanted to see. Leaning against your vanity table was Sanzu. He was clad in his usual purple pinstripe suit without the blazer. His arms were crossed, posture that of a disapproving parent. You instantly tensed.

“Where’s Ran?” You asked as he was the one that told you your clients.

He didn’t respond to you. Further on edge, you spied how he beckoned you over with a curl of his finger. Tethered to the palm of his hand, you walked over. Crossing the room in about ten steps, you stand before the lanky man. In front of him, you shivered at how in spite of his slouched stance, he towered over you.

This close, you could see how his dilated pupils ate up the beautiful blue. The man stayed silent and so did you. You watched each other as he parts an arm from the tangle and dragged a hand up your arm. Swallowing the shutter, your arm broke out in goosebumps as his fingers glided up to your shoulder and to your neck. You winced when he pressed a thumb into the healing skin. 

Gently, he traveled to your nape and stroked the baby hairs. Not before twisting the long fingers deep in your tendrils and wrenched your head so far back you screamed and scrambled to grab the offending wrist. 

His visage was thunderous as he pulled your face close to his, “You are not going to fuck this up, you are already on thin fucking ice, you hear me?”

Eyes clenched, you could barely respond from the agony. He jostled you and tears strung your eyes, but he didn’t care. 

“Look at me.”

Terrified of what he would do, you opened your eyes. Sanzu’s features were blurry from the water, but the pleasure he got from this was prevalent. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he shoved you as close to him as possible. The man rubbed his bulge against your crotch. Of course he was getting off to this. Trying to ignore the motion, you stared up at him with pinched eyebrows. Something crossed between a glower and a dejected expression. 

“I love how pathetic you look like this.”

The freak proceeded to lick up the tears that cascaded down your cheeks. You squirmed and whined in his suffocating embrace, hating the slimy tongue against your skin. 

Already bored of you rejecting his little game, he pushed you away from him. With the pressure, you stumbled into the ottoman in the middle of the room. You peered up at him with unbridled hatred, but there was nothing you could do and he was well aware of the fact.

“Behave or else that bruise around your throat will be the least of your problems.”

With that he walks out and slams the door closed. You glimpsed up at the vanity to see the mascara streaks on your cheeks and your ruffled hair. A screech pierced through the air as you pounded a fist against the seat before composing yourself and stared at yourself in the mirror, getting lost in the reflection.

Like Kakucho said, you have a job to do.

A voice towed you from your thoughts. Oh yeah, a few hours had passed. Your reflection met you once again except you were far away from the private room. Here, you were in Mikey's bedroom. He rarely used the room unless he wanted something from you. In the full length mirror, you stared at the woman clad in a pretty dress. Tonight was a blur and you welcomed the cloudy feeling, the less you remember the better.

From behind, Mikey approached your form. Brief eye contact was exchanged as he put his hands on your bare upper arms. The warmth had you shutter, but you almost drifted into him. 

“Arms up,” He spoke into the tense air.

Like a dog, you obeyed. His fingers brushed against the hem as he pulled the dress over your head. Deliberately, he leaned the garment against the chair near the open, walk-in closet. Your arms were heavy lead as they dropped back down to your sides. 

Mikey crossed back to your stagnant form. His eyes drank up your almost naked silhouette, unable to keep his touch to himself. Kissing your bare shoulder, he whispered in the flesh, “My pretty girl.”

You shuddered.

Still watching each other through the glass, Mikey turned his focus to the man-made collar decorating your throat. His hand traveled to the bruise and brushed against it. The pain was dull. As your brother bore into you, you had half the mind to cover yourself, but it would only offend him. 

“Let’s go to bed.”

Every time he uttered those words, a part of you withered. Mikey was a possessive man by nature. Despite him being the one to force you into this profession, he would always satisfy the need to conquer. 

You merely nodded as you laid in the soft bed sheets curated just for you. He was quick to cover his body with yours. The stark difference of you only in panties compared to him still fully dressed was humbling. You were vulnerable. 

Your hair pooled around your head like a halo. His own strands curtained around you, framing his face so it was all you saw. If Mikey had it his way, that is exactly what would be your own world. Him. 

In a sense, he already was. 

One arm bracketed your head while the other reached to cup your bare breast. His thumb circled the nipple. Your breath hitched as he toyed with the sensitive flesh until it pebbled. A yelp left you when he pinched your nipple. You squirmed, hating how he did it only to elicit a reaction. The corner of your brother’s lip quirked up. 

“I won’t torture you too much tonight,” He spoke against your lips.

“Please.”

You didn’t want this to last longer than needed. He loved to take his time with you. To pull every reaction and sound from you until you were sapped dried. 

He kept circling your nipple as he slotted his crotch more firmly against yours. Impatient, Mikey rubbed himself into your warming pussy. Bending down, he kissed your temple. Moving in tandem with him, you bucked into the growing bulge. He was so much different from Sanzu in this regard where he still hasn’t fucked you. The taller man couldn’t say the same. 

Becoming bored of toying with your breast, his hand trailed down the length of your rib cage down to your hip bone. Mikey fully pulled away so he sat on his heels. Wanting better access, both hands went to the lacy hem of your pale pink panties. His thumbs hooked around the fabric and lugged down. The fabric was easily torn away. Like unwrapping a present, he ripped the undergarment completely off you. Gentle when it caught on your ankles, pulling your legs up to gain access. Your brother kissed the bone. 

Sliding his palms down, he cupped them underneath the juncture and pushed your knees to your chest. Those inky irises bored into your bare cunt. A mix between the brief pleasure and the humiliation, your pussy glistened. 

“Fuck, you look so tight. I have no clue how with how slutty your pussy is,” His tone stayed bored but with a breathy edge to it. 

When you didn’t acknowledge his words, he released one of your legs to slap your clit. Crying out, you attempted to close your legs but his mass made it impossible. You whined at the pain and he did it again. Your clit tingled and was swollen. 

“I’m talking to you, pretty girl.”

“S-sorry,” You whined out, not knowing what to respond to.

He only hummed and became transfixed on your clenching cunny. “Let’s see how tight you are.”

Mikey twirled your bundle of nerves a few times before guiding two fingers into your hole. Already wet, he was able to slip in with ease. You moaned, welcoming something filling you. Even if it was him. You gave up a long time ago fighting him and trying to get him to see reason, to see how wrong this all was. 

“You’re sucking me in, pretty girl.”

Whining in response, you wiggled your hips for him to move. He huffed a laugh at your impatience. Ignoring you, Mikey went at his own pace. His fingers curled upwards to rub the spongy spot inside you. He was meticulous with how he brought you pleasure. Every nerve was on fire and played with. 

Smothering you again, he leaned down so he was nose to nose. You were completely surrounded and displayed for him. Breath mixing, you moaned for him. If it was anyone else the gesture would be loving—romantic, sweet. All it did was leave a bitter taste stuck to the back of your teeth like plaque.

Picking up the pace, he thrusted his fingers with more fervor. 

“Can you handle more?”

“Yes,” You broke out.

Glaring down at you, he slowed down, “Yes, what?”

Embarrassed, you looked away for a moment before whispering, “Yes, Manjiro-nii.”

“Good girl.” He smiled—such a rarity these days—ramming his fingers faster once again.

You gripped the bed sheets as he added another finger to the mix. He scissored the appendages, splitting you further. You had no clue how much more you could take. Bucking to his rhythm, you whined wanting him to touch your neglected clit. It twitched and was still puffy from the slaps. 

“Please!”

You both knew what you wanted but he steamrolled past your want. He needed to ruin you especially for your clients. You were his. His to break and tear apart until your sloppy cunt was perfect for just him. 

Mikey added his pinky to the rest of his fingers and you almost screamed at how you were pried gaping. His fingers were slender but still bigger than yours. Long enough to easily reach your g-spot while you scrambled to brush and pound into it like he does. 

“Doing so well, maybe one day I can shove my whole hand inside. Completely ruin you for anyone else,” His words meshed into your lips.

Gazing into him, you tilted your head so your lips brushed together more. Taking the hint, he crashed into you. Whimpering, he slotted his rosy flesh into yours, kissing you feverishly. Your arms came up to grab the sides of his shirt. Mikey finally touched your clit again. You almost screamed when he rubbed circles into the bundle of nerves, tittering you close to the edge. 

He abandoned your leg to grip your cheeks, parting from your lips. His eyes went to between your legs to watch how you were taking four of his fingers. A dark patch imprinted on the bed from your slick. Prodding at your spongy spot again along with pressing harder into your clit was too much, you came with a high pitched moan. You were sure everyone in the manor heard it and no one cared. Everyone knew what your brother did to you in the dark. 

Mikey guided you through your orgasm, slowing his thrusts until they came to a complete stop. After a moment, he pulled his fingers from your cunt. Your pussy clenched and you whined at becoming empty again.

Your chest stuttered as you tried to gain your breath. Mikey got up to grab a towel nearby and wiped his hand and then between your legs. You flinched from the rough material against the sensitive flesh. He said nothing.

Throwing the rag somewhere in the room, your brother came to lie next to you. He hauled you into his chest and you didn’t refuse. There was no point in fighting. You felt like an egg hatched too early, premature to find your footing. Otherwise, why do you follow a man that wants nothing but the worst for you?

LARVA

You were so sick of the sight of green. Never privy to Spring or Summer, you welcomed Winter’s bitter air with open arms. Though, the bruise was fading into a greenish hue with splotches of purple mixed in. Such a green so unnatural, you couldn’t even compare it to a full apple tree. Subconsciously, you rubbed the skin.

Humming, you idly get ready for bed, already dressed in silk sleepwear. The past week Mikey had neglected you and you savored it. He went through bursts where you weren’t even a thought in his head. A darker part of your mind hoped he would completely forget you. Maybe in a freak accident (you possibly took part in) or he simply got too busy and stayed in his damn office. 

As Mikey was preoccupied with whatever gang business, you were back in the full swing of hostess work. There were a few regulars ornery you weren’t available for sleeping with but anytime they got too rowdy, Rindou was sure to give them a firm ‘talking to.’ Rindou was an enigma to you. He was your least favorite of the two brothers, but he never complained when beating up piggish men. 

You weren’t stupid enough to think it was any sentiment towards you, but more bloodlust being fulfilled. Rindou was a lot meaner than his older counterpart. While Ran was not a stranger to being touchy and a tease, Rindou was rough with handling you. You often dreaded when Rindou was in charge at the club instead of Ran. At least he pretended to care. 

Sometimes, you would imagine Draken instead of Ran as in some twisted way he reminded you of the old friend. Those moments were when you had too much to drink. It still brought you solace, to pretend. You did that a lot. 

A knock interrupted you. Your heart skipped a happy beat at the noise. There was only one person in the whole manor who offered you the courtesy. Sitting in front of your personal vanity, you fluffed your hair.

“Come in,” You tried your best to stifle the giddiness. 

In came Kakucho not out of his day clothes yet. He wore a dark, silk dress shirt, unbuttoned so his chest was on full display. Your eyes drank up the rippling muscle. The clearing of his throat removed you from the sight. Knowing you were caught, you met his eyes and he gave you a sly grin.

“Subtle.”

“What do I owe the pleasure?” You asked, ignoring his taunt.

“Can I not check on my boss’ most prized possession?”

He walked closer to you as you angled your focus back to yourself in the mirror. Taking a cotton pad from the pack, you finish wiping off the rest of your makeup. It had been a long day. Kakucho came to stand right behind you. Your head was just under his chest while sitting. You felt so small as he crowded you. 

Usually you would shake him off, but Kakucho wasn’t stupid. He would visit you in your room where no one would go down the wing you resided in, on the complete opposite of Mikey’s office and bedroom. Sticking closely to the night’s shroud so no one saw him enter.

You scoffed at his words, “Don’t call me that.”

“Hmm,” He hummed, not really listening as he brought a hand down to your neck.

You shivered as his gentle fingers brushed against the tarnished skin. Softer than the rest of the men who touch you—for once, the wound wasn’t agitated. His hand was warm. Kakucho swallowed up your neck, guarding it from any further attack. The weight was safe. 

“It’s quite unfortunate that Mikey wouldn’t let me kill him.”

He moved his palm to idly stroke the bruise, transfixed. You gawked at him in the mirror, but he stayed focused on the blemish. 

“Please don’t kill for me.”

“So I can kill in general?”

You murmured, “You know that I can’t tell you what to do.”

“Good girl.”

You shivered at the words, “Kakucho…”

He tilted your head back by your chin and rested the rest of his hand on your throat so it was against his stomach and he looked down at you, “Yes?”

“Don’t say things like that.”

His eyebrow quirked up, “Didn’t you just say that you can’t tell me what to do?”

You shook your head to free his hold on you. His taunts were becoming too much. You might be in your bedroom, but who knows who could walk in even when he’s being careful. Reluctantly, you departed from him and attempted to step away from the cushioned stool. You didn’t make it too far when he grabbed the crook of your elbow and spun you around to confront him. Shocked and dizzy, your hands went to his chest to gain some balance. 

The skincare and makeup bottles cluttered when he lifted you up on the vanity table. Giving you no time to protest, he crashed into you. Parting your legs, he sank himself into you and pulled you as close as possible. Your lips moved in a familiar rhythm. You whined into the force of the kiss, but you weren’t complaining.

He clutched onto your waist, his hands swallowing you. As if life was mocking you, the sound of your door being kicked in rattled your eardrums. Stood in the doorway was Sanzu, the very last person you wanted to see besides Mikey. 

Fear crawled up your spine at the glimmer in his eyes. There was no way for you to explain your way out of this one. Kakucho rapidly stepped away from you. You slipped off the vanity and wiped your mouth as tears bubbled up. In every sense, you were fucked.

Sanzu bounced from Kakucho to you. His features screamed the cat that got the cream. He was elated and he was making it known with the smile of mischief and hatred stretched on his lips.

“Mikey wants everyone to meet up, now.”

With that he walked away, not even closing the door behind him. You ignored Kakucho as he attempted to console you. There was one thing on your mind. Chasing Sanzu who was already halfway down the hall, your feet were quickened patters. 

“Sanzu, Sanzu!” You whispered-yelled until you caught up and stood in front of him. Arms spread wide, you tried to stop his path. To humor you, he ceased his movement. “Don’t tell Mikey.”

A grin broke out on his face as he leered down upon you, “Oh yeah and why not? Boss sure is not gonna be happy with you or Kakucho, he might even be mad enough to kill him.”

At that you clutched onto his shirt, knees buckling, “Sanzu, please, I am begging.”

His hand pets the top of your head before wrenching your head back by the hair on the nape of your neck. You gripped harder on his shirt.

“What’s in it for me?” His voice was dripping with temptation. “I will do anything! Please, I promise, anything you want I will do it.” Tears were streaming down your face.

He stroked a thumb under your eye as the tears flowed, “Anything?”

You nodded despite the hand holding you down. He stared at you for a bit before shoving you away from him.

“Fine, I will hold you to that.”

“Thank you! Thank you,” You sobbed.

He clutched onto your shoulder while steering you to the meeting room, “Don’t thank me just yet.”

The hand and the promise was your leash. Being near Sanzu always had set you on edge as this isn’t the first time he took advantage of you. Gulping down the anxiety, you let him guide you. Further down the hall, Kakucho’s footsteps followed you both. In no time, he was barely a foot behind you, but you didn’t move your head. 

The room greeted you. Sanzu held his grip as you both walked in. An oval shaped table filled the room and Mikey sat at the head like a king, chin resting on intertwined fingers. If Sanzu’s clutch bothered him, he displayed no indication of it. 

You were beckoned to his side, Sanzu in toe. He rolled out the chair for you and shoved you into the seat. Pushing the chair so far in, you stifled the grunt as the edge crushed your rib cage. Sanzu ignored you as he took the spot to your right. 

Kakucho walked in and placed himself in front of you at the table. Even with the distance, you shrank at his presence. He tried his best not to stare too hard. 

The other men filed in with Ran sitting next to Sanzu and Rindou next to his brother. Kokonoi sits next to Kakucho with Mochizuku sitting next to him and Takeomi sits next to him, being as far from his younger brother as possible. They were all dressed in fancy suits, compared to you in silk pajamas. If you weren’t out of place enough already. You were rarely let in on meetings, so you were confused. 

All heads pivoted to Mikey from the sound of his lips parting like on a timed rig. It was quite creepy how synced they all were. 

“As you all know that the current governor is retiring,” He paused as the men nodded, “And he has two candidates of whom he will be offering his position to. Either his son or Tadashi Yuma, a man well known to oppose Bonten. At the current moment, the governor is favoring Mr. Tadashi so as to not be accused of nepotism.”

As he continued to speak, you were only more perplexed. How does elected officials have to do with Bonten and more specially you?

“And what does this have to do with us?” Sanzu asked flippantly, taking the words right from your brain. The man next to you rested his hand on his chin, staring at Mikey with boredom. His other hand crossed the boundary of the chair into yours. Your leg wobbled when his cold palm cupped your knee. You dared not turn your head towards him, instead keeping it down. 

“Everything. Tadashi is too far gone to persuade, but the son is both buddy-buddy with the police and known for doing back alley dealing.” “Everyone has their vices,” Takeomi piped while he plucked a cigarette, earning a giggle from Ran. 

Mikey sent a glare to the men before continuing, “If we get the son on our side, we would both have a governor as our puppet ruler and complete control of the police force in Kyoto. This would secure our position further.”

“And where does she fit into all of this?” Rindou questioned, pointing at you with a limp hand. 

“If you let me speak, I could fucking tell you.” 

As Mikey droned on, Sanzu got more bold and slithered his hand further up your thigh. Your hands were balled into fists at your side. You knew better than to make a scene. 

At the aggressive tone, Rindou raised his hands in a surrender, not too bothered. Mikey glimpsed at you and you hoped your expression didn’t betray your discomfort. His gaze conveyed nothing besides you being his focal point for his next sentence. 

“This is where she comes in. A couple days from now there will be a gala with politicians and gangsters alike. The rest of us will keep on the downlow while she will do what she does best with the governor’s son.”

You tried your best to listen and nod along as this was not a mission you could mess up on. Sanzu’s wandering hand made it difficult. He moved up your thigh until his pinky was brushing the band of your panties through your thin pants. As his smallest digit went to stroke your slit, he voiced, “She already messed up once, how do you know she won’t do it again?” 

Mikey wasn’t ignorant to how your jaw clicked at his mockery. Your nose twitched in irritation and how his finger rubbed up and down your pussy. 

“She won’t,” He glowered at Sanzu and then at you, “isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes, Mikey,” You stuttered out. 

To anyone else, they would have thought it was because of fear, but you and Sanzu knew better. He did nothing to hide his shit-eating grin. As the focus was no longer on you, he took the incentive to bring a hand down the stretchy band of your pajamas and shove his hand down to cup your bare pussy. Scared, you gripped his wrist to pull it from you. In retaliation, he pinched your clit. Your back slightly hunched, stifling the whimper.

You peeped at him with watery eyes, but his face showed only boredom and focused on Mikey. When you loosened your grip on arm, he eased up. His fingers twirled your clit, a lot rougher than Mikey was. Sanzu poured his hate into you whenever he toyed with you. You have no clue what you did to piss him off, but God were you paying for it. 

Dipping into your syrupy cunt, Sanzu shoved two fingers in and curled upwards. Your legs quivered at the stimulation and you sucked your lips in. If you released even a peep, everyone would hear, especially Mikey. And more importantly, Kakucho. At the thought of the man, you peered up to see him but luckily, he was too engrossed in whatever Mikey was explaining. 

Sanzu brutally thrust his fingers in and out of you. The squelching was faint and you prayed no one heard over the sound of their boss’ voice. His palm was firm against your clit, but offered little pleasure. A part of you wanted to whine, but you reeled the needy sound in. You'd rather die than let Sanzu know how much he was affecting you. 

Your legs squeezed together when he found the spongy spot inside you. He drove his fingers further to abuse the spot. Digging your nails into his wrist, you bucked your hips slightly. Jaw clenched so tight it hurt, you looked up to make eye contact with Mikey. Icy fear washed over you. Luckily the other men were too deep in conversation to notice how Mikey was fixated on your form. You turned away, face warm as he probably knew what Sanzu was doing under the table. Said man only grinned wider. 

You dared to observe Kakucho whose nostrils flared. He was trying hard not to appear affected and you prayed he could school his expression as you were both in deep shit with Sanzu knowing. Embarrassed and wanting this to be done, you wiggled your hips to catch your clit against his palm. Sanzu was not having it as he pulled his palm away from your reach. You were tempted to stomp your feet in frustration. 

“Dismissed,” Mikey’s demand had your back bolt straight up.

Everyone in the room aside you, Mikey and Sanzu moved to get up. Once the men were at the doorway did Sanzu dislocate his fingers from your soaking cunt. He wiped his fingers against your pants and whispered in your ear, “Remember your promise, Whore.”

At that, he departed with the rest of the men. Only you and Mikey remained, and you refused to peer up. Humiliation rocked you to the core and tears built up behind your eyes. 

“Y/n,” he called. 

You look up to him. Mikey slid his chair from under the table and tapped his thigh. Completely and utterly violated and shaking in fear, you launch yourself in his lap. You straddled his hips as he pulled you tight to him. Your brother gripped the back of your head to cradle your face into the juncture of his neck. His free hand rested on your lower back, stroking the exposed skin where your shirt rode up. 

Hugging his shoulders, you collapsed into him. You let yourself melt into him, molding together until where he started and you stopped was blurred.

“Nervous?”

Your breath tickled his neck, “Yes.”

He hummed at the answer as he gently swayed the chair side to side, rocking you like a baby. He seemed lost in his thoughts. As he swung you both back and forth idly, his grip on your head grew increasingly tighter. When his nails dug into your scalp did you whimper. If he squeezed any tighter, your head would surely pop like a balloon. His strength terrified you. 

“Does Sanzu visit you frequently?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“Manjiro-nii, I-I’m sorry,” You tacked on the honorific to appease him, but he only shushed you.

“You’re both mine, as long as you know your places, I wouldn’t punish you,” you clutch onto him tighter, “you know I do this all to protect you, right?”

His words hinted to the threat of Kisaki coming for you, too. A threat he planted in your head for years now. And of course, he wouldn’t do anything about Sanzu touching you, it was a pipe dream. 

“Yes, Manjiro-nii.”

“Good girl, my good little doll.” 

CHRYSALIA

You swallowed your nausea, sitting next to Mikey in the car. The model was one of those fancy ones with a divider between the front of the car and the backseat to offer more privacy. Driving the car was Kakucho while Sanzu was in the passenger seat. When the cars were distributed, Sanzu raced to be in the car with you present in it. You knew damn well he was doing it to torment you, and Kakucho being the driver was the frosting on top of the cake. 

Sat behind Kakucho, you stared out the tinted window, wringing your hands in your lap. A hand placed on top of yours halted you picking at your cuticles. Mikey ogled at you, a question on his visage. Your eyes lept to the rearview mirror where Kakucho glanced at you and then back to the road. 

Sighing, Mikey slammed the divider closed. In the back of the car, you two were the only ones in the world. The thought was isolating. A part of you wanted to embrace the expensive, Italian leather of the car and luxury this life offered. But the larger, more logical part screamed to be anywhere but here. 

“Why are you so nervous?” He dared to ask.

Your nostrils flared, “Why the fuck do you think?”

Anger getting the best of you was a rare feat, but not one Mikey tolerated. His grip went from reassuring to punishing. You whined at your bones grinding together. You attempted to extract yourself, but he tugged you closer to him, your hand landing on the middle seat to catch yourself. 

“Watch your tone.”

Rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, you grimace away from him, glaring at the damn leather. He was quick to grab your face to enforce eye contact. His eyes were blank as usual. Dark circles lined his lower lashline. Mikey appeared older than his age. In a fleeting rebellion, you scowled at him with your cheeks clenched in his strong hands. It offered nothing to the older man. 

“What you’re asking of me is grandeur, way too much,” You spoke your grievance to a deity who didn’t care to listen. 

“I am asking you exactly what I think you can do.”

“Then you think too highly of me,” Your tone was meek. 

His thumb went down to rub against your irritated bottom lip, “Maybe.” Mikey’s focus went from your lips to your neck. The bruise was clearing up to an ugly yellowish-green. The pain was also subsiding, only truly hurting if you pressed down hard enough. “Is it healed enough to cover it with makeup?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” 

You take note of the silent command. For your job this weekend, you are to be an untarnished doll, perfect and pristine. No one wants tarnished goods. At that, Mikey jerked himself from you and opened the divider back open. From your angle, Sanzu pivoted his head to catch your attention.

His visage smug, like he anticipated you to be beaten down. Your ire was now directed towards him. If your fear wasn’t so egregious, maybe you would have spat right into his face. You reeled in the thought, such dangerous thinking would get you killed. 

“How much longer?” Mikey asked.

Kakucho answered, “We are actually here.”

The car rolled to a stop. Sanzu was the first to get out and opened Mikey’s door for him. He skid against the seat to step out, and you soon followed. Sanzu rested an arm on top of the door, towering over you as you climbed out. 

From the front, Kakucho said, “I will park the car and then head up.”

Mikey nodded his head and somehow Kakucho saw it. The scarred man glanced at you, the connection was broken by Sanzu slamming the door. Jumping, you glared at him. He merely shrugged, loving he got a reaction out of you. 

“Come,” Mikey beckoned and you obeyed.

Coming to his heel like a dog, he gently clutched your upper arm. The threat was bellowing. Try and run, and you were done for. Sanzu followed close behind, you walked through the front of the hotel. The building was extravagant and lined with glass. The foyer was even more gorgeous. It was rare for you to leave the clubs or the mansion, so when you were blessed with sights like this, you drank it all in. 

The hotel was a palette of golds, whites, and reds. Marbled floors clicked under your heeled feet. Smooth and milky, you stepped with more weight to hear the sound more prominently. You knew the motion was childish, but it was your favorite part of fancy places. 

Mikey let you have your fun as you approached the front desk. Rocking on your heels, your head pivoted around to take in the high ceilings lined with crystal chandeliers. Sanzu walked in front of Mikey to discuss with the receptionist your business. 

She was kind and you wondered if she knew what kind of men were before her. Does she know the hotel was soon to be riddled with gangsters and greedy politicians? Or is she used to this considering how luxurious the hotel was. She must have seen it all. While she talked to Sanzu, her gaze bounced to your neck. Your hand subconsciously covered it like an animal protecting its jugular. 

Mikey’s hand slithered from your arm to the small of your back to direct to where the elevator was. The contraption was one made completely of glass. Approaching the elevator, your heart hopped into your throat, you always hated heights. You three filed in and you observed how the other men were soon to follow. Crammed into the corner, Mikey’s hand slipped away. So tiny compared to the men in tailored suits, you swallowed your rapid breathing. 

You stared into Rindou’s back to ground yourself. Recoiling at the pinky that brushed your hands, you side-eyed who touched you. Kakucho offered nothing and neither did you. You silently relaxed into the appendage. The motion was a risky one, but all the men were watching the numbers tick up. The red numerals dinged with every floor hit until you were at the penthouse, the tippy top of the already tall building. 

When the doors opened up the billowing hallway greeted you all. Parading out, the air got less suffocating as you followed them. Soft carpet was now under your feet and you were saddened by the fact. An intricate pattern was woven into the burgundy thread, lined with gold. 

The men all went into their respective rooms to prepare for tonight. There was an hour until the show began. Mikey guided you to the room at the furthest part of the hall. At the end was a table with swirling designs, just as gold and red as the carpet. He took the key card from his pocket and tapped it to the pin pad. 

Of course, you would share a room with your brother. The room was as splendid as the rest of the hotel. A canopy bed framed with wine hued, velvet curtains with just as dark bed sheets. Two cushioned, gold trimmed chairs face a small, mahogany round table. To the right was a bathroom along with a dresser the same wood as the table. Curious, you went to the bathroom that was huge. A bathtub that could be mistaken as a hot tub was deep into the floor that was black and light grey marble. To the left of the tub was a sink and a giant, oval mirror lined with a whirling almost cloud-like pattern surrounding it. 

From your backside, Mikey’s shoes tapped against the marble, pleasant to your ears. His arms wrapped around you and you offered no resistance. 

“Is it to your liking?” His breath tickled your neck, your hair stood up. 

“Yes.”

Humming, he rocked you two side to side, “I’m glad. I would give you anything you asked for.”

A sad simper graced your appearance. He would, as long as it was materialistic. Your brother couldn’t give you what you desired most as it meant you would be far, far away from him. 

He extracted himself from you and offered a hand. You took it as he led you back to the main part of the suite. All of your belongings were already placed in the room. On the door was your dress for tonight. The gown was a midnight color and floor length with a satin finish. A sweetheart neckline paired with off the shoulder sleeves and slit that came up to your hip, with the amount of skin to be exposed, you were glad the gala was inside the same hotel. 

Mikey had a suit that matched your dress, everything down to the tie was all black. Directing to where the gown hung, he began to undress you. Unlike him, in his usually baggy shirt and joggers, you kept up appearances. He shrugged off your coat and threw it on the bed. Bending down, he tapped his knee. Listening, you placed your boot on his leg and your hands on his shoulders to balance. At this point, it’s second nature. Nimble fingers untied the laces and hauled the shoe from your foot. He repeated the action on the other side. 

Standing back up, you kept your hands on him. Neither of you said anything. Mikey continued undressing you, unbuttoning your pants until they pooled at your feet. Next was your dress shirt that was a blushing pink. He popped every button with ease and tugged the garment down like he did your coat. From your front, he reached around to unhook your bra with zero struggle. Soon you were left in just your panties, but there was nothing sexual about it.

He went to the door to grab the gown and weeded it from the protective plastic. Back down on his knees, he tapped your bare calf. Taking the hint you stepped in the dress and he jerked it up your body. In tandem, you put your arms into the sleeves when he reached your chest. His hand lingered to drag a finger up the length of your spine. Your back twitched upright. Mikey didn’t tease you anymore and zipped the dress up. 

The air was stifling, but you pushed it to the side. He went about his own business to get ready as well. Going into your luggage, you gathered your jewelry and makeup bag. Your feet glided to the bathroom and welcomed the cold of the marble tiles. Walking up to the mirror, you take your color corrector and foundation to hide the bruise. The color reminded you of when you were a kid and you would put a dandelion under your chin to see if you liked butter if the skin bloomed yellow. 

The makeup did its job well enough, but you added a lace collar to hide the blemish further. Your hands shook as you clasped it in place. A lot of weight was placed on you tonight and the rest of the gala. You couldn’t mess this up. 

A rapping on the hotel door spiked your heart rate up. There was no more pushing it off. Walking out from the bathroom, Mikey and Kakucho were talking. They cease their conversation to see you in your glory. While Mikey’s expression softened, Kakucho was stone cold. He knew what tonight meant and he despised when you worked. 

“You ready?” Kakucho asked. 

“One moment,” You went back to your luggage to pull a pair of designer heels from a box and slipped them on. They barely added any height, maybe about an inch. 

Both men were dressed to the nines. Kakucho forgone a tie and vest to leave his chest on display as usual. You forced your focus to Mikey’s face. He looked good in a suit. Perfectly tailored to his form, you couldn’t even tell how skinny the man had become. 

Ready, you followed the men out of the room and back to the hellish elevator. The rest of Bonten was already at the gala hosted in the ballroom and bar of the hotel. Everyone was in their positions, it was time for you to slide against the board to your place. Mikey was playing a game of chess and you were mere pawns to his goal. 

Balling and releasing your hand, you stepped into the elevator. 

“Y/n,” Mikey called and you turned to him. “What is expected of you?”

Clearing your throat, your relayed the mission, “I am to scope out the governor’s son and entertain him by any means necessary.”

The words hurt to say. This would be the first job since the incident where you were expected to sleep with a client. Mikey picked apart at how you clenched up. 

“Don’t let last time become a pattern.”

Jutting out your jaw, you bit out, “Yes, Mikey.”

At your words, the elevator doors parted and you were hit with the buzz of people mingling. You three went your own ways to fulfill the mission. With fervor, you crossed the foyer into the ballroom. There was no bodyguard to check if you were meant to be there. Being in the hotel was more than enough of an indicator of your importance. Needing a drink before you advanced your hunt, you clomped to the bar. 

Already in full swing, it was near impossible to flag down a bartender. You huffed in irritation, a pout on your lips.

“No luck?” A voice asked to your right. 

You jolted and spun around to see a handsome, older man inclining against the bar, his focus completely on you. He was far older than the other men in Bonten, maybe close to Takeomi’s age, but definitely in his forties. His hair was parted to the side with it pleasantly slicked back and an inky hue. A pair of glasses framed his kind face though something darker lurked in how he smiled. 

Slapping your work persona on, you pouted further, “Not at all.”

He laughed at your tone. “Didn’t expect it to be so busy so soon?”

“Can you read my mind?” You playfully teased.

He leaned in closer, already enjoying the game you started. “Don’t need to with how obvious your pout is.”

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. 

He took the sound in stride, “What drink does the princess want?”

You stuffed down how you wanted to retch at the nickname. Men are so easy. Tapping your lip, you pretend to think, “How about a whiskey sour?”

“Consider it done.” 

You were prepared to swallow the second-hand embarrassment when he was going to act more important than he was, but the second he raised his hand a bartender was flocking towards him. Your eyebrows raised at the display. 

“What can I get you, Sir?” 

“A whiskey sour for the lady and scotch for me, please.”

“Right away.”

He turned back to you, a smug glimmer in his eyes, “Impressive, right?”

“Can’t say it isn't,” You propped your hip against the barstool and pivoted all your attention to him. He was obviously a man of importance, but you wanted him to admit it to you.

“Just the perks of being the guest of honor,” he bragged, but it wasn’t bloated, moreso whimsy. 

“Guest of honor?” You teased, suspicious.

“Not too fond of politics I presume.”

“Never really cared for it, no,” You rebounded back at him.

His eyebrow raised, he knew more than he let on and so did you. “You really don’t know who I am?”

You stifled the smirk.

Leaning into your ear, he whispered, “Fukuda Daiki. Ring a bell?” 

Bingo.

“Ahh!” You proclaimed, “You’re the governor’s son, no?”

The bartender came back with both your drinks. He grabbed his and slightly raised it in the air to point at himself, “In all my glory.”

“Alright then, Mr. Fukuda, why are you amongst the common folk?”

His free hand waved flippantly, “Please, call me Daiki, Mr. Fukuda is too stuffy.”

“You didn’t answer my question, Daiki,” You called out.

Shining in interest, he seemed oddly pleased, “Well, if you want to know so bad, why don’t we go somewhere more private.” 

Taking his lead, you knocked back the rest of your drink and placed your hand in his outstretched one. The crowd parted for him and you caught the eye of Mikey. He clutched his glass, watching as Daiki took you to the more secluded areas of the bar. Further down was a darkened area with velvet booths. Many officials and gangsters conversed about who knows what. 

You slid into the seat and he mirrored you on the other side. Surprisingly, he kept a respectable distance. The older man gestured towards the wine in a bucket of ice. You nodded your head. He grabbed the two glasses and began pouring the blood-like liquid into the cups for each of you. 

Taking your own, you took a sip and savored the deep flavor. He did the same. 

“So what is so secretive that you had to pull me into the shadows?” You questioned over the rim.

He smacked his lips together, before answering, “When your father is as important as mine is, you have to be careful. Let’s just say, I like to dabble in unsavory hobbies. To watch my back, I have to watch other’s.”

The governor’s son’s words were cryptic, but you understood what he was putting down. You knew full well the type of ‘hobbies’ he engaged in, that’s why you were here, in this fancy hotel filled with fancy people. 

You crossed your legs and purposely had the tip of your heel glide against his shin. Bending over with your cleavage on display, you quipped, “What kind of unsavory hobbies.”

His eyes bounced to your exposed chest and back to you, “I think you know already.”

A smirk played on your lips as you took another sip of your drink. The warmth was starting to hit you. More hazy than before, you continued your game, “And would you want me to contribute to this hobby?”

His throat bobbed, his head probably already filled with images of you in precarious positions. “Who wouldn’t.”

The sentiment caught you slightly off guard and you instinctively smiled at the compliment.  Not many men were so upfront with how much they found you attractive. The words were often crude and straight to the point. 

Thinking of an answer, your eyes strayed to the rest of the party. Back to where most of the gaggle was, Takeomi was conversing with Daiki’s father. The old man let out a full belly laugh and clapped a hand onto Takeomi’s shoulder. You could assume his part of the mission was falling into place. Persuade him to elect his son while you entrance the son to favor Bonten, a neat domino effect. 

Angling your focus back to the man in front of you, you told him your thoughts. “Not many men are so sweet with their words.”

Daiki laughed, content that he appeased you. He opened his mouth, but was interrupted by his phone ringing. “Hold that thought.”

When he answered the phone, his expression fell and sighed. After telling whoever was on the other line he would be right there and hung up, he placed his phone on the table. 

"I must go."

"Oh," You answered sadly, but your heart skipped a beat in fear.

"Will I see you again this weekend?" 

"If you are willing."

He got up from his seat and knocked his knuckle against the table, contemplating. "Meet me here again, tomorrow night."

"I look forward to it." 

And with that he was gone, fading into the crowd of people. Finally alone with yourself, you slouched into the seat and heavily exhaled. You dropped your face into your hands, careful not to ruin your makeup. Groaning, you goggled your wine glass, contemplating if you should finish it off or not. 

Before you could settle on a decision a familiar, obnoxious voice came barrelling towards you. Sanzu with a girl tucked under his arm and Mikey in toe came to disturb your moment of peace. The pink haired man slid in, the girl following him. Mikey went to your other side, trapping you to the booth. 

Sanzu slung his arm over your shoulder and wrenched you to him. He was obviously cross faded, his pupils blown out and alcohol tainted his breath. 

“So our little star of the show, how did it go?” The implication of did you fuck up again hung in the air.

“Good. He had to leave, but he asked to meet again tomorrow night.”

He bobbed his head enthusiastically, a hum as his answer. You turned to Mikey to see if you gained his approval. He conveyed nothing, staring at Sanzu’s arm around your neck. Prickling, you tried to rip it off you, but Sanzu only culled you closer.

“I think that calls to celebrate.” 

He reached over to grab the wine in the middle of the table and offered it to you. You shook your head, trying to pull away. His forearm dug into your larynx, choking you. Putting the cork between his teeth, he ripped it off and spat it out somewhere into the room. 

“Come on, Whore, drink.”

Sanzu shoved the bottle into your mouth and tipped it so the wine spilled into your mouth faster than you could swallow. You clawed at his arm and kicked your feet while your eyes clenched closed. The girl, too high to think, started to chant for you to chug. 

The liquid spilled from the corners of your mouth and down your neck, staining your dress. You whimpered and squirmed, but you were helpless. Like an animal on its back, you lashed out and rammed your elbow so hard into Sanzu’s stomach, he coughed. Naturally, he removed himself from you and cradled his stomach, keeled over. 

“You fucking bitch!” 

The sound of you dry heaving drowned out his indignant cries. Mikey did nothing as you pushed past the need to vomit. Bored of you already, Sanzu went back to entertaining the girl. You were a mess. 

Tears flowed over and you glared into your lap, sticky and wet. Your brother blew out a puff of air and moved to get out of the booth. 

“Let's get you cleaned up.” 

Following his lead, you both left Sanzu to his own devices. He was no help now, anyway. Wiping your cheeks in an attempt to save some piece of dignity, you followed him back into the foyer and into the elevator. 

The dinging of each floor was monotonous. When you reached your floor, you basically ran back in the room. Mikey opened the door with ease. While you took off your collar, he peeled the blazer off. He must have felt as stuffy as you did with all the layers constricting him. 

“Go run a bath, I will join you in a second.”

Never one to disobey his orders, you were happy to take a soak in the affluence tub. Skinning the soaked dress from you, you mourn the garment. You only hoped, you could get the stains out somehow. 

Walking over to the knobs, you rotate them both, favoring the hot valve. While the water ran, you took the fancy bottles and poured soap in the mix. As the bath frothed, you stripped your panties off. 

The water was at sufficient height so you twisted the knobs to their former state. Your foot reeled back at the heat, but you urged your way in. The bubbly, hot water hugged you and you moaned in relief. You sunk into the deep tub until only your head popped out. 

Mikey appeared once again, this time adorned in his undone shirt and pants. Swimming to the edge of the bath, you watched as he shrugged off his shirt. Along with the Bonten tattoo at the nape of his neck, a tiger in a classic yakuza style art spanned the whole length and width of his back. The tattoo was paired with swirling lilies. Even though Mikey had lost weight, his back rippled with muscle. 

He shredded his pants and boxers as well. You averted your gaze when his cock came into view. Despite being flaccid, you could tell he was on the bigger side. Swimming to the other side, you gave him enough room to step in. He, too, welcomed the warmth of the bath and sunk down beside you.

Mikey tugged and manhandled you until your back rested against his chest. You slipped down a little and he comfortably rested his chin on top of your head. Chin in the water, you blew at the bubbles that floated near you. Arms wrapped tight around your chest and stomach, you melted further into him. There was nowhere else to go. 

“How did the mission really go?”

Whatever serenity you had was zapped from you. You bristled, “I wasn’t lying.”

He hummed in response. 

You pulled away from him and endured him head on, a grimace on your visage and pressed, “I’m not lying.”

“I never said you were.”

Kneeling between his legs, he caged you in. 

“You’re implying it.”

He turned you back around and went back to hugging you. Mikey exhaled and sagged into your hair. 

“Does Sanzu do that often?” He changed the subject.

“Torment me?” You scoffed.

“I suppose.”

Another mass of bubbles drifted by you and you cupped it. Spinning in Mikey’s hold, you placed the bubbles onto his head. He offered a nostalgic smile. 

Morphing the tiny air pockets into a cone shape, you answered, “Sanzu hates me and has no qualms making it known.”

“I will speak to him about it.”

Your hands stopped. “Don’t.”

“And why not?”

“Because then he’s just going to do it more, but in secret. You know very well, better than most, how hard it is to reel Sanzu in.”

He gripped your wrists and kissed your knuckles. The same feeling from earlier today drifted back in. It was in rare moments did you find comfort with him. But you weren’t fooled, not by his caring and attentive words. You were no better than a butterfly pinned to a bulletin board.

IMAGO

Tonight was the last night of the gala. A lot of weight was on your shoulders to seal the deal with the governor’s son. The ballroom was bustling and in full swing. All the booths were filled to the brim, the gaggle of designer clothes and pearl necklaces suffocated. This life wasn’t meant to be yours, but here you were, meeting a politician for the third night in a row. 

In spite of the circumstances, you liked his company. You knew full well he indulged in flesh and drugs, but he was kind. A kindness rarely offered to you. He knew what you were and you knew what he craved, there was no lingering, unspoken tension.

He enjoyed the game you played, the back and forth. Will he seal the deal or won’t he? A small part of you wondered if Daiki did this to keep your attention. Well, he had it. 

Resting your hand on your chin, you smiled at him.

“What?” 

You tilted your head, “You know if you closed the deal with Bonten, you could have me whenever you wanted.” 

Usually you would beat around the bush more, but you were on a tight schedule and Mikey’s glare burned into your temple. From across the room, up on the balcony, he wasn't subtle with how he stared. 

Daiki’s face rose in surprise, “Oh?” 

“Mhmm,” you crooned, “not just me, but any girls in the clubs, you could have without having to be sneaky. Bonten is all about secrecy. Nothing you want to be exposed, won’t. You rub our backs, we rub yours.”

He adjusted his glasses, “And where does this all lead to? I could have the same offer from any other gang.”

“But will any other gang secure your place as governor of Kyoto?” You were making a huge gamble giving away Bonten’s hand, but there was nothing else you could say. Your hand was a dud. 

“You’re promising a very dangerous thing, Love,” His voice had an edge, both a threat and anticipation. He wanted what you dangled in front of his face, but, he too, didn’t know it was worth the risk. 

“I am not promising, I am telling you. You will win this election with Bonten’s help and in return you will solidify Bonten’s safety. We know you run the police force.”

He dropped his head and took his glasses off. Running a hand down his face, he seemed tired. As you went to survey Mikey, your eye caught something else. 

A jolt sent your body into overdrive. Though his hair was longer, you couldn’t miss the black and yellow strands. The colors swirled and plagued your dreams for years. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get him out of your mind. The smile, the tattoos, and the audible clunk of metal against bone.

Quite frankly, you had been in a haze for years but seeing Hanma’s visage woke you up. It all came crashing into you: why you were here, who was the source of this. And why your darling older sister was dead and you paid the price for it.

To the others far up in the balcony, they wouldn’t recognize him. His hair was no longer short and covered most of his visage. Hanma’s hands were tucked into his pockets as he glided through the crowd. You did a double take. It couldn’t be him, you refused to believe it.

Dread filled your stomach and the wine wasn’t helping. Glancing back up at the balcony, Mikey was gone. You were on your own. 

“You alright?” Daiki’s voice reeled you from your stupor. 

Regarding him, you were angry. Angry that you had to sell yourself to secure safety for a gang who offered you nothing. You looked back to see Hanma’s figure round the corner, away from the bustle. Sure, you were terrified, but you needed to know.

“I’m sorry,” Was all you said as you whisked yourself away from the booth.

He called for you, but you breezed past him. With Mikey no longer watching, the leash was slacked. You shoved past the people, not caring about their spitting complaints. For once in your life, you clawed and tore towards what you wanted. Your vision tunneled onto his form. Everything was tight and the air thinned, either from the bodies pressed into you or the anxiety. 

Like a caterpillar popping out of a cocoon, you were spat out from the horde. The hallway was barely away from the party with the sounds of laughing present in your ears. You walked further down until you were a different part of the hotel. It was hardly secluded, anyone could walk in, but it was far enough no one would notice you were gone. 

There, reclined against the wall was the very man responsible for your torment. Sure, Kisaki was the one who commanded the hit, but Hanma was the executioner. Nothing really changed about him besides he visibly looked drained. He said nothing while he leered at you. 

“Why?” Your voice tumbled out weaker than you intended.

“Why what?” He dared to say.

You stomped right up to him and screeched, “Why! Why, why, why, why?” Each word was emphasized with a hit to his torso. 

Hanma did nothing to stop you and peered down from over his nose with zero empathy. You were breaking, both you and him knew it. 

“After all these years, you dared to show your face after what you and Kisaki did. Do you understand what I had to go through because Mikey was terrified of you and Kisaki would come for me, too? Where is he anyway, hiding under your skirts like the coward he is?”

Hanma tilted his head in confusion, “Kisaki’s dead. Had been for almost a decade. Mikey was there when he died.”

You stumbled back. You shook your head, “No, no, no. You’re lying.”

“Why would I lie about my own best friend being dead? That’s too cruel, even for me.”

A laugh pierced your chest. You doubled over and clutched your stomach as more giggles poured out. All this time, he was lying to you. There was never a boogey man in the shadows waiting to gobble you up. 

Catching your breath, you asked between cackles, “And why are you here, just to torment me? Haven’t you done enough?”

Hanma’s face twitched, “No, I’m here for another reason. Us meeting is purely a coincidence.”

A part of you didn’t want to believe him. Everything you had been told for years had been a lie. Rapid footsteps came from the other hall, sending Hanma into motion. You didn’t even watch as he disappeared, not even caring when rough hands spun you around. 

“What the fuck did you do?” Kakucho seethed. 

You could only laugh as tears painted your appearance, your perfect makeup ruined. “How long?”

“What?”

“How long did you know that Kisaki was dead,” You spat out the last word.

Kakucho’s nose scrunched, “How-?”

“How do I know? Because Hanma fucking Shuji just told me. He was just here!”

You started to spiral again and Kakucho shook you, trying to get you to snap out of it. “That doesn’t matter. Do you understand how much you fucked up? Mikey is pissed!”

At the sound of your brother’s name, you hiccupped. It was all happening too fast, it was too much. “I’m s-sorry.”

Kakucho beckoned you into his embrace. His thick arms squeezed you tight to his chest as if he could protect you in his rib cage. Heaven knew how much he wanted to save you from Mikey. He was just as terrified for you since Mikey was on a warpath. Half of him wanted to advocate for you, but if he did, then he would expose you both. 

But, the click of a gun being cocked back went straight through his body. He sagged against you, knowing the jig was up and so did you. From over Kakucho’s shoulder was your brother, a pistol greeted you. 

Separating from Kakucho, you both confronted him dead on. Nothing in him wavered as he kept the gun pointed at you. Your knees buckled and you almost pissed yourself with his clenched jaw and narrowed eyes. 

“Not even going to try and explain yourself?”

Like a kicked dog, you only whimpered out a pathetic, “No.”

“You know Sanzu told me to watch out for Kakucho,” your head sprung up at that, betrayed that he tattled anyway. You should have known better, “But I really wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. Now look at what you made me do.”

He flicked his wrist over to Kakucho instead of you. “Wait!” You screeched as you put yourself in front of Kakucho. “Don’t do this.”

“And why shouldn’t I? Why shouldn’t I teach a cheating, lying whore like you a lesson?”

You bit your tongue not to froth that he had been the one lying to you the whole time.

“You need Kakucho! Don’t let this cloud the fact you need him to keep Bonten at the top.” He kept the gun raised and you started to get frantic. “Manjiro-nii, please!”

Silver metal stared you down. Mikey growled before uncocking the gun and shoving it into the back of his pants. Stomping towards you, he snagged your arm and ripped you from Kakucho. You dared not glance back at him. Mikey was volatile as is. 

“We will just discipline you in a different way then.”

Your hand was going numb, losing circulation with how tight he cuffed you. As you both turned the corner, he whipped his head back to Kakucho and barked, “We aren’t done here.”

Kakucho nodded his head solemnly, accepting his fate. Departing away from him, you stared straight ahead. You refused to let your possible last moment with Kakucho with him so defeated. 

Mikey walked you both into the throes of the gala. You squirmed, embarrassed you were being tugged along like a misbehaving child. Some people watched in curiosity of the woman with streaky makeup passing by, others were too indulged in their drinks.

“Let me go,” You begged.

“Quiet.”

You clamped your mouth shut. As you crossed the room, you passed by Sanzu. His snickers rang in your ear. Seething, you attempted to turn and bark at him, but Mikey snuffed your chance. He moved his hand to clamp on your nape, forcing your head down.

“Manjiro,” You said, your neck creaked from the motion. 

His fingernails bit into the flesh, “Didn’t I tell you to keep your mouth shut.”

Cutting across through the foyer, you nodded your head as you went to the elevator. The elevators yawned to let you in and luckily you two were alone. It's not like anyone would come to help you. 

Mikey’s palm was a hot iron. The numbers ticked up and you were restricted to stare at the floor. You couldn’t even see the expression he was making, for better or for worse. When the elevator stretched to accommodate you two, Mikey shoved you out. His heels clicked against the marble, but this time it brought no satisfaction. 

Ripping the hotel door open, he threw you so hard you stumbled over your heels and fell. Your hip and elbow took the brunt of the fall. Like a worshiper at the feet of their god, you gazed up at Mikey. If only you knew how pretty the lighting made you. 

“Stay here and don’t fucking move. I have to now clean up the mess you created. I have been too lenient with you and I guess Kakucho, too.”

“Don’t hurt him!” You cried as you crawled to hug his leg, “Please.”

His eyes were an inky apathy. He kicked you off him, “You aren’t in the place to make such demands.”

Coughing, you curled into a ball at the hit to your vulnerable stomach. Leaving you to rot, he slammed the door closed. There was a strange beep and a rock slipped into your stomach. Scrambling to stretch yourself up, you raced to the hotel door. You rattled the knob and were met with resistance. Why you were surprised he found a way to child-lock the door is beyond you.

“Manjiro! Manjiro, open the door!” You screamed and pounded on the door. Even going to the extent to slam your shoulder against it, but by now he was long gone. You were trapped. 

You marched away from the slab of wood and began to pace. Pulling at your strands, you heaved a primal screech. The world was falling out from under you. Collapsing on the bed and hanging your head in your hands, nothing made sense. Well, it made perfect sense. Mikey had been lying to you for years and same with Kakucho. The latter broke more than the former. 

And now, because of you, Kakucho was going to be slaughtered. You flew too close to the sun and he was the one being burned. 

Kisaki hadn’t been a threat for a decade, Hanma said. So when Mikey swiped you from your life, it was all fallacies to entrap you in his ever growing web. Walking to the window, you tried to wipe away his sticky residue. 

You knew it was pointless to try and escape. Peering out the glass, it was a long way down with no way of surviving the jump. For a brief moment you contemplated doing it anyway. A darker, more vengeful part of you wanted to do it out of pure spite for Mikey pushing you over the edge. Though, no matter what, you couldn’t do that to him. The aftermath would be atomic.  

With nothing else to do, you went back to the bed and sank into the sheets. Your leg shook the frame from your anxiety. You felt like you were being sent to the gallows and you might as well be. 

Hours later a familiar beeping bellowed in the vacant cage. Springing up, Mikey walked through the door, more haggard than before. Your eyes flew all over his frame to sniff out a spot of blood. You sagged your shoulders when you found nothing. 

Besides that, you didn’t move an inch. You kept your eyes on him like a nervous dog. No words were exchanged as he strolled over to the bed. At the elevated height difference, you craned your neck to hold his gaze. His eyes were the same empty void. He gripped your chin to demand contact. 

Mikey’s thumb trailed down the basically healed bruise, a soft yellow visible. He dug the appendage into your jugular until you instinctively flinched back. Your hands shot up to grab his wrist. This only angered him further and he shook your face. 

Whimpering, you scrunched your nose from the pain. 

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He fumed, bending down at the waist to bump his nose to yours.

“You’re hurting me!”

He only tightened his grip, “Good. I had to clean up your mess, again.” “You wouldn’t have to if you didn’t force me into this life.”

“Oh boo hoo, how awful of me to protect you.”

You slapped his wrist and kicked into his thigh, “You weren’t protecting me at all! You’re sick and only want me for yourself.”

Mikey twisted your arm and shoved you into the bed with your face smushed into the sheets. “Maybe so.” 

He pulled you up until your back was against his chest. Clamping his hand against your nape once more, he directed you to the door. 

“W-where are we going?” 

“I said I was going to punish you, didn’t I?”

You did not like the implications of his words, at all. In no time you were back at the gala. The crowd hadn’t thinned out, laughter polluted the air. Mikey took you to a different direction than the booths, and up the stairs to the balcony. Watching over the masses, the twisting, golden railing was more a cage than anything. 

He guided you further down the hall until you hit an archway with an unassuming door. At the frame was Sanzu waiting for you both. Your heart dropped into your stomach, to be eaten by the acid. His smile was wolfish and hungry. Today was the day Sanzu had been anticipating for God knows how long. 

More lamb than human, you shrunk back, terrified of what laid await in the den. Sanzu twisted the door open with apparent giddiness. The room was similar to the hotel rooms, but obviously for private lounging rather than a sleeping area. Velvet sofas similar to the booths crowded around a coffee table. 

On one sofa were the Haitani Brothers with Kakucho between. The couch was wide enough for all of them to manspread. Rindou had a bored expression, resting his chin against his fist with his elbow on the arm of the couch. Ran was the more giddy of the two, like a kid on Christmas. And Kakucho, your sweet Kakucho, was so crushed. A black eye swelled his scarred eye shut. At least it wasn’t his seeing one. 

Sanzu basically skipped to the chair by the couch. Cozying up into the velvet, he placed his hands on his lap, shoulders shuddering in delight. “Let’s get this started.”

“Shut the fuck up, Sanzu,” Mikey ordered. 

Said man, brought you to the couch across from where the other man sat. Sanzu closed his mouth, but wasn’t offended in the slightest. Of course, he wouldn’t, he was too far up Mikey’s ass. 

Mikey sat down while he brought you between his thighs, facing him. He ran his hand up and down your waist. Whatever was going on, you weren’t liking it. 

“Undress.”

Silence filled the room. Your jaw dropped, agape and in awe. 

“What?”

His hand dug into the meat of your hips, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Mikey’s word was law. Already shaking in fear, you brought your hand to the zipper in the back and slid it down while staring him down. He matched your glower. The dress fell limp and flowed until it pooled at your feet.

Knowing that you facing him gave you the confidence to strip, your brother spun you around. This was supposed to be a punishment and he wanted you to bathe in every bit of humiliation. 

Arrayed in just your bra and panties, you were tempted to cover yourself up. The other men tore into you with their famished eyes. Sanzu was especially elated. He never relished in anything more than your ignominy. Behind you, Mikey unhooked your bra. He tugged it off roughly and you almost stumbled at the jab. 

You would think after years of undressing for countless people, embarrassment would have left your system, but your cheeks steamed. Ran adjusted himself in his seat. Out of the men in the room, only the Haitani Brothers haven’t seen you naked. Not wanting to dip in their own supply or whatever other degrading language they used. At the end of the day, you were merely trade to them. 

Rindou indicated the most disinterested out of them all. His eyes drooped down in boredom. Despite that, those purple irises trailed up and down your form. Kakucho was downright miserable. His face was twisted in a mix of anger and shame. 

Mikey then shedded your last bit of armor. He was just as rough with ripping off your panties. You wanted to curl in on yourself. The sound of Mikey wrenching off his tie had you perk up. What is he doing?

Your arms were strained behind you, forced to sit parallel to each other. He wrapped the black tie around your forearms multiple times until they were almost fully covered and finished it off with a tight tie. You wiggled your wrists, scared. “What are you doing?” You tried to spin around but Mikey didn’t allow it. 

He manhandled you into his lap. “Quiet.”

You squirmed more, “No! Stop it.”

He swung one leg over your thighs to keep you still. None of the men moved to help either you or Mikey. They were there to enjoy the show. Mikey unbuckled his belt and ripped it from the belt loops. He growled when it got caught at the last hoop. Tears built up at the thought of him using it on you, so you struggled more.

“Relax.”

His words were no help. He raised the belt and you just about screamed, but he looped the belt around your throat. Mikey was surprisingly gentle when he thread the leather through the metal and tugged until it was firm against your neck. He spun his hand around the belt, like a leash. 

“Good dog,” He praised with no emotion. 

Mikey fixed you properly on his lap so your ass perked up. With his free hand, he rubbed up and down your bottom. You rested your forehead on the couch. A scream ripped through you followed by a sob when his palm slapped into the fat of your ass. The sound was muffled by the furniture and Mikey wasn’t having it. 

Yanking the belt, he pressed your head to face the men.

"Now you want to act all shy? Not too long ago you were whoring yourself out to my men," His tone conveyed the anger he kept at bay.

Your eyes met Kakucho before you looked down in shame. He slapped you again and a sob broke out. 

“He barely started and you already look this pathetic?” Sanzu teased vindictively. 

You gritted your teeth when Mikey hit harder and to keep from falling for Sanzu’s bait. He was right, your brother barely commenced and you were in agony. 

“How long?” Mikey asked.

Dropping your head, you were perplexed, “What?”

“How long,” He heeded Kakucho, “were you two going behind my back.”

“Ten months,” Kakucho answered for you and you collapsed further. 

Mikey dug his nails into the meat of your thigh. It stung and you tried to have him release you. Anger bubbled over and he smacked your thigh so hard the air left your lungs. 

“Ten months, you were fucking my Number Three without my knowledge. I ought to fucking murder you both, but I decided to be merciful,” He looked directly at you, “say thank you.”

“Thank you,” He dug his nails further, “T-thank you, Manjiro-nii.”

Ran laughed at that, “Wow, you are sick.” 

Mikey ignored Ran, too focused on you. “I think ten strikes would make it sink in. Count or else I will start from the beginning.”

You trembled, not once has Mikey ever gotten violent with you. He wasn’t kind by any means, but he wasn’t one for physical punishments. 

His hand striked where his nails culled blood from your skin and you screamed, he wasn’t holding back. “Count, I won’t remind you again.”

“O-one! I’m sorry.”

He cooed, “I liked the apology, add that onto it.”

Clenching your restrained hands into balls, you prepared for the next hit. Muscles strung too tight like a bow. Drawing it out, Mikey waited until your tendons grew tired of being strained did he slap you. His palm hit your ass this time. 

“Two, I’m sorry!” 

He rubbed out the heat radiating from your bottom, but it only irritated it more. Against your stomach, his bulge poked you. Your squirming was giving him some sort of relief. Your sobs sparked his chest to heave, short of breath. 

Pushing the thought away, he went back to your punishment. He striked your right cheek in the same place twice and you kicked your feet. 

“Three, Four, I’m sorry.”

Snot poured from your nose and into the couch. The world started to blur from the pain. You weren’t even half way through it and you don’t know if you can handle anymore. Mikey hit your left cheek this time, more towards your back than your thighs. 

“Five, I’m sorry,” You whimpered. 

Your brother dragged the makeshift leash so you faced him. His gaze inhaled your broken expression. Makeup, tears and snot was smeared all over your visage. To him, you never looked so beautiful. 

“Such a good dog for me.”

Those words only made it worse. Out of your peripheral, Mikey’s hand raised and hit the middle of your ass, irritating both already smarting cheeks. 

“S-six, I’m sorry!”

He tugged the belt again and you scanned at the other men. Sanzu was cupping his hardened cock and Ran was no better. He rubbed the heel of his palm into his crotch through his dress pants. Rindou was now leaned over, elbows on his knees. Kakucho has his fists in his lap. He looked about ready to spring up and pull you from Mikey’s lap. But the matching bulge in his pants gave away, in a sick way, he was enjoying the display. 

You screeched when Mikey spanked you with no warning. Your head fell back down and you groaned, feet curled in. 

“Numb—” Mikey started, but you cut him off.

“Seven, seven! I’m sorry, please don’t start over, I can’t,” You groveled. 

“Don’t let it happen again,” Instilling the lesson, he spanked you with fervor.

Crying, a headache forming, you sobbed, “Eight, I’m sorry.”

You were so close to being done, but the knowledge only made it worse. Mikey was in a cruel mood and he was going to drag this out until he was satisfied. He pinched the fat of your ass, humming when you yelped. He trailed his focus down to between your legs. Deft fingers dipped into where your cunt was. To your misfortune, wetness built up from his actions. 

“Are you seriously wet from this?” He mocked.

“S-stop it.”

Mikey shoved two fingers into your hole, your butt raised up in shock. “Don’t act like you aren’t enjoying this.”

Your syrupy cunt sucked him in as he scissored his fingers. He watched in fascination as your hole gaped slightly for him. Twisting the appendages, he was sure to brush against your g-spot, but offered no real stimulation. You canted your hips up more, begging for something, anything.

He ripped his fingers from you and slapped his hand down so hard, it licked your tailbone. Screaming, you kicked your feet at the ache shooting up your spine. 

“Nine, I’m sorry!”

Mikey wasn’t going to be merciful. The same fingers coated in your slick brushed over your tailbone and slotted between the cleft of your ass. Your thighs clenched in fear. He momentarily dropped the leash to pry your leg open. Nails digging into the meat, you shuttered when his fingers stroked your untouched back hole. He did nothing more than press into the puffy ring.

“Fuck,” A voice grunted at the other side of the room. It sounded like Ran, but you weren’t positive. 

Mikey didn’t dip in and moved his attention back to your cunt. “For another day,” He promised.

Scooping more of your slick from you, he drifted to your clit and swirled. He plucked moans from you and had your body melt into putty. His hands played with you to his own contentment. Pleasure shot up into your stomach, warming it. Mikey knew exactly how to have you fall into his hands. As you thawed into his thighs, stomach heavy on his hardened cock, he striked for the last time. 

His palm hit hard against your already smarting flesh and your ears rang for a brief moment. 

“Ten, I’m sorry,” The words were pathetic.

Finally done with your punishment, you sobbed more freely. Being taken over his knee like a child was too much for your brain to process. He worked you through it, stroking your upper back to soothe you. 

Mikey adjusted you so you sat sideways on his lap. The rough texture of his pants dug into your burning bottom. His hand cradled the back of your head while you curled into his neck. Your brother shushed you and rocked you back and forth. 

When you were more calm, he sighed into your ear, “We aren’t done yet.”

You shot straight up and gawked at him, eyes wide in fear. He grabbed the back of the collar and gripped to keep you in place. Your panicked eyes bounced to the other men in the room. They were all at the edge of their seats, like a movie finally hit its climax. As Mikey unzipped his pants, Kakucho exhibited he was about ready to leap, but Rindou placed an arm against the back of the sofa, tethering him. 

“W-what’s going on?” 

Mikey lifted his hips up a little, you still on his thigh and yanked down his pants and boxers. His cock sprang from its confines. Mikey wasn’t the biggest, but his length wasn’t anything to scoff at. A little longer than five inches and girthy. You were petrified, not once have you seen his dick fully. He was always the one giving you pleasure, with an unspoken promise never to touch you like that.

You didn’t like the implications of him exposing himself. Slouching further down the couch, Mikey grabbed your waist and sat you back on his thighs, facing the other men. They all knew something you didn’t. Grabbing the belt, he brought you down to rest all your weight on him. He didn’t so much grunt. 

He splayed a hand on your back and pushed you down a little, giving him a full view of your pussy. Taking his cock in his hand, he guided it to your hole. You tried to scramble away, but he tugged the leash so hard, you collapsed completely on him. 

“Manjiro-nii, please! Don’t do this, you-you promised,” You begged to deafened ears. 

Sanzu moaned lightly at your distress. Back firmly to his chest, Mikey pushed further into you, cockhead catching the ring of muscles. Your walls spasmed as he forced you further down to take all of him. You cried as your pussy stretched to accommodate his size. 

“How the fuck are you so tight,” Mikey grunted. 

He had one hand on your hip using it as leverage to push you down. Moaning, you twitched when he bottomed out inside you. Your hips flushed to his. Mikey basked in finally being inside you. He dreamed of this day.

“God, what a whore,” Rindou said. His voice was breathy with a laugh at the end. 

“Yeah,” His brother replied, “look at how wet she is from her brother fucking her. We should record it and sell it. I bet we would make a lot of money.”

You felt like an object more than usual. Mikey did nothing to stop their taunts, if anything, he welcomed it. Hand wrapped around the leather, he kept you tied to him. Your walls spasmed around him and Mikey couldn’t take it any longer. The hand on your hip moved to coil around your waist, hugging you. 

Secured, he thrusted his hips up, bullying his cock further up. You screeched when he banged against your cervix. The pain had you clenching tighter around him. Taking that as motivation, he pistoned his hips into you over and over. 

Your head lolled back to rest against his shoulder. Eyes slipping closed, Mikey tugged the belt, digging into your larynx. Your bound hands spasmed as he choked you. 

“Look at them.”

Lips tingling from the lack of oxygen, you followed his orders. The men were in varying states. Sanzu gathered his cock from his trousers and was stroking himself to the rhythm of Mikey’s thrusts. Both the brothers were still clothed, but were rubbing themselves through their pants. Kakucho was seething in his seat. His cock was hard. How could you blame him, when your pretty moans blessed his ears. But he knew you didn’t want this. 

“They are like slobbering puppies,” He spoke into your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive neck, “Whimpering and howling for what’s mine.”

At the last word, he bit the shell of your ear. 

“Manjiro-nii…”

His thrusts were becoming too much. He tilted his hips again to repeatedly bump into the spongy spot deep inside you. A loud moan ruptured from your chest and he groaned at the sound. Basking in the unwanted pleasure, your eyes hazed over and began to slip closed.

The bit of leather into your almost healed throat had your lid shoot up. 

“Eyes. Open,” Mikey ordered, puncturing your cunt with each word. 

You wiggled, and gripped the front of his shirt, your bound hands unable to do anything else. Black creeped in your vision as he didn’t let up. 

“You’re killing her!” Kakucho cried.

It was hard to process his words as Mikey only pulled harder.

Sanzu laughed, “Stop being dramatic.”

If Mikey didn’t stop, you were going to pass out. A strangled noise broiled up as your toes curled. Just as the room faded did Mikey let up on his grip. A cough escaped you as you tried to hunch forward to catch your breath. Your brother rooted you back to his chest. Instinctively, your body constricted, ready for more pain.

Your cunt tightened up in response. Mikey almost whimpered at how much you were squeezing him. He wasn’t going to last. Reaching down, the hand around your waist brushed against your puffy, neglected clit.

Yelping, you shied away from his touch. Mikey chased you to rub circles into the bundle of nerves. Wanting, no—he needed you to reach your end with him. The other men quickened their pace as well. 

Mikey wrenched the belt back again to cut off your air supply. His thrusts were sloppy and uncoordinated, but didn’t have any less power to them. Pinching your clit until you sobbed out, he rammed himself as far as he could go. Your cunt spasmed around his cock as you came.

The world faded into black and white, mouth agape to moan and to beg for air. Mikey bit down on your shoulder as he came right behind you. His cum was hot and claimed your walls. He gave some weak thrusts, gently guiding you both through the rest of your orgasm. 

Slumping against him did he finally release his hold on the belt. You doubled over as you coughed and sputtered to gain your breath. Drool dripped down from your bottom lip. 

Mikey tugged you into his embrace this time by your shoulders but you screamed in fear, terrified of being strangled again. Your eyes searched frantically all over the room, trying to process what happened. 

“Get out,” Mikey snapped at the other men. 

Knowing their play time was done, they leisurely walked out of the room. Kakucho tried to linger, but Ran pushed him along. For you or for Kakucho, no one knows.

When the door was firmly closed, Mikey lifted you up from his cock. You cringed as his cooling cum drooled out from your winking cunt. He softly placed you to the side of him. Swiftly he untied his tie from your forearms and set you free. You brought your arms back to your front and rolled your wrists in hopes to ease the tingling. Next was the belt. You cowered away when his fingers brushed against you. 

Mikey exhaled as he unlooped the belt and freed you from your physical leash. He steered you until your head rested on his lap. When you weren’t paying attention, he shoved his cock back into his pants. 

“I will never forgive you for this,” You muttered.

“I should be the one saying that.”

Your fist balled up once more, “I hate you. I hate you so fucking much.”

Mikey simply petted your hair as you cried. You were always fragile like butterfly wings. One brush of his finger and you would never fly again. Despite this, he clutched onto you like a careless child. If it meant breaking your very being in the process, then he would do what he must. Though as he watched you twitch and wither, a part of him regretted ripping off your pretty wings.

MORTEM

Days had passed since the gala and you hadn’t left your room. When he brought you back to the hotel room, you were silent. And you stayed silent through the whole trip home. You felt violated and dirty. Now matter how much you scrubbed in the shower, Mikey’s touch wouldn’t leave you. 

In a twisted sense, this was your wakeup call. You couldn’t handle much more or else you would shatter. Your brother left you alone for the most part. While you inverted in on yourself, he watched sadly but did nothing. 

Routinely, Mikey would come to your room and knock knowing you would not answer. Even with the key he had, he dared not unlock your door. He has pushed his boundaries as is. If anything, he was more distraught out of the both of you.

Laying in your giant bed, you didn’t let your depressed state rot you away. No, you were done being under Mikey’s thumb. Knowing that Kisaki was long since dead and Hanma had little interest in you, the danger was in your home all along. Nothing held you back anymore from starting anew. 

You had been back in the manor for about four days now and every night, you snuck out of your room to steal money. You kept it small, but enough to buy you a train and airplane ticket, far away from Japan. As a child, you always loved the countryside and you longed to go somewhere similar to the roaring mountains. Combined with the tips you had stowed away from the club, for a moment just like this, you would be fine until you found a job.

Stealing the money was easy, it was breaking into Mikey’s office to obtain all your documents and passport that had you on edge the most. Last night, you stole the last bit of what you needed, knowing it would be easier to notice missing than a couple hundred dollars. Luckily, Mikey had slipped off to bed and wasn’t slumped over in his chair. Thank whatever deity was listening that all your papers were in his office and not somewhere else. If you had to forge them, you had no idea what you would do with all the men breathing down your neck. 

Over the course of you being home, you hadn’t seen or heard of Kakucho once. Your heart broke. But what broke your heart more was that Mikey never really cared for you. You were a possession, an almost perfect sized puzzle piece to fill the gap Emma had left.

Night had fallen, moonlight poured from the window. You waited for Mikey’s knock. Right on time there was a rapping on your door. Tears broke out as you bit into your hand as he shouted your name. His voice was so sad. In another lifetime, maybe you could have been normal siblings and maybe you two could have been close and maybe Emma could still be alive and none of this would have happened. 

He sighed and his shadow moved away from the door under the crack at the bottom. You counted and counted until you were in the thousands. Silence and the bellowing winds greeted you. You hopped up from your bed, tearing the sheets from your form. 

Crawling under your bed, you grabbed the backpack and toiled it with you. Placing it on your bed, you zipped it open to make sure all you needed was still there. You had your money, documents, and a few spare clothes shoved in there. A water bottle and a few protein bars were in the front pocket, in case. 

Softly, you opened your closet and uprooted a thick winter jacket and snow boots. A flurry of snowflakes raged outside. You shoved a hat on top of your head and wrapped a scarf around your neck. Your hand lingered on your throat, the bruise finally gone despite the irritation added from Mikey’s belt. Suddenly short of breath, you shook the thoughts away. 

Pulling your hood up, you swung the backpack high on your shoulders. Your feet carried you to the window and you pushed it up. The panes got caught a couple times from the chill. You stared down at the ground below you. Your bedroom was only on the second floor, but if you weren’t careful, you could break your foot. It was also not under anyone else’s bedroom, thankfully. 

Vertigo hit you from staring at the snowy ground. 

“Fuck it.”

Steeling your resolve, you swung your legs outside the window and ducked your head. Your bottom and hands were the only thing tethering you to the ledge. Sucking an inhale, you jumped.

Swallowing a scream as air whipped in your ears. In seconds, you land on the ground with an *oof*, the snow breaking your fall. Not wasting time, you scurried away from the floor and raced away from the compound. The snow slowed you down and gave away the direction you went. Once you hit the road it was easier to run. 

You dared not loop back to the manor and picked up the pace. The subway station was only a half hour walk but you weren’t taking any chances. Booted feet slapped against concrete. Snow crunched under your weight and the cold stung your cheeks. There were a few cars that drove past you, but paid you no mind. They also had places to be. 

You couldn’t tell if it was the cold or the fear of being caught, yet a chill went down your spine. Cutting the estimated time in half, the train station was in view. Out of breath, you slowed your pace to a brisk walk. No one was waiting for the train. It made sense since it was the last train of the night. 

Gripping the backpack, you reached the empty, open train stop. As you shuffled towards the awning, you heard the clicking of the safety being switched off. 

You freezed at the familiar sound.

“Don’t make this difficult, Y/n,” Mikey said from behind you

Scared to confront  him, you stay silent and scout when the train will arrive, five minutes. You can buy time. You can be smart about this.

“I’m leaving.”

He cocked the gun, “No you’re not. You’re going to come back with me.”

Still refusing to turn around, you muttered,  “Let me go, Mikey.”

He walked closer, snow crackling beneath him. He brought the barrel to the back of your head. 

“We both know I can’t do that.”

“Why?” Three more minutes.

“You know why,” he said it like it's so simple. That it's so simple why he entangled you with him when he clearly hated you so deeply. 

“No I don’t!” You whipped around, the barrel now to your forehead. It was no longer you talking, but a seven year old you crying why her older brother doesn’t love her. 

She speaks through you, “You hated me since we were little. You always favored Emma over me and acted like my presence was a nuisance. I know it should have been me and not her, but it's not fair! It’s not fair that I have to be punished for simply being your sister!”

He gripped you and tugged you to him with the gun now at your temple. “I never hated you, not once! You aren’t a replacement for Emma, I never saw you like that. I loved you since the day I met you but it was so much different than what I have for our other siblings. It was wrong, but I had to have you.”

“You’re sick,” You seethed. This whole time he tormented you for his own twisted desires. He tarnished you with his own sullied hands. He ripped you apart, your fragile butterfly wings crumbling at his fumbling actions. 

“I don’t care what you think I am as long as you stay with me,” He clutched your face with an open palm and the heel of his hand that still held the loaded gun.

You tried to pry his hands away as the honking of the train alerts you both of its soon arrival.

“Get off me! Let me go, I hate you.”

Desperate, he kissed you, pouring into you all the love he begged to give but you didn’t want it. Not after what he did. 

You pushed against his chest, “You lied to me about Kisaki, yet you punished me for lying. You’re the real liar.”

“I had to! If I didn’t, you would never come back to me.”

“I was never yours to keep.”

“You went to fuck Kakucho in the middle of an important deal!” He was grasping at straws.

“No I didn’t! If you listened instead of going off the handle, you would know I saw Hanma. How do you think I found out Kisaki was dead?”

Mikey’s brows pinched, knowing he was in the wrong, but refused to admit it.  The train came barrelling in, tousling both of your hair. It came to a slow crawl, Mikey was out of time. 

“You’re mine.”

He bent down as if to kiss you again and you punched him so hard his head whipped to the side. Pushing him off you, you hightailed to the opened doors. 

“Don't make me shoot you!” He cried. 

Ignore his words, you raced to the gaping door.  A scream erupted when a bullet hit your shoulder. The sound was muffled by the blood pumping in your ears.  You stumbled on your feet but you clutched the bleeding arm. Going sideways, you barreled into the closing train doors. As they closed, you rested your forehead against the glass.

You jumped when Mikey slammed onto the glass, his face thunderous and filled with ill intent. He was already on the phone with someone. You could only guess who.

Smirking at him, relishing in your small victory, you raised a bloody hand and flipped him off. 

He hit the door with the butt of the gun, barely making a dent.  The train kicked into motion and you waved goodbye at him as he merely glared, watching you fly away from him.

You take a seat still clutching your bleeding arm. At this point you were surely going to pass out from either the shock or blood loss, but a smile stayed on your face. Mikey was going to have all of Japan locked down by the time you reach the end of the line, but you savored your small moment of peace.

Come morning, you were going to be slung back at the beginning. But you have done this cycle before and you were going to do it again and again until either you or Mikey break. 

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Top Gun: Fenton - Chpt 1 (Teaser)

Bout time I put this one out here. Will be up on Ao3 in the next 2 weeks!

The thing about plummeting 20,000ft through the air in the middle of the night – if you realise it's a bad idea halfway down, it's already too late. 

“Holy sh*t!” 

Admittedly, not one of Danny’s favourite ways to wake up. 

He could barely right himself as he plummeted through the dark sky in a mess of flailing limbs and flapping NASA pyjama pants. Obviously not his best look, but it wasn’t like he was prepared to wake up falling out of the sky. In fact, it wasn’t something he’d ever had to actually deal with considering he tended to defy gravity majority of the time anyway. 

Convenient, when it works, he thought saltily, still trying and failing to trigger any reciprocation from his core. Since when was he having power malfunctions? It was like he was fourteen all over again, turning his pants intangible in the school hallway. Puberty, ew. 

Danny’s lanky body flipped and folded uncontrollably like a sheet in the wind, while compressed air screamed past his ears and pulled at the skin of his face, drying out his mouth and grabbing at his eyelids painfully. How could anyone do this for fun, ever? 

Honestly, he’d pretty much accepted at this point that whatever was going on, this wasn't his fault. The last thing he remembered was falling into bed next to Sam post online doom sesh with Tucker and completely checking out of the world of consciousness – because yes he could do that now, three cheers for retirement! So, unless he could somehow teleport in his sleep, this was completely out of his control. Which was unsettling, but at least it was some comfort that he could blame someone else for once.  

A chill nipped at his arms as he plunged through more cloud cover, only this time, instead of more dark and gloom, he broke through to come face to face with perhaps the most menacing skyline he’d ever seen. 

Brutal skyscrapers stood like gods, towering over a city swathed in smog and pollution. Plumes of smoke drifted skywards, drifting past keeling cranes and breathing onto low flying aircraft weaving dangerously between high rises. 

Oh he was so not in Washington anymore. 

His eyes followed smatterings of dim light that illuminated bustling roads and jagged bridges, stooping down into a shadowy harbour, dotted with resting ships bobbing in dark water. The very same water which loomed ominously below him. Danny’s eyes widened as the still, murky harbour water rushed at him, and he tried uselessly to grasp any part of his half dead self. Head-on collision in ten, nine, eight….

He managed to swivel feet first, throwing his legs out like a spring to displace the water. Not that it helped. It was like hitting fucking concrete. His legs cracked sickeningly on impact and the icy harbour water engulfed him. 

As he sunk down, a horrible scenario flashed through his mind; his body filled with water, sinking to the bottom of this strange harbour in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, never to be found again. His only memory; a segment on buzzfeed unsolved. 

Naturally, Danny panicked. He floundered on the surface, splashing around with only arms to keep him afloat and the dreaded possibility that he’d just broken both legs. He sucked in salty water through his nose, and choked it down his throat as the dead-weight of his legs dragged him under. 

Sam, the house and the $20 in my wallet are yours. The console goes to Tucker – but I’ll never forgive you if you don’t put him through the blazing trials of hell to earn it. 

Miraculously, it was then that he felt that familiar weightlessness settle over him, and without a second thought, he launched himself skyward blindly – just far enough to miss the rest of the harbour and crash ragdoll style onto the wooden jetty. 

Rolling to a stop on his back, Danny groaned, chest heaving for oxygen he didn't need. His legs were on fire, but at least that was better than numb – c’mon freaky ghost powers do your thing already. All he wanted was to lie there and pass out. But that would just be too convenient. 

The red and blue lights of justice flashed against the white undersides of the expensive moored boats lining the jetting, and the squeal of rubber tires on tarmac had Danny cursing under his breath. Too fucking perfect. 

Car doors slammed, two of them, and the hurried thumping of boots on the flimsy wooden jetty vibrated against his back. Closest he’d get to a massage probably. 

“Hey!” 

Danny sighed and closed his eyes, so it begins.

The first cop was by his side in seconds, sliding to his knees at Danny’s shoulder. “Please, please don't be dead,” The guy mumbled to himself, clearly young by the tone, fiddling with his utility belt for what Danny could only guess was a pair of gloves. “Not another one. Not more paperwork.”

“Your lucky day” Danny wheezed out a laugh, forcing his eyes back open enough to give the poor traumatised dude some clarity. “Still kicking.” 

“Crap!” The cop startled, falling back on his heels, probably having already convinced himself that Danny was dead. He couldn't blame the guy, good intuition. “You scared the socks off me dude!” He put a hand to his chest, “But thank god for that.” 

“Ha.” Danny exhaled exhaustedly. The Officers silver name badge read ‘Det. Grayson’, but his face was young, a year or two older than Danny, he guessed, somewhere around twenty three or four – definitely too young to be a detective. Black hair peaked out from underneath Detective Graysons cap, hanging above blue eyes eerily similar to his own. They roved over Danny’s beaten face and body with the same critical gaze Jazz had been giving him for years. Oh yeah, oldest sibling for sure – out in the wild. 

The assessment halted at his legs, “God, your…” 

The second cop, Graysons partner, sidled up then, measly first aid kit in one hand and a flashlight in the other. He was an older man, stubby, with a crooked moustache, wide face and a badge that read ‘Const. Marshall’. “What’ve we got Grayson? Another body – holy christ!” 

Constable Marshall staggered a few steps, when his flashlight illuminated Danny’s tattered legs. “Oh hell no. That’s bone! I see bone!” 

“Marshall!” Grayson scolded in a harsh whisper, ripping away the first aid kit.

Danny cringed. So much for being calm in front of a patient. His legs must be pretty gruesome then. It wasn’t worrying, not when he could already feel the burning sensation of his ectoplasm trying to cinch them back together. Except, that was just the problem. 

He gritted his teeth. Please stop healing. 

“Sorry about him,” Grayson mumbled, calmly reaching into the first aid kit for some intense looking bandages, “I’m Detective Grayson, and that’s Constable Marshall. We’re with Bluhaven PD, but we’re working with Gotham City at the moment. What’s your name?” 

Danny’s stomach dropped. “We’re in Gotham?” 

“Gotham harbour specifically.” Detective Graysons brow furrowed. “Did you hit your head at all?” 

“No–I, um…” What in the hell was going on? “– sorry, I’m Danny.”

The Detective's eyes were wary, but he hid it well with an awkward smile. “Well it’s nice to meet you Danny. Although, not the best circumstances, I’m sure.” 

Danny chuckled breathily, mind spinning. “Tell me about it.” 

“What in the hell happened?” Constable Marshall asked, white as a sheet and looking all the more like he was about to regurgitate his dinner into the harbour. “I’m calling an ambulance.” 

Danny’s heart jumped to his throat. “Oh no really – you don't have to, I’m fine, I’ll just–”

“No time. We’ll take him with us” Grayson interrupted, tying off bandages around Danny’s legs to stem the bleeding. “Marshall, help me get him up” 

Danny let out a very manly whine as both men gripped him under the arms and carefully lifted his battered body to a standing position. His vision spun, and he wobbled dangerously, because obviously standing on two broken legs wasn’t going to provide much stability. The younger of the two cops was quick to duck under his shoulders and lift the weight off, whilst the Constable on the other side took a second longer to follow his example. So much for seniority. 

“Danny, how are you going buddy? You with us?” Grayson asked, the epitome of calm, but Danny really couldn't give him an answer right now. He continued, “We’re going to get you over to the car okay? And then we’ll go straight to the hospital.”

“No hospitals.” Danny moaned amidst spinning vision and pounding head. 

“Yeah, I’m afraid you don’t really have a choice my dude, sorry.” Grayson smirked. “Nice pants by the way. NASA, very spacey"

Danny died a little more.

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Whoop! Bit vague, but all the more fun to come!

#dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp #dick grayson #nightwing #batfam #batfamily #dc robin

[it-was-too-cold-always]

Always Read the Fine Print Chapter 9

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Who actually reads all the terms and conditions? After mindlessly checking a box years ago, our Reader unintentionally agrees to be part of a scientific study to create super soldier babies. To make matters worse, her fellow test subject is the brooding and intimidating Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky spend their first night together as a married couple.

Warnings: arranged marriage, forced proximity, lots of angst, violence, PTSD/nightmares, panic attacks, language, SMUT 18+ only, oral fem receiving, unprotected sex, size kink, let me know if I'm missing anything

As the car approached the house, butterflies grew in your stomach. Would tonight be any different? Maybe now that you’re married, he’d actually sleep in the same bed as you. But maybe that was wishful thinking.

Stepping out of the car, you took a deep breath, inhaling the cool night air. Way out here, there was hardly any light pollution, so all the stars shined brightly in the sky. You tilted your head up to admire the view – it really was gorgeous. You were a little buzzed from the drinks at the bar, so you didn’t notice Bucky watching you. He was leaning up against the car, admiring the look on your face as you marveled at the stars. You hummed; it’s been a really good day, something you haven’t been able to say since you joined this study.

A light breeze came and sent a shiver through your body. Suddenly feeling chilly, you decided it was time to go inside. “Shall we?” you asked Bucky. He hummed in response, and you started walking towards the house. The soft ground and high heels made a bad combination with the little bit of alcohol you consumed earlier in the night. “Hold on,” you said, and he turned to you. Putting one hand on his arm to steady yourself, you reached down and took off your shoes. “So much better,” you sighed. Your bare feet padded on the walkway and Bucky chuckled.

Once inside, you went upstairs to wash the dirt off your feet. While you were in the bathroom, Bucky stood in your room, contemplating what to do. Something felt off about sleeping on the floor tonight. Maybe he was just being an old-fashioned romantic, but he felt like tonight should be different. Maybe he would sleep in the bed, just for tonight, he told himself. Slipping off his shoes, he decided that would be his plan. As he was taking off his belt, you walked into the room. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you watched him whip the belt out of the loops. Goddamn, you thought, this just isn’t fair.

Clearing your throat, you approached him slowly. You wanted help getting out of this dress. Did you need his help? No. But you wanted an excuse to feel his hands on you, and your liquid courage was going to run out soon.

“Would you mind?” you asked, turning around and motioning to the zipper on your back. Bucky held his breath – was he really about to help you undress? Hesitantly, he grabbed the zipper and pulled down slowly, fingertips grazing the bare skin of your back. Once the dress was fully unzipped, you both paused. Without thinking, Bucky traced his thumb down your spine. You sucked in a deep breath and turned around. Bucky took a small step forward, eliminating the space between you.

His face was incredibly close to yours – you took this moment to really look at him. His light eyes were mesmerizing, with little creases in the corners. You never noticed how weathered his face was – he’s been through so much, how could it not be. Your eyes moved down to his soft, pink lips. He could feel your gaze on them and instinctively licked them, which only added to the heat building in your core.

Bucky was torn about what to do next. He didn’t want to cross any lines and make you uncomfortable. What if he was reading this wrong? Testing the waters, he put one hand on your cheek and the other on your waist, watching your face carefully for any sign that he should back away.

Screw it, you thought, placing your hands on his chest, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss. It was slow and sensual, building up to something more desperate. Bucky broke the kiss and touched his forehead to yours as you both caught your breath. You weren’t done though, and you were feeling unusually brave. You ran your hand through his hair kissed him once again. This kiss was more heated, more intense. All that sexual tension of the last couple weeks, it finally came to a head. He gripped your waist tighter and pulled you closer, gently sliding his tongue in your mouth. You moaned and tipped your head back, deepening the kiss.

With no warning, Bucky reached down and grabbed the back of your thighs, picking you up and sitting on the bed so that you were straddling him. You gripped your hands on his strong shoulders as he slipped his tongue in once more, his hands firmly on your hips. He removed his tongue from your mouth and began kissing down your jawline, sucking on your neck. You moaned, weaving your fingers in his hair to keep him there. You could feel his growing erection against your core. You grabbed the hem of your dress and slid it up over your head. Bucky let out a low growl, his eyes drinking in the sight of you: straddling him, wearing nothing but a pink lacy bra and matching panties. Normally you’d feel self-conscious about your body, but the way Bucky was looking at you made you feel like the sexiest woman alive.

His hands were all over your body, trying to feel as much of your soft skin as possible. He ran his hands up your back and unhooked your bra. You let the straps slowly slide down your arms, revealing your supple breasts. Moaning, he grabbed one in his hand and squeezed. His metal hand flew to your hair, gripping tightly to pull you into another passionate kiss. Your fingers made their way to the buttons on his shirt. Your hands were shaking from anticipation, so you worked slowly to get his shirt off. Before you took the shirt completely off, you broke the kiss and leaned back, wordlessly asking for permission. He nodded and took the shirt off himself, flinging it into the corner of the room.

You took a moment to admire his physique. You stared at him with wonder. He was so muscular it was sinful. Your eyes moved to his scarred skin where the metal arm met his shoulder. You ran a finger along the seam, feeling the marred flesh on your skin. Bucky got nervous – would you be too disgusted by his scars to continue?

You tipped his chin up and placed a slow, intimate kiss on his lips. You ran your hands all over his chest, admiring the definition of his abs. Moving towards the waistband of his pants, you tried to undo the button. You were fumbling too much, and it was starting to frustrate you.

“Take these off,” you pleaded. You desperately wanted him, all of him. He flipped you on your back and climbed off the mattress. He took off his pants and moved to climb on top of you.

“All of it,” you said. He paused, lust growing in his eyes. He was surprised by your enthusiasm – he didn’t think anything would happen tonight. He slowly removed his boxers, springing loose his massive cock. Your mouth hung open. He was huge.

He crawled on top of you slowly, pulling you into an unforgiving kiss. Bucky poured his heart into this kiss – he wanted you to feel as special as you made him feel. You ran your fingers down his back, hands resting on his hips. You pulled his pelvis into you so his erection was pressed against your dripping heat. Bucky could feel how wet you were through your panties, and it was driving him mad.

With an almost primal growl, Bucky ripped off your underwear, sitting on his heels to soak in the sight of you. There you were, laying naked on the bed, so eager to touch him, kiss him, please him. My wife, he thought. Mine. The thought triggered something inside him – something so possessive, he needed to claim you as his.

Wasting no time, his tongue dove straight into your folds, sucking your clit like it was his lifeline. The sudden stimulation had you screaming, one hand entangled in his hair, the other over your mouth to stifle all the noise you were making. Slipping two fingers inside, Bucky worked you over until you were absolutely falling apart. It didn’t take long for an orgasm to rip through your body and send your senses over the edge. It was pure bliss, like nothing you’ve felt before. Bucky kept his metal hand on your hip, holding you down as he helped you ride through your high.

Before you could catch your breath, Bucky’s mouth was on yours. You could taste yourself on his lips. You slipped your hand between your bodies, grabbing his throbbing cock and stroking slowly. You were eager to feel him. A moan rumbled deep in his chest. It only fueled your desperation more. You needed him, and you needed him now. 

“Doll, are you sure about this?” he whispered, looking deep into your eyes. His hesitation made you worry – was this a bad idea? Sensing your mood change, he added, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You could never hurt me,” you whispered back. “I want you.”

That was all it took for Bucky. He aligned his cock with your entrance after rubbing the tip along your folds. Slowly, he slid inside of you. His size was overwhelming. You understood now why he was moving so slowly – he was giving you time to adjust. Ever the gentleman. Once he bottomed out, he gave you a moment, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. He stayed still too long for your liking. You whined, grinding your hips against his.

“Be patient, doll,” he warned. You groaned in response. You were never a very patient person.

He slowly dragged his cock until it was almost completely out, then slowly slid it back in. His pace was steady and gentle – he didn’t want to get too aggressive, at least not for your first time together. He wanted to make love to you, not fuck you.

With each thrust, he was hitting that sweet spot inside you. Your hands were all over each other, desperate and intense. He held onto you like his life depended on it, as if you could disappear at any moment. You wanted to remember every moment of tonight – the way he felt deep inside you, the feeling of his hands all over your body, the look in his eyes. When he started rubbing your clit with his thumb, you couldn’t hold out any longer. You let go and came so hard you were seeing stars.

Bucky’s thrusts became sporadic and you felt him pulse inside you. He moaned as he came inside you. It was magnificent to see this man come undone in front of you. Every muscle in his body was flexing, sweat glistening in the poorly lit room. Sliding out slowly, Bucky got up off the bed and walked out of the room.

“Please stay,” you whispered, completely breathless.

“Remember what I said about patience?” he asked rhetorically.

He returned with a damp cloth. Gently, he cleaned you up, placing kisses on your inner thighs as he worked. Tossing the rag aside, he flipped off the lights and pulled back the sheets. Under the covers, he held you tight against his chest, rubbing circles in your back. You didn’t last long after that – the intense orgasms and stress about the wedding completely wore you out. You quickly drifted off to sleep. The last thought you had was that you might be falling for your husband.

Chapter 10

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[nerdpoe]

A Jotunn, a Pirate, and a Wraith walk into the DC Universe-(part 3, final)

Part 1, Part 2, Ao3

Jason was shit out of luck.

He was out of bullets, down a leg, Damian had gotten himself knocked unconscious, and they were still completely surrounded.

Jason still nudged the youngest Bat as far behind him as he could.

He'd been the only one close enough when the word that Ra's had finally managed to kidnap Damian had reached him, and was still too late to spare the kid from the League of Assassin's particular version of a warm welcome.

He'd still been the first on scene, and fuck him for admitting it, but Bruce had been right.

He should have waited for backup.

Because he had not only fucked himself, but he'd also screwed over Damian.

The League began to close in.

And Jason had nowhere else to run.

He back was quite literally to a pit, and everywhere else was filled with League Assassins.

Jason forced himself to stand back up.

With one hand braced against the ledge of the pit, he shifted so that his weight was on his unbroken leg.

The blood running down his arm dripped into the Lazarus Pit, he took only a brief moment to watch it mix with the vibrant green.

'If I don't get out of this,' Jason thought as he turned away and back towards their enemies, 'Then at least let me fall in the Pit so I can make the Pay.'

The League Assassins...started taking steps back.

Jason, against his better judgement, turned his head just enough to peek behind him.

Then he turned around so hard he accidentally threw himself to the ground.

There was something rising from the Lazarus Pit.

It...looked like a man, ascending into the air until his feet didn't touch the green Waters he hovered above.

The air, which had had at least a small bit of movement from crossbreezes and rising heat, went completely still, and the scent of blood and ozone polluted the air.

White hair flickered like fire, licking at the air. The man's clawed hands flexed, and his dead dead dead red eyes bore into Jason's soul. His skin was blue, but wasn't that normal?

All corpses had a blue tint to them, after all.

And Jason had seen so fucking many.

The man's clothes appeared to be tactical in nature, or they had been at one point. They were battered, stained, burned. There was a shawl of sorts that clung to him through no visible means, it's ends turning into a wispy mist that shrouded and outlined the man in equal measure.

He floated soundlessly, not even pretending to take any steps as he moved forward, those glowing red eyes completely focused on the buffet of prey in front of him.

Jason could actually hear some of the Assassins attempting to run.

Hell, he could feel the Pit within him cowering.

The man in front of him was fucking dangerous.

Everything about him screamed Pain. Every movement was restrained, like a panther going in for a kill.

Then the man smiled; a cruel thing that Jason had seen on far too many people. The kind of people he hunted, the kind of people he hired, the kind of person he'd become.

And between one blink and the next, the man was working to prove that he could deliver pain and cruelty just as well as he could threaten it, deep, harsh laughter bouncing off of the walls of the cave; even as he was decorating said walls red.

Lightning lit up the cavern, illuminating just how well the new red paintjob on the walls matched the mans eyes, and Jason looked away. He instead used that opportunity to check on Damian.

He ignored the screaming and the begging, the wet noises and charred flesh scents, and came to the satisfactory conclusion that Damian would be alright with medical treatment.

Then, as Jason managed to drag himself yet again into a standing position, it was done. Everything had fallen silent, and the man was standing in front of him with a sneering smile that was all fangs and satisfaction.

"Hey kid," the man said, snapping his blood-covered fingers in Jason's face, "Pay up."

Jason jerked back, almost blacking out as he twisted his broken leg.

"Pay you...with what, motherfucker? I'm broke as shit and I sure as fuck didn't summon you." Jason lied through his teeth when he successfully fought off the light-headedness. He was, like, pretty sure material wealth didn't mean much to Spirits.

Which he was fairly certain was what this was.

Blood, Lazarus Water, intense Desire and Will?

Probably accidentally a summoning.

One Jason absolutely refused to take responsibility for.

"Oh no, you don't get to fuckin' lie to me," the man-spirit-thing rumbled, resting a hand on Jason's chest, "I just did all that work for you, you ungrateful shitstain, I deserve a snack at least."

Then the hand plunged into his chest, and Jason became painfully aware that Damian was absolutely awake when he heard the kid scream his name.

His first name.

Fuck, he was gonna die, wasn't he?

But it didn't hurt. There wasn't even any additional blood, really.

Then the man ripped his arm back, and in his hand he held...a very angry green blob?

Which he then ate.

"Fuck, that's some potent shit. Thanks for the liquor kid; you're too young for it anyways."

With that, the man disappeared entirely.

Jason slid to the ground and largely ignored Damian's desperate pawing at his chest.

What the absolute shit had just happened?

The other half of what the man had said caught up to his brain just as the rest of the family came barging in.

"...But I am old enough to drink!"

#Jotunn!Danny #Pirate!Dani #Wraith!Dan #dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #blood tw #gore tw #broken bones tw #corpse mention #Dan will always be a bit feral and unhinged #because that is the nature of vengeance #the only reason he can be even slightly redeemed is because of the lightning aspect #otherwise vengeance spirits are pretty much completely unreasonable

[deakyjoe]

Sultry Sunsets

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (no pronouns, use of “cyar’ika”)

Category: established relationship, fluff

Summary: Din takes you to see the most stunning sunset in the galaxy.

Warnings: none really, just fluff, mentions of conflict/pollution

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: This idea has been running around inside my head for literal months and I never did anything with it. Until now. Got in my feels about Din and blasted this out in an hour or two. Hope you enjoy!

Consider buying me a coffee :)

"Why won't you tell me where we're going?" You asked Din again as you collapsed into the passenger seat in the cockpit.

"Cyar'ika..." He sighed, tossing you a glance over his shoulder through the visor on his helmet. "I told you, it's a surprise."

"And I told you that I hate surprises." You whined, leaning forward and sticking your bottom lip out in the biggest pout you could muster.

"You'll like this one, I promise." He insisted, adjusting the speed of the Crest as you descended towards your destination.

It wasn't a planet you could recognise from just the sight of the surface, so it was unlikely you'd been there many times before if at all. The planet appeared rather pretty from a distance. There were many sweeping landscapes, several patches of greenery, what looked like a very large body of water and very little city space.

"What's the population?" You questioned, standing up to look out of the window from behind Din. "It looks empty."

"It is. Almost." His voice was low, husky, as he replied. "Only a small group of settlers on the far side. Those small cities are abandoned. It's nearly inhospitable."

"But the settlers- and it looks beautiful. And safe. So many plants and water." You were very confused.

"Exactly. The plants and water are impossible to control. Overtook the cities in a matter of weeks." Din replied gruffly, pointing back at your chair to indicate for you to sit back down as you landed.

"Oh. Then why are we here?" You were even more perplexed. It couldn't be a bounty or someone with information, as he'd said it was a surprise. 

"Patience, cyar'ika. It'll be worth it."

"Okay." You huffed and decided to remain silent for the rest of the journey.

Din seemed to appreciate the silence as he joined you in being quiet, as he tended to do anyway, and manoeuvered the ship to land safely. With only a few clunks and clangs from the hull where cargo had not been stored properly. You winced in the hope that your Mandalorian pilot didn't hear it as it was supposed to be your job to check that all cargo was in its correct positioning.

Luckily, he said nothing until the engines were switched off.

"Let's go."

You jumped up out of your chair, without a word, and followed him out of the cockpit and eventually out of the hull until your boots were sinking into soft grass. The air around you smelled of dirt, salt water and sunshine. The exact kind of scents you rarely got in their purest form in this galaxy. You were used to the polluted atmospheres of urbanised planets and the smoke produced from constant conflicts. This was new. And exciting. Almost... invigorating.

"Din, this- this is incredible!" You gasped, whirling around to look up at him. You felt so alive in a place like this, unable to contain your joy as you smiled up at your companion.

"I thought you'd like it." The smile in his voice was evident. "Come on, there's more."

"More?" You exclaimed, taking his outstretched gloved hand as he offered it to you. "How can there be more than this?"

"Oh, there is so much more." He led you in the direction of going deeper into the forest, leaving the Razor Crest behind you.

"There's one thing I want to show you." He supplied as a vague explanation.

You said nothing more as you allowed him to drag you along. He seemed to be in a hurry, pace rushed as if he didn't want to miss something. And, judging by the position of the moons in the sky, you figured it would be getting dark soon so he probably didn't want you walking around in a pitch black forest that was unknown with no lights to guide you. Or maybe what he wanted to show you needed daylight to be seen in its best capacity.

Whatever it was, you didn't ask anymore questions. You just smiled at the back of his head and giggled when he caught you as you stumbled over a tree root protruding from the ground.

"Careful, cyar'ika." He warned, opting to wrap an arm around your waist to keep you balanced as you apparently couldn't do that for yourself.

You just sent him an apologetic look.

And when you abruptly stopped as the forest ended on the edge of a cliff, you could say nothing. All words escaped you and left you speechless at the view.

"I-" You attempted something, anything, to express how absolutely gorgeous this was but the words got clogged in your throat as you choked up and tears welled in your eyes. It was unbelievable.

"Breathtaking, isn't it?" Din offered for you, taking a quick glance your way to gauge your reaction. He seemed pleased with what he saw as he let out a small hum of satisfaction that rumbled in his chest and through the modulator.

"Yes." You responded breathlessly, his description really was accurate. "Why are we here?"

You still didn't know why he'd brought you here. It was pretty, yes, but Din didn't seem like the type of person to take you places just for the view.

"Because it's beautiful." He whispered and then paused as you gave a single nod of agreement. "And you've shown me how beautiful life can be. So I want to share other beautiful things with you. This being just the first."

The tears that had been building up behind your eyelids finally started to fall at that confession, a lump rising in your throat. The sentimentality and the meaning was not lost on you. Far from it actually.

"Oh, Din..." You looked up at your Mandalorian. "Well, this is one amazing way of starting that."

The laugh you let out was shaky and watery but you were delighted when his chest moved up and down in a chuckle and the modulator rattled with the semblance of a laugh.

"It has barely started, cyar'ika. Just wait for the sunset. Any minute now." He gestured out at the skyline where the sun was indeed about to begin disappearing.

So, this is what he was hurrying for.

You said nothing as he moved to stand behind you, the seal of his helmet hissing and then landing on the mossy floor with a dull thud. You continued to stay hushed as his arms wrapped around your waist from behind and his chin rested on your shoulder, nose pressing into your neck for a second and the hair of his beard scratching against your cheek in the best way.

And when the sky was suddenly painted in streaks of pinks, oranges and the softest of purples... you were unable to say anything. Once again, you were left with no words that were capable of explaining what you were seeing or how it was making you feel. You just sighed in content, letting one of your hands rest on Din's and allowing the other to curl up and around to slide them through his hair.

"We can stay for a few days. Explore a little, if you'd like." He mumbled into the skin of your neck and planted a kiss there.

"I'd love to." You replied, tilting your head to give him better access.

"Good." He exhaled heavily against you and relaxed, perfectly happy to spend this short piece of what felt like forever with you and only you.

"I'd love to." You replied, tilting your head to give him better access.

"Good." He exhaled heavily against you and relaxed, perfectly happy to spend this short piece of what felt like forever with you and only you.

#din djarin my beloved #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian #mando x reader #mando x you #mando fanfiction #mando #din djarin fluff #the mandalorian fluff #mando fluff #pedro pascal #ej’s writing #ej’s fics #deakyjoe’s fics #deakyjoe’s writing

[beomgyucoded]

Genre: angst, and a happy ending of course

Word Count: 1,870

Warnings: I don't really think there are any, but do let me know if you think there are

Summary: a rediscovery of Beomgyu's old love letters serves as a heartbreaking reminder of your past, compelling you to confront him one last time.

a/n: the thing that he does that causes him to leave isn't described because unforgivable things are different for everyone (I also thought not saying it directly would build the anticipation and tension), so when reading you can imagine what it is that he did

** Italics mean flashback

In the heart of Seoul, South Korea, amidst the bustling city lights, there exists a quaint little café frequented by locals. The tables are crowded with young people enjoying pastries and coffee and screaming into their cell phones. Amid the chatter and bustle, in a corner away from the windows, a young pensive boy sips his routine cup of coffee and leafs through a bunch of letters he never sent—a familiar melancholy clouding his eyes. Each letter is neatly folded with sequential writing on it. There are holed-out hearts slashed across every page. They're all addressed to (Y/N). Beomgyu sighed and stared at the letters in front of him, feeling the weight of his heartache. He had written each letter intending to send them to her, pouring his heart out into them. But he knew deep down that they would never reach her and that she probably never wanted them to. 

Through a window that framed another bustling city, under the foggy, light polluted New York City skies, a young girl sat transfixed at her desk, facing a romance novel but not reading it. Instead, she was thumbing through an old collection of letters addressed from her former flame who lived far away. As she passed each letter over to read the next one, loneliness consumed the room and the air around her felt suffocating. She then recalled the last time she heard his voice.

"Come back, Beomgyu. Come back to me, please," (Y/N)’s voice echoed through his phone one day, somewhat pleading, somewhat challenging, as if throwing a gauntlet at his feet.

"But, (Y/N)," Beomgyu’s voice broke, "You know I can't—"

That’s all it took for her to hang up, frustration replacing her initial uncertainty. She paced around her room, her heart racing with the sound of Beomgyu's voice still ringing in her ears. She knew that he couldn't come back to her, not now, probably not ever. 

(Y/N) clutched Beomgyu’s letters in her hand, feeling the paper give way under her fingers. She stared at them as the plane hummed and the cabin filled up with excited chatter. It was hard to believe it had been a year since she had heard his voice on the phone. Her heart throbbed a mix of anticipation and dread: Anticipation that she would find him alive and well, dread that she would find out he was more of an empty shell of a person than she was.

She fingered one particular letter on top of the pile of twenty or so, tracing the puncture marks from where she had jabbed herself with a pen while reading. “I love you, (Y/N),” is how he signed them all, and her heart soared even as she felt foolish for believing him. She tapped her forehead against the airplane window tiredly before settling back into her seat. ​

(Y/N) landed in Seoul after a long 15 hour flight and checked into a hotel. She had no idea how to confront Beomgyu, so she decided to wait it out for a few days. Everywhere she went, it seemed like the city was calling to her with its memories of past love and warmth. She felt as though every corner of the city held an old story of when they were together here in Seoul, and wondered if these stories echoed in Beomgyu’s mind as well.

One evening, as he sat in the same café where he always went to escape from the world, he noticed a familiar figure walking down the street. It was (Y/N), her hair blowing softly in the breeze, and her eyes scanning the street as if searching for someone.

Beomgyu quickly got up and pushed his way through the door, making sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him. His silhouette cut through the crisp midnight air and (Y/N) took a deep breath as she stepped closer, her hands trembling around his letters.

"Beomgyu..." Her voice quavered, desperation seeping through in waves.

His silence was deafening in the frozen winter night, making the words feel heavier on her tongue.

“These letters... do they mean anything to you?" She asked him, not wanting to waste any time. 

Beomgyu remained solemn as he met her gaze, his eyes filled with shame and regret that pierced the fragile armor around her heart. (Y/N) could feel a chill run down her spine as she was overwhelmed by his remorse.

"Do you still love me?" She dared to ask, despite everything.

Beomgyu's voice was softer than the snowflakes falling around them, "More than you can imagine," He answered immediately. 

Tears pooled in her eyes as memories of the old hurt resurfaced. She felt so small, so foolish for believing in his hollow assurances of love. Beomgyu, the one who made her heart soar and plunge, the one who claimed to adore her— yet was also the one to destroy her belief in happily ever after. 

“I’m sorry.” he began.

 But words no longer held any meaning to her. She turned away from him, clutching the letters close to her heart. His love and empty promises were etched into them, filled with sweet words and claims that he would never leave.

She turned back to face him, her eyes pleading, searching his face for any sort of answer that she feared he couldn't provide with words.

"Why did you leave me, Beomgyu? You promised you wouldn’t," Her voice cracked, her heart breaking anew at the thought of him walking away from her for a second time. 

Beomgyu's eyes softened as he reached out to take her hand, she flinched at his touch.

 "It was never my intention to leave you, (Y/N). Circumstances outside of my control forced me to go, but I never stopped loving you. I wrote these letters to remind you of that," he said and pulled out a whole new stack of letters.

(Y/N) drew her hand away gently, shaking her head in disbelief. 

"But you never sent them," she whispered sadly. 

"All those words of love and apology, and you couldn't send them to me?"

Beomgyu hung his head, feeling the weight of his cowardice.

"I was scared," he admitted. 

(Y/N) felt a tug at her heartstrings as the words spilled out of his mouth. She was both relieved and anxious - relief that he had been afraid too, it wasn’t just her this time, but fear that things would still be different than she wanted them to be. People seemed to always leave in the end, leading her to believe that there was something wrong with her, like she had some sort of special power that pushed people away. It took many years for (Y/N) to realize that not everything was her fault and that she should save her love for people who truly deserved it. 

She met Beomgyu during her journey of self-love, the boy captivating her heart before either of them realized just how much they would mean to each other. He showed up in her life right when she needed someone like him. He was gentle and caring, the type of person who remembered every little detail about those close to him. He was the anchor that grounded her when things got too chaotic and she couldn’t focus on anything else. She was the one to reassure him when he had any doubts and encouraged him to be true to himself always. Every time they were together, it felt like coming home - like there was no other place safer than in each other’s embrace. 

They had shared many beautiful moments together, writing love letters to each other as a way to stamp the feelings they had in time (and because they were both hopeless romantics). (Y/N) felt like she found her person, the boy of her dreams, the one who truly loved and appreciated her. She gave him a piece of her heart that he promised to treasure forever. Beomgyu felt like he found the one, someone who loved and appreciated all of him. Someone who wasn’t just with him for his looks. Someone he pictured forever with. But then life got complicated and Beomgyu had to make the hardest decision of his life, one which would tear them apart all because of how he chose to handle it. 

"I know I don't deserve it, but I'm begging you, (Y/N), please give me another chance," he pleaded breaking the silence, his eyes almost desperate.

“You’re my person."

(Y/N) looked at him, her heart heavy with emotion. She wanted to scream, to lash out at him for hurting her so deeply, but she couldn't find the words. Instead she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she tried to make sense of everything that had happened between them. She remembered the countless nights spent crying herself to sleep, the unanswered calls and messages, the desperate pleas for him to come back. It was a wound that refused to heal, no matter how much time had passed. 

Beomgyu watched her silently, his heart racing with anticipation and fear. He knew that this was his last chance, that if he messed this up, he would lose her forever. He dug his fingers into his pockets, trying to find the right words to say. The silence between them was deafening, the snowflakes falling around them like a shroud of white noise.

"I'm not asking you to forget everything that happened between us," he said softly, unable to bear her silence.

"I know that what I did was unforgivable, that I hurt you in ways that words can't describe. But I'm begging you to give me a chance to make things right, to prove to you that I'm still the same person you fell in love with."

(Y/N) remained silent for a moment, contemplating his words. She looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. A part of her wanted to take a chance on him again. But the other part of her was afraid, afraid of getting hurt again. She sighed, finally admitting to herself that she was still very much in love with him and that she always will be, because to her, he was the embodiment of love. He was her dream come to life and everything she could ever ask for in a person. Being apart from him hurt more than what he did. 

"Okay," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Beomgyu's eyes widened in disbelief, his heart racing with hope.

 "Okay?" he repeated, just to make sure he heard correctly. 

He couldn't believe it, she was giving him another chance. He stepped forward, his hand outstretched, hoping that she would take it. 

"Thank you," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. 

(Y/N) looked at his hand and then back at him, her heart pounding in her chest. She hesitated for a moment before finally taking his hand in hers. Their fingers intertwined and it felt like the most natural thing in the world, every line on their palms lining up with each other, and her hand fitting perfectly in his. 

Life was not the fairytale they pictured together, but they still got their happily ever after.

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[depravity-n-savagery]

「 Inside The Black 」

Part 2

☾ Pairing: Billy Hargrove x (fem)Reader

☾ Summary: Flayed!Billy comes to your house in the middle of the night, confused and trying keep control of his body. If you can't save him, then he at least wants to show you how much he loves you. One last time.

☾ CW: violence, smut, VERY rough sex, angst, crying, P in V, unprotected sex, choking, bits of fluff, constant shifts in emotion.

🛑 18+ MINORS DNI 🛑

☾ Word Count: 3.6k

☾ A/N: I've been working on this one for a couple days, and it is HEAVY. I'm really happy with how it came out though. ♡ Just uhh... be ready to board the Pain Express 😭

Have you ever drowned in slow-motion?

You can breathe, but barely. Not enough air to fully satisfy your body's needs, but don't get greedy. Breathe too deep, and you will suffocate. Filling your body with the offending pollution that lives and thinks. It even speaks.

I want you to build. Find her. End this. End… everyone.

Billy had one foot in the blue tinted underground, and another in this familiar room. The more his mind became polluted, the less familiar that room felt. The two images flashed back and forth, flickering through each other until that sinking feeling came. The feeling of losing himself. Walking down that barren road in The Upside Down.

"Noo! Let me out, you son of a bitch!!" He screamed into the ambient void. It was useless, but his rage (and fear) still bubbled to the surface. So much that even his living body on the upside felt the turmoil.

Here, in the 'normal' world, his girlfriend was freaking the fuck out. Before all this, it was any boring Tuesday night in Hawkins. You had finished up your shift at the Starcourt Mall, instructing Jazzercise classes. Usually your boyfriend would pick you up after his own shift at the community pool, lingering at the entrance to check out every leotard-clad ass in the room. Typical for him, and harmless. If anything, it meant he was in a good mood. The married mothers would grin and show off when they noticed his gaze, and who could blame them? He was a wet dream in tight denim, dirty blonde hair still fluffed and curly, and a cigarette always either between his lips or pinched between his fingers. The air surrounding him was always heavy with women in heat. Even still, he would only look. His hands, and every other part of him, were strictly reserved for you. His crown jewel. To him, you shined brighter than any of the other chicks around here. Seeing him look at you that way was enough to make your day.

Today wasn't one of those days.

There was no Billy waiting for you to end your class today. Not even a sight of him sitting in his car outside. So, with no other way to get home, you had to swallow your pride and ask Steve of all people to take you home. Oh, Billy's gonna love this. It would serve him right. Although the thought of him regretting standing you up was short amusement, you knew how it would really go. There was still a small hole beside your window (now covered by a mirror) where his fist had landed just an inch or two from your face. He never meant to actually punch you, but he made his point clear with intimidation. If he couldn't entertain the women of Hawkins like he used to, then you'd better return the favor. So, hearing that his unofficial rival had driven you home in his absence, wouldn't go over smoothly.

You sighed, laying back on your bed after a shower and a change of clothes. Steve, despite his single status, made no moves towards you and simply dropped you off. Thank goodness. Still, Billy would never let it slide. The blanket shifted beneath you as you rolled over toward your nightstand and popped in one of the mixtapes he made for you. 'Rock You Like A Hurricane' filled the room with a welcome distraction. I won't work myself up over this. I won't worry about what little whore he might be fucking. I won't call-

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The window rattled just enough for you to hear it over the music, drawing you out of your spiraling thoughts. Completely oblivious to the rain that had started to pour down at some point after your shower. Maybe it was just a branch from a nearby tree.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Definitely not a branch. You scooted off of your bed, inching cautiously towards the window. Of all the things to see, you didn't expect your boyfriend to be standing there. Every inch of his clothes appeared to be soaked through from the rain. "You gonna stare at me, or let me in?" He spoke in an irritated tone. Oh great. I get this version of him tonight. The window creaked as you lifted it enough for him to climb through. The moment he was inside, you shut it again as quietly as possible. Regardless of turning eighteen you still lived under your parent's roof. Today was embarrassing enough without having to explain Billy's presence at this hour to your mom and dad.

"Alright, what's the excuse?"

Billy offered no response. Hell, not even eye contact as he stood there dripping all over the carpet. His eyes stayed forward, staring into the mirror on your dresser. Locked in a staring contest with himself through the stringy ringlets of blonde curls hanging down his face.

"Billy? Are you seriously going to ignore me right now?!" You stepped closer, standing on the right side of him. "Billy!" Hot with rage, you raised your hand to shove his shoulder. Billy's hand shot out and gripped your wrist, finally giving you his attention. As his head slowly turned to look in your direction, your blood ran cold.

Those beautiful blue eyes were glossy and filling to the brim with tears. His long lashes fluttered, letting a single tear free to roll down that soft cheek. The skin there was slightly red and puffy. Seeing him brought to tears was rare, and the sight was both heartbreaking and beautiful beyond belief. Something was off… The expression on the rest of his face was stone, if not a bit strained. Only his eyes were crying out to you.

"B-Billy…?"

On the other side. The Upside Down, echoed with the distant sound of your voice. Repeating his name with growing concern. If only you could hear his screaming, trying to call back out to you over the thundering storm in the distant nowhere. Over the Mind Flayer's orders, telling him to take you back 'home'. To make you one with him.

You know you can't fight me for long…

Make her one of us. Then you'll never be separated again…

"No…" Billy managed a whisper, blinking more tears out of his eyes. "Leave me.."

"You're the one who came here. Clearly you need- I dunno, something. If you just need to cry, that's okay." The grip he held on your wrist was painfully tight, but you didn't try to pull away. Whatever nonsense argument you two might've gotten into was irrelevant now (at least until tomorrow). Something wasn't right… As you looked into his eyes again you could've swore you saw his pupils expanding. Almost swallowing his eyes in black.

Internally, he paced. Fighting to keep his composure. If there was any time for him to think straight, he needed it now more than ever. Your voice echoed again, louder this time. "Just tell me what's wrong, please. You know I won't judge you. Remember when you first told me about your dad?" Just as the words reached his ears, the area around him shifted and morphed into someplace more familiar. The bedroom his physical body was standing in now. Hazy visions of the two of you flickered in his memory, seeing himself crumpled in your arms. You held him, planting kisses in his hair and letting him get it all out. It was clearing up the more you spoke about it.

The black in his eyes shrunk back to normal, bringing his consciousness to the surface. His lips curled into a weak smile. "I remember." There was no telling how long it would last, but a trip down memory lane seemed like some sort of temporary cure. "That was also the night we first, uhh-"

"Pfft, of course that's what you'd remember. The sex."

The beast rattled in the back of his mind, threatening to take control again. So, Billy loosened his grip on your wrist and brought it to his lips. "Tell me more about it." He spoke through sensual kisses placed first on your wrist, then up your arm until he reached your shoulder. The first kiss alone had goosebumps raising all over your body. After all the violent urges the Mind Flayer had been feeding him, being gentle reminded him that for now he had control. "Tell me the story."

This day keeps getting weirder and weirder. You thought, but it was better than arguing. Billy continued lavishing your body with kisses, hooking his finger under the strap of your top and guiding it down your shoulder. "Well, uh, you came here after getting into a fight with your dad. I comforted you.. and then we…"

"We kissed." Just as he finished your sentence, he pressed his lips against yours. His body wasn't giving off as much heat as usual, but his lips were still soft. It always brought a fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach. Even after all this time together. Molding together in rhythm until he was consuming your quiet moans.

Bring her to me.

The corners of Billy's vision began to blur again, so he closed his eyes altogether. Not yet, not again. Aggression bled into the affectionate and passionate swirl that was shielding his mind. The innocent kiss deepened as Billy grunted and dug his fingers into the plump flesh of your thighs. A little bit of pain was a turn-on for you. It made you gasp and welcome his probing tongue to explore your mouth. You didn't know the pain was a sign that his control was slipping.

"Keep going." The whispered plea slipped through Billy's lips as he broke your kiss to rest his forehead against yours. His jaw was tightening, and he gritted his teeth. "Please."

"You said you'd try to be gentle with me."

A gravely purr rumbled from the base of his throat. "I can't promise you I'll be gentle this time around, baby."

You chewed on the corner of your bottom lip, feeling the gradual shift in his advances. What started as tender and heartfelt affection was transforming into something rougher and more sinister than you expected. It shouldn't have come as a surprise. Billy was rarely the type to 'make love' when you slept together. More often than not, his love was violent. It left bruises on your backside, and even on your hips where he would grip your love handles and steer you down forcefully onto his cock. In the beginning of your relationship it used to offend you. Now not only have you understood that he expresses himself through aggression, but you've actually started to enjoy it. "Then don't be. Maybe I want you to break me."

"You don't know…what you're getting yourself into."

Was his voice always that deep? The little details didn't matter to you at that moment. Your boyfriend was struggling with something. With shaking hands, you tucked your fingers under the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head. Since you were heading to bed (before Billy showed up) there was no bra restricting your breasts. The spaghetti strapped top was tossed into the corner of the room, but Billy's eyes stayed on your exposed chest.

He was on you in the blink of an eye, roughly molding your breasts in his hands. His left hand raised one of your breasts up to his lips, so he could flick and circle your nipple with his tongue. So eager in his movements, it felt like he was holding himself back from completely devouring you. The sensation made you gasp and whimper. Back and forth, he switched between each nipple. Suckling until they were both engorged and painfully sensitive. Even when you winced and dug your fingertips into his bicep, he didn't let up or slow down. Your body was at his mercy. To be played with and used as he saw fit.

"I don't wanna hurt you, but-" This man was on an unstoppable mission to expose as much of your skin as possible. His hand grabbed at the lacey waistband of your panties and yanked it out away from your hip, stretching the material until it ripped with a loud snap. "I need to feel you. All of you." Billy pulled the remains of your undergarment swiftly off your legs and tossed them aside. Your heart pounded in your chest. He's been rough with you, yes, but this was a new level.

Whatever stuffed animals rested on your bed found a new resting place on the floor, bounced off the mattress by your back being slammed down onto it. He didn't rush to climb up and cover you with his broad-shouldered shadow. Instead, he stood at the foot of your bed just taking in the sight of you. They both were. Where Billy saw the woman he loved, wet and riled up… the Mind Flayer saw delicate, supple flesh to add to his collection.

He moved in ways that were unfamiliar to you. Maybe even a little scary. The way his arms bent and extended when he finally climbed onto the bed. Like a spider on its web. A really fucking big one. His pants and boxers were left in a suspiciously neat pile beside your bed. Who is this man??

"I love you, Billy." You rested your palm on his cheek, cupping his face. He closed his eyes and nuzzled into it, for the first time whispering back the words you never rushed him into saying. "I love you too." Pushing himself into your slit as he does.

His eyes were still glossy, making the blue in them twinkle like stars in the sky. For the first few pumps of his hips he eased his way in and out of you at a slow pace. Rolling his hips like those beach waves he spoke about. It had your pussy drooling every time he bottomed out. The adjustment to his girth made you wince and shut your eyes, only to feel his hand grasp your chin.

"Keep your eyes on me."

So you did just that. Giving him your unfiltered emotion, and he swallowed it up. Keeping eye contact as he picked up the pace. Billy didn't want to miss a second, or forget a single detail of what might be his last night with you. As himself, at least. Or perhaps…even the last time you were yourself.

No. No no.. That is not an option.

Your head was swimming, all warmth and pleasure wrapping you up in ways only he could fulfill. Your nails dragged a repeated trail from his shoulder down his back, using him to keep you anchored and sane. He would fuck you crazy. Thrusting into you with increased force that shook the whole bed frame. "Billy, oh my GOD!" You whined, twisted up inside, and hungry for that release. "Please, I need it. I'm sooo close."

"Not yet, Y/N." He only broke eye contact momentarily, to dive his lips into a bruising kiss. Teeth taking your bottom lip between them and biting down until you moaned. He released it, smoothing over the skin with his tongue and looked at you again. "I want you to remember this, baby. Promise me."

It was hard to comprehend what he meant in your fucked out little mind, but you kept feeling something. Warning bells in the back of your mind. "What's all this about?"

Billy groaned, ignoring your question and pulling out of you. You made a small noise of complaint and hoped you didn't scare him off with that question. He stood, walking to the foot of the bed and straight up dragged you by your ankles until your legs were hanging off the edge of the bed, hips and ass just barely on the mattress. His forearms hooked under your knees and lifted your legs till they rested on his shoulders.

Oh okay. So he's trying to kill you. That's great. The two of you have only fucked in this position one time before, and your walls were left in shambles. Billy leaned forward, planting his hands just above your head and folding you like a blanket. Ringlets of blonde tickling your nose. A little giggle came out of you, and you saw the ghost of a smile come and go from his lips.

That would be the last time you ever saw him smile at you.

His hard cock pressed into you again, pushing its way through you like a bullet. The position angled him head on to that one spot that drove you insane. Evident from the way you cried out his name when he reached it. His own moans mixed in, deep and rasped while he pounded your fleshy mound ruthlessly. The beast within him made a stir, not at all pleased with the heat and friction. Billy's time was running out.

"Remember me, Y/N. Tell me who you belong to. Who this pussy belongs to." His voice stood somewhere between a command and a plea, demanding and desperate all at the same time. "God Y/N, say it before I fucking explode!"

Billy's hips went into hyperdrive as if he could push the answers out of you with sheer force. "You, Billy! I belong to you!" It's always been you. Wet droplets landed on your cheeks from above you. Those gorgeous eyes, spilling over as he mumbled a string of words you couldn't fully catch. Something along the lines of 'I'm so sorry' and 'I love you' repeated through a soft sob. It pulled at your heartstrings, heightening the overwhelming emotion building in your core. Soon your eyes were tearing too, sobbing in unison as you came undone. Your velvet walls clenched around him, pulling his own release forward. He didn't stop. His lips captured every sob and whimper, fucking his cum into you until he went soft. By now your body was shaking, fully in tears.

The two of you stayed there, forehead to forehead, crying silently. It all felt so final. Like he wanted to leave his mark one last time. Although you loved the passion of it all - I mean, he finally told you he loved you - you didn't like that it felt like an ending.

"Are you breaking up with me…?" The words came out so soft, you kind of hoped he wouldn't hear them. You hoped it wasn't true.

He wiped your tears, and some of his own, away from your cheeks. His other hand felt around for something out of the line of your sight. Probably something in his pants pocket. You didn't pay it much mind.

"No, sweetheart, no."

Who…the fuck…was that? The voice came out of your boyfriend's mouth, and it even sounded like him to an extent. But it was deeper than usual. Menacing with a sickly sweet cover-up.

The hand that wiped your tears returned to the mattress, supporting his weight and caging you in. He pushed his body up enough for you to see his eyes again, still bloodshot. "I'll never have to leave you again, once you join us."

There was an odd shifting sound that you couldn't quite place coming from the side of your bed. His free hand raised up, holding a silver necklace he bought you for your birthday last year. It was your most prized piece of jewelry simply because it came from him. A heart with a 'B' in the center of it, because of course he had to brand you with his initials. Show the world that you were his girl, and you wore it proudly. When you weren't wearing it you kept it in a jewelry box under your bed, so your thieving father couldn't pawn it for gambling money.

Billy brought his knees up onto the bed, straddling your torso. You wanted to get away, maybe even scream but you were so frozen with fear and confusion. He held the necklace in his hands, fiddling with the clasp until it opened. The necklace sparkled, shiny and polished, and perfect for what he had in mind.

There was a moment of peace. A seemingly tender touch as Billy bent forward to nuzzle your cheek with his own, just barely pressing his lips to your ear. Peace that was shattered when he spoke those final words.

"Don't be afraid. It'll be over soon…"

He spread the necklace out to its full width and brought it down across your throat, pressing his fists into the bed beneath you. The silver chain bit into your throat, cutting off your air supply. No amount of kicking your legs in desperation, or trying to claw at him seemed to do anything. He was unphased. Focused on one thing only.

The room blurred, spinning as you strained and choked out his name. You called for him, hoping to get through to the man who once occupied the body above you. He was already tucked away. A prisoner forced to watch you turn blue in the face until you had no power left in you to struggle. He pulled back then, not aiming to kill you. Only suffocate you just enough for you to black out.

With the last bit of motivation you could gather, you reached for his face. Your hazy vision focuses just enough for you to see a single fresh tear fall from his eye. You never got to wipe it away. The corners of your vision blackened and tunneled in. Shutting you out into your subconscious, where you could be with him…always.

☾ A/N: Well, I'm gonna ball up and cry now 😭. Honestly, writing this made me so emotional, I'm probably gonna write a part 2 where they get saved somehow. If anyone wants it. Comments and requests are always welcome and appreciated ♡

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a glimpse of us | bkdk x reader

✧ tags ;; fem!reader (afab, she/they pronuns used), cigarettes / nicotine addiction, drinking to cope, heavy hurt/comfort, polyamorous negotiations, arguing, unhealthy coping, miscommunications / bad communication, rebounding, getting together, bkdk interact both sexually and intimately, oral (m+f recieving), threesomes, double penetration, anal fingering / anal with prep, intimacy, no power dynamics but reader is confident sexually, petnames (sweetheart, baby), 18+, mdni

✧ wc ;; 19.8k (putting on my clown shoes)

✧ a/n;; i wrote this for me and no one else and you will notice this right away. my bkg bias is also kinda present HDFJKSD

✧ synopsis ;; you always knew you were a stand-in. why wouldn't you be? but you hoped that at least once, he saw you for what you were. that all those years together meant something more.

You haven’t touched a cigarette since your last year of college. 

It’s the middle of the night, and the September air is colder than you know what to do with. Part of you knows you should wear a jacket since the weather is persistently bad. It’ll storm soon. 

But another part of you doesn’t really care if you get sick. So, instead of dwelling - you follow your whims and rub the sleep out of your eyes. Sitting up in your bed, all of your limbs feel heavy. Your eyes are swollen almost shut, crusty from a long night of crying and drinking. 

You laugh a little humorlessly for being so upset about the whole thing, sober enough to do so. Right now, at least after some sleep, you feel okay. Not bad, definitely not good, but okay. And you want to smoke a cigarette, which is probably a sign that you’re not coping with this as well as you’ve hoped.

You don’t think about it. You choose not. Instead, you swing your legs over the side of your bed and stand to your feet. You look around your room. Your cat, Ganache, is asleep in a cardboard box, making you laugh. Your laundry is in a pile, and your work is sprawled all over your desk. Tomorrow, you’ll finish some of it and maybe take a hike alone. 

There’s no light in your room besides the moon, covered by clouds. Through the glass doors in your bedroom - leading to the balcony, you look at it for a long time. The sky is starless. It’s light pollution, but somehow it feels like you. Lonely.

You laugh at your own misery and walk to the bathroom to examine your face. You’re worse for wear. Your hair hasn’t been touched in god knows how long, and your face is covered in oil. Reaching your hands out for the faucet, you run the warm water, pumping face wash into your hands and rubbing your skin maybe a little harder than necessary. 

You don’t want to think about it. Your fingers scrub along your cheek, and around the area of your nose that gets crusty during the cooler season. Splashing warm water into your skin, you wash the soap away and pat it dry into a towel. 

Better, you think while looking into the mirror. At least a little bit. 

You put some cream on, and some chapstick but don’t bother brushing your teeth. It’d be pointless to do it now, knowing you’re going to smoke yourself halfway through a pack and it’ll linger on your lips for days. 

You don’t change out of your PJs. Worn basketball shorts, and a muscle tank top that shows off the skin stay on. You rummage around in your drawer for a windbreaker and put it on over your clothes. It’s 2 sizes too big but covers you decently. 

Before you leave your apartment, you give your cat a little rub on the head but don’t wake her. You grab your keys, some pepper spray, and a lighter and shove them into your pocket before taking a look around your barren apartment. 

You were planning on moving out, just a few weeks ago, somewhere closer to them. The irony isn’t lost on you.  

You turn the knob and close the door behind you - checking to make sure it’s locked before descending down your hallway. There’s a single light at the end but the rest is dark. It’s a quiet walk. You take an elevator to the first floor. and then leave the whole place behind. 

You turn your head to look at it, worried it’ll disappear for a minute. Afterward, you’re out on the street alone for the first time in a long time. 

You tilt your head back and stare at the sky. With chapped skin and the tip of your nose freezing, you look at the moon again. It cradles you. Alone, so utterly and terribly alone you think. But the two of you are alone together, and even though it’s silly - it keeps you from crying. 

You didn’t bring your headphones, though your phone is in your pocket.  Normally, being alone at night makes you nervous. You used to always have company or someone you could call. 

You could still probably call them. If you wanted. They’re heroes before they’re anything else. 

But the walk is simply cumbersome. You’re not afraid. Too numb, or too desperate to hold onto the brief relief of apathy to be afraid. Nothing happens on the walk there, but you’re not really paying attention. Even if the world collapsed right now, you wouldn’t know. 

You know you’re at your location because the light is almost blinding. The luminescent glow of the neon lights makes your vision feel bleary, flickering red kanji and sterile white from the inside. You look around to see no one else is really there, aside from you.

You hesitate to walk in. Is it worth it to break a 4-year streak over this?

But you can feel the itch in your throat, the dryness in your mouth. The memory of relief overwhelms your every sense. Your stomach lurches, scratching your neck. 

You walk into the store. 

A noise goes off, a little ding. The person at the cash register doesn’t even lift his head to look at you. A college student, you think. He looks young. 

You miss college, sometimes. You were a lot more of a mess. Stressed out, frantic, with a fully functioning liver  at the start which was nice. But at least then, everything felt more temporary. Every wound felt like it would heal,  no matter how big. Everything felt like an impactful part of your growth. 

And it’s not like you’re not growing anymore, but now misery just feels like misery. You don’t feel it as much as you live it passively. You have bills to pay. A pet to take care of. Parents old enough to retire. So every bad thing just becomes part of the wave that crashes at your feet every so often. 

If this happened in college, you’d be crying and partying and whatever else. You wouldn’t be as desperate to move on, maybe. Letting yourself be broken was a luxury that you didn’t think you still had.

But you don’t want that for yourself either. You just want to stop it altogether and disappear. Under a cloud of white, or the stream of a creak. You just want to go. 

You can’t though. Can’t leave. Can’t uproot yourself into new soil, so you lean into old habits for comfort.

Smoking helps you disappear. Your lungs, passively intaking the nicotine and replacing the remaining parts of you. 

You search the fridges for a 6 pack of beers. Some cat food, some microwave meals, a candy bar. You take it all in your hands and dump it onto the counter. The kid at the counter gives you a look like he’s startled. He’s reading manga, though you can’t see the cover. 

“Could I get two packs of cigarettes? Seven Stars, Revo Lights Menthol.” You say, voice still thick with sleep. You give him a half-smile as he seems startled, watching as his hands fiddle with the keys of the cigarette case. 

He puts the two packs on the table, closing it back up. It squeaks as the glass is pulled back into place. His manga is left open on the table. You glance at it.

“Fire Punch?” 

He looks surprised as he scans your things, a flush on his face. 

“Oh, Uhm, yeah. You know it?” 

You nod your head. 

“Read it in high school. Agni is a cool protagonist.” 

All of a sudden he’s beaming at you. It catches you off-guard, but it makes sense. It’s an older manga and never got all that popular. He shakes his head in disbelief. 

“I’ve never met anyone who’s read it. I uhm.. would love to talk about it. You know.” 

He puts your stuff in a plastic bag, with the tips of his ears going pink. Your eyes widen, and you give him a little grin. While you look like this, huh? You’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel nice. 

“You know I’m older than you, yeah?” 

He looks startled that you read through his intentions. He’s good-looking. Tall, with dark hair and a mole under his eye. 

“I know I look like a kid, but I’m 22.” 

“So, only a few years.  Not bad for looking the way I do right now. You got a thing for older girls?” You joke. 

“That’ll be 4,100 yen. And, not really. You just…seemed cool.”  He says, trailing off. You chuckle at him, looking at his nametag before offering him a look.

“I’m not, I can guarantee you. Getting hit on made me feel a little better though. Thanks for that. Do you want my number?” You ask, with a half-smile. His eyes go wide, then he nods hard. You laugh at him. 

It’s not like you have anything left to lose. 

“Got a pen?” 

He looks frantically around for a pen and then hands it to you. You give him the money you owe him first. When he hands you a receipt and change, you flip the flimsy paper over and scribble your number down on it. You grab the bag off the counter, pocketing the cigarettes and holding the rest.

Passing your number down, you pat it twice. 

“I can’t guarantee I’ll go out with you any time soon. But you made me feel better, so I’ll give you this. We can talk manga some time. and maybe catch a drink. You’ve got a good face, so don’t waste it on people like me.”

He looks at you startled but takes the paper anyway in a daze. You smile. He seems nice at least. Harmless. 

“Y-Yeah. Right. that’d be nice. I uh, hope your night gets better.” 

You can feel the melancholy all over your skin as you smile. 

“Thanks. Have a nice night.” 

You grab your things, turning to walk around. Almost unwilling. But if you stay any longer, you know you’re gonna end up letting yourself talk and you don’t wanna dump all that on a person you just met. Just before he goes, he calls for you. 

“Hey, uh - be careful. It’s kind of late. I’d walk you home if I wasn’t on the clock. There might be a hero around, so you know -” 

You turn your head, looking at him for a minute. Your chest aches at the thought of having people to call. 

“Thanks for looking out. I’ll be alright. Night,” 

You leave, with a hand in your pocket and another one curled around the plastic shopping bag. 

You should probably go back home. 

You keep walking, though. A bad choice, maybe. Instead of turning back onto that road, you walk down another one that you recognize, taking one left until you find a bench underneath a streetlight. 

It’s quiet. Empty. There aren’t any heroes patrolling but it’s a local road surrounded by houses and apartments. You don’t feel any danger as you sit down on the wood bench, brushing it once with your hands beforehand. 

It’s freezing. Your whole body is icy to the touch. A shiver tears through you as your skin comes in contact with the seat. It’s chillier than it was when you left. Your bag lets out a soft clunk as you set it down next to you.  You reach into your windbreaker for the pack of cigarettes and your lighter. 

Balancing the lighter between your thighs, you lean forward. With your elbows on your knees, you smack the pack of cigarettes against your palm. Your fingers tremble from the weather, the wind blowing in a hard gust. 

You don’t think about it. You use your keys to get rid of the plastic outside, and then open the pack up. The one in the middle of the top row, your hands shake when you take it.

You bring the end to your chapped lip, fishing for your lighter. It’s an expensive thing you got as a gift, engraved. It’s almost out of fuel so it feels light in the palm of your hands. Even so, you flick it open. You run your finger over the wheel, stopping when the flame flickers on. 

You bring it to the end of your cigarette, watching it burn. The orange-red glow soothes you. The fire keeps you warm. It burns, and you watch it burn - and with your lips closed around one end, you take a deep and long inhale. 

It’s been a long time. Longer than you thought. It feels raw.  Nicotine and menthol mix together making your lips tingle and your lungs sting. It tastes like tar and long nights — like a college party, like a balcony, like a place far from here. 

Like a time, far far away from this. You balance the stick between your fingers, pulling it away as you exhale the first drag. Blowing a cloud of grey smoke into the air, you lose yourself in it. You smoke and pass the time. 

You can’t feel anything but that. The adrenaline crawls up your spine and makes your fingers all jittery. You lean into it without even meaning to. Four years down the drain, you think. It would’ve been 5 in a few months

But you take another drag anyway. Your joints hurt. You smoke, and when the feeling is starting to make your stomach sour - you reach into the pack for a can of beer and drink that to soothe your nerves. 

Letting your head rest on the edge of the bench, you stretch yourself out. With a beer can on the ground, you ash your cigarette out. You stretch your arm over your face, the end still burning. 

For one minute, you really had forgotten. The interaction at the store helped. The cigarette helped. The sleep helped. The beer helped. 

But nothing was enough to make you forget it completely. 

You fear that things might always feel like this. That even time can’t stretch itself over a wound this big. Would there ever be enough to fill the sudden crater of a loss like this, to ever fix you? 

At some point, you’ll have to accept nothing can ever be the same.. 

For a long, long time - you cry by yourself. It’s not a desperate sob like it had been 2 weeks ago. It’s just an exhausted, soft little one. Somewhere, inside of yourself, you cry like a baby. Like a child aching to be held though part of you knows no one is there to listen. Self soothe, you say to yourself. Stop crying.

 It’s not like you don’t know how to be alone. What that was like. 

You just never thought you’d have to be again, and maybe you aren’t all the way. You’ve got a slew of concerned messages on your phone that you’ve been replying to automatically and you’ve been completely disconnected from everyone for a while now. 

Reaching out to them will help. In time, you know that. When you’re ready you will. You don’t have the luxury to let the pain linger for as long as you know it will, as it has to. Eventually, you’ll get back up. Even now, the days pass silently without you living them. 

You know everything there is to know. Of course, you do. You know what they’ll say. You know that they’ll feel sorry for you. You know Kirishima would’ve held you without ever hesitating. You know your mother would’ve welcomed you if you showed up without a word. Of course, you know. 

But knowing where a wound is, you’ve learned, doesn’t make it stop hurting it. Knowing the cause, the color, the shape, and the taste of your injury will never heal it. Your familiarity with your pain doesn’t do anything at all, to make it stop. 

You light another cigarette, sitting forward with your elbows on your knees. Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, you swear. 

“Fuck.” 

The memories suffocate you. 

You met them both while you were in college. When you were a sophomore in college, they’d saved you from a villain attack. They weren’t dating then, but they made conversation with you after you’d gotten a pretty big injury. 

You didn’t care for Bakugou at first. He was loud, mean, and crass. Midoriya has always been the same - friendly, awkward, genuine. Their friendship didn’t really make sense to you, like they spoke in a language you couldn’t ever learn. Midoriya always placated him. They looked at each other with a history that you never imagined having with anyone. 

You never thought you would see them again, so you asked. Sitting in the back of an ambulance getting patched up - they told you the story of them. Like they’ve told it a hundred times before. Childhood friends, they told you. They wanted to become heroes, it was rocky then it wasn’t. Midoriya gushed about Bakugou’s ability the whole time, and Bakguou told him to fuck off but blushed the entire time. 

You kept running into them, afterward. You were all convinced it was fate. They’d saved you 3 times before Bakugou told you to stop being an idiot with nothing but good intentions and maybe that’s when you knew you were in it. 

It was a long time. Not an overnight spark or sense of magnetism, not destiny. Just luck. Just chance that deepened and grew roots over time. You don’t remember much of it in full, just bits and pieces. Like a drop of water building an ocean - you can’t count for each time. 

You can name the rainstorms though, the floods, the days where it was clear they started to matter to you.  

And they mattered to you a lot where it counted. You went to college in a city far from your hometown, and you didn’t make many friends so you could keep up with your scholarship. College was mostly very stressful. You were just trying to keep yourself but you met them. And you think afterwards you started living.

You knew about them from the beginning. How they looked at each other, not realizing how obvious they made it that they loved each other. Perhaps hiding it after everything felt unnatural. 

You were content they wanted to be your friend. It was that simple. When they invited you out with them on their day off, you were confused but you always went. You were happy that they wanted you around. 

They never stopped showing up for you. They went to your stupid club events and made a scene. Bought you gifts for the years you were sure you’d spend your birthday alone. Texted you on their patrols, first individually then together. 

You learned to make your own friends too, but so much of your life is steeped in them. You thought, at first, that Midoirya took pity on you. You’ve always looked lonely. He was always the type to go out of his way for strangers. Bakugou just came along for the ride.

You realized later he never did anything he didn’t want to do. Even his admission meant that you were supposed to be there. 

Time passed. And the two of them, slowly, brought you into their lives. You met their friends and attended their big awards and major achievements while they did yours. On weekend horror movie showings they dragged you along, and during Hero Expo season you always got V.I.P passes. You never told them you only ever went to see them.

They were busy people. It took you a long time to let yourself be a part of that at all. You would always be on the outside, you knew - but they were good to you. You got on with them both so easily, more than anyone else you’d ever met and it— 

It felt special to you at least. 

You think somewhere down the line, you were content to be an outsider. Everything about them had become so comfortable, that you would’ve been content staying in that same place forever. As an outsider, a watcher, a friend. Just a friend. 

They started dating the year you were set to graduate college, and it really wasn’t all that different. Sometimes you caught them kissing, or hugging, or with a hickey on someone's neck but they treated you the same. Kept you at the same distance which wasn’t all that far.

It was in that same year, you realized you’d fallen in love with them both horribly.

Surprisingly, knowing that wasn’t all that bad. You knew it kind of instinctively when you realized it for the first time. It was shocking at first, but you were still content. You could swallow the ache in your chest seeing them happy. You were always an outsider to that, anyway. From the moment you met, there was history between them that would always surpass you and you knew that. Better than anyone. There was never a place for you to be, but you liked the one you had. You cherished that friendship so much you put it above your own feelings, for a long time. You had never met people who put you first so eagerly. Who went out of their way for you so often.

You like to believe they loved you like a friend. It helps to think that.

Four years. You’d loved them both, and so much - for four long years. You were just content to see them love each other because you could always tell they did. You wanted them to be happy.

Looking back they never put real distance between you both. You should’ve done that sooner. 

More than anything. More than yourself. From the start, maybe you should’ve guarded your heart more. You were always weak to them. They were the only people to welcome you so much to anything, but maybe you should’ve—

When they broke up, you didn’t know what to do. 

They’d always been.. together. For as long as you can remember. 

It was Midoriya who showed up at your door. You should’ve sent him home. It’s your own fault, for cramming yourself into a space never meant for you. 

He cried in your arms for two days and two nights. You felt sorry for him and texted Bakugou who told you to go fuck yourself. Whatever happened, neither of them would say or tell. It was serious. In the four years they’d been together, they fought but you never saw them like this. 

Even though you dated for 6 months, your time with Midoriya all feels very blurry. 

You blame yourself. No matter what anyone tells you, deep down, it would always be your fault. After those two days, he just needed someone to lean on.

It didn’t happen right away. Midoriya isn’t capable of that. It was after a few months of him visiting, of him dropping by, of him touching you. He leaned on you, even now - you don’t really know why.

You don’t really understand it but you think he must’ve mistaken the comfort you gave him for love. He’s only ever loved Bakugou so it’s possible he never really understood. You kissed, hugged, touched here and again but never had sex.

In hindsight, you’re glad about that. 

Months passed like that, in each other’s company. Midoriya came back after work and slept in your bed every night. You woke up together. But you knew, that whole time, there was an inevitable end. 

You always knew. When he hesitated when he looked at you. But sometimes, you got to see the melancholy go away. You watched movies and laughed, and made dinner together. There were enough happy memories to let you forget everything else. 

It’s funny. Loving someone so wholly you wouldn’t ask them to love you back. No one would believe you if you told them, but even knowing you were just a stand-in - you were content to experience affection for a while. Like you mattered. You liked being able to make him happy. 

You wanted Bakugou to be happy too, but every text you sent him got left on read. You called but never got a reply. 

You figured he might’ve resented you. You wouldn’t blame him. Truthfully, you question what you ever had. Maybe you deluded yourself into thinking tolerance was longing. You tried that whole time to get them together, but they did it on their own. 

He broke up with you after your new promotion. You never got a chance to tell him. The bottle of wine was still in your apartment. 

Just like before, he cried for a long time. Said sorry more times than you knew what to do. He called himself selfish, apologized, said he still wanted to be friends, that Kacchan missed you too. 

Over and over, he apologized to you.

You had always been an outsider. Even in your last minutes together, you comforted him when he cried. You didn’t know how to do anything else. You wish you felt contempt. 

You’re mostly confused. None of it made any sense. But why would it? You’re just a stranger caught in a storm, too big for your boots. 

It was when he said that one thing it broke you. 

“I couldn’t stop seeing him in your face. I’m so so sorry. I should’ve never—”

You think that was the first time it all collapsed. Nothing registered after. He didn’t see you, even once. Maybe neither of them did. You were just someone they had been nice to. You got involved in this all by yourself. 

You didn’t say anything to him. What would you have? All you said, very quietly at the end, was that you don’t want to see either of them again.

“Please respect that. And, I really do hope the both of you are happy.” 

You cried for 3 days. You took your first days off from work, and your manager didn’t question your paid time off. It’s been 3 weeks, and you haven’t spoken to anyone.

And now you’re here, alone - halfway through a packet of cigarettes and hoping your next breath will carry you out of here. It’s freezing cold, and you're numb all over. You blame yourself, and it hurts so much it makes you sick. You want everything to disappear. You want to scream, cry, curl in on yourself. 

But there’s nothing left for you to do or say. It’s all over, anyway. And it’s your fault for being greedy. For hoping that in the end, he would’ve at least seen you for what you were.

You’ve finished another cigarette. Your fourth one, which means you’ve only been sitting for 20 minutes. It feels like a century.

You wipe your eyes of stray tears, laughing to yourself.

“God, what the hell's wrong with me?”

Your throat is hoarse so you drink some more beer. You cool it on the cigarettes because you don't want to finish the pack before tomorrow. 

You don’t even get to check your voice before a terribly familiar voice catches your attention. 

You think for a second you're hallucinating.

“Oh! Hello. I’m Pro-Hero Deku, I’m doing some nightly patrols in this area. Do you need someone to escort you—“

Whatever higher power there is must be pretty sadistic. You hold your breath. 

He stops in front of you. You freeze up completely. It doesn’t even feel real when you look at him. You blink a few times trying to make sure you’re seeing clearly. 

“Y/N? What are you doing out here?”

His voice is so soft. The same as you remember. You swallow your discomfort, frazzled. Don’t be greedy.

You pick your beer can up, drinking the last of it before trashing it. 

“I didn’t know you patrolled here.”

You don’t have to see him to hear the frown in his voice. 

“…I usually don't. I’m covering for Mindjack, but that’s.. why are you out here?” He says, voice filled with concern. You don’t know what to say, so you opt to say as little as possible. 

“I live close by.”

He knows that. His frown deepens. 

“It’s nearly midnight.”

“I just wanted to get some air. I’m going home now, anyway—”

“Wait a minute, please.” 

You screw your eyes shut, back turned away from him. Every inch of your skin is burning. Your heart is sinking like it’s made of glass.

You sigh, voice trembling. 

“What do you want?” 

“Would you please turn around so we can at least talk face to face?” 

You don’t mean to say it. You don't mean to sound so bitter and broken and utterly defeated. The words slip out of you like a tire losing air. 

“Are you sure you know what it looks like when you’re not looking for someone else?”

He stiffens behind you. 

“Please,” is all he says. Like it's all he needs to say. All he can really offer.

You only turn around so he can bear witness to your suffering. Not that you want him to feel guilty but maybe it’ll make him leave you alone. Your eyes are red and swollen when you turn to face him, hands in your pockets. You don’t look at him. You’re afraid to. 

“…Have you been smoking?”

“Yeah.” 

“But you were clean for—”

“It’s none of your business what I was or wasn’t, Midoriya.” 

Midoriya. Not Izuku. Your stomach twists.

“Please don’t be like this.” He says, sounding desperate. 

You smile. It's sorrowful. Everything is tangled and messy and confusing. Like everything was a lie, and you were the last person to know. You don’t get it anymore. Your voice comes out, worn and gentle. 

“I always knew it would end. I was never under the illusion that you really loved me. That either of you did,” You start, voice breaking. It’s cathartic. 

And if this is really the last time, you should say what you wanted. 

“Of course we—why wouldn’t we—“

“I always knew you didn’t really feel that way.  It was just… nice to feel like I was important. No one in my life ever went out of their way for me like the two of you did,”

His voice breaks. 

“Y/N, please”

“I was always afraid to call you my best friends. It’s funny but it never felt right. Kirishima and Todoroki - they were your best friends. What was I, then? I never knew.  You were always each other’s. And I was there, and we were so close. But I never really fit. It never really made any sense,” 

He looks like he’s crying. You wish you could comfort him and you hate yourself for wanting to. 

“I mostly feel pathetic. I think that’s all. I have nothing to show for everything I went through,” You laugh a little under your breath, wiping your tears “It’s my fault. If I wasn’t so eager to feel loved. To love you in what capacity I could. Maybe things would be different,”

You reflect on your life with them. All that life you lived with people who you probably won’t ever see again, they’re easy enough to avoid. 

“It might be better if we pretend that we never knew each other. That way, you have nothing to feel guilty for. Kats—Bakugou won’t have to acknowledge me. And I can forget it all together,” 

“I don’t want to lose y-you, and Kacchan he—” 

You shake your head with a smile. Now that it’s all out, it feels clear. Of course, they loved you. 

Just not enough.

 Really, that’s all it's ever been. 

“Can I tell you a secret?” 

You think this time, you’ll really be able to move on. He doesn’t reply, but you can hear him hiccup. 

“I loved you both for four long years. That whole time. I was so happy we got to all be together, it didn’t even hurt. I don’t regret a lot of it. Maybe just those six months, and maybe not being able to see Bakugou. I miss him. I miss you too,” 

You breathe. It finally feels alright to do it. 

“But, I don’t want to see either of you ever again. If you’re in an emergency you can come to find me. I think it’s about time to move on,” 

You can hear him calling out for you when you turn around. Asking to walk you home, but you know he won’t follow you. You just keep walking and don’t look back. You turn the corner and head down the empty street. Back home by yourself. 

On the way, you smoke another cigarette. You keep the pack in your pocket. 

You let go. 

It’s just about that time, anyway. 

__ 

Weeks pass by like their nothing.

Your confrontation with Midoriya knocked some of the sense back into you. You came home, cried for 15 minutes, and then took a long shower under hot water. Afterward, you put on some nice lotion, replied to emails, and picked out an outfit for going to work tomorrow. 

Slowly but surely, you tried to get your life back in order to some degree. You threw yourself at your job since that made the most sense to you, working over time. Being alone with your thoughts for too long has proved to lead to drinking or smoking in excess, so you hang out with a crowd where you can.  

You met with your friends, all of which have supported you completely but only yelled at you for isolating yourself, to begin with. You visited your parents where your dad threatened to knock Midoriya’s lights out, claiming he was still very strong. The sentiment made you feel warm. 

You climbed yourself back into something of stability. It’s not like you’re over it. You feel considerably empty and fall into random fits of crying more often than you like  and you still smoke whenever you feel the stress of a long day overtake you. But it’s notably better. You’re hanging on and you hadn’t really been before. 

Some days are worse than others. Sometimes you pass a street vendor you used to frequent and have to sob over your steering wheel before going home. You see them in the news so often it’s starting to be funny in a dramatic irony sort of way - like the universe wants you to remember they exist. 

You’ve been careful to avoid them, though, it’s not as easy to avoid their friends. Kirishima got choked up when you ran into each other, making you promise that you’d keep in contact. In the last few weeks, you’ve seen Jirou, Todoroki, and Shinso all of which seemed happy to see you doing okay. 

It was nice. Knowing that they were your friend too, and not just someone who saw them by extension. No one really asked any invasive questions so you figured word got around. 

It’s been alright. You’ve been okay at best. It’s mostly been lonely.  You’re just trying to live with it, and you’re thinking about seeing a therapist just to get yourself sorted. 

Today is a Wednesday. You switched out one of your days off to accompany Ganache to the vet for a routine check-up. It was early in the day, so you had the rest of it to yourself.

Lately, you’ve been texting the guy from the convenience store. His name is Akio, and he’s an exchange student. You mostly text back and forth about manga, and he does a thing where he sends you selfies where he ends up being. He’s cute and a good enough distraction from your misery, plus he’s actually pretty funny when he calls or texts.

You lean back into your couch, picking your feet up to get comfortable. You’re freshly showered and hairless after the impulse choice to shave. The TV is playing some daytime soap that you’re not normally home to see, and there’s a cold beer on a coaster waiting to be opened. 

You swipe open your phone after receiving a text. It’s him, studying for an exam. That makes you laugh. 

(from akio, 2:45pm): long day OTL 

(sent 2:46): it’s my day off. do your best and maybe we can go drink. 

(from akio, 2:46): wait really? 

You laugh. 

(sent 2:47) only if you do your work ❤️

(from akio, 2:48): ON IT. where do you wanna get drinks? 

You conjure up a location, close-by where you leave - sending him to it. You watch him type back with a laugh. 

(from akio, sent 2:48): im suddenly very busy and im gonna finish studying. see you at 6?

(sent: 2:9): see you at 6 

He sends you a slew of very excited emojis and you bite your lip. Admittedly, you feel a little guilty. Though you’re careful to make your intentions clear, a guy so eager to even be in your presence is a nice change. A little harmless flirting has been good for your self-esteem and he’s a great guy. Him being younger than you isn’t as deterrent when you check his Instagram  and find out he’s very jacked. 

You feel a little embarrassed by the whole thing and all the time. But it’s nice to be wanted and send risque selfies to get a hesitant reply. It might be good to sleep with him, get your mind off of it. 

You only ever dated on guy in college and hooked up with a couple of people that you can count on your hand. Your relationship was nice but not memorable, and you broke up over a disagreement about finances in your junior year. After that, you went on sparse dates to keep up appearances. 

But it felt wrong to even try when your heart was in other place. So now, you’re just being careful and having fun. And it is fun.

Maybe you can get laid. He seems like he’d have good stamina. 

You cover your own face in embarrassment at the train of thought, giggling.

“Fuck what am I even thinking about?” 

You shake your head like you’re trying to shoo the thoughts away. You reach over for the beer on the table, shivering as the cold can comes in contact with your skin. Undoing the tab, you take a long sip - warmed by the taste. You don’t even know what flavor this is supposed to be since it was a gift but it’s expensive and malty. 

You drink and watch the T.V. A girl caught in a love triangle with two male leads. Both of the male leads are rich and powerful, and the girl comes from a small town. You snort. 

“Get out of there while you can, little lady. Save yourself.” 

You don’t know how long you sit there and melt into your couch, watching the TV and scrolling on your phone. Doing something productive feels out of reach for now and you’re comfortable passing the day like this. You haven’t really had a normal day of relaxation that doesn’t devolve rapidly into feeling sorry for yourself, so even being able to sit around be lazy without any other pretense feels luxurious. 

You think you spend 2 hours like that before your body signals you that it needs fed. Ganache comes up to sit on your lap, accompanying you while you order something to eat. Your finger reacches out for her little head, scratching just under her chin. 

“You’re getting hungry too, huh?” 

She lets out a soft purr before plopping her head against your bare thigh. You smile, perusing what feels like hundreds of options. It always feels like picking a place is the hardest part. 

Trying not to be paralyzed by choice, you jump out of your skin when you hear the doorbell ring. Your cat hops off of your lap at the noise. With furrowed brows, you try to think about who would be ringing your door without dropping by first. 

You ordered a new air purifier for your room last week. Maybe it came early? You would’ve got a notification from them, wouldn’t you? You shake your head. Either way, you’d prefer to have it instead of having to pick it up from the post office. 

On pure chance that it is that, you stand up and dust yourself off. Pulling your shorts down slightly, you grab a zip-up hoodie from the side of your couch making sure nothing is falling out. You pad softly to the door, unlocking it. 

“Hello?” 

As soon as you open the door, you see the last person you were expecting. Everything just sort of.. stops in it’s place. For a minute, you don’t breathe. You don’t think. You just… tense. And stare, your hands on door knob. Debating whether or not you should even open it all the way, or say anything. 

You would close it if you didn’t see his face. You’ve never seen him look so tired, and seeing that makes your heart drop into your gut. 

“...Bakugou?” 

He looks up and then looks at you. His shoulders sag in what seems like relief but you can’t be certain. 

“What are you…?” 

He opens his mouth to say something, and then closes it again like he’s come up short on the right words. He’s not in his costume for work, and his hands are in his pockets. He’s bigger than you by a mile, but he looks.. terribly small. Maybe frail. Not like himself. 

“Hey.” He says, short  and quiet. His hand reaches up around his neck “Can we talk?”

Your gut reaction is to turn him down. You’ve made all this progress, and you think that letting him in through the door would be ruining it. But he looks so depserate, and that looks so unusual. He doesn’t look angry, and that scares you. 

You don’t mean to let him, but you owe him that much you think. Answers for those 6 months. He was blameless for everything that had happened between the two of you, anyways. You open the door, stepping to one side. 

He looks at you, a pained expression passing over him before stepping in. Your breath catches, quietly watching as he takes off his combat boots. Ganache meanders over to him. She was always fond of Bakugou. You watch the two of them interact and you feel your heart rip in half. 

Your entanglements show in ways you don’t expect. It’s too much.

He wears the house slippers left out for him, almost out of habit. And then he looks at you for a minte. You snap out of your trance, scratching your cheek. 

“Oh, uhm. You can… sit. Did you want a drink maybe? A beer?” 

He shakes his head. 

“You don’t have to be so damn courteous to me,” He says. Your expressions softens, heart squeezed in your ribs. The disparity settles in the bottom of your lungs, crawling up your throat like a bile. It’s still so early in the day. You can see his expression so clearly. So obviously melancholy. 

You choke around the words. 

“I don’t know why I wouldn’t be,” You say. You offer him a half-smile. It’s true. You never really had any reason to be angry with him. If he hated or resented you, it wasn’t like you didn’t deserve it. 

He closes his eyes than looks away, silently walking off to your living room. You follow him, sitting diagonal to him. You stare at your feet, pulling the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands. Fidgeting. 

You don’t know how long you sit there. The TV is muted, so you direct your eyes to the soaps - trying to avoid the obvious. 

Bakugou breaks the silence first. 

“You’re smokin’ again.”

His voice of devoid of anything you can read. You look at the ash-tray on the table, before you nod. 

“Yeah.” You reply simply. He leans forward on his elbows. 

“...You haven’t smoked since college grad.” He says. You smile. 

“Yeah.” 

You’ve been alone with Bakugou before. Engaged in quiet, comfortable silences. Midoriya normally did the talking for you, so the two of you were accustomed to letting him ramble. Alone though, you normally just enjoyed each others company or talked in depth about something you found important. 

When he wasn’t blowing a fuse, you found Bakugou intelligent and practical. You talked about a lot of things, like money and the failings of the Hero Commission and the news. Stuff people found boring, he would normally have something to say. He was always opinionated on everything. Movie, music, books. 

You haven’t seen him in over half a year. Not in person, anyway. It’s hard to avoid the number one and two hero in media as it would be. 

“I don’t wanna kick you out or anything. Uh, we have a lot to talk about I guess. I just—I’m going out for drinks at 6 so—” 

He cuts in abruptly. 

“With who?” 

You pull back. 

“...A guy I met the other day.”

His jaw clenches. Irritation passes over his face as he scrubs a palm over it. He looks upset but you can’t figure out why. 

“Have I met him?”

You shake your head. 

“Probably not. He’s in college. Met him while I was buying cigarettes, actually.” You muse, feeling fond. “He’s a good kid.” 

“Are you—Are you interested him?” 

Your eyes widen, staring at him. His voice is holding something in it, half-way between anger and sadness. You don’t really understand him or why he seems like that. Does he think you’re moving on too fast from Izuku?

But that doesn’t feel right to you either. Maybe seeing you happy is upsetting. You don’t know. 

“We’re not dating, if that’s what you’re asking. We just.. talk. Flirt, I guess.” You say, shaking your head. You turn your attention back on him “Don’t know why that’s important. What’d you wanna talk about?” 

His eyes widen, and then his face fall. You’re more confused than before. 

“Don’t know why that’s important huh?”

You watch him. His face after you’ve said that. He looks upset. Part of you thinks you’re imagining it. But you’ve never seen him look like this. He buries his face in his hands, swearing. 

“Fuck this.. fuck this is—”

You decide to interject. 

“I don’t know why you’re here but since you are I wanted to say… I wanted to say sorry. I figure that’s why you’re here. That it’s related to that somehow, but before anything I wanted to say I’m sorry.” 

It’s been on the tip of your tongue. Weighted, heavy on the inside and impatiently trying to pry itself from between your teeth. Your words come out in a jumbled mess. Part of you can’t help but expect rejection. You sit here, and stare at him and you think to yourself that you’re sorry. 

You understand Midoriya at times like this. But you won’t say it more than once, fearful it’ll be a burden to you both. You just spit it out. Like a loose tooth. The blood comes after, filling your tongue with bitter taste of iron.  

Lately, you’ve lost the words for heartache. Ache as in bruise, as in hurt that’s lingered for a long time. Your heart aches terribly, and every passing day feels like being trampled on. You look at Bakugou when you say sorry, and your heart expands into the stiffness of your ribs. And it hurts all over, like one raw injury. Lately the taste of your suffering is a cigarette and beer. You wonder what that says about you.

You feel something thick in your throat, looking away. 

“Why the fuck are you saying sorry?” He asks, voice shaking with anger. You wince. 

“For everything.” You say, griefstricken with every word. You feel your vision get blurry, looking away as you try to take the tremble out of your voice “Sorry for everything, Katsuki.”

You try your best not to cry but you can feel the gaping hole reopen in your chest. You wish this was just a reunion. The longing is so sharp and so endless. It wasn’t like Midoriya. You didn’t have memories to help you cope. You never got a chance to tell him thank you or i love you. 

He had always made it clear he didn’t want you around, but you still.. still found yourself clinging to his tolerance. To the fact he was always the first one to reach for you. That he listened to you intently and pushed you to do what you wanted. 

Midoriya was soft. Comfortable. Bakugou was tough. He held you steady through all your stress. Cleaned your apartment when life was too much to bear and picked you up at your lowest without a word of judgement. 

And in the end you touched the one thing that was never yours. You thought it would be okay because you hadn’t seen him for 7 long months in person. It would’ve beem if you hadn’t seen him again. 

But he’s here just the same. And you love him. You love him so much, so deeply, and all at once you feel consumed by the reminder. It burns inside of you hotly. The tears flow naturally. 

Don’t be greedy, you tell yourself. This is the universes way of reminding you of what you did. There was never any place for you.

“Hey, fuck. Sweetheart, stop cryin’. Please just fucking look at me, can’t stand seeing you cry,” 

You can’t stop yourself from wailing. It’s ugly, and loud, and horrible. No matter how much you try to clamp it down, it spills from between your fingers and stains everything. Your whole body shakes with it. Hiccuping, you swallow a noise of distress. 

“I didn’t m-mean for it to end like this. I didn’t want—I didn’t want to hurt you, either of you I just. I got selfish a-and I—fuck, I got greedy. I never meant to, I didn’t want this.”

Before you understand what’s happening, you feel a body around you. 

Strong arms. Bakugou’s arms. He’s standing up to hug you, and you can feel him trembling when he pulls you to him. Your heart squeezes, but you don’t let yourself sink. His hands cup the back of your head, and you sob softly into the fabric of his shirt. 

“Fuck. I’m such an idiot. Please stop crying, sweetheart. Please.” 

“I’m sorry, ‘m sorry” 

For a while, you can’t do anything but weep. Bakugou doesn’t let go of you. He’s never been good at comforting people, but his grip on you is tight. You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting like that, sobbing into his arms with your fingers in his shirt. 

Your head feels messy, throbbing when you finally manage to stop. You pull away, your eyes swollen. You lick your lips, chapped before pulling back. 

“Thanks for comforting me.” You say, pulling away. You try to anyway.

Bakugou cups your face in his hands. It catches you off guard, the feeling of his calloused palms. He lifts your face, examining you. Your mouth parts in confusion, as you feel his thumb running under your eyes. 

“All fucking wrong. We did this shit all so fucking wrong.” 

“B-Bakugou?” 

He doesn’t let go of you. Just looks for a long time. 

“Bakugou?” 

“Yeah, sweetheart?” 

“Why’re you..?” 

“I missed you.” He says in a murmur, soft and uneasy and so regretful it stuns you “I’m so fucking sorry. We whoulda never—I’m gonna kick that shitnerds ass, swear.” 

“You…what?”

He lets go of you, then runs a hand through his hair. 

“You should.. text your friend or whatever. We should talk.” 

Bakugou looks at you apologetically, handing your phone. You watch him disappear into your kitchen, pouring you a glass of water and handing you some tissues. You don’t know what to say, completely dazed. You send Akio a text, making an excuse about a work emergency and saying you’ll drink with him this Saturday. 

Bakugou hands you the glass, leaving your tissues on the coffee table before sitting right where he was. 

For the first time, you’re completely at a loss.

“I don’t understand.” Are the first words out of your mouth. Bakugou gives you a laugh. 

“With the way shits been going, don’t know why you would.” 

“D-Did something happen between you and Midoriya?”

He frowns. 

“Fuck, no. Promise no stupid shit this time. Izuku just told me I should come talk to you.”

“…He did?”

He smiles at you. 

“Yeah, he did. Not like I’m any better at this shit than he is, but he said you weren’t gonna listen to him,” He pauses, turning away from him “Said you never wanted to see him again.”

You look at your lap, listening to the sound of passing cars.

“I thought it’d be for the best. It’s uhm.. It’s hard for me to see either of you. You know,” 

There’s a tense look on Bakugou’s face when he stares at you. You’ve never seen it before.

“…Did you mean what you said to Deku?”

Your throat constricts. 

“A-about?”

“About your feelings. For the both of us, you said—“

You feel your heart race, uncomfortable.

“…Does it matter?”

“Matters a hell of a lot.”

You repeat it to yourself like a mantra. Over and over, the word sticks to you. Don’t get greedy. You want to say nothing. To close your eyes and deny it. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

You feel your sense of stability crumble the instant the words leave your mouth. Like a sandcastle collapsed under the tide, you melt into unease. 

Your eyes sting with fresh tears that you hurry to wipe away. You don’t even know what they’re for. 

“Hey. Stop, look—it’s not what you think, alright? The feeling is mutual, but you've gotta listen to me.” 

Your eyes widen. Looking up again, you frantically look at his face then shake your head. Did you mishear?

“It’s what?”

“It’s mutual. We both… it’s a lot to explain alright? But from the beginning, it’s been mutual and it wasn’t some freak accident you ended up in our lives. I don’t want you thinkin’ that” 

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You shake your head. 

“I don’t…I don’t get it. From the beginning? You say you both have feelings for me, but I haven’t seen you in 7 months. A-and I-Izuku said—” 

Bakugou grits his teeth suddenly. He looks sharp, vicious. 

“Ignore what that half-brained idiot said, he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about.” 

You sit back, unsure of how to proceed. You want to be shocked, or even angry but all you feel is confusion. You fiddle with your hands, and hear Bakugou sigh over his. His voice sounds exhausted. 

“All those months ago, when Izuku and I got into a fight… we were fighting over you.” 

The world comes to a halt. You choke on a gasp of air. Bakugou doesn’t pick his head up to look at you. The sun shadows the shame on his shoulders before you get a minute to speak. His face softens, then regret sifts through. 

He looks tired. Terribly tired. 

“It was because of me. Izuku… he realized how he felt early on. How we both did. He brought it up to me and I just…froze. I didn’t know what to do.” 

You hold your breath as you watch his face. 

“You…?” 

“We fought about it. I blew up on him, and he wouldn’t back down on the whole thing. I was scared outta my mind. Me.. and Izuku - it took us a long time to get where we were.” 

You laugh a little at that, scratching your hand. 

“Yeah I know.” 

He lets out a puff of air. 

“I bet you do. It freaked me out. It wasn’t like… I didn’t realize. We fought and I told him to go fuck off and be with you then. I regretted as soon as I did, but he walked off. Left me alone for a while.” 

You frown. 

“I’m sorry. You didn’t… I didn’t want that for you. I was a-always worried about you.” 

He gives you a light-hearted scoff. 

“I know. I got every call and text, sweetheart. Truth to be told, I would’ve lost my fucking mind if you hadn’t. That whole time.., you were looking out us both. I was still pissed, so I threw myself at my job. Saw Deku and got into some altercations.” 

This surprises you. It makes sense. It’s hard to avoid each other, you’re sure. You wonder why Deku never told you, but all those days he came home extra upset - maybe it was that. 

“I had no idea.” 

“With the way you texted me updates, I figured he didn’t tell you. He’s a shit-head like that. Keeps everything in and then lets it all out. He forgets that he’s a human being sometimes.” 

“It makes sense but…what happened? How’d you get here?” 

“We had a big fight and made up, eventually. I hadn’t really thought about anything. I was working over-time to avoid it, but I was so angry all the time I didn’t feel like myself. Shitty Hair and them kept me calm.” 

“Kirishima cried when he saw me,” You say in a daze. Bakugou laughs. 

“He was pissed at me when I told him everything.” 

“Kirishima was?” 

“You think he’s nice like the rest of ‘em but he’s scary as fuck when he’s mad. He didn’t let me hear the end of it for fucking up. And I’m…sorry for that. For fucking this up.” 

You shake your head at him. 

“I don’t blame you. I still don’t really understand it, but I should’ve pushed him away. My feelings were getting in the way, and I didn’t think about how I was—” 

“Hey. Stop that. Get this through your head, you didn’t do shit. Izuku leaned on you because he fucking cares about you.” 

“But he said—” 

“We’re not complete without each other.” 

Everything stops in an abrupt manner. His words are muddled, like they’ve been shaken around in his heart for much longer than you thought. 

“Izuku doesn’t know his own feelings. He thought that I was right. He thought he just misunderstood himself and he’s always been like that. He’s not good at knowing his own shit.” 

And then, you think you see him cry. You don’t remember the last time you’ve ever seen Bakugou Katsuki cry but his eyes look red. 

“We tried. To go back to how things were, we tried so fuckin’ hard sweetheart. You never wanted to see us again and I was too damn stubborn to admit to myself not getting your texts was breaking me. We tried.” 

You swallow the feeling in your throat. You’re so disoriented. 

“And..?” 

“It didn’t work. We couldn’t stop arguing and it wasn’t like before. We were both on edge all the time and we both knew why. Izuku realized his feelings after you left. And I couldn’t deny that the idea of never seeing you again fucking broke me.” 

You don’t think you could cry anymore if you tried, but you manage. 

“I just… it doesn’t feel real. You two have so much history. Without me. A whole life together and there’s no space for me to be involved. You love each other so much, how could you love me too? How could it ever compare?” 

“How could we not fucking love you, sweetheart? All those years together. You kept us grounded for how long? I never knew what it meant.. whatever bullshit Deku talked about saving people. But then we met you and I would’ve done anything to keep you safe.” 

“Katsuki,” 

You don’t even know what to do anymore. What to think or believe.

“Deku loves you to death. I can see it on his face. He loves seeing you with your dumbass cat. He loves listening to you recite lines from movies.”

“And you?” 

“And I’m here trying to convince you I’m still worth your time. I can’t do all that sappy shit. This is all I got.”

“You’re doing fine.” You say with a smile. He smiles back. 

“I feel like I’m gonna puke right now.” He admits. 

“I’m just scared. None of this feels real to me.” 

“When that shitnerd and I got together, I couldn’t get my head around it for 3 days. I was terrified of what that meant for me. Being vulnerable with people is terrifying and I still can’t stand it.” 

“Yeah.” 

“But if I never confronted my fears, I would’ve been alone and blind for the rest of my life. Shit gets bad. You fuck up and fight and things are hard - but it’s way fucking better to fight with people you love than it is to by yourself with your misery. Life got easier when I let myself feel my feelings and whatnot.” 

“You sound really wise.” 

He laughs under his breath. 

“Don’t be a dick.” 

“I’m being serious. You sound so mature and stuff.” 

“And stuff? You been hanging around that college brat way too much.” He says through gritted teeth. You laugh. 

“He’s nice, Katsuki.” 

“He can kiss my fucking ass, corrupting you with his bullshit—” 

“He is not doing that!” 

“You think I don’t see your legs shaven? You’re a shit liar.” 

“It was coincidence. I was gonna sleep with him though.” You say the last part a little quieter. He immediately gets mad again. 

“The hell you are.” 

You give him a smile, crinkling your nose. 

“Jeez, it’s not even your business, you know.” 

He groans. 

“My hearts too weak for that right now, yeah? Be fucking easy on me.” 

You look down at your lap, unsure of what else too. Your voice is hoarse so you reach for the glass on the table. 

“Sorry. Just… processing, I guess.” 

Neither of you talk for a long while. It’s just.. silent. It’s starting to get dark out, but not enough that it’s noticeable. The sunset is just teetering around the skyline. You take a deep long breath, tapping your foot. Picking the skin on your fingers. Fighting the urge to smoke an entire packet, you take a long breath. 

“Hey.” 

You lift your head to look at him. He looks nervous. 

“Is it okay if I… fuck, like would it be okay if I kissed you?” 

You nearly cough up a lung from shock. 

“Would that be okay? Wouldn’t Izuku be—” 

Bakugou gives you a little grin. 

“He got 6 months. He’ll get over it.” 

You squirm a little in your chair heart. Heart-racing. 

“...T-Then, it’d be okay. I guess.” 

“C’mere.” 

You feel shaky when you stand to your feet. Awkward. But as soon as you’re in reaching distance, you feel Bakugou’s hand touch yours. His hands are nice. Smooth and long and nimble but calloused on some parts. Irrevocably warm, when they wrap around your pointer. 

“If I do something you don’t like, headbutt me,” He offers. You frown at him, 

“I’ll tell you.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” 

Without word, you feel him touch you. One hand busies itself with your hands, palms running up the back side of your forearm, then over the top before opening your hands to him.  Pulling the sleeves of your hoodie with it and exposing your skin to cool air. He touches you quietly, thoughtfully passing down until he’s holding your hand. Not with your your fingers intertwined, but cupped against yours in a silent, gentle reprieve. 

The other hand rests on the back of your thigh before brushing behind your knee and staying there. He’s just holding you, and there’s nothing especially risky about it. But it leaves you a mess, enough that you can’t even look at him. 

He tugs you to him. Spreading his legs, shifting to help you into his lap. Like a lamb to shepherd, you follow. Too dazed to protest him, he looks up at you and you look down at him. He brings your hands to his chest, and you slink them around his neck. He leans you forward until you’re only a few inches apart, breath mingling. 

He smells like smoke. You take a deep breath, studying his face before realizing his doing the same to. His eyes are outlining your mouth. 

“You smell like cigarettes.” He tells you. 

“Sorry.”

He shakes his head. 

“You made me like the smell way back. Used to think it was awful.” 

“And now?” 

“Now it makes me lightheaded.” 

“Like you wanna kiss me?” You tease. He takes a deep breath. 

“So fucking bad.” 

“Kiss me, Katuski.” 

“Mm,” 

His mouth is soft. You think that first. Even as your bodies so desperately and almost wholly on instinct, your skin starting to buzzy faintly. It’s so utterly blissful all you can think to feel is that he’s soft. He tastes sweet. His hands are the back of your thighs squeezing tight and you want them forever. You like that he lets you lead a little, and you take pleasure in touching him. 

Squeezing the back of his neck, you thread your fingers gently through his hair. Soft and ticklish against your fingers - he lets out a moan when you squeeze at the root. You did again and he does it one more time. Something warm unfurls in your stomach, starting to unwind like loose thread. 

“You sound pretty like that.” You tell him once you pull away. He shivers. 

“You’re gonna put me in an early grave,” 

“So you’re just gonna let Izuku become number one?” 

He gives you the brightest smile you’ve seen all day. It looks so familiar on him, your chest feels like it’s being crushed. 

“Not a chance in fucking hell.” 

“That’s the spirit, Katsuki.” 

“Speaking of.. we should probably invite that lewd nerd over here.” He says, burying his face in your neck. You hug him close to your chest. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. He’s gonna cry the whole damn time. Been losing his shit all day.” 

“Poor Izuku.” 

“He’s gonna cry when you call him that too. Cried about being Midoriya for 2 whole days.” 

“He’s such a baby.” 

Bakugo smiles into your neck. 

“I’d cry too.” 

__ 

You wait for Izuku to come back to your apartment at your front door, with Bakugou clinging to your shoulders. 

Nothing much had happened since your kiss. You and Bakugou laid together and made-out to pass the time - watching TV and quietly catching up.  When Izuku sent you a text about being 5 minutes out, you decided to wait at the door to greet him. 

You feel like the whole day has been one long dream. Seeing Izuku, you think, will make it feel more real.

When you hear the nob of your front door turn, you look up at Bakugou with excitement. He looks down at you, pressing his lips to your temple, his voice a soft, excited murmur in your ear. 

“He’s gonna cry right away.” He says, hushed, tone light. Amused. You elbow him. 

“Don’t be mean, Katsuki.” 

Your breath hitches when you do see the door open. He looks a little disoriented when he passes the threshold into your apartment. His dark green curls are messy from the wind and he’s all out of breath like his heart is racing. 

You smile at him as soon as he lifts his head up to look you. His lower lip trembles with immediacy, hands flying up to his face to catch the tears already threatening to spill. You feel Bakugou squeeze a little tighter around your waist, smiling into your neck.

“Welcome home, Izuku.” 

“Oh god.”

You forget how big he is until he runs forward to tackle you both in his arms. You hear Bakugou fuss over you, something about you damn crybaby being mumbled. But more than that, you feel the familiar warmth of Deku. Izuku and Katsuki, all together. He smells like the sun and sweat, , it’s familiar and comfortable. Like home. You lean forward to wrap your arms around his midriff. You melt into the touch, as easy as it always been. 

“I’m sorry, oh my god, I’m so sorry, I love you.”

When he pulls away, he’s already blubbering. His skin is a blotchy, familiar red and his eyes are watery. He looks down at you like you aren’t real. He’s the tallest of the three of you, so you have to get on your tippy toes to kiss him. 

Familiar. Your hands touch base at his chest before running up, cradling his face in your hands. You swipe the tears from him, giving him a biggrin. 

“I missed you, Izuku.” 

“Oh god, oh god—Can I?—Wanna kiss you both so bad, missed you so much, I’m so happy.” 

“Slow down, you idiot. You’re gonna scare ‘em, jeez.” Katsuki says, but his face betrays him. You can see that he wants that too, when you look up. They both look at you expectantly, and you nod. 

Izuku kisses you first. It’s just like him, terribly overwhelmed. He tastes mildly like salt, maybe from all the tears. He grabs your face and presses your lips to you like the world will end if he doesn’t. He does it once, pulls away, and does it two more times just to be safe. You giggle when he pulls away, looking at you in your eyes. 

“We should t-talk properly, but I’m so so sorry, I just—” 

You look at him. The scars all over him. The splattered freckles along the bridge of his nose and his dark lashes. You shake your head. 

“Later,” — You offer, fingers slipping under his shirt — “Need you both.” You say, a little quieter. 

This makes his eyes go wide before he pulls back completely, covering his face with hands. You hear Katsuki laugh behind you. 

“Lewd fucking nerd.” He says, with a terrible amount of affection. Izuku’s voice goes raspy. 

“Shut up, Kacchan.” 

“Oh that’s right. The two of you never went all the way, right?” 

You flush this time.

Katsuki  nips at your neck with his teeth, soft and playful. 

“You’re gonna make him cum in his pants, sweetheart,” 

You feel something tickle in the back of your throat. 

“I thought you weren’t… uhm. You know. Into me.” You admit. Izuku’s eyes widen so far his brows touch his hairline. Katsuku shake with laughter behind you. 

“You got no idea how fucking gross he is. Haah, that’s funny. Not into you my ass.” 

“Kacchan!” 

Before you register it, Katsuki whispers in your ears. They’re making eye-contact with each other with you sandwiched in the middle. They’re both so much. Too much for any one person to handle, you don’t know how you’re going to do it. 

Katsuki’s voice is smug. 

“Reach your hand out. Go on,” 

You do as he says, convinced you should. You want to. It’s not like you’ve never touched him before but never fully. You never really did anything, you just… 

You touch it. Touch him. Your whole body goes hot as you feel something heavy in the palm of your hand. thick. It twitches against the material of his pants. Above you, Izuku shudders. His whole body shakes slightly. 

“I didn’t even…”

“You think I call him ‘lewd nerd’ for fun. He’s a pervert, sweets. It’s just how it is.”

Your heart races. Fuck, what are you getting yourself into right now? 

But it feels right. And with the both of them over you, the warmth of their bodies and strong forms - you can’t help but want to fall into it. You close your eyes, look up and glancing at both of them. 

“I wanna do it.” You whisper, low. You feel your skin prickle with heat. Izuku groans and Katsuki chuckles. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

__

From the moment you stumble in your bedroom, everything around sort of disappears. 

You’re quick to lock the door behind you, to ensure your cat doesn’t follow you but the moment you’re in - you’re practically surrounded. The energy alone is enough to melt your spine. Izuku carries you in his arms and Katsuki trails behind you, giving you a vicisious grin that makes you wetter than you know to handle. 

It’s all very messy and desperate, trying to situate yourself into the bed. They keep you in the middle the entire time. At times like these, you’re grateful for the investment you made in your firm mattress. The two of them alone take up so much of the once roomy king-sized you find it hard to breathe. 

You’re sitting on your legs with Katsuki mirroring you, behind you. Izuku hovers over you like a shadow. Your head feels jumbled with everything surrounding you. The first thing you feel is the shape of Katsuki’s mouth. His lips are tender and soft, pressing into your shoulder blade. You let out a fluttery little sigh, unsure of what to do. 

It’s disorienting as much as it’s hot. You’re stuck between a rock and a hard place, two people who are wholly enigmatic without each other. Together you’re like stars colliding. Or maybe, yu’re the world between them, keeping them at bay - squeezed by the matter of their existence. Katsuki’s hand travel under your t-shirt, his hands squeezing your waist. 

Izuku tilts your head up to kiss you first, then reach over your shoulder kissing Katsuki. You think, sometimes, you like seeing them kiss more than you like being kissed on your own.

“You’re so pretty… She’s so pretty, right Kacchan?” 

He does an affirmative hum behind you. Heat rips through you, as Bakugou’s hands reach up. He cups your tits, bare underneath the fabric of your shirt. His chest rumbles with a groan, thumb, and pointer tweaking your nipples till they're hard. You let out a soft mewl. 

“Fuck.. fuck look at that.” 

He’s not talking to you, but to Izuku who’s watching you both with a shadowy expression. His eyes suddenly look dark. Terribly and utterly focused on your tits, where your nipples peek through your cotton white t-shirt. You would’ve worn something cute if you had the time. Thank god you showered at all, though you don’t think either of them would care. 

Instead of answering, Izuku tugs at the bottom of your shirt. You feel Katsuki behind you, lifting the material up. They work together well. You raise your hands to let it to taken off, feeling shy you try to tuck your chin. Izuku’s quick to draw you back, using his hand to turn your head with a gentle force. He’s soft, but authoritative. It shakes you to your core. 

“Hey. None of that okay. Keey your eyes on us.” 

“What he said, sweetheart.” 

You gasp a little as your bare skin touches the cold air. Goosebumps raise in patches all over your body. 

At a loss for words, your eyes follow Izuku in his movements. How he scoots back on the bed, then dips his head down. His mouth is a surprise - he kisses down your sternum and with no warning at all - gropes your chest like it’s all he’s ever wanted to do. 

It’s different from before. The way he squeezes them in his palms, pushes them together, watches them move and spill between his finger. He’s taking his time to explore you with the single-minded focus he always gets. His tongue planes over the hardened buds, around the creased skin before sucking the whole thing into his mouth. 

You throw your head back, mouth open in a quiet gasp. Katsuki slowly slides your hands over your navel, across your stomach. Around your middle, his fingers fidget with the waist-band of your shorts, before dipping into the line. Your thighs squeeze instinctively, chewing the inside of your cheek. 

It’s too much. You whimper a little as Izuku pays attention to your tits, your body flaring upr. Izuku is shameless in wanting you. His eyes are so focused on your every move, and his hands feel so impossibly big. It feels like he could eat you, swallow you - the way he touches you so shamelessly. 

You’re so aroused.  Wet enough that it’s soaking your cotton panties all the way through. It’s humiliating when Katsuki touches just over the seam, how his finger soaks on the damp spot. 

“You’re making her so wet, nerd.” 

“Really, Kacchan?” 

“Fuck, yeah. She’s soaked. Feel good?” 

The last part is talking to you. Izuku rubs your nipples with his thumbs, hands cradling your sides when you nod,

“Feels good.” You say back, halfway panting. You open your eyes up to look over at Izuku, then look back to Katsuki “I want you guys to take it off. Too many clothes.” 

Katsuki laughs behind you, and you feel him pull away. Izuku places a kiss on your hairline. You scoot over, away from them, and watch them as you get undressed.

Your eyes land on Katsuki first. You’ve seen Izuku naked before, almost completely. You’d never seen Katsuki, so you watch. He catches you staring, giving you a little smirk before he turns over to you. 

“You’re a freak too. Gettin’  off on watching me strip.”

You lean back on your palms. 

“Should I tip you?” 

He laughs. 

“Fuck off.” 

He takes it off a little more deliberately. Your eyes follow the curves in his body. The two of them are so stupidly jacked. Katsuki is a little leaner in his make up. His strength is concentrated in his back muscles and his arms. You see it when he reaches over his head. He’s lithe, smooth everywhere else but his arms are pure and almost brutish. It’s so sexy on him. There’s only one big scar on his body that you already know the story of. 

You don’t even realize you’re staring at him until you hear his voice, smug as he calls you over. 

“You wanna touch it?” 

You nod, a little sheepish about being caught. Crawling over to him, you’re standing on your knee.. Izuku watches the two of you, out of the corner of his eyes. His lower lip is tugged, pressed under his teeth. 

You let your fingers do the guiding. You start at his waist. He looks at you, intent. He’s artwork, you fight the urge to treat him rough - your fingers tracing over his obliques. Gently grabbing him, you trace all the way up the natural lines of his body, Even without flexing, you can see his physique. Your palms plane over the muscle of his back and arms before curling around his shoulders. 

“You’re arms are so nice.” 

“Yeah?” 

“And you’re…” 

Words escape you when you look down. His chest.. fuck. Katsuki is pale everywhere. His nipples are pink against his skin, noticeably bright. The cold season makes him pale where as Izuku is always tan. His chest is so fucking big. It’s so distracting you lose whatever you want to say. Your hands drop then reach forward, and without so much as a choice - you squeeze the fat of his chest between your fingers just like Izuku had been before. 

Izuku comes up behind you. The two of them share a look you don’t have the mind to pay attention  to. 

“Kacchan has nice tits, doesn’t he?” 

“Go fuck yourself, Deku.”

Your mouth feels so dry. 

“Y-Yeah.” 

“They’re sensitive.” Izuku tells you, voice thick. Revenge, or something along those lines. It piques your interest. 

“Yeah?” 

“Flick them. He likes it.” 

When you look at Katsuki’s face it’s strained. A warm shade of pink dances over every inch of his exposed skin, and he’s holding his breath. Oh, you think. He wants this. 

You flick his nipples and watch as his whole body crumbles forward. He drops his head on his shoulders, as you tweak and play with them. His voice is raspy, teeth gritted. 

“Fuck, y-you’re evil. Fuck, there.”

“Pick your head up, Kat.” 

He does so. He looks.. soft. Pretty. His eyes are a little glassy. You lean forward, letting your mouth close around one of his tits. He cries out, wobbly. Izuku is quick to keep him steady, hands reaching around to his hips. 

“You learn fast.” 

You hum sucking on each of them. Katsuki is a mess over you. His body is so hot, and you can see his cock against his clothes. You stay like that, the three of you stood on your knees with just enough space to tease and touch. Your body relishes the contact, mind-swimming. You indulge your desires to explore, tentatively testing the boundaries. 

You pull away briefly saliva making his tits shiny. He looks at you, dazed. 

“Can I leave marks on either of you?” 

“Freak.” Katsuki says. You flush. 

“Should be fine. Kacchan is wearing his winter costume, anyway.” 

You nod your head, then let your tongue lave over Katsuki’s neck before biting and sucking. You leave it a little under the collar, low enough to be easily covered. He lets out a soft hiss. 

“You’re so touchy with me. Gonna leave Izuku out to dry?” 

You laugh, rubbing your cheek into his pec. Grabbing his ass, he gives you a little scowl but doesn’t tell you to stop. 

“I never got to touch you. I touched Izuku at least.” 

You feel Izuku’s chin on your shoulder. 

“Kacchan’s right though, I feel neglected.” 

Izuku’s arm closes around your waist. You turn your head slightly, enough to see him behind him. 

“You want a hickey too?” 

Izuku buries his face in your neck. 

“Mm, maybe,” 

“Are you both usually this needy?” You ask amused.

“You would be too if you were us, y’know?” 

You think on what he’s said. Surrounded by the warmth of their bodies, you laugh. 

“You had each other,” You tease. Katsuki scoffs and Izuku sounds like he’s whining. They’re both cute when they act like that. 

“Like you didn’t have your fucking boy-toy.” Katsuki spits, petty jealousy clear in his voice. Izuku suddenly gets very tense and pulls away. 

The utter devastation in his voice makes you feel a little bad, but another part of you feels vindicated and kinda happy they care. You hide a smile. 

“...Are you seeing someone else?” 

“If I was?” 

Izuku makes a face you can only describe as heartbroken, making you burst out in laughter. 

“Izuku, I was just kidding! Stop looking so sad.” 

“You’re so mean.” 

To think you could bring the number one hero in the country to tears fills you with silent pride. Katsuki pipes up behind you. 

“She was gonna fuck him. Her legs are all shaved.” 

Izuku gasps scandalized. 

“Who even is he?!” 

“A college boy,” You interject, dropping your head onto his shoulder “He was flirting with me when I went to buy cigarettes. Akio.” 

Izuku frowns deep and frustrated. 

“Sounds like a jackass.” 

“He’s a nice kid, Katsuki. I’m still gonna get drinks with him on Saturday, anyway.” 

Two voices shout at you at once. 

“What?” 

“The fuck?” 

You break out into a fit of giggles. 

“I promised I would if he studied.” 

“And you’re gonna go and tell the kid that you’ve got two great boyfriends at home right?” 

You grin a little. The possession in Katsuki’s voice is tangible. Izuku is silent but you can practically feel the frustration off him. You hum, pretending to think. 

“Is that what you two are?” 

“You’re so fucking evil, baby. Evil.” 

You shrug. 

“Dunno. The role of ‘significant other’ was vacant for a long time. Think I should give it up so easily?” 

Katsuki sits up, leaning forward and trapping you between them. Your heart leaps. 

“Wanna know what I think?” 

You nod, Katsuki’s eyes sharpen. 

“I think it’s a bad idea to provoke two heroes who could run laps around you, yeah?” 

You look up at him, smiling. 

“All that stamina should be put to good use, then. Earn your title, heroes. Sound good?” 

“You’re such a tease.” Izuku rasps behind you. You look up to see him, eyes cloudy. 

“I’m nice to boys who deserve it.” You say on a whim. Both of them react in a way you can’t predict, shock first then lust right after.

“Need you now.” Izuku says through a breath. 

“How do you want me?” 

“Want you to sit on my face. Want Kacchan to suck my cock.” 

The way he says it makes you reel. You look at Katsuki. He looks.. obedient. It’s the only way you can think to call it. Excited. Your insides twitch. 

“Fuck.” You groan “I want that.” 

“Kacchan?” 

“Shut up and take your dick out, nerd.” 

His demeanors cools you off a little, but it’s not enough to stop the anticipation growing. The three of you suddenly move in haste. There’s enough room to move around, bed creaking as everyone adjusts to comfort. You watch Izuku lay down flat on the bed, the whole thing dipping under the weight of his body. You’ve seen him naked before, but it’s always a sight to behold. His whole body is covered in freckles, dense around his shoulders and his thighs. 

He’s strong everywhere. As jacked as someone at his height could be, to deal with the burden of his quirk. Even so, the strongest part of him are his legs. Thick, muscular thighs that make your whole body go alight. He’s covered in scars of different sizes, smaller around his waist and middle. Dense on his arms and chest. 

There’s hair on his stomach and over his pecs. Above his cock, well-trimmed and neat. 

You feel your mouth go dry seeing Izuku’s cock sitting between his legs. You’ve never.. not like this. Your eyes are focus on it, trailing down the line. He isn’t cut, and the tip is darker than the rest. It does a hard curve left.

It’s so thick. Your stomach does a flip ar how unfathomable it is just looking at it. 

“Nerd’s fucking hung, isn’t he?” 

“You’re so big, Izuku. How do you even…?” 

“You scared?” 

You nod soft, and the both of them laugh. 

“Worry about it later. Want you to sit on my face.” Izuku tells you. His tone is so agreeable, crushing your remaining barriers. Welcoming. You squirm a little thinking about taking it, but resign yourself to his request. You crawl over to him, situating your thighs on either side of his face. 

Katsuki observers you for a minute before sitting between Izuku’s legs. You can tell from his confidence that he’s done it a hundred times before. There’s something about the position, the feeling that you’re getting off on each other that has your core feeling tight. Izuku puts his hands on the tops of your thighs. 

For the first time, you’re fully at a loss. Katsuki gives you a grin when he realizes what you’re thinking. Your eyes are glued to his form, his physique. The curves of is body when he gets on his knees and arches up. Your heart thuds against your ribs desperately. The blood is rushing into your ears, your hand tingles with nerves.

Izuku must know where you’re focusing too, because his hands gently squeeze the tops of your thighs. He doesn’t take you down, or even move. His breath fans against your sticky cunt.

“Wanna see me suck cock so bad?” 

Whatever over takes you is unspeakable. He just makes it sounds so good. The words die off in your mouth. You’re so wet, hyperfocused on the visual. Katsuki wraps his hands around the base of Izuku’s cock, and from under you there’s a moan. The realization hits all at once like a bulldozer leveling a city. You find yourself sinking under the crushing realization of what you’re doing. They’re pleasuring you, and each other. All together. 

The thought alone makes your head spin. 

“Keep your eyes on me. Don’t close ‘em, since you wanna be a fuckin’ pervert. And nerd,” 

“Hn?” 

“Don’t let her cum if I tell you she’s closin’ her eyes.” 

You can feel his smile under you. 

“Good idea, Kacchan.”

You gasp. Mumble something about them being evil, but the words don’t register. Without another minute of hesitation, Izuku all but drags you down to him. 

The moment you feel Izuku dart his tongue out, you think the world from under you falling. You want, desperately, to close your eyes. It’s not like you’ve never had someone go down on you. 

But Izuku isn’t just eating you out. He isn’t even really doing it for you. There’s a drunkeneness to it that has your thighs squeezing around his head. His hair tickles your skin and you’re so close you’re sure you’re suffocating him.  His arms secure themselves around your thighs until you’re trapped in his grip. His tongue is gentle for a briefly,  if only to welcome you the sensation.

 But right after, with only a second between, he sucks his clit into the heat of his mouth. It’s so shameless it startles you. Your jaw hangs open, and your eyes squeeze shut. Your facing forward. You can feel the ridges of his nose, the point of his chin as the full weight of your body drops onto his face. Your hands fly forward, splaying on his chest to give yourself some semblance of balance. 

Izuku moves like he isn’t thinking about anything other than tasting you. The drag of his tongue, muscles moving against your clit makes your toes curl. You bite your lip to cut off the sounds threatening to leave you only to give up minutes later. 

“Ngh, ‘zuku—” 

“Open your eyes, sweetheart.” 

You struggle but listen. Blearily, you set your focus on Katsuki. The feeling of Izuku and his ruthlessness adds to your delirium. Suspended, you watch Katsuki work Izuku’s cock and feel like you might really die. The visual impact is enough to send you tipping over an edge more quick you ever have in your life and the intoxicated way Izuku’s latched onto your pussy makes you feel like giving in. 

Katsuki is watching you back. This stuns you the most of anything. His eyes, red and fixed, are hard and looking at the place where your pussy meets Izuku’s chin. Even as he swallows around his cock, he’s looking at you. Meeting your gaze as he slides is tongue under the swollen head of his cock, flicking the tip. He’s only got one hand, placed carefully on Izuku’s thigh for balance. 

But the other is fisted around his cock. His cock. Long, pink, leaking in his palms. Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

Izuku moans under you, into you. Submerged in the feeling of euphoria, you let out a pathetic cry. Katsuki watches you. His gaze is like splitting atoms, an impossibility happening infront of your eyes. All at once, you take everything in to process. You take Katsuki dipping his head down, his pinks lips stretching around Izuku’s cock. His eyes, stuck on your silhouttete as he takes it down the base without so much as a gag - the drool dripping down onto his chin in the same way you’re doing into Izuku’s face. 

You take in the sight of him pulling off, mesmirzed by how much he’s taken. How good he is, how sloppy. Izuku is too, and something occurs in your head that maybe this is another way they mirror each other. The messy way Izuku eats your pussy, with his tongue and the whole of his mouth. With ridiculous fervor, with hazy determination. 

You can’t take your eyes off of Katsuki. You’re consumed by the way they both make you feel, and you want to reach across to kiss him. Leaning forward, you rock your hips against Izuku’s tongue. 

You want to kiss him. You’re going to kiss him. 

“Katsuki,” You breathe out, voice broken. You rut yourself against Izuku’s face again this time, harder, clit rubbing hard against his tongue. He lets out an appreciative little moan, that encourages you chase your own high. 

Balancing on Izuku with one hand and leaning forward, you reach your other one around Katsuki’s neck.

You kiss him. Over Izuku’s cock at first then around. The realization of what’s happening makes him moan into your mouth. Finger tangled in the blonde hair, you kiss him with tongue. The gesture is utterly absent minded. It’s greedy. You can’t help but want everything all at once and being apart from him is making you agitated. 

You make out around Izuku’s cock after you feel sorry enough. Fucking yourself into his mouth, hips rocking - you take it upon yourself to join Katsuki. Whenever Izuku feels it, his fingers dig into your legs. Little crescent shaped indentations appear from how hard he’s gripping, how much he’s whining against your cunt and sending waves through you. 

You’re so turned on, it’s hard to clear your head. Riding Izuku’s face with complete disregard, helping Katsuki suck his cock. The both of you around his shaft, trying to kiss each other while pre-cum stains the exchange. Everything feels like it’s blurry, like a motion shot - a picture taken with a moving subject.  

You’ve held out for so long - you don’t have a chance to warn Izuku as an orgasm approaches you a full, frightening speed. Raggedly, you cry out his name. Katsuki groans, stopping to fix his eyes on your face. 

Izuku makes a sound of appreciation, helping you fuck onto his tongue in the rhythm you did before. You hold yourself just barely. 

All at once, with everything fibre of your being - you find yourself cumming. It doesn’t feel like any orgasm you’ve ever had before, not ever in your life. Like a bow and arrow, your entire body goes taut before the string snaps hard. All the muscles in your body freeze then release, the tension replaced with an unending wave of euphoria. 

It feels so fucking good. So good you can’t breathe. 

“O—Oh, fuck. Fuuh, fuck.” 

You cum and can’t stop. Even as you try to pry yourself off, Izuku holds you down. They both stop in their motions, glued to you. Something warm and desperate starts to rush. A warbled warning comes out of you. 

“I-Izuku, it’s—” 

All at once, you lean completely bacl another brief wave of release hits. You can feel it. Fuck, you’re—

“Holy shit, sweetheart.” 

You reel all the way back as you squirt into Izuku’s mouth - left to listening to him swallow it down. An audible gulp sends your stomach in knots, and you nearly fall. If Izuku wasn’t holding you, you would’ve. 

You collapse forward again, this time completely. Wiggling your hips away. 

Izuku lets go of you. Gasping for a breath of air immediately as you pull away, you see his cock twitch. Your cheek pressed against his navel, you take a minute to collect yourself. 

“Oh my god. You two are going to kill me.” 

The room is almost completely silent. 

“...Have you ever?” 

“I didn’t even know I could do that.” 

Muffled underneath you, you hear Izuku. 

“Can I please get a warning the next time the two of you  decide to go at me at once? I almost came.” Izuku whines. You share a look with Bakugou before breaking out into laughter. 

“Be fucking grateful nerd, Fuck that was so hot. You have a mean streak, sweetheart. Pulling my fucking hair.” 

You laugh shakily. 

“You suck dick like a champ, Katsuki.” 

He snorts. 

“Shut up.” 

For a minute, silence stretches between you. You squirm slightly, before frowning.  Appreciative it’s comfortable despite the intense emotions left to linger. 

“I was the only one who came.” You say thoughtfully. 

“To be fair I almost did. I was flexing my muscles to stop.” Izuku admits. You giggle at the bit of honesty. 

“Katsuki… wanna make you cum. Both of you, but it doesn’t feel fair,” 

“I had fun, don’t worry. I dunno about the nerd, but I do wanna fuck you.” 

Even after doing something so insanely sexual, a flush crawls up your spine. 

“I..I want you to fuck me.” 

“Wanna fuck you too,” Izuku says underneath you. You wiggle your hips, closing your eyes. You feel a little guilty, even suggesting it. 

You flop onto your back, pulling away from Izuku. With your legs kicked up, you cover your face with your hands about what you want to suggest. 

“I… uhm. The both of you could.. fuck me at once. If you wanted to.” 

You’re almost too afraid of opening your eyes when you hear Katsuki pipe up. 

“Holy shit, are you serious?” 

You roll over, away from them. You try to anyway. 

Before you know what’s happening, Izuku is sitting up. Like you weightless than piece of paper, he flips you over and grabs you until you’re situating his lap. Katsuki sits up, behind you. His chest is pressed against your spine. The two of them look at you hard but you keep covering your face. 

Izuku swallows the spit in his mouth, starting at you. 

“Do you mean.. like.. the both of us? At once?” 

“Y-Yeah.” 

“...You ever taken it in the ass before, sweetheart? Shit aint easy,” Katsuki says in something akin to earnesty. 

You laugh warmly. 

“In college.” 

Katsuki snorts. 

“Fucking really? With your dweeb ass boyfriend?” 

“Kacchan.” Izuku tsks, though you’re sure they share the same sentiment. You nod. 

“Anyway, I have. A-and it.. that way we’d all be super close, yknow?” 

Katsuki groans. 

“Fucking hell,” 

“What Kacchan said.” Izuku says, blowing an amused puff of air through this nose.

“It’s not a big deal,” You grumble. Katsuki laughs. 

“Hearing our newly acquired significant other say they want us to D.P. them is a big deal, idiot.”

“You’re so vulgar.” 

Izuku smiles at you both fondly, absently reaching a hand out. He cups Katsuki’s face in his palm, looking down at you. 

“We have to prep you really well. And if it’s too painful at any point, you have to tell me or Kacchan, Okay?” 

“Mm…Okay. Love you, Izuku.” 

He splutters. Katsuki clicks his teeth behind you. 

“Love you too, Katsuki. Love you both so much.” 

“We love you too,” Izuku says, alreacdy on the verge of tears. Katsuki laughs. 

“What the nerd said.”

You relish in each others company for a while, soft and leaning into each other. After everyone’s caught their breath, Izuku pats your thigh. 

“Do you have lube?” Izuku asks. You laugh, nodding. 

“Top drawer of my vanity.” 

Izuku pressed a kiss to your temple, getting up. 

“Okay. Get comfortable and lay down, Kacchan, lay with her.” 

“Not the boss of me, shitnerd.” 

Despite himself, Izuku gets up to get your things and Katsuki does as he asks. You get yourself comfortable in the bed and your blonde boyfriend follows suit. He lays down close to you, turned slightly to face you. 

He puts a hand out, running his middle finger along your jaw until your face is pointed to him. The proximity is comforting, your eyes following his lips. It’s an awfully  tender gesture when he kisses you, softly pressing his lips to yours. You make a little sound of approval into his mouth, making him grin. 

“Nervous?” 

“A little. Two at once is a lot” 

He snorts. 

“I bet. Just relax yeah. We’ll start with the hard part. Should make it easier.” 

You give him a little smile, kissing the corner of his mouth. 

“You make anal sound very romantic.” 

“You fucking saps are rubbing off on me. Do you know how you want us?” 

You scrunch your nose in embarrassment. It’s not like you don’t have an answer. 

“I want you inside and Izuku in.. y’know.” 

He gives you a playful grin. 

“You a masochist or something?” 

“Shut up,” You say weakly, tucking your chin “Just seems like something he’d be into.”  

“Guess you’re not wrong about that,” 

Like you’ve conjured him from thin air, Izuku returns to your bed with a familiar  bottle of lube and some condoms. His face looks unusually red as you watch him get back on the mattress, settling in between your spread legs. 

“Izuku?” 

He stops for a minute, startled. 

“You… have so many sex toys.” He says. Your eyes widen before you break out into a laugh. You thought you’d be embarrassed if anyone ever saw but for some reason, you mostly find it funny. 

“You serious nerd?” 

“More than the two of us combined, Kacchan,” 

Katsuki turns to look at you, leaning in to give you a giggly kiss. 

“Nasty.” 

“It slipped my mind, You found what you were looking for though, right?” 

He gives you a nod, holding up a bottle of lube - nearly full. You ran out a couple of weeks ago.

Izuku puts a palm underneath your knee, your breath hitching. He looks at you seriously for a minute, thumb rubbing a circle into your skin. He gives you a look. 

“Tell me if it hurts. I’m gonna go really slow, ‘kay? And Kacchan, keep her comfy.” 

“Got a good idea for that,” Katsuki says. You look at him curiously. 

“Keep your eyes on us, sweetheart.” 

Nodding, you lift your legs a little higher. You hold yourself up, nails pressed into the back of your thighs. Just like Katsuki insists on, you keep your eyes on Izuku. He looks determined as he flicks the lid open. The lube is shiny as it pours onto his fingers in a thick, clear stream. Warming it up, he looks down. You’re conscious of his gaze, the way you’re so bare and exposed. You can feel how spread out you are because of the position. 

Izuku rubs the ring of muscle first, before doing anything else. You squirm at the sensation. It’s not unpleasant, but it isn’t pleasant either. It just feels a little intrusive as he touches it, rubbing along the creased skin. 

“Relax, love. Don’t think about it.” 

You try to follow his words, so you turn your attention to Katsuki. He gives you a mild look before you feel his hand reach out, groping your tits before sliding his palm down your body, squeezing you gentle. 

“When he pushes in, take a deep breath and exhale. And don’t worry about anything else.” 

You nod, feeling him inch closer to you. He kisses you this time, soft. His hand keeps going lower and lower until you feel a finger against your puffy clit. It aches from his fingers. You try not to move. 

“Good?” Katsuki asks.

“Little more to the left, please.” 

He hums at the feedback and does as you ask, rubbing your clit just enough to take your mind off of everything. You find yourself relaxing involuntarily from the pleasure. While your head is busied with it, he kisses you. Engages you in making out, taking time to suck on your tongue in the way he’s learned you like. It’s a messy kiss, too drooly than you think someone like him would be comfortable with. 

But the contact feels good, feels nice. Your pussy responds to each of his gestures noticably, a dull throb growing inside from the ache. You want to be fucked, and you’d take it in whatever way you can have.

“Don’t squirm, baby.” Katsuki says, pulling away from you in a pant. 

“Hard,” You say simply. He laugh, biting the roundest part of your cheek. 

“Sooner you’re prepped, sooner we can fuck you.” 

“Gonna push in okay? Take a deep breath.” 

You nod. Katsuki keeps you steady, breathing with you as you feel Izuku push in his middle finger in. It’s a just barely there sensation. You’re expecting some pain, but there’s nothing more than a dull sense of discomfort. You let out a long, deep breath, until you feel him reach the first knuckle. The prep is relatively uninteresting, but you can feel a stretch. A mild, sensitive feeling of invasion. 

But it feels.. dirty? Forbidden, somehow and that’s making your breath hitch. The both of them are staring so hard at you. Katsuki keeps rubbing your pussy to keep you at bay. You hiccup.

“Okay?” 

You nod. 

“Doesn’t hurt. Just feels… funny.” You say. Izuku breathes a sigh before he very slow pulls the finger out of you. Your heart pulses, a sense of relief when he takes it out that leaves you curious. Your eyes widen. Katsuki takes notice of your expression. 

“Feels nice?” 

“Y-Yeah.” 

Izuku goes a little faster this time, a little harder. When the motion is fluid, he’s careful to add another finger. You feel lube drip down onto your ass, the thick and sticky sensation. Katsuki leans into you. 

“Deep breath,” 

You listen, breathing deep as another finger joins him. This time the stretch is more noticeable. Izuku leans forward, kissing your knee where you’re holding it up. 

“Pretty little hole,” Izuku muses. Your eyes go wide from embarrassment when you hear Katsuki snicker at you.  Izuku doesn’t stop his mumbling, fixed on how your fingers suck him in “Can’t wait to fuck you.” 

Lost in a haze, his eyes flick up to you with a smile. It’s so disarming it startles you. You lean back. 

“Okay, baby?” 

“You’re s-so dangerous.” 

He frowns. 

“Why do you say that?” 

Katsuki scoffs above you, making you feel marginally better. You take another breath as he repeats the motions of before, slowly fucking into you. You feel your ass give as you get comfortable, your body no longer instinctively resisting the sensation. You feel yourself stretch and stretch and stretch, but it doesn’t feel the same as being torn open. There’s something strangely familiar about the gesture. 

Katsuki touches you through it. Teases your clit with his fingers and brings you to the edge, always stopping before you can cum. Despite your protest, you get the feeling it’s to help you cum while you’re getting fucked but not before then. You let out soft little moans of pleasure and the way Izuku is starting to fuck you open on his fingers is finally starting to feel like something besides funny. 

You look down at Izuku, who gives you a half smile. Something deep in you aches, it’s a sensation you haven’t felt in a long time. Bone-deep desire to be fucked and filled and close together leaves you oddly emotionaly. 

“You, okay? Think you’re ready?” 

You feel yourself squirm against Katsuki’s hand, who’s busied himself by cupping your pussy with his palm.

“I’m ready. Want you in my ass, and Katsuki in me,” You tell him. His eyes widen before he lets an involuntary groan. Sometimes his predictability is charming in it’s own way. 

“Yeah.. yeah. Then let Kacchan get underneath you, and I’ll get on top. Sound okay?” 

“Mm,”

It takes a minute to switch positions again but eventually you end up where you want. Katsuki lays comfortably on the mattress, head propped up on some pillows. Rubbing his cock with one hand lazily, he gives you smirk. 

“Hop on?” 

“Oh fuck you,” 

A laugh bubbles out of you as you crawl ontop of him, throwing your legs on either side of his hips. You hover over his cock, getting comfortable as you feel his hands grab your ass and squeeze, pulling them apart without shame. He’s got the same look as always, a cocky looking smile as he pivots his hips and rubs the head of his cock against your folds. Shuddering, you wrap your hand around the base. 

“Sure you don’t need prep?” 

You nod your head, biting your lip as you guide the head of his cock down a little lower. You feel Izuku behind you. 

“No condom?” 

“Wanna feel it.” You reply. Katsuki groans under as you guide the head to your entrance. You take a deep breath as you start to sink yourself on it. Going as slow as possible to make sure it doesn’t hurt, Katsuki does a hard hiss underneath you. His head tilts back, mouth open in loud moan. You feel his cock twitch inside of you as you finally push yourself to the last inch. 

When you bottom out you sigh, the familiar and pleasant sensation starting to ensnare you. Eyes heavy, you look at Katsuki who looks like he’s having a hard time keeping his head above water. Your hands go on  his chest. 

“Katsuki?” 

“I’ve never—holy shit—” 

“You’ve never done it like this?” 

“Bakugou lost his virginity to Kirishima and I lost mine to Ochako. So he’s never…” 

Unable to help your shock, an idea pops into your head as you lean forward. He feels so fucking good. He’s got a curve just upright that sits nicely inside of you, keeps you full and touches you in all the right ways. Beneath you he’s trembling, unable to shake the feeling. 

“Katsuki,” You purr, breathy as you lift your hips up. “Does that feel good?” 

“H-Holy fuck. Fuck, baby—you’re so wet. Feels like you’re gonna melt me,” 

With a little effort, you do an intentional squeeze around him. His eyes shoot open, gasping for air. 

“D-Don’t—You little shit. Squeezing me like that, stupid brat.” 

He holds your hips down where you stop, giving you a look that’s only half angry. 

“I’m just making you feel good.” You maintain. His hand comes down on your ass hard, making you laugh. 

“You can make me feel good without trying to milk me, fucksake. Slow down and let Izuku in,” 

You give him smile, leaning forward. Katsuki gets what you’re trying to do almost immediately. His hands squeeze your ass again, this time spreading you apart intentionally. You can only see from the corner of your eye because you’re squished into Katsuki’s chest - bare chest on his. But Izuku shoots off a deep, guttural groan as Katsuki offers him a smile. You feel his chin atop your head. 

“Don’t make her wait long, dweeb.” 

It happens just like that. Izuku approaches you, cock in hand and situates behind the two of you. You take in a deep breath when you feel the tip protruding against your hole. Everything… halts. Like the sound of something, a faint quiet before everything hits the ground running. You’re already stretched, already full with cock. Your head can’t wrap around taking anymore but still, Izuku persists. He grabs you with great strain, and pushes his cock into the tight ring with a choked cry. 

All three of you react to the feeling. He’s not even all the way in, but the deep sensation and pressure has you reeling already. Katsuki lets out a yelp. The both of them are grabbing you, anchoring themselves as Izuku pushes himself just barely inside. A tight fit wouldn’t even begging to describe it. You feel plugged up completely, from the inside. 

“C-Can I…? Can I please—” 

“Move, Izuku, move.” 

And he does. He does it slowly, at an awfully slow pace like he’s trying to keep you all the way together. Brain full of static, you’re absolutely fucking astounded. He pushes in a little more, and the heavy weight of his cock feels like it’s sinking. You can feel his cock against Katsuki’s inside of you. They both feel it at the same time because underneath Katsuki is twitching. Letting out pants, face strained and absolutely fucking out of it. 

The room is filled with a wet, sticky sort of noise as Izuku moves himself. He checks in, pushes when you confirm, and does it for what feels like ages until you feel his navel against you. He’s inside of you, completely inside of you. You feel… complete. It’s so fucking unbelievable. It feels like being torn apart, ripped in half. A sensation you couldn’t imagine existing. 

All while feeling incredible. It’s deep enough to push the air out of you, out of your lungs in a ragged breath. Your body goes limp, sweaty between the two of them. 

“Baby, baby, you feel incredible and K-Kacchan, can f-feel Kacchan in, Kacchan’s cock you, feels so good, love you both, love you so much—wanna move, can I? Can I move baby, need to—” 

“Fuck me,”

Like they do everything, they work together in sync so seamlessly in breaks you. Katsuki gives Izuku room to thrust first, letting him control the pace to make sure you’re not hurt. The feeling of his big cock, fucking your ass when you’re already so hopelessly full, is making your body feel completely limp. Every single nerve of pleasure that could be touched or toyed with is being rubbed against. Pleasured from the inside out, your mouth is fallen open in a silent scream. 

You’re all so close. You’re face is tucked into Katsuki’s neck where you can hear his every breath or moan or cry. Izuku is draped over you, his chin over your shoulder - mouth against your neck and licking the sweat off of your skin. One of your hands is on Katsuki’s chest, and the other is reaching around for Izuku - for something of him to hold onto. Your vision is blurry, and the world outside is finally starting to sink into the night.

 Room painted in an vibrant orange daylight, you’re soaked in pleasure that feels hedonistic. The violent waves of pleasure leave you feeling like kindling - the thing that makes fires burn. The first time you cum from this, you don’t register it completely. The bliss of the experience isn’t concentrated. You feel the dull throb of desire - starting from the top of your head to the soles of your feet. 

You cum, the first time, without any intention. The forces around make it happen and the way you squeeze makes both men have to stop completely as you ride out your high - the feeling of it overshadows your first orgasm. 

It’s an out-of-body experience. You start to see your vision go white, and when you’re finished - you feel the two of them start to fuck you again. This time it’s slower, more deliberate as they try to drag the feeling out.

Izuku wraps a hand around your waist, sticks between your body and Katsukis. You feel his fingers on your clit, wincing. His voice is soothing, gentle. 

“I love you. Want us all to cum together. I love you so much. We’re so close. One more, okay? Just one more.” 

“I love you, sweetheart. Love you too, nerd. Give us one more. Together?” 

You don’t know what it is. It’s a weird fucking time to get all emotional, all worked up into nothing. Still, you find yourself nodding. It’s a strange time to think you’re so in love but you’re so worked up, so blissful like you’re being cradled by the golden threads of the sun. Warm all over your body in as much measure as you’re burning with lust. The feeling of their bodies, of Katuski placing kisses on your skin and Izuku pressing himself to your cheek. 

Izuku panics when you cry, but you reassure him that you’re fine. And you are fine, completely and utterly fine. There’s just something terrifying about being loved at such a magnitude - being able to do something like this at all without any pretense or fear. The mutual sensation of trust and all the pleasure.

Everything that happened, the life you’ve lived so far that once felt blurry comes to you with clarity. Like clear water, your love appears in front of your eyes, and it appears clear. It was never worthless. Never meaningless. Always meant to be, and always purposeful. The two of them have loved you with so much intention since the beginning, and it’s taken this long to take it in. To realize. 

With a shaky, soft voice - you warn them. 

“G-gonna cum.” 

You let go this time, pure relief running through. A few more short thrusts have them both following suit. Feeling them twitch inside of you at the same time makes your heart feel strangely full. It’s all a little stupid, but when the adrenaline starts to settle - you can’t help but smile. 

The room is completely dark as the three of you lay together in the silent aftermath. Your eyes  feel heavy as you fall forward. 

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You don’t wake up till the next morning. 

It’s a little disorienting, truthfully. The sun isn’t out, instead the day is wrapped by comfortable clouds and cool rainfall. You don’t even know the time as you finally get yourself up - though you’re both naked and clean. 

Sitting up in your bed, memories of last night return to you swiftly. Your lower back throbs painfully. You laugh, putting your hand on it while you rub your eyes. Looking around your room, you find a stack of clothes with a note on top. 

“In the kitchen. Get dressed and come join us.” Written in Katsuki’s handwriting. 

Standing up to stretch, you rub the remaining tired out of your vision and throw out what clothes have been set for you before unlocking your door and stepping out into the living room. 

You’re surprised to find the both of them still there. Izuku is pouring cat food for Ganache, while Katsuki is at the stove making something that smells nice though you aren’t sure what it is. 

You hear Izuku first. He turns around to find you dressed, his face breaking out into a smile. Without a warning, he picks you up and spins you around in his arms. You let out a squeal. 

“Ah, Izuku! Wait, I haven’t brushed my teeth,” 

“Don’t care. Kiss! Kiss!” 

You can’t help but relent to him as he carries you effortlessly in his arms. He places kisses all over your neck and face before kissing you on the lips. You get comfortable against him, surprised by how sturdy it is. He rubs his face against you as he carries you on one arm, dragging you to Katsuki who looks at you a little unamused. 

You lean over to kiss him on the lips which he returns with soft smile. 

“You fucking idiots better sit down to eat. Swear to god.” 

Instead of answering, you kiss him one more time. He rolls his eyes but returns the gesture before busying himself back with the food. 

Izuku eases you on the counter instead of either you going back to sit. He stands between your legs. 

“Thanks for making breakfast. What time is it?” 

“11:32,” 

Your eyes widen immediately, as you scramble up. 

“Shit, I have work today.” 

Izuku stops you, looking sheepish. 

“No you don’t.” He says, looking away. 

“Huh?” 

Katsuki grins, flipping over the rolled egg with a self-satisifed laugh, 

“Sometimes,” He starts, pouring more egg into the pan “Being a Pro-Hero has it’s perks.” 

You immediately start into a fit of laughter, leaning forward to nuzzle into Izuku’s chest. 

“And you two?” 

Izuku’s voice reverberates. 

“Called in some favors. Thought it’d be good to spend a day together.” 

You feel like you’re in one long dream. After everything. There’s still so much to talk about but you let yourself ride the high.  Contented, you sigh, wrapping your arms around Izuku and closing your eyes. 

“I think so too.”

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－ Midnight Rendezvous - 42!Miles Morales - Spiderman: Across The Spiderverse

－ In which no one in life understands you, except the boy in the flat across the hall who you sneak out onto the rooftops with every Sunday night.

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“Rough day, huh?” Those three words are how your usual hangouts started. The night air is a bit chilly, complementary of the early spring weather that comes with February. It’s refreshing at least, compared to the week the both of you have had.

“Don’t even get me started,” you drone, pulling the hoodie sleeves over her fingers to keep them from growing cold. The sweater is actually Miles’, one he’d let you borrow on a much colder midnight rendezvous, and you had yet to return.

He sits criss-cross next to you, the ends of his twin french braids moving as he does so. The fluorescent lighting from the streetlights paint his face in a pretty glow, the sounds of police sirens are distant and remind you of the kind of world you live in. Despite it all, however, these little trips to the rooftop with Miles on Sunday evenings give you a sense of serenity.

“Can’t have been worse than mine.” he comments.

“Well,” you say in an exhale, “the entire school is pink and red now for Valentines Day.”

“Shit- I forgot about that,” You go to the same school, so he knows exactly what you're referencing, and he snickers in distaste, wiping down the length of his face, “I’m not looking forward to that tomorrow.”

“Be lucky you didn’t have to help decorate it,” you say, “though I can say confidently that you should expect a lot of secret admirer letters in your locker.”

A little laugh leaves your lips as you watch Miles sink into his seat, hands covering the back of his head as he cowers and pouts; he didn’t want to be reminded of his popularity status amongst the girls at Visions Academy, but you couldn’t not pass up the opportunity to mess with him a little bit.

“I think I might just die, thanks.” he murmurs in defeat. You rest your hand on his back, running soothing circles in between his shoulder blades.

“Don’t get all shy now, playa,” you tease, “you knew it was coming. Now it’s time to face the music!”

“I’d rather face my mom with a slipper on a bad day from the hospital.”

You playfully push the other to the side, laughter filling the air from both of you, because you knew there to be some truth in his statement. You were sure that he would take every loophole possible to avoid the girls he knew had a massive crush on him, and that he’d much prefer his mothers’ snappy attitude than the bombardment of his classmates with heart shaped eyes. “You play too much.”

After he recovers from your playful assault on him, he sees that you’ve turned your attention to the sky above the two of you. “The stars are out tonight.”

There isn’t much to see in a city heavy with light pollution, but the stars are there. Little specks of twinkling lights hung high in the sky to be admired by all; Miles sees why you like them. Its as easy to get lost in the deep blue sky as it is to get lost in you, which he finds himself doing more frequently.

“They’re so pretty,” you say mindlessly, and Miles turns his gaze from the sky onto you. There’s silence for a moment, and you’re so caught up in the stars you have yet to notice how the boy finds you much more prettier in this light.

“Yeah,” he says lowly, almost in a murmur, “sure is.” He then turns back towards the sky, wondering if it’s the sky he should find more prettier than the girl who keeps him company on the rooftops of their apartment building.

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Bonded - Part 2 - Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where you can feel your soulmate's emotions. When you meet, usually their name appears on your wrist.

A/N: Please let me know if you'd like this to be continued! Any feedback is appreciated! I also would love requests for anything Dean, Chris Evans characters, or Sebastian Stan characters! It can be blurbs, drabbles, or longer! Oh, also I imagine Dean being around 28/29 here while reader is approaching 25.

Word Count: 2K

Part 1

Dean’s POV

It was a simple case. It was a simple salt and burn. The spirit was going after highly driven authority types. CEOs, things of that nature. The motive was something about powerful people hurting the weak. He didn’t really know. Honestly, he didn’t really care. He just wanted to do what he did best and that was to eliminate this son of a bitch. 

The old house creaked under his boots. The brown laces scraped against each floorboard he passed. He could taste the dust that was in the air, causing his chest to tighten slightly from the pollution in his lungs. Sam had decided to cover the back, while he went through the front. He held his flashlight in his left hand and his gun in his right, completing the necessary checks around the perimeter. After an arduous search, they finally found the bones in the basement.

Quickly, he reaches into his duffle bag and grabs the salt, turning it over and covering the bones as his eyes scan around the room. It was odd not to have encountered the spirit yet, but his suspicions were confirmed when he heard a loud crash coming from the top of the stairs, the door had swung shut. A groan leaves his lips dropping his bag, reaching for the shotgun with the rock salt. “Sammy! Burn the bones while I keep ‘em back would ya?!” He yells out, deciding to guard the stairs. 

It was all running relatively smoothly, until ole casper decided to pop up out of nowhere. Dean doesn’t think. He just reacts, pumping the shotgun and shooting at the ghost. He would never admit it, but it gave him quite a jump scare. His palms were sweating and his heart was racing as the spirit approached, seemingly impervious to the shots taken by Dean.  His heart was thumping wildly in his chest as the shotgun was knocked from his grasp and he was pinned to the grimy cinderblock wall. “Sammy!” he called out, watching him fumble with the match to burn the bones.

Despite the fear that coursed through his body, there was a sense of calm that washed over Dean’s physical body. You. It was you. He could feel you trying to calm him down. While he appreciated it, now was not the time for him to fall into your relaxing state. He fought against it as much as he could, waiting for Sammy to finally finish with the bones.

He let out a sigh of relief as the spirit disappeared, the bones completely destroyed. “Took ya long enough” he grumbled as he tried his best to catch his breath, knowing that you were still trying to soothe him as best as you knew how. He shook his head at the thought. This must be very confusing for you at the very least.

He tried to gather his thoughts as he and Sam took the Impala back to the motel. The drive was quiet between the two brothers, but it was anything but quiet inside of Dean’s head. All he could think about was you.

Dean had felt your emotions for as long as he could remember. The little things and the big things, he could feel them all with a heaviness in his chest. These things were relatively normal for soulmates. But, growing up in the world he did, Dean was also acutely aware of the things in life that were not normal. He knew that being able to help regulate your soulmate’s emotions was not a usual thing. So, he dove into the lore of it all and he found it. He found the term that describes the kind of soulmate that he had. 

They were “bonded.” He took a deep dive and learned everything that there was to know about being bonded to his soulmate. It meant that when he met you, his name would form on your wrist, but yours would be written over his heart. Why? Because you were his source of heart. His name would be on your wrist because he was your source of strength. Once he met you, his entire life would change and so would yours.

Dean knew you were trying your best to accommodate him. He could feel you each time you tried to relax him. What was worse, he could feel you suppressing your own emotions. He could only guess it was for his sake, not wanting him to have to feel your pain. He knew you were kind in that way, that your heart for him was greater than any other, which is why your name would appear on his chest one day. Had he known this sooner, he would have left some extra space and not had his anti-possession tattoo placed in the same vicinity. He knew once he met you he would wear your name proudly. 

He had a million thoughts racing through his mind as he drove them back to the motel, knowing you must be confused by everything that was happening to you. All he wanted to do was comfort you. He could feel the bristle of your own anxiety when his emotions couldn’t be kept in check.He was sure he woke you with his antics on more than one occasion, and he felt bad for that, but he was starting to calm down with your help. Sometimes he wondered how he would have ever made it without you caring about him, albeit in a roundabout way. No matter what, he could always count on you to be there for him, which isn’t something he could say about most people in his life. This is why he promised himself that once he met you, he would never let anything harm you and he’d never let go.

Trees blurred past his vision as he kept his attention on the highway, thoughts of you in every moment. What did you look like? Were you tall or shorter? Would you be afraid of him and what he does? What was the name of your favorite perfume? He could always smell it himself when you put it on, smell triggering some of the strongest emotions in you. He didn’t know the name, but he wished he could find it and keep it around for when he couldn’t feel your emotions, just to have you with him. 

Dean had reached the Age of Choice several years ago now. He no longer had to wait to be with someone else if he wanted to. But that was just it, he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to be with anyone but you. The one person that he has had with him his entire life, cared about him and never let him down. Sure, he had definitely had his fun over the years. He was no blushing virgin by any means. Funnily enough, when he was with those girls, that was when he was the most emotionally cut off from you. Deep down he knew that he didn’t want to cause you that pain, but he also didn’t feel anything for them. It was a quick way to forget for a moment, but that was all that it was. There were no emotions involved. He knew that he wanted to find you, but he didn’t know how.

By the time that Dean had pulled into the motel parking lot, he knew you were asleep. He could feel the calm lull and lack of anxiety, which told him you probably drifted off after he had steadied himself in the drive. 

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The next morning Dean was woken up with a grunt. Sam threw some clothes at him and yelled at him to get up. “Come on, I found another case!” he shouted, causing Dean to groan and slowly change into his clothes.

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After a coffee run and a short drive they reached what looked like the average office building. Sam had explained over the drive that there had been another death last night and that they may want to do some poking around to make sure no one else raised suspicion, even if they already had dealt with the spirit.

Upon getting out of Baby, they threw on their FBI jackets and grabbed their badges before walking inside the relatively nondescript building. Dean scanned the room as they walked in, noticing the way each employee’s eyes would flick up to them as they walked past, stopping what they were doing in the process. It was like they were frozen as they watched the men walk to what looked like a receptionist’s desk. 

There was a young girl standing there, Dean thought she couldn’t be much older than 18, frantically answering calls and letting people know that, no, her boss wasn't in today and they would have to reschedule. His eyes flicked down to her name tag that read ‘Natalie,’ while they waited for her to acknowledge their presence. Once she seemed to stop panicking on the phone, she attempted to straighten her appearance, smoothing her skirt out with her hands. Dean noticed the blush on her cheeks, knowing she likely found one of them to be attractive. He smirked slightly, taking note that they may be able to use that to get information later.

“Hi Mr. FBI Agents, sirs,” the girl stammered out, “I’m sorry for the mess, but our boss didn’t come in today and his executive assistant is running late,” she explained earnestly. 

“Well that’s actually what we’re here for. I’m Agent Jones, and this is Agent Smith, your boss died last night,” Sam says to the girl, watching as her reaction switches to one of shock.

“This executive assistant of his, do you know where she’s at?” Dean questioned, quirking an eyebrow up at her.

“Y/N? You’re looking for Y/N Y/L/N? What would you want with her? I know her, sh- she’d never do anything like that, you don’t have to worry about her!” Natalie states, her breathing becoming erratic the longer she talked. She quickly came to your defense, knowing your character. You had just texted her and told her you were on the way, with not only your boss’ coffee order but hers as well. She knew you would never be capable of anything horrid.

“Woah, woah, woah, nobody is accusing anyone of anything. We’d just like to have a word with her. If she was close to him, then she might have some insight into some questions we’d like to ask. Now, where is she?” Dean asked, his tone becoming a little harsher this time.

The girl merely pointed towards the doors that they had come in through, her hand shaking a bit in fear of repercussions. Dean and Sam watched as a young woman barged through the swinging glass doors. Dean smirked slightly as he saw you maneuver your way around, 3 coffees in hand and without spilling a drop. It was a sight to be seen. He thought it was odd the way it struck him, the grace that you held while simultaneously trading your flats for the heels you had in your bag. He tried his best to keep his expression neutral, though, as you approached them. 

It looked as if you really weren't paying attention to them, but once you got closer, Sam spoke up. “You must be Miss Y/L/N?” 

Dean noticed the way that your eyebrows raised, watching you intently as you responded “That’s me. Can I ask who you are?” your tone was polite, but he could tell that you were anxious to get past the two of them.

“I’m Agent Smith and this is Agent Jones, we are here to ask you a few questions about your boss,” he replied, instinctively reaching his hand out to grab yours.

He winced as he felt it, a groan escaping his lips and pulling at the fabric of his shirt. Your name began inscribing itself onto his chest, right below his anti-possession tattoo and over his heart. Dean could sense your confusion when you noticed your name wasn’t on his wrist, but his chest. He couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his face, seeing the shock written on your face. 

“Well, sweetheart, looks like we’re not only soulmates, we’re bonded. And we need to have a conversation.”

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[marinaiguess]

1am thoughts

the first person who equated super sonic to a shooting star, was tails. by the time he followed sonic on his first adventure, he'd never seen a shooting star. he didn't remember much, but as far as his memories went, the sky was always too unclear, the atmosphere was too polluted to discern many stars or constellations. sure, many were visible but he could tell there was so much more than what he was looking at right then. even during the nights he wasn't alone anymore, when he couldn't fall asleep, he'd try to find the missing pieces of the sky. he didn't know he'd travel all the way to space one day.

and then, right at the end of their adventure, as sonic destroys eggman and his plans, tails sees him from afar. he sees him transform, turning into the brightest thing he's ever seen. he flies and manoeuvres through the air, grinning widely. as he moves further away, he starts looking like a moving star to tails. he's in awe, but his admiration is cut off by the urgency of the situation, as he follows sonic with the tornado in case he needs a helping hand.

their next stop is angel island and that's where the two spend their nights for the next span of time. tails doesn't know if it's the altitude or the lack of pollution but he can see the stars so clearly for the first time in his life. he's literally starstruck as he tries to take in the wonderful view, the vastness of the universe.

and then he sees it; a shooting star. he gulps. he checks his side to make sure his eyes don't play any tricks on him, but sonic is there. he looks at the sky again, wondering how sonic had the time to transform, fly all the way up there and return without him realizing it. another shooting star. he looks at him again. were there more super sonics in this world? more people who looked like moving stars? because there's no way the stars started moving in their own. the only one who had the power to fly across the sky like that, was sonic.

sonic senses Tails' gears turning in his head, just by his expression, and asks him of it silently with an expression of his own. "Super sonic, I mean, you, can go so fast and you shine so bright you look like a moving star. that's what you looked like when I saw you fly while battling eggman! but...I just saw two stars fall in the sky and you're here? how does that make sense?" tails questions, asking sonic but also himself.

sonic snickers at his serious expression and after a few troubling tries at signing, he explains what it is. "shooting star." Tails seems to grasp the concept very vaguely but sonic reassures him they'll get a book about it in a library as soon as they visit one so Tails can learn more about them.

But even as he grows older, Tails still can't tell the difference between super sonic and a shooting star.

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[swtjce]

hi!! i love love love your stories... can I request a meet-cute she fell first he fell harder situation with k, please!🥹🖤 tysm <3

the last train at 25 o'clock ☆ &team k

pairing : reader x k

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note : thank u sm anon! that means so much genuinely...... this req really sparked my creativity tonight i had to do it so quick!!! i hope u enjoy &lt;333 this is not proofread btw..

the last train leaves the platform leaving two people behind

the echo of the bell sinks into the night

if we hold hands and look up at the starry sky, you and i will fly alone through the night

rapid puffs of air from your labored breathing can be seen in the cold of the night, the fast steps faltering as you become exhausted from sprinting to your local train station. you severely underestimated the time it’d take you to get from your apartment to the station, leaving your hair in a nest and your scarf nearly falling off of your shoulders. the sound of your luggage rolling against the pavement becomes quiet as you come to a halt in front of the empty train tracks. your eyes dart quickly from your phone to the sign above that says 'train has departed'. you can barely catch your breath, not letting yourself get a break as you mentally beat yourself up for your poor time management, cursing under your breath. 

"i knew i should have left earlier..."

the sounds of your own battle with yourself completely made you deaf to the other pair of footsteps running towards the same tracks. you look up through your eyelashes, not expecting to see such a tall man right next to you. 

his cheeks were flush, breath not as heavy as yours was, hair falling nicely against his forehead with some strands blowing oh so softly. he goes through the same routine: checking his phone, looking up at the sign and then mentally cursing at himself.

it was only a few seconds later he glances over, finally noticing you as you both bare your own luggage, sharing the same fuck up that could of been avoided.

a smile grows on the man's face, finally realizing how ridiculous this whole situation is. his cheeks lift up and his plump lips even out to frame his white teeth. 

his head tilts, furrowing his brows as he opens his mouth. 

"looks like we're stuck here.. until the next train at least"

"i think this was the last train.."

you respond, head hanging low as you shuffle your feet together. you're not sure why you're doing this. 

the feeling of shame from missing your train?

being nervous about talking to this random handsome man?

your head picks up at the sound of a large sigh. the man looks like he's about to lose it... his laughs becoming more frequent. hysterical, almost.

"hah, i live two hours away... no way i can commute back, and this late?"

he finds himself walking towards a bench as if he's given up on everything he's ever worked towards. your legs follow suit as you place yourself down right next to him, leaving a little room to breathe.

when you looked up at the sky the stars shined the brightest that night, planes blinking out of your line of sight. you've never seen this kind of view from your apartment window, stars always being clouded by the city lights that polluted it. maybe tonight was supposed to happen.

"i can stay here with you if you would like... i wouldn't want to keep you waiting out in the cold by yourself"

your tone was soft and quiet, your fingers fidgeting at your knit sweater. god knows that out of the both of you, you were definitely the coldest sitting out here. how you would kill to just take the next fifteen minutes walking home to the warmth of your room than sit out here for however long. of course, something, or rather someone, begged you to stay.

"that'd be nice. spending it with someone is far better than alone"

"what's your name?"

"yudai, you?"

"y/n"

your conversation was exchanged through several short sentences and soft sighs. at this point your ears were threatening to freeze off of your head. you kept your smile wide and you suddenly cared about how your hair fell against your face as you were talking to him. 

-

yudai decided to call his friend to come pick him up from the station while you two were exchanging conversations. all you could think about was how you had two hours left together, which did not feel like nearly enough.

you kept your hands in your pockets, filled with hand warmers that you brought yourself plus the ones yudai gave to you on hand. you already know it's going to take you an arm and a leg to get you to throw these things away once you get home.

'do i like a stranger?'

a crush seemed like a better term. you didn't want to label your feelings so quickly, anyone would feel butterflies for yudai. but this moment seemed too niche and intimate for you to not feel a single thing for him. 

"how long until your friend gets here?"

"want to get rid of me that badly?"

you scoff, bumping at his shoulder playfully. 

"of course"

"about forty-five minutes"

it was interesting seeing how easy you could get along with yudai in such a short amount of time. the night seemed endless to the both of you. watching airplanes fly away and listening to the sounds of the occasional car driving past felt like something out of a movie. 

you didn't want it to end, and neither did he.

-

twenty minutes fly by, your head now comfortably resting on his shoulder as he rants about his own life back in his hometown. your silent nods and hums are appreciated by him, he knows you're exhausted at this point. 

god also knows you would have invited him back to your apartment in a heartbeat if you could, spending these cold nights under the warmth of your heated blankets. 

"thank you for spending your time here with me.i really appreciate it, y/n"

quiet hums turned into soft breathing on your end, eyes fluttered shut with your lips slightly parted. 

his cold, white hands maneuver your loose hair around your ear. yudai was freezing, even with you right next to him. all of his hand warmers made their way over to your pockets, his own feeling barren and empty. softly, his head leans on top of yours, careful not to disturb your rest. 

he looks back up at the sky, the moon shining the brightest he's ever seen, light stretching over the pitch black like a panorama. it feels like he's reenacted this scene a thousand times over in his head. oh, how he wishes he could have more than two hours with you. 

his heart is beating the hardest at this point, afraid it might wake you up. 

“ten more minutes.." he mumbles after checking on the text notification from his friend. 

his head still leans comfortably against you as he begins to rest his own eyes. the hand warmers have turned cold at this point with the only thing keeping yudai from freezing was the scarf shared around both of your necks. his body scrunches in towards you, wanting to spend these last ten minutes in a shared silence. yudai is only slightly worried about his friend seeing him cuddled up with a random woman, worried that his friend might think he's the creep.

minutes began to feel like seconds when his friend texts him again, "five minutes".

but he doesn't bother to open his eyes, hoping to bask a bit more in this moment. his chest puffs up, slowly breathing out before letting out a whisper. 

"let's meet each other here again, y/n."

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