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fawnandshadows · 2 months

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How You Get The Girl

Chapter 24

Ao3 ~ Masterlist

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Smut, Language

Elain was an expert in quick changes, but slipping into the lacy lingerie that she had bought specifically for Azriel was by far the most important of them all. She was just browsing online when she saw the dusty lilac babydoll. As soon as she laid eyes on it she wanted to see Azriel’s reaction to her wearing it. It was feminine and romantic and she just knew he’d like it.

Her suitcase was unzipped and her clothes were falling out of it and moved into the far corner of the room, hastily shoved to the side, and her travel clothes were on the floor next to it. Hopefully Azriel would be too focused on her to notice the mess she made.

She heard his footsteps in the hall and her heart jumped into her throat. His footsteps were quiet, so quiet that everyone else thought he was silent, but she was so deeply in tune with him that she heard him no matter what.

The doorknob to her room turned, and Elain found herself falling back onto one elbow and she positioned her legs in a way that she knew was sultry and showed off her full hips.

Damn, she silently cursed herself, she should have packed heels.

Elain watched as Azriel walked into the room and stop in his tracks when he saw her splayed out on the bed. Her golden curls tossed behind her shoulders. He looked like he was hit by an invisible truck, his body completely stopping short.

“Hi.” Elain breathed, smiling at him. She had planned to stay sultry and seductive, but his reaction caused the biggest smile to overtake her face.

“Fuck.”

She couldn’t help but throw her head back and laugh as he dropped his suitcase on the floor. And not even a sexy laugh, but one that was full-bodied and had her gasping for air.

“I’m supposed to be seducing you.” Elain said through her laughter, which caused her body to shake. His hazel eyes slid along the curve of her body before latching onto her heavy breasts.

“It’s fucking working.” Azriel growled and started towards bed.

“Uh-uh-uh!” Elain stopped him with a pointed finger and extended a leg towards him. “Condom.”

Azriel cursed under his breath and riffled through his suitcase for his box of condoms, and when he found them he tossed the package onto the bed next to her.

He pulled off his shirt and let it drop to the floor, and Elain felt her pussy clench at the sight of his muscled torso. His brown skin beautiful, tattooed, and scarred. Her hands balled into fists to stop herself from reaching for him. She wanted those hard muscles under the pads of her fingers. Wanted to feel his body react to her touch.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Elain said, staring up at him and he unbuckled his belt.

Her toes curled at the sound of his zipper coming undone.

Azriel was silent as he shucked off his jeans, taking his briefs with him, and then he was naked standing before her.

Her chest rose and fell as she took heavy breathes.

She squirmed as he walked closer to her, and as soon as he was close enough Elain placed her hands on his bare hips. Her thumbs grazing the sharp edges of his hip bones before moving her hands up and over his abs.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while.” Elain admitted, and before Azriel could question her she moved forward and ran her tongue up along the ridges of his six-pack. His muscles quaking underneath her.

“Fuck,” Azriel groaned, his hands digging into her hair. “How long, exactly, have you wanted to lick my abs?”

“Too long.” Elain said and pressed a kiss into his navel, her humid breath ghosting over his skin.

Azriel let out a pained groan as Elain slid from his grasp and fell to her back.

“This,” His hand landed flat on her stomach, and her muscles clenched under his touch. “This is beautiful, Elain,” His fingers worked the silky fabric. “And one day I’ll fuck you while you wear it, but not today.”

Azriel lifted the scrap of fabric over her head and threw it over his shoulder, and then he slowly pulled the matching panties down her legs.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Azriel said, pressing kisses into her soft belly. He brought one hand between her thighs and groaned into her skin. “And wet.”

“It’s the anticipation.” Elain said, sighing as Azriel clasped one of her nipples between his teeth. Gently teasing the hardened bud.

His fingers started working between her legs, brushing over her clit before plunging one finger inside of her warmth. And then another. Thrusting in and out while his thumb pressed on her swollen bud.

“Azriel.” Elain gasped, arching as she clenched around his fingers.

He propped himself onto his elbow and stared down at her, taking in the way her eyes screwed shut and the way her mouth hung open in pleasure.

“More,” Elain whispered, opening her eyes slightly to look at him. “Please.”

Azriel didn’t say anything. He slowly retracted his hand and then reached across the bed to grab one of the condoms that had fallen out of the box.

The tearing of foil sounded through the room.

Elain watched as he slid the condom over his cock and bit down on her bottom lip as her stomach tumbled with excitement. She pushed herself to her elbows, her hair falling messily behind her, and looked as Azriel positioned himself at her entrance.

With one hand on her hip, Azriel sank into her. Slow and steady and one of Elain’s hands came up to grip Azriel’s bicep, her nails sinking into his muscle.

“Fuck,” Azriel said, dropping down onto one hand next to her. His black hair falling into his face. “You’re so tight. And so fucking wet. You feel like a fucking dream.”

Elain took deep breaths, getting used to the size and feel of him. How he stretched her so deliciously to the point of almost pain.

It had been so long since Elain last had sex that it felt like the first time all over again. Well, not exactly. There was no awkward fumbling. No discomfort. Just pleasure.

“You,” Elain gasped as Azriel sank in another inch. “Feel even bigger than you look.”

Slowly, Azriel pushed forward into her until Elain was completely full.

Elain gasped as she felt the press of his piercing deep inside of her, in a place that no one had ever reached before.

By pure reflex, one of Elain’s hands reached for his tight ass cheek, her nails digging into his flesh.

Her hips shifted up as his pelvis ground against her clit, and the walls of sex clenched around him, causing Azriel’s breath to turn jagged.

“I pictured fucking you for hours and hours the first time,” Azriel said heavily, his breath against his damp breath gasping against her neck. “Until we were both seeing stars, but fuck you feel better than I imagined.”

“We can,” Elain’s breath jolted as he pulled out, his piercing pressing against her clit before thrusting back into her, her wetness sounding through the room. “Still do that.”

Azriel started to move his hips faster, more erratic as his control started slipping further and further away from him.

The sound of his pounding into her filled the room, causing Elain to buck her hips.

“Fuck.” Azriel breathed, thrusting harder.

Hot pleasure was mounting within Elain, and with one last push Elain hit her breaking point. The walls of her cunt clenching his dick as her orgasm cratered through her.

Azriel grabbed her hips, making sure he was as deep seated as possible, before coming inside of her.

“That was…” Elain drifted off breathlessly, loving the feel of his muscle-hardened, sweaty body against hers.

“I agree.” Azriel said, breathing heavily through his nose before pulling her in for a sloppy kiss.

Elain reached down to pull off the used condom, and she tossed it on the floor without a second thought.

“Thank you.” Elain said as Azriel dropped next to her. She wasted no time before snuggling into his side, wanting every inch of their skin to touch.

“For what?” Azriel asked, his breath slowly turning back to normal. His hands felt her entire body. Running up the length of her back and lush bottom.

“It was perfect.” Elain sighed, kissing his strong neck.

Azriel held her closer.

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When Azriel woke, it was slowly.

This wasn’t the first time that Elain had recognized it, but it was different. Maybe it was because she still felt sore from their day (and night) together, but the way Azriel was clinging to her and burrowing his face into her neck made it seem as if there was nowhere else he wanted to be.

“Good morning,” Elain said, turning and wrapping her arms around his neck. Their lips came together in a leisurely kiss. “Would you like to explain to me why I smell coffee?” Elain asked against his lips.

“I set it up last night when I got us dinner,” Azriel said in a sleep ridden voice. One that made Elain’s bones melt. He cracked open one hazel eye. “I figured we’d be a bit busy last night and wouldn’t want to get up and brew it this morning.”

“You think of everything,” Elain sighed and pressed a kiss into his hard peck. “I love that about you.”

Azriel placed a kiss on top of her head.

Elain moved to get out of bed and right when she was about to plant her feet on the wooden floor, she squealed and jerked back. Almost tumbling into Azriel.

“What the fuck?” Azriel asked, worry pulling at his brows, and his hands grabbing Elain to pull her away from the edge of the bed. “Is there a mouse?”

“No,” Elain shook her head and looked at him with wide eyes. “How many times did we do it last night?”

She blinked at him, her face flushing.

Azriel tried to stop the smile from forming fully on his lips.

“Quite a few.” Azriel responded.

Elain jerked her head, urging Azriel to peek over the edge of the bed.

“Did we go through the entire box?” Elain whisper-yelled, and then fought the embarrassment that rose within her. There was nobody here to hear her. And she certainly wasn’t whispering last night.

Azriel rubbed his lips with his finger as he looked at the used condoms they had discarded on the floor.

It was a bit of a concerning sight to see first thing in the morning.

Elain crawled across the bed, her bum in the air, and reached for the box at the foot of the bed.

“That is a much better sight.” Azriel said, tilting his head to take in Elain’s rounded bottom.

She looked over her shoulder at him, her cheeks still pink, and shook the empty box at him.

“We should make a run to the store,” Elain said, watching as Azriel moved towards her, and not stopping him as he grasped her hips to twist her so that she laid on her back. “To get some more.”

Azriel nodded in agreement and pressed his morning erection into her wet, swollen pussy.

Elain moaned and moved against him.

“I’m going on the pill, or something. Whatever the doctor recommends.” Elain gasped as his piercing flicked over her clit.

Azriel stilled above her.

“You don’t have to.” Azriel said, pulling back.

“I want to feel you inside me… with no barriers. And I trust you.”

Azriel placed one large hand on her neck and pulled her in for a passionately slow kiss. Their hips still moving against each other.

If Elain was with anybody else, then she might have been embarrassed by her body’s reaction to him. How wet she got just from his kiss and the feel of his cock moving against her sex — but she felt too good, and Azriel was just as turned on by her body as she was by his.

He moved again, pressing her deeper into the mattress.

Elain’s body pulsed as an orgasm rushed through her, and she felt Azriel coming all over her pussy and stomach. The warm liquid landing on her sensitive skin.

“That was,” Elain took a deep breath. “Hot.”

“The things I want to do to you, Elain.” Azriel groaned against her lips. A sinful promise in his voice.

Elain swallowed.

“We’ll go to the store after breakfast?” Elain asked and Azriel nodded in agreement.

Before anything else could happen, Elain crawled out of bed and grabbed the tshirt Azriel had discarded on the floor.

“Maybe we should have coffee in the kitchen,” Elain said, biting her lip as a naked Azriel lounged in twisted sheets. Sheets that they had twisted the night before. And that morning. “That way we might behave?” Elain ignored the condom graveyard that littered on the floor.

“I don’t think location matters for us, beautiful.” Azriel said, his eyes warm as they looked at his girlfriend.

Elain nodded.

“But,” He continued. “I’ll clean up our mess and meet you in the kitchen. The sooner we leave, the sooner I can fuck you again.”

A blush coated Elain’s cheeks and she looked at the mess they had made on her and said, “I need a washcloth first.”

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overobsessedfanboy23 · 11 months

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Every Yugioh Thing I’ve Seen Reviewed In A Few Sentences

(And also which names I use for the characters because I've gotten so inconsistent it's worth noting)

Duel Monsters (Dub): Miraculously good considering how it was produced. I don’t care for most of the characters and the whole thing is so poorly paced it’s hard to revisit, but it’s still overall a good time. 7/10

(I usually call DM characters by their dub names.)

-Pyramid of Light (Dub) Really forgettable nothing movie. Animation’s kinda nice and the dub exclusive jokes are funny but that’s about it. If any one thing burned me out on DM content, it was this. 5/10

GX (Sub): A life changing series for me. I love its characters and themes, the duelling is at its most exciting, and Judai Yuki is my favourite character ever created ever. As far as I’m concerned, this is the show that made Yugioh “Yugioh.” 9/10

(I exclusively refer to all GX characters by their original sub names.)

-5Ds (Dub/Sub for the undubbed parts): About 30% of this show is actively bad, sometimes even harmful but the good stuff is unbelievably fantastic. The switch between quality extremes is so constant it gave me whiplash. 7.5/10

(I refer to almost every 5Ds character by their dub names, apart from Akiza who I'm back and forth on and Carly's last name.)

-Bonds Beyond Time (Dub/Sub): This movie is messy and dumb and doesn’t make sense but it’s just so damn fun to watch! And I latched onto Paradox really hard so I revisit this movie a lot. 8/10

-Zexal (Sub/Dub): Underrated as hell. The goofy tone was charming to me and I love most of the characters, even some of the pointless ones. It’s crazy at times, but that’s what I come to Yugioh for. 8/10

(I call the characters mainly by their sub names apart from Tori/Kotori who I go back and forth on and some minor/side characters whose dub names I prefer.)

-Arc-V (Sub/Dub): Similar to 5Ds, the quality constantly switches between amazing and terrible. The lows can be just as insufferable or harmful and the highs aren’t as high. 6/10

(I mainly call the Arc V characters by their dub names nowadays (thanks Declan) except for the GX and Zexal returns as well as Yuzu, Serena, and Ruri. Shun/Shay I might go back and forth on.)

-The Dark Side of Dimensions (Dub): The animation is so pretty! And the duelling is more entertaining than any duel in the original Duel Monsters series! I still don’t care for most of these characters but this is entertaining. 7.5/10

(I exclusively refer to VRAINS characters by their sub names.)

-VRAINS (Sub): This show’s world/lore is endlessly fascinating to me. It kept my attention all the way through with its sharp pacing and humour and it also repeatedly and viciously ripped out my heart and left it to bleed out as I cried in a ball on the floor. 8/10

-Sevens (Sub): Light-hearted with low stakes, but the characters are so fun and scenarios so loony that I was consistently entertained and charmed by it. It also subverted a lot of tired old Yugioh tropes, which I loved. 8/10

(I use sub names for Sevens by default since I haven't finished the dub yet.)

I haven’t finished Season 0 yet and Go Rush is still going so I’ll update this with my opinions on them once I’ve fully seen them.

#yugioh #ygo #yugioh duel monsters #ygo dm #yugioh gx #ygo gx #yugioh 5ds #ygo 5ds #yugioh bonds beyond time #ygo bbt #yugioh zexal #ygo zexal #yugioh arc v #ygo arc v #yugioh vrains #ygo vrains #yugioh sevens #ygo sevens #yugioh dark side of dimensions

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big-tiddie-squad · 1 year

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PDA At The Award Show

I’ve had this one saved since 4/16/21 and I wanna delete the writing app off my phone so I’m gonna try to finish the writings I started on it

@twancingyunhao

Prompts: -Bunny, don't make me tell you twice. -You keep acting like a brat and I'll take you over my knee right now, I don't care how many people are watching.

Warnings!!!!

Dom!Yunho x Brat!reader, smut....suggestive.... idk, exhibitionism... almost?, it’s fine, switch behavior, lets bring in some friends :D

Yunho walked off the stage with the rest of the boys. He looked amazing in his black outfit, skin glowing from the bright lights surrounding them. You make eye contact with him and that shining smile makes it's appearance.

How can someone be so cute? You think to yourself. It's hard to believe that behind that brilliant smile, is an intense and serious dom. Memories of the night before flash in your mind. The smell of the rose scented candles, the soft lighting, and the harsh sting of his hand on your ass. It was supposed to be a romantic night but you decided to continue to send him nude photos and a small video of yourself while on break at work. You knew the rules. You knew he was very strict about keeping to them, but you thought if you gave him a show, he'd let you off the hook.

He didn't.

Boy was he upset. You readjust in the seat when he smirks at you. An immediate heat sets your body on fire before it creeps up your neck and blossoms across your face. Damn him...

He sits at the table next to you and pats your hand, leaning over and whispering, "Why's your face red baby?" You shake your head and shyly look away. "Its nothing." You cross your legs. An act that does not go unnoticed by him. But he knows why you can't seem to unclinch your thighs. But that's for another time. You can both celebrate later tonight.

Time stretches out for forever and that heat continues to burn. What's worse is the constant brush of his thumb over your hand is distracting. His beautiful hands. God how right it felt having his fingers intertwined with yours. Having them intertwined in your hair. Pulling aggressively, revealing your beautiful neck to him. God how he wanted to leave his marks all over your body. But you two had just come out to the public as being an official couple. You have to keep up appearances after all.

Fuuckkkk, when does this end?! You starting fidgeting. Yunho takes notice and throws his arm around your shoulders pulling you in, in an attempt to help calm you back down. And wow. That backfires. The smell of his cologne wafts through your nostrils, strong and heady. His arm flexes as he pulls you in a bit closer. You close your legs tightly. He pecks your cheek, and the worst possible idea comes to mind.

You wait until he's slipped his arm back out from around your shoulders and is focused on the ceremony again, then slip your hand under the tablecloth and rest it on his thigh. Yunho sits up a little straighter and relaxes when your hand doesn't continue moving. Fully believing it was an innocent touch when you make no other moves.

Oh boy. He was in for it. You'll be in for it later but you can take some joy out of this first. You slide your hand up and down his legs, hearing him catch his breath as you continue. You run your hand along his inner leg and squeeze it. He leans in "Sweetheart, now is not the time." As he sits back in his seat he tries to readjust himself and brush your hand off.

Pfft. You wait a minute more and place a hand on his inner thigh wrapping your fingers around the growing bulge and whisper into his ear. "But sir--" his breathing hitches at that and his hand immediately latches onto your thigh leaving a delicious tingle that only further stokes the fire building in your body. "Bunny, don't make me tell you twice." He struggles to say as quietly as he can. Trying to maintain a smiling face for the cameras that almost consistently come back to you two.

Maybe it's just the brat in you but you truly believe you can dom him in this moment. You think. No.. no you can. This is it. You can break him. Seeing HIM squirm cause of you was probably the biggest turn on of the century for you. You can use his own phrase against him, "Be good now. " You say letting the words flow from between your lips alluringly.

He turns his head sharply and you can see the pure unhinged lust in his eyes. He takes your hand and kisses it putting on a show for the cameras. He edges himself closer to you and throws an arm back over your shoulder. Using this new leverage on you, he pulls you closer and his words slither across your skin causing goosebumps to break out and shiver to crawl down your spine. "You keep acting like a brat and I'll take you over my knee right now, I don't care how many people are watching. When we get home you can bet your sweet ass you're getting punished." Once again that familiar feeling of heat slides up your neck and again blossoms into your cheeks. "I expect you to answer sweetheart." He adds with a smirk.

"Y-yes sir." You utter, legs clinching together once again and the thought of what your punishment will be this time. A little moment of frustration occurs, you'd thought you'd be able to get away with it this time. You've been the biggest brat lately. So much so that you'd been forgetting your role. You'd had the idea that you could dom Jeong Yunho. Yet he has proved your wrong each and every time.

His thumb brushes against the rapidly beating pulse on your neck. "Be good now sweatheart. I will take care of you later. I've got a surprise for you too." You're body tightens as a small shock flits through your body. Causing you to squirm around. The little bullet vibrator he had flicked on and off throughout the night, before you decided to test your chances with teasing him, hums to life with a vengeance as he turns it up to a higher setting. He had you put it in the lining of your underwear for tonight, as you had both wanted to test the waters of some exhibitionism.

You smile as the cameras zoom back in on your face when they win another award. You clap your hands enthusiastically though currently you're struggling to hold back your orgasm. You look up at the boys on stage and your eyes widen when Mingi and Yunho both smile at each other and look at you. Mingi waving a car key fob looking item, grinning ear to ear as he hits a small red button, at the exact same time the vibrations stop. Your jaw drops and they all begin walking back to you wide grins on their faces as Mingi hands off the little remote to Yeosang, who waves it at you tauntingly.

Stunned into silence, you stare incredulously at Yunho, "-wha-" you begin. "Remember when we talked about bringing others into our sex life occassionally? Well. Let's just say I know some guys who are up for it. And I will be punishing you tonight, but for now, we planned on enjoying the show."

#welp #here we are again #smut #ateez smut #ateez yunho #ateez mingi #ateez yeosang #i thought i had another fluff for you but i guess i lied about what it was?#this is not fluf #whoops

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all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth · 9 months

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All Eyes Lead to the Truth | The List (3x05)

Dr. Juan Ullrich’s tired sigh echoes within the cold, metal-filled room. He sets aside the clipboard containing another stack of autopsy forms assigned to the correction officers dropping like flies, and slowly rolls out the tension forming around his C3-C6 vertebrae. The satisfying pops down his spine make him moan.

“Is this a good time?” A feminine voice from the doorway startles him. Heels click across the tiled floor as a woman enters.

“Yes, yes.” Juan sidesteps around the embalming table to meet the pretty, petite redhead halfway. “Special Agent…?”

“Dana Scully,” she adds, smiling as they shake hands. “I’m the Bureau Pathologist here to view the remains.”

“Of course.” He’d been informed the FBI is now involved in the mysterious prison murders case. But for Juan, death is never a mystery. It’s “how” life ends that provides intrigue. “I’m glad you’re here. Now, I’ve seen my fair share of creativity when it comes to C.O.D., but this one…”

Juan grabs a pair of latex gloves and slides them on as he walks over to the mortuary drawer that holds what’s left of the latest victim. “It’s pretty brutal.”

“I’m sure, considering the six foot two officer’s remains were found inside a paint can,” Agent Scully says with a wince. “A small one.”

“Part of him was.” He nods, her blue eyes fixed intently on his hands as he removes Officer Fornier’s head wrapped in plastic from cold storage and places it gently on the metal examination table. “I guess they haven't recovered the body yet so it's going to be difficult to establish an exact cause of death.”

She nods. “What did your preliminary exam turn up?”

“Well, it looks like the head was severed just below the jawline with repeated stabbing blows from a putty knife,” Juan says, reluctantly impressed at the originality. The cranium certainly looks like Swiss cheese, but not from the stab wounds that caused decapitation. “There were no other indications of trauma to the head.”

Agent Scully catches on immediately. “From the eyewitness reports, there were already fly larvae infesting the flesh. That seems unusual considering the short time-of-death window.”

“Not altogether. Here, let me show you this.” He walks over and holds up a green-tinted jar full of dead fly larvae he’d just spent hours plucking from every orifice of Rick Fornier’s head.

Juan excitedly explains in detail the larvae’s life cycle as it pertains to feasting on decaying flesh. And to his utter delight, this intelligent, gorgeous woman looks impressed.

“In the anaerobic environment inside the paint can?”

“On my autopsy on the first victim, the lungs were absolutely alive with infestation,” he adds eagerly.

“Hmm.” She brings the specimen jar closer to her face. Her faint rust-colored freckles pop under the fluorescent light.

Juan sucks in a breath.

Maybe he should ask her out to dinner at that new restaurant tonight. Maybe, if he’s lucky, she likes to talk science over seafood and Salcheto, too.

“Not to sound unprofessional, but-”

The door flings open, ushering in a tall man with green eyes, almost as bright as his own, that instantly latch onto Agent Scully.

“Hey, Scully,” the man says. “Done slicing and dicing?”

“For now. This is Agent Mulder, my partner,” she swiftly introduces before excusing herself, leading the two of them into a corner of the morgue.

“You sure you’re okay?” Juan hears Agent Mulder softly ask, tenderly touching her arm when her chin dips. “You left death row in a hurry. I know how… uncomfortable-”

“I’m fine, Mulder.” Their voices are hushed, but a morgue’s acoustics are unmatched. “What’s next?” she prods.

Juan looks down at the severed head staring up at him. It’s a damn good question.

“We need to interview the blockmate named Roque.” Agent Mulder tilts his head, still trying to snag his partner’s eyes with his. “Or… I can do it…”

Juan tries not to eavesdrop. Tries hard not to analyze and dissect others like his career so aptly demands, but the underlying meaning in Agent Mulder’s words are hard not to hear: Men walking the row are less likely to be objectified or assaulted than women. He’s certainly not wrong. And with the way he reaches out to supportively squeeze her hand, implies this isn’t the first time she’s been treated as prey amongst predators.

“Okay. I have more work to do here anyway,” she airily dismisses, though Juan senses by the relief in her breathy tone that she’s grateful for the offer. “Maybe physical evidence will arise that eliminates Neech.”

“Good, we’ll always benefit from your expertise.”

Her pale cheeks pinken.

Neech.

They’re referring to convicted murderer Neech Manley. Juan represses a shiver. He’d examined Manley’s body post-execution, and for the first time since med school, chills had run down Juan’s spine. Something about that man’s lifeless, wild-eyed expression was truly frightening.

“You’re curious about this list Neech left behind?” she asks.

“Safe to say it’s not the Nice one,” Agent Mulder quips. “And he definitely checked it twice.”

Juan fidgets with an evidence bag, trying not to blatantly stare at the agents holding an entire conversation with their eyes while systematically categorizing every sway of their bodies, every touch of her hands.

“Someone is facilitating Neech’s grievances as debt on the inside, Mulder. I just don’t believe it’s Neech.”

“It’s plausible,” he agrees.

“It’s probable.”

The sterile room is silent as the duo unblinkingly stare at one another. Agent Scully finally glances back at the remnants of the mutilated victim and frowns.

Juan watches her turn to search her partner’s eyes for something only she can see. “Transmigration of the soul. Really?”

He shrugs. “Human knowledge isn’t linear, Scully.”

“But scientific evidence is, Mulder,” she replies evenly. There is no malice. She’s pleased, almost, and Juan is struck by the amused way her eyes crinkle at the corners.

She enjoys an intellectual repartee.

He just wishes it was with him.

Maybe seafood and Salcheto isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

Read the other All Eyes Lead to the Truth chapters on Ao3!

@monikafilefan

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paradoxolotl · 2 years

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I don’t have names for my OCs so I used andreil instead

The beast’s ribs below Andrew heave with each great breath, echoing in his own chest. There is a wild sort of joy thrumming in his blood, electric and turning the air sweet. He can still feel the wind tugging at him, feel every twitch of muscle and the power it holds. Closing his eyes, he turns his face to the sun and can’t stop the call that falls from his mouth. If this was freedom, Andrew never wanted to know differently.

“Having fun?”

Still breathing hard, he looks to find Neil before him, a hand gripping the leather by the dragon’s maw and the other riding the beat of its heart. He looks more alive than Andrew is used to seeing him, eyes clear and a small smile pulling at his mouth. Neil had always been beautiful in a tragic sort of way, but now the sight of him was near painful. Andrew wonders about the ghost of a dimple he could see in Neil’s cheek, the spark of life in his eye.

He smiles in return, watching Neil’s face change at his own rarity. “Why doesn’t everyone ride these?”

Neil snorts, letting the beast knock its head against his chest, its spines quivering. “Not everyone can. Veeltri are notoriously difficult to ride, used more as a display of wealth than anything else. But you,” Neil moves until his chest is pressed against Andrew’s calf, head tilted back and that strange expression back on his face as he holds Andrew with his eyes alone. “It is as if you were born to ride them.”

There’s no words Andrew could say to him, his heart hammering and his cheeks flushed.

Then Neil blinks, and that dangerous devil grin appears again. In a breath, he swung himself up into the saddle behind Andrew, his body flush and hot against Andrew’s back. His arms snake around to grip the reins, and Andrew can feel how the beast seems to shiver in anticipation. He thinks his own body might have done the same.

Neil’s voice is low in his ear, and Andrew swallows against the urge to turn his face into it. “You may be a natural, Joseph,” Neil says, “but let me show you how to really ride.”

The wind brushes over him, and his heart beats freedom freedom home.

“You should be afraid of me,” Neil says, eyes blazing. Andrew wants to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

“I’ve never felt safer than with you.” The words fell before he could stop them, cracking through them both.

Neil’s face twists, his next inhale sharp. “Don’t say that,” he says, starting to pull away. Andrew latches onto his shirt before he could disappear, holding him close. “Don’t say that to me, Doe.”

“Why not?” Andrew challenges. “You asked me for truth, and this is mine. Everywhere I’ve been, after everything I’ve seen, in both worlds, I have never felt as safe, as at home, as I do by your side.”

Neil doesn’t fight when Andrew tugs him ever closer, warm against him and head bowed. His bangs brush Andrew’s skin, feather light, as he shakes his head. Caged between him and the rough brick of the wall, Andrew grips tight to the last of his bravery.

“I want to kiss you.”

Neil closes his eyes, and ever so carefully, he lays a hand over Andrew’s mouth, as if blocking any more words from spilling free. “Stop,” he whispers, only audible by their proximity. “I’m begging you, Doe, don’t say this to me.”

“Just wait,” Neil says, pushing Andrew deeper into the dirt. “We’ll figure it out, Doe. I just need you to wait.”

Andrew shoves Neil off of him, rolling them until he is straddling the witch, an arm braced across his chest. “I’m done waiting,” he seethes. “You might be able to sit around and do nothing but pity yourself for some tragic shit in your past, but I won’t. I’m sick of feeling like a pawn.”

Tearing himself away, Andrew starts making his way back to the ruins. Ancient god or demon be damned. He was so close; he could feel the answers brushing against him, always just out of reach.

Fingers catch in his sleeve, pulling him back. “Stop,” Neil begs. “You can’t go back.”

“You don’t control me,” Andrew snaps, yanking his arm out of Neil’s grip. “Stop trying to.”

“I can’t lose you,” Neil says, near frantic. “Not- I just can’t, Doe.”

Andrew stares at him, everything in him a swirling mass too vicious for him to understand. “You don’t even know me,” he says, taking another step back. “I am no one to you.”

Neil shakes his head. “I know you. I know I do.” He reaches a hand out, an offering. “Stay. We’ll figure it out.”

Carefully, Neil takes the knife from Andrew’s hand, fingers running along the edge hard enough it should have cut his flesh. But there was no blood, no scarlet on his skin. Only pale blue eyes far away.

“This was made for a king,” Neil says quietly, fingers closing around the handle tightly. He doesn’t look at Andrew when he says, “And you are no king.”

“Neil-“

“NO!” The sudden violence in Neil’s voice pushes Andrew back a step, eyes widening at the rage in Neil’s body, the anger and sorrow and loss he looks at Andrew with. “I gave up everything. Do you understand that? Fucking everything I had! And for what?” His arms go wide, his laugh sharp and mad. “You? Who are you, Doe? To take all that I have and burn it before me?”

“I didn’t-“ Andrew tries, desperately trying to lessen the chasm he can feel growing between them.

“You don’t listen,” Neil cuts him off, voice cold. “I told you, I begged you, and you didn’t listen! If you had just-“ his breath hitches, eyes screwing shut. “If you had listened to me, you wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be here.” When he looks at Andrew again, there is none of the man Andrew had come to know. He was someone different, cold and hard and unfamiliar. “You never should have come through the Veil.”

Silence covers the group, and Andrew knows they were watching him. But he can’t move, his entire body numb and breaking.

Moments pass on, and Neil only shakes his head. “We’ll camp here for the night and travel in the morning.”

No one bothers to argue.

Andrew doesn’t sleep.

“How are you, Doe?” There’s weight behind the words, but she says it so it feels like nothing. Light and fleeting, like the whisper of her gown along the grass.

He blinks, and they’re already in the rose garden. Or perhaps they had been there for a while. He’s still not sure what’s real. If everything around him is just another trick, a game to see if this is what will break him.

But the monsters don’t know he’s already broken.

“Would you like a plum?”

And he blinks, and there’s purple being offered to him. He reaches out to take it, surprised to find his skin doesn’t match. The fruit was warm and smooth in his palm.

“You’re not meant to eat Fae food,” he says, and it comes out rough and quiet.

“No,” she agrees. “But I am not Fae, and you are in my garden.”

He swipes his thumb over the skin, feeling how ripe it is. He’s hungry. Hollow. He gives it back to her, relieved when she takes it easily.

“I ache,” he says. He blinks, and for once they haven’t moved. “He left me. After the Wildlands. Put me where I couldn’t follow.” And that still, after everything, hurts the worst of all. He looks up at the queen, finding strength in her. “How long has it been on this side?”

Perhaps a flash of sorrow flits across her face, but Andrew isn’t sure what’s real anymore. They had pretended to be sad too, before they laughed and made it hurt again. They had played too many tricks on him.

“I haven’t seen Neil in many years,” she says. “Not since you were here together last.”

“Oh.” Things feel purple again, and he curls his fingers to remind himself they are not broken.

His shadow moves when he blinks next. It’s colder again.

The queen turns back, out of the garden, slowly enough for Andrew to follow. “I sent word to him when I found you,” she tells him as they walk. “I do not think he knows you are back home.”

“I don’t have a home.”

She frowns at this, but it drips in blue. The castle steps are cold under his feet, even through his shoes. “Rest, Doe. Things will seem lighter in the morning.”

“You said that yesterday,” he says, but it’s dull and drops like stones between them. She smiles at him, like she knows something he doesn’t, which is more true than not, so he says nothing else before turning and walking away.

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings men #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #aftg wip #aftg fanfic #aftg fanfiction #aftg fic wip #it’s a personal story plot #but I only have nameless OCs #and y’all don’t wanna read that

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iamafanofcartoons · 1 year

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Media Criticism is DEAD, there are no more good critics. LET PEOPLE ENJOY THINGS!

One of my pet peeves is that a lot of the time, people hating on X thing will just regurgitate whatever video essay they got their opinions from verbatim, so you get the same, tired criticism play out every time. Yes, I've seen the hbomb video, and its garbage!

I used to have a friend who basically just parrots certain opinions and it's super annoying because you can literally see him change his own opinions to suit critics, like at least have some original opinions man!

Its genuinely exhausting that everyone today is a mini critic. Every new game, movie, show, ect has to be criticized to the ends of the earth, even if some of those criticisms make no sense at all. even before a new game is out, people have to say it'll be shit with no evidence. can't even discuss a new game coming out in a discord of people who play the first game because they're all 100% CONVINCED without a shred of evidence that it will suck and the devs will fuck it up beyond belief, despite the fact that the only thing we've seen so far are concept arts and 2 trailers. Nobody can be fucking positive about anything anymore and its god damn atrocious. I'm so sick of it.

I'm really sick of people cynically criticizing everything over the most minute details, and it's exhausting talking about media with people like that.

Obviously people can criticize things but a lot of the time it feels like people are trying to use criticism to make their opinions "objective" instead of just... not liking it.

You can't just say "not for me" anymore, you gotta write a video essay on why this thing is actually bad.

If you say "I think RWBY is really good" of course people are gonna disagree and that's fine.

But what I find annoying is that you'll go "Hey this RWBY fight/character is cool" and you'll get flooded with "RWBY BAD WATCH THE HBOMB VIDEO!!"

Imagine spending 2.5 hours watching bald neckbeard cinemasins take a giant dump on a passion project, but somehow you don’t have 5-10 minutes to use google search to see if any of what he said was true. Spoilers? Most of it was slander and libel.

And these are the same people that never recognize forced straight ships that pander to heterosexuals. Examples? Sorry, I don't have the time to list 95% of all media with a romance that aren't romance genre.

God forbid someone wants two fictional women to kiss...or two men for that matter. LGBT media is always criticized more harshly than shows with no representation at all.

It especially sucks because I do think people should have the right to criticize things, and that no piece of media is above criticism, but when everything is 100% criticism 100% of the time it just… doesn’t even mean anything anymore.

It's also hard to criticise things like this when something actually is poorly written, because the worst bigots and haters come out of the woodwork and latch onto your criticism as a "look, we're right" kind of thing. It makes it hard to actually critique progressive media a lot of the time.

A lot of folks just want to hide their hatred for LGBT and for women. I guess I’d rather have poor representation than no representation at all.

Let people enjoy things instead of being a pretentious killjoy who's never had fun in their life unless they're shitting on someone else's fun.

It gets tiring to hear the exact same criticisms of a character I like every goddamn time I bring them up. It may be new criticism to people saying it, but it's mentally taxing hearing the exact same points a hundred times.

#media literacy is dead #media criticism #media literacy #media criticism is dead #critics #hatred is not criticism #what is criticism #rwby is enjoyable #rwby is a good show #let people like things #let people enjoy things #let people be happy #let people enjoy stuff #iamafanofcartoons

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brokenmusicboxwolfe · 1 year

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Tonight I watched Star Wars….

Oh, yeah, look. I know the young folks call it “A New Hope” or “Episode IV”, but when I was growing up the first movie was “Star Wars”. If Lucas still expects me to accept his tinkering after I had LITERALLY seen the movies more than 100 times, then I’m never gonna use his rebranding.

Yes, really. 100 times.

I worked my ass off cutting brush growing up to earn enough money to buy the movies on VHS. This is back in the days they were rental priced. I think I paid $75 per movie and then went and bought the Han vest and Luke jacket the fan club was also selling.** When I got those three tapes I would sit there a day watching the movies like an endless loop, starting over as soon Jedi was over. And I actually kept count on a chalk board!

It’s soooo damn embarrassing now! I can’t get my head around it. i can’t even stand to watch two episodes of a tv show back to back now. But back then I was in love, a total fangirl..

Plus, yah know, no streaming, no internet even, no cable, a handful of VHS tapes because they cost so much still, and the nearest video rental places a couple shelves in Roses 10 miles away! If you wanted to watch something at home there weren’t many choices! LOL

But I did love it, a deep unconditional love. The visceral thrill I felt as a six year old sitting by my father rippled through my life for decades. I’d watch the movie and feel it again every single time. It was a delight that was filled with the warmth of something connecting with you in a way that if feels it was always there. It was like a part of identity manifest in a movie***. Empire was my favorite, but Star Wars would always have a special place in my heart.

Or so I thought.

**sigh**

I wish I could feel what I always used to feel. I felt nothing tonight. No warmth. No delight. Just a hollowness.

And then I went into a full MST3K monologue, mocking my once beloved movie. I wish someone had been here to laugh. I miss laughter. Saying something and someone else snickering or smiling or even totally losing it in gales of laughter…now that’s one of the most wonderful things in the world.

But I couldn’t even feel the humor. Just nothing.

I’m not sure it’s the fault of Star Wars. I’m not feeling anything much from things I have always loved. Nothing brings delight. Not anything I watch or read or listen to or eat or wear or do or…. I can’t blame any of it on what I loved failing me. They are unchanged (well, relatively…damn you Lucas) but something about me has.

I’ve had all my hope worn away. It’s too hard to be happy anymore. Surviving is all I feel like I do, but I’m doing it by habit and my core obstinance rather than caring.

You can’t really love if you can’t even care. I know I love these things, but it’s like knowing you are supposed to love someone while suffering from amnesia.

Funny though that I can still feel grief over all this. I mourn loving things. It scares me, this nothingness where I always felt so much.

** I wore that vest to school every single day for at least a year! It’s so beyond ridiculous!

I mean, I always seemed to have a “thing” I wore like a life line, connecting me to the “real” me. School was traumatic, and I was losing myself to to it. I’d gone from extravert to introvert, and told myself I was just acting to survive. But I felt it happening, the crippling insecurity, the fear of people, seeping into my bones. So I’d wear something. For it a few years it was my ankh (lost), then my amethyst amulet (lost), then my denim jacket with a daily rotation of buttons/ pins/badges/brooches, and finally my leather jacket (my beloved). But that year did I have to latch onto this utterly geeky bit of clothing???

Of course, no one ever seemed to guess it was from Star Wars. You see, the movies were super popular, but geeks were NOT. To admit you knew what it was was to admit you were a geek too. I was the school’s (a K-12 school at that!) only open geek. I even wrote my senior year term paper on comics….’cause fuck it, I’ll never be popular but I can at least be me!

Gah, I remember Coach G—— (how victorian of me!) , the health/PE/science teacher, used to stand behind me pulling at the loops on the back of the vest. He’d be talking away and suddenly I’d feel the yank, yank, yank he pulled me back and forth. Drove me nuts, but hey, at least he never groped me like I heard some girls had to deal with.

(WTF was with our school always having the coaches teach science when most of them had no interest or knowledge of the subject?? Tells you the value they put in science here, and why my father did a TON of volunteer work in those classes!

***TBH, I had this feeling that all the movies, books, comics, and tv shows I loved created a I kind of mosaic of me. To know what I loved was find out all the puzzle pieces you needed to see who I was. I desperately wanted to be understood. The things I liked would let me be found by someone.

Actually, wearing my geekiness out in the open was like advertising! I was hoping against hope someone would one day see a book I was reading or a t-shirt I was wearing and say “Hey! I like that too!!”

Which is a bit absurd. No two people see things the same way. The thing I liked my be perceived completely differently by someone else. WHY I like what I like is the actual key, and I’m the only one really that knows that.

Plus, hick town, teeny population, still in the anti-geek era…..yeah, I wasn’t exactly gonna get lucky. My parents did when they met, but to think I would too is like expecting to win the lottery because your parents did!

#my day #star wars #emotions #depressed #I am so damn tired #I’m angry at myself for not caring #life is so hard and lonely but I only have myself to blame #I’m trapped to live and die in this little cage #I just wish I belonged somewhere #or still had any reason to hope things could get better #my life is just too crumbled #but no worries #I’ll just keep living because fuck you universe #I just worry I will become an angry bitter bitch that makes everyone that sees her miserable

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laura-ann-review · 1 year

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In 1997 I was only 3 years old and already latched onto the beauty of TV, during that same year came out one of my all time favourite Brendan Fraser movies; George of the Jungle. I could near quote this movie backwards due to the amount of times I watched it. Now 25 years later..it's time to settle down with something from my early childhood. One thing I liked about Disney end of 90s movies is none of them seemed to take themselves seriously, they just seemed to have thrown colour into the wind and went "yep, that's our story." And just birthed so many random family movies. How did my dumb ass not realise that this is basically a take on Tarzan!? Expect George is a lot more human compared to Tarzan. Is it wrong that ever since I've seen Thomas Haden Church as Lyle in this movie, I've hated him? Like no matter what role his playing, good guy or the "just there" guy, I can't unpicture him as the bad guy and refuse to see as anything other than a bad guy character. I don't know how much of this was practical and how much was computerised effects but it was hard to tell at times, there is a couple of scenes that show the slight glow of a green screen but since it's set in the jungle, you can't really tell a huge difference. I love how everyone nowadays gets mad at guys dressing feminine, I'm sorry..did y'all get angry at George of the Jungle for wearing feminine clothing!? Highly doubt it. But like damn..if only I looked half as good as George of the Jungle in a dress. Aww! That's such a cute story. I can understand why people listed over George Jungle. But also..when you realise that George was into beastality before Ursula came along..so..uh..I need to burn that image from my memory now. #georgeofthejungle #brandonfraser https://www.instagram.com/p/CotNDYXPO1A/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#georgeofthejungle #brandonfraser

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sensesdialed-aa · 2 years

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can NOT stop thinking about the scene where peter senses the goblin for the first time actually… the visible realization on his face, the way it drags out for so long with the phenomenal sound design and heightens tension so well THE FACT THAT PETER FUCKING SENSED THE GOBLIN TAKING OVER IN THE FIRST PLACE AND WAS ABLE TO IDENTIFY THIS BEFORE HE EVEN DID ANYTHING IT’S SOOO

#(paired with the dialogue afterwards LIKE IT SLAPS SO HARD FOR WHY)#(THE WAY HIS SENSES HAVE IMPROVED SO MUCH SINCE FFH HAS ME AAAA)#(really shows he’s just . really worked on tuning into them a lot more often. FOCUSING on that feeling latching onto it and doing anything #he can to make sure he catches the issue BC HE MESSED UP WHEN IT CAME TO MYSTERIO AND YK . IT RUINED HIS DAMN LIFE)#(i’ve said this on discord but i . really love how they portray peter’s senses here actually bc while they don’t point it out in the earlier #movies we KNOW it’s there from his actions. they show instead of tell it bc we all know what spidey senses are)#(and then they draw attention to the senses when they’re being CHALLENGED. we see what happens when he’s struggling with them #which directly ties to his recent trauma guilt and self doubt that makes it difficult to trust himself and his own instincts)#(AND THEN WE SEE HIM IMPROVE FROM IT SO MUCH.. HIS SENSES ARE INSANE)#(really shows how there’s so much potential to his strength and abilities he just didn’t KNOW all of that from the start #he’s young and growing and HHHHGHN . i just love him so much ok)#🕸 ❝ i have nothing left… except spider man ❞ → ooc #(hi i promise i’ll get to my messages here btw i’m dumb JDKDND)

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todoshotoroki · 3 years

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𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙬𝙤

Warnings: smut, lust quirk/sex pollen, praise, degradation, oral, overstimulation, edging, marking, f reader x lustful Bakugou.〤 Minors DNI Word count: 6.4k

Read part 1: 𝙇𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞, 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩

All Bakugou knew right now was the only person he wanted to help him with this was you.

And now, he had you perched all pretty-like in his lap, right on top of his throbbing hard cock. When Bakugou Katsuki saw an opportunity, he always took it. “Kiss me, right fucking now”

As Bakugou’s eyes continued to glance up and down your body, he was desperately awaiting your first move. He wanted it to be you who kissed him first, that way you could be the one to express your consent, your confirmation that you wanted him too. Even though his naked backside had been completely exposed to the cold air of his bedroom, his body was still chilled by the drips of sweat falling running down his skin.

He felt like that damn icy-hot bastard, because each part of his skin that met yours was burning so badly, he felt like he would soon melt into you, while the rest of his body was filled with goosebumps. “S-shit Y/n, the fuck are you waiting for god damnit-” His eyebrows creased painfully, his hot breath fanning across your neck as he distracted himself by peppering wet, sloppy kisses on your neck.

“K-Katsuki, are you really- really sure you even want this right now?” Your whispered voice kept hesitating, and Bakugou found himself freezing at your words.

“Are you seriously the one doubting me? Right now?” His gruff tone caught you off guard, and your hands gripped tightly on his shoulders. You could feel his arms shaking as they held you, his cock was throbbing at your thigh, you could tell even through the sheets. It was easier since the material was now sticky and see-through with his cum.

“Y/n I really need you to stop fucking around with me- just tell me if you’re gonna let me fuck you or not” Bakugou turned around, lying you on your back onto the plush carpet of his bedroom floor. The sheets fell over your legs and down your friends hips, no longer covering any part of his body besides the erection he pressed between your legs. Your legs instinctively came up to wrap themselves around his naked hips, making him groan. “K-Kacchan what if you aren’t-”

“Shh, baby girl that's not what I asked, now is it? I’ll get to that, just talk to me first” Bakugou’s sloppy neck kisses were getting dangerously close to your lips, his red eyes bearing into yours, the color of his irises only burning deeper into your core. “You want me to fuck you so bad, hm? I know you do, just say it babe”

His snarky smile grazed over your lips, his expression only widening as he felt you panting for air against his mouth. He parted his lips to taste your breath, slowly leaning forward and latching his teeth teasingly onto your bottom lip. “Tell me you want me to fuck you” He wanted needed to hear you say it, the second you did he would tear your legs open and bury his head between them to die there.

You just had to let him hear it.

As your breath and words seemed to be suddenly locked away, you about choked on air as Katsuki’s curled arms tightened around your waist, up against his own shaking body. His resolve seemed to be slipping, as well as his restraint against this quirk. With the way his hand cupped your jawline, just to nuzzle his nose against yours and briefly close his eyes showed his last bit of strength, and his seriousness.

“Y/n, you don't gotta worry ‘bout me, swear” He knew the only thing holding you back was for his sake, and while he would much rather confess his feelings in another way, he knew he could make it up to you later. “I’ve always felt like this, promise, ‘m promise sweetheart, I've always had these feelings for you” He confessed in a low whine, his hips once again beginning to rut into yours as his mouth began to explore your face.

“Just right now, I really need to act on them- m’kay? Okay? You’ll let me? Right? You’ll take care of me- Just like you said” His lips seemed to be everywhere but yours, as if taunting you with his teases. His kisses were like rapid fire, and you felt his hands all over your body, but never where you needed him most.

Bakugou tightened his shaky hand on your jaw, nudging his nose against yours and closing his eyes. “Y/n- Y/n please, if you don’t say something soon I'm gonna have to use my h-”

“Touch me, touch me Katsu-” You couldn't finish your sentence, interrupted, but in a way expecting his lips to be on yours any moment now. Bakugou’s lips were surprisingly soft, you were able to tell even with how hard he had pressed them against yours. His tongue wormed its way past your lips, you could feel the uneasy panting through his nose.

Bakugou let his body collapse fully on top of yours, caging you between his arms and legs between him and the floor. Finally, his exploring hands began to drift dangerously close to your inner thighs, peeling away the sheet that separated you both. “Take this shit off” He growled into your mouth, his fingers crackling with tiny, barely controlled explosions emitting from his palms.

The scent of burning fabric filled the room, and your shorts were yanked down your legs. “H-hey! I needed those-” You began to protest, but your words were lost in your throat the second his fingers pushed your panties to the side, ghosting along your clit. “Not now you don’t” He gruffed with a victorious smirk against your lips as you gasped.

His sloppy kisses trailed down your jawline, but what had you even more distracted was the way his fingers gathered your slick, rubbing it up and down your clit teasingly. “Mmmhm, all mine now, aren’t cha” At this point it was impossible to tell if his panting was because of the lack of oxygen, or if he was soaking himself in your scent.

Bakugou’s main focus was the sweet spot between your legs, but as his kisses drifted down the collar of your shirt, he ended up getting distracted along the way. With a tad more control than last time, this time he yanked your shirt off your torso and threw it across the room. “Fuck princess” His smile widened at the sight of even your clothed breasts, his fingers starting to rub small circles on your clit from underneath the thin fabric of your underwear.

You still had your bra on, but the way Katsuki’s gaze was eating you up made you want to shyly cross your arms across your chest. So you did just that, your cheeks flaming up in the process as you shied underneath his gaze. “Stop staring Bakugou” You muttered.

That was the exact opposite of what your classmate wanted, and suddenly his hand was yanked from your clit with a possessive growl. He gripped tightly at both of your wrists, pinning them above your head as he pressed his body down between your legs, his right hand wet with your slick.

“Watch it” He growled into your ear, his tongue grazing your earlobe as he began to circle his soaking wet finger around the palm of your hand. “I don't wanna have to ask to see what's mine anyway”

His territorial tone made you shiver, and it was hard to think of how to respond in the heat of the moment. Kacchan confessed his feelings for you, he even said he’s always had them. Now, he was calling you his own. But giving yourself false hope was too much to think about right now.

Only further solidifying his dominance, Katsuki’s non-wet hand slithered down, yanking your now soaked panties from your legs, and not bothering to watch where they landed.

Soon enough, the cold air yanked you from your thoughts as Bakugou unclipped the front, middle clasp of your bra, making your nipples harden against the cold air. You let out a small gasp, one that didn't go unnoticed by Katsuki. It only encouraged him to lean forward, flattening his tongue against your nipple before taking it into his mouth, moaning at the flavor of your sheer sweat.

His free hand wrapped around your other breasts, pinching and kneading desperately at your flesh. As you looked down, you had to strain your eyes to notice it, and only when Bakugou’s kisses began to trail down your stomach were you fully able to comprehend the purple bruises left behind. Your eyebrows creased, and as Katsuki yanked your legs apart, he met your gaze knowingly.

“I told you babe” He said, smirking as he tilted his head to place a kiss on your inner thigh. “I meant it, you’re mine now”

Your breath hitched in your throat, his fingers pinching into the fat of your thighs as he pulled them to wrap around his head, indirectly asking you to suffocate him. “ ‘Ur mine- ‘m not ever lettin’ you go now” You could feel it, his breath on your cunt, the seriousness of his tone.

As Katsuki leaned forward, and ran his tongue along your wet lips, the exact thing he was afraid of happening, happened.

You were addictive. So fucking compelling.

He would have liked to see your reaction, of course his goal was to make and watch you fall apart on his tongue, but once he got his first taste of you, his eyes impulsively shut to roll to the back of his head. He moaned euphorically into your cunt, vibrating against your clit as his tongue explored your sex.

For the moment, he settled for the angelic moans and the hands that weakly rested on top of his own, which gripped your thighs, almost painfully tightening your skin.

Bakugou’s tongue switched from lapping at your clit, to pushing as deep as he could manage inside of you, to back to flicking at your most sensitive spot again. To be frank, his movements were not precise, instead they were sloppy, and so insanely desperate. “S-Slow down- Katsu- y-you- ooh, mhnng-”

You could feel and hear his whimpers into your cunt, as your words began to falter and your breaths began to quicken. His tongue continued to lap up each drop of your essence, and you could feel it in the way your grip tightened on his shaky hands how scared he was of wasting a single drop.

“You taste so fuckin’ good- mpfh-”

Bakugou’s hips rutted desperately against the floor, but he didn't fail to realize that while this is the longest he went without any stimulation to his cock since he entered his dorm, having your meaty thighs encasing his face felt like the only thing keeping him conscious at the moment.

It only sped up his movements, continuing with their sloppy, but constant thrusts. The rough pads of his hands, the sting of his fingernails digging into your thighs, were all adding to the burning in your core. You weren't surprised it didn't take very long, you were only bound to catch up with his pace sooner rather than later. “Kac-Kacchan I’m gonna cum, slow down, please- before I-” Your pleading whines were only met with rough growls. “Before I- ‘m gonna cum, fuck”

“Common, cum on my face, do it” Bakugou couldn't resist giving into temptation, the rough thrust against his floor providing just enough friction to bring forth his own orgasm. It was too easy, and not even his choice really, but the second your voice grew even more high pitched and needy as you came on his tongue was almost enough to send him into shock.

You tasted like pure heaven on his tongue. Honestly, if people knew how pathetic he looked right now cumming untouched on his bedroom floor, he knew that everyone would understand his weakness if they happened to ever be blessed with the taste of you like he was. Too bad he wouldn’t let them get close enough.

“S-Suki..” Your breathless whimper was heard loud and clear, but they still managed to fall on deaf ears, because while you had tried to spend a few moments to recollect yourself, Bakugou’s movements only stuttered enough to give his cock a few seconds to release long spurts of cum onto his thighs, his groaning vibrating against your clit in the process.

Bakugou felt the sheer burn in his lungs, the lightheadedness from the lack of oxygen, mixed with the effects of the quirk, and finally, your completely ethereal presence, taste, sounds, everything was quickly piling up. His cock was still painfully hard, but he couldn't bring himself to pull away just yet. After feeling you cum on his tongue, he needed to feel it again.

He continued whimpering into your cunt, not even once bothering, or even needing to use his fingers as his tongue did all the work for him. There wasn't a spot that wasn't covered in cum or his spit.

“Katsuki- Katsu- I already.. I already came! Fuck- Kacchan” Your eyebrows knitted together with the pleasurable burn of overstimulation, your legs shaking weakly as they gave out and fell onto Bakugou’s shoulders. Your hips sputtered against his mouth as his tongue began to expertly find its way around your body.

It’s too much. Too much..

The shaky hands you had clasped around the one’s Bakugou used to keep your thighs wrapped snugly around his head, began to weakly reach between your legs and lace into his spikey blonde hair. His hips sputtered into the carpet as he moaned in response, his fingernails leaving tiny red marks into the skin of your thighs. As your second orgasm neared closer, a huge wave of shakiness overcame you.

Your hands tightened in your classmate’s hair, and in a desperate attempt to pull him upwards, your fingers tightened into his scalp and you pulled, trying to get him to look up at you.

In a way, it worked. You were met with vermilion, piercing red eyes as a loud, insanely territorial warning growl ripped from his throat. Like a wild animal protecting its food.

His fingers began to scratch at your thighs, leaving long red marks in their wake. Your eyebrows kneaded from the pleasurable pain, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. “Katsu- ‘Suki please, y-you cant- you have too-”

Your chest heaved for air, and you could only imagine the burn in Bakugou’s lungs. Ever since his mouth found your clit, it never left. “Katsuki! Please- you have to breathe! Please-”

Your begging contradicted your body’s actions, your back arching off the carpet and your head falling back onto the ground. You heard a muffled growl from below, but at the moment, it was difficult to comprehend what he was saying. “‘S okay sweetheart” His words were slurred as his tongue continued to worm around your clit. “Trust me- ‘Ur the only one keepin’ me breathin’”

His words easily triggered your second orgasm, the tears that picked at the corner of your eyes finally breaking the seal, and slipping past your cheeks. “That’s it, ‘m so proud of you, cumin for me” One of the hands that had been kneading at your breasts came up to your cheek, caressing it to wipe away your tears, Bakugou’s mouth slowly working you through your high before very reluctantly pulling away.

He crawled up your body, his eyes half-lidded as they travelled along your torso before finally meeting your tired gaze. Bakugou was silent, simply taking in and appreciating the fucked-out expression on your face. His mouth was agape slightly, as if in complete awe at the sight. Tilting his forward to press his forehead against yours, he circled his arms around your waist, one of them cupping your lower asscheek securely.

“Thank you” He whispered, licking his lips to coat his tongue in your left over arousal. He was already pussydrunk completely on your touch, and even though the quirks effects were still pumping through his veins, his brief post-nut clarity was enough to take his time appreciating you. “Thank you Y/n”

With your arms and legs wrapped around his body, he lifted you up with a new found strength, making you wince as your sensitive clit grazed his toned lower stomach. He heard you hiss, and felt your teeth latch onto his shoulder briefly. Bakugou cringed at the sound, and very gently laid you on your back. “Shit- I'm sorry princess”

His hands came around to gently rub up and down your stomach, the other rubbing comforting circles on your hip bone. “You need a break- fuck” You watched as Bakugou’s eyebrows crease, making your eyes trail down to see he was still painfully hard. Of course he would be, you were meant to be taking care of him, and he just presented you with two faithful orgasms in mere minutes. “N-no, Katsu, ‘m supposed to take care of you”

You could see the conflict behind his dilated red pupils, and you wanted nothing more than to let him inside of you. You knew it was what he wanted most, what he was craving. You could see it in the way he stared into your eyes, trying to resist the temptation to absolutely ruin your body for anybody else. “Can’t, can't ruin you so quickly” He said it out loud while shaking his head and tightly closing his eyes, as if to convince himself more than anything.

As if to try and help convince him more, you wrapped your legs around his hips, bringing him closer to you. His hands stilled at your hips, digging into your waist and leaving small indents on your skin. “I don’t care, really, please- fuck me Kacchan” Your eyes were watery and doe eyed as you starred up at him with a pleading gaze.

“Y/n” Bakugou panted out your name, his face creasing painfully at trying to resist his urges. With you underneath him, your cunt so close to his cock already, he could feel his fragile, glass wall begin to crack. “That’s cheating- calling me that damn nickname is fucking cheating” He heard you whimper wordlessly in response, and internally cursed at himself for giving in so easily at just that sound alone.

He reached down with his hand, gripping his cock and itching his hips forward. He let out a shuttered gasp as the tip of his cockhead grazed the lips of your pussy, his eyes completely trained on the sight in front of him. “”S sexy, my girl is so fuckin’ sexy”

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to hold back the small cry at the sensitivity of feeling his cockhead grazing at your clit. It hurt, but it hurt so damn good. As Katsuki gently fucked his shaft up and down your wet clit to coat himself in your juices, you could see his head falling back onto his shoulders at the feeling.

Slowly, he began to push the head of his cock into you.

Neither of you were prepared for the way you're both of your bodies would jolt at the forms of overstimulation, both being for different reasons.

“Fff-fuck- baby, fuck sweetheart- ‘s too tight, so tight already- shit-”

Bakugou’s body tensed as the first inch of his cock slid into your tight, wet pussy, his nails digging into the skin on top of your hip bones as he struggled to stay grounded, and to not immediately slam his cock deep into your womb and fill you with his load.

As your body jolted from the burn of your previous orgasms, your teeth unlatched your tongue and you let out the small wail you had been holding back.

Apparently, Katsuki didn’t like that.

His eyes shut tightly, and he instantly pulled the head of his cock out, shaking his head. “K-Katsuki no! Where- where are you going?” Bakugou groaned as your legs tightened around his waist in a failed attempt to prevent him from pulling away, but he continued to shake his head.

“Can’t baby, can’t hurt you like this” He confessed, panting desperately for breath. He wanted nothing more than to indulge the both of you, and he wasn't sure how long he could keep his sanity up. You were already shedding tears from his overstimulation, he knew the moment his cock fully entered you, there was no going back.

You needed to recover from when he ate you like his last meal ever. Especially before he fucked you.

“Need you to really feel it when I cum in you, sugar”

His words were so daunting, they made tears of frustration spill past your cheeks as you gently grinded your clit against his cock. “I can take it- please, I can take it Kacchan” He bit so hard onto his bottom lip, you could see the small bruise start to form. His eyes were shut tightly. He knew he’d give in if he saw the puppy dog look in your eyes.

“S-Suki please, let me make good on my promise” You whimpered desperately from underneath him, practically begging him to fuck you through the pain until you were numb. “Wanna help you- wanna make you feel good” Your hands reached up to cup his cheeks, bringing his face down to hover over yours. “Promised to take care of you, Katsu”

Bakugou shuttered at your words, swallowing the groan bubbling in his throat. He responded with a quick, desperate nod of his head. “Yeah? Promised to make me feel good?” He chuckled breathlessly, pressing a much needed, very wet kiss against your lips. You could still taste your own cum on his lips.

He moaned into your mouth, before roughly pulling away and sitting up to inch his way up your body. He shifted so his legs trapped you underneath him, watching your reaction to his actions as he scooted forward enough to trap your arms at your sides, squeezing your body between his muscular thighs. “Make me feel good then baby, but don’t fucking use your hands” He commanded from where he hovered above you, his throbbing cock right in your face.

Bakugou’s hand came up to fiercely grab your cheeks, pinching the fat of your cheeks together and smiling evilly as he watched your lips pucker, almost drooling at the sight of his cock resting between your breasts. “Just wanna feel that pretty tongue on my cock”

Bakugou wasn't sure how he had managed this long, or how he even managed to pull the tip of his cock out of you at the last minute. Even the thought of being that close with you was insatiable, but now, seeing his cock in front of your face as he hovered over your lips, he knew his body wouldn’t let him hold back.

“Common, open that pretty mouth for me” As Katsuki’s index finger tapped at the side of your cheek, your tongue fell past your lips, and immediately the man above you gripped the tip of his cock to press it flat against your wet muscle. You heard a very shaky, high pitched, gasp from above you.

As you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, you glanced up to meet Katsuki’s eyes with your own. His eyebrows were creased painfully, and he was repeatedly shaking his head as one of his hands gripped your jaw tightly. “Fuck- fuck ‘m sorry, I'm sorry baby”

You almost paused your movements, unable to pinpoint what exactly he was apologizing for, before you watched his abs tighten and the hand he steadied on your jaw keeping you in place as his hips lurched forward. Suddenly, you had a mouthful of his sticky, wet cock. Which had been completely lathered in cum from his previous loads.

“Shit- shit- shit- ‘m not gonna last- not gonna..- ‘m sorry” You let your jaw fall slack as Katsuki began to use your mouth, he was almost crying at the feeling of your hot mouth around his cock. “Can’t-can’t control it” He rambled on and on his apologizes, before completely leaning over you and gripping the mattress next to your head, starting to completely fuck your mouth.

Your skills weren't needed, at least, not while Katsuki had all the control and you were pinned beneath him. “Princess- ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum in that pretty mouth of yours” His eyes fluttered back open to watch you gag, moaning at the sight of his cock hitting the inside of your cheek. “Better not fuckin’ waste it- fuck- so pretty, pretty girl, shit-”

Your mouth filled to the brim with cum, even more of it spilling past your lips and dripping down your cheeks as Bakugou continued to fuck himself through his high, completely engulfed in the sight of you.

Finally, he had some form of pleasure that you had caused, not some dumbass hallucination or fantasy in his head. He could tell this was real, he hadn't came this hard since.. Ever, really. As the fiery pain in his stomach began to finally subside, the passion and lust for you continued to grow.

He took a few moments to catch his breath, his chest heaving at the relief as some part of the quirk began to give away. When he looked back down, he had to bite the inside of his cheek while he groaned at the sight. Nope. Quirks effects are still fucking here.

His cock rested on your cheek, still hard and throbbing against your skin. Bakugou brought his hand up, balling it into a fist and biting down. He used his other hand to wipe a small smudge of his cum against your lips, smearing it across your cheek and rubbing a small circle to milk it into your skin. “My good girl” He praised softly, caressing your now sticky cheek.

Then his fingers were shoved down your throat, making you gag as you heard a deep, dark chuckle from above you. “Yeah, such a good fuckin’ girl. Didn’t waste it, saved it all in your mouth, didn’t cha?” His index finger pressed down on your tongue, before twirling in your mouth to scoop up the remains of his load. “Greedy slut, keepin’ it all to yourself like that”

Though his words were degrading and mean, you could see the proud glint in his eyes. You fully took advantage of his moment of weakness.

“Kacchan” You whimpered quietly around his fingers, grabbing his hand which was full of his cum and your spit. Delicately, you traced it down your lower stomach, flattening it against your belly and squirming your hips as if to display your desperation.

Katsuki was amazed by you, completely in awe as his palm pressed against your stomach, his cum-covered fingers grazing against your clit. He felt like he stopped breathing again, and he let out a shuttered breath from above you. “Kacchan, wanna feel you right here”

Bakugou’s head fell back against his shoulders, and he let out a whimper at your words. Instantly he responded with a nod of pure desperation, his cum-filled fingers curling to rub at your clit as he began to inch his way back down your body. “Holy shit Y/n” He responded to your words breathlessly, his brow creasing at the way your body squirmed from his gentle rubbing.

“My pretty little girlfriend, always knows just what to fuckin’ say” His words made you release a moan of your own, feeling his hands grip at your thighs before peeling them apart.

“G-girlfriend.. Katsu-” You stopped questioning his words when you felt his cock once again brushing along your clit, before his body collapsed on top of yours with just his hand reached between the two of you, tugging along his shaft as he aimed for your entrance. He never broke eye contact, using his free hand to force your gaze onto his.

“That’s right- ‘m ‘ur boyfriend now, all yours” His words were right in your ear, and you were sure while you would have moaned from his sentence alone, the head of his cock pushing inside of you was enough to coax the loud noise from your lips.

Bakugou couldn’t resist this time, and pushed himself all the way inside of you until he bottomed out. Your back arched, pressing your chest up against his with a loud whine at the sudden stretch. “Katsuki- Katsuki- Suki-” Your toes curled as your legs wrapped around his waist in hopes to slow or still his movements. But it was to no avail, he was already deep inside of your wet cunt.

Bakugou knew he should have been more gentle at first, should have inched his way into you until he filled your insides completely. He wanted to, he truly did, but his body wasn't letting him hold back anymore. He was putting the last of his strength into giving you just a few seconds to adjust to his size, his hands shaking furiously as they gripped tightly at your thighs.

He sat up, his nails digging into your meaty hips as he threw his head back completely. He was eerily silent for a good few moments, before you felt his body start to shake with a different type of vibration. He was laughing.

The blush on your cheeks engulfed your whole face, quickly making your body burn with shame. “K-Kacchan what-”

You were cut off as Bakugou tilted his head to look at you as you called his name, his shoulders suddenly stilling as he took in the sight of you. No, he was crying. Tears of relief were flowing helplessly and uncontrollably down his cheeks. “I gotta move now, sweetheart” His words looked like they pained him to get out as he moaned them through a hazy expression.

“Not gonna- can’t hold back baby, not- not when you’re squeezin’ my cock so good” As you felt one of his tears drip down onto your cheek, that exact moment was when you realized you were currently witnessing the Bakugou Katsuki literally worshipping you. He was going against every muscle, every instinct, every fiber in his body that told him to absolutely ruin you, just to make you comfortable.

“Katsuki I told you- just fuck me already, please” Your whine ended with a rare, more demanding tone, making Bakugou whimper as he pulled his cock just an inch out of your cunt, only to slam back in once again. You let out a breathy whine at the impact. He was just so big, and so deep inside of you. This whole situation was overall messy, a mixture of feelings and lust, not to mention the actual mess.

You could still taste Katsuki’s cum sloshing around in your mouth and coating your tongue. Weakly, you brought your hands up to wrap around his neck, pulling his chest back down flush against yours. “Don't worry baby, just gotta- p-pace m’self for you”

His arms circled completely around your waist with a strangled groan as his hips began moving on their own accord. You could feel the pierce of his nails into the skin of your back, and his breathless sounds whimpering in your ear. He was insatiable, and it was all you could do to sit back and enjoy it, your head falling into the pillows underneath your chest arched into his.

Bakugou hissed as your nipples grazed against his own, his thrusts sputtering, but keeping their steady pace. “Fuck- s’ tight pussy, never felt so good, never felt so good before you, Y/n” It was weird for such a loud, degrading person to be whispering praises in your ear, and while his words were small whimpers and soft, his movements were the exact opposite.

His hands were roughly exploring your body, going back and forth between spreading your legs further, or pressing them into the mattress. Either way, it was so Katsuki could slot himself deeper between your angelic walls, and either way, you’d have tiny circular bruises from the pressure of his finger tips.

“I can feel ya, tightening and creamin’ all on my cock” One of his hands dug tightly into your asscheek, pulling your hips up from the bed to rock them against his own. You couldn't tell if the spit on your neck was from Katsuki’s drool, or the condensation from his hot, heavy breath in your ear.

Bakugou’s thrusts switched between harsh, deep slaps against your hips, to a slow grind as the hard muscle of his stomach pressed hard against yours. “Ka-Katsu, faster, faster please” You’d respond by whining and bucking your hips against his, making his breathy chuckle at your begging begin to falter, his lips distracting you by leaving shaky kisses on your skin.

He wanted to go faster, he really did, but he knew if he sped back up to the pace he had been at just moments before, he’d blow his load right into you at this point. But god, you were begging him, so how could he not?

How could he not give his favorite girl exactly what she wanted?

You knew what was going on, by the way Bakugou had his eyes clenched shut almost as tight as his teeth were, and the rough thrusts of his hips beginning to sputter against your own as they quickened, you knew. You only wanted to make it even better for him. “Cum for me Katsu, cum inside of me- please” Your fingers intertwined in the hair along his scalp, making his eyes flutter back open to face you.

“P-please Kacchan- ‘m want it so bad”

The sharp nails dug into the plush fat of your hips, sinking into your soft skin as Katsuki’s head fell back into the crook of your neck with a loud moan, right into your ear.

“I’ll give it to you, ‘m gonna give you so much of my cum baby”

You could feel it, the twitching and pulsing of his cock inside of you as he came through long spurts of pleasure. His words were muffled by his teeth latching onto your shoulder, surely enough to leave a decent sized bite mark in its wake. It felt like that was truly his way of claiming you as his own. “F-Fuck, such a good girl, s-such a…”

By far, this had been Katsuki’s longest lasting orgasm, and his words were the most contradicting. “Bad girl- dirty, naughty girl- beggin’ for my cum like this”

“S’okay baby, I'll give it to ya”

Bakugou’s hips began to slow, but they continued their constant movements against your own, the amounts of cum he had unleashed inside you began to coat his length, and drip onto the mattress below you from his continuous grinding.

You almost thought the quirk had finally worn off, and Bakugou would finally be able to settle down.

You were quickly proven wrong by the way the arms Katsuki had already circled around your hips used you as leverage to pull himself up into a sitting position, keeping your chest flushed against his. “We’re not done princess” He growled into your ear, flipping your body over until your back pressed into his chest.

“K-Kacchan-” To say your legs were shaking already was an understatement, your hands weakly pawed at his muscular arms that held your torso tightly against your own. All while he was still inside of you.

“Can’t stop babe” He groaned into your ear as his hips once again thrusted against yours. The ache in your loins soon returned, this time your nails being the ones to dig into his forearms. “Gotta make you cum” Bakugou’s words were through gritted teeth.

“Can’t stop until I feel you cum on my cock”

As Katsuki’s words left his mouth, that was when he realized the true, final cure to this quirk. The only thing that could satisfy the burning desire in his core was feeling you cum on top of him, which he knew would inevitably trigger his own orgasm, solidifying that you were his.

The whole time Bakugou’s steady rhythm held purpose, because even being blessed enough with the sight of you was enough for him, to be inside of you, each stroke was now just for you, to bring you closer to the edge. “Katsu- Katsuki, feels so good”

Even if every little thing you did seemed like a special treat for himself in the process.

Your encouragement only made Katsuki whimper desperately, his head falling into the crook of your neck only to lap at your skin. His hands were just everywhere, aimlessly grabbing at your breasts, cupping your cheek delicately, gripping tightly onto the flesh of your ass.

He pinched at your nipples, and his other hand rubbed up along your inner thigh to begin circling at your clit. “Look at me” His head raised as he begged in your ear, letting go of your nipples to turn your jaw towards him. “Need you to look at me” His eyes were stern, serious as if his demand held consequences for not listening.

“So special, waited ‘m whole life for this”

Your eyes fluttered open at his confession, making him smile lustfully at you while grazing his lips against your own. Your mouth opened in a ghostly moan as his cock twitched and grazed at every perfect spot of your insides. “I’m gonna cu-cum Katsuki” Your words were high pitched, but you forced yourself to continue looking him in the eyes.

Your words only made Bakugou release a sinister-like smile, speeding up his powerful thrusts, all in-tune with keeping his fingers rubbing steady circles on your clit.

“It’s okay babe, let it out, c'mon, let it out for me princess”

His voice was so comforting as his praises rumbled in your ear, coaxing you through your climax as you tightened around your boyfriend's cock, letting out a long, loud moan just like he said too.

“Just like that- Fuck Y/n, my pretty girl” The way Katsuki’s cock pulsed in your cunt was way more powerful then the last, only enhancing the feeling of the way your pussy tightened around him. Cum began to leak down both of your thighs, making Bakugou's hips continuously twitch against your own.

“Looks like your mine now, y’know”

As your body fell limp against his chest, both of your movements began to rise and fall as Kacchan fought to catch his own breath. You could feel him softening inside of you as his cum seeped into your skin, a telltale sign that the quirk had finally worn off.

Wordlessly, Bakugou laid you down against his sheets, keeping himself situated inside of you as he gently settled both of you to lay down, the blonde spooning you and holding you flush against his skin. “You okay?” He asked quietly, hesitantly, after a few moments, bringing his hand up to thread into your hair.

“Yeah” You reassured him quietly. “I’m more than okay”

You felt him smile into the back of your neck, tiredly pressing his nose to your hair as the effects from the quirk finally began to catch up with his body, but still he managed to use the last ounce of his energy to grab his fluffy comforter, pulling it up past your shoulders.

“Good, dunno what I'd do if I didn't have you to take care of me”

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heejojo · 3 years

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enhypen when their s/o takes off their promise ring after a fight

a/n: based off a request by an anon. the remaining parts will come in form of the 02z and then sunoo and jungwon. i hope you like this one tho! have a good day!!

members: heeseung and niki!

Heeseung

“I’m trying my best here, I am but you’re making things difficult. I’m sorry you don’t have the ideal partner you always pictured in your mind but life isn’t fair and you need to know it now,” Heeseung told you and more tears came to your eyes. All you wanted was to be with your boyfriend but he had been under a lot of pressure lately with the recent comeback and pressure from his company.

It didn’t help that he saw a negative comment on something he was working so hard on. “I’m not saying anything about you being the perfect partner! I just wanted my boyfriend to be happy for me. I didn’t ask for much, just that you should be happy for me” you blurted out, afraid that if you said more you’d cry on the spot.

“This conversation is pointless” he announced and begins to leave but you latched onto his arm and give him a pleading look. The look does nothing to soften his hardened features and you wonder if he even felt anything anymore when he looked at you.

“Heeseung, please” you begged. “Let’s sort this out, I beg of you” He shook off your arm and sent you a hard glare that made you cower a bit.

“Ï am genuinely tired of this. This same repetitive lifestyle. It would be better if you were with the person everyone wants you to be with” he said sadly and that’s when you get upset.

“That’s it. That is enough. I’ve had it up to here with you Lee Heeseung. You need to listen to me and listen goo-”

“Listen, listen, listen. I’m tired of listening! And if things continue like this, I just might get tired of this relationship”

“You damn liar, you’re so selfish. Get tired of me for all I care. When you’re ready to realize that a relationship has two people in it, you know where to find me” you snapped and reached for your nearby coat.

On your way out, you saw that there was no sign of remorse on Heeseung’s face. It’s pointless, being like this for a particular person who is clearly showing no signs that he cared about you. You took off the promise ring he had gifted you on your three year anniversary, it physically hurt when he looked at it. It used to be a sign that you would love him forever and he would do the same but now it doesn’t look like that’s what would have happened if you stayed.

When Heeseung comes out of his room hours later after he calmed down, he expected to still see you. A wave of the events that just took place flooded his mind and he feels ashamed at how he treated you.

He goes into a state of shock when he found your promise ring on the counter. His heart constricts, and he realized that he may have just messed everything up. If he were you, he would want to stay as far away from himself as possible.

Torn between wanting to leave you alone and wanting to apologize, he doesn’t know what to do. It’s until when Jungwon urged him to call you or meet up with you before he did so.

Thankfully, you agreed to meet up with him at a secluded place but Heeseung feared that the meet up was for you to break up with him.

Before you sat down, a string of apologies flew out his mouth and you’re taken aback by the sorry look on his face. It’s when you sat down to look at him and realized that he looked like a living corpse. There were bags under his eyes and he looked like he had lost a bit of weight.

You weren’t doing any better, your mind is torn between wanting him back and wanting to stand your ground.

You smiled a bit, although it was more of a grimace before you take his palm in yours. “You have to promise me that we’ll talk things out more. I’ll also try my best to be more understanding”

“I’ll do better Y/N. Just please don’t leave me” he pleaded and you saw the way his eyes already glossed over. You shifted to his side and rub his arm reassuringly.

“It’s okay, we’ll do it together from now on. We’re two in this aren’t we?” you asked and he nodded.

Together, Heeseung liked the sound of that.

Niki

“It wouldnt hurt if you did it now babe, instead of procrastinating” you scolded Niki because his clothes were littered everywhere in the room you both shared. You picked up a pair of pants and dropped it immediately not knowing whether or not it was clean.

“I’ll do it later” he responded nonchalantly and you scrunched your nose up in irritation. Something you did when you started to get annoyed. You took in deep breaths to calm yourself down.

“You can just do it now and get back to the game later babe. I can’t work in an unkept place” you pleaded with your teeth clenched together. If it were your siblings you would have dragged their ears till their cleaned up their room. But because it’s Niki, you’re trying to be more patient for him.

“One more game babe, please” he whined and you let him go. Instead of working at home, you went to the library and worked there. You stayed there till it got dark and headed home.

When you got home, you found out that everywhere was even in a worse state. You stormed to meet Niki only to find him still on his game. The anger you had tried so hard to suppress resurfaced and you calmed yourself by rubbing at the promise ring he got you a few years ago.

“Niki, why is the place still like this?” you asked patiently but he could tell you were getting frustrated.

“Oh shoot babe, let me finish this round and I’ll get to it right no-”

“You should have done it ages ago! We can’t be living in filth. People get sick when they don’t live in clean areas” you reprimanded him.

“Gosh, you’re so uptight. Do you ever relax and take a break for once?” he muttered and the final thread snapped inside of you.

“Do you ever think that sometimes you have to look at your surroundings!? I get you enjoy games but this place is disgusting. And uptight? You’re the one making me this uptight” you bit back and Niki stood from his chair.

“Don’t go putting the blame on me Y/N. You need to step out of your comfort zone and let loose sometimes. You’re too rigid” he commented and it stung. It wasn’t your fault you were this harsh on things. You’ve had so many responsibilities and had to keep up with expectations that it slowly turned you into someone like this.

“I’m trying, and you know very well I am,” you said trying not to let your voice waver. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“It doesn’t look like you try at all to me. You’re always nagging about something. If it isn’t about me not cleaning up immediately, it’s about your sibling that eats late and doesn’t take care of their health. The point is, your nagging is pretty draining”

“It is how I am. Sorry if I don’t want to be surrounded by germs and get sick easily. You know how easily I fall ill”

“How could I forget, you remind me every single time about your condition,” he said, putting condition in air quotes. Maybe this all would stop if you left. For good this time. So he would find someone that accommodated him and his habits.

You take off the ring and throw it at him. “Give it to someone that isn’t nagging. Sorry for worrying about you I guess. I hope the person cares less” you snap and pack your things trying not to let the tears flow. It only then does Niki realize how much of an idiot he truly is.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N I am so sorry. I didn’t mean any of that” he began but you just rose your hand and told him to stop. “I really am sorry and I was just being ungrateful. I’ll pick all this up now. Just please don’t leave me” he begged and tears slowly slipped out of your eyes. You brought a hand to your mouth to cover the sobs that ransacked your body.

Niki felt like pure trash when he saw you cry that hard. He then realized how much he really took you for granted. He made a mental note to himself to always clean up after himself when he brought you into his arms as you sobbed.

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The Shield

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 5595

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, John Walker, Emotions, Character Death, Mentions of Blood, I know people had a hard time with that last scene so please take caution because it is in this part! GIF at end is the ending scene, so be careful when you get towards the bottom! I feel like I’m forgetting some, so just know this one’s a bit more than the others.

A/N: Here it is, folks! The Part we’ve all been waiting for! It’s the longest one I’ve written so far but so much happened and I couldn’t find a better spot to end it than where the episode ended. Thank you all for being patient with me today. I know I didn’t get this out as quickly as I would’ve the past few weeks, but you guys are so awesome! Seriously! I love that you understand I do have a life and work comes first! Thank you, thank you!

This Part is a doozy, guys, and…I’m sorry? But not really. I’m SUPER excited to see where this is gonna go, especially considering Episode 5 is supposed to be the real tear jerker. I can’t believe there’s only two more episodes! I’ve grown so attached to these characters just in the past month! I’m so glad I’m able to share some of my thoughts and feelings with you guys, too! You’re honestly the best!

I’ll be doing more One Shots this week, so look for those on the Masterlist. I’m still taking requests for them, so if there’s anything you want explored about the reader and her relationships that you don’t think will be explored in this Series, just ask and I’ll try to add it to the One Shot list.

As always, this isn’t beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Thank you for reading, be kind to yourself and others, enjoy this part and stay tuned!

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!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

“Doll…hey. Doll. C’mon, sweetheart. We gotta get moving.”

You cracked your eyes open begrudgingly, squinting up to see Bucky’s amused grin, head tilted and eyes soft. “Huh?”

He chuckled as you rubbed your eyes, confusion lifting an eyebrow. “The funeral. Zemo said we’ve gotta go if we’re gonna make it in time.”

“Wait, but…huh?”

Sniggering again at your reaction, he held up your phone. “You passed out in the middle of a chapter, sleepyhead.” He teased lightly, grabbing your hand and gently pulling you to sit upright. “It’s almost been an hour.”

You huffed tiredly, stretching and placing your feet on the floor, taking back the phone he held out to you. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You haven’t been sleeping well.” He stated, like it should’ve been obvious. “How’s your arm feeling?”

“Better than earlier. It’s just sore. That’s all.”

He studied your features for any hint of a lie. Not finding one, he nodded, holding out his hand. “Okay. But tell me if it starts bothering you.”

You placed your hand in his, marveling for a split second at how big his hands were compared to yours - something you noticed every time but still it never ceased to astound you. He tugged you up, and you looked up to meet his worried eyes, remembering his question.

“I will, Buck. Promise.”

He nodded, tilting his head towards the door. “C’mon, cuddle bug. We don’t wanna miss this.”

A groan passed your lips, but you nodded and followed Bucky out into the main room, where Sam chuckled at you from his spot at the table. “Sleeping beauty has finally awoken.”

You flipped Sam off groggily. “Are we going or not?”

“Do you wanna wake up s’more first?”

“No.” You answered the one armed brunette. “I’ll just splash some water on my face or something. I’ll be fine by the time we get there. Where’s-”

“Looking for me?”

Zemo strolled out, now dressed in that coat of his, that smug smirk on his lips. You scowled. “I wish I wasn’t.”

Sam stood up, standing subconsciously between you and Zemo. “Let’s head out.”

You nodded in agreement, shooting the Baron one more glare, before following him out the door and into the city, Bucky right besides you, shoulders brushing as if you weren’t ignoring him just hours prior.

The walk was mostly silent, a few jests between Bucky and Sam plus a couple comments from Zemo here and there. You talked about strategy, with Sam bringing up the fact that he wanted to try convincing Karli to step down. Zemo didn’t look pleased with the arrangement, but both you and Bucky relented, agreeing to let Sam at least try.

It wasn’t until you were close to your destination according to Zemo that anything exciting happened.

“Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit!”

Hell. No.

The moment the voice registered in your brain, your jaw tightened, your teeth starting to grind together as you held back the very not nice things you wanted to say.

“Ah! How’d you find us now?” Bucky called out, tucking you into his side protectively, and a little possessively you noted, as Walker and Hoskins came down the steps, the two groups nearing each other.

You were relieved when the subject of Zemo escaping jail went by relatively quickly, Walker latching onto the fact that you were going to talk to Karli instead of focusing on the escaped fugitive in front of him.

You very nearly punched him when he ran in front of you after Sam told him the plan, making the four of you stop in your tracks, but Bucky’s arm tightened around your shoulders, holding you in place next to him.

“You’re gonna let him do this?” Walker questioned Bucky in disbelief, self righteous judgement practically dripping from your tone. “You’re gonna let your partner walk into a room with a super soldier alone?”

Bucky’s jaw ticked. “He’s dealt with worse. And he’s not my partner.”

“And you?” Walker narrowed his eyes towards you. “I expected more from you; the last original Avenger.”

You snorted, shaking your head. He obviously didn’t know how chaotic the Avengers were. What Sam was proposing? You’d seen it a million times with Steve alone. Not considering Nat, Clint, Thor, even Bruce and Tony. All of them willing to try to negotiate before running in, bullets raining and hell rising. “First, I’m not the last original. I’m technically not even an original. Second, I trust Sam with my life and I’m standing by his decision. He’s my brother. As a soldier, I would’ve thought you understood that.”

Before he could respond, Sam stepped around Bucky. You saw the reluctance in Walker’s eyes as he admitted a temporary defeat once Hoskins agreed with Sam. The fact that he was so unwilling to try to save more lives - including Karli’s - made the truth that he wasn’t, and would never, be your Captain harden deeper into your heart.

Ignoring Walker’s confusion as you followed the little girl Zemo befriended - which was weird, you’d admit, but it was getting you closer to Karli - Bucky’s arm slipped from your shoulders, hand sliding across your back and skimming down your arm to grip your hand. Even through your jacket, you felt goosebumps erupt along his fingers’ trail.

You finally came to your destination and you let out a small breath. If everything went smoothly, this mission could finally be over and you could go home and take a bath, get take out, get out a bottle of wine, watch TV, and just relax.

What a dream.

“Hey.” You stopped Sam before he could go through the entrance of where the girl said Karli was, holding his forearm. “You want me to come with you?”

He shook his head. “I think it’ll be better if I go alone.”

You nodded, letting go without any hesitance. “Okay. Be careful.”

“Always.” And despite all you’ve been through, no matter how many times he’s followed Steve’s lead in doing something stupid, you knew he meant it. You nodded again, before he disappeared around the corner.

You leaned back against the wall, Bucky once again wrapping an arm around your shoulder now that you weren’t walking - he liked having mobility on the move, hence the reason he held your hand instead - leaning besides you and pulling you against his chest.

Ten minutes. You tried looking at Bucky’s watch, which was on the wrist of the arm around you. He noticed and turned his wrist slightly, bending his elbow more, which brought you even closer to him, showing you the time.

Giving a small sigh, you nodded slightly and dropped your head back against his bicep, your hands shoving in your pockets, one of your feet coming up to rest against the wall. Bucky shifted to your other side so he could stand in front of the doors to where Karli and Sam were, pulling you against his back, arms wrapping around your shoulders tightly.

It was a long ten minutes. You kept eyeing Walker, and you couldn’t help the anger burning through you as he held the shield in his hands. That damn shield. It wasn’t his. It would never be his. And he would never understand it. The fact that the shield didn’t make Captain America. The shield isn’t what made Steve a good man. Not even the Serum did. He already was one. Steve made the shield what it was, not the other way around.

But then you remembered a conversation you had, years ago, and your eyes flitted up to Bucky’s hardened face, the brunette staring intensely at the ground.

You didn’t get it. You were confused. You knew how important Barnes - Bucky - was to Steve. But apparently you didn’t understand it quite yet.

You watched from the entrance of the hallway, leaning against the wall, as Bucky went under once more.

Steve stood there for a moment longer, before turning and walking towards you. “Why’d you do it?”

He raised an eyebrow at you while you turned to walk with him down the hall. “Do what?”

“Give up the shield. And don’t say it doesn’t belong to you. It does. Howard gave it to you. You’re the reason it’s…a symbol.”

He hummed. “And what exactly is it a symbol for, honey?”

You scoffed. “Uh, freedom? Justice? Resilience? The defense of the whole life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness thing?”

He stopped, facing you with a strange expression on his face, thoughtful. “I dropped it because I can’t be that anymore. Not right now. People don’t have the same beliefs they used to have. How can I stand up for freedom and let the Sokovia Accords track every person they deem a threat, just like HYDRA tried doing? How can I be a symbol for justice and let Bucky take the fall for something that he wasn’t in control of? I can’t. And until the world is ready to change…I can’t be Captain America.”

And suddenly, it seemed to click. Steve gave up the shield for Bucky because the world wasn’t ready to admit it was wrong. Just like Sam gave up the shield for himself and his family because the world wasn’t ready for the truth that would come with him becoming Captain America.

God…when did a metal circle become so complicated?

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty lil’ head’a yours?” His whisper in your ear startled you out of your thoughts, his nose brushing against your temple tenderly as he placed a chaste kiss on your cheek.

You looked up at him and shook your head. Of all the things Steve gave up, he never gave up Bucky. And it used to confuse you, but you understood then. His blue eyes sparkling with curiosity and slight concern, his fingers tracing patterns along your collarbone with a barely-there touch that was so light it didn’t seem to exist. You finally understood. Not just Steve’s decision, but Sam’s too. And maybe you didn’t understand it fully, and that was okay, because you weren’t them, so you never would, but you understood a little bit.

“Nothing.” You shook your head, keeping your voice down so the others couldn’t hear, the conversation being a private one, “I’m just waiting for this to be over.”

He hummed, nodding in agreement, setting his chin on your head. “Me too.”

Walker started pacing the room about half way through, getting too antsy for your liking. “Shhh.” Bucky mumbled under his breath, feeling you tense as Walker started talking. “It hasn’t been ten minutes, John. Just sit tight.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t patronize me.”

“He knows what he’s doing.” Bucky stated confidently, straightening slightly from his leaning position, arms falling from your form. The two of you exchanged glances as Walker checked the clock over on the far wall, blocked from your view.

“I’m going in.” Walker strode across the room, heading for the entrance, no doubt willing to steam roll anything - anyone - in his way.

Bucky stopped him with a hand on his chest. You glanced back and forth between the two as Walker spoke, arms crossed tightly over your chest. “Buck…we promised him ten minutes.” You reminded him, seeing his resolve crumble a bit. You could guess he was thinking of the nightmares. The people he couldn’t save. The blood he already considered on his hands.

Walker used his moment of hesitation, shoving past him roughly. “I’m not waiting.”

“John!”

“Walker!”

You followed after him, you and Bucky arguing with him and Hoskins about giving Sam more time, but it was too late.

“Karli Morgenthau! You’re under arrest!”

“Fuck.” You hissed out when you saw Sam’s panicked expression, looking at you confused. Walker was flown across the room when Karli punched him, Bucky shoving Hoskins out of the way to run after her.

“Y/N-”

You threw your hands up. “I tried, Sam! C’mon!”

You and Sam ran over to some stairs, turning corners and trying to remember what the building looked like from outside to cut her off, but you only ran into Bucky again.

“I wish we had the layout or something.” You grumbled. “We were that close-”

“We’re not done yet, doll.” Nodding, you followed the boys out, Bucky pausing every so often to try to hear anything. “I’ve got gunshots.” At that, the three of you took off towards the sound, Bucky leading the way.

Just around the corner from where Bucky heard the gunshots, you thought you saw a couple people slip around another bend. Noticing you had stopped, Bucky backtracked. “You okay?’

“Yeah.” Deciding it wasn’t worth the pursuit, you turned to him and nodded towards the doorway Sam already went through. He gave you a look, but nodded and the two of you jogged into the room.

You sighed heavily, seeing Zemo knocked out on the floor, Walker standing over him and broken vials that were previously full of, what you assumed was, the Serum. Hoskins ran in right after you, meaning no one but Walker and Zemo knew what happened. Meaning you would probably never get the full, true story.

What fun it is to work with manipulators and liars.

********************

“I don’t like him.” Bucky grumbled, the two of you walking up to the place you were staying in, Bucky holding the door open for you.

“I know you don’t, Buck. I don’t either.” You had asked Bucky to go with you to get some fresh air once you got back, Zemo having woken up a few minutes after and Walker and Hoskins had to make a call or something official like the good soldiers they were. “He’s hiding something.”

“You think?” Bucky scoffed, giving you a look.

You rolled your eyes. “I mean…I don’t know. When we found him and Zemo…my gut twisted.”

He nodded in understanding, his face twisting into a scowl. “Yeah. Mine did too.”

You stopped him before you could walk through the door to the main room. “Do me a favor?” He nodded again with a little hum. Catching his chin between your fingers, your free hand moved to smooth out the creases between his brow. “Stop brooding so much. It makes me worried.”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, features softening slightly. “Are you really gonna leave in the morning? I know you’ve had a lot of people telling you to take a break, and it’s selfish for me to ask you to stay, but…I dunno if I can finish this without you.”

“I-” You sighed, ducking your head as you thought of a response, before looking up in his wide eyes, begging for you to stick around longer. “Let’s just finish the day and see what happens next. Okay?”

He bit his lip, nodding slightly. You gave him a smile, before tugging on his hand. “I need a drink.”

He chuckled at that. “That I can fix, doll.” He, again, opened the door for you, and the two of you walked in.

“What a gentleman. Straight outta the 40’s.” You joked, making him roll his eyes.

He took off his jacket, heading to the kitchen, while you sat on the opposite side of the island. “Somethin’s not right about Walker.”

Sam gave you two an amused look. “You don’t say.”

“Well, I know a crazy when I see one.” He opened the lid of the bottle he grabbed, starting to pour two glasses of whiskey for the both of you. “Because I am crazy.”

You rolled your eyes as Sam responded, “can’t argue with that.”

“You shouldn’t have given him the shield.”

Giving Bucky a disapproving look over the rim of your glass, you sipped your drink, narrowing your eyes when he ignored you. “I didn’t give him the shield.”

“Well Steve definitely didn’t.”

Your glass slammed down on the counter. Why did he have to bring this up right now? Seriously? You were just having a nice conversation about places you wanted to visit while taking a walk outside. Why was he suddenly snapping?

Before you could scold him, the doors burst open, making your head whip over as Walker stormed in, “ordering” you to hand over Zemo.

You stayed sitting, leaning on the counter and facing the opposite wall as Sam told him off, giving an amused snicker as you sipped your drink. Bucky sat besides you, facing Walker, and you recognized from the angle he was positioning himself that he was blocking you from Walker’s view, whether intentional or not.

You raised an eyebrow, turning in interest when Walker put down the shield, knowing Sam wasn’t about to fight the man. What an ego the blonde had.

Before anything could happen, however, a spear pierced through the air, lodging in the pillar next to Walker’s head.

Your frustration with Bucky’s comment flew out of your head as Ayo and a few other Dora Milaje walked in. Bucky sat up straighter and you stood up, leaning ever so slightly against his arm.

You nearly facepalmed, a sound of complete disbelief leaving you as Walker introduced himself. Sam looked over at you two, an entertained, slightly incredulous smile on his face.

Sam tried warning him. He really did. But Walker, you’ve come to find, was an arrogant, egotistical narcissist who only wanted to win and would do whatever it takes to do so. Even when there wasn’t really a winner. At least, not in that situation. It seemed that Walker liked ignoring the gray area in the world, which wasn’t good. Not in the least.

Which is why you couldn’t really feel sorry for the man. You saw it coming as soon as he told them they didn’t have jurisdiction. And the moment he touched Ayo?

You put your chin on Bucky’s shoulder - who had stood up from his spot - watching the Dora Milaje kick Walker’s ass, wincing and cringing mockingly at the right moments, making Bucky smirk at you.

“We should do something.” Sam said, although he didn’t look thrilled about the prospect.

Bucky crossed his arms. “Looking strong, John!”

You gave a slight snort, not wanting to encourage anything, but unable to hold in your amusement. Bucky winked at you, clinking his cup of whiskey with your own, before taking a gulp.

“Bucky.”

You huffed and stepped back at Sam’s tone. “C’mon, Buck.”

“Fine.” Bucky grunted. “But ‘M not happy about it.”

Soon, the three of you, plus Walker and Hoskins, were all occupied with a member of the Dora Milaje. You knew you couldn’t take them; they were on a higher level that Natasha, and you could barely beat her. But you weren’t necessarily trying to win.

It was a strange fight, knowing that no one - except Walker, probably - actually wanted to hurt anyone. Of course, that didn’t stop one of them from exploiting your injured shoulder that she spotted rather quickly. The hits were quick and precise, the tip of her spear cutting along the graze, hitting the spot just perfect enough to reopen it. The stitches that had been placed only a couple days ago ripped, making you wince and clutch your now bleeding shoulder.

“Oh fuck.” You groaned. “You were always good with those things.”

She gave you an almost apologetic look, before she looked over to Ayo, who stepped through the room towards the bathroom where Zemo had locked himself in during the chaos.

When you caught sight of the shoulder thing she did to Bucky, his metallic arm now laying on the floor, his eyes wide and his stance stunned, your jaw nearly dropped. You guessed it made sense that they had a way to do that, but, still. None of you were expecting it.

“Did you know they could do that?” Sam asked once they started leaving, Bucky picking up his arm and connecting it to his shoulder.

“No.” The arm whirred as he swung it, getting it back to normal.

You couldn’t help the little giggle that left you, making Bucky raise an eyebrow at you. You tried holding in more laughs, but they just kept coming. “She-she...she disarmed you!”

Bucky rolled his eyes as you chortled, holding your stomach and bending over. “Ha ha. Very funny.”

“Oh come on!” You straightened and wiped your eyes. “That was good! Wasn’t it, Sammy?”

Sammy chuckled and nodded. “I’ll admit, it was pretty good. This, however, is not.”

Your laughter died as Sam made his way over to the bathroom, the light air that came with your cackles dissipating as quickly as it came.

“I can’t believe he pulled an El Chapo.”

You stared at the drain that was uncovered - large enough for Zemo to slip inside and escape. He did it. The son of a bitch finally did it. It took him long enough. You would’ve betted against him days ago.

“I can.” Bucky turned and grabbed your hand. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

*********************

“I thought you told them.”

Bucky looked up from wrapping your shoulder, an eyebrow raised. “What?”

“I thought you told them. The Dora Milaje. Wakanda. T’Challa. I thought you told them about Zemo.”

He leaned back with a sigh. “It was kinda a last minute decision. You know that. You were there.”

You nodded. “I do. But I also know what they’ve done for you. Shuri and Ayo. I was there for that, too. And you know what he did to them. To their country. Their king.”

“I know, I know. I almost died several times because of it.”

Your eyebrows pinched in confusion. “So why-”

“I thought it’d be quick. I thought, maybe, I could do it without them finding out and then we could get to Karli and they wouldn’t be disappointed. Win win.”

Your cheek caught between your teeth as you thought. “You could’ve just asked-”

He shook his head. “They would’ve said no. You know that.”

“Okay. Fine. Yes. I know that. But…but giving them a warning would’ve been better than this.” He hung his head, closing his eyes. “Bucky. Hey,” hooking a finger under his chin, you tilted his head back up to look at you. “I know it’s been hard for you. Everything has. And I’m sorry I dragged you into this. I shouldn’t have let you come along. You should be healing, and it’s my fault you’re not.” He opened his mouth, face scrunching up in disagreement, but you shook your head. “It’s true. I just…I didn’t know it would come this far.” You gnawed on your bottom lip studying those captivating eyes, before sighing. “Which is why I’m not leaving.”

He perked up, those pretty eyes going wide, jaw slackening. “You-you’re not?!”

You shook your head. As much as you wanted to run away, you couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right. “It wouldn’t be fair to you or Sam. I promised to help, and I brought you into it. So I’m gonna stay.

“Are you, uh…are you sure? You don’t hafta if you don’t wanna, doll. I know I kinda pushed you earlier, but-”

“I’m sure Buck.” You nodded firmly. “Just…do something for me?”

“I dunno if I can promise not brooding, sweetheart.”

You giggled at his words. “Not that. Just…stop giving Sam a hard time. About the shield. Please.”

His soft features hardened and he scowled. “If he didn’t give it up-”

“He thought it was going to the museum. I told you about that, remember? I told you we’d go when I got back.”

Giving a slight nod, he sighed. “We never did.”

“We will. But, I’m serious, Buck. Please. It’s not his fault. He did exactly what Steve did.” At Bucky’s confused look, you pursed your lips, looking down at his hands, starting to play with his fingers. “Remember how I was thinking during those ten minutes we had?” He nodded. “I was thinking about how Steve gave the shield back to Tony. After saving you. In Siberia. You remember that?” Another nod was given, so you continued. “It was for you, James. Because you made him realize that he didn’t want to be the face of a country that preached one thing, but did another. And that’s what Sam did. He did it for his family. For himself. Because no one wants to fight for a country that goes against your personal beliefs, no matter what they say.”

“I-I don’t understand.” Bucky’s eyes squinted, his brow creasing as he tried processing what you were telling him.

“That’s okay. Not everyone will. Really only they can understand their own reasoning. But you have to try to understand that he did what he thought was best for himself. For Steve. For the shield. And I know - dammit do I know - that it’s the last thing left of him. But it is just metal. Isn’t it? Steve’s the reason it is what it is. No one else. And no one is going to change that.”

Bucky took a breath, glossy, worried eyes meeting yours. “Walker’s going to ruin it. I know he is. I can feel it. Everything Steve worked for. I don’t care about Captain America. I care about the kid from Brooklyn who wanted to make a difference, no matter how little he was. I trusted him. I followed him through bullets and blood, with only that shield between us and them. He was home on a battlefield in Italy across the ocean from New York. And that shield was the welcome mat. It doesn’t matter what it says, what it looks like…but it protected my home when I couldn’t. But now? I feel like it’s tearing my home down. Pulling out the bricks. And it hurts. It was never about the shield, Y/N. It was always about the man it protected when I couldn’t be there for him. And now?”

Gathering him in your arms as he trailed off, you gave a couple little sniffles, pressing your face in his hair, nails scratching the nape of his neck lightly. “I’ll be your welcome mat, Buckaroo.” You offered.

He shook his head, pulling away to hold your face between his hands. “No, sweetheart. You’re not the welcome mat. You’re the new bricks replacing the old. You’re…you’re my home, now, doll.”

You swallowed thickly, unable to handle the rush of emotions that just poured through you, the sudden change in topic making you feel more vulnerable than you’d like. You leaned forwards, placing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, feeling him go lax in your arms. “And you’re mine.” You murmured softly, before getting up and heading out for the room, unable to stay any longer. You still had a mission to do. One that became even more desperate with Zemo loose, Walker unhinged, and Karli being so close.

******************

There was a silent agreement to not bring up your conversation. Not yet, at least. Sam had eyed you both when you came out of the room, saying you were ready to get moving, but he didn’t say anything either.

None of you really knew where you were going, only what you had to do. Find Zemo and get to Karli before Walker could. Both of which were a lot easier said than done.

Until Sam got a call from Sarah, who told him Karli contacted her personally and threatened her and her sons. She left a contact number for Sam, evidently wanting to meet. His phone dinged not a minute after he texted the number.

“She said come alone.”

“Well that’s not happening.” You opposed, crossing your arms.

Bucky nodded with your sentence. “We’re coming with you.”

Sam didn’t say anything against it, the three of you exchanging glances, before heading out to the location, changing into your tactical suits along the way.

Karli didn’t seem to mind you and Bucky tagging along, and you understood why the moment she mentioned not killing Sam because he wasn’t hiding behind a shield. It was a distraction. They were going after Walker.

It was confirmed only moments later when Sharon contacted Sam. “Looks like he found them, or maybe they found him.”

As soon as Sam announced that it was Walker, you jumped into action, Sam disabling Karli for just the right amount of time for you to get a head start. “I’ll send you the location. Go.” He told Bucky, who nodded and took off in his super soldier sprint. “You hitching a ride?”

You rolled your eyes at his slight tease. “I hate this so much.” You grumbled, catching his hand as he took off in the air with his bird costume. He held onto you tightly, like the millions of times you’d done this before, although it didn’t make you any less dizzy, traveling that fast, that high, with only his hold keeping you from dropping. “You’re lucky I trust you so much!”

He gave a small chuckle at your shout over the wind. “We’re landing! Brace yourself!” You followed his order, just in time for him to break through the glass ceiling of the building Walker was in. The both of you landed on a platform on the staircase just as a Flag Smasher was thrown through double glass doors, down the stairs, and into a power box. Your eyes went wide as Walker strolled down the steps, oozing a confidence that made you nervous. The moment Walker stopped the Flag Smasher - the Super Soldier - from hitting him with the pipe, you knew even before he twisted it like a pretzel.

“Sam.” You breathed out. You couldn’t even do anything, only watching as the Flag Smasher got up from being thrown again, and running down a hall.

“What’d you do?”

“They got Lemar.” Was the only reply he gave, brushing past you and Sam. You gave Sam a look, but he just jerked his head down the hall, in the direction the Flag Smasher went and the way Walker started heading. You nodded, willing to drop it for now to save someone’s life, but you were so bringing it up once this was done.

Jogging into the room, you should’ve expected the ambush in the room, but, to be honest, they didn’t take as much advantage as they could’ve, so it wasn’t too difficult of a fight. You had trained with Steve millions of times before, so you knew how to go against a Super Soldier. Granted, your Cap wasn’t trying to kill you while training, but it was better than nothing.

You protected your shoulder, knowing that was your weak point, while trying to disguise it so whoever you were fighting wouldn’t realize your Achilles’ Heel. Something you often found while dealing with Steve, and even Bucky, was that Super Soldiers, as quick as they were, tended to favor the super strength side of their enhancements. This made it easier for you to dodge the attacks, knowing most of your blows wouldn’t do much.

Knowing you wouldn’t be able to stay on the defensive for long, you decided to try to get an advantage over them. Disarming them and taking their knife was easy enough. A small advantage, yeah, but now you had a weapon, and you could work with that.

You weren’t exactly sure when Bucky joined the fight, but he did, immediately coming over to you when you body kicked your opponent, helping you up. “That was a Steve move.” Your eyes caught sight of the Flag Smasher behind him and you shoved his shoulder down, throwing your knife, making it land solidly in the man’s shoulder. Bucky looked up at you from his crouch, impressed. “And that was a me move.”

You shrugged. “I’m a visual learner.”

You, Sam, and Bucky were about to go for another round with the guys when a sickening crack sounded behind you, and you whipped around.

Hoskins was against a split pillar, a crimson streak running down his forehead, head lolling to the side, lips red and cracked. The fight stopped as Walker rushed over to his friend, but you knew there was no way he survived. A punch from a Super Soldier? That hard?

Eyeing the Flag Smashers, you turned to Sam and Bucky when they started dispersing, Karli running out as well. They nodded towards you and the three of you took off after her, not wanting to let her get away again and, for you, at least, wanting to give Walker some time.

You weren’t expecting his grief to turn into such raw hatred.

Running up to the city square, you didn’t actually see it happen. Just the aftermath. Which was good, considering you nearly threw up just seeing that.

You heard the change in Bucky’s breathing, barely recognizing the way he stepped in front of you, only realizing you stepped closer when you felt his sleeve against your palms, fingers tightly wrapped around his forearm. A choked sound came from somewhere, but you didn’t know it was you, even as Bucky reached his arm around to hold your waist, keeping you behind his shoulder.

Tears leaked down your face silently, eyes unable to look away as Walker straightened, sliding the shield on his arm, too nonchalantly for someone who just murdered another in front of a crowd full of people, cameras pointed towards him.

The shield. That piece of metal you had been wondering so deeply about the past couple of weeks. The link to the first person you’d ever loved. Ruined. Tarnished. Stained.

You could barely breathe, your throat clenching so tightly it was a wonder you were able to get anything out at all.

“James…”

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