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goldentsum · 3 years

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— made to be together.

PAIRING: adopted father! sakusa x adopted daughter! reader; sakusa x mentioned wife (beginning)

GENRE: smut, dark content

WORD COUNT: 5.3k

SUMMARY: after trying so hard to get his wife pregnant so many times, sakusa is done and coming to the conclusion that his wife would never give him children. already fed up with trying and getting his hopes up, the two decided to adopt a child to avoid getting disappointed again. in the midst of searching for a daughter, he didn’t expect to find a sweet little thing he won’t be able to resist.

WARNING: pseudo-incest, age-gap (10+), smut, dark themes, unhealthy relationships, daddy kink, manipulative tendencies, implied miscarriages, creepy and asshole! sakusa, cheating, unprotected.sex, .dubcon, virginity loss, delusional! reader, narcissistic! sakusa, 17-18 years old! reader at the beginning but then turns 18+ when smut is happening

AUTHOR’S NOTE: MERRY CHRISTMAS HOES! tis a present from me~ first dark content fic and my first long fic after 2-3 months of hiatus! but i’m still excited! if you don’t like content like this just ignore this then. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH DARK THEMES. if you don’t like content like this, just block the tag tw.darkcontent,, READ WITH CAUTION!

REMINDER: this is not love and i do not condone this type of behavior. be smart on the internet. if you don’t like it just click away, no need to hate. you are responsible for your time on the internet.

“shit” sakusa cursed as he sat on the bed, hands running up and down his face in stress and anger. his wife bit her lip at the sight of her husband getting angry. she called out with her small voice, trying to lighten up the mood and chirped. “w-we can try again, yoomi.. we have all the time in the world-”

sakusa stood up, his beautiful wife’s words trailing off. he looked at her with a scowl, “and how many times more do we need to keep trying? it’s your fault, for fucks sake. always fucking it up and losing the damn child.” the glare on his dark eyes was enough to shut the timid woman up. sakusa saw how she was trying to make herself small in the large king size bed and scoffed.

he then exited to go to the connected bathroom in their bedroom, leaving his wife with her self-destructive thoughts as she blamed herself for always stressing her husband out. it was her fault that the man was angry and sakusa makes sure she knows that. it was her fault that she can’t get pregnant. all of those time trying and money spent for vacations wasted because she can’t even do what normal women do.

quickly wiping the pesky tears that run down her soft cheeks not wanting her husband to see it because she knows how sakusa doesn’t like it when she plays the victim.

sakusa washed his hands on the sink, gritting his teeth in irritation. shutting the running water off and quickly wiping his hands on a clean towel he puts on the sink, he stared at his reflection. dark eyes trailed down his features.

it wasn’t his fault. it was his wife’s. he is a capable man. he can do anything. he is not at fault here. how can he be? he’s perfect. he’s handsome. he’s rich. athletic. at his prime and can do anything his mind tells him to.

“w-we can try other things...” sakusa heard his wife’s timid voice call out. his wife, such a delicate woman. a pathetic one too at that.

the man rolled his eyes and moved to enter their shared room again. “what other things, misa?”

the woman tried to smile, but her lips were too wobbly and shaky. “we can always a-adopt, right?”

sakusa scowled at the suggestion. adopt? raise another man’s child? what kind of bullshit was that. that was the stupidest thing his wife ever came up with and that’s saying something.

“i-i know what you’re t-thinking.. but uhm.. we can always just look around and see if you like them?” misa trailed off, her voice scared and small when sakusa only continued to stare down at her.

“fine.”

this is stupid and a waste of time. why is he even here? in this place filled with vermin and shitty things? oh that’s right. because of his wife, who’s stupid enough to suggest they go to an orphanage.

dark eyes glared at the children playing on the courtyard. hate and shame filled sakusa’s being. why can’t he just have children of his own. tsk, of course the woman he chose to be with has to be utterly useless. sakusa scoffed at his thoughts and followed his wife. she was quite excited if he guessed correctly. her soft eyes observed the dirty children around them.

“hello, welcome! welcome! come in” an old woman greeted them by the door, her smile wide and happy. the couple entered the large building much to sakusa’s dismay.

“thank you so much for having us” sakusa heard misa said softly in front of him as he looked around the place and grunted in disgust when he saw the dusty windows. it was a good thing that he always wears a mask, other people are too inadequate to be trusted and they can’t even clean the damn place right.

the headmistress smiled at the lovely woman in front of her then turned her gaze to the tall stoic man behind her. the two were in their separate world while the man ignored them.

the older woman chuckled wearily making misa copy her in nervousness. the woman then toured them around the building, introducing little kids that might capture their attention but sakusa couldn’t care less. they won’t be adopting. he won’t take a little vermin into his house only for them to disturb his safe place.

sakusa grunted in boredom, making his wife’s attention snap to him. wide nervous and questioning eyes stared up at him.

“i’m going to stay in the car.” he grumbled and walked away, leaving misa with the headmistress, not even waiting for her response.

he left the building, the noise inside now was a muffled sound making him sigh in relief and irritation. sakusa climbed down the stairs of the porch, rolling his shoulders and groaned when his joints cracked satisfyingly. when he reached the bottom, he looked around and realized that it wasn’t where he parked his car.

“for fuck’s sake.” cursing under his breath, he was about to go back inside when he noticed something or someone at the corner of his eye.

he stood there in awe, looking at the most beautiful creature he has ever saw. you sat on the bench in the garden while flowers and trees accompanied you. you looked so picturesque and ethereal with your long (h/c) hair down in a braid on your shoulder and your white prim and immaculate dress.

sakusa continued to look at you, loving the contrasting moment with you and the building where he hears the muffled noises inside. with you, it was quiet, peaceful.

the man snapped out of it, scolding himself for ogling at a young girl. that was a new low and sakusa kiyoomi does not do low. he wasn’t the type of guy who’s creepy and fucking disgusting. he was above that.

sakusa scowled and moved to enter the building again but then the door opened and in came into view was his wife and the headmistress. his wife stared at him in shock but quickly replaced it with a soft smile.

“yoomi... good timing, the headmistress was just going to introduce me to someone” his wife said, sliding down a hand to grasped his making him cringe in disgust but his wife was already used to that.

the headmistress cleared her throat, seeing the awkward interaction, and smiled at the couple then to the garden where you were sitting at as you read.

“(y/n) dear? where are you? i would like you to meet someone” the older woman called out and sakusa saw you perk up from your seat and smile at the headmistress.

when you smiled, it felt like you just knocked the air out of his lungs and all he could think of is how to make you smile again, this time directed at him.

you walked ever so gracefully and stopped when you were just merely a couple of feet away from him. from this distance, sakusa could smell the fresh scent of flowers that followed you.

“dear, this is mr. and mrs. sakusa, they’re here to look for a child” the headmistress cooed at you while you smiled at her then turned to the couple, greeting them like the good girl you are.

“hello, mr. and mrs. sakusa. i hope you’ve been successful in your search” your voice was a melodic chime, a sweet and alluring call like a siren, pulling him closer and closer.

your big doe eyes then locked with dark ones. sakusa didn’t realize how beautiful the color (e/c) was until he saw it in your eyes. he just found his new favorite color.

“the headmistress told me so much about you, (y/n). and i do hope it is successful as well” his wife giggled softly, looking at you.

the older woman smiled at the couple and then turned to you, “go on, dear. go to your room”

you raised a brow at that when you heard the line the headmistress uses when the children are about to get adopted. confused but also happy, you nodded and bid the couple goodbye.

when you were out of sight, the headmistress then asked, “what do you think of (y/n)? she’s very smart. she’s a well-mannered girl and she helps the church”

sakusa furrowed his brows in confusion then looked to his smiling wife who was quick to explain, “i suggested to the headmistress that it would be nicer to have an older child”

“an older child...”

the headmistress then cut in, seeing the tension that was rising between the couple, “an older child might be better, sir. mrs. sakusa told me that you and her have a very busy schedule”

his wife nodded and smiled at the headmistress, “she’s perfect...” the older woman nodded as well, smiling brightly and bid them a small farewell to relay the news to you.

“what the hell are you thinking, misa? have you gone crazy” sakusa glowered at his wife making her flinch.

“i-... i want her yoomi! she’s perfect, isn’t she? and with o-our busy schedule, she can fit right in” misa argued, she really needed the company.

sakusa always leaves her alone and when he does get home, all he does is belittle her. reminding her of her shortcomings as a wife, as a person... she needed someone... someone who can be her safe haven.

you sat inside the car, looking out of the window, happy that you were finally adopted. in the midst of your happy thoughts, you didn’t notice the constant shifting gaze to you by your new dad on the rear view mirror.

misa turned to you from the passenger seat with a smile, “i’m so happy that you’re here, (y/n).”

you smiled back at your new mom and nodded, “i’m very happy as well”

the beautiful woman grinned at you and nodded back then sat normally again, humming a cheery tune under her breath. sakusa shifted his eyes again on the mirror to look at you. suppressing the shiver that ran down his spine when you caught him staring as you smiled at him, he ignored you and looked back to the road again.

you let your smile fall when you saw the cold reaction the man gave you but quickly shrugged it off and looked back again to the window to watch the buildings go by.

when you finally arrived at your new home, you gaped at the huge house. clearly, your new parents are rich. filthy rich at that. misa giggled at your expression making you snap out of your thoughts as you looked away in embarrassment at being caught while sakusa scoffed and exited the car, leaving you and misa alone.

misa frowned at her husband but quickly smiled back at you, reassuringly, “don’t worry, (y/n)... your new daddy... he’s just a bit reserved and quiet...”

you knew for sure that the man hated you or something. well, maybe hate is a strong word but you’re sure that he doesn’t like you. you nodded at misa with a small smile.

“let’s go, sweetie?” misa exited the car as well making you follow her. you gaped at the sheer size of the house as some people went out of the house, greeting your new dad that ignored them and went to the car to get your things.

you were about to help them but your mom quickly held your hand. misa smiled at you and led you inside, “it’s okay, sweetie. let’s just get you settled in, okay?”

still a little awkward, you nodded and followed misa. your new home was stunning. it was spectacular! you knew you were lucky enough to get adopted at your age but adopted by a family that’s rich? it was amazing!

misa led you to your room as you looked at the large room in awe, admiring it. the beautiful woman giggled at you. you were like a breath of fresh air to her. it was always so silent, filled with tense atmosphere in the house but with you and your innocent energy, it was like she was in a different world now.

“i guess you like it, sweetie?”

you turned back to her and nodded with a huge smile, “it’s beautiful, miss. thank you”

misa pouted at your words making you think you have said something offensive, “miss? you can call me mom! i’m your mommy now after all!” her tone was youthful and happy.

you nodded, “thank you, mommy”

misa glowed at your words, eyes getting teary. you tried to go closer to her, worried but the beautiful woman only smiled at you and held the door, “i’ll let you settle in, sweetie. call me if you need something, okay? kiyoomi’s and my room is just around the corner” and then she shut the door.

you smiled at the door, remembering your new mom. she must’ve been lonely. her eyes showed so much emotions.

the couple was very busy, now you know why they didn’t adopt a younger child. also your mom was an absolute sweetheart. she was busy with her job but she always tried to make time for you. you two always bonded when she gets home. even though you can see that she was very tired, she always talked to you before going to bed.

your mom was lonely. your daddy wasn’t home at all. you barely even see him and when you do see him, he never really acknowledges you. like that one time you greeted him on the way to the kitchen.

you were going down the stairs and saw your daddy going up, to clean up you guessed. you smiled at him when he noticed you and chirped happily at him, “good morning, daddy!”

the only response you got was a sharp inhale and then he was out of sight. you frowned at his cold response but you didn’t mind. your mommy said that it was quite normal and it takes time for your daddy to warm up to someone.

but it has already been years since then and the only real conversation you had with him was when you asked if he could drive you to school because your usual driver was sick.

you tried everything to make him like you. it was weird. you didn’t know why you want to be closer to him. you want him to look at you. his dark eyes locked with yours. you want to feel him. and it was making you feel sick with how desperate you are for the older man. it wasn’t right but you just couldn’t help it. the way he looked at you made you felt needed.

for the past years, sakusa was being tortured by his own mind. the sound of your voice follows him wherever he goes. your scent stuck on his skin when you hug him goodbye. your presence was like a ghost, haunting him. taunting him.

he’s really trying to keep these feelings at bay but as years go by, you are starting to grow into a fine young woman. more curves appearing in your body, an alluring slope as your hips grew that sakusa desperately wanted to grip. thick thighs that was usually covered by thigh highs. lips so plump and red.

everything about you was so perfect that it made sakusa want you more than ever. he wants you to want him too. he wants you to depend on him. call him with that soft teasing voice as you cry out the fucking name that makes him tick every time, “daddy~”

sakusa groaned at his thoughts and held his head in his hands as he sat on the bed. you two were alone in this huge ass house. misa was out for a week because of her job and the thought of being alone with you makes him jumpy and his emotions in a messy whirlpool of madness.

thoughts of how he can just fuck you right now makes his cock twitch in his sweats.

he sighed in irritation, trying to think of something else because if he keeps this up he’ll only make himself horny and bothered and that doesn’t sound very enjoyable.

a knock caught his attention. he looked at the door with a frown and answered, “who is it?”

“it’s me, daddy”

for fuck’s sake. why can’t you just leave him alone? if you keep this up, sakusa won’t be able to keep his emotions at bay and might do something that’s frowned upon by society.

“what is it”

the door opened and you stood by the door, your glossed red lips curled into a shy smile. sakusa’s dark eyes trailed down to your body, you’re just so beautiful he can’t help himself. a thin singlet and short shorts hugged your gorgeous figure.

you are a goddess incarnate in his eyes. so immaculate. you were calling out to him like the snake in the garden of eden, tempting him to just bite the forbidden fruit already.

“-dy? daddy? are you okay?” sakusa’s eyes snapped back to your face. you looked worried. he sighed tiredly and nodded.

“do you need something?”

you bit your lips in nervousness, his eyes watching the action. you hugged your figure, not knowing how to say what you had in mind.

“u-uhm... i just thought that maybe we can eat together...--” you trailed off, looking at him, anticipating his reaction.

the man made you nervous that was a fact but you would be lying if you said he wasn’t attractive. and that small little fact made you guilty and confused about why you felt like that for him. he was your dad for fuck’s sakes! yes, not really biologically but still your ‘dad’

you were ashamed that you thought of him that way. you can’t even consider him as your father. and every time you call him “daddy” it makes you shy. staring at him, you bite your lip as you wait for his response.

sakusa grunted and nodded, standing up as he walked towards you. the unwavering gaze he had upon you made a shiver run down your spine. you looked up at him through your lashes, fluttering those pretty eyes up at him.

that was the final straw! sakusa can’t keep this up! he has to have you and what better time to have you than now. you two were alone and you look so fuckable as always.

he gluped when he stopped right in front of you, so close. you two were just a breath away. your eyes drifted to his lips for a moment but quickly returned to his eyes, feeling the shame rise inside you when you realized what you did.

the older man wanted to coo at you when he saw the embarrassment that crossed your face. he wanted to tell you that it was okay. you can need him. you can want him all you want. hell, he preferred it. now that he saw the small action, he can’t help himself now. he can’t pass this opportunity.

“what’s wrong, sweetie?” he whispered, you shivered when you felt his minty and warm breath hit your lips. you stuttered at the nickname and guilt rise in you as you heard the same name your mommy calls you.

“n-nothing, daddy...”

“you can tell me, (y/n). it’ll be just between us, don’t worry. i won’t tell a soul” the low seductive voice of your daddy made you clenched at nothing as heat spread across your cheeks.

“i-.. i uhm..” you continued to stutter. sakusa hummed in amusement at your obvious awkwardness, a small smirk growing in his pink lips.

“do you want daddy?” he whispered, leaning closer to you as your noses touched and your lips barely grazed each other but it was enough to get you excited. sakusa could feel your breath hitching as he does so.

your eyes turned half-lidded and you pouted in embarrassment, lips curled in such an alluring way.

“c-can i have daddy?”

sakusa’s heart started beating rapidly inside his ribcage, this was so new for him. he never felt like this before, not even with his wife. you have such an effect on him, it was scary.

“you can have daddy anytime, sweetheart” he grunted, tongue swiping against his bottom lip to wet it as he watched you lean closer, slowly standing on your tippy toes.

sakusa groaned at your slow movements and quickly leaned closer, kissing you with ferocity. his large hands gripped your hips, maneuvering you inside the bedroom as he slammed you against the wooden door. you gasped at the pain but it quickly faded into pleasure.

he groaned into your lips, taking advantage of your open mouth to slither in his tongue into your mouth. you moaned when he started licking and playing with your wet muscle. you unconsciously grinded against him, searching for friction. sakusa moaned into the messy kiss when your clothed heat grazed against his hard cock.

his hands drifted down to your thighs, squeezing and kneading it. the heat of his palms was so distinct. he then gripped your thighs, carrying you up. you squealed at the sudden movement and quickly wrapped your arms and legs around him. in that new position, your clothed pussy was directly against his member.

you gasped at the feeling of sakusa’s dick twitching against you. the male groaned and started kissing down your neck, your arms tightening around his neck. the overwhelming feeling of his lips trailing hot wet kisses against your sensitive neck and his constant grinding of his cock against you was too much.

your moans spilling out your pretty red lips as you tried to match your daddy’s grinding. sakusa’s breath heavy against you, it was all too much for him. you were finally in his arms, moaning like the pretty slut that you are. sakusa could feel your wetness sipping through the thin cloth of your shorts.

he removed you from the door and carried you to the bed as his body covered yours. leaning against one of his arm while one hand groped your chest, his large hand slowly slithered down and in your singlet and caressed your stomach, savoring every skin until he reached your bra.

he continued to litter your pretty and sensitive neck with his marks, humming in satisfaction when he sees your neck covered with bite marks. you whined when his hips stopped moving against you for a moment. sakusa leaned back a bit to look at you. his breath hitched when he saw you. you were such a sight to see.

your eyes heavy and dark with lust, chest heaving with every pant. your singlet was raised up to expose your smooth stomach. your lips were red and a little swollen as your red gloss was smeared across your chin and lips.

“you’re such a sight, sweetheart,” sakusa praised, making you whine as your hips bucked

“my pretty baby” he muttered then he captured your lips again, biting your bottom lip and quickly soothed it with his tongue.

“d-daddy, i need you...” you whimpered through the kiss, your words muffled with sakusa’s lips against yours.

“don’t worry your pretty little head... daddy will take care of you”

his hand then trailed down, leaving your boobs. he tipped down to your shorts and in your panties, grazing your mound as you gasped against his lips.

“so wet... is that all for daddy?”

you cried out at the unfamiliar feeling when sakusa massaged your clit. the older man’s hissed at the wetness, his self-control slowly threatening to snap.

“have you touched yourself before, princess?”

your eyes widened at his question but shook your head no, embarrassed by it. your hands gripped sakusa’s shoulder when he started massaging your clit faster, gasping at the pleasure coursing through you.

“you’re so cute, (y/n)” he muttered, watching your virgin body already shaking at such light actions.

sakusa’s hand left your shorts making you whine at the loss of pleasure but was quickly followed by a welp when the man removed your shorts, your body getting tugged along at his aggressive action.

you lowered your gaze and clenched your thighs together, trying to hide from your daddy’s intense gaze. sakusa clicked his tongue and gripped your thigh, “let daddy see you, pretty girl”

you slowly let your legs open, your embarrassment worsening when you felt the air nipping at your skin. sakusa admired your wet pussy out in display just for him. his fingers touched your wetness ever so slightly but even that makes you gasp.

“so beautiful...” you heard your daddy whisper making your heart full that he finds you attractive. sakusa wet his fingers with your arousal, caressing the clenching hole but never really prodding inside.

you watched sakusa between your legs, biting your lips when you saw the prominent tent on his grey sweats. you let your head hit back against the pillows, trying to control your breathing as your nervousness slowly got to you.

“that’s good, baby. relax for daddy. my pretty girl is so smart”

sakusa groaned when he finally sunk one finger inside you as he watched you whimper while your hips buckled against him. “so wet and tight...”

he watched you get lost at the feeling of his finger pumping in and out of you. his gaze then went back to your cunt and his finger, seeing the thin string on his finger that connected him and your pussy. sakusa groaned and leaned down, capturing your neglected clit in his mouth.

you cried at that, looking down at sakusa. your eyes locked as he fingered you and his tongue flicking against your clit. you moaned, your eyes rolling back into your skull as you threw your head back when he hit the spongy spot inside of you. he hummed in satisfaction making you shiver at the vibration as he added another finger.

the older male watched your body writhe because of his ministration, finding it so alluring and seductive when you arched your back so prettily when he kept hitting your g-spot. he sucked on your clit, his tongue massaging it. the rising of pleasure was too much for you and the feeling of something threatening to snap in your stomach made you teary. you cried, hips moving frantically chasing the pleasure given to you. the clenching of your pussy against sakusa’s fingers was the sign that you were close. so deliciously close. his movements quickened at that, wanting you to cum for him. the sound of your wetness was embarrassingly loud and sakusa’s constant smacking as he ate you out messily was getting you closer than you want to admit.

the unfamiliar feeling of the intense pleasure made you close your eyes, loud moans escaping you. the constant flicking of his tongue finally pushing you to the edge as you cum. loud whimpers and whines escaped you as sakusa rode your orgasm for you, moaning against you when he felt your cum sticking to his fingers, trailing down to your ass.

he released your sensitive clit, swiping a last lick on to it, and his fingers moved away from you, the wetness made his fingers glossy. you panted on the bed, the sensitivity of coming for the first time still in your system. sakusa smiled down at you and kissed you. you whined when his hard cock nudged your sensitive pussy.

“will you let daddy fuck you, princess?”

you moaned softly at his dirty words and nodded tiredly, opening your legs like the good girl you are. sakusa’s eyes turned dark and removed his hard cock out of his sweats. you gaped at the size and closed your eyes with a hiss when he grinded against your still sensitive cunt. you looked up at him with a pout and grasped his tight t-shirt.

“w-wanna see daddy too” you muttered with a pout, tugging at his clothes. sakusa smirked and nodded, removing every piece of cloth in his body until he was nude. your eyes trailed up and down his body, trying to memorize every feature. hands going to his body, caressing his skin.

“you’re p-pretty too, daddy” you whispered shyly, smiling at him. sakusa didn’t reply but only moved closer to you, letting his nose graze your cheek, nuzzling into you. you giggled softly at his affection. you guessed that this was his way of showing his love.

“ready for me, baby?” he asked as you nod, grasping unto his shoulders. sakusa lined his hard cock against your wet cunt, slowly nudging forward. he hissed at the feeling of your tight and wet pussy clenching around him.

you felt divine. so good. so wet and warm. and you’re all his.

you gasped at the feeling, it was so much larger than his fingers but the stretch was addicting enough. you moaned when your daddy kept going in. you panted, tongue lolling out when he finally bottomed out. you felt so full.

sakusa grabbed your hips, moaning beside your ear. he waited for you to adjust to the feeling of his cock and when you grinded back, he knew you were ready.

he started slowly, savoring the feeling of your walls dragging against his thick cock, your wetness sticking on him. sakusa then groaned when the pleasure started getting intense, chasing the high of it.

your nails made crescent marks on his skin, moaning loudly at the feeling of the constant pumping of his large cock inside of you. the tip of his cock nudging your cervix, so deep inside of you.

you choked on a moan when he hit your g-spot again, the sensitivity was making you tear up whilst sakusa leaned back, watching your body tremble at his mercy. he watched your pussy suck him back in every time, your cum decorating his cock with strings.

he fucks you with intent, loving the way your boobs bounce to the way he fucks you hard. your pretty mouth open, letting strings of loud moans out, whilst a thin line of drool escaped to your chin. eyes almost getting crossed eye with how good he’s fucking you.

“you like that, baby? you like the way daddy fucks you dumb?” you could only cry out, incoherent mutters and cries was the only thing sakusa heard from you.

the man groaned when he felt his release coming way sooner than he expected. the way you were clenching around him was almost enough to send him over but he doesn’t wanna cum before you cum again.

sneaking his hand on your pussy, he started rubbing your clit with rough circles. you sobbed at the intensity. your legs shaking around sakusa’s hips as he grinded against you harder.

“fuck, you’re g-gonna make me cum...” he cursed, his rhythm getting sloppier as he chased his high.

your moans gotten louder at that as sakusa smirked when he felt your pussy clenching around his cock, “you like that? you want daddy’s cum inside you?

fucked out from your daddy’s thrusts, you could only arch so beautifully for him. your position making it easier for sakusa to hit deeper inside you.

“cum for me, princess. cum for daddy” sakusa groaned, hand frantically rubbing your clit pushing you to another orgasm. you sobbed when you felt your second orgasm rushing into your system, eyes rolling back to your head while your pussy milked sakusa’s cock, making him paint your insides with thick ropes of white. your body jerking violently against his at the feeling of the intense climax.

the man growled and it trailed into harsh moans, his hips rolling against you as he rode yours and his climax.

the room was filled with harsh and loud pants as you two climbed down from your highs. you gulped, throat dry and sore from all the screaming you did. your thighs trembled around sakusa’s hips. he slowly let your legs down and lay down beside you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him. his strong chest against your slender back.

you moaned when you felt the soreness kicking in but cuddled back to him, touching and caressing his arm that was thrown over you. you hummed, satisfied, when you felt his cum dribbled out of you. it was his love inside of you.

sakusa’s heart was full. you were finally his. finally in his arms and he’ll be a fool to let you go. he’ll get rid of the older hag after this, he has no need for her anymore now that you were beside him..

he won’t share you with anyone. you are his. only his. and anyone who gets between you two will suffer the consequences. sakusa guarantees it. his dark eyes trailed down to your body, admiring your bruised skin.

“are you okay, sweetheart?” you heard him asked quietly behind you. you smiled and nodded, leaning your head back.

“i am...”

sakusa hummed, sleepiness coming over him. his hand touching your stomach where his cock was bulging out earlier.

“w-will daddy be here with me when i wake up?”

“i’ll always be with you, princess. i love you... now sleep”

you bit down a huge grin on your lips, listening to sakusa’s breaths that started to get even signaling that he has fallen asleep. your daddy loves you. no one ever said that. no one ever treated you like him. it was a nice change from all the times you were alone in the orphanage.

the moment felt warm and gentle like it was a moment shared by a couple who loves each other deeply. you hummed a soft sleepy tune, your hand caressing his arm to his hand.

your warm and soft moment came crashing down when your hand touched a cold metal on his finger. your (e/c) eyes trailed down and stared down at the ring that was glistening as the light hit it, heart thumping in shame and guilt when reality hit you like a wave.

that’s right. he’s married and he’s your “daddy”.

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thran-duils · 3 years

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From All Sides (P.5)

Title: From All Sides (Part Five) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Pirate Tony. Tony is obsessed with a certain barmaid at port and showers her with gifts to try to bring her to his bed. She is resistant to his advances, her eyes elsewhere, specifically on her coworker, the cook. Although, that love is unrequited and always will be. The reader is forced into close quarters with Tony unexpectedly and sailing the sea, she slowly bends to his will. And he plans to give her all the affection he can to make sure she stays. Words: 2,761 Warnings (for the whole fic): Eventual smut, violence, angst, possessive behavior

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Tony stormed up the ramp to the ship. Steve, Bucky, and Sam were sitting out and spotted him.

“You look terrible,” Sam commented, jokingly.

“Shut your fucking mouth!” Tony snarled, walking past them towards the way towards the helm.

Sam, Bucky, and Steve exchanged a look and noticed Tony stumble.

Taking the dive, Steve called out, “What the hell is wrong with you? And where do you think you’re going?”

Tony came back, a finger in Steve’s face, almost poking him. Steve jerked back, and his eyes went to Tony’s feet where he had stumbled again.

“You’re first mate. Don’t question the captain!”

“I’m just asking what is wrong?”

“Set sail.”

All three of the men stared at him in disbelief. Bucky got out with a weak laugh, “Tony, everyone’s nose deep in a pint! And you’re probably down about most of that bottle just by yourself?”

Tony exploded, “I don’t care! Just set sail!”

“Where is Y/N?” Sam asked him.

“Who cares?” Tony sneered as he walked off, throwing his arm out before bringing the bottle back to his lips.

Steve, Sam, Bucky exchanged another worried look as Tony went towards the stairs. All of them knew that if he was not giving a shit about where Y/N was, that was a huge red flag. And something must have happened between the two of them.

“Are we on clean up duty?” Bucky asked reluctantly.

Steve narrowed his eyes and Bucky and Sam sighed heavily, standing up from the table. “Find her,” Steve demanded.

“I was just trying to enjoy my night…” Sam muttered as him and Bucky took off towards the ramp to go search for Y/N.

Steve caught up to Tony who was approaching the wheel. Steve cut in quickly and Tony looked murderous. “What did I just—”

“Tony, you’re drunk. And obviously something happened. Don’t be rash. No one is going to set sail when you are like this. And frankly, most of the crew is not even on the ship!”

Tony let out an aggravated noise, taking another swig from his bottle.

“You wanna give me that?” Steve asked and Tony glared at him. Steve held up his hands and said, “Fine, keep it. But what happened?”

“She loves Eloise. She never loved me!” Tony blurted furiously.

Steve looked taken aback for a moment before he asked, “Did she say that explicitly?”

“She said she loves Eloise, yes.”

“And she said she doesn’t love you?”

“Basically.”

“‘Basically’. What does that mean?”

Tony threw his arm out, laughing maniacally. “She doesn’t believe me when I say I will settle with her. She said we are only meant to be physical because of me! That I could never truly marry her because I’m married to the sea! What a bunch of bullshit! She would have rather pretended to have a life with Eloise than settle with me. She knew it was never going to work with Eloise because Eloise didn’t love her back! That’s what she said. Because of… all that utter shit she said about me and marriage.”

Steve was silent for a pause before asking seriously, “You really believe she has no feelings for you whatsoever?”

“What am I supposed to think?” Tony snapped. “She brushed off my advances for over a year! And then when she’s forced to, she finally gives in!”

“I think people can love more than one person at a time.”

Tony scoffed.

Steve pressed on. “And she may have felt helpless. Eloise was there before you were. She was in love before you got there Tony.”

“What are you?” Tony sneered. “A woman now with your grasp on emotions?”

“No. I’m being a voice of reason through your drunk stupor!” Steve snapped harshly, catching Tony’s attention. Steve noticed he had too, and he nodded. “You are wallowing. I’m sure it hurts to hear it from her she had feelings for another when you’re so fucking hung up on her you can’t even function right now feeling like you’ll never have her. But you should take a moment to think about what I said. From my prospective, yes, it was unfair of her to string you along. But having one foot in and one foot out is a thing someone does when they’re protecting themselves. The love she claims she had for Eloise – before you came along – was shattered. And then here you come, offering. She couldn’t let go, Tony. Not fully. She always had one foot in and one foot out, with both you and with Eloise. She was straddling the line. You gave her the push she needed and even if it was because you were forced to because of Teague, you still did it. And you still got her in your bed, and she gave in. Finally.”

Tony blinked as Steve’s words sank in. “She still has feelings. It’s not severed. And I will not bring her back to her home port! I told her that!”

“It doesn’t matter if it’s not severed. You cannot blame her for having feelings. I’ll always have feelings for Peggy. And that’s even when I find someone else. What matters is if she stays true.”

“I cannot expect her to if Eloise is still alive. Peggy isn’t alive.” Tony did not apologize for saying this and Steve wanted to sock him off the bench, but he did not, keeping his anger in check knowing it was not productive. “It would be easier for a woman to forgive you for feelings when she knew there was no chance of fleeting romance.”

Steve chewed his lip before saying, “Then keep her, Tony. You told her you would not take her back to her port? Then don’t. Don’t give it an opportunity. If that’s what it’ll take for you to be comfortable. Keep her. Just for you. The ship is open to her. So is this port. Both can be under your watch. Right under your thumb.”

“I told her I would leave her here. Considering she doesn’t seem to care about who is between her legs! And I would pay her next time if that’s the route she’s going,” Tony scowled.

Steve sighed heavily, “Probably not the best choice of words…”

“She deserved it!”

“You’re going to regret that, Tony,” Steve said. “Listen to what I said. Keep her on the ship. You were already ready to take it up with the crew if they thought having a woman aboard was bad. Just… don’t let her off. And we won’t go back to her port. Then she’s yours. Just like you want.”

“You don’t think I was already thinking of that? I was going to lock her in my quarters if that is what it was going to take. I worked too damn hard and want her too damn much to let her pine away to some fucking fantasy,” Tony returned sourly. “She will realize how good I can be to her if she would just do as I ask. I guarantee she will. She’s not leaving me. I will make sure of that. I’ve got her right where I want her and I plan on keeping it that way. She owes me.” He took another long swig.

<><><>

You could not believe Tony had just left you on the beach. You had made sure to put the fire out before walking back up the path by yourself. You just wanted to sleep.

But the sounds from inside drug you back towards it. Maybe you should just try to have fun despite him.

Inside, you saw the barmaid that you had gotten along with well enough and asked her for a couple shots of rum. You sat at the bar by yourself and thanked her and she knew to put it on Tony’s tab without asking. You frankly did not care he was going to have to pay for them right now. One went down quickly, and you exhaled sharply, feeling the burn.

A man leaned on the bar next to you, far too close for comfort.

“Stark done with you?”

You eyed the man up and down, taking in his disheveled look, his tattoos. He was bulky and had an aura of cruelty. You did not like it in the slightest. You should not have wandered away from the cabins. You should have just sucked it up and gone back to Tony’s, even if it meant him yelling at you or finding him with another woman.

“No.”

You said it with more confidence than you felt. Deep down, you worried that Tony was truly done. He had been so upset by your admission. And you had said some unkind words that you did not truly mean.

The man inched closer, and you kept your stance, although you tensed. He commented, “Sure looks like it if he’s letting you wander around without him. Seems to me you are free game now.”

“I’m not game for anyone,” you replied, and his eyes crinkled ever so slightly.

“What’s your name anyway?” he asked, eyeing you up and down.

With difficulty, you answered, “Y/N. And you, sir?”

He smirked at the term and winked, “Ivan.”

His arm came around your waist pulling you to him. You tried to pull away, but he was strong.

“Let me go!” you said through gritted teeth.

“Unescorted women here are available. Do you have someone to speak for you?”

“Yes!” you slammed his chest and that only made him smirk. “Myself! Let me go! That’s the last time I’m going to ask nicely!”

Ivan leaned in and smiled devilishly. “Nicely? What is you being unkind? I’m sure I would love to see it.”

You huffed, your mind racing about how to get out of this. You were far too imbibed to think completely on your feet.

“You have such alluring eyes… I’m sure that is what drew Stark in to begin with.”

Ivan yanked you closer and you were held fast against him. His lips brushed yours and you breathed unsteadily.

<><><>

Bucky turned the corner through a doorway into the main building, the smoke and boisterous noise hitting him full force now. He looked around, searching the room. By the bar, he saw Y/N pressed against the stool behind her, Vanko holding her tight.

“Fuck,” he swore seeing Vanko lean in, his lips brushing hers. Y/N did not pull away.

He let out an aggravated noise before turning on his heel and walking off. Tony had let her go off. That she was picked up by another captain on the island was not uncommon and he was not about to start a fight when it seemed Y/N was all too ready to engage.

<><><>

He pressed in deeper, and you gave him a quick kiss back before pushing off his chest. “There. You got your kiss. Now leave me be.” Sometimes that was enough to satiate drunken men.

Apparently not him though. Ivan chortled, “Just a kiss? That’s all you’re willing to give? Was that all you gave to Stark?”

“That is none of your business,” you said stiffly.

“Y/N?” a voice said from down the bar.

You almost let out a cry of relief at the sound of his voice. You turned your head, seeing Peter standing there. He saw your distress clearly and strode the rest of the way up, coming up to both of your sides.

Ivan’s tight hold on you loosened and he asked, “Boy, what do you want?”

“I want my captain’s… girlfriend,” Peter said, faltering on what to refer to you as for just a moment.

“You ‘want’ her?”

Peter’s expression hardened and he said, “She’s coming to my chambers now that the captain is unable to care for her. He imbibed a lot. I will take over for him.” His arm jutted out, his hand open towards you. “Y/N. Come with me. Now. You shouldn’t be out. He told you that, but you have a problem with listening and following his directions, as per usual. You’re giving off the wrong impression.”

Gods above, he was a saint with his act.

Ivan looked unconvinced and Peter pressed on, “Captain Stark will be very upset if he finds out she’s been mistreated. And taken by another man that’s not him.”

There were a few moments of tense silence, the two of them staring each other down. Peter, a young man and Ivan, this imposing captain. Ivan finally smiled through, his hands leaving your sides. He held them up and said, “Wouldn’t want to be causing any problems by taking another man’s property, now would I? This is neutral ground. If she’s his, then she’s his. But he’s right, girl.” He shot you a look now. “You’re giving off the wrong impression wandering around on your own and taking shots by yourself at the bar.”

You exhaled sharply through your nose before grabbing your other shot and downing it. He smirked at your defiance, and you turned on your heel, letting Peter grab your arm and lead you away from him.

When you were out of the bar area, Peter leaned in and hissed, “What happened?”

<><><>

“You left her on the beach though?” Steve asked, eyeing Tony.

Tony sighed heavily and shrugged. “Fuck. Yes. I did.”

“By herself.”

The reality of that seemed to weigh down on Tony now. Tony began to stand up, but Steve held out his hand, catching his attention. “Bucky and Sam went looking for her. They’ll find her.” Tony looked around as if he was just now realizing they were not there, and Steve suspected that was the truth of it; he had not noticed.

“I’ve got to find her,” Tony insisted. “Even if I am furious with her.”

Steve shook his head, “They’ll—"

Bucky was coming back aboard quickly, catching Steve’s attention. He spotted Tony and Steve at the helm and took the stairs by two.

“You’re back soon,” Steve commented sounding surprised. “You find her or…?”

“Uh… yeah,” Bucky said sounding extremely reluctant.

“Then where is she?” Tony asked impatiently.

Bucky shot Steve a look and Tony did not like that Bucky was deferring to Steve. He stood up, meeting Bucky to stand in front of him, locking eyes.

“Barnes. Where?”

“The game room, by the bar. Um…Vanko was… kissing her.”

A dark cloud passed over Tony’s face and Steve sighed heavily, his hand coming up to his face, rubbing at his mouth.

“I didn’t interrupt. You said you had left her and with the code, she’s free game. Especially since Vanko is another captain—”

He was cut off as Tony burst, “You should have interrupted!”

Bucky threw his hands out and exasperated, “Captain, come on! What was I supposed to do! I’m second mate! And not even on his ship!”

Tony slammed the rum down and went towards the stairs. Bucky looked at Steve for assistance and Steve was already standing up, following Tony.

<><><>

Tony stormed into the cabin he knew Ivan was staying in and kicked the door in violently.

He came to the bed, grabbing Ivan’s shoulders and yanking him off. To his surprise, Ivan came off easily, tumbling to the floor. He shouted furious that he had been interrupted.

“You keep your hands off of her!” Tony shouted at him.

Ivan’s eyes focused on Tony as he scrambled up and he looked confused for a split second. Which was not missed by Tony. Both of them were drunk and the reaction time was about the same.

He turned his head, finding a woman cowering on the bed. It was not Y/N. Her body was on display, holding her hands up afraid. Tony relented, stepping back, realizing, almost tripping over his own feet.

Ivan stood up straight, naked still. He let out a loud laugh. “Oh, Stark… she was not lying. You weren’t done.” He waved Tony off as he walked back towards the bed. “Leave me be to finish off with this beautiful woman. You go find your little harlot. She went off with that boy!”

Tony’s attention was back on him, and he snarled, “What boy?”

He had no shame asking now.

“The dark-haired boy. Said he was collecting her for you because you had drank too much and he was going to keep her safe for you,” Ivan answered.

Tony ground his teeth and shot another look at the woman. “My apologies,” he got out curtly before he turned and stormed out of the room to where Steve was waiting looking and feeling less than amused at his Captain’s behavior.

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lukatheselkie · 4 years

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FrUk Week Day Five - Coffee Shop

@frukweek2020

TECHNICALLY this is a café, but shh. I guess this is a human AU?

Warnings: Cussing, alcohol, clothed erection (no detail)

Arthur grumbles angrily as he shoves a door open, walking into the building. Stupid Alfred! He can’t believe he let him convince him to travel to France with him! And what he can’t believe even more is that Alfred just left him alone. Abandoned him! Ignored that he even existed and went off with some friends he made a few days ago! Arthur slams himself down into a seat, glaring at anyone that dares look at him. These next three months can’t pass by fast enough. He places his head in his hands and groans. Three and a half months away from home. What on Earth had he been thinking? No, he knows exactly what he was thinking. Alfred was giving him puppy eyes, so he was thinking saying yes was the fastest way to get rid of those. He should have listened to the question.

“Pardon the time it took to bring you this, sir.” Arthur’s head snaps up, and his cheeks flush pink. It’s been so long since he saw someone attractive, he nearly forgot he was bisexual. But apparently his body didn’t! He slides a hand into his lap discreetly. Thankfully, the man doesn’t seem to notice. He places an English menu in front of him with a polite smile, and continues on to the next table. Is he really that obviously a tourist? Arthur glances at the menu, frowning deeply when he sees it’s different from what he’s to. Well, he can still order tea without much trouble. He tries to ignore the extra items on the menu, but they make him curious. Alcohol? Meals? He’s used to just coffee, tea, snacks, and small desserts!

He might need some alcohol, after his morning with Alfred. He’s a handful. And a stressful one, at that. He looks up when the waiter returns, taking a deep, steadying breath. No one should be allowed to be that attractive. It’s not fair. He greets him with a smile, and asks what he would like. You, he thinks at him. I would like to have you. Instead of answering with that, he gives a curt smile and a, “May I have some tea and a glass of champagne?” The waiter raises a brow at him.

“You might want something to eat with that, if you haven’t had anything recently. It might make you sick.” Arthur sends a hearty glare his direction.

“I think I know what I’m doing with my body.” It comes out harsher than he meant it to, but he’s not going to apologize for it. The stranger smiles at him.

“Of course, sir. I will be right back with that.” He bustles off, and Arthur groans quietly. Why does he always have to be super rude when he’s around someone he finds alluring? It’s a devastating flaw of his. He glances around the café, taking in the comfortable atmosphere. At least he’s got that going for him. Not that it means much, if anything. “Here you are! Will that be all?” He places the tea and champagne on the table in front of him with a bright smile. Shit. He shifts slightly, placing his other hand in his lap as well.

“Thank you very much. Yes, that will be all,” he tries saying clearly, but it comes out somewhat strained. The stranger giggles, and places the bill next to his tea. There’s writing besides the drinks on it. You are incredibly cute. Call me, mon cher. -Francis His number is written neatly next to the words. Hell yeah! Score! Maybe it’s a good thing Alfred abandoned him earlier. He never would have gotten the number without being angry enough to storm in for tea. He tugs his phone out of his pocket, and takes a deep breath. He has to get this right. He types the number in carefully, and then goes to write a text. Thank goodness for international coverage.

You are much cuter than I am, Francis. But I thank you for the compliment. I know this is not a call, but I couldn’t resist. I had to contact you immediately after reading your note. My name is Arthur. He sends the message before he can talk himself out of it. He looks up, heart flipping happily when he sees Francis smiling at him. He must have his cellphone in his pocket. Arthur navigates over to Alfred’s number, and sends him a lot of emojis sticking their tongues out at him. Then, Guess who just got a date and potentially a boyfriend because you decided to leave him alone today?

There’s absolutely no way you got a date OR a boyfriend that fast! You’re Arthur! The Brit rolls his eyes, sipping at his tea.

Your confidence in me is overwhelming. Alfred sends him a paragraph of side-eye emojis. Hey! Fine, I’ll prove it to you. When he asks me to go out, I’ll ask him for a picture! With me, so you know I’m not pulling your leg.

I’ll be waiting for the bad photoshop job you do. Arthur scoffs. He’s not that bad at photoshop! But this won’t be fake. He places his phone in sleep mode, then focuses on drinking his tea. It’s better than he was expecting from France. He’ll have to give it another try elsewhere to see if it holds up, or if it’s just because Francis likes him. Either way, he finishes it entirely too fast.

The champagne is an even better idea now, since his interaction with Alfred has given him a slight headache. He sips on it lightly, enjoying the taste. It’s not something he’s very used to, but it is good. His phone vibrates again and he clicks it on, expecting another message from Alfred. It’s actually Francis. Arthur. I like that very much. Well, Arthur, my shift ends in seven minutes. Would you like to go on a walk around the city? I can show you the best places to be. He flushes crimson at the message. It’s a good thing speaking with Alfred killed his minor erection. And hopefully stopped any more from popping up for a few hours.

I would like that very much. Though the person I am visiting with requests a photo of the two of us together. He does not believe in my ability to find a date so fast. He glances up to see Francis walking about, and shrugs lightly. He probably won’t see it until he’s off, but that’s fine. Arthur finishes off his champagne at a leisurely rate, and goes to pay for it. When he’s done with that, he checks the time. One more minute. I will be waiting outside for you. He rushes out the door, wanting to get in a suave position before he has the opportunity to come out. He leans against the wall by the door nonchalantly, watching the people walk by. Someone touches his arm lightly, and he turns his head toward them. Francis. He’s even more beautiful up close. Stunning, even.

“Hello, Arthur,” he whispers, giving him a bright smile. It makes his knees weak. “I wouldn’t mind taking a picture with you to prove that you are indeed capable of getting a date so fast.” Oh! Right! He tugs his phone out of his pocket, and steps closer to him.

“Thank you very much.” Francis laughs quietly. Bloody hell. He’s too damn attractive! Arthur can’t keep his thoughts straight. No, that’s a poor choice of wording. He can’t keep his thoughts organized. He lifts his phone up and taps the selfie camera on, placing his head next to his date’s. He has a date! That’s such an amazing thought. Just as he presses the button to take the picture, Francis wraps his arms around his neck and kisses his cheek, causing his cheeks to turn red from embarrassment.

“There! That should convince him.” He drops his arms, and grabs Arthur’s free hand. “Will you send it now? I want to know how he reacts.” Wordlessly, he sends the photograph to Alfred. It isn’t very long before he messages back.

HOLY SHIT DUDE! You weren’t kidding! And he’s HOT! If you don’t boyfriend him up, I will! Francis laughs, right in his ear. It sends a shudder down his spine. “I’m so sorry for him. He doesn’t know what he’s saying half the time. I’ll tell him that would be going too fast.”

“Is it though? We see each other as beautiful. I’ve kissed your cheek. We’re currently holding hands. That sort of seems like we’re dating, don’t you think?” He parts his lips to reply, but nothing comes out. “Arthur, close your mouth before I kiss you there too. Unless you want me to?”

“More than anything!” It’s out before he can place a filter on it. Francis doesn’t have to be told twice. He tilts Arthur’s head up slightly by his chin, and presses their lips together sweetly. He smirks when he pulls away.

“It’s going to be interesting, having a foreign boyfriend. But well worth it.”

BONUS: Francis is very happy when he opens his photos app. He managed to get a picture of them kissing! He types in Alfred’s number, having memorized it specifically for this. He sends the best picture of them kissing, and leaves it at that. Arthur turns crimson a few moments later, and lets out a quiet whine that Francis finds adorable. “You didn’t!”

“Oh but I did, mon cher. Now he has no choice but to acknowledge that you found a boyfriend.” Arthur whines louder, and buries his face in the crook of his neck. He takes the opportunity to release his hand, and wrap his arm around his waist. “You are too cute.” He kisses his hair lightly, causing him to whine again. He’s very happy Alfred left without Arthur.

#frukweek2020 #day 5 #fruk #aph england #aph france #aph america

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kaycha1989 · 5 years

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The Right Partner

My Hero Academia Fanfic

Characters: Katsuki Bakugou, OC

Rating: Mature

Summary: After graduating UA, Bakugou joined Best Jeanist's agency as a sidekick, but after three years of failed attempts at finding Bakugou a partner, Best Jeanist is desperate. Could a friend of his have the answer to his problem or will Bakugou scare away his newest partner?

Chapter One

“Honestly, I don’t know what to do with him.” Best Jeanist tells his friend Spotlight over the phone, “I’ve tried teaching Bakugou to rein in his anger and about the importance of keeping up appearances but he is impossible.”

Spotlight is a hero in America that is also into fashion. Like his name suggests his quirk allows him to control and direct light. He can focus light into powerful beams or direct it where he needs it for photo shoots.

“He looks like a handful.” Spotlight replies looking at the picture Jeanist just sent him, “With that handsome face and powerful quirk he will definitely have no problem becoming popular.”

“If it wasn’t for his foul mouth and his abrasive personality, plus he runs off everyone I try to partner him with. The sidekicks at my agency refuse to work with him. He has great potential to be the number one hero if I can only teach him how,” Jeanist sighs.

“So… you need a partner for him that can take his shit and hand it back to him.” Spotlight says thoughtfully.

“Yes, but the people I know of that can deal with Bakugou already have accepted positions at other agencies. His friends understand him and are used to his behavior but he needs to learn not to be so explosive with his words.” Jeanist replies.

“You know I have someone who might be just what you’re looking for.” Spotlight said with a chuckle.

“Seriously? At this point I’m willing to try anything,” Jeanist says eagerly.

“It would be more like fighting fire with fire… someone with a strong personality and quirk that can keep up with Bakugou. Honestly, if this works they will be a scary strong team, and it just so happens that she is interested in being an international hero,” Spotlight tells his friend.

“I don’t need another problem child,” Jeanist says irritably.

“You misunderstood me, she isn’t a problem child. She gets along very well with others but is a very dominant leader in a group. I usually pair her with the newbies to teach them how to cooperate and listen in a team setting; she has a natural knack for it,” Spotlight informs him.

“Sounds promising,” Jeanist replied, “What more can you tell me about her?”

“Truthfully, I’m not really willing to let her go. She is already rising fast through the rankings here in America. She is an amazing singer and performer as well, and I’ve recently talked her into doing some modeling. Her potential is amazing but she is still lacking in some self-confidence,” Spotlight tells his friend. “She is one of those ‘she doesn’t realize she is beautiful’ types. I just sent you a picture.”

Jeanist opens the email his friend sent. The picture loads to show a young woman with beautiful almond shaped green eyes and long dark purple hair that looks like it would reach her waist if it was down. Her bright smile and alluring eyes make her look like someone very friendly while at the same time making her appear to be someone you wouldn’t want to make angry.

“Wow, she is definitely a beauty but that won’t stop Bakugou from being and ass,” Jeanist informs his friend.

“Trust me it is not her looks I’m counting on,” Spotlight laughs.

“What is her quirk?” Jeanist asks.

“I’m glad you asked. I think it will be a perfect match for Bakugou’s Explosion…” Spotlight replies

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Great, this is just great… how many of these damn partners do I have to run off before Best Jeanist realizes I don’t need one? Bakugou thought to himself.

The young hero had been called in to report to Best Jeanist’s office. Bakugou guessed it was because he had found him a new partner. It had been a while since he ran off the last one, so he thought he had finally gotten the point across.

Reaching the pro hero’s office, Bakugou threw the doors open with a bang. Flopping down in a chair he, glared at his mentor.

“If you break the door you’ll have to pay for a new one,” Best Jeanist tells the young hero.

“Whatever,” Bakugou scoffed, “What do you want?”

“Well, I think I’ve finally found you a partner,” Jeanist tells him.

“This shit again? How many times do I have to tell you I don’t need a damn partner,” Bakugou hollers.

“Whatever you may think, having a partner early in your career is essential to your development as a pro hero,” Jeanist tells him. “It took a lot to get her here from America. She was a sidekick for a good friend of mine, and he didn’t want to let her go.”

“Her? So you are pairing me up with some damn chick from America?” Bakugou blustered. “I don’t have time to babysit some fucking girly wannabe.”

“Wow, Spotlight wasn’t kidding. He really is quite the charmer!” a sarcastic voice came from behind him.

Bakugou turned around in his seat to see a young woman standing in the doorway. She was tall with dark purple hair and green eyes. She walked in with a bag slung over her shoulder and made her way to Jeanist’s desk.

“Hello, sir.” she held her hand out to Jeanist. “I’m the hero from Spotlight’s agency, Wildside, and I want to thank you for this opportunity.”

Jeanist took the hero’s hand and gave it a firm shake. “I trust your trip here was a good one?” Jeanist asked.

“My flight didn’t have any problems and the person who picked me up was very nice,” Wildside said with a smile.

“Tch,” Bakugou scoffed. Great, another goodie two-shoes that is all smiles and fucking rainbows.

“Well, I’m glad you made it,” Best Jeanist said as he sat behind his desk. “I would like to introduce you to your partner, Katsuki Bakugou. His hero name is Ground Zero.”

Turning toward the ashy blonde man, Wildside held out her hand, “I’m looking forward to working with you.”

“Whatever, let’s get one thing straight: I work alone.” Bakugou brushed off her handshake and stood up to his full height so that the top of her head reached his eyes.

Matching his fierce glare, she smiled. “Well, I guess you will have to get used to working with a partner then.”

“Bakugou, I want you to show Wildside around the agency,” Jeanist interrupted.

“Like hell!” Bakugou yelled before storming out of the office.

“Well that was interesting,” Wildside said turning back to Jeanist.

“I’m sorry for his despicable behavior,” Jeanist apologized. “He may not seem like it, but he is an exceptional hero.”

“I will have to take your word for it sir,” Wildside said looking back towards the door. “Spotlight said I was going to have my hands full.”

“I hope you still wish to stay?” Jeanist asked.

“Definitely, I’m not about to let that grump ruin this for me. You can count on me sir,” She replied. “I should introduce myself properly. My name is Hales, Kia Hales.”

“It is nice to meet you, Miss Hales,” Jeanist bowed.

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Bakugou slammed his locker shut after he shoved his costume inside. Grabbing his towel he turned to head toward the showers only to come face to face with his new partner.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” Bakugou asked. “This is the men’s locker room or can’t you read Japanese?”

Kia ignored his remark. “I can read Japanese just fine but I don’t know my way around the agency yet. Jeanist said to find you and have you show me to the support and wardrobe offices.”

“And what, you just figured you would come in here and take a peek?” Bakugou accused, aware that he was standing there in nothing but his boxers.

“Not saying that you aren’t impressive, but you’ve got nothing I haven’t seen before,” Kia said with a grin.

“What?” Bakugou snarled.

“I figured I would have to corner you to get you to help me, so here I am!” Kia said.

“The hell? Just wait outside.” Bakugou said pushing his way past her and heading to the showers.

Smiling, Kia made her way out of the locker room and sat on a bench outside the door to wait for her partner.

Bakugou took as slow a shower as he could, taking his time to dry and dress himself. He was hoping his new partner would get tired of waiting and leave. Much to his dismay, when he left the locker room she was sitting there waiting for him.

“Where do you want to go?” he asked gruffly.

“If you could take me to wardrobe I would appreciate it,” Kia replied.

“Follow me,” Bakugou said.

Kia quickly gathered her bags and followed Bakugou down the hall. Pointing to his right he told her. “Women’s locker rooms are down that hallway.”

“Thanks,” Kia replied.

They walked in silence until Bakugou stopped at a door two floors up from the locker rooms. “There,” he said crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway.

Kia walked in and introduced herself to the staff. Bakugou remained at the doorway, curious as to what his new partner was doing. Pulling a suit out of one of her bags, Kia handed it over to the staff along with a file.

“Anything specific you want for your costume?” one of the staff members asked.

“Well if definitely needs to be resistant to burning or freezing. As far as color I’m not too picky. Try not to make it too revealing if you could please. That file contains the makeup of my old costume as well as specifics on my quirks.” Kia told them.

“Very well, we should be able to have your new suit ready in about three days,” the staff member said to her.

“Thanks so much!” Kia replied.

“By the way, who is your partner?” the other staff member asked. “Jeanist likes partners to have slight similarities in their uniforms.”

“Really?” Kia replied. “Well, my partner is Ground Zero.”

The staff members’ faces darkened when she told them who her partner was.

“You poor girl,” one of them said.

“We will definitely have to make the fabric sturdy,” another said. “And she will need spares.”

“I hope you have better luck than his former partners,” one said while patting her on the back.

“Uhm …thanks?” Kia replied, making her way to the door.

She was surprised to see Bakugou still standing by the door, and from the look on his face, he had heard everything the staff members said.

Bakugou turned with his hands in his pockets, bangs covering his eyes he made his way down the hall. Kia followed behind looking closely at her new partner. Filing into the elevator, the silence continued.

“You didn’t like what they were saying, did you?” Kia asked.

“Who the hell cares what those losers think?” Bakugou snapped.

“You know, it’s ok to have...” Kia started. Bam!! Bakugou’s fist collided with the wall right next to her head.

“SHUT THE HELL UP IF YOU DON’T WANT TO DIE!!” Bakugou exploded.

“If you are trying to intimidate me, it’s not going to work,” Kia said with a glare.

“FUCK YOU!” Bakugou pushed away as the doors to the elevator opened. Turning away he stormed out of the elevator and towards the front doors of the agency. Throwing the doors open, he stomped off. Kia watched as her short tempered partner stormed away.

“Well we are off to a good start,” Kia sighed to herself. “I better find somewhere to stay.” She took off in the opposite direction, not sure what to think of her new partner.

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mermaid/siren duck au

listen i’ve spent the last 3 days thinking about this nonsense so i’m sharing it. also i know i’m combining mermaids and sirens but it’s my AU so I’m going to have fun, dammit.

enjoy some donald/daisy, magicstone, drake/morgana and other couples.

it got ridiculously long, so, under a cut.

it opens with Donald having been stuck on a pirate ship for about a month now. He was snatched off the streets with the pirates having no idea who he was, more like “free slave, whoo!” and donald hasn’t told them either - he doesn’t want his family to get hurt, nor does he think rich uncle Scrooge will pay a penny for any ransom. So he’s been forced to help work and steal for them, which is where our story begins. After the latest pillage, Donald has to take the last rowboat back to the ship with a treasure chest. He grumbles, this rowboat is old and rickety, with plenty of splinters. All the other pirates are far ahead, so he’s by his lonesome as he rows. That’s when he hears...

~*~

“My jolly sailor bold....”

Donald blinked, blinked twice, blinked three times, and sure enough he heard a woman singing. By all logic that shouldn't be happening, as he was so far away from shore he couldn't even see the beach. So where was that music coming from? He then laughed to himself, and it sounded more nervous than he meant it to be. “Maybe it's a mermaid.” As if mermaids existed! And even if they did, surely they wouldn't come for a scrawny loser like himself, no sir! So, of course, there was no mermaid near him!

“My heart is pieced by Cupid...”

… So where the hell was that coming from?! Donald gripped the oars tightly, trying to row faster because, dammit it all, he was not going to drown by something that existed in fairy tales!!! He couldn't be too far from the ship, right? As long as he kept rowing, everything would be fine, and he wouldn't have to listen to this music! This... nice... soft... music...

“I disdain all glittering gold...”

All the tense muscles inside of Donald began to relax, and his panicked rowing began to slow down. For something that was surely made-up and absolutely didn't exist, it was rather... soothing... would it really be so bad, to listen for a minute more...? His head felt heavy, and he tilted to his left, a blissful smile crawling along his beak. Getting back to the ship didn't seem so important now. In fact, nothing seemed important anymore. Nothing mattered but hearing that lovely music... Which was now far closer than it had been a moment ago.

“There is nothing can console me...” He didn't hear the sound of moving water behind him. “But my jolly sailor bold.”

But boy oh boy did he feel a pair of wet warms tenderly wrapping around his chest from behind. It momentarily snapped him out of his stupor, and OH GOD OH NO OH NOOOOOOOOOOOO – he stuck a hand in his mouth to keep the scream out, because if he was going to die, he wasn't going to die screaming like a little girl! But he could shiver and tremble like a little girl, he had no issues with that.

The delightfully feminine voice giggled, her slightly webbed fingers over his racing heart. “What is my darling sailor doing out here all by his lonesome?”

“Aside from having so many regrets in his life?” Donald replied, mostly to himself. From his childhood, he could recall two legends of mermaids. One was the nice version, where she pined for a prince and couldn't win his love so she turned into foam. The other was the not-so-nice version, where they lured sailors to their death. He had a feeling this wasn't the nice version. “If, uh, if you don't mind, I have someplace I need to be...” Preferably alive.

“Why are you so eager to go?” She whispered kindly to his ear, the cold air sending a chill down his spine. She hummed a few bars, and he could feel his mind starting to slip again. “My darling sailor, come with me, I'll make you so happy. Let me take a look at you.” His body was easy to move, and she turned him around – to find his eyes shut tightly. She raised her eyebrows, surprised. “... What are you doing?”

“Oh-ho-ho, I know how this works!” Donald hoped his voice sounded confident when he was scared out of his mind. “If you're as beautiful as your voice is, then the minute I look at you, I'm a goner. I am not falling for that!” Sure, beauty was in the eye of the beholder, but whoever heard of an ugly mermaid?!

The woman paused for a second, and then she giggled again, amused. “Such a clever one, my darling sailor. But I want so much to see your pretty eyes. And... you want to see my face, don't you?” She hummed again, her breath on his ear, and he knew if he opened his eyes now he'd be gazing directly into hers. “You want to see me, don't you, my pretty one?”

Oh, oh yes, he wanted so much to see her, more than anything – NO, NO – Now that he was aware of what she was doing to his head, he could at least try to resist, but every passing second made that more difficult. She didn't relent, whispering sweet love to him, and oh yessss he wanted to see her, wanted to do anything she asked of him, wanted to be with her, wanted to love her, oh yes, such honey and warmth and -

BONK!

And when you don't have control of your oars, they have a tendency to smack you in the head, especially when your luck was as bad as Donald's. “OW! Why you rotten little, why I oughta...” Unfortunately, much like most people do when they encounter pain, his eyes opened.

And she was gorgeous. Slim and alluring, short white hair that brushed over her shoulders, violet scales running down in lines on her arms, and worst, worst, worst of all were those damning lavender eyes. “Oh, crud,” he muttered. “Of course she's a knock-out.”

The woman smiled, her fingers finding Donald's shoulders, her long nails lightly pressing into his tattered clothes. “There you are,” she said teasingly, “And such lovely eyes you have, my darling sailor. Yes, they're the most beautiful ones I've seen in ages... so pure and full of sweetness. You're going to be a delicious treat, I can tell.”

This should have scared Donald to high heaven, but her eyes had a stronger effect than her voice. He couldn't look away, and just as important, he didn't want to look away. “A-huh,” he mumbled numbly, feeling himself being pulled closer to her and the water. “I'll be... I'll be anything you want me to be...” He'd do anything for her, as long as he could looking at her, looking at those eyes, it was if he was born only to look at her, existed solely for her...

“You want to come with me now, don't you?” She cooed, and he nodded. “Come with me, we'll be together forever.”

“Together... forever...” And that would have been paradise, and he moved his foot onto... a giant splinter. “OWWWW, WHY, WHY, WHY AGAIN?!” He howled, hopping up and down on the ship while holding his injured foot. “I HATE THIS BOAT, WHY DO THEY ALWAYS GOTTA GIVE ME THE CRUDDY BOAT?!” But once he yanked the painful splinter out of his foot, he remembered the dangerous position he was in. He glanced over, seeing the rather peeved mermaid tapping her nails on the ship's edge.

“I'm getting rather impatient, darling sailor.” She warned, one eyebrow raised.

Donald knew any second now she would use her combo of voice and eyes to trap him again, and he backed up, feeling the treasure chest – an idea struck him! “Waitwaitwait!” He flailed one arm, using the other to point to the chest. “How about, instead of eating me, I gave you this treasure? We just robbed a noblewoman, there's lots of jewelry and gold and stuff in here!” He shoved the top off, revealing the glittering booty. “Take whatever you want, take all of it!” Sure, the captain would be mad enough to kill him, but...

… Well. This was one of those “stuck between a rock and a hard situation” deals, wasn't it?

The mermaid paused, contemplating the offer. She mulled this over, strumming her fingers on the boat. After a moment or two, she made a decision. “Very well. Let's make a deal. You'll choose one gift for me, and if I like it, I'll leave you be.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” Donald leaned on the edge of the boat, grateful that for once in his life, he'd caught a break.

“However...” Now she was instantly in front of him once more, her soft hands on his cheeks, yanking him in hard so he got a good eyeful of her. “If you chose wrong... you'll come with me, and be mine forever. Understand?”

In seconds he was mush again, chuckling stupidly, wanting to go with her right that second. “Yours, forever, and ever, and ev-TREASURE YES!” He managed to break free for a second, but it was all he needed, slamming his body into the treasure chest and digging frantically through it. How was he supposed to know which item would be perfect for her? If he did his best and got it wrong, he was fish food! And he had so much to live for! Like... uh... “This is a fine time to learn my life has no meaning.” He slapped himself and resumed searching. As he dug, it all seemed hopeless, until one piece caught his eye, and with it, an idea. “A-ha! Got it!”

Donald cupped the life-saving trinket in his palm and knelt down in the boat to offer it to the woman. “At first, I was thinking a ring, but that wouldn't work with webbed fingers, right?” he explained as he looked at her – and no longer saw that urge to jump over and do her bidding. He pondered if she could make her eyes turn off or on whenever she pleased. “But this necklace will work perfectly!” He turned it around for her to see, an amethyst stone smoothed down into a flat circle. “See, the chain is small enough so it won't strain your neck, and this material won't rust in the water! And the stone is heavy enough so it won't bob up and down in the water. And the colors match you, see, purple and white, just like you!” He babbled on about the advantages of such a trinket for a mermaid, oblivious to her shocked face.

Once he was satisfied with what he said, he reached to gently tie the necklace around her throat, and then pulled back, waiting for her approval. “All right, so, uh, what do you think?”

The mermaid said nothing right away, rubbing her thumb over the stone. Eventually she lifted her head, and this smile was less predatory. “I accept it. You've made a very good choice, pretty one.”

“Thaaat's a relief!” Donald slumped forward, his arms and head hanging over the side of the boat. Maybe now his heart would stop pounding so hard. “Thank you for... not eating me.”

“It is a pity.” She sighed, letting the stone rest on her body. “You would have been so delicious.” She then lifted her eyes. “What is your name, darling sailor?”

Donald was surprised to hear her ask, and even pointed at himself, just to be sure. “Huh?” Well, he supposed a mermaid learning his real identity would do little harm. “Name's Donald, Donald Duck.”

“Well, then, Donald, thank you for this gift.” But before Donald could say he was welcome, her lips found his cheek, and after a kiss that seemed sweet and sugar, she purred, “Be careful, darling sailor... for if I see you again, I will definitely make you mine. That's a promise.” Her nails playfully scratched the underside of his beak, and then she splashed into the water, vanishing.

Donald slowly sat back into the boat, trying to understand what the hell happened in those last five minutes. No one on the ship would believe him. Shoot, did he even believe it?

~*~

Donald manages to return to the boat without anymore mishaps, and tells the pirates what happened, but no one believes him... except the wicked captain. Who needs gold when they can capture a priceless mermaid? He decides to use Donald as bait, but Donald refuses – too bad Donald doesn't have much of a choice. The next night he's tied up and sent back out on the same rowboat, with Donald telling himself that surely the mermaid won't come back for him since there's other handsome guys out there for – jolly sailor bold – OH COME ON!!! Yep, it's her again, but when she tries to get up, Donald violently shoves her out of the way, telling her that the pirates are after her!

Indeed, the captain's been watching and sends his men out to their boats to capture her, his gun aimed at donald from the master ship. He's more than willing to shoot Donald dead if he doesn't cooperate, but Donald refuses, trying to urge the girl to leave. She silently looks at the ropes holding him, then at the pirates, and simply says “I'll take care of this.” She dives under... and then... MASSIVE KRAKEN BREAKS THE MASTER SHIP IN TWO goodbye pirates. Donald's jaw drops, and when the girl pops up again he says WHY THE HELL DON'T YOU JUST DO THAT ALL THE TIME??? Because that's no fun, she replies as she unties him.

He thanks her for saving him – and with those pirates gone, he can try to sail home! But... he has no treasure this time, crap, what can he give her her??? She smiles and tells him her name, Daisy, and gives him a kiss – and also places a spell on him, without him knowing. She has him promise to come to her again, and then swims off, much to his confusion. Oh well, time to go home! His family lives (and technically owns) an island, where he's reunited with the family. Everyone's happy to see him, and he's happy to see everyone... until he hugs his twin sister Della, and he gets a nasty electric shock. Turns out the spell was to hurt Donald every time he touches another woman. GODDAMMIT DAISY -

Donald begs and pleads with Scrooge to give him a piece of treasure so he can convince Daisy to undo the spell, but naturally the miser won't hear of it (until Della yells I HAVE NOT SEEN MY BROTHER IN OVER A MONTH AND NOW I CAN'T HUG HIM YOU GIVE HIM WHATEVER HE NEEDS YOU SON OF A BITCH) and so off Donald goes to the water again. Yes, Daisy appears, and he demands the spell be taken off. She says she didn't think he'd come back to her otherwise, but Donald says a sailor always keeps his promises, and he will definitely see her again SO KNOCK THIS SHIT OFF. Daisy undoes the spell.

Days later, the family is having a “welcome back” party for Donald, but not many people believe Donald's story, save for Scrooge and Della. Della says he should try living it up now, since he had a second chance at live – like, hey! That beautiful girl is giving you 'the eyes', go say hi! Donald, stunned that any beautiful woman would want him, turns to see and DAISY HAS LEGS?! Wait, wait, maybe it's just a coincidence... Donald approaches... “Hello, darling sailor~” OH FUCK ME IT IS HER. Donald stares, and then panics, scooping her up into his arms and running out to the gardens with her. (Della: ALL RIGHT, BRO, GO FOR IT!!!)

Turns out Donald panicked because he thought Daisy was in extreme pain – like, in the fairy tale??? The little mermaid's feet hurt like cut glass whenever she walks??? Are you okay??? But Daisy laughs it off, she's totally okay. In fact, any mermaid can turn into a 'human' whenever they want, but their magic decreases considerably. But she wanted to see him again, and Donald still doesn't really get why, but, hey, if it makes her happy. And so, she lives with him, and they live happily ever after HA YOU THOUGHT SO, BUT NOT!!!

Cousin Gladstone, extra smarmy and slimy in this verse, is APPALLED that Donald get this babe out of nowhere. Even worse, when Gladstone tries to make a move on Daisy, she calmly grabs him by the face, inspects him, and then lets him go. “You'd taste disgusting.” HE IS OFFENDED AND CONFUSED. Scrooge is also having issues – his business ships have been attacked by kraken, the gold on them being stolen! Suspicion immediately falls on Daisy, but Donald defends her, knowing she has no reason to do it! And Daisy admits that she relinquished control of the kraken when she became human.

Donald asks if Daisy could try to control it again to stop what's going on, and she agrees, because he's her darling sailor~ So Scrooge, Daisy, Donald, Della all head out to sea... and Gladstone is dragged along as well because he needs to learn how to work, dammit. But Gladstone throws a hissy fit and locks himself in his room on the ship. And at sea, they are indeed attacked by the kraken! Daisy hangs onto the railing, trying to command it to stop, but whoever has it now has more power than she does. It's another mermaid, this one by the name of Magica De Spell! Daisy demands she stop, but Magica wants the gold for her magic spells. Why should Daisy care? “Because my darling sailor wants it.” Magica scoffs – Daisy doesn't think they're actually in love, does she??? Humans are food, end of story, any “love” they have is fabricated by their spells. Why, she could steal him away easily with her song!

~*~

It occurred to Donald then he had never seen Daisy angry, actually angry, until now. And boy howdy was she angry – her veins seemed to pop up in her skin, her fangs glistened in the moonlight, and the wave of magic that surrounded her crackled like hot electricity. “You... you would dare...” Her voice snarled, primal and threatening, her fingers bending the steel railing beneath her. “You would dare... try to take... MY DARLING SAILOR?!”

“I think she likes you,” Della quipped.

“Kind of getting that idea, yes.” Donald replied. Any further sarcasm would have to wait, because he knew what was coming. “Everyone, plug your ears, as tightly as you can!” Della and Scrooge immediately clamped their hands over their ears, Scrooge's flintlock pistol dropping to the floor. As expected, the woman in the water began to sing, her voice darker and more sinister than Daisy's, but still beautiful and captivating. Della fell to one knee, and Scrooge shook harshly, but Donald – strangely, Donald didn't feel anything. Was it because he heard Daisy's song before? He had no clue. The ship was then rocked again, the kraken slapping it hard with one of its many tentacles, trying to make the crew listen to his mistress. Daisy held her hand out, trying to will the kraken to her.

Inside the small cabin room, Gladstone fell onto the floor, although he was on his feet in seconds. “All right, who keeps interrupting my beauty sleep?!” He stomped to his door and slammed it open. “Excuse me, SOME of us are trying to...”

Come here, my sweet one, come here to me, for I am everything that you want in the sea...

… Ooooh. That was... niiice...

Donald dropped his hands, still confused as to why he wasn't affected, but he certainly wasn't complaining. But if he was free, then maybe he could help! “We've got this!” He said with pride... until he saw his cousin speeding past him as fast as his little legs could take him. “... We don't got this.” He chased after Gladstone, trying to grab him. “What are you doing?!”

“She's calling for me!” Gladstone yelled, his voice giddy and hysteric, aiming for the ship's railing. “She wants me! I have to go to her, I have to!” Oh gods, was there anything as wonderful as this? He'd never been filled with such desire before! It was destiny, a call from a goddess! He grabbed the railing, trying to jump over.

Donald jacked his arms under Gladstone's armpits, trying to drag him back. “Don't be stupid, it's a spell! Gladstone, listen to me! It's a trick!” Oh, sure, now Gladstone believed mermaids were real! Were was this idiot's good luck?!

“SHE'S CALLING ME!” Gladstone refused to hear otherwise, barely acknowledging Donald's presence, only seeing him as some force preventing him from getting to HER!!! He needed her, needed her now, needed her more than air and life! He'd give her everything she wanted, so long as he could be with her!

“Gladstone, will you just-” But the kraken struck again, and this time the force on the ship was so hard Donald was sent falling backwards – he heard a splash, and saw that his arms were empty. “... I need to emphasize that was not my fault.”

Magica, meanwhile, only paused in her own singing to gloat at Daisy's failure. “Your magic's nowhere near enough to beat me!” She failed to hear the very speedy swimming headed her way. “I'll have the kraen destroy all of you! There's nothing that can get in my way-”

“I LOVE YOU!” Gladstone interrupted extremely nosily, tackling Magica in the water. “I love you I love you I love youuuuuu!”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Magica snapped, trying to push Gladstone off as he clawed eagerly for her. “Get off me, you fool!” Magica's voice was very powerful, powerful enough to keep a man captured even when she had stopped – including when she wanted him to get away. “Knock it off! I'm trying to do an evil monologue here!” But no matter how hard she smacked him, he refused to let her go, eyes delirious and mouth rambling about how much he loved her.

Donald rejoined his family as they watched over the railing. “If that was anyone else, I'd find this kinda funny.”

“It's a little funny now.” Della conceded.

“Well, yeah, but I didn't wanna be rude.”

Scrooge didn't find this as enjoyable. “Gladstone! Get off that woman and get back here this instant!”

Daisy's eyes widened as she came to a sudden realization, and she grabbed a fistful of Scrooge's sleeve. “Wait, stop!”

But Scrooge didn't stop. “I said get back here, nephew!”

Magica froze, hearing that special word. She slowly turned her head to the family, and a devious smirk graced her lips. “Nephew?” She repeated, her own fangs showing. “So this little fool is yours?”

“Uh-oh.” Scrooge, Della, and Donald gulped at the same time.

Uh-oh was right. Magica reared her head back and let out a nasty laugh, snapping her fingers. The kraken obeyed, using one of its tentacles to raise its mistress and Gladstone up like a raised seat, so now everyone could see them perfectly. Now that she could sit, Magica stroked Gladstone's hair, letting out a pleased sigh. “Well now... that certainly changes things, now doesn't it?”

Things were going from bad to worse. “Let him go, Magica!” Donald barked, amazed he could be so afraid for his annoying cousin's safety. “He's got nothing to do with this!”

“Oh, on the contrary. I'd say now he has plenty to do with our... conversation.” Once she made herself comfortable, Magica pulled Gladstone into her arms, letting him gaze into her dark, hypnotic eyes. “You're going to be a good fool and listen to whatever I say.”

“Yes...” Gladstone agreed happily, nuzzling his beak to hers in bliss. “I'll listen to everything you say... I want to listen to you...”

“Good boy.” She nestled his head to her chest, letting him kiss her arm and shoulder. “Let's make this simple for everyone. Either you hand over all the treasure you have on that ship, or...” She cupped Gladstone's cheeks. “I'll take my little fool with me to the sea, forever.”

“Yes, take me, take me forever,” Gladstone merrily moaned, pressing his forehead to hers.

Scrooge ground his teeth, his blood boiling. “How do I know you won't hurt him even if I do give you the gold? For all I know, you could keep him around and take all my ships!”

“STOP GIVING HER IDEAS!” Donald had to be restrained by Della so he wouldn't smack his uncle. What were they going to do? There was no way Gladstone would break out of the spell by his own free will. Donald had only managed to snap out on his own by pain – his eyes widened, and he saw the fallen pistol. He jumped out of his sister's arms and snatched the weapon up. “We're not done yet!”

Della stared, aghast. “What do you think you're doing?!”

“I know two things in this world!” Donald announced, holding up the pistol with both hands. “Uncle Scrooge never cleans this thing-”

“Costs too much!” Scrooge insisted.

“-And I've got really lousy aim!”

~*~

And Donald fires, missing Gladstone and Magica and hitting the kranken instead – but the unclean gun makes the gunpower blow, burning Gladstone's hand hard, breaking him out of the spell. Magica tries to force him back under, but with her distracted, Daisy finally regains enough control of the kraken to make it obey one command – leave all of Scrooge's ships alone! But that drains a lot of her magic, making her faint. The kraken leaves, dumping Magica and Gladstone. Magica swims off, swearing revenge, and Gladstone is left wondering the fuck just happened.

The group returns home, and Scrooge does have to explain what happened. He gives a bare-bones version... which Gladstone takes over, making himself the hero, much to Donald's aggravation. As for Daisy, when she wakes up, Donald is at her side, having been worried. Awww. Maybe a happily – NOPE STILL NO. Weeks later, Scrooge discovers someone has been stealing from his vault, but no one knows who. Again, he blames Daisy, and again, Donald defends her. As everyone tries to puzzle it out, Gladstone's been looking more exhausted every day...

… As it turns out, Magica still has her hooks in him. By day, he can ignore her, but at night, she completely takes control, making him steal. He even tries to handcuff himself to his bedpost to prevent it, but she makes him unlock it, her voice stuck in his head even when they're miles away. Every night he takes what he can and sneaks out to the shore where Magica is waiting for him. He begs her to let him go, but she laughs – why let go of such a loyal servant? She also points out that her spell wouldn't be so strong if a part of him didn't want to obey her.

Turns out Gladdy's got some serious self-loathing issues, believing everyone hates him and no one trusts him. But he knows Magica trusts him, as sick as it is, and so the spell works twice as hard. But she promises once she's eventually done with him, she'll take him into the water as a sweet, delicious meal, so he can belong to her forever. One night as he's out to meet her, he's assaulted by robbers who have caught on that he's been stealing from Scrooge, though they don't know why. As Magica watches from the water, it's clear Gladstone could use her as a distraction and get away... but doesn't do so. He refuses to hand over the treasure, and gets stabbed deeply as a result.

Magica still has some control over the kraken, which beats the shit out of the robbers for daring to hurt her little fool. She holds him, asking why he didn't point her out, and he replies that he just didn't want her to hate him like everyone else does. Magica reluctantly uses her magic to heal him, at the cost of her power over him. Gladstone is sent home, and he blames all the stolen stuff on the robbers. As he heads out, he sees MAGICA WITH LEGS. She still plans to rob Scrooge blind, and it turns out she still has some hold over Gladstone, albeit much weaker than before. Gladstone, amused, scoffs that maybe she has a spell on him, but if she made that much effort and gave up so much power to come on land, then he's certainly put a spell on her.

Jump to a month, with cousin Fethry home to see his family after traveling for a while. Boy, his cousins have some strange girlfriends, but they seem happy enough. As he mills about in the martketplace, oh no, that wagon's gone loose, and it's gunna hit that girl! He manages to push her out of the way, although his arm gets cut in the process, ew blood. The girl's a blonde beauty with big glasses named Gloria, with a timid voice and a shy gaze. She's shocked that he got hurt but to him it's no biggie. She's new to the island, and gosh, he'd love to give her a tour! She's kind, she's nice, she loves plants and animals he's pretty much a smitten kitten. The following day he asks Donald and Gladstone, gee, how did you get your girlfriends to like you?

… DO WE TELL HIM THEY'RE ACTUALLY MERMAIDS THAT TRIED TO EAT US? Noooo we do not tell him that!!! As they bicker over what to do, Fethry just up and asks Daisy what she likes about Donald, and she replies his eyes were pure and gentle, and she knew he was the one. Fethry takes that to mean to just be himself! Thanks, miss! He meets up with Gloria again, but when she trips and falls, her glasses come off. He picks them up, she shrieks for him “not to look”, but of course when someone says that you're gunna look, and he does, at her. He's suddenly entranced, and feels an intense desire to kiss her, until he hears one of his cousins calling for him. Gloria snatches her glasses and runs away sobbing.

Fethry blinks... WHAT WAS I JUST ABOUT TO DO??? He has no idea he was placed under a spell and just puts it under stupid male hormones, blaming himself for making Gloria upset. But it turns out she wasn't upset at him – she's actually being threatened by a “higher power” to infiltrate the Duck family and get Scrooge's treasure. Her voice has no power, but her eyes make up for it, hence the glasses. She can't turn away the “higher power” or else she'll be harmed, and thus, 'makes up' with Fethry so she can invited to the big household. Once inside, she separates in a crowd, locating Scrooge. She tries to seduce him with her eyes, but ultimately can't go through with it because she loves Fethry too much. She breaks down sobbing, admitting what's going on, and the “higher power” tries to take control over her body to kill her.

Daisy and Magica arrive on the scene to help (Daisy for her darling sailor, and Magica just because this is a pain in the butt), using what's left of their magic to help her break free, and Fethry's true love nonsense finally undoing it. Yay! But Scrooge has had enough of these goddamn shenanigans!!! One mermaid, he could believe, but three??? That's not a coincidence, someone is after his family! Daisy says no, but Magica and Gloria admit that the all-powerful Mermaid Queen sent them. The Mermaid Queen is the supreme ruler of the mermaids, and is probably after Scrooge's treasure because gold/silver/the like can be used to increase the power of magic spells. She's so strong she can even affect Gloria, Magica and Daisy, and if she wants to, she can come after any of them! There is only one man who has ever known to have faced the Mermaid Queen and lived... Darkwing Dubloon!

Scrooge sends an invitation to the King and Queen, as rumors say that whenever they're around, DD is sure to follow. Indeed, Drake Mallard, humble servant, and his daughter, less than humble Gosalyn, arrive as well. The local children (huey, dewey, louie, webby, lena) love Gosalyn's stories about the famous DD, but Lenna is consistently annoyed that Gosalyn takes up all of Webby's attention. Not only that, Lena's been getting some weird headaches lately...

DD meets up with Scrooge and the others, and admits that... he actually doesn't exactly remember the fight with the Mermaid Queen. Once during a bad storm he fell overboard, and after that, he only has the vaguest details – he knows he was with the Mermaid Queen, but for the life of him he has no idea what she looks/sounds like or how he even managed to get away. All he knows is that he thinks he snatched away a blue pendant that he now wears around his neck, and he assumes it belonged to her. Also, at one point, his ship vanished while he and his crew were off it. Weird!

The mermaids inspect the pendant, and suspect that it's a powerful magical artifact that will give any mermaid untold power. Maybe if they return it to the Mermaid Queen, she'll leave Scrooge alone? But how do they find her? They decide to hold a strategy meeting on DD's latest ship ( they=DD, Don, Daisy, Glad, Magica, Scrooge, Della, and the kids stowing away because this is so cool???) But as they plot, the ship is attacked by, you guessed, it, kraken! Magica swears it wasn't her – to become human, she had to give it up, remember? They go outside, and there is the queen herself , Morgana McCawber, walking onto the ship – she's so powerful that it doesn't matter what form she takes! She demands for them to give her “that which I desire most”, and even sends out deadly sea monsters to take “it” back! Time for a fight!

Now they're worried – if they give her the pendant, will she become even stronger and cause more havoc? Things get worse as she begins to sing, and Donald tries to stop DD from hearing it, but...? While Donald, Gladstone and Fethry turned into love-slaves before, DD just goes still??? Gosayln, having enough of this, whips out her bow and arrow and shoots the pendant off her dad. Donald catches it, and then throws it to Morgana, demanding she leave them alone!

Morgana glances at the pendant... then tosses it away. “You think I came here for some little trinket? I will not leave until I have my desire!” Well the fuck is that??? DD doesn't have anything else on him! … Unless...?

Della suddenly understands everything – this was never about Scrooge's treasure, but his power and influence. Only someone as wealthy as Scrooge could invite the King and Queen personally, thus bringing DD here – and he needed a reason to bring them here, hence Magica and Gloria! Morgana doesn't want the pendant – she wants Darkwing Dubloon! And DD finally remembers what happened! FUCK ME SIDEWAYS, I GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE! He grabs his daughter and runs, with everyone realizing there's no way they can defeat the Mermaid Queen right now. After a few choice distractions, they manage to get away and return to land. So, DD, the hell happened?

As it turns out, on that stormy night, as he was drowning, he saw a shadowy figure in the water and begged them to save his life, saying he'd give what he values most. The figure saved him, taking her to her lair, and of course it's Morgana. Turns out he injured his leg while he fell, so he's forced to stay several days, but as he does he weaves his tales of heroism on the seas, managing to delay Morgana trying to eat him. When his leg is fully healed, he remembers what he promised. So, what does he value most. His daughter – UH, NO, I MEAN, MY SHIP! Take the ship, it's full of treasure! Morgana agreed, and so she would return him to the surface. On the next full moon, he would take his ship out for her to take. She gave him the pendant so she could keep track of him and make sure he kept his promise, because if he doesn't... well, you know the spiel by now – she'd take him down below forever and ever~

So DD returned to land, reassuring his crew everything was fine without telling them what happened. On the next full moon, he sails off alone, promising Gosalyn he'd return, sans a ship. Morgana is a little surprised he kept his promise, but DD's a man of his word! She also expected there to be some kind of trap waiting for her on the ship, but nope, he's not like that. So, a deal's a deal. “Yes, I'll take the ship... and you.” Of course Morgana's decided to keep her precious captain, and on went the hypno-voice/eyes combo. DD was almost lured in, until he remembered the promise he made to his daughter, and jumped ship. He just barely managed to escape with his life... then something grabbed him and dragged him underwater. Now whatever happened THERE, he doesn't remember, but he woke up fine on the shore, unable to remember anything at all.

Daisy explains that mermaids A) don't handle rejection well, at all, and B) they also don't understand familial relationships. When a baby mermaid is born, they're tossed aside. So Morgana genuinely can't grasp the concept of a father loving his daughter, and she's going to keep coming after them until she gets what she wants. What to do? Gloria has an idea – truthfully, Morgana hasn't fully become the Queen yet – the former Mermaid Queen is still alive, and Morgana is her apprentice. The former queen is the most powerful mermaid in the world, and keeps herself secluded in an island. Only she has the power to strip Morgana of her strength. So the gang decides to sail there and and beg for help – but DD is perplexed. Yeah, Morgana's got issues, but she seems way worse than last time. What happened? The kids sneak aboard as well – although this time, Lena is a bit more reluctant.

Turns out Lena is a mermaid, but even she didn't know it! Most baby mermaids are abandoned in the sea, but she was left on land, and thus she assumed she was a normal person her whole life. But now Morgana can manipulate her into being her mole, watching the group, and trying to use her jealousy about Gosayln and Webby's friendship to kill Gosalyn. Thankfully Daisy catches wind of this and takes Lena under her wing (so to speak) to help her fight off Morgana's power. At the island, they are attacked by Morgana, thanks to Lena helping her find out where they were going. Just when things couldn't get any worse... pirates!

Not just any pirates – the pirates who kidnapped Donald, AND Darkwing Dubloon's arch-nemesis, Captain Negaduck! He's been giving Morgana gold to increase her spell power... but also poisoned the gold to drive her insane. An epic showdown ensues until one very old, annoyed voice WILL YOU ALL KNOCK IT OFF, I AM TRYING TO SLEEP – it's the original mermaid queen... Goldie O'Glit! She's goddamn sick of this nonsense, and has a solution to make sure it all stops... erasing everyone's memories! In fact, she was the one who erased DD's memories to try and keep things peaceful, but, welp, guess now she has to make EVERYONE FORGET EVERYONE. Naturally NOBODY WANTS THIS except nega who's a dick and surprise surprise, she and Scrooge have a history.

Long ago his ship crashed and he lived on an abandoned island with Goldie. He lived with her happily, but he assumed that as a queen, she must have greater responsibilities. He lied about having a fiance, assuming she'd just leave heartbroken and they'd both move on. Nnnnope, she tried to kill him, and then willfully erased her own memories to try and forget him. Scrooge managed to escape, and hence he's been bitter about mermaids ever since. But, uh... I guess they make up, and... yeah the imagination died around this part, so happily ever after I guess, or make your own ending XD I even debated about a sidestory with Panchito and Jose, if anyone's interested.

So, I hope you liked all that weirdness, and maybe someday I'll write out more scenes. I dunno, man, I just really liked hypno-stuff I HAVE ADDRESSED MY PROBLEM

#disney #donald duck #daisy duck #gladstone gander #magica despell #magicstone #fethry duck #scrooge mcduck #darkwing duck #morgana mccawber

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Unprofessional Services: Chapter 2

Read on AO3. Part 1 here. Part 3 here.

Summary: Your first meeting with Commander Ren goes just as well as you would have expected. Okay, no, that's a lie. You expected it to go at least three times better than this.

Words: 2500

Warnings: Kind of angsty maybe?

Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader

A/N: Yay! New chapter up! I want to see if I can do a thing where I publish chapters of my fics alternating weeks. One week, Little Bird, the next, Unprofessional Services. We'll see! I'm feeling a lot better, recently, but I am starting a second job, so... YEAH!

Anyway, that's my second chapter! Thanks so much for your feedback on the first one. It made me happy! <3 Love y'all.

You breathed in.

Two minutes until the Commander was to arrive. Dammit--you hadn’t meant to check. Every glance at the chronometer sped the pace of your heart. There’d be no quick closure, as you’d hoped. Hux had made it clear in the message delivered to your datapad that neither you nor Fent would be eligible for departure until the progress of your newest and, now, only client, was determined satisfactory. It was, therefore, important that this first meeting go well.

The chronometer hit 10:00. You stiffened, eyes trained on the door. Any second now, and it would slide open, and you would stand and greet him, hello, Commander, and you would begin your session. Intake questions first, of course--his personnel file was classified, and you’d have to create your own. What would he look like? You knew he had a mask. A lightsaber. A temper. Not much else.

Another minute passed, and then another. The tension in your body released, emptying into the room like heavy heat. Your fingers rapped over the cool, barren surface of your desk, counting the seconds with tiny thumps. The lateness was intentional, you were certain--a display of power, a demonstration of the malleable value of time. Already, you could sketch an image of this man in your mind: older, most likely, given his position and apparent gifts. And with the knowledge of his weapon, the already blatant abuse of his rank--perhaps compensating?

For internal insecurities, of course. Not anything, well, lewd.

Stars, you should have had some caf. He hadn’t even entered the room and you were already curious about his sex life. But then--who wouldn’t be? Being such a high-ranking officer bore mystery enough--it was human curiosity to ponder about the private lives of those in control. Hell, you’d even wondered if the snivelly ginger had ever managed to refrain from pissing off someone long enough to--

The blast door parted with a whirr, and you stymied the urge to scramble to your feet out of embarrassment. You definitely hadn’t just been thinking about his dick. Clearing your throat, you stood--and words were robbed from your throat.

Commander Kylo Ren was tall--frighteningly tall, even while you were standing--and cloaked entirely in black robes, like a hulking assassin. Even underneath the layers, though, you could see the swells of muscle, the broadness of his body, the power contained within his carefully concealed figure. It was alluring--fascinating. More fascinating still was the helmet, the mask of which you’d heard murmured mentions. The design was an imitation of a face, a brief allusion but not full acknowledgment of the living being underneath it. Instead, it was a collection of sharp lines and hard, shiny metal, the eye slot vacant and the mouth muzzled.

There was someone here, the mask said. But that someone is dead.

Blinking, you stretched out your hand, shaking off the impressive aura he’d just inspired in the air. You needed to solidify your position, too.

“Hello, Commander,” you said, just as you’d practiced--but he didn’t stop, not even to look at your hand. Instead, he took the seat across from you, in silence.

Body language was the primary indicator of a client’s mood, disposition, compliance. Crossed arms was a signal of defensiveness. A clenching fist indicated silent irritation. The position of the torso--leaned back in the chair, or bent forward--demonstrated, typically, the client’s willingness to participate. And of course, there was the face, something that you’d think most wouldn’t need assistance interpreting--and yet you’d met those who were oblivious to even a repetitive roll of eyes. Even still, the production of body language was universal. Intrinsic.

Commander Ren’s body language, for example, was very clear. Hunched back, wide feet, leather hands tight over one another, like clamshells. Even with his face obscured by his mask, it stated, with no uncertainty: Get me the fuck out of this room.

Nodding, you sat again, introducing yourself with a smile. Always meet the client at their level. “Well, let’s get started, then.” You opened a new intake document on your datapad. “I do have to ask… are you going to insist on wearing the helmet?”

“Most likely.” The sound leaving the mask was dark and distorted, like the gnashing in the back of a person’s brain, the rumbling underneath their humanity. It made your stomach churn. Made your spine chill. And, oddly: it made your heart flip. “I see no circumstance that would require me to remove it.”

You shrugged. “There might not be. But therapy is a two-way street. It isn’t only my job when we’re in this office.” Grinning, you leaned forward. “It’s as much your job to give as it is mine.”

In your head, this had been a good line. Well, it normally was, to be honest. Most clients relaxed when you stripped away the mystery of expertise. The introduction of collaboration was an important piece of your work--establishing you as equals on the journey to recovery. But this was not recovery. And Kylo Ren was not convinced. He tilted his head, the blank slate of his gaze regarding you with a piercing, unsettling impunity.

Forcing another smile, you glanced at your pad, putting on your warmest, most welcoming Therapist Voice. “I suppose I’ll briefly take care of these intake questions, since our work will be a bit different. I need a little demographic information, first. So…” You prepared for data-entry. “Your age, sir?”

“You’d prefer to waste time on questions rather than the work you’ve been assigned.”

You raised a brow and cracked a half-smile. “If you’d classify me trying to get to know more about you, the person I’ve been asked to work with, a waste, then, yes.”

“I would.” He was statue-solid. “I’m interested only in following the request of the Supreme Leader.”

“That’s fine,” you said, “and I’d love to help you with that. But like I said earlier, this is going to be really difficult if we aren’t building a partnership.”

He huffed. It almost seemed like derision. “A partnership.”

“Well, yes,” you replied. Your palms were sweating. “I can’t begin to accomplish anything if we aren’t working together.”

Kylo Ren leaned back in his chair, hands still clasped. “I see nothing that you can offer me outside of the services Leader Snoke has prescribed.”

This resistance was typical, especially among higher ranking officers--your Commander was no exception. But there was something particularly irritating about the fact that you’d been denied your escape because of this jackass, and now he was acting like he didn’t even want to do the damn thing he was told to do. Yet he invited an important question. How the hell were you supposed to accomplish this, anyway? There weren’t any manuals or trainings or even guidelines on anything remotely resembling “anti-therapy.” Was Snoke expecting you to just… yell at him, or something?

“Let me ask you this, Commander.” You lowered your datapad onto your desk. “What exactly do you want to get out of this?”

It was strange and awkward, staring across the room into a faceless being whose breathing seemed in rhythm with your own, like watching a hologram whose prompter had malfunctioned, or a droid that knew only to imitate what was directly in its line of sight. You hadn’t expected the question to silence him--if anything, you’d been expecting more sarcasm--but then a minute passed, and he still had said nothing.

“Have you thought of something?” Your question failed to prompt a response. But this too, was typical. “Ignoring me won’t get you any closer to your goal.”

“So you assume.”

“Stop deflecting,” you said, sighing. “I can only handle so much deliberate avoidance in one day.”

Kylo Ren shifted--his slight movement thinning the air and tightening your chest. The Force, you feared at first, until you realized you could breathe just fine and the issue was something intangible, hovering just out of your grasp, something you wanted to name but couldn’t even identify. You blinked, trying to will it away, wanting to stare at him with the clear, even eyes of a professional, but your body responded against your will. Through the black barrier of his mask, you felt his stare, focused now, like a beam, burning through walls you hadn’t even known were there, seeking you, finding you, singeing the stray threads that poked like errant hairs from your brain, setting them alight, fuses to the center of your vulnerability--

“Really.” His voice was gravel through gears. “Deliberate avoidance.”

You drew in a breath, long and secretly shaky, through your teeth. And you shrugged. “Oh, yes, Commander.” He could not scare you. He wouldn’t. Even if now, you somehow felt like his prey, you’d do everything you could to make him yours, instead. “You’ve done nothing but deflect and avoid since the moment you walked through this door, honestly.”

“Hm.” The mask, its human impression mocking you, tilted. “Do tell.”

“You want me to tell you?” you asked. You hadn’t expected that. But he asked for it. “Sure. First, you were late. That’s like, avoidance technique number one.” You held out your hand, counting his offenses on your fingers. “Second, your demeanor when you entered was--well, less than excited. Clear sign that you are trying to reject anything that might come from me, especially anything trying to pry into your personal business. Third, any questions I asked you were immediately ignored or responded to with impersonal sarcasm. Actually, maybe the sarcasm could be its own point.”

You were up to four, now, and slowly released your fifth finger, returning his laser-stare. Or, at least, that was your hope. “Last of all, we come to your helmet. I asked if you would insist on wearing it. You, out of fear for me seeing your face and, perhaps, your vulnerability, said yes.” Raising your eyebrows, you glanced between your hand and his mask. “All that in less than ten minutes.”

He shifted again, pausing. “You think yourself an expert.”

With a smile, you replied, “Yes, Commander. I most certainly do.” Leaning back in your chair, you folded your hands over your lap. “Now. How do you think this should work?”

“This.”

“Yes,” you said. “Our working together.”

You could almost taste the delight on his tongue as he spoke. “Why would you ask me? Aren’t you the expert?”

Had he been any other client, you might’ve laughed, given your canned response, if I am, you’re still the expert on your own life, and rephrased the question. But your cheeks were hot. And you felt him staring again. Ridiculing you. Barring you from the only chance you’d have to get off of this stupid ship and maybe, finally do something fucking right for fucking once in your fucking life--

“You know, I imagine there’s a reason you don’t want to talk.” The words were coming out before you could plug them. “A reason why you wear all those clothes and the helmet and everything. You probably have trouble opening up to others. Hell, you probably can’t! I wonder why, really. Is there something you’re afraid I’ll find, Commander? You don’t want to look weak?”

A pause. “You’re irritating.”

“And you have emotional regulation issues. Oh, and you use intimidation as replacement for inspiring true respect in others--”

“Enough.” He stood, looming over your desk in a single stride. “Attempting to get inside of my head is the last thing you should be doing.” He pushed your datapad to the side and pounced, planting his palms on your desk, his mask inches from your face. “I assure you--it’s a game I’ll win.”

Was your chin trembling? You hoped it wasn’t trembling. “That’s too bad, Commander,” you replied, ignoring the quaver in your voice and the goosebumps on your neck. Your breath grew a cloudy film on his muzzle. “It’s what I do best.”

“Provide me with what I need, officer.” He pulled back. His fists were balled. “Because I can ensure that you never leave this ship.”

Before you could reply, he was gone, through your door a black wisp. When it shut behind him, you thought you might breathe, gather your things, and head back to your quarters to check on Fent. But your muscles were frozen, your eyes locked, staring into a nothingness that was swallowing the edges of your sight. He knew you wanted to leave. How did he know? Did it matter? Did he know about Fent, too? Would he hurt him?

That wasn’t how this was supposed to have gone. How would you get anything done with Kylo Ren acting like this was a service you could provide without his cooperation? You weren’t even sure what the hell you were supposed to be doing, anyway--it should’ve been figured out between the both of you. Instead, you’d fucked up again. Again.

Tears stung your eyes, your mind racing with ribbons of thought--fuck-up you fucked up again you ruined it you’re stuck here Fent will never get better he’s sick because of you he fucking hates you why are you even here--

Face cracking, you slammed your fist onto the unforgiving surface of your desk, and whimpered when the dull ripples of pain echoed up your wrist. Another slam, and the resonance sharpened, waves rattling the bones in your hand. Growling, you hit the desk a final time, tears slipping over your cheeks as you pinned your lips together, trapping the shuddering whine that fought its way through your throat.

No. You wouldn’t let this defeat you. You’d figure this out. Even if you had to stay up through the sleep cycle, work through meals. You were getting off of this ship.

#kylo ren smut #kylo ren x reader #kylo x reader #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren #kylo trash #unprofessional services #fanfiction problems #my definition of a slow burn

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