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caraphernellie · 3 months

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build god, then we’ll talk // e.w.

a/n: preacher!ellie part 2!! yay! once again heavily mcr inspired lol, also mm a fever you can't sweat out aka the best p!atd album. i got super freaked out because this accidentally posted a few days ago and i dont even know why what the actual fuck. im super nervous about this one. this one is significantly worse than the first and if i wasnt already before writing this i certainly now am never seeing the pearly gates. AGAIN IF THIS ISNT UR THING DONT READ

read part one here!!

word count: 2.6k

warnings: preacher!ellie , christian!reader . some random bitch named paisleigh i tried to go for names karen would pick. fem!reader , dom!ellie , sub!reader . rough sex . church sex they are in the church please dont be mad at me LMFAOOOO . oral (e!receiving) , inappropriate use of holy water?? lol. established relationship (secret lovers). internalised homophobia + religious trauma , mean!ellie , she’s mostly very nice , just punishing reader and suuuuper clouded by internalised homophobia. degrading/slight humiliation kink , corruption kink if you squint , dacryphilia , spanking (r!receiving) , fingering (r!receiving) , hair pulling. dialogue heavy tbh ,, . use of the word whore. use of pet names : angel , sweet girl , good girl.

towards the back of the church, you sit next to ellie during the evening service. her warm palm covers most of your thigh, thumb rubbing gentle circles into your skin. it’s secret moments shared in plain sight that get you going, that make your heart flutter and knees weak.

it’s moments like these that increase the doubts you are having about your faith – not like ellie knows, and absolutely not like you would ever tell her. she is your lover, and you have trusted her with so much, but she could never understand this. she’s dedicated her life to the church like it’s her purpose, and you’re haunted by it.

so even as you feel yourself losing sight of the need for salvation, and as you find that you can only feel happy and free once you let go of religion, you will sit through every mass. you will pray with her. you will continue to live this hidden, shameful life, living with the knowledge that nobody else would approve of the way you love ellie.

and it gets difficult, hiding it. you’ve lived in fear, hiding the secret of your sexuality for so long, but ellie’s warmth and her gentle touch is something you wish you could show off.

the service ends, and ellie stays back as she often does to talk to anyone who needs her guidance. you sit and wait for her in the pews, growing impatient, and growing guilty as your thoughts run wild and you realise what an apostate you have become.

you fidget in your seat, antsy and itching for ellie to come back to you, so you’ll be alone once more, and free to feel her touch and her kiss that you so desperately crave. but she’s having a chat with her neighbour paisleigh, of course, who is asking ellie with some not-so-subtle judgement when she’s going to settle down to become a typical housewife. you scoff at such an idea.

ellie? settling down with a man? that’s laughable.

but watching her talk with paisleigh, the way her chapped lips move and the moonlight shining through a stained glass window hits her eyes, you need that kiss more than ever.

almost on autopilot, you trail towards ellie, standing beside her with a blank face.

she interrupts paisleigh for a moment, turning to you, there’s always that undeniable look of adoration in her eyes, how she always tries to make time for you, and be attentive towards you, and it curls the corners of your lips upwards.

“you alright?” ellie asks, quirking a brow in your direction, “somethin’ wrong or you’re just bored?”

and you realise you’re actually not sure why you came up to ellie – or, you do know, but it’s not something you could ask right now. so you just grab her hand instead of replying, and ellie’s gaze hardens. in an attempt to appear professional, she squeezes your hand before dropping it.

“is something wrong?”

“uh…”

paisleigh utters something under her breath, something that sounds a little mean, before she speaks up. “i should get going. i will see you tomorrow.”

“for sure,” ellie nods, smiling. “see you.”

and ellie doesn’t even spare you a glance, waiting until paisleigh exits the church. you’re alone, the church is empty, and it’s so silent you could hear a pin drop.

at this point, it’s a matter of who will break the silence, but ellie beats you to it. you know she’s not happy – she’s always bitching the second you come close to even subtly showing love to her when someone else is around.

“jealous or something?” ellie says, crossing her arms. she leans against a pew, crossing her ankles. “couldn’t handle hearin’ about me possibly settling down? or were you just in the mood to get us caught?”

“ellie, it’s not like that, i just–”

“then what was it like?” ellie challenges, raising her eyebrows. she’s got a real mean streak, and it only comes out when she wants to protect you.

“it was- j-just– i just wanted to be close,” you mutter, looking down, a newfound meekness in your tone, “it was just me holding your hand, i–”

“and if someone takes you holding my hand the wrong way, then what? hm? you’re willing to lose everything just to hold my hand? what, you’re that desperate for some attention?”

“i wasn’t thinking, i just–”

you don’t know when ellie got so close to you, but her hand grabs your chin and lifts your face so she can stare into your eyes. there’s not much of anger there. you know what it is, it’s her own internal struggle, that she’s only taking out on you because she saw an opportunity.

“not thinking, huh?” ellie snorts, then caresses your cheek, a far cry from the callous tone she’s giving you. “poor girl, wanted me so bad, is that it?”

your lips are sealed, a doe look in your eyes that makes ellie smirk.

“talk. you wanted me, hm? use your words.”

“i just wanted a kiss,” you say quietly, “or at the very least, j-just a hug.”

“awe,” ellie croons, pulling you close. her heart isn’t calm like usual and you can hear it, the harboured speed she gained in fear of your secret being revealed. she’s warm as ever, her hands on your waistline and chin resting on your shoulder. “well here’s your hug, angel. but you know what i think?”

“...what?”

“you’ve forgotten where the fuck we are.”

ellie pulls away from you, and shoves you in the direction of the altar, causing you to gasp and catch yourself with your arms on the white table.

“we are in a place of worship. in the house of god, sweet girl, do you know what god thinks of people like us?”

you look down at your hands. “we’re… sinners.”

“that’s right,” ellie hums in approval. she ends up behind you, a hand gripping your throat to pull your back against her chest. “we’re sinners. and you went as far as to want me, to be thinking these kinds of thoughts during our service, in which we are to honour him. if you’re that much of a whore, i’ll give you what you want right here, right now.”

you splutter, quick shock taking over completely. “i- wha- here? in church? ellie, y- we can’t, this isn’t priv–”

“nobody’s watching,” ellie murmurs into your ear, leaving a kiss right where your shoulder meets your neck. “nobody except god himself. so why don’t i teach you a little lesson, show god how sorry you are?”

oh.

“i…”

ellie’s hand slides down your neck and to your back, pushing, pushing, until you’re bent over the altar. she tugs at the hem of your dress with one hand, the other trailing up the back of your thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake like little electric sparks.

“let this punishment be our prayer. our repentance,” ellie suggests, holding your dress up. a finger traces slowly over the outline of your panties, such a feather light touch you almost don’t feel it, until she’s tugging them down and letting them pool on the floor over your mary janes. “remind me, what are we?”

you’re preoccupied, trembling over the altar and mulling over in your mind the way the air brushes against the heat in your cunt.

preoccupied, until there’s a stinging pain spreading over your ass, and a slap echoing through the empty church, followed by your own yelp.

“i said,” ellie speaks through gritted teeth, repeating herself, “what are we?”

“sinners,” you answer, voice wavering. “so sorry, i– ah!”

another spank, right on the other ass cheek this time. ellie chuckles, her large hands kneading over soft skin to soothe the sting of it.

“we are sinners, and we always beg for forgiveness, don’t we, my angel? so how dare you–” the word dare is punctuated by another spank over the middle of your ass. “-think something so sinful in a time where we are supposed to be holy?"

a pathetic mewl whines past your lips and you tremble even more, “i’m sorry, ellie, but the–”

“don’t be apologising to me,” ellie says, chuckling. she cups your cheeks in her hands from behind, tilting your head up. your eyes focus on the large wooden crucifix hanging on the back wall of the cathedral. “apologise to him.”

“oh,” you whisper, the heat of embarrassment bubbling inside your stomach, rising to your face. “yes. of course.”

ellie’s face appears beside you, a soft kiss pressing against your shoulderblade. “i love you,” she whispers, and she loses sight of herself for a moment – forgetting where her values are, forgetting her internal battles for just a moment to show you something tender, a warning, a reminder that she is playing.

and just when you think the harsher treatment is over, she gives you this short warning that almost doesn’t register in your mind. she slaps your cunt, and she laughs at the way you buck your hips away from her hand.

“this is not going to be gentle. you didn't think your punishment was over, did you?” ellie teases, two fingers spreading open the soaking folds, gathering creamy slick over the pads of her digits. she lives for every reaction you have, every shudder and every little gasp. “tell me, sweet girl, what happens if you sin?”

“y-you’re damned,” you reply, trying to focus your gaze over the cross, and your back arches when two of ellie’s fingers slowly slide inside. “damned to hell.”

“yes,” ellie answers, an audible strain in her voice, where she grits her teeth over the feeling of your walls clenching around her long digits. “and is there a way to save yourself?”

“by… oh, el– by looking to god,” you say. your voice is barely above a whisper, but ellie nods anyway, slowly beginning to move her fingers. “and by apologising, a-and seeking forgiveness from the lord, and y-you can be absolved of s– ffuck.”

ellie is hardly listening to your answer at this point. you can’t see her, but if you could, the look on her face would be tantalising enough. lip pulled between her teeth, thick brows burrowed over narrowed eyes as she watches her fingers coat with your wetness.

“you’re right,” ellie whispers, flitting her gaze up to the back of your head again. “so what are you gonna say now, angel? do you want to be an angel? or keep being a whore?”

“i-i’m sorry, lord,” you plead, a moan choking out as ellie speeds up her pace, thrusting in your pussy, squelching, wet sounds echoing in the church and increasing your embarrassment. “please f-forgive me, for disrespecting you, in a t-time meant for w– ellie!”

the shriek comes as ellie’s free hand spanks your ass again, and she growls, “now apologise for both of us. like we always do.”

you nod, panting softly, but there aren’t many words coming to mind at the moment. think, think, we pray every time. this shouldn’t be hard.

ellie’s fingers slide in and out of you, and she smirks when she feels your clench around her again. the pace is so fast you can’t keep up, and her fingers pound so roughly it almost burns. a knot builds in your stomach, tears in your eyes.

pulled out of your daze, ellie rips a cry out of you as she grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs your head upwards to look at the cross after noticing your head fall. she keeps her grip tight. a hot tear slides down your cheek.

“aw, angel, this shouldn’t be hard,” ellie coos, almost as though she read your mind. “are you sorry?”

“yes, yes,” you whine, hands holding onto the edge of the altar for stability. “please, oh f-fuck, ellie.”

“please? please what, angel?” ellie asks, smirking. “you’re not cumming until you can show god you’re sorry for this.”

“i’m sorry!” you cry, a tear or two dripping onto the white tablecloth on the altar. “please, lord, f-forgive us, we have- are sinning, again, a-and- ahh, mmff,..”

ellie almost rolls her eyes, a large grin on her face that she can’t wipe off for the life of her – you can’t get a full sentence out, and she’s proud.

“please guide us, and p– protect us from future error,” you continue, “thank you for your f-forgiveness.”

“good,” ellie murmurs, easing up some of her relentless pace only to make you more comfortable, “keep cryin’, maybe your tears’ll convince someone to believe you.”

you can’t bother to reply, though ellie’s finally, for once, acknowledged how unapologetic you both are. not sorry, just guilty.

“el– ellie, i’m going to– mm, right, yea, like that please-”

ellie releases her grip on your hair, and hooks a strong arm around you. she laughs as your cunt twitches when her hand begins rubbing at your puffy clit, now with nothing on her mind but the goal of making you cum.

it doesn’t take long after that. a cord in your stomach snaps, unravelling as you shake and tremble and jitter, loud, lewd moans filling the silence of the empty church.

pulling away, leaving your wrecked hole empty, her fingers poke at your lips. as you still come down from such intensity, ellie lets you lean against her while your lips part and take her fingers in, sucking the slick off of them.

“good girl,” ellie whispers, her other hand smoothing your dress down and patting your ass. “you’ll make a perfect angel, so obedient like that.”

you hum around ellie’s fingers, hands lazily grabbing at her wrist, half lidded eyes trained on the veins in her hand.

“i need you to do one more thing for me, can you do that?” ellie asks, taking her fingers out of your mouth. she kisses the corner of your lips, and then grips your shoulders, beginning to push you down. “kneel.”

glassy eyes peering up at ellie, tear stained cheeks and a small pout on your lips, she grunts and reaches for her belt. “ah, fuck...”

she’s ruined you.

unzipping her pants, ellie takes down both the slacks and her grey boxers at once. there’s no time to process anything before she’s got a hand on the back of your head, gently prompting you to move closer, enticing you towards her messy cunt.

ellie looks down at you, huffing a breath out of her nose when she meets your eyes. “c’mere, angel, let me mess up that pretty face even more. just– aw, shit, uh-huh.”

your nose tickled by auburn bush, you press your face against her and flick your tongue out, lapping over her clit. the memory of your dwindling faith is hazy in this moment, nothing but ellie’s moans and taste filling your senses.

“that’s it,” ellie praises, leaning back against the altar to keep herself from growing weak. her hand begins to move your head, and you almost can’t keep up with it. “just so– mmm, ffuck yeah, shit, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

hands folded in your lap, there isn’t much you can do but take this, especially when ellie begins rutting her hips towards you. lips and tongue melting between thrusts and the hand moving you up and down, meeting ellie’s pulsing cunt, tasting her essence.

“sh– fuck,” ellie grunts, staring down at you, pretty green eyes jaded in pleasure, bushy brows knit together, and chapped lips groaning explicit praise while she teeters on the edge of orgasm.

“so, so, nnng, s-so fucking good, that’s my girl.”

your desperate whimpers vibrating through ellie’s core are what does it. she fucks her pussy against your face with a guttural moan, head tipped back in pleasure.

and when it’s all over, she lifts you to your feet, redresses herself. chuckling at the sight of your wrecked face, lips and chin covered in spit and slick, ellie kisses you with the gentlest affection.

“good girl, you handled that so well. hm, shit, you’re messy.”

looking for something to clean you off with, the only thing ellie can find around is holy water. smirking, she pours some onto her hands, and massages it over your face.

“amen,” she whispers, nodding her head.

and ellie’s smile grows genuine when half lidded eyes meet her own, and you bow your head.

“amen.”

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i may consider a part 3 let me know if you want it :) it would be fluffier 😭 maybe they'd leave the church? mybe consummating a marriage iywim... hmm...

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xxoxobree · 9 months

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The Boy Is Mine

Miles Morales x Black Fem Spider-person Reader v Gwen Stacy.

Summary: He saved you and She didn’t want to and maybe she was right because the boy is now yours.

WARNINGS: Fighting, bad words, I think that’s it.

A/n: I was tied!!! Of seeing Miles cheat with Gwen so I took matters into my own hands. This is probably one of the best stories I’ve ever written too so don’t skip. I had so much fun writing this.

For the past 2 years, you've been the one and only Spider-woman. Everyone knows the story by now, bitten by a radioactive spider, and now you spend your time protecting the city. Everything was going great. Or that's what you wanted to believe as you fought Wilson Fisk, a person who is supposed to be behind bars. This Wilson was different - bigger, stronger, he was giving you a run for your money.

"What have they been feeding you at the Raft, Willie?" You quipped as you dodged a punch. "Haha, missed me," you said, landing a punch combo to his jaw.

"You stupid spiders are always in the way," he said, managing to catch you off guard, knocking you back. This fight is definitely gonna take a while.

"Who are you anyway, where's Spider-Man?" Fisk asked, walking menacingly toward you as you lay on the floor to catch a breath.

"I don't get paid enough for this," you said, getting up, squaring up with the large man.

Spider-Man, what are you talking about, Fisk?" You asked the man leaping backwards, dodging all of his hits.

"Enough of this talk, this ends now," Fisk said, running toward you. You charged back, your fist balled, about to strike, but he dodged and caught you by your throat.

"Another spider under my belt," Fisk said, laughing as he squeezed your throat. Gasping for air, you tried your best to break free from his grip, but your vision began to fade out. Your strength left you, and your eyes began to close. All you wanted to do was sleep, but you blinked your eyes again. Maybe you were hallucinating from the lack of oxygen, but a portal with glowing lights appeared, and two other spider personas flew forward, knocking Fisk out. You dropped to the floor, gasping for air, but still fainted in the process.

You probably weren't out for long, but you heard faint voices, a female and a male.

"What do we do, Gwen? We can't just leave her here."

"Miles, what are we supposed to do? We can't take her back to HQ."

You were too weak to actually open your eyes to see who was talking. Too weak to stop them from kidnapping you and taking you to wherever HQ was. You tried to let out a small groan, but it was useless.

"That's exactly what we need to do, Gwen. She needs medical care."

"Ughhh.... Fine, you grab her."

You heard footsteps move towards you, and your body being lifted before you succumbed to the darkness around you again.

✨HQ✨

Your bloodshot eyes shot open as you sat up, feeling around for your mask that wasn't on your face. You heard the fast-paced beeping of a heart monitor, letting you know your heart rate was up as you ripped all the pads off of you, standing ready to leave the room before two people came walking inside. You immediately got in defense mode as you studied them - an older man in a blue suit with a spider on the front, and a younger boy about your age in a black suit, also with a spider on the front.

"Where the fuck am I, and who are you?" you said, pointing.

"Welcome to HQ, Spiderwoman. I'm Spider-Man, and he's Spider-Man. Glad you survived. Miles, I'll leave you to it," the older man in the blue suit said, walking away.

Miles walked closer to you, setting off your spider senses. You closed one of your eyes, moving your head to the side, resting your hand on your head. "Don't come any closer," you said.

You're probably not used to that, but you're like me, it does that sometimes. I'm Miles.

"Yeah, I got that from earlier," you said, flopping back on the hospital cot, still very much in pain.

Miles wasn't in the room when they took off your mask, so this was the first time he saw your face. He scanned every detail of your face, taking in the way your plump lips formed into a natural pout, or maybe that was just because you were in pain. The way your brown eyes sparkled under the bright white light, he couldn't help but be captivated by your gaze. He loved your braids and the way your pink beads rattled every time you moved.

Miles felt something stir in the pit of his stomach the longer he looked at you. Maybe it was just gas from the spicy food he ate earlier, he thought, in denial of the growing attraction he felt for a stranger.

"Well, aren't you gonna tell me your name?" Miles finally mustered the courage to ask.

You turned to face him, the pain momentarily forgotten as you observed his silly smirk. You weren't usually the friendliest person, but there was something about Miles that felt different, something that made you want to open up.

"I'm Y/n," you replied, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

Nice to meet you Y/n," Miles said, offering his hand. You looked at it. "I'd shake your hand, but I'm in too much pain right now," you said, causing both of you to laugh. There it was, that fluttering feeling in the pit of Miles' stomach again as he watched a beautiful smile grace your face.

"So, what is this place and why am I here?" you asked Miles, curiosity shining in your eyes. "This is the Spider Society. We brought you here because you were in bad shape from fighting Fisk," Miles explained. You coughed a bit. "Yup, he whooped my ass," you said, making both you and Miles burst into laughter again.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, Gwen stood outside the door, her eyes fixed on the scene unfolding inside. With each word you said to Miles, with each chuckle you elicited from him, the flames of jealousy ignited within her. Unable to bear it any longer, she burst into the room, startling both you and Miles.

"What the fuck? You didn't even have to do all that, shawty," You exclaimed. Miles stood up, a look of surprise on his face. "Gwen, this is Y/n, Spider-woman, the one we helped," he explained, pointing toward you.

"Oh, hi. I'm glad you're okay," Gwen said, her words laced with a hint of insincerity.

This your girl Miles ?" You asked.

"No, no." They both said in unison dragging their o's. It was obvious to you that there was more to the story by the way she busted into the room but that was none of your business.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Y/n. We should get going," Gwen said, gently tugging Miles towards the door.

Before leaving, Miles tossed you a watch that you effortlessly caught. "Maybe we can see each other again," he said, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. You smiled, watching him walk away.

"Hmmm," you hummed, examining the watch before clasping it onto your wrist. "Maybe we will, Spider-Man."

As Gwen and Miles made their way through the headquarters, Miles couldn't ignore Gwen's evident distress. He studied her face and body language.He called out to her, "Gwen?"

Getting no response, Miles tried a sing-songy voice, calling her name once more. "What, Miles?" she replied, her voice tinged with bitterness.

"I know you're upset. Do you want to talk or not?" Miles asked, genuinely wanting to understand what was bothering her.

"Why don't you go talk to Y/n?"

"Gwen, are you serious? I barely know her, but she's a cool girl," Miles defended, trying to reassure her.

"Oh, she's cool now?" Gwen's tone dripped with sarcasm and doubt.

Miles gently reached for Gwen's hand, stopping her in her tracks, making her face him directly. "Look, Gwen, you don't have to worry about her, okay?" he said softly.

Gwen's expression softened, and she nodded, a flicker of trust returning to her eyes. "Alright, Miles. She said giving him a small punch to the shoulder.

✨The Mission✨

You were back in your dimension 2 days post fight with Fisk feeling good as new. You were in bed, examining the watch Miles gave you, when a hologram of a woman appeared, making you scream.

"Oh hey there new recruit, I'm Lyla," she said, waving.

"Hi... Lyla," you said slowly, waving back.

"Sorry to scare you, but the boss needs you at HQ, your first mission... Yayyyy, so suit up," she said before disappearing.

"Uh, okay," you said, slipping into your skintight suit and mask, slapping on your watch, struggling to find out how to get it to work because no one gave you a tutorial. But you managed using your genius brain and stepped through the portal, gracefully landing in a dark room with monitors.

"Great, you're here......Miles!" the man you were familiar with but never got his name called out.

From the shadows, Miles emerged with a smile on his face. "Good to see you again, Mamita," he said.

"Oh, we're using pet names now?" you said, matching his flirty energy.

"That's enough," Miguel said as he stood before you two. "Anomaly in Earth 746, catch it."

"Anomaly?" you questioned.

"I'll tell you all about it later," Miles said, grabbing your hand, opening a portal, and pulling you through.

You dusted off your hands. The mission went well, a little too well, especially for a Goblin mission.

"You're pretty good, Miles."

"You too, Mamita. Gotta say, I doubted you a little after the Fisk fight," he teased.

"Oh, whatever," you said, rolling your eyes, chuckling a bit.

You moved closer to Miles, mere inches between you two, as you ran your fingers along his jawline.

Miles' breath hitched as you touched him, his hazel eyes expressing the tension between you two. There was no denying that Miles was handsome, and you were eager to learn more about him.

"So what dimension are you from, Papa?" you asked playfully, a flirtatious smile gracing your lips.

"1610. Maybe we could go there?" Miles responded, his voice filled with anticipation.

"Take a girl on a date first, Miles," you laughed, teasing him gently.

"No, I didn't mean it like that. I..." Miles stammered, trying to explain himself.

"I would love to see your dimension, Miles," you interrupted, cutting him off.

And so, Miles took you to his dimension.

"This is Brooklyn." Miles said as you two stood atop the Williamsburg Bank building, you marveled at the city below. It was similar to your own home, yet distinctly different. Miles watched in awe as your eyes sparkled at the city, feeling a flutter in his stomach.

"It's beautiful, Miles," you whispered, taking a seat to soak in the view.

He walked forward and sat beside you, his face beaming with joy. You turned towards him, a warm smile on your lips.

"So, what's your story, big head?" you asked, playfully leaning on him.

"My story?" Miles responded, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"You're Spider-Man, Miles. What's your origin?" you asked , curious him.

"You know, regular Spider-Man stuff. I gained my powers and now I fight bad guys," Miles answered, a humble tone in his voice.

"That's not what I meant," you said, giving him a small shove. "What's the real story? I was bitten by a radioactive spider too, two years ago on a field trip to Oscorp. Your world doesn't seem to have Oscorp." You sighed, frustration and sadness mixing in your voice. "I got these crazy powers that I didn't know what to do with, so I decided to keep them a secret and pretend that I was a regular kid."

The weight of your words hung heavy in the air as you choked up, memories flooding back. Miles noticed your distress and perked up. "It's okay, you don't have to share if you don't want to," he said, trying to comfort you.

But something compelled you to open up, to let go of the burden you had been carrying alone for so long. You rested your hand gently on top of his. "I pretended to be some regular kid, and that led to me losing my mom. And from then on, I decided to help everyone else," you finished.

Miles's heart stung as he listened to your story. "I lost someone close to me too, my uncle Aaron. He was shot saving me," he shared, the pain evident in his voice.

A sense of understanding and connection washed over you both. You leaned your head on his shoulder. "See, that's your story, Papa," you said softly, appreciating the bond that formed between you. "You know, Miles, it's so nice to have someone to talk about this stuff with now," you added, gazing at the sun setting on the horizon.

That moment solidified your blooming relationship with Miles. Whenever you had free time, you would pop into his dimension, and vice versa. Now, in your suit, you found yourself in dimension 1610, patiently waiting for Miles to catch up as you swung through the bustling city.

"Keep up, Miles," you teased, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you effortlessly jumped from building to building, landing with grace. The two of you were headed back to his house, where Jeff and Rio, his parents, adored you and had grown fond to your presence after all the time you spent with Miles.

They couldn't wrap their head around the whole different dimension thing and just assumed Miles' imagination had run wild. You two walked through his front door.

"Hey Mama Rio," you greeted Miles' mom.

"Hey Mija."

"Hey Mom," Miles said, hugging his mom before the two of you walked into his room. You two were too caught up in conversation to notice a guest. Gwen. She cleared her throat, making you two snap your attention towards her.

"Gwen, hey," Miles said nervously. "What are you - what are you doing here?"

"I came to see you because I barely see you anymore, but now I know why," Gwen answered.

You snickered a bit, knowing you essentially snatched Miles from Gwen.

"Oh, that's funny?" Gwen asked.

You threw your hands up in surrender, not wanting to get into it with her.

"We were about to watch a movie, order some pizza. You can stay if you want," Miles offered to pacify Gwen, but he was hoping she'd turn it down. He cherished his alone time with you.

"No, it's fine, Miles. I'll leave," Gwen said with a hint of frustration in her voice.

"Uh, okay. Bye," Miles said

"Bye, Gwendolyn," you added, unable to hide the small smirk on your face.

Gwen turned to you and asked, "You know what, can we talk outside, Y/n?"

Rolling your eyes, you agreed, "Sure, why not?" You grabbed Miles' hand, signaling for him to come along.

"Alone," Gwen insisted, her tone unwavering.

"Okay... I'll be back, papa," you said to Miles, giving him a smile and a pat on the cheek.

As you followed Gwen out of the window and onto the roof, you could feel the tension building up. Once you reached a secluded corner, she turned to face you, arms folded.

"What is your problem?" she asked, her voice filled with accusation.

"Girl, what are you talking about?" you answered defensively.

"Miles," she replied, her tone laced with frustration.

"What about him? He's fine, great even," you said, walking closer to her.

"Don't play dumb, Y/n," Gwen snapped.

"What are you getting at, Gwen?" you said, your tone becoming pointed as you grew tired of the conversation.

"He's mine, Y/n, and you're trying to steal him away," her voice filled with possessiveness.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Yours?" you asked, shaking your head. "Gwen, you lost him the day you two saved me."

As the words left your mouth, the truth hung heavy in the air. Gwen had been holding onto her feelings for Miles while pretending everything was okay. But deep down, she knew that the connection between you and Miles was undeniable.

What you didn't see coming was a slap across your face from Gwen, not thinking she was bold enough to do it. The sting of her actions lingered in the air as shock resonated through your entire being. And what Gwen didn't see was Miles, camouflaged and watching you two from a distance. He didn't hear anything you two talked about, but he sure did see the slap.

As the pain subsided, you didn't retaliate. Deep down, you and Gwen both knew that you had won this battle, that Miles was now dedicated to you.

"Why would you do that, Gwen?" You heard a voice behind you, and turned to see Miles standing there, his eyes filled with disappointment.

You watched in satisfaction as Gwen's eyes widened, realizing that she had not only hurt you but also jeopardized her chances with Miles. She had unknowingly made it even easier for you to snatch his affection away from her.

"Miles, I..." Gwen stammered, unable to find the right words to justify her actions.

"Why would you hit her?" Miles asked, his voice filled with a mix of anger and hurt.

"You didn't hear what she said, Miles. She's trying to tear us apart. You were mine," Gwen spewed out, desperately clinging to her fading hopes.

"Yours? I'm not some object, Gwen," Miles retorted, his voice laced with disappointment. "Is that why you brought her outside? To hit her?"

A heavy silence hung in the air as Gwen struggled to find an explanation, her words failing her. The truth had been laid bare, and Miles saw her for who she truly was.

"Save it, Gwen," Miles said, his voice firm. "You just showed me the type of person you really are. I've been pining after you for months, and you always brushed me off. But now, now I have someone who actually likes me back."

With those words, he took your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

You looked at Gwen, a smug look on your face as you squeezed Miles' hand tighter.

"You don't mean that, Miles."Gwen said.

"Yes, I do," Miles turned to you. "She likes me back, and she's the most caring, sweetest, funniest person in this dimension and every other," Miles said, making you tear up a bit, your lip bottom poking out.

"You're so cute when you do that," Miles said.

Gwen watched as her heart slowly broke. She had played with Miles,but now she had lost the game. She wanted to look away, but she couldn't. She should be the one he said all those things to. The tears pricked her eyes.

"Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?" The words echoed in Gwen's head, the final blow that made her tears roll down her face.

"Of course, I will, papa," you said, jumping on Miles and giving him a tight hug before pulling back and giving him a big kiss, your first one in front of his former crush.

You and Miles turned to Gwen, watching as she continued to cry.

"You should go, Gwen," you said, your heart aching a bit for the girl, but not a lot.

Miles grabbed your hand as the two of you walked off toward the stairwell, leaving Gwen behind.

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 months

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Running Jason a warm bath after a long night and washing his hair for him 😩

Just taking care of my babygirl, as god intended 🤣 and I didn’t know how to end this one cuz I suck at endings amongst other things. 🦦

‘You know you didn’t have to do all this for me sweetheart, I can run my own bath.’ Jason said upon entering the bathroom with a tired smile.

‘Yes I am very aware of that, but as your partner I should be allowed to take care of you once in a while, especially considering how reliant you’re being on that there doorframe for the past five minutes.’ You pointed out to him, smiling upon seeing him try to alter his stance but it was already too late. You knew that tonight’s patrol was a rough one from the look of exhaustion upon Jason’s face, right down to the sound of his voice and mentally thanked yourself for running that bath beforehand as you dipped a hand in the water to make sure that it was still the perfect temperature; humming in satisfaction when it was.

‘It wasn’t that bad.’ Jason defended and when you looked over at him with an expression that told him that you didn’t quite buy into that excuse, he truly believed in that moment that you could see right through him as he sighs. ‘Okay it was bad but-‘

‘No buts, strip and get in the bath.’ Your demand cuts him off as you pointed towards the bathtub and yet despite being worn out, Jason still found it in himself to want to tease you a little. By raising both brows and as a smirk blossomed across his lips he innocently asks. ‘What, no foreplay? Didn’t know this was going to be one of those nights, sweetheart. Though then again I know that seeing me shirtless is your weakness.’ You playfully smacked his arm, trying your hardest not to give him the satisfaction of being right as he swiftly removed the top layer of his clothing before getting to work on the bottom half.

‘Don’t flatter yourself Jaybirdie.’ You replied, moving your gaze elsewhere in the bathroom as the sound of clothes hitting the floor reached your ears until that sound was replaced by bare feet walking towards the bathtub, only to stop once behind you as you felt Jason’s figure looming over you, his breath fanning the back of your neck. ‘Don’t need to when you already do that in the first place.’ He whispered in your ear cheekily before kissing your temple.

‘Just get in the bath dummy.’ You said softly and Jason laughs but does as you ask.

God you hated that man so much for being a pain in your ass sometimes and yet you love him even more for it also.

‘Aren’t you going to join me babe? There’s enough room for two.’ Jason says as he allows himself to become relaxed in the warm, slightly lavender scented water, looking as though he was going to fall asleep right then and there with how hard he fought to keep his eyes open. ‘While the offer is tempting, I’m gonna have to pass.’ You knelt beside the bathtub and began to wet his hair, careening your fingers through it in the process, hearing him groan. ‘I want this to be all about you. My beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.’ You add as you reached for the bottled shampoo, lathering a generous amount into your hands before working it into his hair, deeply massaging his scalp.

Jason groans again, pressing his head further against your hands, practically melting under your touch and looking as though he had finally touched heaven. ‘Does it feel good?’ You asked him as you moved your hands to focus on areas you haven’t gotten to yet, intentionally slowing down the pace you’ve set for yourself so that could live in this moment for a little while longer. ‘Feels so good babe.’ Jason purrs, his body having now leant up against the side of the bathtub closest to you. ‘You’re doing such a good job taking care of me. I don’t know what I’d do without you on most days.’

‘You’ll never have to because you’re stuck with me until you grow sick of me big guy.’ You told him and once you were confident that you hadn’t missed a anything, you then began to wash the shampoo out of Jason’s hair, running your fingers through it for shampoo suds you might’ve missed otherwise. ‘I could never get sick of you sweetheart.’ Jason admits, keeping his eyes firmly shut so that no shampoo manages to get into his eyes. ‘If anything I find more things to love you for, things like running me a bath and washing my hair like you are right now.’ He chuckles as he reaches up to grab one of your hands once you were done, kissing the back of it and looking you in the eyes as you instinctively go to cup his cheek.

‘Who’d knew Jason Todd was such a sap.’ You teased, pressing a kiss to his nose and letting out a little surprise squeal when he playfully bit your bottom lip before pulling away.

‘Only for you chipmunk.’ Jason replied. ‘Only for you.’

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soulofapatrick · 2 months

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Nothing Changes - Aaron Hotchner x female reader

Summary: You wake the next morning to an empty bed and panic

Words: 1.3K

Warnings: None; fluffy

Notes: I'm really sorry for writing so much Hotch, I'm rewatching criminal minds and all these story ideas for him have been on my mind

Waking up to an empty bed, I feel my heart sink as the realization hits me: Hotch isn’t lying beside me anymore. Panic flutters in my chest as my mind races through a flurry of thoughts. Of course, he left. He couldn’t stay, not without risking our jobs, our reputations, and maybe even our friendship. What if one of the team found out? What would they think of me? They’d probably assume I’m taking advantage of Hotch, especially considering it’s only been two years since Haley’s passing. The man seems to still be grieving, and here I am, complicating things even more.

The distant sound of the shower running breaks through my panic, and relief floods through me, mingling with a tinge of nervousness. Maybe he hadn’t left entirely. Maybe there’s still a chance, a hope that last night wasn’t just a fleeting moment of weakness, but something more. Last night was the first time we gave in to the building sexual tension between us.

His clothes are still strewn across my room, a tangible reminder of the intimacy we shared. I can’t help but replay the events of last night in my mind—the way his touch ignited a fire within me, the way his eyes held mine with an intensity I couldn’t ignore. The way he was so gentle yet so dominant, knowing how to work my body right.

As I slowly come to wakefulness, the sound of the shower grows louder, filling the empty space with its steady rhythm. Part of me longs to join him, to lose myself in the warmth of his embrace once more. But another part of me hesitates, afraid of what this newfound connection might mean for us both.

Before I can decide both of our phones are ringing, the shrill sound makes my head hurt and I’m groaning, burying my face in the pillow Hotch had previously slept on. The phones ring till they stop and I count to four before both start ringing again, ruining the peace this almost domestic moment.

I’m smacking the bed in faint protest before wriggling over to the nearest phone and answering, “Yeah?”

No one speaks for a second before I recognise JJ clearing her throat, “We need you in, we’ve got a case.” There’s amusement in her tone that has me frowning before my heart drops for the second time this morning.

“JJ…” I pause, swallowing thickly, “This is Hotch’s phone, isn’t it?” I groan, turning my head to look at the bedside table to see my phone sitting there, “Oh god!”

“I won’t say a word,” She pauses and I hear her stifle a small laugh, I won’t tell if you tell me all about it on girls night.”

“Deal.” I reluctantly agree before hanging up and throwing Hotch’s phone somewhere on the bed.

I climb out of bed, feeling the cool air against my skin as I pad to the bathroom, wearing nothing but Hotch’s button up I throw on haphazardly, not bothering to do it up.

Hotch stands under the shower, his silhouette obscured by the mist, like a figure emerging from a dream. The gentle stream of water traces the contours of his body, sculpting shadows and highlights that accentuate every line and sinew. Droplets cling to his skin, glistening like diamonds in the soft light filtering through the steam.

His shoulders, broad and powerful, bear the weight of countless burdens, yet in this moment, they seem almost weightless, as if the water washes away the weight of the world. The water cascades over his chest, tracing the ripple of muscle, each movement a testament to strength and resilience.

His jawline is sharp, chiseled, a portrait of determination and resolve. The water courses over it, tracing the curve of his lips, the faintest hint of a smile playing at the corners. There’s a vulnerability in that smile, a glimpse of the man behind the stoic facade, and it steals my breath away.

His eyes, closed in peaceful repose, are hidden from view, yet I can imagine them so clearly—deep pools of darkness, windows to a soul that has weathered storms and emerged unbroken. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and in that moment, I feel as though I can see straight into his.

Every inch of him is a study in contrasts—the strength and vulnerability, the resilience and tenderness—all wrapped up in one beautiful, complex package. And as I watch him, bathed in the gentle embrace of the water, I feel something stir within me, something deep and unspoken.

It’s as if with each droplet that falls, my heart beats a little faster, my breath catches a little tighter. In that moment, I realize just how deeply I’ve fallen for him, how every part of me longs to reach out and touch him, to pull him close and never let go.

I give in to that want, stepping towards the shower, the warm water enveloping me like a comforting embrace. With a quick motion, I shrug off his shirt, feeling the fabric slip from my skin, and I step under the water next to him. Droplets cascade over us, mingling with the steam, as I close the distance between us.

My fingers tremble as I reach out, brushing lightly up his toned bicep, tracing the contours of muscle beneath his skin. A small sound escapes him, a mixture of surprise and pleasure, as he looks down to meet my gaze. His cognac eyes soften as they meet mine, warmth and affection swirling within their depths.

His hands find my hips, fingers tracing patterns against my skin, as if mapping out the curves and contours of my body. There’s a tenderness in his touch, a gentleness that belies the strength of the man before me. With each caress, he stirs something deep within me, igniting a fire that burns brighter with each passing moment.

I feel a surge of longing, an ache that resonates deep within my soul, as his touch sends shivers coursing through me. It’s as if every nerve in my body is alight with electricity, every sense heightened by the intensity of his presence.

And then, without hesitation, he pulls me flush against him, his lips finding mine in a searing kiss. It’s a collision of desire and longing, a meeting of souls bound together by the undeniable pull of attraction. His lips are soft against mine, a gentle exploration that sets my heart ablaze.

“Can we just stay here?” I mumble, pulling away from the kiss to rest my head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath my cheek. I don’t care if we’re late, if I have to dry my hair before we leave, if we miss the plane. I don’t care for anything except the safety of Hotch’s strong arms wrapped around me.

“I don’t suppose the only reason you came in was to shower with me, was it?” He hooks a finger under my chin and makes me look up at him, an eyebrow raise and an amused look on his face.

“No,” I can’t help but pout, drawing a chuckle from him and he ducks down to press a kiss to my forehead, “we have a case.”

“Well,” he brushes my now wet hair from my face, “We have about an hour.”

“It takes me 45 on a good day Hotch.” I grumble and his eyes widen a little in disbelief as I’ve never told anyone where I live let alone how long it takes me to get to work until now. Until the very man I’ve been dreaming of for months is standing, very, very naked in my shower.

“Alright sweetheart, we’ll pick up some coffee on the way in.” My heart flutters at the pet name, my cheeks heating up and I’m burying my face in his muscular chest, “Sweetheart?”

“What happens when we enter the office?” I mumble against his chest.

“Nothing has to change.”

“Nothing has to change?”

“I promise”

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kittykattropicanna · 3 months

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it's 2 am and i should sleep but i just read your prison penpal!ghost now it's rotting my brain!!!! ><

reader would so try to send him gifts if they're allowed. special holidays aren't miserable for him anymore as he would be accompanied by reader's sweet little presents!!!

Sleeps for the weak baby, sleep when you’re dead ;)

Of course you're going to look after your man, he does so much for you, the least you can do is send him some money to treat himself!!! maybe a gift or two you dirty girl :3

I know I promised to upload this last night after work but I was sleepy. IM SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME

TW: edging, Si fucks himself with your dirty panties, smut, masterbation (Reader and Simon) its just fucking disgusting and dirty, but also kinda sweet <3

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Absolutely, holy shit. After your first phone call, you’re his, he makes that so unbelievably clear through his next letters. :)))

Telling you how much he craves you, how you’re the only thing on his mind, describing in intimate detail how his gonna touch you, kiss you, fuck you :((((

His so fucking desperate for you, to the point he actually gets enraged knowing he can’t touch you. Just the thought of you being on the other side of the wall makes his skin crawl, you’re right there, only thick cement dividing him from you :((

Its even worse knowing that he can’t do anything about it >:(

Si’s a problem solver, he prides himself on being able to weasel his way out of practically any situation without a problem, if that’s reducing his sentence down to basically nothing or getting away with his little late night phone calls with you. He always finds a way to make it work, but for the first time ever, he can’t fix this, his stuck here. No exceptions, no sweet talking to get what he wants, no amount of calculated manipulation could get him out of this situation, and it makes him go absolutely mad.

At this point he has a year left of his sentence, his so fucking close to being let back into society, so close to finally being with you :(((

Letting his emotions (and dick) cloud his judgment, driving him to think about making stupid decisions such as an attempted jail break would be absolutely the worst idea of his entire life.

Ohhhhh, but its so tempting :(

But it would just put more time between you and him, as much as he wanted you now, he knew it was only going to rip him away from you again in the long run :/

And that’s if his even successful, one night with you would mean the world to him, but it wasn't worth being thrown back in jail, only separating the two of you for longer :(

He just needed to sit tight, let the days roll on and try not to think about your soft moans through the shitty speaker of the prison phone. :(((

He absolutely asked you to be official after speaking to you for the first time. It drives him crazy knowing when guys try and hit on you at the bar, you smile brightly and tell them that you're his, his to keep.

One of the guards asked him what’s the first thing his going to do when he gets out, with a dopey smile he chuckles a little

“See ma’ missus mate” his so fucking cute, his actually so obsessed with you, so proud that you’re his ;))))

Of course the other inmates wouldn’t know, and technically he most definitely shouldn’t of told a guard, news spreads, but he couldn’t help it, it slipped out, and you know what, he was fucking proud of it :)))

You 100% would send him money and gifts, Si makes a little money, about £35 a week either cleaning, laundry duties, basic maintenance, basically anything the job program can offer him.

The only issue being when he first signed up, he made sure that all his money was payed into Price’s bank account. He didn’t want to risk using it, the whole reason he started the work program was because he wanted to try and set himself up once he got out, at least have some type of savings waiting for him on the other side. Every now and then he regrets it, but he knows its for the best :/

Learning that Si was so strict with his money that he didn’t treat himself to anything didn’t sit well with you….and its not like you’re struggling financially, you work a good job and your daddy is always willing to send money if you ever needed it!!!!

A hundred odd pounds a month isn’t going to leave any sort of dint in your bank account, so of course your going to send Si some money to treat himself!!! You’re such a sweet, sweet girl :(((, his sweet, sweet girl.

You start sending the maximum amount each month which comes out to about £150, its the least you can do!! His your boyfriend! he might be a felon, a little perverted and rough around the edges, but to you, his perfect :)))

His so grateful as well :(( treating himself to snacks :((( chocolate bars, skittles and gummy’s, buying himself a book or two, replacing his flat, stained pillow and ratted blankets, getting himself some actually nice soap and a new toothbrush, buying clothes that actually fit him!!

His muscles have grown so much since being locked up :3 there’s nothing else to do besides lift weights, work and sit around :((((

“Sweetheart, I want ya’ to know, the second I get out of here, imma treat you real nice, give ya’ everything I can, look after ya’, protect ya’”

and

“The minute I get ya’ home, its all about you, yeah? Imma lay ya’ down and eat ya’ like a starved man, overstimulate that little cunt till ya’ beggin’ me to stop, fuck ya’ so deep and hard that you’ll forget ya’ fuckin’ name, whatever ya’ want darlin’ its all yours, been lookin’ after me so well….. imma show ya’ how much I appreciate it, as ya’ can probably tell, i’m more a man of action, poetry an’t ma style baby ;)”

Definitely learns origami from other inmates, makes little paper swans and hearts for you, the paper always being a little stained from his dirty fingers, obvious crease marks showing his folded it the wrong way and had to reattempt :))))

God he knows how to treat a women :33333

But what I really want to get into are the gifts you send him…..;)

As I established in my last fics about you sending things to Si, you absolutely send him innocent gifts.

Photos, one of your favourite gold necklaces, an oversized tee that smells like your perfume…. Cute little personal things so he can have a piece of you, nothing crazy :3

I feel like you were reading a spicy romance book. It mentioned the main character stealing his lovers used panties out of her dirty laundry basket, very quickly and idea clicked in your brain :((((

You wanted it to be a surprise for him :(((( you didn’t mention it to him in your letters, only telling him your working on a little something that’s crafted just for him ;))

Waking up in the morning you make sure to fuck yourself with your fingers :((

Covering your panties with your juices, making sure their absolutely soaked in your cum :((

Rubbing your thighs together while you’re at work, soaking through your panties with your arousal :((( thinking about Si eating your pussy just like he promised while in important meetings, loosing focus…. your boss pulling you aside and asking if you’re okay :((

Scrambling to find an answer to explain your distracted behaviour and flushed cheeks >:(

He ends up sending you home because you’re distracting everyone with your aloofness :(( putting the rest of your team behind because you're a selfish girl with a dirty mind >:( can’t even focus in your workplace because Si’s dirty words have taken over every aspect of your thoughts >:(

At the end of the day your panties are ruined with your slick, soaked all the way through and smelling of your orgasm just like you planned ;))

And when Si received your thong obviously used??? :000000 he let out a low grunt....

Just the idea that you did this for him, fully confirming in his mind that you wanted him, craved him just as much as he craved you made something animalistic set off in his mind….

Because he received your package in the middle of the day, he couldn’t hide and tend to himself like normal >:((((((

He needed you now, he needed to fuck his cock NOW, not wait till his cell mates were asleep, his heavy balls ached and he knew if he didn’t relieve himself soon, his blue balls would become unbearable >:(((( aching and hurting with each step, uncomfortable and frustrated :(

Purposely being a dick and coursing havoc with his inmates so he can be locked up for his disruptive and disrespectful behaviour ;)))))

A shit eating grin when his in handcuffs being walked to his cell, knowing your panties are tucked into his boxers ;))))) his won yet again ;)

Like I’ve said before, and I’ll say it again, he ALWAYS gets what he wants :)))

The second his cell locks his ripping his hard, leaky cock out and wrapping your used panties around himself :((((

Pumping his fat dick, the friction of the fabric making it that much more satisfying :((((

Closing his eyes and imagining you walking around all day, turned on and flustered for him >:((((( the idea of you restricting yourself from fucking other men because you're his, knowing all you want is to be filled with dick, have the feeling of a real cock fucking you, not your cold, rubber dildo >:(

His precum mixing with your juices only turns him on more, knowing that this is the closest he’ll get to fucking your cunt for now :((

As his big hands slowly pump his dick, wanting to savour the moment, he lets out animalistic grunts, slowly speeding up and then slowing his pace, he edges himself almost whimpering when he refrains from his release yet again :(((

Something about holding back satisfies him, his training himself for you, getting ready for when he fucks you for the first time, wanting to hold out long enough that he can rip orgasm after orgasm out of you, forming a white rim of your cum around the base of his cock :(((

Grunted whispers of your name falling from his lips as he tries to hold back yet again, legs twitching and face getting hot as uncontrollable ropes of cum finally release from his vainy cock :(((

His never cum that much in his life, your panties damp with his semen, dick so sensitive that even the feeling of the fabric from his boxes makes him flinch >:(((

You’re such a good girl, always knowing how to please him, feels like you know him inside and out already ;)

You just wait until he gets his hands on you sweet girl ;)))

Y'all are so fucking obsessed with each other I CAN'T

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byunpum · 8 months

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Hifwo

Pair: Neteyam x Y/N human reader

Warning: All characters are in their 20s (grow up), flirting, size difference, mmm I think nothing else

Request: (Anon) I was thinking about a neteyam x fem!human!reader. Reader is a short girl, maybe 4'11 (1.48) and Neteyam takes advantage of it and corners her to the wall...

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It was the fourth time Neteyam had checked that you were safe in the place where he had left you. You wanted to go hunting with him. Lo'ak had invited you to go for a walk with him and spider, kiri and tuk but you preferred to be with him. He liked you to stay with him, so you would see and learn how to hunt. But on the other hand, he was a little nervous about you being in a place as dangerous as the jungle of pandora. You were a human, anything was bigger than you, including him. Neteyam comes down from the branch he was on, causing him to make a startling noise as he falls right in front of you. You look up in alarm, and frustrate your brow. "teyam you scare me!!!" you whine a little, but your attention returns to the notebook in your hands. You were drawing some mushrooms that were next to you, they were very brightly colored.

"Sorry babe, but you're distracting me" neteyam says, coming a little closer to sit right in front of you. Touching your naked feet, he liked to play with your little toes. You laugh when you feel his cold hands, touching your feet. "Me? Why? I haven't moved from here" you speak, working on your drawing. "'Babe…" neteyam pauses, lowering his head to your knee, to kiss you on the knee. You look up, laughing at the action. You knew that neteyam's way of showing affection was more physical than yours, at first it made you uncomfortable. But by now you were used to it. This poor man was just asking to be loved and pampered after a busy day of chores that his father usually ordered him to do.

"You are so small, any creature could eat you" says neteyam, now he was sitting down. You laughed at his comment, you knew he was right. But you were not as weak as you looked, you knew you could run away from any creature. "Teyam you offend me, you know? I think I am very good at running away, not fighting…but I can run fast" you speak, with a tone of playfulness. Neteyam just looked at you with adoration, you were so cute. "Mmm I don't think so" says Neteyam. You lift your back a little off the back you were sitting on. Giving a punch to neteyam's chest, neteyam just watches as your punch doesn't have any effect on him. "Ok, I give up… but that doesn't mean I won't do my best to run away" you say.

Neteyam is silent for a moment, he was thinking what he would do in his next move. He chuckles to himself, as he begins to rise to his knees. " You think you can run away, ah?" asks neteyam in a flirty tone. As he lines up and slides over your body. Which in a matter of seconds, was covered by neteyam's. His whole body created a blanket that covered every view you had of you, raising your head to see neteyam's cute face. He had an idiot's grin on his face, analyzing how small you had become underneath him. You try to speak, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a 'I-hum-'. You were blushing so hard, damn it he knew the effect it had on you. Netayam bends lower, so that he is now close to your ear.

You could feel his breathing, his hot breath hitting the skin of your neck. "The creatures I speak of are much larger than me… they would have no mercy on you" neteyam places one of his hands, on the side of your thigh. Squeezing the soft skin, moving his palm gently up and down. Your breathing becomes more heaving, it was making you very nervous. "They would devour you in seconds" neteyam now leaves a kiss on your neck. Causing you to giggle from the tickle. "Nete…" you whimper a little. The feeling in your lower belly was building up, but he just replies you with a 'hmmm' as he continues to leave kisses on your shoulders and neck. You were grateful for the outfit kiri had prepared for you, it allowed neteyam to have all the access he wanted to your body.

"would you like to know how long it would take me to devour you?" neteyam pauses from kissing, waiting for an answer from you. You, as best you can, place your hands on the sides of her face. Your hands were so small, you could barely hold part of his jaw. You approach him to give him a soft kiss on the lips, now making eye contact with him (if you want to know more about the type of oxygen mask the reader uses 'read here'). Neteyam gives you a smile, and copies your movements. But now he settles more on the ground, so that he lies more on his stomach. Causing you to spread your legs, allowing him to settle more on top of you. Kissing your neck, moving down your chest to leave some wet kisses. Feeling your hands tangle in his hair, feeling your hands push him further down…right where you were needing him most.

Kissing and giving a few soft bites on your stomach. Enjoying the difference in texture of your skin, so soft and delicate. Dragging his body further back, placing his hands on either side of your hips. You now bring your legs up, watching as one of neteyam's hands moves one of your knees to open the space between your legs.

You two were so intent on your business that you had barely heard the lazy noises that were approaching you. Neteyam in a quick, and almost minimal movement moved up towards your lips giving you a sloppy kiss. "I don't see you running…don't you plan to run away?" he joked, seeing how your cheeks were pink, your mouth half open. And your pupils dilated, waiting for him to do what he wants with you. "So pretty" says neteyam.

"ahhhh my eyes!!!" screams spider. Neteyam and you look in the direction where the scream came from. Noticing lo'ak, kiri and spider. Even tuk…who had her mouth open. Spider runs up to tuk and covers her eyes. You push as hard as you can on neteyam, and he quickly sits up. Trying to adjust some of the clothes he had moved from his previous actions. Neteyam crosses his legs tightly and tries to cover his growing bulge with his hands. "You two can't be doing your stuff over here" kiri speaks, the girl was furious. You shift your gaze, you were embarrassed.

"I don't see you running,eh?" lo'ak tries to imitate neteyam's voice. "You can go…why don't you take tuk to the village" says neteyam, sounding annoyed. His brothers were still bothering him, and you were hiding more on the log.

The group of boys walk away, but if not before they continue to joke about the scene they just saw. Neteyam looks at you, and can see that you are almost completely hidden in a bush that was next to you. And he couldn't contain his laughter. "What are you laughing at?" you are embarrassed, the least you wanted is for your friends to see you in that situation. Neteyam approaches you again, placing his hand on your neck. "I see you can really run away…you're practically hiding in this corner" neteyam bends down to brush his nose against yours. "How about we go somewhere else…yeah?" says neteyam. You stare at him for a couple of seconds, quickly picking yourself up off the ground starting to run as fast as you can. Listening as neteyam laughs, and starts to get up from the ground. Letting you run for a while, after all it was only fair that he gave you a head start.

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lucidloving · 23 days

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I learned how to be quiet about pain when I was very young. I learned how to fold in on myself like laundry, to take up less space in the cupboard. I learned how to keep the peace around me by sweeping the dirt under my own rug.

I have been taught that expressing my less favourable emotions is just complaining—something weak people do when they're too incompetent to solve their own problems.

Incompetent. Incompetent. This word is very important to me. Incompetent is the word I am always running from. To run from incompetency means to run from feeling dejected, feeling lost, feeling hurt. To run from incompetency is to run towards goodness. To run towards a me who knows all the answers and shoulders all the burdens and shrugs off all the pain.

Some days I am not very good at this race I am running. Days when the past lurches forward to bite my ankles, or days when the future looks back to scorn my present.

On these days I am weak. The poise slips. It's all too easy to cry a little and vent my fears. I forget that I am supposed to be keeping all of this shut away where no one else can see. I forget that I am not supposed to be dragged down by these feelings in the first place.

Today I feigned nonchalance and I feigned it well. No one noticed that I was hurt by the thing that happened, and sitting alone in all my hurt, I was bitterly gratified. I had fulfilled the proper narrative of an animal who is injured and returns to its cave to lick its wounds only in private.

But there is a desperation for the hidden pain to be noticed. This is the Achilles' Heel of the whole stealth operation; it threatens the little play I have constructed in which I suffer alone and inconvenience no one and am all the stronger for it.

Today I stood upright to talk to my mother and doubled over in pain the moment she left the room. It is satisfying, knowing I did the valiant and honourable thing of keeping the damn pain to myself. It is infuriating, the way my eyes flickered to the door in the dark and private hope that she would come back in and witness me while I was down.

I want to be strong and hide all the hard things away. I want someone to see my efforts to hide all the hard things away and realise I'm strong. I want to bring to life this character I have created who suffers without complaint and is loved when the truth is revealed. Who suffers well.

This is the person who stores up agony to a breaking point, to justify the ultimate snapping of composure. This is the person who wants to be depended on relentlessly and one-sidedly, so that someone someday might notice the unfairness of it all. This is the person who virtuously and righteously take all the hits without a sound, so that when they finally, inevitably break, their pain will come to light all at once and inspire awe and guilt in equal measure.

Who am I, really? Is it terrible to want to play this character? Perhaps some old wound craves acknowledgement and understanding and doesn't know how else to ask for it except by hiding until it festers.

Strength. Competency. Resilience. Dependability. Independence. They have all become synonyms in my black and white dictionary. They have all become straws for the drowning man.

I self-impose silence. I take pleasure in denial and secrecy. I take pride in successfully keeping a problem to myself.

Pride. That's another important word. I think I have too much of it, although it pains me when others point it out. Pride implies I think highly of myself, which is something a good person should never do. Pride is so audaciously self-absorbed, so high-and-mighty, so filthy with ego. There's probably a lot of it in this damn thing I've written.

Pride is the other thing that keeps my mouth shut. The thing that says I should be austere, untouchable, immovable. Pride is the thing that says look here, you don't have a lot going for you so you better keep this mask on right if you want to be good. If you want to be admired.

These terrible things keep me safe. I can't let go of that stupidly noble character or that cowardly pride. I need them to shield me from the reality that I am emotional, not all that put together, and honestly hopeless most of the time.

I need to have something worth liking about myself. I need to have a grit that makes me undeniably good. I need to have a strength that goes unsung, that lies in wait of discovery.

What an exhausting way to live. But it's the only way I know.

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natsuyuki-w · 9 months

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Not one of the boys

Twisted wonderland cast realizes that (Yuu) is a girl.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 Featuring: Grim - Trey - Adeuce - Tsunotaro, Cater and Riddle

Dumb human

- Hyiiii! It's really coming down! - Appeared the monster out of nowhere. - ARGH! Grim! - I jumped almost stumbling on the dusty sofa. - Gyahahahaha! You've got this stupid look on your face like... Whaaaaaa but you're a girl! - He panicked watching my shirt.

To dust the abandoned building, I had thrown off the ceremonial cape leaving me with a tight black shirt.. - Yes,... I identify as one at least. What about it? - His face gradually relaxed and he put a paw under his chin. - I dunno. I only saw boys, just thought you were one as well. - he shrugged. Thinking back to the faces I met in the mirror chamber, it could've been true. Tho there were many people, hooded furthermore, and there was no way of knowing if somebody was another gender instead.

- Yes I've decided.- piped the grey cat. - Nothing has changed, you're still a weak dumb human, either a boy or a girl. -

- How many colorful titles am I going to get in the near future? -

Chestnuts

- Talking about husband material. - with the basket of chestnuts in hand, I gushed eying all the goodies in the kitchen prepared by the third year. Trey chuckled lightly - If you say so.- strangely enough, the comment hit differently from when his friends teased him about it.

Cater's words came to his mind: "Much like the new Pomefiore kid, (Yuu)Chan is a very cute boy."

- Lah - I clipped back Deuce's hair just like I did with mine. - Now we are ready! - and I struck a power pose. Trey looked at me for a good moment, mind wandering, cheeks reddening. His Heartslabyul companion was getting into his head.

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With that tart involved, I knew it was going to end like this. - (Yuu)!!! Stop it. - slapped my hand Ace - I need them for the cake, do you want me to stay like this forever???- he pointed to the collar on his neck. - You are such a drama-king, there are probably 10 kilos of them. - I pouted - This is just the rightful prize for...Ouch! - he flicked my nose this time. Chestnuts were a weakness of mine and even tho it was a very boring and laborious task, Ace was considering switching and shelling them himself.

He snatched the one I just finished cleaning and dropped it in the pile - Junkie! - he threw a judging gaze. - Yes okay? I admit it. Hi, my name is (Yuu), I'm 18 years old, and it's since last November that I haven't tasted, this delicious fruit of the devil. - I chanted.

- Fruit of the devil? - asked Grim. - Yeah..., where I live, chestnuts have been said to be a gift from God to the people of the mountains, but that has been cursed by the devil, making them difficult to bring and eat.- - Ah-ha! - looked at me weirdly the cat.

- As I, mere mortal, can't look upon this gift... OUCH - a slap, this time on my nape. - Are you going to just punish me or do you intend to make yourself useful for YOUR apology cake? - I bit.

- Kids, calm down. - teased the man with glasses posing his large hands on our heads - but He...(Yuu) has a point, Ace. - inquired. And scolded by the older student, the angry first year started working alongside me but scrutinizing my every move.

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I quickly finished shedding all the remaining fruits and stood to go asking what we needed next, but before, I spun fast, aiming for my drug.

Unfortunately, Trey was quicker, and from behind me, he managed to grab the bowl and hold me back with his long arms. When his hand got hold of my waist, I felt him tense briefly, but he recomposed, looking down at me with a tinge of red on his ears. - No more falling into temptation, okay (Yuu)? - he commented, lingered for just a moment, and then proceeded to give us instructions.

- What was that? - whispered Ace to me. - What? - I asked dumbfounded. - WHA??? You haven'...sigh...WHATever.- and he left

- What? -

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- Do that thing you do, Trey-kun. - said Cater. The boy arrived just to snatch a couple of photos and enjoy our labor. -..., oh that! What are your favorite things to eat guys? - asked the other third-year. And after he listened and chanted " doodle suit", we all bitted into the slices again. Everyone was surprised and cheery about the unexpected flavor. My mind on the other hand got in a tantrum of emotions, and soon big juicy tears were streaming down my face.

- This is Trey-kun's unique magic. Don't you think it'd work super well on a date with a girl? - commented the boy winking and wrinkling the diamond seed on the cheek.

The rivers streaming down my eyes wouldn't stop. I quietly turned around hoping to cover it from the others. But Trey, who was right next to me, caught sight of my face - (Yuu) what happened? Have I messed up yours? - he posed a comforting hand on my back. I shook my head and tried denying my poor state with sobs choking each word. -N-no no! I-*hick* it's perfect. A-and don't *sniff worry-y I'm just a baby. - I felt pathetic.

- Uff I'm glad I didn't mess it up, but you definitely are not good.- - I-it's just...I think I-I'm feeling homesick fro-om the taste of the dish- I murmured - Pushing me a little he looked where he could find some tissues, but after seeing that it wasn't getting better tried the bold move of hugging me.

Welcoming the offered comfort, I moved my arms from my face to the back of his shirt mumbling - I'm so sorry.- for the tears that stained his clothes and the awkwardness of the moment, and too caught by my storm of emotions, I didn't realize the implications of my chest pressed against him.

His body went stiff like a wooden plank but managed to gulp heavily and relax. "Perhaps (Yuu) isn't a cute boy after all." He was going to take the information for himself.

Hook up???

- Excuse my intrusion. - said Deuce who came along to keep an eye on Ace. - Make yourself at home. - I smiled warmly. - the bathroom is here, I'll go up and take out the mattress, cover, and pillow. Ace, do you want to sleep on the couch again? - - My back hurts just thinking about it. - he groaned.

- Let us give you a hand prefect! - followed Deuce grabbing his companion by the wrist. - Hey, hey I'm coming... geez - he almost fell from the cramped stairs. - Hahaha, sure, thank you. - I waved them up. - I'll seriously start to tie up this weekend. So, I'm sorry but for now, my guest room is the lounge. - and I invited them to my shared bedroom. - Don't worr...- the raven boy froze in place.

- What's up? - and I followed his eyes. - Ups... - my laundry was still folded on the sheets and, obviously, my bra was on top of the pile. - I can exp...- -I KNOW RIGHT? I never noticed until yesterday! - exclaimed Ace. - Gyahahaha, you should've seen him: "HOW DARE YOU LYING TO ME LIKE THAT, WOMAN?". So lame. - Grim cackled nudging the boy's leg, but no reactions came out of him.

- ACE, GRIM DAMN IT! I was ready with a bunch of excuses! - - Oh yeah, like? - they asked incredulously. - This Gremlin pranked me? I snatched a hook-up? I like wearing women's clothes or I'm a Drag queen?...-

- THOSE EXCUSES ARE EVEN MORE EMBARRASSING THAN THE TRUTH! - Screamed back at me the ginger. I glared very disappointed but before I could insult his bigotry he inquired- And a hookup? How in hell would you find a girl to hook up with? - - Mhpf... - I pouted offended - I AM a pretty boy, Cater's words. I could find a girl easily if only I would.-

- (Yuu)...- Finally Deuce snapped out of his daze and spoke in a quiet voice. - ...you are a girl... - and a little hurt asked - Why you didn't tell us? - I had the impression this was starting to be a talk of routine. - Crowley asked me to keep it a secret, but honestly...Well, is not like I needed to tell anything. Do you present yourself as "Deuce, a boy"? Till the headmaster gave me the warning I don't recall occasions where my gender got questioned...other than Grim on the first day here. -

He was trying to Think how to take the situation, and that operation was successful just as mixing water with oil. - Look - I posed a hand on his shoulder before his brain started fuming - I wanna be friends with you all, it's not like I act any different either way, it's always me. Just covering more than I would usually. I mean, if it's awkward for you guys, I would be very sad, but I'll...accept it and I'll take my distan...- And he exchanged with a stern hold of my shoulder. - No! You're right! I wanna be friends with you, it hasn't changed anything. And don't worry - he puffed his chest holding his fist on it - I'll be sure your secret will not be spilled further! -

- Awww thank you Deuce, you're such a sweetheart.- - Mmmm... - he nodded but quickly turned to face the other way - SORRY...can't help it,.... that name hits differently now. - his face was red as a tomato.

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They sat on their mattress while I was on the couch with Grim lying in my lap. - So in order, Grim was the first one, then the headmaster...when? - - After I gave him the crystal of the Dwarf's mine. - and I mimicked dramatically - One moment he was: "I'll grant you the honor of attending our majestic academy. Go and make me proud son." then he saw and he was: "WHAT'S A CHICK DOING IN MY OFFICE?". - The events may be inaccurate...- muttered the gray cat and I shushed him.

- How many others know? - asked Deuce. - You two,... I think?- - I bet, Trey-senpai. - inquired Ace. - Why? - - He was SO all over you. - he smirked. - All over...didn't notice. - delicious chestnuts were the only thing I could recall - And how do you know he doesn't like boys? - - Yeah exactly - supported me Deuce. - Cater said something about his unique magic being great with the girls so I am assuming.- shrugged the ginger. - He has a point! - quickly changed sides his companion.

And an evening of gossip and snacks started.

Intruders

Me and Grim prepared ourselves for another day of investigations and on the path to the school I sum up my late-night talking with the mysterious stranger.

-...and I saw those green sparks and this big shadow out of our widow. So I opened it and there was this Huge stunning boy with dark horns on his head. So I was like: " Intruder!" and he was like: "A child of man? Though, aren't you the intruder little lady? " - I imitated his tone - Obviously, I was wearing the crop top and not one of the XXL shirts - and Grim cackled.

- So I went out, 'cause I didn't want to wake you and I told him the all I'm here cause blah blah, don't tell anybody etcetera. So I asked him why strolling around our dorm? And he said he was there cause he likes exploring ruins, and now we ruined his ruin, cause the abandoned building is no longer abandoned.-

- Rude! - - A little...- - So who was he?- - Wait I'm getting there! - We stopped waiting for our favorite duo. - I asked him and he was all weird about it. At first, astonished, and then he laughed and said " I'd rather you remain unaware". - - Suspicious! - whispered Grim. - "It's for your own benefit. Instead, I will permit you to call me by the name of your choosing." - and I got closer to the cat to add drama -" Although you may one day regret it..."-

We looked at each other and grinned mischievously. - Oooh, oooh let me pick it! - exclaimed Grim - Howsabaout...Tsunotaro! - I couldn't help but giggle. - I was thinking "Hornton", but yours works well. Can't wait to see his face when I tell him.-

He then pondered - If Tsunotaro's a student here who knows when we might run into him? If we do, introduce me! I've never seen a human with horns before.- - G'morning, Prefect. - jumped Cater from behind us and threw an arm around my shoulders.

- Cater don't be so touchy - frowned slightly Riddle, and the older student complied disappointed. - But (Yuu)Chan is soft, I like giving hugs to my kohai.- I chuckled embarrassed - Good morning to you Cater, and hello Riddle. How is Trey doing? - - Better, he's slowly but surely recovering thanks to Crewel's potions and nurses' caring. - responded the redhead.

He then looked intensely - Mmh your tie is a little off from the assault. - frowned Riddle - Following the rules starts with your attire. Or else your residents will never listen to you...Although, I guess it's not as bad for you being the only one. - inquired the head of Heartslabyul.

I looked down and out of the corner of my eye, I could see the third year smirking. Before I knew it Riddle had his hands on my clothes, the back of his hand brushing on my chest. I stood still, too stunned to do anything.

"Wow (Yuu) is very broad." was his first thought, but Cater provided to correct it. - Riddle-San... You are unfair, first telling me not to be touchy with her, and now look at you. -

It took some time for the both of us to register his phrase and still holding onto my tie he twisted his head and stuttered - W-what have you just said? -

" Damn it" - Ha-ha. Why? What did he say? - I tried to play dumb hoping Cater would doubt his words. Unfortunately, my body was not as much of a good actor, and the boy's green eyes immediately spotted my shade of red. - I said that it's unfair you're being touchy with Her. -

The dorm leader looked back at me and a million thoughts passed through his big eyes, realizing everything at once. Quickly became red from head to toe, then threw himself back in a mess of sorries, "I didn't know", "Since when?"...

Incredulous, Grim asked - HOW DID YOU KNOW S...*MPHF - I quickly covered his mouth to avoid the entirety of the front yard eavesdropping. - Trey-kun told me! - winked Cater. - And since when Trey knya about it???- exclaimed again the cat. - Since the Mont Blanc tart! He was all over you so I asked and he confessed his suspicions. -

- Ace said the same thing... Dang, I'm in debt with that dummy...- I mumbled recalling his bet. - Was I the only one ignoring this fundamental fact??? - snapped Riddle still full red. - I don't know,...(Yuu)? - the third year quickly threw the fireball at me. - Well, there is Grim, the headmaster, who by the way, was the one telling me it would've been troublesome for him to let this information known. - I explained - Then Ace discovered, Deuce, Trey as it seems, and Cater too, Tsunotaro, and now you! - I listed. - I think...- - Tsuno-Who? - asked the two members of Heartslabyul. - Ah, a new encounter I made yesterday. -

- So you're telling me, someone, you just met, knew it before me???- and the tinge of red on the king of hearts, changed from fluster to anger.

Till reading the manga I thought Cater's name was "Carter" instead.

Not just because it sounded better in my head, but because "Carte" in Italian means "Cards".

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malereadermaniac · 2 months

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Bully! ~ Yoichi x Male Reader

Idk what the public opinion on Camp Buddy is, but Yoichi is hot, and I wanna write abt him

For the purpose of this fic Yoichi is like 4-5 inches taller than you - ever if your 6" like me 😭

Male reader - fem readers dni!

Mentions of nudity and mentions of spice! No actual NSFW tho

You and Yoichi had a very straightforward relationship - bully and bullied

You were a timid kind-a guy - liked by many but no-one would stick their neck out for you

So you were what Yoichi would call "an easy target"

It was non-stop 24/7

Everytime Yoichi saw you he would find some way to pick on you or tease you

His antics varied from small comments to threatening to beat the shit out of you

His actions never actually matching his words but he got the message across

You could see it in Yoichi's eyes that he couldn't bring himself to hit you for no reason

Once your eyes were graced with the scruffy purple locks and ragged body of the muscular man, your ears would be equally graced with snide comments

"God! You're so pathetic, (n/n)"

"Fucking hell you're so weak!"

And if you'd try to ignore the taller man, he would get personally offended

"Oh, what? So I'm not worth your time now, am I, (y/n)?"

Being the compassionate person that you are, you tried to understand why Yoichi was the way he was - he had a rough childhood and has practically no family

But fuck did it get harder and harder to understand that bully!

With the camp sports day coming up, tension was clearly building within your cabin

The main person creating the tension being Yoichi

So when the purple haired man shouted at you for the 5th time today for not being able to climb a ten foot fucking rope - you felt something in you snap

The man towered over you, shirtless from his own training - annoyance visible on his face

But for the first time since your little relationship had begun, you matched his expression

"Is climbing a rope that fucking hard, (n/n)?" Yoichi teases you, his tone oozing petty annoyance

"How 'bout you just shut the hell up, Wolf Boy!?"

You gagged him a little bit with that one

Yoichi had never seen you snap back at him, he was left speechless for long enough to allow you to hit him with more

"Just 'cause you're insecure about yourself doesn't mean you have to fucking harrass me y'know?!" You shout, pushing your hands against the hunks muscular chest, pushing him backwards

"A-At least I-I ca-an use my muscles-"

"Wow! Can't even form a sentence now can you? Just fuck off you bonehead!" You keep shouting at the speechless man

Youchi should be getting mad at you right now

He's supposed to be annoyed and be mouthing off back at you with a pissed off scowl on his face

But instead, the rugged man is... blushing???

Barely anyone snaps back at him when he teases them - especially not you!

Why was his heart beating faster by the second?

And why could Yoichi only focus on how your body was moving with anger and sass?

"What? Can't mouth off anymore, can ya?" You tease the wolf boy, crossing your arms across your chest and looking up into Yoichi's eyes with slight disgust

In the span of 2 seconds, it clicked in Yoichi's brain what was happening to him

So just like a wild animal, he acted on his instincts and feelings

"What can I say, (y/n)? I get speechless when I'm around ya~" the muscular man FLIRTS with you

"HUH?! W-What are you on about now?!" You stammer out, a blush rushing to your cheeks as you avert your eyes

Yoichi moves closer to you, so you move backwards out if nervousness

You two move closer and further from one another until your back hits the wall of the rope-climb - Yoichi cornering you

"Heh... I'd never noticed you were so cute, shortie" Yoichi teases, his arm resting on the wall above your head

"F-Fuck off!" You say as you keep blushing, gently pushing your hands against Yoichi's chests

'Fuck he's so buff...' you think to yourself as you push against his massive pecs

"Ha! Alright alright... I'll see ya 'round, shortie~" Yoichi flirts as he turns around, waving goodbye to you without giving you a single glance

'What the fuck just got into him? AND WHY AM I HARD?!' You think to yourself, almost hyperventilating from the mix of emotions and panic you were feeling

Which was justified, your longtime bully just randomly started flirting with you

Calling you 'shortie' and 'cute'! Who just randomly does that?!

And it didn't help that you shared a cabin with the muscular man

So when you saw him later that night, all he did was give you a smirk and a wink

WHAT THE FUCK

You just tried your best to ignore him, heading straight for the bathroom to change into your pj's

The rest of the guys could tell something was off, you'd usually chat to all of them before changing

And Yoichi was never this silent, he was clearly lost in thought - which was rare since Yoichi barely ever used his brain!

Randomly, Yoichi goes towards the bathroom - once again following his instincts to just see you and tease you

He barges in on you changing

You jolt up and freeze at the sound of the door banging open

Silence fills the room as Yoichi gets practically entranced by your ass - a blush sprouting on his face as he bares his teeth in a grin

You turn around slightly to see the taller man eyeing you down - your turn also revealing your soft dick

"Damn, shortie~ Giving me quite the show aren't ya?" Yoichi says with a teasing smile, eyeing up your body

You were speechless, but you could still force your muscles to throw whatever was in your hand at the rugged man

"You pervert!" You shout, the item of clothing in your hand landing directly on Yoichi's face

It just so happened that the item of clothing was your underwear....

The universe must have it out for you today.

The purple haired man grabs the worn boxers and bunches them up - making a comment about them being cute or funny then giving you a horny smirk

'So cute... they smell good too ya know'

'SHUT UP!' You shout, pushing the man put of the bathroom, your frame still fully naked

'Well I won't turn down some free material' Yoichi thinks to himself as he looks at your bunched underwear and chuckles as he remebrs your reaction to him seeing you buttnaked

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kookies2000 · 1 year

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We all know this scene when Puss faces his past lives.

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I'll be honest, something was disturbing in this scene when I first saw it. I'm rewatching the scene and trying to put my finger on it. Then it hit me. That Tik Tok comment I saw that said the Lost Souls were acting like the sins from the Bible. The connections people made from this film and toxic masculinity. This scene right here is oozing with toxicity and masculinity.

Before I go any further, I would like to say that I am not down-talking men. I'm analyzing this scene as a Mexican woman.

Anyways, here are some traits in toxic masculinity.

Self-reliance - Men believe they have to do all the work and handle everything by themselves. Independent at all times, they need no one. They believe doing things by themselves will make them successful in life. Being vulnerable will cause the man to be ridiculed. That's Puss throughout the film.

Promiscuous - There's nothing wrong with having sexual relations with others. If it's your thing, it's your thing. But there is such thing as too much of a good thing. Being flirtatious is ok, healthy even, but when it becomes very frequent or an obsession, it can lead to problems in forming long-term romantic relationships. Puss in a nut shell.

Being violent and dominant - Most men believe they have to be strong, physically mostly. So they take risks in life and try to beat others in their own game. Taking risks can be a way to demonstrate dominance. This can include gambling as well. Or dangerous sports. The cause of some of Puss deaths. Not to mention Death pretty much gave Puss a reality check. Puss isn't as strong as he thought he was.

And a big one, refusing to seek help when struggling - self-explanatory. Men try to be emotionless and never seek intimacy with others. Especially with other men as it's seen as a weakness.

All these traits are displayed in this scene. At first, it's fun for Puss because he remembers how much fun he had in his past lives. All the parties, lovers, drinks/food, adventures, risk-taking, everything. But once the adrenaline wears down, Puss knows it's time to leave. But of course, the Lost Souls don't let him. They try their best to convince him to leave Perrito and Kitty and get his lives back. They straight up tell him he doesn't need them and he's better alone. But at this point, Puss already formed a bond with Perrito and is reconnecting with Kitty. He remembers his regrets and this is what makes him determined to go back.

I guess the Souls notice this and start to ridicule Puss for being so vulnerable. Which is something I pointed out already in self-reliance. Men get teased and made fun of if they show even an ounce of vulnerability. Men can't have intimacy with their friends, let alone friends who are men. Men can't be held down by marriage. It sounds over the top but it does happen. I've seen it happen in the past in my household.

Men are also pushed to be physically and emotionally strong. Which is what Puss was trying to do as well. He didn't want to be afraid. He didn't want help and was a lone wolf. He refused to seek help when struggling. Thankfully for him, Perrito was a very determined guy. He followed Puss and helped him become more vulnerable and to open up more. Fixing his relationship with Kitty and becoming fiends.

So yeah, this scene was something alright. Puss was already developing at this point of the film. And then they made him face just how toxic he was being in his past lives. It almost felt like torture for him. But this is an important step in developing into someone better. You have to face your past some time and realize your mistakes so you don't make them again.

Ps, Antonio's voice acting here was incredible. Voicing nine different Puss while making each one unique. From the tone of voice to personality. He deserves some recognition for this scene.

#puss in boots: the last wish #puss in boots #just had to get this one off my chest #because this film #was something special #movie analysis

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Another Tide

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Pirate AU, Violence, A Touch of Gore, Background Suggested KiriBaku and MinaOcha, Rough Sex, Spit, Spanking, Lacking Prep, Choking, The Smallest Bit of Ass-Play, Soft Sex, Ambiguous Ending. Word Count: 14.5k.

Summary: Captain Bakugo Katsuki certainly left an impression when he broke his promise and abandoned you. Unluckily for him, you're rather good at holding a grudge.

A/N: Based on: This.

Water drips from the ceiling of the cells. In thin rivers, it travels down the stone, nourishing the moss that sustains, barely, by the stolen natural light allowed by the tower door. Most of the cities jail cells are above ground, but not this one. This, buried beneath one of the old royal towers, is a hole reserved only for the worst men who displease the crown. Men, like Bakugo Katsuki.

'Ah.' The voice breaks from the darkness. It's as rough as the mid-summer storm outside, as more inaudible words are purred into the air. A fitting voice for a pirate. 'My princess, returns...'

Lifting your candle a little higher, you take your leave from the final step of the tower and peer about the lock-up. There are only four cells here, buried below the world; although only two of them are currently occupied. Slipping your feet from your shoes, you cross the flag-stone to the third cell and squint into the dim. 'I am not your princess.'

Chained to the floor with his manacled hands in his lap, Bakugo squints against the light offered by the burning candle. 'C'mon now...' His chains jingle as he unfolds himself, clambering to his feet. 'Don't be like that, my love.'

Your eyes find his in a moment, but before you're lost to their crimson depth you're turning and moving towards the last cell. The light from your candle flickers, casting awkward shadows against the stone as you near the bars. There had been two of them, hauled in spitting and hissing at last light a month back and while Bakugo had endured, his companion hadn't fared as well under the cities charge. 'Midoriya...'

You press yourself to the bars. Slumped against the far wall, Midoriya's head hangs over his hips. His shirt is torn, exposing most of his right arm and chest allowing you to see the thick strips of flesh that have been torn from his bicep. The muscle-fibre underneath pulses, red and angry, but the wound is dry. It looks as though it's been that way for a while. You swallow. 'Midoriya.'

'He's dead.' Bakugo's voice shakes the unsteady silence. 'That'll happen when you flay a man like that. Weak disposition be damned, he did well to last as long as he did.'

You lock a gasp behind your teeth and step back, a hand covering your mouth.

'You couldn't have saved him, princess.' Bakugo's rings clink as he wraps a large palm around the bar of his cell.

'I -.' Forcing yourself to look away from the dead man, you drift silently back to Bakugo.

Overturning a palm, he flexes his fingers in quiet request and smirks when the soft of your skin meets the rough of his. 'Not even your hands can suture wounds that deep.'

You swallow. The odd shapes Bakugo traces into your skin feel repetitive, but calm your nerves, each loop and twist settling the void in your stomach.

Licking his lips, he blinks up at you. 'That'll happen to me too, ya'know... Eventually.'

'Don't say that.' Whispering, you lean forward, pressing in close to the bars. At this distance you'd guess he could feel your breath against his cheeks, after all, you can feel his. Each soft exhale makes you shiver and lean into him further.

'It's the truth.'

'Katsuki -.'

Bakugo bites at his lower lip and let's his forehead hit the bars. 'You could stop it.'

'Katsuki. I -.'

'You just need to give me the key.'

You sigh and press further forward. Your head would touch to his if it had not been for the bars. Bars that needn't be there. 'You know I can't.'

'What'll it take, Princess...'

Something squirms in your stomach. You had only intended to peek that night when they had first been hauled in and yet... Your feet continue to lead you back here. Since, you've risked your neck to bring them bread and extra mutton, thread and needles and poultice for their wounds. You've brought them all that you could, but you'd never expected them to take something of their own.

Despite being behind bars, somehow, Captain Bakugo Katsuki has stolen your heart.

And he knows it.

'Take me with you...' The words leap from your tongue, your hand curling to cling to him. 'Take me with you and I'll steal the key.'

A smile tugs at Bakugo's mouth, forcing his lip to curl over pointed teeth. Keeping his eyes trained on yours, he dips his head to press his lips to your knuckles. 'You want to be a Captain's whore, Princess?'

His words make you shiver. 'Your whore.'

'I think I like the sound of that...' Not for the first time, Bakugo wonders just what you'd taste like. Delicious, he'd bet, but a sweet little thing like you deserves to be savoured. '...If that's what my Princess wants.'

Your eyes widen. 'You'd – You'd take me?'

'Why not?'

Excitement zips down your spine making you stand straighter. Bakugo's lips are rough and itch at your skin, but that doesn't stop the heat that bubbles in your stomach when he lays a second kiss on the bend of your ring finger. 'Really?'

'You get me that key and...'

Rooting about under your skirts, you twist and turn for a second before pulling back a closed fist. You'd pick-pocketed one of the guards weeks ago, hoping that Midoriya's worsening wounds wouldn't require an impromptu breakout attempt. Turns out, you'd be been right, just not in the way you'd hoped. Unfurling your fingers, you reveal a set of small, silver keys.

'Oh, you little -.' Bakugo laughs. The sound is sharp and bounces off of the walls for a heartbeat before you slam your hand over his mouth to quiet him. He winks and kisses your palm.

'Quiet.'

Lowering his voice, he grins wide before dropping your hand in favour of wrapping a hand around the back of your neck. He pulls you in, forcing both of your cheeks to crush against the bars, but the soft reward of your lips is enough to make him bear the discomfort.

You gasp, but fall into the kiss all too easily. The grip he has on your neck guides you, tipping back your head until he can press his tongue against the seam of your lips and lick inside. Moaning, you let him devour you, moving in rhythm with him as the kiss deepens impossibly and then... The key slips from your hand.

'Now.' Bakugo pulls back. Throwing the keys up in the air, he catches them again like he hadn't slipped them from your palm moments before. 'You should go -.'

Your eyebrows knit. The taste of him lingers on your tongue, but before any words of protest can be propelled from your lungs he's continuing.

'… Pack only what you can carry and meet me back here a beat before sun-rise. We'll barter passage on one of the leaving merchant ships.' He kneads his thumb against your jaw while he talks, enjoying how pliant you are under just one of his hands.

'Okay.'

'Can you do that for me, Princess?'

'Yeah... Yes.' You nod and take hold of his wrist, urging yourself someone deeper into his hold.

Bakugo smiles, tilting his head. 'Good girl.' Leaning in, the next kiss he presses to your mouth is soft and long. A sigh breaches the seam of your lips and he swallows it eagerly, inhaling as much of you as he can before pulling back only to peck your lips again. 'Now, go...'

Reluctantly, you step back beyond his reach. Your heart is hammering in your chest as you tip-toe back across the stone floor and slip back into your shoes at the foot of the stairs. With a new hope burning in your veins you twist on the bottom step and smile back at your captain whispering a soft: 'I'll be back.' into the darkness and then, you're gone.

It takes you barely a moment to pack your entire life into a sack small enough to bundle in your arms, but the first bell of dawn hasn't even rung before you're sneaking back out towards the cells. The shadows swallow you, letting you vanish into the darkness still clinging to the city.

Anticipation makes each of your steps quicker, makes your heart sing as you imagine salt spray and oceans as far as you can see. You wonder where you'll sleep. If you'll bunk with the crew or be welcomed into the captain's personal quarters. You wonder how often he'll kiss you. How often he might gift you more... If he really will make you his whore. The thought makes you giddy, makes you move somehow quicker as desperation creeps up through your legs.

'Katsuki...' You've taken your shoes off at the top of the tower this time, careful not to make any noise and spoil your escape. The stone is cold on your feet, but it doesn't slow you down. 'Katsuki.'

Squinting into the darkness, you leap from the last step and hurry to his cell. 'Katsuki – I.'

The door swings open as soon as you lay a hand on it. Inside, a set of manacles lay on the floor open and abandoned. Slipping into the cell, you look around as if he might morph from one of the walls or manifest himself from shadow. He doesn't. Instead, you're forced to reduce yourself to your knees, overtaken by the sudden rush of emotion that batters its way out of your chest. You want to scream, want to slap yourself for trusting a pirate, for letting your silly, little emotions get the best of you.

Swiping for the manacles your breath jams in your throat, heart stopping as you catch sight of glittering letters scratched into the metal. In rough hand caused by the sharp edge of one of the keys is a message: 'On another tide, my Princess. Your captain sends his regards.'

The wind whips at the skin of Bakugo's cheeks as he slips below deck on the heels of his first mate. His hand clings to the bannister, the wood scuffing against the rough of his palm as he descends. It had taken years for him to find his ship again, his crew... Years to re-build what had been taken from him. Now, a month or so shy of a decade, he was once again one of the most feared pirates the sea had ever seen.

The grain of the ship's bannister snags at him, but he doesn't remove his hand from her walls as they turn from the crews sleeping quarters and make their way to the dry store. 'There best be a good reason for me being dragged down here, Red. I swear if this is another excuse to get me alone, I -.'

Kirishima hisses at him. 'Of course there's a good reason.' He stops dead, forcing the Captain to bump into his back. 'And if I wanted to get you alone, I'd simply lay in your bed and call for you. You're hardly hard to tempt...' A smirk plays at his lips as his eyebrows arch, forming neat little half-arcs on his forehead. 'Captain.'

A growl bubbles in Bakugo's throat as he wraps a large palm around the bottom of Kirishima's jaw. 'Have I ever told you how pretty you are when you -.'

'Yes, yes.' Shaking off Bakugo's touch, Kirishima shivers before moving off again. 'I'm the prettiest jewel you've ever stolen, best lay on the ship. I'll suck your cock later, if someone else doesn't get to you first, but right now, we have a problem.'

Bakugo grunts, but follows on wordlessly – trying to remain undistracted by the dull hardness stretching out his breaches.

It takes barely a moment before Kirishima's palm is meeting the door of the dry store and forcing it open to reveal what he has trapped within.

Bakugo clicks his tongue. 'Well, well, well... Would you like to tell me why you've bound one of my rigging boys in his own ropes?'

Just inside the room, laying against the tied down kegs of ale is Monoma. He's sat on his hands, his shoulders curved causing his chest to concave as he struggles weakly against his bindings. Sweat slicks his hair to his brow and trickles down his neck, dripping onto the pale skin of his chest that is exposed by a torn shirt.

'Caught this one in the nest with a scope and a mirror...' Leaning back against the wall, Kirishima crosses his arms and props a foot up against the wood. 'He was sending light signals off the bow.'

'Ah.' Squatting down before Monoma, Bakugo cocks his head. 'And why would he be doing that, ha?'

A cold chill rocks down Monoma's spine when the Captain leans in and licks at his teeth. 'I -.'

'Now.' Reaching forward, Bakugo squashes Monoma's cheeks between his fingers. 'I'd think twice about lying, mate. You wouldn't be much good with the rigging if I cut all your fingers off, would ya?'

Swallowing down hard, Monoma shakes. 'They paid me.'

'I'd be mad if they didn't, I was the one who taught you pirates don't do shit without gold... Who? For what?'

'The – the...'

'The, the, the -.' Bakugo babbles back, a wicked grin taking his lip as he administers a firm slap across Monoma's cheek.

The force turns his head, stopping the words trickling over his lips. He pauses. 'The woman... She, she approached me while we overnighted on I-Island. Offered me a sum if I would help her tail us in open water... I've been sending her light signals at dawn.'

Bakugo slaps him again. 'How much did she pay?'

'A – a couple hundred pieces and a night with one of her crew.' With red cheeks, Monoma tries to shuffle backwards. His eyes flicker from the floor to the Captain and back again.

'You...' Bakugo barks out a laugh. 'You little shit, you.'

From behind him Kirishima snorts and taps his boot against the wall. A coy smile itches at his lip as something proud twinkles in his eyes. 'I told you we shouldn't have taken him on board, Captain.'

'I know. Stop your gloating.' Standing, Bakugo stretches out his spine and thumbs at the dimples in his back.

'Should I toss him overboard? Or...' Kirishima's teeth shine, biting soft into his lower lip. 'Better yet...' Stepping forward, his hand falls to the large curved knife secured to his hip. 'I could cut pieces off him and feed it to that shark I've been trying to tame.'

Holding up a hand, Bakugo can't help the smirk that takes his lip. 'Can't let you turn him into fish food just yet, Red. First we need to know -.'

'Captain!'

Bakugo's head drops down at the sound of Kaminari's voice. He pinches the bridge of his nose. 'I swear if that little idiot has got himself caught in the ropes again, I -.'

'Captain!' The second shout comes from a new voice. It's higher in pitch, but of a firmer tone and is accompanied by the sound of a boot stomping on the wood overhead.

'Shit.' Perking up, Bakugo exchanges a worried look with Kirishima before they're both scrambling back towards the stairs and racing their way back onto the deck.

Light blinds them both as they emerge, arms shielding their faces, but it doesn't take long to spot the source of the disturbance.

Kaminari is tangled in the rigging, his legs twisted around the ropes allowing him to lean forward and hold a telescope to his eye. He pulls back, stretching an arm out towards the horizon before shooting an eyebrow raised smile at Bakugo. 'Ship!'

Bakugo answers. 'What are her colours!'

'She's not flying any, Cap.' Mina strides across the deck, her swords already unsheathed and hanging at her sides. Stopping a foot from Bakugo, she presses both of her weapons into one hand to yank the telescope from her belt and hands it over. 'Your orders?'

Snatching the telescope from Mina, Bakugo glares through it while scowling. Through the small lens, he can see it. A ship, a little smaller than his own, sails on the horizon. White foam is spitting from its stern, the water parting quick as it cuts through the water towards him. Under his gaze, the white sheets hanging from the masts are hauled down, replaced quickly by sails of total and complete black. Biting his cheeks, Bakugo licks his teeth as he lowers the scope and passes it back to Mina. He looks back at Kirishima and nods. 'Alright boys, let's give our kin a warm welcome!' From the back of the small crowd of crew gathered on deck, Sero smiles crooked and excited.

'The cannons?'

'The fucking cannons!' Grinning from ear to ear, Bakugo leaps to action striding across the deck towards the helm. 'Red, bring her round. We'll meet her head on. Mina – take the defence, I want any ladders that land on our rails burnt. Sero -.'

'… Holes as big as I can manage, no damage to the hull.' Sero waves his hand above his head, flashing Bakugo another large smile before descending below deck with a small squad of cannon boys on his heels.

'Kaminari!'

'Yes, Captain?' Somersaulting from a section of netting high between the masts, Kaminari almost breaks his neck landing on the deck, but manages, somehow, to right himself before he meets hard wood.

'Get in the nest. I want to know exactly what we're dealing with.'

Tossing a lazy salute, Kaminari is scuttling back into the rigging before Bakugo can bark out any more commands.

With the whole ship put to orders, Bakugo takes up post by Kirishima as his first mate strains to turn the boat around. The wheel fights him, the water below tugging awkwardly, but the man's broad shoulders make short work of the struggle.

'You think this is Monoma's woman?'

Bakugo grunts. 'Probably got twitchy after this mornings signal wasn't sent. Figured her little rat had been discovered...' Inhaling deep, his fingers play at the hilt of his sword; the other slipping inside his jacket to feel the hard curve of his pistol. '… Decided it was better to act now than risk having us plan something she couldn't control.'

He shrugs. 'I'd almost say she was smart had she not chosen our ship to attack.'

A wide grin takes Kirishima's lip. 'She'll certainly be in for a shock, Captain.'

'That she will indeed.'

Waves lap at the sides of the boat as Kirishima's brute strength forces her to turn. Overhead, gulls scream anxiously awaiting the oncoming bloodshed as they power forward, carving through the ocean.

'Ready, boys?' Bakugo unsheathes the sword at his hip, his ringed hands playing out an odd tune as he readjusts his grip on the metal.

There's mania reflecting in the burning of his iris', a wide grin splitting his lips as he narrows his eyes and spins on a heel to face his crew.

Gathered on deck the crew wait with baited breath. In their hands an all manner of weapons shine, axes and maces, swords and worn, wooden pistols all jitter as their owners shake and twist their wrists.

'Aye, aye Captain!'

The chorus makes the skin on Bakugo's chest blister, goosebumps coating his skin as the shouts of his crew wash over him. With the sea spray on his face and his prey set firmly in his sights, he feels unstoppable. His chest puffs up, throat already raw as he lets loose a terrifying scream. 'To the depths with her! Leave none unharmed – The one who brings her Captain to me alive earns their pick of the loot!'

'And what if I don't want any of their loot?' Mina tips back her hat and cocks an eyebrow.

Bakugo pretends to think. 'The pick of the women then! If you can turn on your charm for long enough to convince 'em to slip into your bed.'

A fierce grin takes her lip as he hoists the sword in her right hand high above her head. 'That's more like it, Captain. I'll have a new lady to warm my bed tonight, lads.'

Another chorus, this one accompanied by the stamping boots of Sero's cannon hands below as they finally lay sight on their target. The air is whip sharp, cutting as they make their approach. Under the hull, the waves part easily – sliced as the boat cuts through the ocean with a speed no longer seen in the large admiral fleets of the surrounding empires.

'She's not turning, Captain.' Kirishima mumbles. His hands are white against the wood, tugging her still as they press against the water. With the wind on their side, they'll be upon the other ship in moments; but she's made no move to turn away.

'Just makes her an easier target, my love.'

'She's turning to face us, Captain.'

The salt air scratches at your cheeks as you lean into the wind. 'I wouldn't expect anything less.' Your fingers tense, palm squeezing at the metal hilt of your sword where it hangs at your hip. There's a smile playing at your mouth, one you break only to lick the dryness from your lips. You've been waiting years for this, but now the moment is within reach, you find your skin buzzing with bee stings. The manacle forced shut around your wrist feels heavy now. Spinning on the ball of your boot, your stride to the edge of the bridge and lean over it's edge.

Below the crew stutter to a stop. They're a motley bunch, picked up from various ports and won through too many drunken games of cards – a crew of opportunity and circumstance if you ever saw one. A few even still wear the dark navy tail-coats of the Ingenium company, although now the rich cotton is sun bleached and stained, making them look no better than the low-life drunks who they serve beside.

Sparing a glance at the mast, you smirk at the man tied to it and adjust his hat on your head. For the most part, Tenya Iida had been a good sport when you'd commandeered his ship and bound him with his own rigging. He'd struggled, for a time, but a good few days gagged without food had sorted him right out. Now, he tends to yell odd instructions that no-one listens to and lectures the seagulls on the proper running of a ship. 'Loot what you want!' You shout over the crashing of the waves against the hull. 'But, leave their Captain to me.'

'Aye, Captain!'

The echoing chorus fills your stomach and makes your chest swell. 'To your stations, lads. We've got a ship to take.'

'Captain!' At the helm, Momo flicks her hair over her shoulder. It's waist length now, with a series of pretty braids that start at her temples and tie together at the base of her skull; each of which are adorned with a series of shiny trinkets - souvenirs from the various drinking games she's won.

You turn, flicking up your eyebrows as the crew scramble to their posts. The sound of old leather boots almost drowns out Momo's words as she yells out over the wind.

'They're speeding up!' Momo's chest heaves as she shouts, her eyes wide and steeled.

Dropping your jaw, you haul in a breath for an answering shout, but before the words can leap from your tongue there is another voice rising above the noise.

'Cannons!' Tokoyami is horizontal as he swings nimbly down the rigging from the crows nest. He dangles effortlessly above the deck, the ropes wrapped around his joints as he cups his hands around his mouth.

You nod. 'I want to know everything you see.'

Without another word Tokoyami is scrambling back to his perch, his eyes already squinted and trained on the approaching vessel.

There's a broken kind of nervousness that trickles through your veins as you watch the crew ready the boards. Three lean strips of wood, steadied by four strong hands wait, swaying in the wind on deck. In barely a moment, they'll be dropped. You swallow and wet your lips, feeling for the worn and yellowed page tucked safely away in the inside pocket of your coat.

Soon, the ship will be on you and in amongst all of the chaos to come... You'll find him.

Bakugo slashes out with his right hand, the curve of his sword gliding easily through the throat of an advancing pirate. There's a wicked grin pulling at the corners of his mouth, a spark igniting in the depths of cold crimson as he rotates his shoulder, taking down another man. Pausing, he kicks out, sending a third body to the floor before a keen twist of his wrist dyes the edges of his blade red.

Licking at his teeth, he stills – taking stock of the new space around him. A mess of bodies litters the deck. Both the wounded and dead lay side by side in pools of seeping blood, as their comrades battle on around them, not able to care too much where their feet land. Bakugo bites his tongue to stop a smile. Somewhere in the bloodbath, he can hear Kirishima laughing. The noise is like music, sharp and yet, soft – melodic as it catches the wind and finds its way back into his ears. He spins, eyes keen and searching as they land upon his second mate.

Kirishima has his hand wrapped around the neck of man. He flails in his grasp, nails scratching desperately at the thickest parts of Kirishima's forearms as his legs kick out, trying and failing to strike the large chest in front of him. 'Well that isn't going to get you anywhere...'

The man wheezes, dropping one hand to his belt. His fingers scratch at the leather, digging and twisting frantically as he works to free a small stiletto dagger. The hilt slips into his palm, allowing his hand to tighten to white around it, but before he can even lift the weapon to strike a sickening crack stops him in his tracks.

Cocking his head, Kirishima's sighs as if disappointed. His fist is white knuckled, with thin rivers trickling over the dips of his fingers as he tosses the, now limp, body to the floor.

The show of strength forces Bakugo to readjust himself in his breeches; but he's barely given a second to appreciate the sight of his second spitting on the next man he sends to the floor before an ear splitting laugh is ricochetting around the insides of his skull. He'd rush, if he hadn't already heard the noise one thousand times before...

Across the deck, Mina has a body squashed under the sole of her boot. The man writhes, eyes torn wide and terrified as he claws at the wood he lays on. The pressure on his chest keeps him pinned, stops him wriggling too far away as Mina flashes him a deadly wink and presses to tip of her blade closer to his throat.

'Let it be known...' Licking her lips, she lets another chuckle bubble up her throat. She reaches up, grabbing at the loose collar of her shirt with a tight fist and pulls, yanking open the material. The shirt falls open, clinging together by a singular button at her navel – just above her pants and exposes the hot, flush of her dark chest. 'That you where killed by a woman.'

'Please... Fuck – Don't...'

Mina ignores the pleas, letting them fall on deaf ears as she rolls her eyes and slices the man's throat.

He coughs twice before his lips are stained red. The gash in his throat is deep enough that he doesn't suffer, but that doesn't stop the ice cold dread that seems to fall upon the surrounding pirates.

Spinning on her heel, Mina wrenches her other sword from her belt and brandishes it at her hips. Her chest heaves, tit's framed by her open shirt as she swings herself around to face her next opponent. She cocks an eyebrow and snarls, lips pulling back over her teeth as she watches the new man in front of her almost wet himself with panic. 'Now, who's next boys...'

Laughing, Bakugo drags his eyes away from Mina's performance. She's always enjoyed a spectacle, but he must admit that this might be his favourite yet. Under his feet, blood seeps making each of his steps awkward and slippery. His boots refuse to grip, making fighting difficult as he slices through another pirate. Almost sliding to his knees, he clenches his jaw – eyes searching the clashing rabble in search of the source of his troubles.

Whoever captains the other ship is going to rue they day, they ever decided to place a target on his back.

The first step is the easiest. The board wobbles under your boots, giving and swaying as the ships lean closer together. Already, there are holes littering both hulls. The marks of exchanged cannon fire has scorched the varnished wood, spewing the scent of burning into the air. It's thick, the smoke cloying your lungs as you draw your sword and take another step.

On your heels Uraraka already has her blade drawn. There's a wicked glee in her eye as she bounces the plank, hurrying you along. 'In front, Captain.'

A man with a missing eye blocks your path. He grins, wide and gap-toothed as he reaches for his belt and the large mace he has slid into the leather. Twisting it over in his palm, he barely has time to reel back his arm before there are a pair of boots colliding with his chest.

Tokoyami twists before he hits the deck, his arms spreading like wings as he lands another kick on the jaw of a man to his left.

'Captain...' He huffs breathing hard. 'Are you -.'

Clearing the last of the plank, you plant a hand on Tokoyami's shoulder and squeeze. 'Thank you... Now -.'

'Bring me your strongest man and watch me reduce him to his knees!' Uraraka's voice is high-pitched and delicate, more fitting a princess than a pirate as she spits at her feet as swings an easy elbow into the women attempting to shift the boards from the side. Chewing on her lip, she scans the scene eyes bright as she claps eyes on a mountain of man. 'You!' She screams. 'Come meet my blade.'

With the lower half of the man's jaw obscured with a bandana, you're forced to focus in on the way his eyes widen. He sets his stance, grey hair flopping lazily into his eyeline as he raises his axe high enough to clash with Uraraka's blade.

They twist, the sound of scraping steel poisoning the air as the man takes a step back to swing. The muscle in his shoulder bulges, dark veins popping as he once again attempts to crush Uraraka with his strike.

She dodges him easily. Pirouetting, she barely gives enough time for her back foot to catch the grip of the wood beneath her before she's launching herself back into the air and straight at the man before her. 'Is that all you've got? Don't tell me you're going to be a disappointment...'

You're not given long to admire Uraraka's zeel as you duck a mace aimed for your head. The weapon skims your head, missing by millimetres as you drop to a knee and slash at the man's calf. He goes down with a scream. Leaping back to your feet, you send your heel into his nose at the same time your steel sinks deep into the tissue of his shoulder, severing the joint as he slumps forward at your feet.

Beside you, Momo reels her fist back. The skin of her knuckles is blooming, purple marring the paleness of her fingers as she flicks off specs of blood. 'It's been a while since we've had a good fight.' She grins, flashing pearled teeth. 'Remind me to thank you when we're celebrating later.'

Rolling your eyes, you push your way further into the fray. With the fight reaching a crescendo on all sides, you're forced to duck and weave to keep moving. Anticipation makes your skin itch, your whole body pulled taught as you side step another stray sword and scan the mess of bodies clashing together on the deck.

He's here.

You know he is.

You just have to -

'Oi, Princess. This your shit show of a crew bleeding all over my deck?'

You press your tongue to a back molar as his voice manages to shatter the chaos around you. There's a fire, steady and strong already stoking in your chest as the full force his betrayal repeats on you. Grinding your teeth, you haul in a breath and press shut your eyes; willing your body to contain it's rage for just a moment. 'Need I remind you...' You turn and cock your head, eyebrows high on your head as you glare. 'That I'm not your Princess.'

There's ice in Bakugo's vein's when he lays eyes on you, but he's soon thawed out by the rage burning in your eyes. He barks a laugh, willing his shoulders to roll before they lock and leave him defenceless. He never thought he'd see you again...

'Oh,' he cocks his head, slipping easily back into his cocky persona. 'But, you wanted to be, didn't ya... Sweetheart.' Swallowing, he juts out his hip, just enough to lean on the sword he slides back into it's sheath with a limp wrist and barks out a laugh. 'So, what? You missed me so much that you travelled the entire seven seas just to crawl into my bed, huh?'

Swallowing bile, you blink slowly to compose yourself; but your hand moves quickly as soon as Bakugo takes a step forward. It's muscle memory, easy, as you levy the blade at his throat and press the tip against his jugular; preventing him from slinking any closer.

'C'mon, Sweetheart. Don't be like that.' He laughs, feeling the way his Adam's apple grates against the blade with each twitch.

You scowl. 'I don't think you have any right to tell me how to act, Bakugo.' Spitting his own name at his feet, you press the blade closer into his throat. For a moment, you entertain the thought of slitting it, of cutting him open and watching him bleed out; but then, how would you get your answers.

He rolls his eyes, not even blinking as your sword dents his skin. 'What can I do for you then, Princess?' Savouring the pet name, he makes sure to keep your eye as the embers flare. 'If you're not here to be my whore.'

Gritting your teeth, you lick over your lip before gesturing the on-going chaos with a tip of your hat. 'Call off your men.'

A bark of a laugh leaps from his chest. 'And pray tell why the fuck I'd do that.'

'Because I want answers...' His mouth drops open to speak, some witty one-line retort already furled at the back of his tongue, but before he can loose it into the air, you raise your eyebrows. 'And in return, I have information about One for All.'

Bakugo stills. His expression is unreadable, eyebrows kept tight as his mouth flattens to a thin line. The muscle in his jaw ticks. 'And I can trust that you'll call off your crew?'

You nod.

'Men... Stand down!'

Echoing his shout, you call your crew to a stalemate.

It's a ghostly sound, the absence of noise in a place that was once full of it. The sudden lack of screams and bloodshed make the air around the ship ring as everyone slowly, turns their eyes to you.

'Should I be following you back to your ship...' Bakugo chuckles, licking at his teeth. 'Captain.'

'No.'

Your bluntness stuns him, making him lean back on a heel as he regards you with soft suspicion. 'And why would that be?'

You chuff. 'I'd rather you not damage my ship when I tell you what I have to say... You're not the most, subtle, of men.'

Choosing to ignore your insult, Bakugo lowers his head before spinning on his heel to address his crew once more. 'You heard the lady – a truce, then, for the moment. Back to your jobs, lads. Clean the blood from the decks and escort our visiting Captain's crew back to their ship before they make the place look cluttered, ha?'

Re-sheathing your sword at your hip, you hold up a hand and push back into Bakugo's space. 'I want Uraraka and Yoamomo to accompany me.'

Squinting, Bakugo's eyes roam the ship. 'And who would -.'

'Here, Captain.' Yaoyarozu slinks forward, elbowing pirates out of her way as she goes. Her blouse is almost entirely covered in blood, but even the dousing she has received is nothing to how Uraraka looks.

Clinging to Yaoyarouzu's shoulder, Uraraka looks as though she's been bathed in red. Her face is dyed, cheeks blush bright with splatters as large as chicken pox littering her features. Much of her hair is matted, clumped with viscera that drips from brunette strands and onto her shoulders . She limps forward, each step causing her to wince and drag her left foot, the ankle refusing to bare weight as she uses Yaoyarozu as a crutch; but despite it all – she looks perfectly overjoyed.

Bakugo looks the pair up and down before pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth and whistling. 'In that case: Kirishima! Mina!'

Kirishima is at his side in a flash. His sword is still drawn and held low, his knuckles tight and white around it's hilt. 'Captain?'

'Put that away!'

Bakugo might pretend to bark at his second, but you don't miss the soft way he wraps his fingers around the others hand and squeezes softly.

When Mina arrives, she looks no better than Uraraka. Her shirt is torn entirely, exposing the plump roundness of her breast as she cocks a hip and takes up post on Bakugo's other side. In one of her hands, she holds a blade. In the other, an already stained cloth that she uses to clean down the edges of her sword. 'So, she pretty enough to evoke a stale mate or do you two have business?' Her eyes flicker over you feeling rough, but her attention is soon stolen by Uraraka.

Mina winks.

Uraraka, somehow, blushes underneath all of the blood covering her face.

'Shall we?' You tilt your head and blink lazily.

'As you wish, Princess.' Bakugo smirks before turning on a heel and making his way down the ship towards the Captain's quarters.

There's a soft tittering behind you, a mixture of your crew's and Bakugo's as the pet name lingers in the air; but whatever thoughts spin around people's heads, no-one is brave enough to speak them.

That is, except for Mina.

'So... You fucked this one then, Captain?' She skips alongside him, boots almost skating on the blood underfoot as she slaps him on the back.

'That's none of your -.'

'No.'

Mina bites her tongue as your and Bakugo's voice blend to one. Her hand slips from his back as she falls into line with Kirishima once more. 'Ah... So, it's like that then.'

Bakugo glares at her over his shoulder. 'It is. Now, if you wish to keep your tongue, you'll shut up.'

'You can't do that, Captain!' Tossing up her hands, Mina clasps both of her hands over her heart and spins, catching Uraraka's eye before curling her tongue around every single word that drips from her mouth. 'It's my best feature.'

Uraraka splutters, managing a subtle: 'Second best' as her eyes drift down Mina's collar.

Ducking under the ornate rails of the ships upper staircase, Bakugo reaches up to rest a hand against the door frame, while searching the inner layers of his shirt. He hums, curling his fingers against his chest as he retrieves a thick golden key kept on twine around his neck. Not bothering to take the key from around his neck, he stoops to unlock the door and holds it open with a large palm splayed against the wood. 'Ladies first.' He smirks.

You roll your eyes and ignore the way your saliva dries out in your mouth. Fixing a new scowl onto your features, you dip your head in cordial thanks before slipping past him and ensuring not even your elbow scrapes his chest.

'The last door on the left should suit our conversation, unless you do really wish to have a more personal kind of talk.' His voice echoes softly down the short corridor, smooth and silky as it sinks into your ears.

Slamming a hand on the door in question, you sigh. 'This will suffice.'

Vanishing into the room, you don't bother to hold it open for him.

The cabin is larger than you'd expected, with a bulky desk that occupies most of the space. An assortment of papers litters it's surface. Some are maps, while others bare strange markings and delicately written hand that look almost indecipherable to your eye. Aside them is too many bottles of rum, all opened and in various stages of being drunk; their corks long forgotten or discarded on the mahogany floor that creeks as you step inside.

The door opens again, allowing a slither of light to trickle in from the corridor before it's blocked by Bakugo's bulk. 'This is as far as your seconds go, I'm afraid.' He braces an arm against the doorframe blocking the path.

Uraraka walks straight into him, almost clotheslining herself on the muscle of his bicep. 'Captain!'

'There's sensitive stuff in here I'd rather not let prying eyes see.' Growling, Bakugo glares over his shoulder, but refuses to move.

You raise your eyebrows. 'Am I not prying eyes?'

Huffing a chuckle, he shakes off the shiver that slinks down his spine like a stray raindrop. 'I'll be leaving Mina and Kirishima out there too. If they try anything, I won't be responsible for their actions.'

Making a non-committal noise in the back of your throat, you make a small hand gesture to Uraraka that seems to make her calm. She tosses herself back against the wood of the corridor and folds her arms across her chest, a pout already forming on her lips.

Beside her, Kirishima wears an almost identical expression.

Relaxing his arm, Bakugo pauses for a moment before crossing the threshold and letting the door finally, slam shut. Skirting around the room, he takes up post at his desk, landing lazily into the detailed chair behind it. He lifts his legs, reclining to toss his boots up onto his papers. Crossing his ankles, he moves them under his feet until comfortable and folds his hands across his stomach. 'So...' He smiles, the pointed edges of his incisors flashing above his bottom lip. 'What information brings a little sweet thing like you out here into open waters? Or, where you really just so desperate to see me again?'

You roll your eyes. 'You're of little consequence, these days. Sorry to disappoint your ego.'

He huffs, letting his eyes roll lazily down your body. Piracy looks good on you, apparently: Really good. Your skin is glowing, a side-effect of long days on deck and there's a strength lingering underneath your stature; one he's not sure he'd like to get on the wrong side of.

Cocking your hip, you lean your wrist against the hilt of your sword. 'You're looking for it, aren't you, One for All.'

It's not a question, he notes. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end, pulling tight at his skin as he tenses the muscle between his shoulders to suppress a shiver. 'So fucking what if I am?'

You smile then. It's nice to know all those days blackmailing Monoma into submission didn't all go to waste. 'You're not the only one.'

Bakugo's eyes grow dark, eyelids slipping to half-mast as he regards you carefully. 'Half of the pirates I know are searching for it.' He licks his teeth. 'So, if that's your information, I'm afraid you might have to offer me something more... Satisfying, to satiate me not sinking your ship.' Letting his eyes slip down your body, he doesn't even attempt to hide the slight tenting in his pants as he shifts his ass on his chair. Unclasping his hands, he pets down his thigh, cupping his cock in his palm through his breeches.

'Midoriya.' You annunciate his name clearly, letting it skip off of your tongue.

Bakugo responds as if you've hit him in the face. He sits up, bolt straight as his hands fall to the arms of his chair, knuckles whitening. 'Deku's dead.'

You shrug. 'Guess you don't need the information I have then.'

Pausing for a moment, you observe his silence before slowly turning on your heel. The wood creaks under your boots, screaming out into the silence as you cross the room.

'Wait.' His voice is forced out from between gritted teeth.

Peering over your shoulder, you smirk. 'Yes?'

'I liked you better when you were desperate to bed me.' He growls.

Offering him only the prettiest of smiles, you turn back to yank at the chair facing him and slip yourself into it. 'And I preferred you behind bars...' Leaning back, you kick one leg over the other. 'Now, about those answer's I wanted.'

'Speak your wishes, Princess.'

'I'll tell you a little...' You run a hand over the leather of your boot admiring how the splatters of blood shine in the low light. 'To wet your appetite and then, I want what I came for.'

Bakugo tries to growl and keep his eyes sharp, but there's no denying the warm swell of pride that lingers just under his breast bone. He inclines his head, asking for you to continue.

'The night you escaped, you thought Midoriya dead, but you were wrong. Had you let me actually check over him, instead of attempting to seduce me to escape, we might have actually avoided all of this.'

'Attempted.' Bakugo licks his teeth. 'I think we both know you were practically dripping onto the stone that night.'

You fix him with a glare. 'That's not the point... Midoriya rolled. The guard convinced him to work for them. He's to find One for All and in return, they won't hang you.'

'They'd have to catch me first.'

Raising an eyebrow, you tilt your head. 'They did: twice.'

The muscle in Bakugo's jaw ticks. 'You're working for them.' Standing, he slams his palms down onto the table. 'You conniving little -

'Luckily for you -.' Ignoring his outburst, you fix him with a glare. 'I have alterer motives.'

He tuts.

'Thanks to Midoriya, I am one of only three people privy to the last whereabouts of All Might and I'm also in possession of the map that leads there.' You tap your nails against your knee, letting your eyes roam over Bakugo's features. The vein in his temple jumps with his pulse, his hands once again whitening and tight on the arms of his chair.

Leaning back, he forces himself to relax. 'And what do you want for this information of yours, assuming that I even believe you.'

You smile. 'I want to know why you abandoned me.'

A bark of a laugh leaves his throat then. 'Oh, you sweet fool. You travelled all this way, got yourself entangled in Gods know what, became a fucking pirate all because I hurt your precious little feelings?'

'Need I remind you that you are sitting where you are, only because of me.' You fix him with a steel glare, but your face tells nothing of the storm swirling in your chest.

'I would have -.'

'You would have rotted in that cell, don't let your ego betray your intelligence.'

Bakugo grits his teeth. 'Why do you care so badly?'

'Why won't you say it?' Swallowing, you press your tongue to your teeth. 'Are you that scared to say you developed even a little affection for me?'

Glowering, Bakugo licks at his teeth sucking air in through them harshly.

'There's talk about you in almost every port, y'know.' You sigh and tilt your head, rolling it onto one shoulder as a coy smile tugs at your lip. 'They talk about you like a bad case of the itch. Say that you think with your cock and don't care what happens afterwords, but they're wrong, aren't they?' Leaning forward, you brace your elbows on the table. 'If you really didn't care, you'd have taken me with you and used me. I had money, a station so to speak, talents you could have used, but you didn't. You left me. Why?'

Sighing, Bakugo hangs his head. 'What do you want me to say, Princess.'

You don't complain at the pet name this time, instead you catch his eye and blink.

'Fuck.' Rolling his shoulders, he sinks in his chair and bites his lip. 'That month we spent together, with you tending me through those damn bars was the longest month of my life... I – I never expected to get attached to you.'

'So it was attachment that caused you to leave me behind, supposedly safe and sound?' You arch an eyebrow, urging him on.

He snorts. 'Something like that...'

'Ah.'

'I'm not going to say I was in love with you.' Tensing his jaw, Bakugo snaps. Having you close again is fraying his nerves and making him itchy. If only he could touch you, he's sure he could calm his nerves.

You swallow. He looks wild, eyes wide and honest despite the lies he is trying to clench behind his teeth. 'I never asked you to.'

'Because I'm not.' He lies.

'Okay.'

'I wouldn't even know how... As you've so kindly pointed out, it's not exactly my forte. I'd have to think with more than just my cock for that, wouldn't I?' He laughs and it's an ugly thing. A burst of noise tossed from his throat as he attempts to keep down the bubbling emotion in his chest, something he's not sure is worth locking away any more.

Licking your lips, you haul in a slow breath and offer him a smile. 'I think I could have loved you, had we had more time.'

He swallows the 'me too' lingering on his lips and instead, decides to steady himself folding his arms across his chest.

Standing, you trail your fingertips across the edge of his desk. 'Thank you...' Each step you take makes Bakugo's chest hollow, his heart threatening to jump clean out of his mouth and confess his sins to you in person. 'For your honesty.' Reaching the edge of the desk, you cock a hip and look down on him. With your knees almost knocking together, it's almost too easy to see the way his breath stutters, his Adam's apple bobbing as you take another step forward.

Bakugo swears the world stops spinning when you lean over, hands gripping the recently vacated arms of his chair. You're so close now he could crane his neck to kiss you, but his pride won't let him, not just yet. He grunts, not trusting himself to speak.

'It's a shame really, I think I would have liked it...' Pressing closer still, you part your thighs until you can slide neatly onto his lap.

He takes hold of your waist instantly. His palms squeeze, fingers digging into the fat at your sides tentatively as he wills his cock to not have a mind of it's own, for once. You're warm, searing into his skin as you lift a hand and playfully walk it up his chest to link with the other behind his neck. 'L – Liked what?'

You rock your hips, pushing deeper into his lap until your legs are forced to fold underneath you. Fixing your eyes on his, you let them slide to his lips before speaking. 'Becoming your whore.'

Bakugo's swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing clear in his throat as he refuses, stubbornly, to drop your gaze. In his breeches, his cock swells. The material itches at his head, causing each twitch to bring with it the dull, rough sting of worn cotton as he tries to will himself back to softness.

Cocking your head, you rake your nails over the back of his undercut while letting the other hand wonder down to the clef of his chest. 'So... What do you say, Captain.'

A shiver straightens Bakugo's spine.

'Want to find out what you've been missing all these years?' Leaning into him, you smile when you feel his breath quicken against your lips. 'Want to see what your whore can do?'

Bakugo lets his hands slip, his rough palms skating over the corset at your waist until he can grip your hips and urge your pelvis flush to his. Possessiveness singes his skin. 'His Whore'. The words sounds sweet, delicate and dangerous as he repeats it in his head. His heart sings, beating uncontrollably as he finally, finally gives in to the surge of need simmering in his stomach. Catching his breath, his summons enough of his runaway charisma to flash you his signature, sharp smirk. 'You sure you can handle it, Princess?'

You counter him quickly, pushing him onto the back foot once more. 'Are you sure you can handle me?.. I'm not the naive girl you left back in that tower.'

There's fire in his veins, an inescapable burning that churns inside of him as your touch leaves sparks in its wake. Your confidence riles him. It makes him want to put you back in your place.

Chuckling softly, you nose at his cheek while pressing your tits to his chest. You grind yourself down on his lap, the soft mound of your cunt pressing in close until you can feel the tell-tale heat of his arousal threatening to soak his breeches.

He hisses, gritting his teeth to trap a moan in his throat. Skating his hands down your back, he moves deliberately slow before slipping broad palms under your ass and squeezing: hard. The moan he receives is criminal and fed straight into his ear, so close that he can feel the shake of your breath on the side of your neck as he hoists you up and closer.

Twice his cock twitches, managing to press the briefest of kisses to your clit through the material of your clothes. It sends shock waves through you, making your thighs tense around his hips. Locked in stasis, caught between sense and desire, you swallow down the rising worry that you might be wrong about Captain Bakugo Katsuki after all. He looks at you with fire in his eyes and a cool snarl painted on his lips making your stomach clench uncomfortably.

'You bitch.' He mumbles, the words soft and longing in the back of his mouth, before bringing your lips together.

The kiss starts sweet. There's a delicacy to the way he moves against you, a lingering something that he refuses to communicate in any other way; but it isn't long before the hunger sets in. Sinking into his touch, you move to lock your arms around his shoulders. Your nails scratch at his hair, tugging rough when he sucks your lower lip into his mouth and bites almost enough to earn blood.

Bakugo reels. He yanks at your skirts, hauling them up and over his knee until his hands can touch against your flesh. It's dizzying. Every noise you make has him ravenous, desperate as he lands a harsh slap against your ass.

You squeal and shift, rolling your hips to grind against him. There's too many layers of clothing, but neither of you are coherent enough to rectify the matter as you continue to consume each other, lost to the feel of him as he pulls away to lay a trail of burning kisses down your neck. 'Katsuki...' His name is stolen from your mouth as a particularly harsh scrape of his teeth scratches across your collarbone.

A growl leaves his throat, vibrating against your skin as the elastic band of his willpower snaps. With one swift movement, he squares his shoulders and leans forward, yanking you up off his lap.

Squealing, you cling to him, but you're barely airborne for a handful of seconds before your ass hits the hard wood of his desk. He occupies the space between your thighs like he belongs there. His hips force your legs wide, encouraging you to bend your knees and pull him impossibly closer to steal another kiss.

Even with his eyes closed, Bakugo makes short work of the laces tying shut your shirt. His fingers dip under the material, not bothering with the edges of your corset as he tears free as much as he can. 'Shit...' Pulling back barely an inch, he lets his eyes drop to your exposed chest. 'Fuck, you're so damn pretty.' Dipping his head, he rakes his teeth across the apex of your tit. 'So, fuckin' beautiful...'

Bakugo's bite brings with it a dull sting, but that is nothing compared to the violent shock of pleasure that rocks through your stomach when he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks. His tongue swirls around the bud, his hand coming up to cup your tit as the attention he pays leaves you panting and gasping for air. Your legs lock around him, forcing his aching cock to press against you and relive the growing pulse of your cunt.

Lifting his gaze, he continues to suckle at your chest while soaking in the soft moans that slip from your mouth. From this vantage point he can see it all. Your chest heaves, throat opening as you release another high whine and let your head fall back on your shoulders. It's exhilarating, controlling your body like this – having the woman who was so high and mighty only a few moments before shaking in his gasp with only a few flicks of his tongue. 'Oh, Princess...' He coos, pressing his chin to the valley of your breast. 'You look good when you're desperate.'

Your head snaps up as soon as his mouth leaves your tit, the sensation of his tongue leaving your legs feel weak and your cunt surly leaking onto the dark cream of his breeches. Licking your lips, you reach for him and feel the dull edges of his teeth when you kiss his smirking mouth.

He's right, you think. Your body is alive, buzzing with everything that is him. Distantly, you mourn the idea that you could have had this all along; could have avoided the countless years at sea, the disgusting port towns and near-death bar fights while you searched for him, but all of your musing dies quickly when you feel his cock twitch against you.

Your fingers make quick work of the buttons of his shirt, almost tearing the material as you yank it away from his torso to finally get your hands on the skin of his chest. He's blushed down to his nipples, a rose-hue coating his skin as he shivers and presses into your touch.

'Seems I'm not the only one.'

He huffs, but doesn't refute you. Instead, he cups both of your breasts and rubs his thumbs absently over your nipples. He kisses you before dropping a hand from your tit and letting it skate down the front of your corset, he reaches your thigh, feeling through your skirts. 'Bet you're already wet enough for me to take you, huh Dripping onto my desk just at the idea of getting this cock.'

Mewling into his mouth as he growls filth into your ears, you barely feel his hands tighten on your waist before he's pulling you off the desk and bending you clean over it.

Bakugo wastes no time in hauling up your skirts and flipping them over your ass, leaving you clearly on show for him. The sight makes him clench his teeth. You're soaked. Your underwear is almost translucent and sticking to your skin, giving your cunt a soft sheen. He licks his lips.

'Are you just going to stare?' You twist to look over your shoulder and cock an eyebrow. Anticipation simmers painfully in your stomach, your skin burning for him as you feel his eyes roam your body. You need him to touch you, need to feel his hands, his mouth, his cock.

He chuffs, rolling his eyes. 'Can't a man enjoy the view?' Carefully, he dips his fingers under the edge of your underwear and pulls it away from your skin enough to see your puffy cunt.

You're about to chastise him again, to remind him that you've already wasted enough time in between the tower, the ocean and now; when the elastic of your underwear is snapped against your clit. You squeal and thrash, the pain blooming until it fades to a wonderfully sharp pleasure. Moaning, you try and fidget away, but all that gets you is another dull slap. 'B – Bakugo!'

'Oh, sorry Princess....' Bakugo licks his thumb before pressing it to your clit to sooth the sting. He rubs it softly, giving you enough pleasure to make you whine, but not enough to settle the burning in your stomach. 'Do you want me to be nicer, is that it?'

'I want you to fuck me.' You spit, summoning the rest of your restraint.

Chuckling, Bakugo smirks before leaning down over you and kisses your cheek. He rubs his cock against the cleft of your ass and revels in the way you arch for him before pulling back. His breeches are at his knees in a moment, his underwear shoved unceremoniously under his balls and his sword belt discarded on the floor as he takes his cock in hand. The skin of his palm is slick in seconds. Pre-cum leaks from his tip, drooling eagerly as he gives himself a cursory stroke.

Refusing to resist, you peak, twisting again to see just what Bakugo had been hiding. His cock is thick, thicker than you've ever seen with pale, pearlescent skin that roses towards it's head. The pubic hair surrounding his base is wild and darker than his hair, trailing up until it grows sparse just below his belly button. Your mouth waters.

Pushing up onto your tip-toes you press your ass backwards and wiggle.

A harsh slap makes Bakugo's palm tingle as he brings his hand down on your ass. 'You still want to be my whore, Princess?'

There's a wickedness in his voice, one that makes your knees shake as you feel the dull edge of his cock press against you. He spreads your ass with a hand, revealing yourself and all your neediness to him.

'Yes. Fuck – yes...'

'As you wish, but I'll warn you now...' He sinks into you without any prep and grits his teeth against the tightness of your cunt. Your body squeezes him, pulsing already around the stretch as he bottoms out. 'I'm not gentle with my whores.'

The first thrust takes your breath. You're full, impossibly so – feeling him clearly in your stomach as he slowly, pulls out and sinks back in. Despite his warning, he gives you a few dull strokes to adjust, his pace slow, but firm as he takes a hold of your hips. It's too much and not enough all at once as your body becomes pliant, lost to the feel of him as you finally come together. Hauling in a breath, you flash him a smile of teeth. 'Ruin me... Captain.'

Your words go straight to his cock, making him twitch inside you. He tightens his grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he fucks back into you with a vengeance. Already he's seconds away from losing control, indulging in you enough to meet a premature end, but he's determined to make it last. He's waited long enough after all. 'Don't worry Sweetheart, you'll need carrying back to that ship of yours by the time I'm finished with you.'

His balls hit against your clit with each thrust, sending periodic rushes of pleasure up through your stomach. It's rough, harsh as he treats you like a toy for his end, but your cunt drools betraying your enjoyment.

'Look at you, making a mess, taking me so well...' He grunts, leaning over you to collect your arms and pin them at the small of your back. You arch beautifully, allowing him to hit something delicious inside of you that makes you thrash, but he pays little attention to the moans that trickle from your mouth. Your pleasure is simply a by-product, an accidental consequence of his gruelling punishment. For a moment, he thinks he��s seeing things - a flash of silver contrasted with the skin of your wrist; but then, he’s ripping the sleeve of your shirt and exposing the manacle. ‘Is this what I think it is, Princess?’

You don’t answer, screwing your eyes shut instead.

‘Answer me.’

Another smack against your ass has your eyes rolling back. It's like every nerve in your body is being assaulted. Your cunt grips him, clit twitching with each dull slap of his balls as you're forced to lie still and take him. Words blend into nothingness in your head, every thought slowly replaced by him, until all you can utter is a weak and broken: 'Katsuki.'

'I don't let my whore use my name... It's Captain to you.' He spanks you again just to watch the flesh jiggle. It's hard to deny how incredible you feel, how your body seems to fit his perfectly, how your moans and how his name floats from your tongue has him almost a moment away from losing his mind. Gritting his teeth, he tightens his grip on your wrist and fucks you harder. ‘Now tell me, what’s this pretty little bracelet you’ve got here. Huh?’

'Captain...'

He shouldn't have told you to say it. Fuck. His cock jumps, threatening his end as his title slips off of your tongue. It's exhilarating, hearing you like this, having you with all your wild-cat attitude pinned beneath him and gushing for him. It makes him harder, makes his heart jump and his stomach twist.

'Captain, please...' Tears bead your eyes. You're so close, teetering impossibly close to the edge as he chases his own pleasure while ignoring yours. Still, you can't help the way you body responds. He’s like the worst kind of drug, the one you take knowing it’s going to fuck you up.

Leaning over you, Bakugo releases his grip on your wrists to loop an arm around your neck. Yanking up your head, he grunts into your ear – forcing you to feel just how good your body is making him feel. 'You really do love this, don't you. Love me using you, ha? Love that you're nothing more than a hole for me to get off. No wonder you where begging for me to take you with me. No wonder you kept my little trinket - bet you wore it all this time, ha, Princess? Did you wear it while you fucked yourself? Had other men fuck you and imagine it was me?’ Wrenching your head back, he slips a thumb into your mouth and forces you to drop your jaw. He presses down on your tongue, eyes wide and delirious as he opens his mouth and spits directly onto the muscle. He snarls. ‘Desperate bitch.’

There's a constriction around your throat, one that makes your head swim and your cunt pulse. His arm brackets your shoulders, forcing you still as he pins you with his weight and whispers sin into your ears.

'This is a dream come true for you, ha? Whore.'

That's enough. His voice gravelled and low, laced with the evidence of his pleasure sinks into your ears and causes your entire body to tense. Pleasure bubbles low in your stomach, rising quickly through your body until all you can do is gasp and rock your hips back against him. Your words are garbled, struggling to fit around the fingers he still has wedged in your mouth, but you manage. 'I'm – fuck – Cap – Captain, I'm going to -.'

'That's it. Cum on this cock, Princess.' Bakugo growls, licking a thick stripe up the side of your neck before he bites down, leaving a trail of broken bruises on the soft skin of your neck. He can feel you sucking his fingers, the sensation causing his hackles to rise as his cock throbs at your eagerness.

As soon as he gives you permission, you know you've lost. Your cunt clenches, pulsing around his cock as you cum hard enough for your vision to blur. It makes you feel weightless, your whole body tensing as pleasure washes over you in a series of beautifully drowning waves. Time stands still, everything around you being thrown into pointlessness as your world is wrecked by Bakugo's continued thrusts.

Having you cum on his cock feels like heaven. Kissing up your neck, he releases his hold, slips his fingers from your mouth and stands up gently; rocking his hips as he pushes you closer and closer to overstimulation. Pulling half way out, he pulls open your cheeks, admiring the way your release clings to him easing the slide as he sinks back in. It's mesmerising, watching how your body swallows him, taking everything he has to give despite the fact he knows you're spent. It makes him want you more, makes him want to give you more. Inhaling, he spits again, letting the droplet land square on your hole. ‘Next time…’ He mutters, smoothing a thumb over the puckered flesh of your ass. Testing the stretch, he dips his thumb in until the first knuckle. ‘I’ll fuck you here.’

You gasp. His words causing your body to stir again as your orgasm drags on long enough to make you feel delirious.

‘That’s my girl. Fuck -.’ Bakugo has to focus to stop himself from cumming along with you as your cunt begins to milk him. The tension is perfect, hauling him closer and closer to things he doesn’t want to admit. He’s drunk and at your mercy, despite his cruel words and taunts; right here, now, is the softest he’s felt for years.

Bakugo's hands are on you again as you come down from your high. His cock has gone, the lacking stretch making you feel empty and anxious as he pulls you up and turns you back to face him. Smoothing his thumbs over the apples of your cheeks, he presses only the softest of kisses to your lips before helping you back onto the table. You grip his shoulders, pulling him close. 'Want – want you to finish... Need you – Kat – Katsuki, please.'

'Shh, Princess. Shh. I'll give you what you want, okay. You can have all of it.' This time when he takes up your skirts, he's gentle. Urging the material up your thighs he encourages you back enough to slip between your thighs. His cock presses to your clit, bumping it awkwardly as he shuffles closer.

You jolt and whine, hands still clawing at his shoulders as he takes himself in hand and gives you what you want. This time, the stretch is welcome. He sinks into you slowly and sets a pace that has your ass bouncing on the wood.

'There you are... Good girl, fuck.' Leaning forward, he rests his forehead against yours and prises one of your hands from his shoulders. He entwines your fingers, dropping them to the desk for leverage as he holds you tight, continuing to make the edges of your vision blur. It's soft. Softer than he'd ever wanted to be, but the longer he spends lost in you, the more he realises that there's no escape. He's not sure there ever was.

Whining, you squeeze his hand and lift your eyes to his. Warm rubies stare into your soul, a thousand things he'd never say obvious in the surface of his iris' as he grunts and moans against your mouth. 'Please...' Lifting your legs, you wrap yourself around his waist and pull him impossibly closer.

'Okay, Sweetheart.' He kisses you then, a barley there touching of your lips, before speeding up his thrusts as he uses you to bring him to his own end. Your body responds to him perfectly, tensing and holding him, beckoning him to finish as he grits his teeth and screws shut his eyes.

'Look at me...' You gasp, nosing at his cheek.

He obliges, eyes snapping open as he hurtles towards ecstasy. Looking at you makes it worse. It makes his heart burn as well as his stomach. You're so beautiful, with your clothes half-torn and the evidence of him littering your neck. The light from a near-by window catches each bruise, illuminating them and making each glow in turn.

A dull pang of possessiveness flares in his chest and he feels the tell-tale tightness of his balls pull up, as they prepare to spill. 'I'm – fuck... I'm gonna -.' Pulling back, he tries to slip a hand between your bodies to take hold of his cock; but your legs tighten around him preventing his retreat. He swallows. 'I'm gonna... Fuck, fuck! I can't – Gonna...'

'Inside, please.' You voice sounds wet. Desperation fills your chest. You're not sure when you'll next get the chance to have him, if ever, and the longing drives you to boldness. 'You said you'd give me everything... Said -.'

'Fuck...' Swallowing, he doubles down, sheathing himself completely inside of you. 'Okay, Princess. You – you can have it. Shit.' He knows he shouldn't, knows better than to cum in the women he beds and yet, he finds himself unable to deny you. Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, he wonders if he even wants to. It's too easy after all, to comply, to press his cock deep and spill, hot, thick and white.

His cock kicks inside of you, nudging against your walls and making your eyes roll back. You hadn't thought you could feel any more full, but as he continues to cum, you're proven wrong. Letting your head rock back on your shoulders, you settle into the feeling as Bakugo drops his forehead to your collarbone and pants against your throat.

His nose skates against your skin, eliciting goosebumps in his wake as he mumbles soft, half-words into your skin.

You don't let go of his hand, even basking in your afterglow. Instead, you relax into the rhythm of his breath and the slow stroking of your fingers along the bulk of his shoulders. It's nice, peaceful, the closest thing you've had to happiness in the past few years and still, it's over far too soon.

Eventually, Bakugo's nonsense mumbling turns into solid words. They're still spoken into your shoulder, dulled by the echoes of pleasure that still pluck at his nerves, but there's something sad lingering behind them. 'I'm still not going to say that I love you.'

You chuckle at scratch at his scalp, earning yourself an appreciative hum. 'I'm still not going to ask you too.'

'That's the problem...' He kisses the join of your neck. 'I reckon I could'da been, too… If I'd have taken you with me.'

His words make a black hole open up in your chest. A part of you had known it, of course, but hearing it all out loud from the man himself has your skin breaking out in cold hives. Swallowing, you bend forward and press a kiss into his crown.

'S'not good for a pirate – just means you've got more to lose.' He sighs. 'And I didn't... I don't want to lose you, even if it means I can't have you.' Digging his chin into your chest, he flicks his eyes to yours and tries to look unamused, like he hasn't just bared his heart while seated inside you and staring at your tits. 'That good enough for ya?'

You nod, smiling.

'Right.' Stretching to kiss you, he slips out of you and swallows the moan you release. He can feel his own cum dripping down his cock, warm and sticky against his shaft as he reels back enough to slip you underwear back into place. 'We should...'

You relax the muscle in your legs, letting him step back and fiddle with the edge of his own underwear. He tucks himself back in, using a spare rag to clean himself off before he's yanking up his breeches and fastening them once more. He buttons his shirt then, stopping half way to look up at you. 'Here...'

Abandoning the rest of his buttons, he starts fixing your skirts ensuring that the layers fall perfectly once more. He's delicate and diligent when re-lacing your shirt too, his fingers gracing the apex of your chest and the hollow of your throat as he slowly loops each thin stretch of fabric. 'Thank you.'

Bakugo pulls you in by the waist before stealing your breath with a blinding kiss. It says too much and not enough all at once and leaves you reeling, even after he pulls away. He clears his throat, but doesn't drop his hold on you. 'We should go.'

'One more kiss?'

He grants your request, basking in you one last time before he finally, steps back. Readjusting his sword belt, now tied back around his hips, he rakes a hand through his hair and turns to the door. He pauses, bowing low. 'Ladies first.'

'A pirate and a gentleman.' You muse. There's still a sickness clinging to the lining of your stomach, one you ignore in favour of sharing his smile. In the aftermath, with your anger quenched, it’s harder to forget that you came here with a mission. The folded piece of parchment burns in your pocket, making you want to be sick.

A smirk curls his lip as you pass him. 'We both know I'm not a gentleman, Princess.'

Before you can clear the room, the crack of a harsh palm striking your ass has you squealing like a teenager and bolting. You can hear his boots, their dull falls following you as you scamper down the thin corridor and towards the deck.

He catches you before you can reach the light and pins you against the walls, your arms trapped at either side of your shoulders by the wrist as he presses in close. 'What was that about one more kiss?' He chuckles.

You don't give him an answer, instead, you surge forward and let emotion take over you. Safe in the empty corridor, you find yourself thankful that your seconds had evidently abandoned the lower quarters for the air. The kiss he grants you is fleeting, but deep and has you panting again when he finally releases you.

'I don't think I'd ever tire of that.'

'I don't think I'd ever tire of you.'

'Of me, maybe not, but you'd tire of the sea – of chasing things that only matter to men like me.'

'Women can care for treasure too.'

He smiles, sadly. 'Different treasures, Princess. You came here seeking me, while I seek -.'

'You still want the map.' You answer for him, with that cold slice of ice wedged back into your heart. Part of you think he might argue, that he will toss back up his walls and begin spouting more theatrics about piracy and danger, but he doesn't. He lets you go, reluctantly and smooths down the front of your dress.

'That was the deal.'

Opening your mouth to speak, you think better of it and lock your jaw. Disappoint sinks in your stomach, but you're not given a moment to dwell on it. You could explain the dangers, explain how the guard are planning to take his head regardless of Midoriya’s assistance, of how it was you they had sent to lure him into the trap. How the map in your pocket will surely lead to his demise.

Still, you know there’s no point.

He won’t listen.

He’s a pirate, after all.

Bakugo marches down the corridor, unaware of the turmoil in your chest and beckons you follow before kicking open the door and sliping back onto the deck.

'Ah, it's nice to see you getting along.' Bakugo's grin is from ear to ear as he strolls over to where the seconds have removed themselves.

Uraraka stands up, straightening herself from where she had been laying in Mina's lap.

Kirishima doesn't lift his eyes. 'Well, we couldn't exactly stay down here.' He grumbles. 'What with all the damn fucking noise.' The knuckles on his right hand are bloodied, the wrap he's woven around them already stained and dirty, but if he's in any form of discomfort, he doesn't show it.

Bakugo laughs and claps Kirishima, hard, on the back before whispering something in his seconds ear that makes him perk up, if only slightly. Straightening, he turns to you and holds out a hand, palm facing upwards. 'I believe you owe me a map, Princess.'

You try and hide the disappointment lining your features as you bow your head. Turning to Yaomomo, you incline your head.

The gesture catches her off guard, but sends Momo scrambling through the many pouches attached to her belt. It's in the second that she finds what she's looking for, retrieving an old tattered map from within. She holds it out, eyes questioning.

Taking it from her, you don't pause when dropping it into Bakugo's hand.

He snatches it, grin wide and feral as he spins on the balls of his boot addressing the entirety of his ship. 'We have a new heading, lads!'

The crew that had been lazing about the deck are on their feet in an instant. Fists are thrown into the air, shouts loosed from throats and boots stamped against the wood. It's electric, the air fizzes around them as the entire crew becomes energised at their captains words. In a seconds, men who had been hanging from the rigging, or leaning on stray cannons are called to action.

'Captain...' Uraraka steps forward, unsettled by the sudden movement. ‘That map, it’s the wrong -.’

Bakugo turns to face her, eyebrows furrowing when you step in front of him.

'We should return to the ship.' You silence any further protest with a hand. 'It's obvious we've run the course of our relationship here.'

Hauling in a breath, you force a smile to your lips before signalling for your two ship-mates to flank you. It takes all of your strength to cross the deck to the rail where a short board links your ship with Bakugo's, but you manage every step without looking back over your shoulder to see if Bakugo is following.

Part of you hopes he is, hopes that he's already feeling the same ache in his stomach that you are and following on your heels.

Another part of you knows that he’s not.

Taking hold of the rail, you move to hoist yourself up when a feather light weight touch graces your waist.

'Captain...' Bakugo's eyes linger on yours when you turn to face him. His chest clenches, heart hammering in his chest as his gaze drops to your lips. If he was a better man, he'd kiss you, but he's always been a pirate first. Dragging his eyes back to yours, he offers out his hand. ‘On another tide, Princess.'

You huff a laugh and shake your head, but take his hand regardless. 'Your Captain sends her regards.’

He smiles. The faintest hint of blush is visible on his cheeks, high on the bones.

Beside you, Uraraka has already hauled herself up onto the rail; her face bright red as Mina blows a kiss in her direction. She pauses, teetering there until both you and Yaomomo clamber up beside her.

The first step is the hardest. The board wobbles under your feet, but it still feels more secure than the tatters of whatever could lie between you and Bakugo. Each step takes you away from him, leading you back towards the life you'd built while on his tail; except now, it all feels heavier.

Landing on the deck of your own ship, you turn back just in time to watch Uraraka and Tokoyami push the board into the recess of the ocean, separating the two ships. From over the rail, you can still see him – his proud mess of blonde hair obvious against the dark mahoganies of the ship. If you squint, you can swear you see him raise his hand to his mouth and kiss the skin there; but it wouldn't be the first time your heart had convinced your eyes of seeing things in it's rose-coloured light.

'Where too, Captain?' Tokoyami cocks his head, nudging your elbow with a curled finger.

You wipe a tear from your eye, blinking away the mist. What's done is done, you suppose. It's not as if you hadn't expected this... Signed up for it, even. Still, you rest easier knowing that Bakugo’s heading is set far away from what will happen to you when the guard discover your deceit. 'We're to meet back with the fleet.' You bite the inside of your lip. 'They need to know he took the bait.’

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Alastor x F!Overlord!Reader

AN: this is the result of the first poll I posted, Alastor won so here we are!

I’ve kinda broken this into two bits in this one shot, there’s a warning farther down if you want to keep within the ideas of “headcannon” but farther below I have the start of a story, I got a bit carried away and am too far gone to delete it.

⚠️Warnings: mentions of blood, death, weapons, smoking, maybe 1 instance of cannibalism ( but its more in the sense of revenge rather than a canabalistic reader) (idk man it’s hell if your triggered don’t read 😭) this is really long already so I might just break it up or continue it to make a part 2. I have a LOOOOOOT of references in here to so many things, if you guys can pick up on them leave a comment and I’ll tag list you in my next fic if you want! Or don’t I honestly couldn’t care less it’s just for fun :p

Reader is referred to with afab terms.

Pt2-

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• In your life you tried to stay on “the right” path. Your parents raised you right, you tried your hardest to be nice, and where always on your best behavior, but after getting the short end of the stick for too long you kinda… loose it.

• You ended up in hell after a night out partying with some of your most valued clients, when you went to drive yourself home the heel of your stiletto got stuck under the gas pedal, as you tried to pull it out you took your eyes off the road and 💥 BAM 💥 you where hit by a large grocer truck.

•Opening your eyes to a red wasteland, the bright flash of lights and the smell of brimstone flood your senses. Looking down to try and gather your bearings you notice your whole body wasn’t (skn/tn) anymore… it was marble grey?

“Where… where am I?” I mumbled under my breath, trying to gather my surroundings, a bright flashing catches my eyes, a gigantic neon sign in the sky gives me my anwser…

“Welcome to Hell!!!”

“Hell…. I’M DEAD?!!!!” I groaned out through barred teeth and stood to my feet, looking around I saw definite signs, this was Hell alright. A blood red sky, fires everywhere, little sinners running around stabbing and shooting one another.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, ALL MY WORK, MY SHOPPING EMPIRE, MY CLOSET, MY AWARDS, MY EVERYTHING, RAAAAAAHHH!!!” In my anger I grabbed the nearest sinner and threw them to the ground, putting my foot between their shoulder blades and grabbing their arms.

“You’re gonna tell me right now, what the hell is going on, WHY AM I DEAD AND HERE-” I shouted in their ear, seeing blood come out… oh shit I probably burst their ear drum… oh well, I’ve done that plenty of times to my assistants.

“D-d-do you mean, like in hell, or or just this area?” They questioned nervously. To be fair they were a scrawny little thing…

“What in the-“ I paused to look around, then referred back to this little shit “actually HELL are you talking about?”

“W-w-well, you must, *gulp* you must be new here, huh?” It asked with a weary smile and a weak little laugh, probably trying to ease the tension. “Well, down… down here, we uh, we have overlords who- who rule certain areas, we’re in Ms.Leefolt’s t-t-t-territory right now, I mean, our king Lucifer, Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar rule all of hell…”

“Well, that certainly is… intresting.” I smirk and stand up, releasing his arms but not letting my foot off his back. “So these, overlords… are they appointed by your king, or born into or something?” I question with a sharp red nail in between my teeth, thinking…

“No, no ma’am just, just anyone who’s ballsy enough to, to, take over enough territory and have enough demons- sell them their souls in exchange for something. Umm- if it’s not too much of a bother, could you let me go… I- I can feel my ribs crushing under me…” it started wheezing out and trying to get a hand under its chest to place a barrier between their chest and the ground.

“Hm, well if that’s all true, I can’t let some little thing like you going around gossiping about me.” I growled looking down at this freak… pressing my heel into his spine harder.

“No! No please, I won’t say a thing I promise!! Just let me go, please… pleas-“

SPLAT-

“Whoops, my bad, I slipped.” I reasoned, pulling my now bloody leg out of his torso.

“Ohh, eeeeeew eweweweweweweeew, I’ve got bits of his, ugh, lung on my heels.” Flicking away the bits of organ from my shoes, I take a breath and another look around but this time in a planning sense. Overlords huh, well, I’ll just have to see how much this ‘miss leefolt’ likes the taste of arsenic, I wonder when the last time she had a homemade pie was….

• So of course to establish some dominance in my new living arrangement, I gutted that bitch from the inside out. I took her territory, her power, her souls, even her manor. When I went to her office to kill her I found the deed to her house and all the contracts of sinners who gave her their souls in a pretty shittily hidden safe.

• I mean, I had to work so hard to build my life up just for a stupid grocer to end it all, so this is fine… right?

• The years go by and the world changes, you became one of the most powerful and influential overlords in hell, re-establishing your power once held on earth to a business in hell. Rosie and Velvet quickly becoming your closest friends, Velvet in a more business sense and Rosie being your go to gossip gal. Both of you having elegant and refined tastes. You and Husk became friends over talking shit in a casino one night, and remained friends after his downfall. He talks to you about this, radio demon, from time to time but you haven’t heard much of him

Little do you know he knows almost everything about you~

• Your walking around Cannibal Town one day waiting for Rosie to finish a meeting, watching children run around and little carts selling all kinds of body related snacks.

I lost a bit of my sense of surrounding and almost tripped on a kid running around with his friend throwing a head back and fourth.

"Jerermy! Stop playing with your lunch and apologize to that nice lady you almost ran into."

"Sorry miss, I didn't mean too." He said looking down at the head ashamedly, then offering me a piece of the cheek. "Would you like some of this face? It's really good." He looked up at me with an excited look. "Oh thank you, but I'm waiting for lunch with my friend, I'll go to the butcher and get some though, it looks really good." I smiled my pointy teeth at him, patted his head and motioned him back to his mother, she waved to me and I nodded my head back, thinking it was time for Rosie to be done by now.

"My my, with your reputation of anger issues I would assume you would tear that poor child into bits upon realization." A staticky voice spoke behind me, tilting my head back but not my body as I don't know who it is. I look him up and down, his outfit and cane/staff thingy give off quite the powerful impression. "My, mhm, reputation?" I pester raising my eyebrow.

"Ah-hahahaha, My name's Alastor, its quite a pleasure to finally meet you in person." He introduced reaching for the back of my hand to place a kiss. Him saying his name reminded me, I too finally recognized the name. "Oh, Rosie has told me much about you." The radio demon, his names been brought up many times around cannibal town since he frequented their shops and small town locals.

"Oh yes, Rosie is one of my dearest friends" He replied linking our elbows and started walking towards the shop. "Mine as well, she is quite the darling, so let me ask you now, where you just standing there when I got to the park, or where you going to follow me in silence since I left the emporium~" He didn't stutter in his step but my revelation made the air feel a bit more, weary on his side. Reaching into my hand purse I grabbed my lipstick and hand mirror and paused my walk to apply a touch more. Looking just past my lips in the reflection I saw his eyes in the back corner snap to my down, then back up to my eyes with a tight smile. "Well, are you coming? I know Rosie hates to be kept waiting." I snapped it shut and outreached my elbow waiting for him to link his so that we could start the traverse back to Rosie's.

• After our little group luncheon with Rosie, Alastor and you didn't verbally indicate that you were closer in any sense. But physically you swayed like two tree's. Brushing branches back and fourth with the breeze, restless and apart yet labeled as "together"

• You started doing weekly business deals, him acquiring land and souls for you, and all he asked in returns is he uses that land and those souls as he pleases. Which honestly isn't a lot. When he pulls people or their shadows to come help at the hotel- their mostly your people but he always sends them back to whence they came.

• He likes to pretend he doesn't necessarily care for being around you, however he's always looking for time you two can be together, or even thinking of each other. On his radio show he'll mention new shopping, eating, entertainment locations on your turf. He knows you listen when your able to. Sometimes he uses his power to let his station be the only one playing where ever you are. In the car, in a shopping store, you could be sitting in the bathroom and it would get to the point where you can hear it from the vents. Making you roll your eyes and finish your business so you could get to your office to listen to the radio.

• Truth be told... you where falling to his whims as well. Alastor didn't necessarily have "territory" but many places in one area he had influence in and quite often frequented. When you had rips or damage to your very expensive very delicacy clothing you would walk with him to the seamstress, and afterwards you would often get tea or lunch together. Maybe he knows a good diner or two and ya’ll will sit there and eat, then get a milkshake (mostly bc you wanted one, he just indulges to make you happy though he doesn’t care for the cold sweet taste) and drink it through two straws, awwwwwwwwwwwwe!!

• When either of you knew of prestigious events happening around you invite the other to be your plus one. You go shop together to find outfits for the occasion. You started attending overlord meetings together, with yourself sat on the opposite side of Rosie, sending each other glances and touches under the table whenever Rosie wasn't looking or walked away for a brief moment. At the events you stay close together and often stand away from the crowd, whispering and gossiping together, allowing yourself a to drink silly, little do you know how well he can hold his liquor and often will be the one making sure YOU get home. Sometimes you wake up still dressed, like the gentleman he is, and sometimes you’ll wake up in some red pajama set…. Like the gentleman he is, he’s not gonna let you sleep in an uncomfortable outfit. But he’s respectful about it.

• He often send subliminal messages through your radio to help you fall asleep, to push you to coming to see him, to maybe just stay in your town if he knew something really bad was going on outside. His favorite to do is when your falling asleep he’ll play the calmest songs from his time to comfort you as you drift off.

• When he officially asked to court you he compared you to the beautiful crimson of the sky, saying your cheeks where more bright and delightful to gaze at then the morning sky, when it was particularly bright. All kinds of poetic gestures, sending crows to your windows, sending your gifts of bodies with knives in them, and the knives had small notes left for you on some quote from a book you like. Now how he knows those are your favorite books are beyond you…. you don’t talk about your books much but, maybe he’s seen you reading it at some random point in time? Who knows, not you.

• He’s all in all not a bad partner, of course when you want to go out he usually goes along with what you want to do but if there’s something he refuses to do, his claws are sinking into your arms to keep you from dragging him to do it.

• His smile is genuine around you and you adore when he lets you pet his ears~ he’s not that intimate early on in the relationship but when your just sitting on a couch or watching the sun set from somewhere and you just reach over and pet his ears, he is putty in your hands, physically he keeps his compose fairly well but inside he’s willing to do anything to keep you touching his ears, telling himself he would sell YOU his soul if it meant you wouldn’t stop, petting his ears and helping him groom his antlers, don’t even get me started on the tail… oh wait he’s already got something going on with that… well darn… hopefully you will keep accepting his caring actions rather than push them away.

——-STOP reading here if you don’t want to get into the more “story line” of this idea, if you want more of a story KEEP READING——-

• One night some sinner had gotten into your liquor stash and drank himself ditzy, you chased him into an ally way, looking to end his fucking life. Most of those where gifts from clients that most likely had aphrodisiacs and at the time where trying to get down your pants, but he drank from one of the few special bottles Alastor had gifted you and you went ballistic. You ended up catching him and killing him, and taking a tip from Rosie and ripped some of his limbs off, letting yourself indulge in the taste of warm, liquor filled blood. When you came too you realized you didn't know where you had chased him. Now covered in blood, liquor, rain, mud and whatever mess you stepped in on your way over. Seeing the iluminating lights of the sign for the Hazbin Hotel, your only thought was to try and get to Alastor.

*knock knock knock*

*creeeeeeeeeeeeeeek*

"Oh! Oh my gosh, hi! Come in Come in. " An ecstatic girl ushered you inside, making a towel appear seemingly out of nowhere and helping you dry off. "I'm Charlie, whats your name?"

"Oh, how rude of me" I respond trying to shake off my chills, my nose starts to get a bit runny. "Uhm I'm Y/N, I don't mean to sound intrusive- uh is Alastor here?" I ask hesitantly, not wanting to just barge in but after the night I've had I wasn't in too much of a mood for pleasantries.

"Oh yes! Here, why don't you sit at the bar, have some tea or water or something and I'll run up to his radio tower." She sat me down at a bar stool and walked away. The bartender was turned around already whipping me up something.

"So he's got you wrapped up here huh?" I inquired with a smirk, resting my hands under my chin and trying to keep a little composure. His wings ruffled a little bit before he reached for my favorite hell made brand of brandy, my cotten candy brandy, I'm not one for sweets but I love the zing it gives you. The kind where you loose your vision for a good 7 seconds.

"You haven't usually been one to be a stranger, what gives?" Husk asked turning around handing me my drink and a bowl of pretzels.

"Well when I saw you weren't at your usual gambling tables I didn't think to question it, thought you where maybe getting more chips... ooooor hooking up in the chip room.... ooooor selling even MORE of your soul, if that's even possible, maybe like your wings or your feathers or, like your body as a human shield in the next extermination, never thought you'd be here slinging drinks." I shrugged swirling my drinks around the glass before taking a sip.

Before he could respond he took a bit of a step back and growled really low and deep in his throat.

"Ah yes well he owed me a favor and since I took an investment in this hotel I needed a little work on it done." Alastor came up behind me with a warm towel wrapping it around my shoulders as the one Charlie gave me was wrapped around my waist keeping my legs warm... unfortunatly the sinner got caught at a bad time, I was in the middle of 'me time' before bed and was in my good silk nighty. Glad I walked to my office with my fuzzy robe and ballet slippers. I feel really warm and fuzzy, my heads all….. comfy now… is that static coming from Alast-

"Oh deerest your all wet, would you like to come up and I can help you clean up." He asked you shaking the towel on your shoulders helping you sit up. "Oh yes please" you responded looking at him with sad tired eyes.

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I took a sip of the warm tea Alastor had made me and laid back in the bath, taking it all in. I WAS just planning a quiet evening in at home, maybe snack on some treats I got in the Gluttony ring, watch some hells soap operas. Now I’m here, in my beau’s bathroom, relaxing… maybe I can convince him to let me up to his radio tower to listen to his late night show live, oh that would be fun. I wonder what it looks like up there? I’ve only ever seen his actual town house… a little ways away from town-

*CRASH *

“What the fuck?!” I sat up so fast I almost slipped, sitting on my butt… in the tub…. Shit did he spike my tea?

“Alastor? Is everything okay?” I asked loudly. Standing up carefully keeping three points of contact with the tub and the floor. I reached for a different robe he had given me, a soft red fluffy one, with (what I hope is faux ) fur along the collar and wrists.

Walking towards the bathroom door very carefully I cautiously reached for the shiny silver handle. Telling myself it’s okay but feeling a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach, and the handle was the top of the pit…

“Alastor?” I called out again, once more not getting an answer, bringing my hands to my mouth when I heard a large thump out there, trying to keeping my composure… oh what the hell they know I’m here already. I went to turn the handle what the door got pushed in, had I been able to see what happened I would’ve seen Alastor in his demonic form and it probably would’ve scared the actual shit outta me… but NOPE

I went to open the door when it got pushed open and a bright blue flash covered all of my vision and made me feel… kinda tried… but I’m awake, almost like I’m not in my body… it’s… really hard……. To keep my….. keep my eyes …………………………….………open…….

• You collapsed to the floor slowly breathing, in a trance, feeling some sharper claws pick you up bridal style, if you weren’t so dazed out you would see Alastor frozen in time… like a paused TV… unable to get to you, or subdue your captor. You still had enough conscience to hear a muffled voice talking to a phone~

“Yeah we got her… foil chains worke—“

“Get her ba-“

“…. Longer you take the quicker……….. flasher wears-“

• Last thing you could remember hearing before completing falling out was a radio scramble in your brain, the sound going from a hollow scraggly to a tight scraggle- like turning the tv in between stations………

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AN: WELLLLL WHAT DID YA THINK???? Did you skip to down here or did you read the WHOLE thing. I really hope ya’ll like this, I’m so excited to make part 2, and maybe 3 or 4 depending on how far this goes.

Thank you to anyone who reads this and interacts in any way shape or form!!! Even if it’s just reading :) HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY AND REMEMBER

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You're Family to Us

Request: Hi! I am absolutely in love with your characters , hats off to your writing skills!!¡¡

Could you write something where the reader goes missing on mission and is held captive by some mythical creatures of your choice. After months she is finally found. She is very weak and traumatized. All scratch marks , bite marks claw marks etc depending on the creature. Frail, weak , dehydrated , malnourished barely able to stand without passing out first....The team nurses her back to health. Sam especially!

Lots of comfort❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader (platonic)

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She didn't know how long she'd been down there, in the tiny, dark, damp cellar. She didn't even know where she was, having been knocked unconscious before waking up here. She'd been on her way to visit the Winchesters and Cas, her found family, when she'd been attacked from behind at a gas station not long after the sun had set. One minute, she was filling up her tank for the last leg of her journey, and the next, she was in the cellar and aching all over in darkness. She'd been driving to the bunker to help them out with a case of disappearing people not far from where the bunker was, and now she was one of the victims.

She was sitting on the uneven stone ground, her back pressed against the one spot of wall that she'd found to be the least uncomfortable. She had her eyes closed and was hugging her legs, trying to keep in some sort of warmth. She'd searched every part of the small room at least five times, but the four walls were solid stone, the door was locked tight, and there were no windows. The only glimpse she had to the outside world was a small hole in the corner of the ceiling, which was letting in a steady trickle of rainwater from outside. It had been raining on and off since she'd been trapped in there. The droplets of water hitting the floor, and the whistle from the wind passing over the hole were the only sounds she'd heard going on three days now, or maybe it was four, since they had last came into the room. There had been another man in the room when she'd first woken up. He was scared, confused, drained. All she could get out of him was that these people, these creatures, would come into the room every few days and weaken him. He had said that someone else was in the room when he first arrived, and they were now gone. He told her that he'd soon be gone, and then so would she. The next time the creatures came into the room after she'd woken up, they took him, and she'd been alone ever since.

She no longer felt hunger, that pain had come and gone, but she was thirsty. She'd tried drinking the rain water but it wasn't enough to quench her thirst, just enough to keep her alive. She hadn't slept much either, every time she dozed off, her head would scrape against the wall or the floor and she'd wake again. The only thing that was giving her hope was the fact that the boys were expecting her, and she knew they would've started to look for her the moment they realised she was late and couldn't get in contact with her. Only several months previous, Sam had insisted she let him track her phone. He promised he'd only use it if she got into trouble, that he had the same thing set up for Dean, Cas, and himself, and that it had helped before. She was thankful now that she'd agreed to it; at least they'd know that she was at that gas station when she'd gone missing.

She pulled up her sleeve to check on her wounds. When she'd first woken up, her arms were stinging and covered in long cuts. Her mind had immediately jumped to claw marks from whatever had grabbed her. Some of them looked like they were healing, but there was one in particular on her right arm that she knew was infected. It was hot, red, and swollen. It was the largest of the cuts, running all the was from her shoulder down to her elbow. She wasn't able to move her right arm without a pain searing through it. She gently used her left hand to pull the sleeve back down after confirming that the infection wasn't improving. If she wasn't going to die of thirst or hunger, that cut was going to be the end of her.

***

She had become so tired that she could no longer keep her eyes open. She didn't even register the sound of the door opening, or the sound of footsteps on the found. She was startled by hands on her shoulders, shaking her. She tried to push them off with her good arm, but it was useless, their grip was too tight. Whoever they belonged to was shouting at her, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. Her eyes stayed closed as she tried asking what was going on, but it came out as an unrecognisable mumble.

"Cas! Get in here!"

"Sam? Is she in here?" Cas walked into the room, his angel blade at the ready, to find Sam kneeling down on the floor in front of [Y/N], who was slouched against the wall. He quickly walked over to them and crouched down, placing his hand on her forehead and closing his eyes in concentration.

"Can you heal her?" Sam's voice was desperate, and his hope fell away as he watched Cas shake his head.

"I'm sorry Sam, my grace is still low after that incident last week. I can sense that she's very weak, she needs food and water and her wound is infected. We need to get her back to the bunker, now".

"Where's Dean?" Sam asked as Cas stood back up.

"He's checking to see if there are any more, but I think we've killed all of them. I'll tell him we found her, can you get her to the car on your own?" He asked as he put his blade back into his coat. He waited for Sam to nod before leaving the room. Sam looked back at [Y/N], taking in how thin and ashen she was. His heart broke for her, seeing like this.

"Okay, come on, let's get you out of here". He reached around her back to pull her towards him, slipping his arm under her knees and standing up with her. "Shit", he muttered as he realised how light she was, he knew she had a long recovery ahead of her. Not wasting any more time, he headed out to get back to the car.

***

"[Y/N]?" Dean jogged over to Sam as he saw him come out of the building. He froze as he got closer, taking in her appearance. "Fuck", he ran his hand through his short hair, furrowing his eyebrows at her and then clenching his fists. "What the fuck did they do to her?"

"I don't know, can we just get her home? I just want to get her out of here", Sam said as he walked past Dean to the car, where Cas was waiting with the back door open. Sam maneuvered her into the back bench of the car, sliding in behind her and pulling her over to hold his arm around her. He could tell that she was awake but just too weak to open her eyes or speak, so he wanted to try and keep her as comfortable as possible. Her head lay on his shoulder and she only stirred slightly when Dean started the engine up. "You're safe now, we've got you", he whispered before kissing the top of her head. He relaxed slightly when he heard her sigh in relief.

Dean, Sam, and Cas were all beyond angry that they hadn't found her sooner.

***

[Y/N] groaned. Her head hurt, her body ached, but she scrunched her face in confusion as she realised she was no longer thirsty. Her eyes snapped open as she felt her hand being squeezed, and she heard someone talking at her. Everything was blurry, she could only make out a large figure in front of her, and she could only hear a deep rumble coming from it, no words. She started to panic, sitting up and trying to pull her hand back, pushing herself backwards until her hand hit air and she was falling. She hit the ground with a thump and her bad arm felt like it was on fire as it took the brunt of her fall. The figure was immediately crouching over her, blocking out the light on the ceiling, and her panic now mixed with pain as she cradled her arm against her chest.

"Breathe, [Y/N]", she was finally able to make out a word from the blurry figure, and the voice sounded somewhat familiar. "You're in the bunker, you're safe, nothing is going to hurt you, okay?"

"D...Dean?" She tried to focus her eyes, slowly making out concerned green eyes staring into hers.

"Yeah, it's me, see?" He reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing in gently. "Let's get you back onto the bed, okay? Come on, easy now". He reached around her back to hoist her back up, taking care to avoid putting any pressure onto her bad arm. She winced as she settled back down onto the bed. "I'm gonna check your arm, we had to stitch it up, I just need to check that you didn't pull any stitches with that fall", he said as he started to reach up to her chest. She looked down and spotted a blue material that she recognised as one of Sam's flannels, and Dean began to unbutton it. He carefully pulled her arm out of the sleeve, muttering apologies as she winced again at the movement.

She noticed that she was also wearing a clean tank top, and her mind briefly wondered which one of them had changed her clothes. Given the fact that she was wearing Sam's flannel, she figured it must have been him, and she felt comforted by the thought that she was being taken care of. "Okay, looks like two stitches need to be redone, you're bleeding a bit just above your elbow. Are you in pain?"

"Um", she cleared her throat as her voice came out raspy, it had been awhile since she'd used it properly. "A little".

"Okay. I can give you some painkillers, we've been giving them to you as much as the dosage allows, and you should be due some now anyway. Hang on one second". He let go of her hand and walked over to a cabinet, and she looked around to see that she was in the bunker's infirmary.

"How long have I been here?" She asked as he walked back over to the bed, two pills in his hand and reaching towards the glass of water on the bedside table.

"Uh, three days. You've kinda been in and out of consciousness for a lot of it, and not really with it when you're awake. Cas has tried to heal as much as he can, but his grace is still regenerating after a run in with a witch not long before we found you. He's only really been able to heal the infection, but the cut is still pretty deep and we want to stop it from getting infected again". He handed her the pills and water and pulled a stool over to sit beside her, and opened a suture kit that had been sitting on the table. Once she'd put the glass back down, he opened his hand for her to lay her arm in. "You good?" He asked as he took out an alcohol wipe to clean it. She nodded and he got to work.

He was finishing up the second stitch when she heard footsteps coming towards the infirmary, and suddenly she was feeling anxious, but she relaxed a little when Sam walked in. "Hey, you're awake", he smiled at her, though his smile didn't reach the concern in his eyes.

"Hey, uh, yeah", she smiled back, and took her arm back once Dean had let go and was packing the kit up again.

"How do you feel?" He asked as he walked over to them. "I'm sorry it took us so long to find you, they brought you to a pretty secluded area. We found your phone at the gas station", he nodded to a table on the far side of the room, where she could see her bag and phone. "Your car's in the garage too". He took Dean's place once Dean stood up, quietly leaving to give them space to catch up.

"I'm a bit... foggy? I don't know, kinda confused. How long was I gone?"

"Two months", Sam grimaced at her wide-eyed reaction. "I promise you, [Y/N], we haven't rested since you went missing. We spent every day trying to find you, we would never give up on you". He grabbed her hand, hoping that she would believe him. "I hate seeing you like this, I'm so sorry".

"Sam", she shook her head. "You have nothing to be sorry for. We've all been captured and we've all had hunts go sideways on us. It's part of the job".

"Yeah but I asked you for help on the case, none of this would have happened if I hadn't called you".

"Sam, stop, okay? It's..." She coughed and cleared her throat. "It's not your fault". She coughed again, harder this time and Sam stood up and pulled his phone out of his pocket. With his free hand, he rubbed her back as he flicked through his contacts and held his phone to his ear.

"You're okay, get it out, breathe", he said as he waited for an answer on the phone. "Yeah, Cas?It's me, can you get down here? She's having difficulty breathing". He looked back to her and noticed that she'd closed her eyes and was leaning back down on the bed. "Yeah, now". He hung up and put his phone down on the bed, leaning over her to help her lie down slowly.

***

"Sam?" She called out, opening her eyes to a dark room.

"Um, no, it's Castiel", she heard him shuffle closer to her. She still felt weak, but her throat felt clearer. "Sam and Dean are asleep, it's 3am, but I can wake Sam if you need him". She squinted in the darkness and could just about make out his silhouette beside her.

"Oh, no, it's okay. What... what happened earlier? I remember coughing and Sam calling you but it's kinda hazy after that".

"You're weak", he said, and she looked up at him. "Not in general, just right now after what you've been through", he was quick to add. "You were having difficulty breathing, and when I came down to help you were falling back asleep. I cleared your throat but Sam thought it best to let you rest, and I agreed". He reached over to place his fingers on her forehead, and she closed her eyes as a familiar comfort spread through her body, and she felt the pain in her arm and the ache she felt throughout her body dull a little. "I'm sorry, that's as much as I can help for now".

"You all need to stop apologising", she shook her head and reached for his hand as he was pulling it away. "I appreciate everything you're doing for me". She squeezed his hand slightly. "I should be the one apologising, I should've been more aware of my surroundings, I shouldn't have been that easy of a target".

"Don't be hard on yourself. You should just focus on healing. Sleep, [Y/N], let your body and mind rest". He sat down beside her and kept a hold of her, using his thumb to rub circles on the back of her hand.

***

A scream woke both Sam and Dean, and they instantly ran towards the source of it; the infirmary. They found [Y/N] clutching her arm and tossing and turning in the bed, looking like she was trying to get away from something. Sam instantly went to her bedside and grabbed her shoulder, but it only made her scream again. "No! Get off! Please, please stop, please let me go!" She had tears streaming down her face, and Sam looked back at Dean for help.

"Hey, [Y/N], wake up, it's just us", Sam said as he cupped her cheek with his hand.

"No! Leave me alone! Please!" She sobbed, and Dean came over to lightly tap at her other cheek before gripping her good shoulder and shaking.

"Come on, wake up kid, you're safe here", when she continued to struggle in the bed, the brothers shared a look and Dean sighed. "[Y/N]! WAKE UP!" Her eyes snapped open at Dean's booming voice and she looked frightened, glancing between the two of them.

"It was a nightmare, you're okay", Sam said, stroking her cheek. "You're safe, nothing is going to hurt you". She immediately started to cry, and she leaned forward into Sam as he moved closer to hug her against his chest. Dean leaned over to rub circles on her back and they all stayed like that until she'd calmed down and her breathing had evened out.

"I was back in that cellar", she sniffed. "They came back for me".

"They're gone Sweetheart, I made sure of it, they're all dead", Dean said as she leaned back to look up at them.

"What... what were they? It was so dark in that room... whenever they came in I couldn't really see, and I'd always pass out after a couple of minutes. All I know is they had some sort of claws?"

"Tallons. Harpies. Ugly little sons of bitches", Dean told her.

"Harpies?"

"That's what we're calling them anyway", Sam said. "It was the closest thing we could find in the lore".

"What did they want?"

"Well apparently they're in this constant state of hunger. This group, we think, somehow were feeding off of suffering. Basically, the hungrier and weaker you grew, the more satiated and the stronger they got", Sam explained as he brushed her hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, most the other victims only lasted a week or two. You've no idea how relieved we were to find you alive", Dean said. "Cas found the other victims, he said most of them died from thirst".

"It started to rain a little while I was at the gas station. I remember it because it had been so sunny earlier in the day", she said.

"It had been pretty dry around here for weeks before you were taken", Sam nodded. "Why?"

"I drank the rainwater", she said. "There was a hole in the ceiling and the water was coming through. I guess the previous victims didn't have that if it was dry". A tear escaped from here eye and Sam was quick to wipe it away. "I'm sorry", she sniffed.

"Hey, what are you saying sorry for?" Dean frowned at her and she looked up at him with watery eyes.

"I was supposed to help, but I didn't save anyone".

"[Y/N], don't think like that", Sam pulled her in for another hug and rested his chin on top of her head. "You gave us a starting point, we knew where you were when you were taken. Who knows how long it would have taken for us to find them otherwise. We got them and killed them because you led us there".

"Why don't you try get some more sleep? It's still a couple hours until morning. I'll even get up early to make your favourite breakfast", Dean winked at her as he stood up. Sam leaned back to give Dean space to kiss her forehead, and [Y/N] smiled and nodded at him as he left the room.

"Do you want me to stay here, or do you want to come with me to my room? I don't mind either way, but I think my bed is a bit more comfortable than this one", Sam said to her. "You could take one of the spare rooms either, but I'd like to be there in case you have another nightmare".

She took a moment to think about it, and settled on Sam's room. She'd stayed with him before, Dean too, and she knew she slept better when they were around. "My room it is", he nodded and stood up. He held out his hand which she took as she got up out of the bed. She was only able to take one step before her knees buckled beneath her, and she gasped as she fell. Sam's strong arms wrapped around her waist before she could hit the ground, and he lifted her up into his arms. She blushed in embarrassment as he looked down at her in concern.

"I'm sorry", she said, hiding her face in his shoulder, but he just chuckled.

"You're still recovering, it's understandable. None of us will mind carrying you around until you get your strength back", he said as he began to walk towards his room. "You're family to us".

Once he opened the door to his room, he walked her over to the bed and let her down gently on one side. It was still warm from where he'd been sleeping earlier in the night, and she was comforted by his familiar scent on the pillow. He was right, his bed was more comfortable. "If you need anything, you just wake me up and let me know, okay?" He asked as he lay down beside her and pulled the covers up. She nodded before he turned his beside lamp off, and she instantly snuggled up beside him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her gently onto his chest, keeping her safe and warm. Sam held her close for the rest of the night, and she slept peacefully in his arms, looking forward to the breakfast that Dean had promised her in the morning.

The end

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