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astrxlfinale · 23 days

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While tagging along with Caelus on various adventures could be widely fascinating, the concept of fighting wasn't one Guinaifen could pride herself in. Naturally, weapon would be drawn and she'd take her place beside him, directing the sharp blade of her polearm in the direction of the mara struck warriors circulating them. To think that these weird things were still around! Man, didn't they have military peeps out here patrolling or something !?

"Uh ... babe, Caelus, honey -" following the footsteps of one of the combat ready figures, Guinaifen's back soon pressed against Caelus', one turning into five there they stood surrounded. What a wicked joke! She had wanted to track down some cool secrets, not this!\ They were so creepy! And knowing that a single strike wouldn't be enough to bring them down only made it worse. A small grimace would twitch on the performer's features, hand parting with the shaft of her polearm to reach for one of her trusty firecrackers.

There'd be a scraping sound coming from one of her feet, golden heel readying to bring up the heat.

"You know --" She'd wheeze, golden eyes shifting between a couple of the marastruck. "if you had any bright ideas babe, I so totally would welcome them because your responsibility as the cool, brave nameless boyfriend is to kick ass ! No idea is stupid enough now, get that head working! "

It was inevitable.

They couldn't just run away from this, right? Five on two... that was a lot of additional feet to catch up with them, even with Guinaifen's knowledge of the various corners and turns around this area. In the end they would catch up and there'd be a battle either way. The bull had to be tackled by the horns (her heart was racing at the thought), and while she didn't know how to wrangle said bulls, Guinaifen knew how to make things hot.

She'd swallow, body leaning away from Caelus' back as the familiar sound of scraping returned, following by a hissing from one of her firecrackers. It was on. There was no turning back now. Flame fizzled along the fuse, grip tightening as she prepared to toss it at the ones before her. Oh, her sister was so going to be furious about this (that thought was even scarier than the marastruck).

" ... I've got enough firecrackers for them," she'd utter to Caelus, a quick glance over her shoulder, "... but you gotta bring the muscle on this, are you with me, Caelus?."

Horrible promises. Vicious promises. For every blade, arcane art and radicalized foundation for survival imbued strong with the legion of The Abundance, Caelus for himself swimming in a pool of collected calm. In a silly and endearing fashion, his Firekiss's growing anxieties managed to distill the lethal air his presence would've suffocated this very arena with. Just as her mouth began to spitball possibilities and potentials, wiring it altogether that she needs him in order to pull through, a soft huff escapes him.

The Marastruck weren't reckless despite their 'transcendence.' Their built foundation of once normal lives serve as a boon, retaining their awareness in the name of survival sharpened. They're familiar with not only the Nameless's prowess, but the shades of influence that are washed over their figures. In particular, both the Marastruck and Caelus in kind knew of Guinaifen's counteracting potency.

She rests under the muted shadow of The Nihility.

For what is survival without will? That searing light was their new life's blood while under Yaoshi's divine umbrella.

A cruelly handsome smile, befitting of the Trailblazer's first Gaze settles on his face. It wasn't bereft of warmth due to who settles by his side. "Don't you worry. Some old adventures taught me a thing or two, primarily with Mr.Yang joining in. ..You have a little somethin'--!" His words find themselves paused, for that inclination of revealing that secret has sent the bundle into a frenzy, allowing their weapons to roar as they shoot forth akin to swift blights.

The transgression of aiming such killing intent towards his beloved was unforgivable.

Simply feeling the way Guinaifen's form tensed at the heightened hostility had snapped him into high movement. One blade, two, ancient spheres of corrupted ki to the usage of a glaive , each of these blessed instruments woven with their golden leaves would find themselves countered. For a fighter of his experience, seconds were akin to minutes as he'd jolt from one place to another. An abrupt punch woven with the Preservation, quickly altering into a wide arced kick would leave to him re-securing balance, returning on the move as the slew of foes found themselves stunned and stumbling, weapons repelled.

One of the Marastruck would find their armor blown clean through with a fierce blow imbued with The Preservation, augmenting his state of Magma Will as an enhancement. That very opponent found itself leaving a body wide crater in one of the nearby shipyard crates, locking it in place.

"They're a special type of flammable to you! Bring it down on 'em!"

...Now that he thought about it.

'How did she get those quickly lit up anyways?'

That idle question would have to wait, for it'd be underneath Guinaifen's expert aim that a trio of their opposition, allowing the fierce cinders to erupt into a beautiful display of violence. Vibrant sparks would serve as the gateway to their personalized hellfire, and Caelus's quick movements would get her hips swept into his arm as he grabs her.

With a firm stomp and hop applied upon the metallic ground, he'd send them both flinging skyward with air time, the last of this group preparing to sent another incantation towards them, only for a violent collision if Amber smashing through their face plate, skewering it on the ground from above. Before its violent rate of regeneration could take place, the crux of the Trailblazer's plan begins as they settle on a Starskiff plateau higher up, his hand being drawn in the direction of the holy lance of Belobog.

Expand and ignite.

A personalized kitchen of chaos would erupt as the combination of their searing hell begins to weave together. Preservation and Nihility. As the shade of siphoning will would dance through her natural affinity, Caelus would establish foundation to the concept, making up for her inexperience of this particular mastery as a steadied support. It caused a dim reality to be made to the Marastruck as the once waning effect of her flames returned and steadied. Thus begins its vicious ritual of devouring that untamed will to live through scalding fury. The struggle, the fall, and eventual immolation as once irate limbs were being rendered to ashes.

Thankfully, their futile struggle of trying to rip their own searing stalks away from the roots would be blanketed by the hazy smoke below. Hardly giving his Firekiss the time to devote too much focus towards that view, he'd direct her attention towards the final foe set upon their metallic grave.

"One more shot!" His hand would then clench as another surge of Path power breathed with vivid life, only for careful aim to be taken as he'd situate his fingers into the shape of a makeshift gun as a scarlet corona focuses upon the tip, waiting for her to launch the final firework.

"I've been getting a little chilly anyways, let's fix that up." His composure felt immovable especially in these dire straits, holding every intention of being a welcomed fountain of strength.

@avaere

#avaere #| Shuttle Mail #Oh this gave me a fun idea #Guinaifen's affinity and DoT style leading to their bane in particular #Potency being the only issue #BUUUUT that's what she has a Nameless boyfriend for #covering the bases #I love lettin them work together

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superhoeva · 3 months

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𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 – 𝐜. 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨 (𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝟏𝟖+ ; 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞) | not technically in the bunny and the bear (because i don't think bear can tase bunny like this and not lose his mind), but feel free to think of it as such! whatever makes you happy <3

carmen knows exactly what he’s doing. the way he bites his bottom lip to hide his smirk tells you that much.

“ah, look at these tears,” he coos, thumbing at the tears that escape your watery eyes. “my pretty girl. really want it that bad, huh?”

skin hot and damp with a collecting sheen, you twist away from the man. he’s relentless, teetering you on the edge of the white-hot pleasure with a pitying kiss. you clench around nothing, clit jumping when carmen rubs his swollen head over the pulsing bud.

“fuck, bear. please.” your plead sounds pathetic, but the all-consuming desire for him to finally gift you what you so badly need is all you care about. he shushes you quietly, sucking in a hiss of air at the grip he squeezes around his dick. with a heavy breath, carmen plants another wet kiss on the bottom of your chin.

a thick groan punches out of him when he glides himself against you, member shining and slick with your juices.

“jesus, you’re wet,” he mumbles against you. “drippin’ all over me. fuckin’ soaking my dick, haven’t even stuck it in yet.”

you whimper at his words, more tears pooling to fall from your eyes. carmen brushes them away once more, feeling his resistance dwindle closer and closer to nothing. god, the sounds your pussy makes when teases his head against the entrance. coating the tip in the sticky sap you’re leaking out, tightening around nothing with wet squelches.

“doing so good for me, you know that?” carmen whispers against your lips, and you nearly black out when you finally feel it. he studies you, eyes hooded, at the way you suck in a choked inhale as he sinks inside you.

carmen stops breathing at the feeling, enamored with the way your eyes roll and head throws back. he feels your body begin to tremble, his hips just barely meeting against yours as you let out a wail.

“fuck. can’t hold it, carm,” you warn him, hands gripping whatever part of him you can. the chef can only watch as your face pinches, body quivering with a vigor that would make him worried if not for the words spilling out of your mouth.

his eyes widen, gazing with a lustful wonder as you cum before you can stop yourself.

“shit, yeah. there we go,” carmen rasps out, hips starting to grind himself in and out of you. working you through it while you squeeze and whine and leak around him. your words make out to nothing, an incoherent strand of mumbles only broken by hiccups and slight chokes.

you grow louder as carmen continues to thrust, soon coming to match your volume in his groans at the way his own orgasm creeps closer and closer.

“keep cummin’ around me, baby. fuck, don’t stop, feels so good. doin’ so good for me, lettin’ me fuck you like this, gonna take all my cum while you give me yours.”

your chest heaves as you do just that–keep cuming–bed jerking into the wall behind as carmen increases his speed. your weak and shaking legs find a way to wrap around the back of him, hand reaching for carmen’s cheeks as he lets out a cry.

he’s pounding into you now. both of your bodies jerking together, you feel carmen’s balls smack lightly against you. it’s almost too much. not just the overwhelming ache as he slides in and out of you, but him. his chain danging just between the two of you. a few of his curls, lost and away from the others, bouncing against his forehead. the absolutely filthy words that pour out of him with every flick of his waist.

“pussy’s so fuckin' good, creamin’ all over me. look so pretty like this, shit,” carmen interrupts himself with a surprised whine and a sniff. “love being inside’a you, fuckin’ love it. got you dripping, can feel it leaking down my balls, too. fuck.”

the only thing you can respond with is a broken moan as carmen pulls you closer, something he always does when he’s right there. his hands scramble and plant against you with panicked haste, gripping at your slick skin as he shoots the first string of cum inside you.

you hold him close, arms looped around his neck, as he pumps you full. carmen is all sputtering hips and muddled moans you can’t make out. it goes on for a while, him twitching inside of you and unable to fully open his eyes.

lips finding yours again, he kisses the both of you back to reality. it’s all deep and grounding, his hand reaching to grab at your jaw. his tongue glazes across yours one last time before he pulls away with a glint in his eye.

the softest of laughs bubbles up out of your limp body.

“don’t pull out yet, okay?” you mumble, voice thick with exhaustion, moving some of the hair from carmen’s forehead. “feels nice.”

carmen grins sleepily, pressing another kiss into the corner of your lips. “‘whatever you want, pretty girl.”

#carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto smut #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy x reader #the bear

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 11 months

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Phone Password

Pairing: Dark Tangerine x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Tangerine can be quite the pushy boyfriend when he wants too.

WARNING: Toxic Relationship; Manipulation.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

You stand by the closet door, silently watching as Tangerine violently rips the rings from his fingers, a scowl in his face and his anger palpable even though he doesn't say anything. The rings are aggressively thrown into his jewelry box and you press your lips together, holding back a wince.

Hesitantly advancing a step, you rub the back of your neck, unsure of what to say.

“Tan… he’s just a friend.” you timidly say but you get no response in return.

Tangerine removes his golden watch, throwing it to a shelf without even looking at you as he storms off the closet, bumping his shoulder into yours as he walks by.

Your heart drops to the floor but you still follow him back to the room, wanting to make things right. You somehow feel like it’s your fault.

He’s standing in front of the mirror as you stand behind him, his back muscles tense as he struggles with the buttons, muttering curses as he attempts to unbutton them, ending up breaking some of them.

“We’re just friends, I swear.” you try again and this time, he finally looks at you through the mirror, glaring at you. The look in his eyes almost makes you go back a step.

“Oh really, darlin’? Well that’s a fuckin’ suprise cause you definitely fooled me back there cause it fuckin’ looked like the two of you were datin’.“ he grits his teeth, spitting the words.

“You’re getting it wrong, babe.” you plead.

Tangerine turns around, shirt half-opened. His eyes narrow, arms tightly crossed across his chest.

“I don’t think I am, no. That explains why you’ve been so secretive with your phone.” he snarls, and your jaw goes slack with surprise.

“What? No! I did no such thing, Tan.”

“Then you won’t mind lettin’ me check it, right?” he immediately shoots back, his hand reaching out in your direction and you can only look at it, rapidly blinking.

“You want…my phone?” you hesitate, thinking about the private messages between your friends and you, your social media.

Your silence is all it takes for Tangerine to scoff, an incredulous twisted laugh coming from him.

“I knew, didn’t I? You’re screwin’ him, I fuckin’ knew that.”

“I’m not.” you defend yourself, quickly taking the decision of pulling your phone out of your back pocket. You lit up the screen when the device gets snatched from your fingers.

“The password.” Tangerine orders, entering the code as you unwillingly blurt the numbers out. Your fingers itch as you watch him go over your phone’s content.

You feel exposed like this, all the private chats between your friends and you, all of your photos and memes, your social media accounts, all of it now available to your boyfriend’s eyes. Not that you have anything to hide from him yet you value your privacy very deeply.

It barely takes 2 minutes before Tangerine is returning your phone, a satisfied expression taking over his face.

“I trust you, love, but don’t change the password.” he demands, pressing a small kiss to your forehead.

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #yandere x reader #bullet train #dark tangerine #dark!tangerine #dark!tangerine x reader #yandere tangerine #yandere tangerine x reader #yandere!tangerine #tangerine x reader #dark!fic #dark fic #dark tangerine x reader #tw: toxic relationships

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kamisama-kyaa · 8 months

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ow guys and girls (not all) getting jealous seeing you with a new recruit

TW: Cassidy's headcanon is a little mature... (eyes emoji)

Hanzo He'll have to remind himself that you can be friends and hangout with anyone you want. Being jealous is selfish and childish... right? So why does he feel so sad seeing you happy with someone else? He understands that you love him more than anything. But sometimes this man just wants you to himself. When you finally get back to Hanzo, he'll make sure to hold you close in the privacy of his room and tell you that he just wants to be enough for you. Please tell him he is enough and that there is no one else that will come in between you both. It will make him feel more confident in himself. :(

Genji The ultimate playboy when he was his younger self...oh how the tables have turned. He used to make all the girls jealous of each other if they got to talked to him. He's used to people being jealous of him if anything. So when this weird feeling started when he say you with a random new recruit in the lounge talking and laughing, what got into him? Genji couldn't help himself. He quickly walked up and excused you both as he took your hand and led you out of the Gibraltar lounge. Was it rude? He simply was not thinking nor did he care. He did apologize for the sudden intrusion while walking you to his room. In there all alone with you, he confessed how he felt. It seemed like the most mature thing.

"Sorry, (Name)... I wasn't thinking...Is it okay if we just lay together for a little?" Genji will lay you down onto his bed that he bought for you. He'll lay on his side propped up by an elbow and watch you closely. Feel free to fall asleep, he just wants to feel like he can protect you for a little bit.

Cassidy He'll walk up to that son of a gun and tell them how it is. "Howdy. Looks like you've gotten to meet my partner, (Name). Ain't they a sight for sore eyes?" He'll sling an arm around you and give a look at the new recruit that just radiates 'Get away or I'll kick your ass' energy. After the recruit scurries off to who knows where, Cassidy will give you a big o'l smile. He kind acts like he was never jealous in the first place and just tells you, "I'm just lettin' others know what is mine." No matter what, the day will end with the two of you in bed. Expect him to to be a bit more aggressive and possessive than usual. Think of him being more forceful in the way he'll grab at you and force himself into you. Cassidy will lean down and whisper in your ear, "I'm your huckleberry" "Only I can make you feel like this, pumpkin."

Brigitte "Hey, (Name)...Can we talk?" You looked over to see your adorable lover at the door waiting for a response. You told the newbie that you'll see them around or maybe in a future mission. After walking into the hallway with Brig, she asks if you could follow her to somewhere private. You guys end up in a hidden park outside of Gibraltar. You asked if there was anything wrong. Brig can't help but shift back and forth while trying to form a coherent sentence. "I...Sorry I just felt like I wanted to be alone with you. Honestly, I think I got a little jealous watching you talk to someone." You couldn't help but sadly smile and give her a kiss on the cheek. It took her by surprise. "You're not mad at me? Isn't it selfish of me to whisk you away when you're making friends...?" You tell her that it's something you can both work on; to be able to feel confident in each other and so jealousy doesn't have to be a thing. "You're right. I need to work on it. But, I'm feeling better already!"

Kiriko "Huh...So do you like hanging around them more than me?" Kiriko will playfully ask. Of course, she was only half joking...other half seriously asking. You would reassure her that you like spending time with her but you just wanted to say hi to the new person! "Alright, but can they do this?!" She'll bust out her kunai and start juggling them. You can only watch your silly partner try and impress you while you giggle. Kiriko will join in on the giggling session, making sure to catch all her kunai and stuff them in her pockets. "We're the perfect match... right?" You can see some uncertainty in her eye while she looks directly at you. Simply pull her into a tight hug and this will erase any lingering fear of you leaving her.

Reaper The person literally disappears. You never see that new recruit. Did your lover have something to do with this? You may never know. Maybe you should keep your distance with those who come around...

Moira She would definitely deny any accusations of her being jealous! Do not even try to confront her or ask her why she's acting strange. "What are you on about?" Moira will scoff. You can try to tease her all you like, but it'll come back and bite you in the end. She always knows how to come out on top. After slightly opening up and telling you about her feelings, you'll have to make sure to console her and confess your undying love and loyalty... or else!

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fkinavocado · 6 months

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in which your husband and Harry’s wife dragged you both into a situation you didn’t want to be in, but as it turns out, everything happens for a reason

Loved, heard, seen- Masterlist, Author’s Notes & Warnings

Part One/ alternatively, read on wattpad

Part Two (word count: 3.4k)

“Hello?” Harry brought his phone to his line of vision, making sure he’d actually picked up the call, “Uhm,... hello?”

“Hi. Is this a bad time?”

Harry racked his brain to place the person’s voice, the fact that he didn’t have the number saved in his contacts made it even more difficult. It sounded awfully familiar, though… “Oh! It’s you!”

She never did give him her name. And neither did he, come to think of it. He only gave her his number before she got out of his car after he drove her home. Just in case.

“You remember?”

Harry sighed heavily. “I wish I could forget everything about that night,” he chuckled nervously. “No offence.”

“... I can't forget, either. You were right.”

“Oh?”

“Listen… would it be too… upsetting, if we met up? You’re the only person that’s been in my shoes that I feel I could open up to about this. It’s been… very lonely, eating at me… Maybe talking would help make better sense of it…”

Harry didn’t have to ponder. He’d wanted the same thing all along. He was glad she reached out to him, since he couldn’t contact her. “Name the place.”

Harry wondered if he looked as broken as she did but had just gotten used to seeing his miserable face stare back at him in the mirror every day. It’d been close to a month since the… circumstance that had brought the two of them together. Admittedly, he hadn’t paid close attention to her appearance back then, but, seeing her now, he definitely recognized some changes, albeit subtle. She appeared more frail, her under eyes darker, the polish on her nails chipped off, her lips chapped and bitten, her clothes wrinkled. He observed her over the cup of coffee he was sipping on on that rainy afternoon as she talked about how it’d been like trying to move on from that night.

“You were right. I did know, even then, that this was going to ruin us. But I kept lying to myself, thinking I could just pretend it never happened. Hoping that he’d gotten it out of his system and that things would go back to normal. You know I even dared to believe things would get better? I thought maybe this would put things into perspective for him and make him realize what a good thing he’s got going at home… Was I naive or what?”

Harry furrowed his brows compassionately, “You and I both. Believe it or not, I also hoped for the same. But, assuming things went for you guys the same way they did for us… it wasn’t quite the case, was it?”

She shook her head solemnly, staring into her cup of coffee. “He never asked me how things went on my side. He doesn’t even know I never went through with it. The following morning, he called me at around 11am. That’s… extremely late for him. He’s an early bird, chronically so. He’d been clearly… distracted. So when I told him I’d already taken an uber home he didn’t question it. He then came home and acted like everything was normal. He didn’t talk about it, I never asked him any questions. He didn’t care to ask me any, either… I wouldn’t say we’re pretending like nothing ever happened, because that’s not it at all. This… unspoken, huge thing that happened is always looming over us. Now whenever he’s late from work, he doesn’t even tell me why he’s late. It’s like… I know why. I don’t have to ask. He doesn’t have to tell me.”

“Jesus…”

The woman nodded, fidgeting with the corner of her paper napkin. “Things are better at your end, then?”

Harry almost laughed at her assumption, “To tell you the truth, I don’t even know which of us has it worse. When I got home after I dropped you off, I called her again and it went straight to voicemail for the hundredth time, so I texted her letting her know I went home and to call me to go get her if she didn’t feel like ubering. She never called for me to get her, thank god, but when she walked through the door and I asked her how her ride was she told me the guy had driven her. I was speechless, she’d actually disclosed where she lived, what else did she share with him? Aside from the obvious… Like, was this gonna be a thing now, between the two of them? I had so many questions, but then I couldn’t really say anything, could I? Since I offered to drive you, too. I’m fairly certain their report in that regard was much different to ours though… but even still, I couldn’t get myself to tell her off for it. I mean… he fucked her. Did the fact that he knew where she lived really make it worse?...”

Harry sat back in his chair, forcing himself to take a breather and calm down a bit. He was getting worked up. But when she encouraged him to keep going, and his restless leg wouldn’t stop bouncing beneath the table he gave in. “She was fucking beaming! She wouldn’t stop talking about what a good thing this is for us, how finally she feels like she can breathe, how she can’t believe we waited so long to try this… confirmed that she’d already made plans with this guy for the following weekend. I just froze. I couldn’t believe she was really saying all that. She never really asked me how things went for me, either. She just kept putting words in my mouth. See? Wasn’t it fun? You’re such a lucky bastard, men can only dream they could be in your shoes with their wives giving them this much freedom! Hell, even pushing them to do it! Can you imagine? You’re living the dream, baby.”

“Oh, God…”

“Then… one night soon after that she wanted to play and, brokenhearted fool that I am, I went along with it even though what I really wanted was for us to sit down and really talk about it. But I just couldn’t get myself to open up the subject, mainly because I already knew what her stance on it was and what it would lead to, and I wasn’t ready for that… kept thinking I could try doing this to save our marriage. I’d agreed to it, even though she’d coerced me into it if i’m being honest… but I did agree. I couldn’t blame her for the repercussions, I knew what I was getting into. So I felt like I had to see it through, had to try and make it work…

“So when she came to me all loving, and I missed her so much, I gave in, I needed to feel like us again… Make her forget about anyone else. Make her only want me. And then… in the midst of what I thought was one of my best sexual performances… she tells me she wants to try something this guy had asked her to do to him and I–... fucking lost it. I jumped out of that bed as if it were on fire. I’m sure I could’ve handled it more maturely but I locked myself in the bathroom before I said something I would regret. She kept pleading from the other side to open up and talk to her, tell her what was the matter. I realized all I had to say to her were hurtful things. I chickened out when I opened the door and saw how genuinely worried she was. She literally has no clue what I’ve been going through since that night… in her head, we’re heading in the right direction and this is only going to bring us closer.

“So, I asked her not to tell me about any of it, going further, and promised I’d do the same. That I couldn’t handle talking about it. At least not for a while… She agreed, said she totally gets it. And then we went back to bed and I never got to see what that son of a bitch asked her to do to him because ever since, I’ve avoided all her advances. She keeps making little quips such as uh-oh, running out of stamina huh? Save some for me next time. Then she giggles and asks me to just spoon her instead and I just sit there for hours on end mulling everything over while she’s sleeping soundly in my arms.”

The woman sat silent for a long while, visibly saddened. “Jack never initiates sex anymore. Like… at all. I don’t know If I’m glad for it or if I should feel even more hurt. I’m not sure I feel anything at all anymore. I feel… numb.”

“... Me too.”

After a long pause Harry added, muttering, “Fitting name, though.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Since he’s such a jackass.”

The woman laughed, which made Harry smile in return. He wondered whether this was the first time the two of them had done so since that night.

“You must have a really nice name, then.”

Harry’s smile lingered. “In that case, I’m sure the same goes for you.”

“You first.”

“It’s Harry.”

“Y/N.”

“Yeah. See? Nice names for nice folk. Wouldn’t hear of people with such names going around causing so much heartache, would you?”

“Absolutely not. Felicity is also… fitting in a way. Only cares about her own happiness.”

Harry gave her a look. “You actually remember my wife’s name?”

“Yeah, it’s a rare name, stuck with me.”

“True. And you’re right about her. I’ve always known it… But nobody’s perfect. Thought I could compromise on some stuff. Didn’t realize it would compromise our marriage in the end.”

“That’s… pretty huge, Harry. I know it sounds awful, but hearing you say so valides my own feelings. Like, I worried I was overreacting, thinking my marriage is over because of this. But that’s just how I feel. I can’t see us ever recovering from this mess.”

“Neither can I. It’s killing me on the inside the longer I go along with it. And even if I do speak up about it… I know it’ll never go back to how things were, which admittedly, weren’t great to begin with. This whole thing kinda helped put everything into perspective. She was right, we did need something else, be both did… I was willing to do whatever to please her, but that’s not exactly feasible in the long run. It was just a matter of time before we faced some hurdles. We’re just not on the same page sexually. I was just fooling myself thinking I could deny my own needs and that she could suppress hers.”

“So… what now?”

They both sat in silence for a long while, the coffee had gone cold and the rain outside was pouring even stronger than before.

“It’s inevitable. We have to talk to them.”

“...End it?”

Harry nodded solemnly and when her eyes immediately glazed over and she stifled a sob, he reached his hand out to cover hers reassuringly. He moved to sit on the chair next to hers and eventually wrapped his other arm around her shoulders, bringing her in to rest her head on his own. She tried to keep quiet, not to disturb the cafe’s patrons, and he gently shushed her reassuringly, telling her everything was going to be alright. Willing himself to believe it, too.

Almost two weeks had passed when Harry finally decided to text Y/N. He’d been apprehensive about it, knowing she must’ve been hurting, but also, he felt guilty for not going through with what he himself had suggested was inevitable. He hadn’t broken things off with his wife. Worse, he’d actually had sex with her, in an effort to still try and save their marriage. He couldn’t finish though, and he’d never reached full mast. Which prompted her to not get off either. It’d been a mess and it ended in Harry crying in the bathroom afterwards while she probably thought he was finishing himself off in the shower. He’d never felt more miserable in his entire life.

Felicity was away for the weekend with her new boy-toy and Harry was feeling seriously on edge. He contemplated just packing his bags and leaving. It was cowardly of him, to be sure, but he felt like he’d never go through with it and actually leave her otherwise. He couldn’t bring himself to talk to her and end things properly, like a man.

He felt emasculated in every way possible.

H: Hey. It’s Harry. Been meaning to reach out, hope it’s not a bad time… How did things go?

He was in their walk-in closet staring at his clothes and trying to work up his courage to just grab them off the hangers and toss them into the biggest suitcase he could find when she replied.

Y/N: Hey, Harry. I’m the worst… I couldn’t bring myself to do it : ( I don’t know what to do. I can’t do this anymore…

H: Don’t feel bad. I couldn’t go through with it either. But I can’t go on like this…

Y/N: What do we do : (

H: She’s with him right now.

Y/N: He’s not been home most nights. It’s over without having to even talk about it. I bet if he came back home and I was gone he’d be relieved at this point.

Harry read Y/N’s last text message before deciding to call her since they were both alone anyway. “That’s exactly what I wanna do. Just pack my stuff and be gone before she comes back. Is that… too cowardly, do you think?”

“It’s not. They don’t deserve an explanation. It’s impossible they don’t see we’re hurting. They just choose to ignore it.”

“Let’s just leave.”

“Harry… if you say that again, I just might do it. Like, right now.”

“Let’s rip the band-aid. Let’s do it. I mean it, Y/N. We can do it. We could do it together. Just… I dunno. Go somewhere and turn our phones off and be there for one another, make sure neither of us caves in and goes back… What do you say?” Harry was pumped. He could feel adrenaline surging through him. The thought of actually doing it made him giddy beyond belief.

Y/N was silent for a long while, all he could hear was his own laboured breathing. But eventually she replied, sounding resolute. “Give me half an hour. We’re doing this, Harry.”

Harry had never felt more alive. It was odd, but it was true. He finally felt like he was doing something for himself, in a long, long time. He’d packed his shit in record time, leaving him just enough to drive to Y/N’s. When she didn’t pick up her phone immediately, he felt his heart sink to his stomach. Had she changed her mind? He felt he couldn’t do this without her. But when she eventually picked up with laboured breath, she informed him she was dragging her suitcases to the elevator and couldn’t find her phone in all that rushed chaos.

Harry wouldn’t take no for an answer, and insisted he’d help her. When she buzzed him in and he reached her floor, he was mildly shocked at the amount of suitcases she’d lined up near the elevator door. He’d only packed his essentials, but Y/N meant business. It looked like she’d packed up her whole life in those bags.

“Oh wow. Ok, alright. Gotta give it to you, you’re a fast packer, considering.”

Y/N smiled at his amused tone, despite her nerves. “I dunno when he’s coming back. Had to be quick. And I knew your SUV could handle all of these.”

“How do you know it’s not already filled up to the brim with my own shit?”

She rolled her eyes when he started loading them up in the elevator, urging her inside to keep the doors open. “Please. You’re a man. I’ll be surprised if you filled two suitcases.”

Harry feigned offence. “It’s three suitcases, alright? Well, two suitcases and a backpack. And I didn’t pack everything. It’s my house, after all.”

Y/N was silent, her smile fading somewhat. “Well, this apartment is his. So…”

Harry kicked himself for opening up that can of worms but the haste in which they loaded her stuff into his truck kept them busy and hopefully took her mind off things for a bit.

When they drove off, for a long time they didn’t even talk about where they’d be going. Harry just drove aimlessly, only making sure they left town on the nearest exit. They couldn’t even use Google Maps as they’d shut their phones off and threw them into the glove compartment in complicity.

They eventually discussed some options. It couldn’t be any of the places they’d been with with their spouses. Not that either of them thought they’d be coming looking for them, but regardless.

Eventually, after driving for a few hours while keeping themselves busy singing along with whatever came on the radio to keep themselves distracted, they decided to just crash at the first decent motel they’d find on their way. It was getting too late to drive safely any further.

They were both giddy at the prospect of crashing at some random motel like some sort of Bonnie and Clyde, still high on the adrenaline rush.

Soon they found themselves in a shabby motel room under a false mr and mrs name. They’d already slept in the same bed before and so the options of getting separate rooms or twin beds weren’t even brought up. They trusted eachother beyond formalities, and besides, the pact was that they would go through this together.

They took turns showering and Y/N called for him from the bathroom when she was finished with hers. “Harry? Ugh, I brought the wrong bag with us…”

“Want me to go get it for you?”

“I mean… I just need something to change into. Do you have some extra pyjamas?”

“Uhm…” Harry didn’t have to check, he knew he’d not packed any extra in his backpack he took with him to the room. “I can give you mine but I’ll have to sleep in a t-shirt. And boxers, of course.”

“Would you mind terribly?”

“Not at all. Just… you know. Don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, that’s why I clarified…”

“Oh, shush. Can I have them?” She cracked the door open and stuck her hand out. “Oh, also, no knickers. I’ll be sure to wash them for you afterwards.”

Harry faltered mid-undressing, but then rushed to hand her his discarded pyjamas. “Don’t be silly.”

He threw a t-shirt on and got under the covers. Surely she’d seen men in boxers before, he was acting a bit childish. But he really meant it when he told her he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable in any way.

She emerged from the bathroom, all swaddled up in the too-large pyjamas and smiled sheepishly at him, then turned the lights off and joined him on the other side of the bed.

Harry flinched when he thought he’d heard her say something. Had he already drifted off to sleep? That was… definitely surprising. He’d had trouble sleeping ever since– “Did you say something?” He whispered, just in case he’d been mistaken.

“Sorry,” she whispered back, “did I wake you? I didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep. Do you always sleep on your back?”

“... Was I snoring?”

Y/N giggled. He smiled into the darkness at the sound. Everything felt so lighthearted and easy with her around, no wonder he’d fallen asleep. “No. But are you a snorer? Because if so, I might have to reconsider this whole arrangement…”

“Oh, shush.” He playfully kicked her leg under the covers, noticing she was closer than he’d gauged. “I think all that driving got to me, plus the adrenaline crush. What did you wanna say?”

“I just wanted to thank you… I don’t think I would’ve gone through with this without you, Harry.”

Harry smiled into the darkness again. He couldn’t see her, but her words really warmed him up. “Same here. Just don’t wake me up at 4am telling me you wanna uber back home, ok?”

She giggled again. “Hell no. You’re stuck with me.”

“...Good.”

Part Three

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tickly-tufts · 3 months

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Progression

aka 2 times angel didn't tickle husk + 1 time he did (with implied timeskips to different stages of closeness)

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“Did you just… giggle?”

Husk flushed at the question, ears folding back as soon as Angel released them. Angel had only wanted to see how they felt. Husk himself had allowed it… until he realized…

His ears were ticklish. Especially the insides, where Angel’s attention inevitably wandered. Husk had kept it together for an entire 5 seconds before Angel’s thumbs were sweeping over the hearts.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned after, scowling to cover up his embarrassment. He braced for a taunt, or a real attempt at tickling… only for Angel to back off entirely.

“Sorry, sorry, didn’t meant anything by it!” Angel soothed with the offending hands raised. “Thanks for lettin’ me touch ‘em, though. They’re really soft!”

Husk blinked, bewildered.

“Uh… sure… but don’t expect this again. It was one-time deal.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

With the subject settled far more easily than expected, Husk returned to his work… oddly unsatisfied.

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“Ears and wings?” Angel marveled, remarkably unfazed about being on the floor. Mere moments ago, he’d been on top of Husk, enjoying the purrs rumbling through his chest.

Once again, it had been an accident. Angel had meant to grab the blanket. At some point, though, Husk had spread his wings, and thus Angel’s fingers burrowed right into feathers.

Husk squealed, which was adorable, even after he flung Angel off the bed. His face betrayed both shock and confusion, which soon made way for mortification. “I didn’t- Are you-” He was clearly flustered, and Angel considered teasing him about it… but he’d promised to stop pushing Husk’s boundaries, and he didn’t want to risk whatever it was they had.

“All good here!” Angel assured, crossing his legs as he sat up. “If I swear to keep my hands off the wings, will ya let me back up there?“ He already missed the warmth.

At his question, though, Husk’s expression took a turn. Angel froze when he thought he spotted… disappointment?

Then it was gone, replaced by a frown.

“Yeah, yeah, just… no more surprises.”

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“ANGEL YOU- FUHUHUCK!”

“Pfft, I sure do, but let’s save that for later~” It was a corny comeback even for Angel, but his captive audience couldn’t help but laugh. “Are the paws actually worse than the wings?“ He scratched the yellow center of one heart-shaped pad. Husk immediately screeched, leg nearly jerking free. “Damn! I’ll take that as a yes!”

Three times, Angel had tickled Husk. Three times, he’d stumbled on a weak-spot by accident. Two times, he’d chosen to play it safe… but by the third time, he knew what had to be done. Holding Husk’s ankles with his lower set of hands, Angel wiggled the fingers of his upper set for show. “I promised ya the full massage treatment, though, and I’d just hate to break a promise!”

“You’re the worst, you know that?!” Husk covered his face, refusing to look Angel in the eye. It didn’t escape Angel’s notice, however, that he wasn’t fighting the grip on his legs.

“Aww, don’t act like y’don’t love me,” Angel countered because he could. “And obviously I love you, so try not to kick me in the face, alright?”

Husk nearly did when Angel’s fingers made contact, squeezing and rubbing at both of his paws. The tops and sides weren’t so bad on their own, but those damned yellow hearts were unbearable. He could only cackle as Angel’s thumbs pressed in, massaging the pads in the most ticklish way possible. Hoping to both hide and muffle himself, Husk grabbed the nearest pillow and shoved it over his face.

“C’mon, Husky, no need to be shy,” Angel cooed reassuringly. When Husk simply pretended not to hear him, Angel made a decision, crawling up the bed. Husk’s furry body tensed beneath him, but only enough to indicate he’d been noticed. Once Angel was close enough, he readied his arms, waiting just a beat before he struck.

Husk jumped when he felt a hand on each wing, jolting when they started to card through his feathers. In the same moment, Angel grabbed the pillow, flinging it away before pinning Husk’s wrists.

“Wha- Shit! NohoHOHO!” Husk’s wings flapped uselessly against the bed. Angel had started tickling them in earnest, scribbling right through the layer of patterned plumage.

“Ya look so cute!” Angel gushed, admiring Husk’s helpless grin up-close. When Husk turned his head, bashful at the attention, Angel didn’t hesitate to pepper his cheek with kisses. Husk’s fur concealed the resulting blush, but the movement of his ears still gave him away. Not only that, but it reminded Angel that he still hadn’t revisited his very first discovery.

Finally extending his third pair of arms, Angel passed Husk’s wrists down as he himself climbed up. His second pair landed on either side of Husk’s head, supporting his weight and leaving his first pair free. Husk’s eyes widened at the new arrangement, gaze shooting upwards in search of Angel’s. Husk found his line of sight blocked, however, by none other than the spider’s iconic chest fluff.

Soon enough, though, he felt it. Two fingers per ear, scritching lightly and playfully over red and white fuzz. His ears twitched madly beneath Angel’s ministrations as the rest of him was seized by a fit of giggles.

“Now ya sound cute, too!” Angel teased, though it was also a statement of fact. Husk’s uncharacteristic giggling was addictively adorable. “Wonder what’ll happen if I just-“

“NEHEHEEHEEE!”

Angel had been leaning down as he spoke, mouth drawing closer to Husk’s left ear. He’d moved his hand to cup said ear from the back, and then… he’d started nibbling.

It tickled. It really tickled. It was unfair how much it tickled. Husk thought he’d combust when Angel switched ears, giving his right the exact same treatment. The spider's pointed teeth were evil, prickling gently around the edges.

“OKAY! OHOKAHAHAY!” he ultimately cried out. “S-STOHOHOP!”

And Angel did.

“Alright there, Whiskers?” he checked to be safe, releasing Husk's arms to cradle his face. It would've been easy for Husk to throw him off, but instead, Husk did the opposite. Angel oomfed when he was pulled down, falling into their usual snuggling position.

"...Thanks," Husk mumbled into Angel's hair, sensing the giddy smile he couldn't see from that angle.

#*throws this at the hazbin tickles community and runs*#lee!husk was simply too cute to resist #hazbin hotel #huskerdust #husk #angel dust #tickling #a tickly fic

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ohbo-ohno · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 26 - Overstimulation

Gaz x Soap - 1.6k (on ao3)

summary: Johnny and Kyle get a little carried away on a night out. (Johnny POV)

cw: poly 141, public sex (they don't get caught by anyone else but ghost and price watch them), making out, teasing degradation, some super light puppy play (in the way ghost talks to soap and gaz)

note: i didn't notice until i finished but this is... not really overstimulation. but it's what you're getting! sorry (not really)

Soap’s always loved to make out with Gaz. He matches Soap’s energy perfectly, completely willing to pull when Johnny pushes, to bite back when he gets a bit worked up. Johnny’s so used to always being the more enthusiastic partner, having someone to match his energy is almost relieving.

It’s also addictive. Half the time they hook up, they never get any further than some heavy petting, instead just laying with each other and making out for hours on end. Sometimes they get off - clumsy hands, humping against each other’s hips or thighs or stomachs - but sometimes the act is just the kissing. It’s enough, with Gaz.

But sometimes it feels almost like too much.

Sitting in an old leather booth in a dive bar, Soap’s legs tangled with Kyle’s while they make out, it feels like too much. The music is so loud that it’s difficult to hear someone at your own table speaking, there’s a thick cloud of smoke floating over that smells suspiciously like weed, and Johnny can feel Ghost staring at them. (It doesn’t bother him - Ghost is the perfect voyeur to Soap’s exhibitionist.)

The constant presence of everything else floats away as Johnny’s tongue tangles with Kyle’s. The other man tastes like the tequila shots they’d taken, the taste passing from one mouth to the other. Where Soap is all nipping kisses, trying to stick his tongue as far down Gaz’s throat as he can, Gaz is focused on the touch of it all, hands wandering over Johnny’s chest while he tangles their tongue together.

Johnny hitches a leg over Kyle’s lap, so that his knee is pressed up against his half-hard cock, and his own length is pressed to Gaz’s side. When he wraps his arms around Kyle’s waist, the other’s going around his neck, they’re both in the perfect position to grind against each other.

And oh it feels good to grind against the hard muscle of Kyle’s side, to lean his weight onto the other man and feel himself tugged closer. Gaz whimpers into his mouth when Soap’s knee shifts further forward, his hips beginning to rock into the pressure.

“Jesus,” Soap hears Ghost murmur, the sound of his glass being set down loud despite all the noise. He can’t help but smirk into his kiss, feels Kyle reciprocate.

He spares a moment to glance over his shoulder at Simon, Gaz’s lips immediately going to his neck. “Jealous, sir?”

Ghost snorts, shaking his head dismissively as he crosses his arms. “Jealous of what, those sloppy kisses? Jealous of two pups humpin’ each other? I could have each of you ridin’ my boots with just a look, there’s nothin’ to be jealous of.”

Soap smirks, goes to bite out something about Ghost’s tone betraying him when Gaz grabs him by the nape of his neck, tugging their mouths back together.

“Gonna - get - us - in - trouble,” he whispers between nipping kisses, sharp spikes of pleasure-pain left against Johnny’s bottom lip, then the soothing stroke of his tongue. “Not lettin’ you take me down with you, MacTavish.”

Johnny’s laugh is a little loud for such close proximity, and Kyle presses their lips together to muffle him.

They stay like that for several long moments - humping each other, smiling into the kiss. They end up more bumping teeth and biting at each other than kissing, both lips stinging at the roughening treatment.

It’s fun to play with his fellow sergeant like this, to take knowing that Gaz will give. Ghost and Price are so commanding, always so in control of what’s happening, and Soap loves submitting to that but he also loves the reprieve of a casual kiss with Kyle.

His hips work a bit faster at Gaz’s hip as the low simmering in his gut grows warmer and warmer. The desire to get off is becoming a substantial need, driving him closer and closer to the other man. He levers himself up a bit more, so he’s fully sitting over Kyle’s thigh, and moves his arms up so he can scratch at the man’s back.

Gaz grunts, hips bucking up into Johnny’s knee as he arcs his back further into the sting of nails down his back. His arms stay around Soap’s neck, tugging him further down so there’s hardly an inch of space between their bodies.

It’s good to get off like this. A slow growing pleasure controlled only by them, no waiting (or begging) for permission, an orgasm controlled just by them. The freedom is rare, and Soap savors it as much as he savors the taste of Gaz’s tongue.

He doesn’t notice when Price comes back to the table with a fresh round of drinks, only clueing in to the man’s presence when he speaks.

“They’re still going at it?”

A grunt from Simon. “Think they’re almost finished.”

Price sighs, and Kyle and Johnny share a smile with each other. There’s nothing quite like putting out the Captain, and the casual way he had spoken leaves both of them even hornier.

Soap is the first to come, like he almost always is when he’s allowed to control his own orgasms. One is rarely enough for him with his sex drive as high as it is, and he already knows he’s got a few more in him as he gets himself off against Kyle.

His climax is slow, a building thing coming from his gut and moving through him in long waves. It hardly even feels like an orgasm, more like strong waves of pleasure that nearly bowl him over. If his boxers didn’t get uncomfortably wet, he might have thought he was just exceptionally horny.

But he shudders through the peak, panting into Gaz’s mouth and leaving the other man to do most of the work as he humped erratically, hips moving on instinct alone.

He has enough sense to know better than to leave Kyle hanging, so he lets his arms drop to the man’s waist and sneaks his hands up the white shirt he’d worn. He tries to press his knee further into Gaz’s movements, stroking over his chest.

It’s the pinch to his nipple that finally gets him, Soap’s short nails digging in and giving him just enough pain to get off. Johnny pulls back enough to watch Gaz’s eyes go wide, watch him bite his lip to hold back a moan (even though someone has surely noticed what they’re doing). Soap is quick to lean in and return Gaz’s favor from before, loving their lips together to quiet his moans.

Johnny recovers before Gaz does. Slowly but surely he starts to shift against the man’s thigh, his cock pushing uncomfortably at his now soaked underwear. There’s an element of humiliation that comes with humping your friend with cum filled boxers, and that only makes Johnny more eager.

“Soap,” Gaz moans, letting his forehead fall forward to Johnny’s forehead and trying to move his own hips away from the pressure Johnny’s hadn’t pulled away. “Too much, too soon.”

“Nah,” Soap pants, settling into a faster rhythm now, working himself up much more quickly. “Nah, c’mon, feels good.”

Gaz shakes his head, grunting. “No, mate, it’s- fuck, ouch, how are you not too sensitive?”

Johnny’s orgasm comes far quicker, like a tidal wave in the distance that he watches grow closer and closer. He’s nearly breathless as he falls forward a bit, giving more of his weight to Kyle and almost kneeling on top of his groin. “Feels, fuck, feels so good… you don’t wanna feel good too? Come on, mate.”

Johnny reaches down, pressing a hand roughly down on Kyle’s crotch. The other man yelps spine going straight as he tries to squirm away.

“Johnny! Stop, stop, that- ow, motherfucker!”

Soap would laugh if he wasn’t riding the edge himself, pressing his entire weight into Gaz’s body, hips working in quick little thrusts. He can feel himself throbbing, grits his teeth when he can practically taste the orgasm.

Gaz tries to get revenge by gripping Johnny’s cock through his pants with a (frankly unreasonably) tight hold, a sharp squeeze.

The jokes on him though - the spike of pain is what gets Johnny off.

He settles a bit more after the second orgasm, the cum becoming a truly horrendous discomfort in his boxers, but worth it for the pleasure cooling his bones. He slumps against Gaz until the other man shoves him off, legs shaking slightly.

“That was quite the show,” Price rumbles, and Soap smiles with his eyes still closed, basking. “Think everyone else enjoyed it?”

Ghost grunts. “How could they not? Two of them moanin’ like that, damn lucky we didn’t get kicked out.”

That startles a laugh from Soap, the playful degradation a pleasant familiarity from Ghost. He blinks open a bit blearily, makes eye contact with the masked man. “Couldn’t have been too loud, what with him tryin’ to suffocate me.”

Gaz makes an offended noise, kicking the side of Johnny’s leg. “Shut it. You nearly had me choking on your tongue.”

There are soft sounds of amusement from all of the men, and Price slides a try with four shot glasses towards the sergeants once they all calm.

“Your tequila, boys. Should give you enough energy for another show.”

Johnny can’t help but smirk when he and Kyle make eye-contact, both wearing matching expressions. If Price is already trying to get them drunk, it’s going to be a long night.

He grins as he downs the first shot, already looking forward to it.

#this was originally soapgaz x reader but the 2nd person stuff really wasn't happening idk why. sorry!#also sorry this is so short i really just cannot write right now #luckily 27 is queued up to go #kinktober 2023 #soapgaz #gazsoap #soap x gaz #gaz x soap #john soap mactavish x kyle gaz garrick #johnny soap mactavish x kyle gaz garrick #soap mactavish x gaz garrick #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #kinktober day 26 #kinktober

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esmedelacroix · 5 months

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20 days til' Christmas

militaryhusband!ghost makes snow angels with your son ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

cw: angsty(sorry got a bit carried away)

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It became a tradition for Simon to make snow angels with your son every Christmas Eve so Santa could know that everyone in the house was nice and not naughty.

"Come on mate, it's time to make our snow angels, gotta let the fat man know we've been good this year," Simon said as he helped your son Edward get his coat on.

You had a sensitivity to cold so you stayed inside. You watched the two of them from the windowsill in your living room. You watched as your husband held your son's hand throughout the whole walk to the backyard.

Watching Simon be so soft with his son was an endearing sight for you to see. He may be a military man, and one the most brutal people on the frontlines, but the fact that he can be gentle with his son, warmed your heart.

You could almost hear their laughter as if you were outside with them. As Simon lay in the snow, Edward followed. They began to flap their arms and legs like they were little birds. It was always cute to watch them do this every year. They got up and looked at their work and high-fived before running back into the house.

"Mama, we did it!" your son exclaimed running over to you, boots still on leaving a trail of water and dirt in his wake. Simon shook his head at Edwards's mess and took his stuff off before returning with a mop in hand.

You helped Edward take his snow gear off while Simon cleaned up the mess he had made before joining the two of you on the couch. "Alright little lad, you have got to remember to take your dirty boots off before you walk into the house after playing in the snow," Simon sighed as he got Edward on his lap and hit him with a tickle attack. You joined in the tickling until Edward started to tickle back.

You were all out of breath recovering from all the laughing you had been doing. "Okay, okay, I'll take my boots off next time," Edward breathed out.

"Thank you, young mister," you said, patting his head.

"Did you see our snow angels love? They're perfect this year," Simon asked, nudging Edward's arm.

"Yeah they're so cute, Edward's looks like an ant next to yours," you giggled.

"Yeah papa is huge, and he has big muscles, I want to be just like him," Edward geeked.

Simon looked down at his son, the only emotion playing on his face was love.

"Dad is pretty awesome isn't he?" you asked, running your fingers through Edward's hair.

"Yeah, he protects the country and he protects us," Edward boasted.

You looked up at Simon smiling at him ear to ear. Simon then kissed Edward on his temple. "I'm glad you think so highly of you old man," he replied.

The two of you cuddled up on the couch together with Edward in between the two of you bathing and marinating in the pure feeling of domestic bliss.

. . .

The next morning you woke up feeling a strange coldness creeping up on you. That's when you realized he was gone. Not gone like not in bed gone like he wasn't home. You prayed that he had just gone to the supermarket to get something.

You prayed that when you walked down the stairs you wouldn't see a letter from him and the government saying that he had been called back. You had seen it happen to friends and family, but luckily it had never happened to you.

The first place you thought to check was Edward's room. It wasn't a rare occurrence for Simon to be in there playing with him, watching him rest, or sleeping in there with him after he came to your room and told the two of you that he had a nightmare.

When you entered the room Edward was sound asleep, and Simon was nowhere in sight. Maybe I'm just overreacting. You thought to yourself as you closed his door quietly.

You went down to the kitchen, there was no one there either. Maybe he just went to the supermarket. You thought to yourself as you walked over to the living room. You sat down on the couch letting out a long sigh before feeling something under you. You felt paper under you.

You raised your bum slowly from the cushion of the couch and retrieved a piece of paper. It was a letter. You immediately put it down refusing to believe what it meant. Your hands and legs began to shake rapidly and tears stung your eyes. You shook your head frantically as the tears began to drip onto your lap.

You felt like there was a bolder sitting on your chest. You gripped the throw blanket sitting on the couch until your knuckles felt like they were going to shatter.

You took a deep breath and picked up the letter. You unfolded it to see Simon's fourth-grade-level handwriting. You chuckled to yourself thinking of the times you would always tease him about it. The letter read:

My love, my life, my whole world,

I couldn't bring myself to wake the two of you up. You just looked so peaceful. They called me at 4:00 in the morning, but you're too much of a heavy sleeper and you didn't hear it. I don't have a lot of time to write this letter to you but I love you. I hate that I have to leave you and our little one. Things are really rough on the frontlines. I was supposed to be off for six more months but there is a huge emergency. As you know sweetheart, my job isn't easy. I'm practically greeted with death every day. I know I'm not very good with words but if death does decide to take my hand, I'll hold you with my other. I love you more than anything. I'm going to miss you two so much. Don't forget to tell my boy I love him, and I will be back in no time. Say I love you every day. And Christ baby, stay warm, please. I know how easily you get sick when you're cold. I know you hate it when I'm not around, and you always wish I was home and that there were no wars or conflicts in the world so I could always be by your side but I can't. I hate that I can't change that. I love you, baby. Visit me in my dreams and I'll visit you in yours. I love you endlessly, I'll be home with you soon.

. . .

It was a heartbreaking Christmas for both you and Edward. You wrote him every single day and he would write back when he had the time. You and Edward sent him care packages and even celebrated his birthday and filmed it for him to watch when he came back.

This became a habit for the two of you. You filmed Edward's school concerts, his birthday, his first soccer game, his wrestling matches, and so many more core memories.

The year went by like lightning and it was Christmas Eve once again. "Ma, I'm going to go make the snow angel for Santa Claus!" Edward exclaimed.

You watched him waddle out onto the snow tripping over constantly because he didn't have his dad's hand to hold. He plopped himself down on the snow and began to flap his arms and legs around. He got up and admired his work before quickly waddling back inside. As always he ran straight to you forgetting to take his dirty boots off before joining you at the living room windowsill. "My snow angel looks great!" Edward exclaimed.

"Yep, Santa's definitely going to bring us gifts now," you reassured as you helped Edward get his snow gear off.

It felt incomplete looking out at the snow angel not seeing a giant one next to your son's smaller one. It didn't help that you didn't receive a letter from Simon in December at all.

Months after Christmas Simon still wasn't home. It had been a little over a year since he had left and you missed him every single day. You hadn't received a letter from him since November and you weren't too worried because it was normal but you couldn't shake this feeling that something was wrong.

Those worries were confirmed when you heard a knock on your door the next day. You opened the door to see Captain Price, a man who worked closely with Simon. In his hand lay a folded British flag with Simon's dog tag that he wore all the time. "We regret to report to you that your husband Simon Riley has been reported missing in action, only his dog tag could be found in his trail," Price started.

You couldn't even stand to listen to the rest of what he had to say. You fell to your knees with your face in your hands and began to wail. Your son quickly came to your side placing a hand on your shoulder. "What's the matter, mum? Are these guys being mean?" he asked innocently. All you could bring yourself to do was hug him tight.

That night you explained the situation to your son in the least frightening way possible. To your surprise, he received the information much better than you did. "Daddy is missing in action, he's not killed in action. That means he's still alive and he is coming home soon. We have nothing to worry about Mum," Edward reassured as he hugged you.

"You're right, love, your Daddy's so strong," you said as rubbed his back.

He was saying wise things but you knew Edward was just as scared for Simon as you were.

You received updates from their search for Simon. They say that there is a chance that they may be able to find him but not to get your hopes up.

. . .

Months passed by like they were just hours. As soon as you knew it it was Christmas Eve once again. It had been two years without Simon. You woke up and Edward had already gone outside to make his snow angel. The back door swung open and Edward ran in, boots not off making a huge mess of the ground as always.

You smiled to yourself thinking about how Simon would've hit him with a tickle attack for forgetting to take his boots off again. You gave him a big hug. "Your snow angel looks beautiful Eddie," you said, patting his head.

"Thanks, Mum," he said as he started to scarf down the breakfast you made while he was outside. The two of you watched Christmas movies all afternoon. You got up to get more popcorn and to wash your hands. As you lathered your hands you saw something strange in the window. You ran to the living room windowsill to get a better look. Next to Edward's snow angel was an even bigger one. Like the one that Simon used to make with him.

You were convinced that you were going crazy but you didn't care you had to get a better look. without thinking you ran straight outside with only your pajamas on. You saw it right in front of you, you put your hand out and touched the indent in the snow. "Hon' what'd I tell ya' about going outside without a coat on?" you heard a deep raspy voice say behind you.

You immediately looked behind you to see Simon there leaning against the door. You hadn't even seen him when you ran outside. You sprinted to him and immediately hugged him tight. "Come let's get you inside," he said as he dragged you indoors.

"Simon! What, how- when?" you stuttered. Your thoughts were running wild, you couldn't even get a proper sentence out.

"Surprise Mum!" Edward said, joining in on the hug.

"You knew??" you questioned shocked.

"Papa got here this morning when I went outside. He was there, but he said that he wanted to surprise you," Edward explained.

You playfully hit Simon's chest. "You boys are going to be the death of me," you scolded, pinching Edward's cheek.

"I missed you too love," Simon said as he planted a kiss on your temple.

"Feels great to be home," you said. You may have been in your house but home was always in Simon's arms.

This Christmas was one of the best because you watched the film you made for Simon documenting your lives without him. Santa saw two snow angels and brought extra gifts this year. And finally, you took a week off of work because you had gotten a cold from the two seconds you spent outside and you had your boys taking care of you.

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i am absolutely BEGGING you for javi p bath or shower sec PLEASE

Meg, you ask and you shall receive. Javi P, bath sex, I gotchu girl. Thank you for blessing me with this request. Literally flew out of my fingers faster than lightening.

Pairing | Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count | 1.6k

Warnings | Explicit. 18+, Minors DNI. Bath sex, lots of Peña dirty talk, unprotected PiV sex and a bonus creampie because I felt nice.

Part of my 1k Smut Sensation Celebration - if you want in, check here for details - I’m accepting requests through July 15th.

The warm water of the bath is a godsend after the day you’ve had. As soon as you slipped your body into the water, scented as always with lavender oil and some bubbles, you felt the tension dissipate from your shoulders. When you sink down further, letting the water cover most of your body, except for the toe poking out at the end of the tub, you can see the pink skin of your feet. Javi would tell me this water is too hot, you think. Then you hear the key in the lock and the front door opening. Speak of the devil.

“Querida?”

“In here!” You call out, hearing his footsteps echo down the hallway until he’s pushing open the bathroom door and peering inside.

“Long day?” He asks, knowing the only time you ever take a bath is when you’ve had just that.

“The longest.” You give him a relaxed smile as he steps further into the bathroom, “How about you?”

“Nothing a glass of whiskey and a kiss won’t fix,” He’s smirking, placing his hands on the side of the bath to lean down and take the latter from you, “You want one?”

“Another kiss or a whiskey?” You chuckle.

“Either?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I’ll take the whiskey then.” You wink, to which he dips his hand in the bath water, letting most of it drip off, before flicking the excess at your face.

He’s back moments later with two tumblers filled with ice and a healthy pour of whiskey in each. He hands one to you which you take gladly, enjoying how the ice-cold liquid slides down your throat, a complete juxtaposition to the steaming bathwater you’re sitting in.

Javi sets his glass on the side by the sink, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, before he’s retrieving the drink to sit on the floor, one arm resting on the lip of the tub, facing towards you, “Cheers.” You clink your drinks together.

“You’re going to ruin your back sitting like that,” You observe, pointing to the shrimp position he’s currently sitting in, with nothing to rest his back on, “Why don’t you just get in with me?”

He takes his drink in his other hand, dipping his fingers into the water, “And melt my skin off?” He chuckles, “No thank you, querida.”

“Stop being a big baby,” You tease, taking his wrist in a firm grip, “And get in the tub with me.”

In the months you’ve been together, Javier Peña has learnt which battles to fight and which to let go, and this is one of them. He stands, quickly shedding his shirt, before making quick work of the rest of his clothes. You can’t help but let your eyes wander down his powerful thighs, the ones you loved planting yourself on when you rode him. When he turns around to move his drink, there is no other thing for you to do than stare at his ass, round and inviting, just asking you to reach out and grip your fingers into the globes of his perfect behind.

“You enjoying the show?” He catches you staring as he turns around, the sight of his ass now replaced, albeit very quickly before he’s moving to get in the tub behind you, with his perfectly thick cock, already starting to harden just by looking at you in the water.

“I always do.” You smile, sitting up and shifting down a little so he can stand behind you and lower himself into the water.

“Fucking hell, hermosa, this is hotter than the sun,” Once he’s finally settled, he’s wrapping his arms around your waist to drag you to lie back against his chest, “It doesn’t need to be a thousand degrees to get you clean.”

“The purpose of a bath is never to get clean, Javi,” You sigh, letting your eyes close as the back of your head rests in the crook between his neck and shoulder, “It’s to relax.”

“Relax, you say?” He growls into your ear, nuzzling his nose in the soft skin behind it, “You need me to help you relax, hermosa?”

His hands are already finding your tits, palming them in his hands, taking each of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger and rolling them into stiff peaks. You let a sigh out as you relax more into his body, feeling his stiffening cock at the small of your back. You can’t help yourself; you shuffle back a little, enjoying the small, strangled sound that catches in his throat.

“So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” He chuckles, keeping one hand firmly gripping one of your tits, whilst the other dips down your body, under the waterline, and straight between your legs, ��Lucky for you, I’m not in the mood to tease tonight.”

He’s right, because almost immediately he’s plunging his fingers through your folds, taking just a few seconds to rub his finger over your clit, your back arching, pushing your pussy further onto his hand, before his fingers are dipping lower until they’re buried inside your aching cunt as far as they’ll go.

“God, always so fucking ready for me,” He praises into your ear, “You been thinking about me, hermosa?” He teases then, “Only reason I can think that you’d be so fucking soaked for me already.”

His hand is placed just so that he can curl those wonderous fingers up inside you whilst the pad of his thumb is precise on your clit. All you can do is clench your eyes closed so tightly tears are forming, choked gasps falling from your mouth as you do, “Asked you a question, bonita, you going to answer me?”

“Fuck- yes, yes Javi, think about you all the time.”

“Yeah, I know you do,” You can feel his lips tilt into a smirk as he’s kissing across one of your shoulders, “Fuck you so well you can only think of me.”

You open your legs even further than they already are, trying to chase the high that Javi is currently hurtling you towards. His deep voice in your ear, his mouth nipping tiny little marks along your shoulder, his fingers deep into your pussy and the flat of his thumb rubbing those perfect circles across your bundle of nerves, they all combine in ecstasy and pleasure bursts through your belly, coursing through every vein to settle on every nerve ending you’ve got. You’re crying out his name and the shuddering aftershocks has the water tipping over the edge and onto the floor. You don’t have a care in the world, not as long as the man settled behind you, rock hard cock resting on your lower back continues spewing filth in Spanish into your ear.

“Such a good girl for me,” He whispers, “Feel how hard you make me?” He’s asking as you try to catch your breath, he’s bucking his hips into you to prove his point.

“Fuck, Javi,” You sigh when you finally have enough mental capacity to think about, “I need you inside me.”

“Turn around and sit on my cock then.”

He’s using the flat of one of his palms on your spine to push you forward, helping to maneuver you so you’re facing him. You thank whoever lived in the house before you for choosing such a large tub, because you can settle yourself perfectly on his lap, the tip of his cock nudging at the slick entrance of your pussy. Before you sink down onto him, you take a moment to look at him. His skin is flushed from the heat of the bath, beads of sweat already gathering at his temples. Then there’s his hair, mused and untidy from his long day, you can’t help but take your wet hands, slicking them through his curls. He is quite possibly the most beautiful man you ever laid eyes on.

His wide palms are hitting at your hips, slowly moving you down to sink onto his cock. You throw your head back as he fills you, always so deliciously, letting his name fall from your lips as you start grinding your hips into him. You can hear the water sloshing around you, some of it splashing over the sides and onto the floor, but when Javi is wrapping one of his arms around the small of your back, still using his other hand to guide your hip in the movement that he likes, you couldn’t care less. He’s tilting his head forward, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling it gently between teeth before he’s sucking and running his tongue over it to soothe.

“Always look so good like this,” He moans into the skin of your chest, “Bouncing on my cock.”

“Want you to come for me Javi,” You cry out, “Come inside me.”

You feel him growl at your chest before he’s pulling away, leaning back in the tub, stilling your hips so you’re not the one moving. Then, he’s fucking himself up into you, a bruising pace that has your moans echoing in the tiny bathroom. You can feel his fingers gripping at your hips, knowing that there would be bruises there come the morning. His moans are falling from his lips quickly now and you watch from your perfect vantage point as he comes undone inside of you. His face is practically angelic, his mouth tipped open, strangled cries leaving it, with his eyes shut as he paints the walls of your pussy with his cum.

He lets you go, catching you just before you can fully collapse on his chest, both silent save for the heaving of your chests as you try and fill your lungs with air again. You peer over the edge of the bath, wincing at the amount of water pooling on the floor, “Made a bit of a mess, Peña.” You say, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Thought that was the whole point?” He asks, “Bath’s aren’t meant for getting clean.”

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jennay · 8 months

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Request: So I have an idea for a fluffy fic? Where reader and Noah are best friends and reader flies out and surprises Noah on tour at a show. He sees the reader standing in the side wings of the stage while performing and he gets so happy! After the show maybe they confess feelings? Or whatever you think!! Love your writing 💕 💕

An: I nearly died from fluff. Thank you for the request💜

Noah stuuuuffff

Words: 3k I think

Now warnings just a lot of feelings.

“How did you-“ Bryan looks at you with pure confusion, his eyes wide and mouth open. He quickly recovers and smiles, “Our security needs upgrading.” He laughs knowingly and clicks the camera in front of your face. “Memories!” He says in a mock-serious tone as if he is documenting a historic moment.

You laugh as you pretend to swat the camera from your face.

“Hey, don’t give him any reason to look over here.” You whisper to Bryan, pointing at Noah, who is on the stage, talking to the crowd. “He doesn’t know I came.” You say with a sneaky smile.

Bryan nods as he heads back to the stage, “You got it!” He says, giving you a wink. He hurries away from you, and you watch as he follows Noah around while he talks to the crowd.

Noah’s voice fills the air, confident and charismatic, as he riles the crowd with his witty banter and infectious energy.

You stand in awe, listening to the music and singing along to his songs.

Jolly is entertaining to watch while he bounces around and plays his guitar. Nicholas is calm and relaxed, staying in his spot and grooving with his bass. Folio is a beast on the drums, pounding away with so much energy that you wonder how he does it.

You feel pride and admiration for them, especially for Noah, your best friend. You know how hard he’s worked to get here.

You also know how hard it has been for him to be away from home, touring the world and living his dream.

He confided in you last week when you talked on the phone that he was feeling anxious and homesick. He said he missed you and that it was weird to be separated from you for so long. You felt the same way. You two have been inseparable since you were kids, growing up together and sharing everything. You have always supported and cheered him on, even when others doubted him or tried to bring him down.

You’ve seen him grow from a shy boy with a big dream to a superstar with a loyal fanbase. And yet, he has never changed who he is.

He is still the same Noah you know and love, the one who makes you laugh, who listens to you, who cares about you, who is going to be surprised whenever he decides to notice you standing off to the side of the stage.

You lock eyes with Nicholas as he turns around during the song, and you wave at him with a smile.

He looks happy to see you, and he quickly makes his way to Noah, who is still singing his heart out. He lightly bumps Noah on the shoulder and gestures towards you, hoping to surprise him.

Noah’s brown eyes sparkled like polished gems as he caught sight of you. His smile is radiant, spreading across his face like a sunbeam. He looks overjoyed, as if he had just found the most precious treasure in the world. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, and an intense glow filled your heart, warming your entire body.

The song ends, and he waves you over, asking you to stand with him. “Stop hiding!” He says over the mic. “C’mon, I want to introduce you to the family!” He says, showcasing the crowd.

You shake your head and mouth the word no. You’re so incredibly proud of him and happy he wants everyone to know who you are, but you prefer to stay in the shadows where you could watch him shine.

“Awe,” He coos over the mic. “You’re adorable when you're shy!” He smiles goofily and turns back to the crowd, “That’s (y/n)!” He pauses, pacing the stage. “She’s one of the reasons I made it this far..” He returns the mic to his side, smiling like a child as the crowd cheers at his words. “She was there when we were just kids, pushing me towards my dreams and not letting me give up.” He turns back towards you, “Kicking me in the ass when I wasn’t motivated.” He beams, love, filling his brown iris as he thinks of your encouragement. “Reminding me that if I was going to be a high school dropout, this was my only other choice.”

You cover your eyes with your hand, lightly giggling, thankful he’s giving you credit but also dying from the attention. “It's all you!” You say to him even though he can’t hear you.

“If you’d come here, I could probably hear what you said.” He challenges you, and with great hesitation, you finally give in to him.

You make your way to the center of the stage, feeling Jolly’s playful laughter as he sees you taking deep breaths and fidgeting with your hands.

“There she is,” Noah says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and drawing you near despite his damp skin. “Now, what did you say?” He asks, putting the microphone to your lips. “I said it’s all you. I had nothing to do with it.” You glance at Bryan, who is snapping more photos of this moment.

You’re unaware of it, but Bryan has snapped a photo of the exact moment when you and Noah realize that there is more than friendship between you.

He gazes down at you while you look up at him with wonder. A blush spreads, and you want to escape from the stage. Your heart beats faster, and your stomach feels queasy.

You slowly break free from his hug, smiling as you wave to the crowd and walk away. You feel awkward, but you know it would only get worse if you stayed in front of all those eyes.

Nicholas gives you a knowing smile as if he can read your mind.

You shake off the feelings and head to the back of the stage. You hear Noah talking about the last song they’re going to play. You walk down the side stage, heading to the stairs.

Your heart is still pounding in your chest. What is this feeling? “Not Noah,” You whisper, trying to push the thoughts out of your head. You walk toward the tour bus, trying to catch your breath. “Come on!” You exclaim, looking up at the sky. “Why now? We had over ten years to do this. What the fuck!”

You sit outside the bus on a bench, knowing the bus is locked. You pull out your phone and call your friend Isabelle.

“Hey!” She answers, “How was your flight?”

Sighing, you lean back, “I’m in love with Noah.” You blurt out.

You hear her soft laughter on the other as she asks, “What!?”

“Yeah, uh. Fuck.” You quietly say.

“You’ve literally been fightening me for the last two years about this, and now that I’m convinced there’s nothing, there’s something!?” She laughs again, “Well, spill it. What’re you going to do? Gonna romance him or just be weird and avoid him?”

You stand up and walk around the grassy area, trying to gather your thoughts. “Just go back to the hotel and avoid him at all costs.” You roll your eyes at your idea. “I’m walking back to the car right now. I think I can just sneak away before they get here.”

When you reach your car, you unlock the door and pop into the driver's seat. You set your phone down and allow it to connect to the Bluetooth.

“Well, I think that’s a shit idea, but you do whatever.” She laughs, “Avoiding Noah like he’s a plague will make it worse for you. I’ve seen you’re separation anxiety.” She teases, “Just talk to him. It’s not like he’s this big, scary guy. You constantly make fun of him for being so soft, and now you’re acting like he’s so hard to talk to.”

You hesitate, torn between going to the hotel and facing Noah, but you’re afraid of what he might say or do if he finds out how you feel.

“Are you driving, seriously? You’re leaving.” She squeals with annoyance. “Oh my god. I should’ve come. I knew it.”

“Look, I just, I need a minute to collect my fucking thoughts. This came as kind of a shock to me.” You drive as fast as possible to get to the hotel, and your stomach threatens to release any content.

“I don’t know how this came as a surprise.” Isabelle’s voice is full of disbelief, “There’s a reason this shit happens in the movies. I’m sorry if I’m making it worse, but your turning into a walking cliche.”

Frustrated, you groan at the idea of your life situation being as dramatic as the movies. “I gotta go. I just got to the hotel.”

You click the end button without giving her a chance to respond. Isabelle was right, though. Noah wasn’t difficult to talk to. You were making this a bigger deal than necessary, but it didn’t stop you from feeling nervous.

Annoyance bubbles up inside you when you hear your text tone go off. Was she really texting you already!?

Hey, sorry if I was too much. I don’t know if I pissed you off, um. I was hoping we’d have some time to hang out.

You stare down at your phone, debating if you should call or text. You can’t call Noah. He’ll know some things up.

Sorry! All is good; I just felt a little gross and went back to the hotel. You nervously bite your lip and send another text. Wanna come over, or can I meet you somewhere? I’m not really in the mood to hang out with everyone.

You wait for a response, a million things racing through your mind as you wonder what you would say to him. I think we need to talk…

Send me the address. I’ll be there shortly.

You hear a knock on the hotel door, and your heart skips. He’s here already. You wish you had more time to prepare yourself for this moment. You get up from the chair and walk towards the door, feeling nervous and excited. You unlock it and open it slightly, meeting Noah’s bright smile and sparkling eyes. You open the door wider and invite him in, trying to act casual. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest.

“Hey.” He says, “Everything ok?” He walks around the small room and sits on the edge of the bed. He looks at you with concern as you stand by the door, frozen and unable to move.

“What’s going on with you?” He asks, his voice gentle and curious.

“I’m scared.” You say, walking over to him slowly.

His brown eyes are full of warmth and worry, his lips slightly parted, and his hair tousled from pushing it out of his face so many times. You’re afraid of what he might say, what he might do, what he might think of you.

“Wanna elaborate?” He says, his tone changing to protective. His eyebrows furrow, and his jaw clenches. “Did something happen? Do I need to kick someone’s ass?” He asks, ready to defend you from any harm.

You shake your head and plop beside him, trying to act calm. But inside, you feel like you’re about to faint.

You know he can sense something is wrong, something is different. He’s seen you through your ups and downs, highs and lows. He’s been your best friend for years, your confidant, your partner in crime.

He knows you better than anyone else. And that’s why this is so hard. His eyes watch you, scanning for any clues to the situation. He grows more worried and concerned.

The last time he saw you acting like this, it had something to do with your ex-boyfriend, who cheated on you and broke your heart. And if it had anything to do with him again, Noah would make sure he paid for it.

He hated seeing you hurt; he hated seeing you cry. He wanted to make you happy, and he wanted to make you smile.

You bite your lip, thinking of something to say to him. You know what you want to say, but getting yourself to do it is nearly impossible. But you can’t keep this inside anymore. You need to tell him the truth, and you need to take a risk.

You take a deep breath, building courage and preparing for rejection. “I need to tell you something,” You say softly, looking into his eyes. “And I need to know that no matter what I say, we’re gonna be ok.”

He nods his head, “We’re gonna fine.” His arm wraps around your shoulder, pulling you to his chest, resting his chin on your head, and running his hand up and down your arm, “You can’t get rid of me.” He reminds you.

You nuzzle your face closer to his chest and mumble a few inaudible words against his body.

You feel his chest move as he chuckles and gently pulls away from you, looking down at you, tilting your chin to look at him. “You did that on purpose.”

“But technically, I said what I needed to.” You say, flashing a smile.

“It doesn’t count if I can’t hear it.” He gives you a second to sit up and regain your composure. “C’mon, it’s me. Just say what you need to say.”

“Ok, fine!” You stand up, towering over him. You put your hands on his shoulders and look directly at him. “I said I have feelings for you, and it’s ruining my life!” You fling your hands up in the air and put a considerable distance in front of the two of you. You’re eyes wander around the room, trying to avoid looking at him. “And I know you don’t feel that way, and that’s fine, but I needed to say it and get it out there. Like, I get if you don’t want to talk anymore, I’m not anything special, and you could have whatever you want and-“

He stands up quickly and grabs your hands, stopping your rambling. A smile plastered on lips as he brought his hands to your face. “Dude,” He lightly laughs, “You’re wrong.”

You exhale deeply, still stuck in his gaze, “What?” You ask.

He wraps you in a tight embrace, and you hardly register what’s going on. Slowly, your hands come up to his waist and wrap around him, feeling relief that he didn’t walk out the door.

“You’re wrong.“ He steps back, his hands resting on your shoulders. “I’ve had a thing for you since middle school. I just thought you deserved better than me. There was no way you could fall for me. I’ve seen the guys you date.”

You stare at him in disbelief, your mouth hanging open. “You’re kidding, right?” You say, incredulous. “You’ve had a thing for me since middle school? How did I not know that? How did you not tell me that?” You feel a scale of emotions, from shock to confusion to happiness.

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. He’s been in love with you for years, and you’ve been oblivious to it.

You’ve wasted so much time dating jerks who didn’t appreciate you when the one who did was right in front of you all along.

He smiles sheepishly, his eyes crinkling. “I guess I was too scared to ruin our friendship. You’re my best friend, you know that. I didn’t want to lose you over some stupid crush. But I guess it’s more than that. It’s always been more than that.” He says, his voice is sincere and sweet.

He cups your face in his hands and looks into your eyes, making your heart flutter. He strokes your cheek with his thumb and says, “But how could I not fall for you? You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re kind, you’re beautiful. You’re everything I ever wanted.” He smiles and leans in, closing the gap between you. His lips touch yours softly, gently, sweetly. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back, feeling his arms around your waist and his hair between your fingers. You feel his warmth and his breath dancing across your skin. He deepens the kiss, making your heart race, and before it goes any further, he pulls away slightly and whispers in your ear, “No more secrets?”

You nod, “No more secrets.”

He kisses your forehead and hugs you tight, making you feel safe and loved.

He nuzzles into your neck, “You’re mine.”

You nod, unable to contain your giggle, “And you’re mine.”

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OruVil HCs

Anonymous asked:

i know you don't play the game, but have you watched the new years event (the with vil)? i've recently been into your oruvil stuff and the way he dotes on and so clearly favors ortho made me think of that hehe. do you have any hcs for them? fluffy, spicy, or otherwise? (hope you're having a good day) :D

Anonymous asked:

Any thoughts on human Ortho with Vil?

Sorry for the wait, Anons, it took me some time to reply…

First of all! That New Year’s Event Vil card lives in my head not only rent-free, I pay it with my mental currency so it stays there forever. We haven’t watched this New Year’s Event (only the one with Kalim and Deuce), but we’re definitely going to do it one day. This year’s lineup is bonkers, and Sebek’s design was also great… But of course Vil is the queen lol

The fact that Vil keeps favouring Ortho and doting on him!! Thank you for lettins us know, Anon, this is the best. It makes me happy…

Alight, headcanons! Two versions, although the first bunch could work with either version of Ortho, to be honest. Maybe there was no reason to separate these two lists…

Regular Ortho

Vil really helps Ortho with his emotional development, both with the way he expresses himself and with his feelings in general. They talk about Ortho’s feelings a lot, sometimes it’s almost like Vil is both Ortho’s mentor and therapist lol But whenever Ortho suddenly starts talking about how much he likes spending time with Vil and how he wants to be closer to him, it’s always very unexpected and makes Vil’s heart beat faster.

It’s very unusual for Ortho to watch movies at the cinema and watch theatre performances, and he experienced both of these things with Vil. And while he can’t really feel pinpoint what makes the atmosphere so different and special (to him it’s all the same – just the environment is different), he has a lot of tropes in his head that he borrowed from the movies. So he’ll definitely at some point try holding Vil’s hand or even get clingy with him while watching a movie.

When Ortho got his own room, he was so excited that he invited Vil over to see it, which felt at the same time very childish and very sus of him: “let me show you my room” could have very conflicting connotations… Vil just wanted to treat him, so of course he agreed. Needless to say, the nerd den that is Ignihyde was shook to the core that day, because no one expected to see a gorgeous looking and amazingly smelling Pomefiore housewarden so up-close... the virgin igni boys got so STRESSED over the fact that Ortho brought him over, the theories ran wild for at least a week after that. Did they fuck? Did SOMEONE FUCK in THEIR DORM? The Virgin den?! Ortho, you’re such a fuckboy..!

Ortho blocks Mira sometimes. Vil doesn’t use her when Ortho is around anyway, but Ortho still doesn’t really like Mira lol Sometimes it’s almost like they have this weird rivalry.

Human Ortho

Ortho loves it when Vil styles him: wardrobe really transformed with Vil’s influence. They talk about clothes and shoes a lot, and spend a lot of time shopping together. A lot of times Vil spoils Ortho by buying him cool sneakers and jackets, but Ortho surprised Vil with designer clothes too: he’s kind of much richer than Vil anyway, so it’s only fair… and it made Vil happy…

Ortho is very clingy. Compared to the regular robot!Ortho, human!Ortho hugs Vil all the time. And it pisses everyone off, because Ortho could just sneak in, hug Vil from behind, rest his chin on Vil’s shoulder and stand like this while Vil’s explaining something to rest of the film research club. Even when Vil pushes Ortho away, he always does it in a weirdly gentle way: he scratches his head a little and then pushes him like a cat would do. While still explaining stuff to the rest of the film research club…

Ortho adores roleplay. Not only in a sexy way, but even just regularly: the moment he learned what improv was, he started to do it all the time with Vil. Of course, Vil doesn’t play along all the time, because there is time and place for everything, but he actually enjoys Ortho’s spontaneous nature when it comes to acting. Whenever Vil feels playful and gives him a “yes, and…”, Ortho gets very excited. They could play for hours… well, could’ve, but Vil is too busy for that :(

Ortho was lucky enough to receive a blowjob from Vil once, it was his birthday present (well, one of, there is no way Vil wouldn’t gifted him something else). And despite being “the hornier of two Shrouds”, it never even occurred to him how Vil would look with a dick in his mouth before. He was so happy… and way too smug afterwards lol

Despite the fact that Vil is more experienced, Ortho kind of overwhelms him when it comes to sex. He is a very fast learner, very enthusiastic, energetic and eager. Vil has a good stamina, but Ortho still leaves him absolutely exhausted after sex.

#replies #headcanons #oruvil

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oceanlue · 4 months

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*at a family gathering rookie decide to bring auron along to meet there family, so far everything was going okay their father liked him their grandmother loved him, but their mother had other plans. Behind they're back she brought their ex-boyfriend to the party and rookie was disgusted so they stay near auron, rookie yelled at their mom and yelled at their ex and left the party and ran with auron following them as the sat at a park to cool down*

Auron: 🎶So things look bad, and your back's against the wall

Your whole existence seems fuckin' hopeless

You're feelin' filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall

Can't face the world sober and wrokless

You've lost your way, you think your life is wrecked

Well, let me just say you're ..........correct🎶

Y/n: Wait, what?

Auron: 🎶 You're a loser, baby

A loser, goddamn baby

You're a fucked up little whiny bitch🎶

Y/n: Hey!

Auron: You're a loser, just like me🎶

Y/n: Thanks, asshole. *pouts*

Auron: 🎶You're a screw's-loose-boozer

An only one-star reviews-er

You're a power-bottom at rock bottom

But you got company🎶

Y/n: This supposed to make me feel better?

Auron: 🎶There was a time I thought no one could relate

To the gruesome ways in which I'm damaged

But lettin' walls down, it can sometimes set you straight!

We're all livin' in the same shit-sandwich🎶

Y/n: 🎶I had a date with a psychopathic freak🎶

Auron: 🎶Haha! And you think that makes you unique?

Get outta here, babe!

We're both losers, baby

We're losers, it's okay to be a—🎶

Y/n: worked up, fucken' tired hoe?

Auron: Baby, that's fine by me🎶

Y/n:🎶 I'm a loser, honey

A schmoozer and a dummy

But at least I know I'm not alone🎶

Auron: You're a loser

Both: Just like me

Auron: 🎶I got an appetite for gambling'

Y/n: I got an appetite for working' every copy and paper I can find

Auron: Go ahead baby, sing that song, come on!🎶

Y/n: I got no holes left to deflower *by auron*

Auron: I hurt my soul to save my power

Now I'm on that life' bad leash

Both: I'm trapped and it gets worse with every hour

Y/n: 🎶You're a loser, baby

Auron: A loser, but just maybe if we

Both: Eat shit together, things will end up differently🎶

Auron:🎶 It's time to lose your self-loathin'

Excuse yourself, let hope in, baby

Play your card, be who you are🎶

Both: A loser, just like me

*they kiss romantically*

Auron: want to go home

Y/n: yah....I had enough of family and I just want to be with you

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Hope u like it ✌🏻

💙💙💙

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #oceanlue #spotify #hazbin hotel #loser baby

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hannibalzero · 6 months

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Something special

Charthur dabble 🦬🦌🦬🦌

Tw: mpreg and cute you've been warned.

Jack peeked into Arthur’s tent, uncle Arthur had been acting funny since Uncle Charles moved into his lean-to. now it was tent-like Uncle Dutch had, pallet floor and animal pelts keeping everything warm with a small heater. Jack had noticed things changing in the camp. even in his own tent! Pallet floors, large cot, mama had a spinning wheel. Everything became nicer since Pa and Ma asked Uncle Javier to join them.

Jack didn't know how to feel about that . but Mama and Daddy were happy, Uncle Javier played with him too. So it wasn't all that bad, just different. Peeking into the tent, Jack found Arthur sitting in that folding chair with a back, sewing some leather together while Uncle Charles rested on their large cot, reading something. It was a rare moment to have both of his uncles relaxing.

Arthur looked up from his leatherwork. “Howdy Jack.” he gave a little smile before looking behind Jack. “Come on in, lettin in the cold.” he encouraged Jack. It was the start of winter so the wind was cold.

“Hey Jack.” Charles reached out with that great big paw of a hand, ruffled Jack’s brown hair lovingly.

“Hiya Uncle Charles, Uncle Arthur.” Jack peeked on his tiptoes to see what Arthur was making. “Whatcha doin?” he asked climbing into Arthur’s lap to get a better view. Jack frowned looking at Arthur’s belly. Maybe he had a beer belly like Uncle.

“Makin’ somethin’ real special like.” Arthur showed the decorated leather. Scenes of deer and bison, wolves and horses. Plants and flowers loving craved the thick leather. Arthur had even painted some of the scenes. “A backboard, for the baby comin’” he explained to the four-year-old.

“Baby?” Jack looked around.

“Whatcha lookin’ for?” Arthur asked worriedly.

“The stork, a great big white bird that brings folks babies.” Jack looked to Charles. “Did ya catch the bird?”

Charles laughed shaking his head. “No little one, storks don't mess with Indians. Arthur and I are making the baby.” he lied but gave a playful wink to a cherry red outlaw.

“Charles, I don't think-” Arthur started

“How?” Jack interrupted eyes wide looking between the men.

“Arthur and I, made a decision of great love. So we have been making a baby out of clay. It takes a long time.” Charles gave a shrug. “The baby is in a kiln at the moment, if everything is done correctly…in four months time we will have a baby.”

Arthur fucking loved this man. Knew just how to explain something to a child so easily. “Mmhmm, so we are preparing for da baby. This backboard is gonna carry the baby.” he grinned to Jack. Arthur set the leatherwork down.

“Why’ya need a backboard?” Jack asked eyes wide with wonder.

“So we can carry da baby around while we work. Ride horses, build the house and hunt. Need my arms…Charles needs his arms too.” Arthur teased nudging Charles.

“I don't mind carrying the baby. I don't know where you got that from.” Charles lightly nudged back. Looking to Jack now. “Whatcha need Jack? You came to us for something?” he asked knowing that Jack was still a little boy. To young to really visit just to see them.

Just how small children worked.

Jack blinked as he tried to remember before letting out a small “oh!” as he dug into his jacket and took out his craved deer toy. “One of the wheels feel off, can ya’ll fix it? Can I help?”

#my writing #mpreg #charthur #Charles Smith #arthur morgan #fluff #cute #dabble #rdr2

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thetwelfthcrow · 7 months

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- Max saying that his amount of wins is still nothing compared to Lewis...with that little glance and smile....what are you, SMITTEN?

- Btw, the way I have a physical reaction whenever Lewis says "Max"....😮🫣🥺🫠

- I'm not normal and therefore obsessed whenever either Max or Lewis answers a question and turns to the other one for "help", prompting them to jump in. Max immediatelly picking up his mic as soon as Lewis wants to know something. Idk why but the casualness is k i l l i n g me in the best wayyyy

- Asdfghj Lewis RAN out of that presser before Crofty could even finish his last sentence, is he ok??? I low key love it whenever the adhd energy becomes So visible (his feet!! how is he so jittery, like, can he keep still???) but he jumped, the difference to Max looking so comfy on that couch is sending me lmao. Can he go check on him tho

- Also, the giggling again!!!! You're supposed to be enemies be serious wth

HELLO i finally watched the presser so here we go i love u anon for this rundown

max was like ain't no way i'm lettin this get to my head with king-of-winning-races next to me c'mon now. he was smiley and smirkey he said that to make lewis smile i'm sure of it !!! so gay

please same ;-; whenever they're first name basis i'm like yes girls go get that. especially for lewis. like, max evolved from this guy this dude to max like oh my god what an honor. i can imagine young max absolutely jerking off to lewis calling him by his name for the first time. i mean, i know i would

YES THEY DO THAT SO OFTEN !! they collaborate thru those pressers for real. they're sooo ready to work together n talk thru it. i love it.i think they just like talking to each other. but i also think it's incredibly cute and yes THEY'RE SOOOO WELL ALIGNED like they are There together and they work so well. i imagine that's what sharing 35 podiums does to you (and probably some dinners too). and it is sooo casual and easy like !!!!!!!!!! sedate me with this.

lewis booked it outta there. tom clarkson, who does the press conferences (crofty's a sky commentator), barely said that's all and lewis was already in his cab home fr fr. makes me wonder even more what he was doing on his phone the whole time like whooo youuu textiiiiinnn????? and yess the adhd was ragiiiin. he was yawning humming jittering the entire way through i loved watching it too. max was zen himself like buddha had nothing on him and lewis was Ready to Leave. i hope max caught him on his way to the hospitality and wrapped a gentle arm around his shoulders and made a bad joke that gets lewis' eyes all crinkly to calm him down.

and please they are soooo GIGGLY ALWAYS !!! giggly boys to the max. and it's so obviously not nervosity (what i see in lando sometimes) it's just....joy?? just two little dudes having fun with each other. it's tooo fucking cute. everyone be calling them the rivals of the century and they're out there just giggling about tire factories or rookie numbers or whatever they have going on. they're on the same wavelength and no one else is allowed.

#Anonymous #thank u anon i love this it was fun !!#4433 #lewis hamilton #max verstappen #zhalia’s lil’ chit chat #us gp 2023

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karatekels · 2 months

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Mediation - Chapter 7 - TIGmas Day #9

Welcome to the continuation of the transition from "I don't know karatekels, this may be a bit farfetched" to "oh, this is obviously just crack fiction to get two TIG characters to bone the same woman".

And YES, I've accepted that and I hope you all enjoy this very convenient, likely unrealistic plot. Or maybe I'm crazy and you think it works? Let me know!

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Mediation

Chapter 7: Reconciliation

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Cash’s POV:

The uncomfortable silence brought on by your departure stretches on, neither man willing to be the first to break it. Terry’s body is still somewhat turned towards him, but he stubbornly refuses to look Cash in the eye.

Cash, meanwhile, is still reeling from the new information that has come to light in the past hour or so. Learning that Terry’s adamant refusal to hear him out over the years wasn’t because he hated Cash himself, but because the betrayal had shaken him to his core has Cash lamenting the other man’s stubbornness. All this time, Cash thought that Terry had been angry with him, but in reality he was mainly angry with himself, at the changes that the hurt Cash had caused had drawn out of him. Knowing that the younger man had resorted to excessive force – and to the point that cases had been dismissed because of his mishandling of suspects – after years of being a compassionate cop by his side was particularly disturbing. That wasn’t the Terry McCain he’d known, the one close enough to be a brother to him.

And then there was you.

Cash knows that you aren’t in love with him the way you are with Terry. He isn’t overly bothered by it; your relationship was still far too new for either of you to be in love with one another. But to hear from your own pretty mouth that you felt enough for him that you were unable to choose between him and Terry, that you needed them both in your life…

Well, that has him happier than he can remember being since before he went to prison.

Sure, it may have complicated things between the three of you even more than their already twisted dynamic, but for the first time in over half a decade, someone firmly wanted him in their life. Of course, the sex had been amazing, but there were plenty of other avenues he could go down to scratch that particular itch if he had to. Being genuinely cared for, despite all the things he’s done, was far more priceless to him. And you all but insisting that Terry had to make peace with him if he wanted you to remain in his life was just icing on the cake.

“So, is she right?” he asks, in a far better mood and more than willing to break the silence now that he’s had a moment to reflect on everything that today has given him.

“About what?” Terry asks stubbornly, still looking at the floor. Cash’s gaze softens as he looks at the pained expression visible in the younger man’s profile. He had been happy to show the new kid the ropes when he’d first joined the force as a rookie, but they’d connected as friends so quickly that Cash had assumed that the mentor/mentee dynamic had disappeared shortly into their time together as partners. Apparently, the same had not held true for Terry.

“Do you actually hate me, or do you just hate what happened, and how it went against the way you used to see me?” he presses, trying to be gentle. Trying to rile the man up was a viable strategy when he’d thought that Terry was angry, but the depth of his hurt required a different, more delicate approach.

“How many different ways can I say I don’t want to have this discussion?” Terry snaps, turning his body away from Cash. He tries to ease the tension by incorporating the man’s one known weak spot: you. He privately hopes that you won’t be mad at him for it, should you ever find out the specifics of this conversation.

“Look, I could be way off base – you’ve known Y/N much longer than I have – but she seems like the type to swallow that key over letting us free before we’ve done what she wants.”

“…No, you aren’t wrong about that,” Terry reluctantly admits after a moment of silence, chuckling to himself. Cash smiles but says nothing; if the past few years had taught him anything, it was the importance and value of patience.

“So, she knows what you want to tell me, huh?” Terry finally asks him, looking at him out of the corner of his eye. Cash stays still, not wanting to spook his friend into putting up his walls again.

“Yeah, she knows,” Cash says quietly, staring at his hands, twirling his ring around his finger. “Had to prove to her that I wasn’t lying about last night when she came in here guns a-blazing.”

“Oh. Oh.” Terry says, and Cash assumes he’s thinking back to last night, judging by the way the man’s dark brows furrow. “So she didn’t know about this until today? That’s probably why she…”

“Jumped into bed with you so willingly? Yeah, probably,” Cash jokes with a snort. Hoping that the other man isn’t too offended by his cavalier reference to the night before, he tries to soften the blow. “I shouldn’t have slept with her. It wasn’t right,” he adds with a frown.

He doesn’t regret the decision to have you – you both needed it, at least once – but he does wish it hadn’t caused Terry so much pain, that he hadn’t had to see it with his own eyes.

“When have you ever made a decision based on what was right?” Terry sneers, and Cash sighs, staring over at the other man until he looks him in the eye.

“Do you really discount every good decision I’ve ever made based on one mistake, Terry?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“One mistake? Please. You lied to me for a year. We were partners, we were best friends; I trusted you with my life, Cash, and I had to watch you throw yours away.”

“Do you think I don’t know that?” Cash snarls, standing and turning to look down at Terry. Much like the younger man, he didn’t want anyone’s pity either. “Do you think I don’t know that I fucked up my life for good, that I didn’t screw you over in the process? I know, Terry! I’ve had five years to sit with my regret; some days I can’t think of anything else.”

“So then why did you do it?!” Terry explodes, springing up off the couch and shoving Cash in the chest, nevermind that the cuffs made him follow right after as he stumbles back. “We were good, we were solid, we did the job right! We were on the same page about everything!”

“Look at how you ended up reacting, Terry! I had to keep it from you.”

“But why do it in the first place, Cash?” Terry presses, a clear note of vulnerability and desperation ringing in his voice.

“I needed the money,” he replies, bracing himself to tell the man the reason he’d done all this in the first place. Running his hand through his short grey hair, he idly wonders if it will be enough to make Terry reconsider his attitude towards him.

“And you thought going against everything you’ve ever stood for was worth making a few bucks?” Terry scoffs dismissively, trying to cross his arms across his chest defensively until the cuffs jingle, reminding him of their presence.

“I didn’t have much choice! I didn’t have time!”

“Why?! What wasn’t there time for?!”

“My Ma,” Cash breathes, his eyes closed.

He feels Terry still next to him. He can’t even hear the sound of the man’s breathing, and presumes he’s stopped.

“I’d forgotten when she died,” Terry murmurs apologetically after a moment. “It was a beautiful service.”

“Yeah well, glad you got to see it,” Cash hisses, his heart filled with vitriol as he recalls memories of being denied day parole, both to visit his dying mother and to attend her funeral. Devlin still had enough sway with some of the people working in the prison to ensure his misery, even after his death.

“I’m sorry, Cash.”

There is a prolonged silence as they each take a moment for their grief.

“The doctors told me that there was a new experimental treatment for her type of lymphoma, but it was expensive. And it was taking her so fast…” Cash explains through gritted teeth, trying to keep his tears at bay. He hadn’t cried about his mother outside of a therapist’s office before, not once, not even when she’d died.

“You could’ve come to me!”

“And what could you have done, Ter? I wasn’t gonna put that on you.”

“You at least could have told me – I could’ve talked you out of being an idiot.”

“And that’s exactly why I didn’t. Look, I’m not proud of what I did. I regret it like you wouldn’t believe. It lost me my job, kept me from spending the last bit of time I had with Ma, from saying goodbye… it lost me you.”

Terry looks over to Cash’s face at this last confession, his eyes vulnerable and yet untrusting, and Cash forces himself to hold his gaze. Terry had to see that having to keep the truth from him, to lie and steal and go against everything that had brought them together had been torture for him as well.

“When everything went down the way it did… I assumed I had lost you long before,” Terry confesses in a broken voice, sitting down on the couch again and taking Cash with him. “I felt like I didn’t know who you were anymore, and I didn’t know how long that had been the case for.”

“For what it’s worth, I was very careful about what jobs I took on – nothing that would risk innocent civilians getting hurt. I know that doesn’t make it okay, but hopefully you see it as a little less evil.”

“Did… did you know about Devlin? How deep into it he was?” Terry asks, and Cash has no problem telling him the truth. It’s all he’s wanted to do for years, after all.

“I didn’t know much, just that he was willing to give me work in exchange for a cut. I knew he pinned some of his crimes on me to extend my sentence, but I didn’t find out about how deep it went until afterwards.”

“Why didn’t you try to fight those charges? The ones you knew were Devlin?” Terry asks, still frustrated and with his sense of abandonment on full display.

“Mostly because I didn’t think anyone would believe me, and I didn’t have the money for a good enough attorney to prove it.”

“Why else?” Terry presses, picking up on a second reason.

“I didn’t want Devlin or any of the other guys to take it out on you.”

Terry stiffens. “What?”

“He visited me in prison once, in ’93, a month before he was officially announced as the next Chief, to brag and gloat, mostly. Said he had to make sure his reputation stayed squeaky clean, and suggested some ways to make sure I kept my mouth shut.”

“Devlin was planning to kill me? Even before all that shit with DiMarco went down?”

“He was at least willing to threaten me with the possibility. Knowing what I know now, he probably would’ve done it. If you were getting a reputation as a violent cop, it would’ve been easy for him to make it look like a mob hit.”

Terry grimaces, privately processing this new bit of information, and Cash allows him a moment or two. He’s more grateful than ever that he hadn’t pushed Devlin to see whether or not he was bluffing; if he had, Terry would most assuredly be dead – maybe taking you out too.

“I don’t like who I became when you went away,” Terry admits with a frustrated sigh. “I was just so angry that you’d willingly turned against everything we stood for. I took it out on any lowlife fucker I came across, I had no mercy; I didn’t care. I couldn’t take it out on you, so I took it out on anyone I could before they were behind bars along with you.”

“Did you ever come close to giving me the chance to explain? I know you got my letters.”

“No,” Terry says, spitting the word out forcefully. “I couldn’t bring himself to see you behind bars, to see what you truly were, or what I thought you were at the time. Y/N was probably right – I wasn’t scared of facing what you’d done, I was scared of what I’d done.”

“What do you mean?” Cash asks, confused.

“I mean that you accepted that what you did was wrong and moved on. You got rehabilitated, you got therapy, you worked on yourself… I haven’t. I got so caught up in this weird vendetta against crime in this city that I just… I couldn’t bring myself to think about what I was doing, or why. I just got worse. Y/N helped keep me from really crossing a line, but only just.”

“Ah, our little beacon of morality on the path to reconciliation,” Cash says fondly. The weight that’s been lifted off of his shoulders – off of his soul – is immense, and he thinks he sees a similar change in Terry as well. Finally, everything was out in the open between them.

“She jumped at the chance to help me with the scrap metal take down the second I said it might give you reason to hear me out, you know,” he adds, hoping they can perhaps bond over the well-meaning complication that you presented.

“She was talking you up way before that,” Terry corrects him, giving an affectionate smile at the thought. Cash isn’t naïve enough to think that the smile is for him, but he’s hopeful that one day it might be.

“Wait, what?” he asks, having just processed what Terry had said.

“She’s been trying to get me to see reason since the day she met you, maybe even before that.”

“How? Why?”

“It’s just who she is. She sees something hurting someone she cares about and she tries her best to fix it, regardless of what anyone else has to say about it.” They both chuckle, thinking back to their memories with you and your tenacity as you tried to force them to confront their situation.

“Before we get off-topic… are we good?” Cash asks hesitantly. He tries not to get his hopes up; all he had wanted from Terry all this time was for him to listen, and now he had. Forgiveness was a separate matter altogether.

“No.”

The word rings out clearly, and this time the rejection hits Cash full on. But he braces himself, focusing on his breathing until the tightness in his chest abates somewhat. You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink.

“I mean… not yet.”

Cash forces his gaze over to the other man, wanting to confirm the meaning behind Terry’s addendum, and the man is giving him a soft smile.

“I – really?” he asks in disbelief, and Terry barks out a laugh.

“Alright, fine; we’re not good, and never will be,” Terry jokes, and Cash rolls his eyes dramatically.

“Piss off,” Cash snaps with a scowl that doesn’t reach his eyes. Inside, his heart feels like it could be coming back to life. “You just bounce back awfully quick for someone who’s held a grudge for the better part of a decade.”

Terry shrugs nonchalantly in response, the movement tugging at Cash’s wrist. You weren’t due to be back quite yet, but he’s looking forward to getting out of these cuffs.

“Ter, I… thanks,” Cash says sheepishly, uncomfortable with being vulnerable for so long. The two men awkwardly clap each other on the back with their free hands, and an awkward silence resumes once more.

“Y/N is probably going to take every second of the hour we agreed to,” Terry points out off-handedly, though a wicked grin is starting to steal across his face. “That’s not for another twenty minutes. Plenty of time to give her a nice surprise to come back to – as a thank you for all of her meddling. Whaddaya say?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Cash says with enthusiasm. The two immediately set to work, and a warmth blooms through his chest as they work together again for the first time in ages, even just for something as juvenile as a prank.

“Speaking of Y/N… what are we going to do about her?” Terry asks as they continue setting up their prank. Cash sighs, pausing to run his hand through his hair. It wasn’t the ideal solution, but he doesn’t think there is one unless they can find a way to clone you.

“I’ll step aside,” he offers, and he means it sincerely even though it hurts. “She wants both of us in her life or neither of us, and the two of you have had more time to develop a relationship. She cares about you enough to push you to finally hear me out; it’s the least I can do for the two of you.”

“Cash…” Terry says, pausing a moment to keep his resolve. “I was an asshole. I’ve been an asshole for years. You deserve someone that gets you and is willing to fight for you, and… if something was meant to happen between the two of us, it probably would have by now,” he admits reluctantly.

“Ter, you just started tolerating being in the same room as me again less than ten minutes ago. I’m not doing anything that might jeopardize that.”

“It won’t,” Terry insists, but he hesitates at the look Cash gives him. “Even if it does, maybe it’s my turn to sacrifice. You’ve been through enough.”

The two men bicker back and forth as they continue their work, an eye on the clock telling them that you were due back within a few minutes now.

“She might not want either one of us,” Terry muses pensively as they crouch behind the kitchen counter, getting into position. “She’s stubborn, and probably not willing to choose if she’s scared the other one will walk away.”

“I think her killing us both because of this is a more likely option,” Cash retorts with a low chuckle that he immediately cuts off at the sound of a car door slamming shut outside. You have returned.

“So we let her decide who she wants, and the other will accept it?” Cash confirms, whispering now as they listen for your approach.

“I don’t think she’d let it happen any other way,” Terry hisses under his breath, right before you open the front door.

“Am I about to walk into a bloodbath?” you call from down the hall.

Maniacal grins steal across both of their faces.

Reader’s POV:

“How the fuck was I meant to react to this, you idiots?!” you snarl at both men sitting on the couch before you, and you can tell that they’re just barely keeping up their guilty routine, their shoulders shaking as they try not to burst into laughter.

You scowl at both of them, contemplating clunking their heads together.

The house had been ominously silent upon your return, and as soon as you’d rounded the corner, the pizza boxes that you were carrying dropped to the ground (though they thankfully remained closed).

The living room was a wreck.

The sofa and chairs in the living room had been overturned, the blinds were crooked, and various objects had been knocked over. Your heart had sunk down to the aching pit in your stomach – you didn’t see any blood, but there was no sight or sound coming from either man that you could detect. A surge of adrenaline accompanied the panic and dread growing inside you, and you’d screamed out for both men, frantically running deeper into the house to search for them.

Nothing else in the house had been disturbed, so you had sprinted back to the front door to throw your shoes back on to go look for them. How could you have been stupid enough to leave them alone? If either of them was seriously hurt, you’d never forgive yourself!

“Going somewhere?”

You’d frozen halfway through lacing up one boot at the sound of Terry’s voice, a sense of dread threatening to overwhelm you. If he was the one here and talking in Cash’s house, that meant…

“T-Terry?” you had called out in a weak voice, still unable to bring yourself to turn around, afraid of what you would see.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” came his answer in a soft purr, the darkly flirtatious tone startling you enough that you’d turned around to face him, seeing him leaning up against the wall in the hallway leading back to the living room and kitchen. Forcing your body to breathe somewhat regularly, you had tried to give him a closer look. He didn’t seem to show any signs of a struggle on his body, but he seemed far too relaxed, except for his eyes, which were almost feverishly bright as they’d stared over at you.

“Where… where’s Cash?” you asked in a high, squeaky pitch, uncertain if you even wanted the answer. Terry’s devious smile only confirmed your fears.

“Don’t worry, doll. I took care of him.”

You had stumbled back slightly at his words, not able to do more than gasp for breath, and Terry made no move to come after you.

There was a tense silence between the two of you, and you didn’t know what to do with yourself, with Terry, with any of this.

The silence was then broken by a disembodied yet oddly familiar snort.

“You can’t tell me she actually bought that.”

Terry’s shoulders sagged, the vicious expression dropping off of his face.

“Well now we’ll never know,” he’d huffed with a scowl, turning to speak to someone around the corner.

“I – what?” you had babbled, your heart stopping when Cash came into view, unharmed and still cuffed to the wrist that Terry had hidden from your view.

They’d both given you nearly identical amused looks that were quickly wiped off their faces at your screech of absolute fury. You’d charged at them, then, spending the next few minutes cursing them out and trying to swing at them, but they had been frustratingly agile in evading your movements, even joined together as they were.

Men were absolute monsters, you’d decided then, growling at them and shoving them back to the couch which had been returned to its proper state.

It seems that the distraught expression that had stolen across your face as you reflected on the past few minutes is too much for either man, both unable to keep their laughter under wraps any longer, going to pieces until you literally hiss at them, feeling so angry you could spit poison.

“You two are absolutely unbelievable,” you snarl, and both men have the grace to at least look mildly sheepish. “You almost gave me a heart attack! Why would you do something like this?!”

“We thought it would be funny,” Terry mumbles, averting your gaze and reaching his free hand up to nervously scratch the back of his head.

“What’s the big deal? I would’ve thought you’d be happy to see us working together!” Cash adds cheekily, utterly unabashed once more. You shoot him a nasty glare, but it only makes his smile grow.

“I left for one hour to give you the chance to grow the fuck up and actually listen to one another. Did you even bother to do that? Or did you just decide on this temporary truce so you could fuck with me?”

Your hands are on your hips as you sneer down at them, still absolutely furious. You’re vaguely aware that beneath the seemingly bottomless well of anger, you’re relieved to see that neither man is hurt.

“Oh please, the setup only took fifteen minutes,” Cash scoffs, and Terry visibly winces, likely anticipating an explosion from you.

“Cash, shut up,” Terry suggests firmly, though his eyes are locked on yours with a pleading expression. “We talked things out, Y/N, I swear,” he says softly. Something about him seems lighter somehow, you notice distantly, and you know that he’s telling the truth.

“So what, I’m supposed to believe that six years of grudges just disappeared within the span of an hour, and you’re both in cahoots again?” you ask skeptically, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Of course not,” Cash says with a roll of his eyes. “But we came to enough of an understanding to put our differences aside and get our revenge on you for being so damn pushy.”

“Excuse me?” you hiss venomously at the older man, but he merely smiles broadly at you, so you turn your gaze over to Terry. “Is that true, Terry?”

Terry clears his throat nervously, refusing to look at either you or Cash.

“We’re very grateful that you didn’t give up on either of us, Y/N,” he says carefully, clearly wary of setting you off further. “We just thought that this might help us breeze past the awkwardness, lighten the mood, show you that we can be in the same room without killing each other, yeah?”

You narrow your eyes at both men, still suspicious.

“So that’s it then? You’ve done it? Kissed and made up and all that?” you ask sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

Before you can register the movement, both men have tugged you down so that they can plant kisses to your cheeks like they’d rehearsed it a hundred times.

“Now we have!” Cash informs you cheerily, nimbly dodging your slaps and laughing.

“Not me, you morons!” You exclaim, your face heated as your body responds to being sandwiched between both men. If they’re telling the truth and are trying to take steps to repair their friendship, you’re going to have to learn to not blush every time they touch you. Especially touching you together like that; it was enough to nearly make you moan.

“Well we sure as shit aren’t kissing each other,” jokes Terry, helping Cash secure your wrists when you show no sign of stopping your attack. You wrench yourself out of their grip, still flustered as you look at them from across the room, throwing yourself into an armchair with a huff.

“Well I’m glad you two are all chummy again; you’ll have each other at least, because I’m never talking to either of you again,” you snap.

“Not a chance,” Cash says dismissively, immediately calling your bluff. “There’s no way in hell you’ll stay away after putting all this work in.”

“Come back over here,” Terry adds, giving you a pleading expression.

“Why should I?” you grumble, angry that you’re the one on the receiving end of all of this nonsense.

“To take our cuffs off, for one.”

You don’t even blink, retrieving the key from your pocket and throwing it across the room to them. “Done.”

“Don’t be grumpy just because you weren’t part of the plan for once,” Cash says teasingly.

“That is not why I’m grumpy!” you protest, regretting the words as they leave your lips, watching the predatory look spread across the older man’s face. “I’m not grumpy!” you amend, glaring at Cash.

“Sweetheart –” Terry tries to interject, but Cash cuts him off.

“Going to miss your alone time with us?” he goads you, and Terry smacks him in the chest with his newly freed hand.

“Knock it off, Cash,” he warns the older man. “I’m not trading her out for you, so stop pissing her off.”

“You’re no fun,” Cash huffs, looking back at you to give you a wink.

Your brain doesn’t know what to make of any of this. The two of them were acting so… comfortable with one another, even after everything. If you could barely fathom a world in which they managed to make amends and both stay in your life, imagining a world where they were able to joke and flirt with you was an impossibility.

“I – I don’t understand what’s happening here,” you admit rather helplessly, looking from one man to the other.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? For us to all be together?” Cash asks innocently, pointedly ignoring Terry giving him a look out of the corner of his eye.

“Yeah, but I didn’t think that you’d get over things so quickly, joking about… you know,” you trail off, blushing furiously.

“I never said anything to suggest I wouldn’t bring this up at every opportunity,” Cash leers, and Terry chuckles, sending you for another loop.

“I believe I told you this morning I would be talking about it with you regardless of if we went anywhere,” Terry adds, and is this all part of their dumb prank too? Were they trying to drive you insane?

“Yeah but… together? In front of each other?” you challenge. “Terry?” you press the younger man, knowing that he had the deepest feelings of the three of you. He gives you a gentle smile in response.

“You’re stuck with both of us, Y/N,” he says simply, as though all of this could have a straightforward solution. “Just like you wanted.”

“And because you’re likely too stubborn or loyal or whatever you want to call it, you won’t want to choose between us,” Cash chimes in with a casual shrug. “At least not right away, which means we both get to bug you about this whenever we want.”

“Or, I could leave right now, and hate you both!” you return cheerfully, but they immediately see through the ruse, and you scowl.

“Sure, sweetheart,” Terry agrees condescendingly. “Whatever you say.”

“So what, you expect me to endure you both being annoying just for the privilege of your presence?”

“Yeah, pretty much!” Cash confirms, clapping his hands together loudly. “Glad we’ve worked all that out." You huff dismissively as they both give you wide, smug smiles.

“I give it two weeks before one of us backs out or maims the others.”

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[The smutty af epilogue will go here - stay tuned!]

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