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chvnnie · 1 year

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dunno bout you but i have a thing or two for seungmin's fingers i'm sorry like they look so slender and beautiful and imagine him ruining you with his fingers only while looking at you in the eyes— let me stop here before i combust

i know you sent this a while ago but it’s monday my brain can’t keep up with this—

SMUT — MINORS DNI

It’s just a little habit of his. Hard to break, hard to even recognize unless it’s pointed out. Seungmin’s fingers just seem to move on their own when you’re seated next to him, softly stroking your inner thigh. Sometimes he draws shapes, sometimes it’s just lines. Up and down, up and down. It’s almost soothing.

For him, that is. Sometimes it is for you, but other times it tickles. Then there’s times like tonight, when his cold fingertips are against your warm skin, that it’s doing nothing but building a frustration in your core.

His other hand is holding his chin. Perched on the table, blankly staring at his friend under the guise of listening. He’s checked out a long time ago, distracting himself by touching you.

Perhaps it’s your fault for wearing this dress. It was a little short, but you didn’t think much of it. It’s not like this is a fancy restaurant; a cocktail dress is perfectly in tune with the dark vibes of the ocean side restaurant.

“Oh, Seungmin.” His friend speaks, sparking a light in your boyfriend’s eyes. “Did you hear about—“

Up and down, up and down. Seemingly getting higher as well. Does he notice? Seungmin is tuned back into the conversation, it’s very likely that he has no idea.

His knuckles brush against the opposite thigh, the cold metal of his rings making you shiver. That’s when you catch it; the playful smile that’s tugging on his lips. Then it happens again, confirming your suspicions.

Seungmin knows exactly what he’s doing, and it’s silly of you to assume that he doesn’t.

The restaurant is starting to feel too stuffy. Heat creeping from your belly and making beads of sweat pearl on the back of your neck. No. Nope. Can’t do this anymore.

“I’m going to get some air.” You mumble before standing up, taking your boyfriend’s jacket off the back of your chair in favor of covering your shoulders. It’s the first time Seungmin had looked at you since he started teasing you, and you feel almost nauseous at the look he’s giving you.

It’s only in his eyes, but it’s far more than enough to make your body start to sway. Feral, darker than the sea just outside the large window that spans the restaurant. It’s like the moon is shining in his dark ocean, giving it a little sparkle of mischief.

“Are you alright, darling?”

He’s so frustrating. You’re so frustrated.

“Just a little warm. I won’t be long.”

You don’t give him another chance before you step away from the table, heading towards the door in the corner of the restaurant. The one that leads to a balcony.

The wooden planks creak slightly as you step onto them. It’s too cold to seat customers outside, giving you the privacy you need. At the railing, you groan loudly, head hanging as you try to catch your breath.

This is ridiculous. Should a little touch get you this riled up? You almost want to slap yourself. Get it together. That was nothing, stop acting like it’s something serious.

Waves crash against the beams beneath you. The sound lulling you, easing the pressure that built its way up to your throat. A few more minutes, you tell yourself as the breeze hits your face. Cool, misty. Just what you needed to ground yourself.

When the patio door opens, you decide it’s time to return to the table. It’s been long enough.

All you can do is turn around before familiar hands grip the railing on either side of you. And it doesn’t matter how cold it is, how freezing the breeze is.

When Seungmin is in front of you, looking at you like that, you have no choice but to melt.

“Just wanted to check on you.” He lifts a hand, softly stroking your face with his knuckles. The rings catch the moonlight, sparkling like the heat rapidly climbing up your body yet again. “You were in a rush.”

You pull his jacket tighter around you, trying to avoid his gaze. “It was stuffy in there.”

“You think? The restaurant is almost empty.” He’s getting closer, bodies hardly separated. Just enough space for the cool breeze to squeak by. When he notices you’re not looking his way, his hand flips. Cups your cheek, brings you back to him. “Don’t be shy, baby. It’s just me.”

It’s the cold that’s making your lip tremble. That’s it. Not the overwhelming need for those pretty fingers to be elsewhere.

“Why are you doing this?” You whisper, the sound almost lost to the crashing of the waves.

Seungmin smiles at you, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your lips. His nose nudges your opposite cheek, other hand now tracing up the outside of your thigh.

“Because I can.”

Some fingers tease your inner thigh, the others stroke your jaw. Push hair behind your ear, draw over the outline of your lips. He doesn’t look away from you once, committing your body to his touch until the fingerprints have burned away and all that’s left is you.

He doesn’t blink, not even as the fingers tucked between your legs reach your clothed core. Pushing the lacy material to the side, the move with ease over you. Collecting slick until he’s satisfied with how it clings them.

“Keep your eyes on me.” He whispers lowly, lining his fingers with your entrance. “Don’t make me stop.”

There isn’t time for a response before he pushes in, almost expressionless as your lips part. Slowly, he goes deeper. Scissoring as he goes, stretching you out to make enough space for a third finger to join the duo.

It’s not an easy fit. You fill full from his fingers alone, head starting to roll as you brokenly cry into the night.

As easily as he gave it to you, it’s taken away. Hand on your face slipping to the back of your head, adjusting it so you’re looking at him once again.

“What did I tell you?” Seungmin looks almost scary in the moonlight, voice a low mumble that’s more chilling than the ocean air. “Eyes. On. Me.”

You whimper, both hands wrapping around the wrist in between your legs. Trying to pull it forward.

“I’ll be g-good.” You earnestly promise, the tears beginning to build. “Just touch me, Minnie.”

He doesn’t touch your cunt again. No, instead he brings his slick covered fingers up. Pushing all three inside your mouth.

“Lick. Clean them.”

Did he really have to ask? Your tongue was already moving around the digits, lapping eagerly at the skin. The rings. Making sure to get every last drop of you off of him.

Seungmin chuckles lowly. “You know, if you would have stayed seated just a little longer,” without warning, his fingers push back, hitting your throat. He smiles when you start to choke, knees buckling at the desperation shoots through your body. “I was going to play with your cunt there. Maybe take you to the bathroom to fill you up.”

Out of your mouth. Untangled from your hair. The hands you’ve been craving all evening rudely taken from you before you could fully enjoy them. When you reach for him, he steps back. Adjusting his tie before giving you a twisted smile.

“What a shame. Impatient little girls never get what they want.”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #kim seungmin smut #seungmin smut #skz drabbles #chvnnie thots

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desires-of-chain · 5 months

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Hiya! Saw requests were open- how would the chain (or at least Twilight, Sky, Wild and Four) react to reader entering sub space?

Ouuu, I like this thought 😏 Reader is GN (No specifics) Characters: Twilight, Sky, Wild, and Four WARNING: 18+ CONTENT MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Twilight

~ The first time he got you in that headspace, mfker was worried but slightly SMUG. He heard of it, but the fact he got you in it...ngl, he's tootin his own horn.

~ The sight of your bleary eyes with small tears at the edge of the waterline, staring up at him with a delirious smile. Bringing him closer to your face while rolling your hips up into him, moaning unashamed as his cockhead nudge against that sweet spot.

~ "More," you breathed. Gasping when he pinched your nips, licked your neck and suckled a pretty bruise onto the skin. Slapping your sex lightly to making you cock drunk.

~ Even if you sob for more, he knows the limits and refuse to go any further as you are on the brink of sleep. He takes such good care of you, pressing kisses against your cheeks, forehead and lips.

~ Telling you how good you were for him while wiping you down with a wash cloth. He slowly brings you out of the space and cuddles you close.

Sky

~ He was hella worried when you didn't respond to him. AT. ALL. Never heard of sub space tbh, while yeah, he heard some things here and there, but he blocked it out for the sake of his being.

~ Even when he tried to pull away to see if everything was alright with you, he struggled. You kept him close to your body, pulling his cock closer to you which made him whine in response.

~ He's shaking and shivering in overstimulation, moaning so sweetly for you that it made your mind go deeper into that space. It doesn't help that he's also going into that head space too. The want, the urge and the feral need to fuck you so good into the bed.

~Even after you cum, he's still going. He's still mindlessly fucking you whether fast or slow, his cock is so thick and fills you so good. Shared kisses that are deep to where spit and saliva is everywhere.

~ There may or may not be an off chance that you both end up falling asleep after a mind-shattering orgasm shared between you two. It's almost the next day when y'all finally woke up.

Four

~ Oh, he's SMUG smug. Look, he hears talk about sex around the blacksmith shop. All. the. DAMN. TIME. It's good tea to listen to while he's working.

~ He coos at how cute you look so cock drunk off him, greedily wanting his cum so bad after he just spilled a load across your face. He calls you a slut and spanks your ass while pushing you face down.

~ He's so rough, if you want him rough. He spits into your mouth and makes you swallow it then smearing his cum across your lips. Four really gets into it though he do know his and yours limits, do not worry.

~ If you want him to be soft, he can be. He'll praise you while fondling your sex or fingering your hole. He'll dirty talk, he'll kiss your skin, bite, mark, whatever you want. Four will do it with pleasure.

~ When it is time to tap you out of it after he deem enough was enough, he'll ask you questions. Talk to you so you can gain your surroundings while wiping you down or making you drink some water.

Wild

~ I know most people would say he be smug, but I'm gon go ahead and say he's shock. He's shock that he's able to get you into that space at all. He heard stories from over passing travelers that they had gotten their s/o's or a one night stand they had, into that sub-space before.

~ Imagine him blinking in surprise before smiling shyly and doubling his efforts to keep you there since you were moaning so prettily for him. His ears are definitely flapping without a thought and he may or may not slip into that space, cause fuck, the sounds.

~ The sounds of your messy hole made him burn from his shoulders to his stomach. That coil was tightening ever so tight he almost ends up blacking out after he cums.

~ He just couldn't stop. His body and yours were slaves to the desire that ran through your veins.

~ You both will prolly end up tuckering each other out and fall asleep. Wild holds you close throughout the night and definitely spoil you with a good breakfast and cuddles in the morning.

#.bea's sinful writing #smut #link x reader #link x reader smut #loz link x reader #loz x reader #loz smut #loz x reader smut #cw: breeding

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ickadori · 27 days

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I CANTTT literally obsessed with your Yuji first but I've read them all three times now and it is NOT enough 🙏

I cannot understand why, but like- HEAR ME OUT- I have just been thinking about like..

So.. basically reader is about to start her period, and she knows this bc she is like FERAL ovulation be hitting her like a BUS.

Now, she is dating Yuji (bc yes) and it's like every little thing just turns heron so much it's CRAZY. So like,one night, Yuji and her are in the readers dorm watching a movie, and it's all fine, just some cute cuddling and stuff.. but he starts pulling her closer, rubbing her back, rubbing her thighs.. maybe her arms too?👀... And she just CANNOT control herself, trying to hide the fact her thighs are clenching and slightly rubbing against eachother, the way she is biting her lip slightly, and the fact she feels soo sensitive.

The problem is tho, they still haven't gotten to the base, yk? Like, yeah they have kissed, had whole makeout sessions, the usual.. but she never wanted to have sex bc she never really found the right time, Plus shes a virgin (👀‼️) so shes embarrassedto even reveal it, and like- sukuna possesses him, so it's like he's there too.. so it's just kind of a weird situation..

ANYWAY! So, the SECOND the movie ends, the reader is basically pushing yuji out of her dorm, trying to be discrete that she's rushing him, but it's kind of obvious. Now, Yuji is super confused, because he usually stays the night, especially when they have movie nights, and he's asking her what's wrong, what's going on, etc. And she just tells Yuji she feels sick (wrong answer).

So now Yuji INSISTS he stays, so he can take care of her, so he starts grabbing reader and guiding her to her bed, trying to check if she has a tempature, and asking if she needs anything, not knowing that EVERY single touch is literally making the reader so fucking sensitive fr.

Reader tries to make other excuses to get him to leave, bc she needs to "take care of herself" (yk).. but he is NOT having it. So eventually she's like, 'alright,' and tells him what's really going on.

"Yuji, listen, I really want you to stay but.. I'm just..I'm about to get my period, so I'm ovulating right now.. and I'm like super horny, but I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

And at first Yuji is like shocked and flustered, cuz it caught him totally off guard. But hes honestly is turned on bc what reader didn't know is that Yuji was actually super touchy bc he WAS making a move on her, trying to be subtle bc he didn't want to make her uncomfy, especially since it could be her first time if it went right.. (and it did alright🙈)

So now yuji is like..'well, you could have told me, I could help you'

And with that the reader is like using her last piece of sanity to not just jump on him fr, but at the same time, she is super flustered and kinda hesitant..!!!!

So she's kinda just standing there now, all flustered.. but the silence makes yuji think he said something wrong, so now he's like 'I mean- only if you want, we don't have to- I didn't want to make you uncomfy."

And OBVIOUSLY reader wants him, so she just kisses him bc she can't say anything cuz she's so nervous..

Now yuji is pushing her back slowly, pushing her onto the bed, and.. basically..

He starts to slowly take her shirt off, then reaching to take her bra off left, but he stops... looking at her as if silently asking if she sure, and she is hesitant, but she nods. Once he takes her bra off, he quickly takes his shirt off, so she doesn't feel uncomfy (hear me out idk hoe to explain it) so the he just starts to slowly kiss down her body till he reaches the hem of her sweats.. he takes them off, then her panties.. he puts her legs over his shoulder carefully, and looks up to her from between her legs, like asking once more if she is one thousand percent sure, and he gets his answer when her plush thighs close slightly around his head..

So he starts to eat her out in the most loving way fr 😋

Then it follows with some super cute and loving sex that turns a Teeny bit rough lol (i can't help myself) and some aftercare after!!

It's just some random scenario I thought of that NEEDS to leave my brain (and sorry for rushing the ending, just realized how long this is) ANYWAY, I cannot stop thinking abt this (ovulating, if u can't tell 😔)

SORRY FOR TYPOS AND I LOVEEE UR FICS!

oh how i miss yuji </3 i think sex w/him always gets a teeny bit rough at the end bc he just can’t help himself — it’s you. he’s touching you, holding you, kissing you, feeling your wet heat wrap around him and squeeze and drip and how could he not sink his fingers into your soft skin and grope and squeeze? bury his face in the crook of your neck and bite down to keep from moaning loud enough for the dead to hear because you feel too good? batter his hips into yours until you’re squealing and making a pretty mess on his cock?

yeah .. yuji always gets a teeny bit rough during sex.

#++ asks #i haven’t written anything smut related in ..#eons #hey guys i’m not dead </3 #ALSO HI IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY FICS TY😭

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cartoon-lovers-world · 2 months

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Thanks for @blorbopostingtime for this idea!

FERAL BRANCH!

LET OUR BOY UNLEASH HIS INNER MONSTERS!

Anyway, I suck at writing angst so you can TOTALLY feel free to add or say anything about this. I accept and appreciate criticism

Enjoyyy!

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"Well, an apology isn't going to fix everything…" Branch muttered, taking a step back.

"We know, but-"

"But what?" the youngest stammered, anger slowly replacing his initial fear. "But what?!"

"Branch, calm down-"

"Calm down? Calm down?!" he yelled, not caring if it was Floyd he had interrupted this time. "Do you even have any idea what I've been through?!"

Clay took a deep breath, trying to speak in a gentler tone than his brothers, if that was even possible. "We know we messed up, but we're here now, and we want to make things better."

Branch scoffed. "Now? Now when what? Now when I've managed to battle my own demons? Now when I've found happiness? When I've moved on from Grandma's death? Where were you during all that?"

They froze, racking their brains for a logical justification.

But there was none.

Seeing no response, he went on. "Where were you when I was having a panic attack every single day, blaming myself for Grandma's death?! Where were you, when I was living alone in the wilderness, huh?!" He stomped his foot in frustration, his hands unknowingly clenching and unclenching in fists. "Do you even know what it feels like to be rejected by your OWN people, just because you're different, because you're sad?! Instead of them actually helping you?!"

Poppy hesitated, tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to move towards her boyfriend, to hug him, to comfort him, but something inside her screamed at her to stop. He needed this moment to let it out, and they needed to hear it.

He glared at them with tears in his eyes, feeling a surge of resentment and betrayal. "You abandoned me! You left me alone and I was only a freaking five-year old baby! And now you come back, acting like nothing happened, like you care about me?!" he shouted.

"Branch, we're sorry, we're so sorry-" Clay said, his voice cracking.

"Sorry? Sorry doesn't cut it!" Branch snapped. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you? How many days have I woke up hoping against hope that you were back?!"

They took a step back, unsure of what to do or say, if there was even something to be said. They messed up, big time.

Floyd's eyes were starting to water, and he managed to mutter, "Branch, we don't want forgiveness, we just want to talk about it-" before his brother stopped him with his sarcastic tone.

"Oh, that's so great, let's talk about why we abandoned our baby brother and never came back, even though we promised, didn't we, Floyd?" he spat. "Was I even on your mind? Because if I was, I'm sure this whole talk wouldn't be happening right now!"

"That's not true, Branch, that's not true!" Floyd protested. "We love you, we've always loved you!"

"Then why did you leave me?" Branch asked, his voice breaking. "Why did you leave me when we could've talked it out? When we could've been a family?!"

They lowered their heads, unable to answer. They had their reasons, but they knew they were not good enough. They had made a mistake, a terrible mistake. And now, it was their turn to handle its consequences.

"Branch, please, listen to us-" Floyd tried again, reaching out his hand.

However, his brother flinched and slapped his hand away, shaking his head. "Don't touch me!"

"Alright, no touching, no touching!" the red-haired troll retreated, holding his hands up. "Just listen to us, please."

"Alright." Branch took a deep breath, letting it out as a frustrated sigh as he pretended to zip his lips. He gave them a sarcastic smile, silently allowing them to stand up for themselves.

Bruce began, seeing no attempt from the others. "We messed up, okay? We know we did. But we love you, we love you so much."

"Yeah, bro, and nothing will change that," John added, his voice shaking slightly as he expected another interruption. But to his surprise, their youngest brother stayed silent.

"We just want a second chance," Floyd chimed, "And we promise, this time, we'll do better."

But Branch had stopped listening long ago. What was the point? He'll trust them, get attached, then bam, they'll leave again. Same old story. Even Floyd, the one who's never broken a promise in his life, broke one promise - his and Branch's promise, and Branch didn't know if he'll ever be able to forget this one.

Everything hurt. His head hurt, his chest tightened, and his limbs were starting to shake. He closed his eyes, trying to pull himself together, but the dull troll was greeted with the room swirling around him in a dizzying manner as soon as he opened his eyes, and his brothers' intertwined voices weren't helping, if anything, they were adding to his headache. He put a hand on his forehead, desperately trying to regain his balance, but the more anyone talked, the more the room swirled. All he wanted was some quiet.

Which was the opposite of what he got when he collapsed to his knees in a heap.

"Branch! Are you okay?"

His girlfriend, as always, he thought, was the first to be by his side, and he felt her hand gently lifting his chin, locking their gazes.

"You okay?"

He nodded, deciding it'd be better if he didn't try to get up in his current state.

"Do you want water, anything?"

He shook his head, and instantly regretted the small gesture as the dizziness that was starting to subside persisted.

"Sure?" He felt her hand squeezing his, as if trying to convey as little reassurance as she could provide at the moment.

He blinked, just now realizing that his brothers were surrounding him, each putting a hand on either his shoulders or back. He took a deep breath, finally managing to his voice, and without thinking, he choked a weak, "Leave…"

"But-"

"Leave!" Branch yelled. He stood up abruptly, and quickly reached out for the nearest piece of furniture to steady himself. Great, now the room was spinning again.

"Branch, you're not okay, at least lie down-"

Branch cut off the pink troll, softer than he did with his brothers as he slurred, "Fine… fine…" His head was pounding, but he didn't care. He turned to the remaining audience with a feeble wave of his hand. "Get out…"

But their bodies wouldn't listen.

"GET OUT!"

They gasped, unconsciously taking steps back but not fully comprehending their youngest brother's words.

Till they hardly dodged the shreds of his wooden table.

"Get out! Leave me alone!"

At this point, Branch was crashing anything that came his way as he paced back and forth, moans and screams escaping his lips and palms pulling at his hair, taking out dark hairs on their way back.

"Leave! Now!" he shouted, not even looking up to face his brothers. "What part of NOW don't you understand?!"

They tried to move, but they couldn't. What happened to the baby of the family?

"Get out of my bunker! Now! Or I'll show you CRAZY!" He screamed, flipping his entire bookshelf and maniacally tearing at his books, a sight that left Clay in a trance-like state.

Poppy was the first one to recover, eyes darting between the shattered furniture and the blood on her boyfriend's hands.

When she said she wanted him to let it out, this was not what she meant, not at all.

Slightly panicking, the Queen took her sister's hand and quickly led her to the elevator, before doing the same with Branch's brothers. Each was holding another one's hand in an attempt to drag him along, though Poppy was already on that mission.

And in a blink, they were gone.

He was alone.

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He was alone.

So why wasn't he calming down? Why was he still screaming?

The bunker, once tidy and organized, was now messy and dusty, debris crumbling down the walls and onto the ground. Why was he doing this? Branch didn't know for sure, all he knew was that his hands were itching.

He wanted to crash something.

He needed to crash something.

He wanted to let it out, but on what, when he's destroyed his own home?

The troll felt a surge of rage as he smashed his belongings. He had spent years building this bunker, treating it like home, like his safe place. But now it felt like a prison. He was alone, just like he had always been, so why did it hurt this time? They didn't really think that after leaving him for over two decades, and then come back, that he would want to join their party with open arms, did they? He didn't need them. He didn't need any of them.

He stormed in and out different rooms through his bunker, looking for something else to break.

But there was nothing. He'd crashed everything.

And that's when he collapsed to the floor, his chest heaving.

#Trolls #Trolls fanfiction #Branch #Poppy #John Dory #Bruce #Clay #Floyd #Brozone #Viva's there too #Feral Branch #FERAL BRANCH #Wow i suck at writing angst #Sorry but i had to write this #Trolls band together

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fbfh · 9 months

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could you write some love sick eddie? i just got some really bad news and i need him rn

yes ofc babes!!!! I love you and Eddie loves you and I hope everything's okay!!!<333

one thing about love sick eddie is that he notices every motherfucking thing about you. he can sense when you're even a little bit off. when he meets up with you to walk you to your car, bounding over to you like aa golden reriever, he immediatley senses that something is wrong. he stops in his tracks, shifting seamlessly from excited and playful to attenive and open and concerned.

"hey hey, what's wrong? you okay?" sure he'd be happy to go all crazy feral on whoever made you upset, really live up to his reptuation as a scary dangerous freak, but right now he's more concerned about you and making sure you're okay. you don't know what it is about eddie, about how sincere he is. it's like there's no bullshit with him, he's so open and sincere and vulnerable all the time, it makes you crack. you can feel you expression change as you're about to cry, and eddie looks at you like you're a little baby bird. he wants moe than anything to hold you, to comfort you and make sure you're okay, but the last thing he would ever do is overstep or make you uncomfortable. but he doesn't have long to worry about that, since you step forward, extending your arms just enough for him to realize you want him to hold you too. he doesn't hesitate, scooping you up tight in his sturdy arms, holding you close against his warm body. you grip onto him tight as you start to cry, shaking against him. his denim vest is softer than you expected it to be, and you can feel the rough stitches of the patches he'd sewn on by hand. he smells like he usually does, vaguely of weed and cigarettes, but there's something a little musky when you're this close to him, something you can only describe as eddie, and it's even more soothing than you could have imagined.

"okay, there we go. it's alright, sweetheart. okay? let it out, I'm not going anywhere." His voice is so soft, you can't help but cry even more. he doesn't tell you to stop crying, doesn't try to pry information out of you, he just holds you. he rubs your back, his big warm palms flat on your back and cradling your head. he's there for you in the most unconditional way. when you start to feel a little better and finally pull away, he looks down at you so tenderly it makes your heart ache. he holds your face, wipes the tears off your cheeks with his thumbs, and looks at you closely to try and determine how you're doing. you notice a few people staring at you behind him, and he follows your gaze.

"okay, let's..." he stays close to you, bringing you over to his van. he helps you into the roomy - only slightly messy - back. you watch him stick his tongue out as he leans over, shoving his keys in and turning on the radio. he turns up the volume enough so anyone passing by won't hear what you're saying. it's a level of thought and consideration that no one has given you before, and it makes you feel even more at ease. you let out a shuddering sigh as he takes your hands, playing with your fingers.

"...you wanna talk about it?"

if you do, he'll listen and cry with you and help you figure out what to do. if you don't, he'll hold you or drive around with you until you start to feel better. either way, eddie, your eddie, is going to be there no matter what.

#drabbles #eddie munson #eddie munson drabbles #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things drabbles #lovesick eddie #loud simp eddie #I LOVE YOU TO PIECES BABES #EVERYTHING IS GONNA BE OKAY!!!!!! /GEN #ILY AND I HOPE YOURE DOING OKAY ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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battydora · 10 months

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—"pushing buttons only takes you so far"

pairing: tsunagu hakamada (best jeanist) , shimori kizatachi (inkope)

content: original post , nsfw , minors dni!! , oc/canon , not canon scenario , office sex , semi-public sex , masturbation (m. receiving) , lots of flirting , teasing , praise , slightly sub!jeanist , barely proof read

wc: +2.3k

"jeanist? what a surprise to see you here" the number four hero speaks in a calm demeanor, welcoming of number three's presence in her agency despite his unexpected visit.

"i apologize for showing up without previous announcement, i thought speaking to you personally would be much more beneficent" best jeanist takes a few steps inside her office as he speaks and fixes his hair like he normally does.

"you're in good time actually, i finished patrolling about twenty minutes ago. so, is there something you needed?" the woman walks pass her desk, taking place infront of it and resting her figure on it, crossing both arms and legs, attentive crimson eyes fixed on the other hero.

"i would love to discuss with you internships' policies, i'm looking forward to propose safety commission more efficient ways to treat with our interns in order to raise them into the heroes of tomorrow" the blonde speaks elegantly, word by word in perfect mannerism, a hand lifts up a paper folder, taking enough steps closer to the fellow hero to handle it for her to take a look at his proposal.

inkope tilts her head, eyelids opening wider as she listens attentively. the idea captivates her lightly being honest, but she would never turn her back on best jeanist if he so wholeheartedly came to her for advice in the first place, which is worth saying shimori found that adorable to begin with.

"alright, let's take a look then" a cheerful demeanor rises in her voice as she takes a look at the folder, reading his main ideas on the project through the pages "can you tell me more about this project of yours?"

"enchanted" and so on he begins to ramble about how he considers the experience with interns can improve in order for them to become better heroes and also establish a better relationship with the professional heroes they're interning with, he didn't indeed fail to mention his most problematic intern, who failed to reform into a more polite and collected example of a hero, which shimori laughs good-naturedly at. she continues listening to him while giving him some feedback inbetween sentences, in order to help him like he requested in the first place.

"honestly, i admire you, jeanist" she sighs after a brief silence "always focused on tomorrow and making sure future generations follow the right path to make justice" shimori's eyes continue to stare into tsunagu's, her gaze never drifting away, less now that he is standing only a few steps from her.

hakamada takes a second to process her statement, which takes as a compliment and nods in agreement.

"indeed, someone must bear up the threads that hold our society to keep it sewn into the embroidery design of peace and justice" he metaphors naturally, again fixing his impossibly more perfect hair, keeping eye contact aswell.

"you must have some weight on your shoulders then" her voice softens, entering into a more casual tone of conversation, which tsunagu adresses and follows.

"well, i can't deny so. but when was hero work easy?" he comments casually, shrugging slightly.

"can't fight that, that's what we signed up for" she agrees with a tired look, shrugging as well as smiling briefly "but you kinda submitted to having a feral and rabid intern, that's on you" tsunagu chuckles lightly at her joke, shaking his head as if that would wash away the headache the young blonde causes in him.

"he's just a teenager, he'll grow out of if" he averts his gaze for a moment, doubting if his statement is 100% certain, indeed showing it really isn't.

"yeah?" she teases, mocking him for finally having a problematic teenager he's having trouble to reform.

"i am certain"

"the look in your eyes doesn't think so" she chuckles, a wide smirk joining when she notices his eyes rolling, however, she can sense he's smiling under his high collar.

"you hold quite a sense of humour, don't you, inkope?" he questions lightheartedly, hand resting on his hip as he looks at her again, that smile of hers captivating him for a short while.

"it runs through the family" she giggles.

"i wonder if that's the only thing that runs through the family" he adds without reasoning, his voice lowering only a bit as if that volume is taunting the ambience. shimori rises a brow, questioning.

"huh? how so?" she asks calmly, no hints of disgust in her question, rather curiosity. hakamada hums in response.

"is charm a familial thing or is it your special trait?" he takes a chance, green-ish eyes trying to read her like she was a coded book, waiting for a reaction or response to his flirting attempt.

kizatachi inevitably squints and smirks, welcoming of the hint.

"you think i'm charming, number three?" arms still crossed across her chest, remaining prevailing and firm as if his words didn't just make her stomach flutter for an instant.

tsunagu smirks under the denim, eyes shutting down and nodding in agreement.

"not only charming, number four" he pauses, opening his eyes to look at her once again before adding:

"if you let me, i also think you're smart, captivating, elegant..." his pupils travel from her head to her toes almost hungrily "...delightful" even his voice deepens, making sure his words are enough to tease kizatachi.

the woman chuckles out a light giggle, slowly falling into temptation but quickly feeling the way he is aiming, her stomach flutters with excitement and euphoria, specially after his way of referring to her: delightful, she might just lose it right now.

"i'm flattered, really" she pauses, thoughtfully thinking to herself only for an instant before adressing him again "if you'd like i can show you how charming i can be"

and as a ticket to your favourite movie, shimori's body language opens in an instant, she uncrosses both her arms and legs, right hand resting on her desk and left hand inviting tsunagu to come closer with her index finger. just like that, tsunagu feels the need to solely comply, he breaks the distance with only a few steps ending up between her legs, staring directly into her eyes as the hand that was calling him a second ago, slides down from his neck to his chest seductively. her gaze analyzes every aspect of him, leaving tsunagu uncertain about her intentions but boy, her touch really does send some shivers through his body.

she spends never ending seconds devouring him with her gaze before both hands finally reach the fabric covering his face and stopping at the small belt, crimson eyes asking for consent through her lashes, which jeanist only nods slightly, allowing procedure.

soon, tsunagu's face is no longer covered and shimori's hands are quick to grip his hips to pull him closer and clash their lips together in a hungry and anxious kiss. however, they're patient and loving the first moments, they take the time to explore eachother's mouths, hands wandering through the other's body as a form of affection. shimori's hands are enthusiast and curious, they travel from his back to his lower hips, squeezing some areas and pulling him impossibly closer. tsunagu in the other "hand", lets his right hand cup the woman's jaw as the other gets its way with her waist.

the kiss escalates rather quickly, turning into a make out session. shimori sucks on tsunagu's mouth like she is stealing all oxygen from him, which is somewhat true, he feels rather breathless by her intense kissing but she doesn't allow any breaks, not now, from which the man lets out soft moans and grunts between kisses, only adding more spice to the atmosphere. he pushes further, pressing shimori against the desk, only leaving room for her arms to wrap his shoulders, kissing him more vividly.

it's only a matter of time they end worked up, shimori can't make her thighs press against her clothed cunt just because tsunagu's inbetween and him, poor thing, can't hide the growing erection inside his pants, specially when shimori keeps pulling him close enough she can already feel it. he needs to pull away from the kiss to breathe, he gasps in surprise at kizatachi biting his lower lip before breaking the kiss, which leaves him even more aroused.

"apologizes, i'm already..." he whispers softly, looking down at the little tent in his pants.

shimori giggles softly and presses a sweet kiss on his wet lips before talking.

"don't apologize, rather, we can do something about it don't you think?" she suggests, making tsunagu laugh briefly in embarassment, cheeks turning pink.

"dear, i don't want to be the one to remind you where we are..." he leans again but doesn't kiss her, lips brush lightly against hers, teasingly.

"and?" she rushes an answer, her hand sliding between both of their crotches, holding his clothed sex and squeezing it with desire "this is my office, and i'm gonna blow away all that stress you carry"

shimori's words and actions are enough to make tsunagu quiver and melt under her touch, how can he refuse? any sense of logic and willpower vanishes when she lays a finger on him. he stares down at her hand toying with his aching cock above his clothes, also struggling at the tightness of the denim surrounding but he can barely spit a word because she presses a sweet peck on his lips and manhandles him into a new position. now tsunagu is facing the desk and the woman stands behind him.

"shimori, we can get caught..." he remains unsure about the situation, his logical self trying to convince his primal that public sex isn't that worthy, which fails, because it is exciting as hell. the female hero in the other hand is handling the situation quite well, she is willing to do this despite the risks. she decides to play with him a little, convincing his logical side in an instant the moment she leans into his ear and whispers a sweet and lewd sentence.

"if you're quiet no one's gonna notice" she giggles devilishly, flustering tsunagu even more and not giving him the chance to regulate his senses because her hands are already getting rid of his belt, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down along his underwear, freeing his aching erection.

he sighs in relief, hands pressing against the desk seeking support, he's already so turned on and needy he can't refuse anything anymore so he complies and shuts his mouth surrendered. a familiar hand wraps around his cock unexpected yet kindly, tsunagu feels shimori's chest press against his back as she starts working on him.

she is sweet and gentle at first, her fingers ringing his dick and sliding up and down all along his length, stealing silent sighs and grunts from the other hero.

"does that feel good?" shimori whispers again on his ear, resting her chin on his shoulder.

"y-yes... but i wouldn't mind if you s-speed up a litt- ah!" he's being cut off by his lover increasing the speed immediately and adding more fingers into the mix, her entire hand jerking him off now.

the woman continues, caressing and gripping his thigh with her free hand. a chocked moan escapes from tsunagu's lips when she starts working on his tip, index finger circling right on that sensitive spot. the man quivers and more sounds fall from his mouth like a waterfall.

"shh, i know darling, i know"

things escalate in matter of minutes and shimori's pace increases considerably, now both hands gripping his cock and thrusting on it rather roughly, leaving all the gentleness and sweet manners behind. tsunagu squirms, body almost spread across the desk if it weren't for his elbows granting him support during the intense ride. his desperate attempts to keep his mouth shut are useless, anyone passing by number four's office could hear something weird going on in there.

the green eyed curses under his breath, pleasure building up on his stomach each passing second, pleas for her to keep going almost turn into incoherent praises and moans.

"you pretty little thing, you can't say number four doesn't treat you right, huh?" she teases, taking a tighter grip on his abused dick, causing tsunagu to twirl his toes, head slamming quite roughly against the desk, thrusting his hips into shimori's tight and pleasurable grip.

"f-fuck!! that's so g-good.. oh god~!" he cries out desperately, causing the woman to smile, pleased with herself in every way possible "s-shit, i'm coming, i'm coming!" and as soon as he warns, he comes undone under shimori's hands along a long cry of pleasure, all his seed being spread on the front side of her desk and the floor.

shimori can't help but giggle, sliding both hands through his length slowly now, working him through his orgasm until he's done, tsunagu's breathing is heavy and irregular, his legs are shaking like jelly, barely being able to stand by himself.

"look at that~" the woman leans and kisses his earlobe, then sliding down to his neck lovingly "turned into a pretty mess just from my touch, would be a shame if i don't sign this art piece" she adds before sucking roughly on his sweaty neck for a few seconds, bruising his skin with a hickey that will last for some weeks.

"you..." he begins, seconds after recovering some air "you really know how to turn me into a blabbering fool. i have no words" he compliments her job with a tired smirk, regaining some composure and standing up straight, sliding his clothes back up after a small while.

shimori pulls away from him with a satisfied grin, reaching a tissue from a drawer to clean her soaked hands as she looks at him "my sidekicks probably know too" she giggles mischievously as tsunagu's expression falls of embarassment, cheeks flushing crimson red.

"you're going to be the ruin for me" he sighs flustered, covering his face out of shame.

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Not that long ago, I made a comment about how I would finish a fic someday, and it looks like someday's already here! This is, granted, a rough first draft, and I did technically already get one of those done this year, but I'm not posting that one. I'm posting this one. For a few different reasons, actually, but mostly it just makes sense.

Anyway, this is a follow-up to Humdrum and Humble. If you've read that, this is Jonah giving Tish her funeral, with an expected/unexpected guest at his side. If you haven't read that one but want to read this one -- two aging time-travelers with a complicated history hold a funeral on a remote planet. That's really all you need to know.

It’s a beautiful landscape, anyway, all pinks and oranges and deep mauve in the distance. He sits and watches the twin suns sink nearer the horizon, the little silver box clasped in his hands, and he listens to the sound of footsteps crunching closer, and he admires the landscape in a distant sort of way, and he tries to think of what he’s going to say when Tel finally gets to him.

As usual with Tel, he needn’t have bothered. “Alright, Yon?” Tel asks, sinking down on the rocky outcrop next to him.

“Alright, Tel.” That was always the good thing about Tel; it was always easy, because Tel always made it easy. Even when they’d first met, when Tel was a sharp, scrawny, feral scrap of a thing. He’d say “Alright?” and Jonah would say “Alright,” and it was just easy, the two of them. Even from the start.

It’s Tel’s turn now to stare out obligingly into the middle distance, so Jonah can study him, clock the changes. He’s not scrawny anymore, nor sharp. He’s not even really that feral. Time’s filled him out, softened his edges. Domesticated him some. Jonah’s been keeping tabs on Tel since they parted ways, but it’s different seeing it in person.

But when Tel turns to give him that little half smile, his green eyes are as lovely as they ever were. “Here,” he says, and holds out a tall green flask. “It’s not tea, but I’ve gotten a bit of a taste for it over the years. And it’s supposed to be restorative, so there you are.”

“Do I really look that bad?” Jonah asks, and Tel scoffs.

“You know damn well you’re still gorgeous,” he says. “You and those cheekbones. Go on, take it. I’ll watch her, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He nods at the silver box in Jonah’s hands and Jonah realizes he hadn’t worried about Tish at all.

Well, and he trusted Tel with his whole family once upon a time. More than his family – his people. A whole community in Tel’s hands, and he managed it brilliantly. He can handle what’s left of Tish.

And if that’s not really what Jonah’s handing over… Well.

He trades the little silver box for the tall green flask, unscrews the lid of it, and takes a swallow.

It’s slightly warm, but not very. That thin taste of synthetic milk, barely a step above water. Toasted rice, because they put it in everything on the ship. A little sweet, but not very much. A hint of some kind of spice, but not enough to put a name on it. The taste of deep space, of endless dark, of months to go before the next station.

His mother’s voice, singing soft in their bunkroom. His grandfather pulling a brush through his grandmother’s hair. His grandmother pulling the covers up over him. Family, even in the worst of times. Home.

He blinks away a few stray tears and takes another, more cautious, sip.

“Good?” Tel asks, like he hadn’t noticed a thing.

Jonah clears his throat. “Yeah,” he says, a little hoarse yet. “Yeah. It’s good.”

Tel nods. “Wife says I make it better than she does,” he says, a little proud. “Caused her some annoyance at first. Of course, now she appreciates the convenience. Warm milk whenever she needs it, and always to her liking. Sometimes I think that’s her favorite thing about me.”

Jonah doubts that, but that’s also not his most pressing concern right now. “Who’d you marry, then?” he asks.

“Oh, Lehyla,” Tel says. “Lehyla Osis, if you remember her. She remembers you, a bit. I didn’t, you know, marry any of your cousins, if that’s what you’re worried about. Nothing against your cousins, understand, but.”

He remembers Lehyla, a little. Not terribly much. For as small as the ship was, it feels he ought to have known her better. But then no one knew him that much, either. “Might be a bit weird, is all.”

“No, exactly,” Tel says. “And then, obviously, I didn’t fall in love with one of your cousins, either. But I dealt with Lehyla quite a bit, you know, when we were getting your people settled, and she was brilliant, and just –” He turns his attention back to the landscape. Fidgets a bit. “And it was a bit awkward, but it was worth it. And has been ever since.”

It could be the reddish glow of the lowering suns, but Jonah would swear Tel is blushing. “And she taught you to make proper warm milk.”

“No, her aunt did,” Tel says, and laughs. “Which was the worst bit, really, because we both learned from the same woman, so you’d think it’d be the same. But she oversugars hers. Not much, but enough to change the taste.”

“Easy enough to do, I guess,” Jonah says. Which it would be, now. With sugar just a transport ship away, enough to go around for everyone. Easy to use too much, when you have enough.

“Apparently some of the younger folks are putting honey in theirs now,” Tel continues. “Seeing as we have so much of it. Supposed to be better for you, but it’s not the same. Next you know, they’ll be putting real milk in.”

Jonah pulls a face at that. “It’s too rich, though. Bad for your stomach.”

“No, I agree,” Tel says. “But we’ve got goats and some cattle now, and if you’ve got a dairy cow and you keep bees – It’s what happens, planetside. A hundred years from now, it’ll all be different.” He pauses for a moment, goes back to staring into that middle distance. “If it holds safe, of course. If it holds peaceful.”

Jonah considers it. Then, because he already knows the answer, he goes ahead and asks the question. “Do you want to know? Where they are, in a hundred years?”

Tel laughs, a short sharp bark. “No,” he says, immediately. “No. Not on your life. Some things – Some things I think you have to let happen without you. And if I knew, even if it was good, and not bad. I just don’t think I’d ever be able to let go, you know?”

“Yeah,” Jonah says, and takes another drink of his warm milk. “Yeah. I know.”

They’re quiet for a long time. The twin red suns sink further into the horizon. The distant cliffs catch fire. No wonder even Tish was captured by this place. It really is something else again.

“The thing is,” Tel says, finally. “I sort of thought I’d be here to talk you into giving it up, you know? But you’ve made your mind up, pretty much.”

Pretty much. “It’s been a year,” Jonah says, acutely aware of how strange that is. “More than, actually. I have a house. I have a garden, and I have my basement set up so I can grow tomatoes all year, because the winters are cold there. Where I live. I… I know where I like to go running when the weather is fine. I know where I like to go running when the weather is miserable and I need to be as close to home as possible so I can dry off quick. I go to synagogue sometimes. People recognize me there. The girl… When I go to get a cup of coffee, one of the girls that works there, if she sees me, she starts making my drink before I’ve even reached the counter. It’s exactly what I hoped having a home would look like. It’s more than that, actually.

“And I’m still at pretty much,” he finishes. “I’m still… I shouldn’t still need to be deciding this. Should I? I mean – Look, as awful as it is to admit it, this whole thing with Tish –” He gestures at the little silver box in Tel’s big hands. “It really was the first time all year I felt remotely like I knew what I was doing. You know, it felt right. And then everything else just… It’s been a whole year, Tel.”

Tel looks at him with the kindest eyes, and he looks at him like Jonah is the biggest idiot he’s ever met. “You were a Time Agent for nearly forty years, Yon,” he says. “Forty years! Of course being a civilian is hard compared to that. You’re barely started at it. Also, please don’t tell me that this –” He holds up the silver box, shakes it slightly – “Is the first time someone’s tried to kill you this whole year. The whole year?”

“I –” All Jonah can think of to defend himself is, “It wasn’t on purpose!” Which feels a little weak, if he’s being honest. “No, I had – It’s not on a space-time rift exactly, but it’s definitely something of an interdimensional weak spot, you know.”

“A soft place,” Tel suggests.

“Exactly. And they have a team there that takes care of the worst of it, but they’re short-handed, of course, like you always are –”

“No, exactly.”

“And I’ve worked with them a few times and got on all right, you know, it was friendly, and I thought – I did think about that, that I’d need to keep some kind of a hand in so I didn’t go mad with boredom or anything. Just –” He breaks away from looking at Tel then, stares out at the red and purple landscape, tries to put the feeling into words.

“You know, it was always a bit different for me,” he says. “What I did with the Time Agency. I wasn’t ingratiating myself with the locals trying to set up an assassination or anything. I very rarely had a partner, and it always ended badly when they tried giving me one. So it was pretty much just me, all the time. For a long time. I suppose I just didn’t know where to start if there wasn’t a good reason for them to already need me. Then Tish came along and solved that problem for me. Gave me a bunch of others, of course, but.”

They’re quiet together again, for a little while. Tel shifts – when Jonah looks over at him, he sees that the silver box has been moved to Tel’s right hand, that his left hand is outstretched, waiting. So he reaches out, feels Tel’s hand wrap around his, warm and dry.

“I’m sorry,” Tel says, quiet.

Jonah’s eyes sting at the words. When he says, “Not your fault,” it’s only a little choked, though.

“Never said it was,” Tel retorts. “I’m still sorry, Yon. It’s a long time to be that lonely.”

His eyes sting more. He swallows hard. “I was always solitary, though,” he says. “Ask Lehyla if you don’t believe me. It –”

Tel squeezes his hand, and he stops, takes a deep breath. “It was worse, though,” he admits, finally. “Those first few months, to be that close and yet completely incapable of taking that final step. It was… It was bad, yeah. I think worse than it had ever been, actually. Those first few months.”

Tel nods. He rubs his thumb along the back of Jonah’s hand. “Is it getting any better?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Jonah says, because it is. “And no. Obviously, with Tish and all, I did get involved. Didn’t much have a choice about it. And that went well, you know. I work well with their team, which I already knew, and they like having me around, and they’re happy to hear I’m staying. And it’s… It’s been a bit social with them, as well. Drinks a few times. There’s a local tradition they have – the Hallowe’en, they call it. And they put on costumes and go door to door collecting sweets, and I got invited out to that, and it was good. It was different, but good.”

Surrounded by small children, Toby’s kid at his shoulder at each doorway, explaining it so casually. Oh, they don’t have trick or treating where he’s from. I wanted him to see what it was like. And they’d look past Max and Jonah to where Toby stood, and they understood.

Well. I hope you’re enjoying yourself, they’d say, and he’d say

Very much, thank you, and he meant it, more or less. Because Toby was enjoying it, and Max was enjoying it, and that was enough in the moment.

It was after, as always, that the doubt crept in.

“And I don’t – Look, I’m aware of my place in the universe,” he says, turning to Tel, who is still watching him with those ridiculously pretty eyes. “I know for all I’ve done, and as many enemies as I’ve made, I’m not the most dangerous thing anyone in that city has seen or will see. There isn’t anything I bring with me that they won’t already have had to deal with. Even the people at synagogue. Even the girl at the coffee shop. It’s how it is, those places. But no one survives everything, Tel. Not even Tish.”

Tel holds up the little silver box, contemplates it for a moment. “You’re worried this isn’t the first funeral you’ll get to hold for someone you did your damndest to save.”

“I mean, it already isn’t,” Jonah says, and Tel smiles a bit, shakes his head. “If I’m being honest, it’s not even the first time this year.” That kid they’d lost at Pride, burning from the inside out right there on the grass because he took a pill he shouldn’t have and his friends didn’t know what to do after and Torchwood tried to get there in time and they just couldn’t.

Tel’s hand tightens around his again. “I’m so sorry, Yon.”

“I didn’t know that boy very well,” Jonah admits. “He was dying when I got to him. Sontaran Sunlight – his friends gave him water, because they didn’t know. It wasn’t great odds, and I knew it from the start. And again, mostly a stranger to me. But the longer I’m there, the more people I know…” He swallows hard.

“I’m afraid, Tel,” he says, finally. “I’m afraid of what I’ll do the first time it really hurts. I’m afraid –”

“You’re afraid you’ll run,” Tel finishes. “Rather than see it through.”

And that’s the heart of it. He doesn’t want to run. He has, in fact, more to stay for than he’d dared to let himself hope. But the thought that he will –

“You won’t, though,” Tel says, matter-of-factly.

“You think?”Jonah asks.

“I know.” Tel shrugs. “I know because you’re here right now, Yon. Even though it hurts – and I don’t care how many times she tried to kill you, Yon, I know damn well how much you hate it ending here. But you are here, with her, to the very end. Just like you were with that boy, even though you didn’t know him. Just like you always are.”

He has a point. Jonah pushes back anyway, because it’s Tel and he can. “Not always,” he says.

“Fine,” Tel says, without conceding anything. “Just like you always are, except for the times when the Time Agency would be exceptionally interested in your presence at the funeral, particularly if I’d happened to be there at the same time. Considering you were supposed to have killed me, and I was supposed to die, and neither of us were supposed to interfere in the matter of your family or your people as a whole. Is that more accurate, Yon?”

It’s the precision that makes it cut so deep, and it’s the depth of the wound that makes him almost want to laugh it off. “Maybe,” he says, and shakes his head. “Maybe.”

He sighs, stares out into the sunset. “Were they that interested?” he asks. “The Time Agency, I mean. Would they have even –”

“Six agents at your grandfather’s funeral,” Tel says. “At least. That’s the ones my people spotted, anyway. Six at your grandfather’s. Five at your grandmother’s. Two at your mum’s, which is weird, since the Agency no longer existed by then and therefore shouldn’t have been looking for either of us. But there they were, anyway. And again, those are the ones that weren’t smart enough to hide. I imagine there were a few more that were. We did what we had to, Yon. We weren’t hiding from their funerals for fun.”

“Maybe,” is all he can think of to say, even though he knows Tel is right. There’s a reason he’s never visited Tel, never gone to the settlement himself, never seen their homes, their new lives. Never seen his grandfather’s garden. This is the bargain he made to get them off the ship in the first place.

“And I hate to say it,” Tel continues. “But if I were to die before you –”

“Who said you were dying at all?” Jonah responds, instinctively, and Tel actually smiles at that, really smiles so that all the creases in his face show. “I stopped you dying once. I’ll do it again.”

“I’m not planning on it.” The smile lingers a bit longer, starts to fade. “I’ve got grandkids now, you know. I’ve got – I’ve got a great deal to look forward to. I might even get out of politics finally, after four damn decades of trying. But I also know that I’ve been lucky. And I know that luck runs out.” He sighs. “And I know you’ll do what’s best without me needing to tell you, but…”

“But you’ve been taking care of them for too long, and you don’t know how to stop,” Jonah finishes.

Tel just nods; Jonah squeezes his hand.

“So this,” Jonah says, his eyes starting to sting again. The sun is beginning to set. It’s time. “Me and you, right now. Probably too risky to do it again, yeah?”

“Well.” Tel shrugs. “It’s a bit risky, sure. But you know. You and me. We lead risky lives, don’t we?”

“Yeah,” Jonah says, and blinks a tear or two out. “Yeah, suppose we do.”

“I think something like this, maybe,” Tel continues. “Neutral place, not too many prying eyes. Could probably get away with that. Even me visiting yours, maybe. Since there’s rules about interfering too much on early 21st century Earth and all.”

Of course Tel’s known where he was all along. Of course he has. “And there’s not rules about the Chancellor of Aestii IV traveling through time and space whenever he has a fancy to?” he asks, because Tel’s not the only one who can know things.

“Not so many as you’d think, no,” Tel says. Only a little smug about it. “‘Course they haven’t caught me at it yet. I imagine that’ll get changed if they ever do.”

If. Jonah shakes his head. “And I don’t want to know how many times you’ve done this,” he says.�� “Or how exactly you’re doing it in the first place, since I took your vortex manipulator myself.”

“I do a lot of favors for a lot of people,” Tel says. Which half of the question that’s meant to be an answer to goes unsaid. Probably both. “Also, not to rush you or anything, but those suns are beginning to set.”

He lets of Jonah’s hand then, holds out the little silver box. It’s exactly what Jonah came for, but in the moment, he hesitates.

“Out of curiosity,” Tel says, when the moment’s stretched on too long. “Why here, exactly? Why not just keep her on your mantel or something? Find her a pretty place on Earth?”

“No, Tish hated Earth,” Jonah says. “Absolutely despised it. She despised most places, actually. At least according to her. This is the only place she ever had a kind word for. Said the sunset were particularly lovely. Which she wasn’t wrong about.”

They contemplate the colors of the sunset in silence for a few seconds. Then Jonah finally reaches out and takes the silver box from Tel’s hand. He opens it, pulls out the little plastic sack of Tish’s ashes, gives the box back.

He stands, takes a few careful steps towards the cliff’s edge.

“All right, Tish,” he says, finally. “I’ll stop bothering you now. Good luck out there.” And he untwists the plastic bag, opens it, and lets her ashes fall over the side of the mountain. A light breeze comes up, sweeps the dust of her away.

And that’s it. Funny, how fast it ends.

“Well.” Tel’s hand closes around his again, tugs him back from the edge of the mountain. “Suppose we’d better start heading down again before it gets too dark. Old eyes don’t see as well as they once did.”

Tel hates heights. Jonah’d forgotten that, with all the years that came between them. He’s been up here the whole time anyway. “Probably,” he says, and lets himself be pulled back to safer ground. “Here, let me get your thermos.”

He crouches down, picks up the tall green flask and the little silver box under Tel’s watchful gaze. The box he tucks into his trouser pocket; the flask he returns to Tel, who slips it into his shoulder bag. “Tel,” he says, before he loses his nerve. He waits for Tel to look back at him before he says, “Thank you.”

Tel smiles again, that beautiful smile of his. Then he holds a hand out. Jonah takes it.

“So I was thinking,” he says, as they set off back down the mountain. “Since we’re already living dangerously. Drinks, maybe? I do know a few good spots, fairly discreet. Not too much trouble. Most of the time.”

Jonah laughs. “So when I told you that I’d only had one person try to kill me this year,” he says. “Did you take that as a personal challenge, or –”

“I mean, I can think of a few places where we’re more likely to get into a fight, if you’d like,” Tel says, and Jonah laughs again, and knows that at least for tonight, he’ll go anywhere Tel wants.

And what happens tomorrow will happen tomorrow.

#fic #my fic #writing #might or might not put this on ao3 #might give it that polish pass first who knows #might do a little bit with jonah and amilyn after this before i go back to the nightmares in subarchive c #still want to get that one done though #but it's done! i'm posting! hurrah!

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izzy-b-hands · 1 year

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Sweet Blackbonnet nsfw thing. My only excuse is that i was going feral at pics of Rhys yesterday so I'm living thru Ed a bit.

Get it Ed bby.

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He gently rests his head on Stede's thigh. It isn't exactly where he wants to be, but it's in the right neighbourhood.

"Needy today?"

Stede's hand gently runs through his hair, and he nuzzles his face a bit closer to his goal.

"I thought we were relaxing for now," Stede chuckles.

"We are," Ed sighs happily and presses his nose against Stede's inner thigh.

"You seem to have a goal in mind though."

"I might. But I'm feeling lazy at the same time."

"Tragedy," Stede sighs dramatically.

"It truly is."

Stede giggles as he flops over fully onto his lap, directly but gently onto his bulge.

"Edward."

"Yes?" he leaves his reply muffled into Stede, smiling against him when Stede laughs hard enough to shake them both.

"Was this the end goal? It can't possibly have been."

"You want this blowjob or not?"

Stede laughs again, and he takes the opportunity to quickly move the edge of his nightshirt out of the way and mouth over his cotton underclothes covered cock.

The laugh cuts off into a sigh.

He pauses to grin into Stede's lap, wrapping his arms around him as best he can.

"I live here now."

"Oh do you? Even when we go on raids?"

"Yup. It's simple, we put me on something that rolls, and then you walk, and Izzy can help push the cart or whatever-"

"What about sword fighting?!"

"Do you usually sword fight with your cock?" Ed jokes, then pauses. "Well. Actually-"

Stede's fingers thread gently through his hair, and he lets his eyes flutter shut as he mouths again over his cock.

"I should have locked the door," Stede sighs.

"Wait," Ed lifts his head. "We did all that last night, and the door wasn't even locked?

Stede gives him a sheepish chuckle.

"Kinda hot. Besides, you would think they've all learned by n-"

"Oh-" the door creaks open to reveal Lucius peering in. "Busy, got it, I was never here, shall I lock this? I shall."

The door slams shut, the lock clicks from the outside, and they break into giggles.

"Why does that lock from the outside?" Ed asks as he drops his head back down and nuzzles against Stede's half hard cock.

"Oh! In case I, as Captain, go mad with power or something else and the crew needs to lock me away for my own safety!"

"...do you plan to go mad with power?"

"Not right now!"

"Good."

He takes the pause as a chance to mouth over Stede's cock again, fighting off the urge to giggle when Stede presses him down ever so slightly. "Impatient?"

He says it around Stede's cock, and it earns him a shaky moan.

He lifts his head. "Awww. Want more?"

"I think that's obvious I do."

"Yeah, but are you sure?"

"Edward."

"Ooh say it again!"

Stede's head drops back onto the pillow. "I'll say something alright."

"I know you will."

He undoes the tiny buttons on the front flap of Stede's underclothes (seems like overkill, but they are really cute pearl colored buttons) and immediately takes the head of his cock in his mouth.

"Please."

"Mhm?" is all he can manage in reply.

"What?"

"Mhmm!"

"Take my cock out of your mouth; I'm not getting it."

"Mhmmhmmm!"

"Edward."

He pops Stede's cock out of his mouth. "I...I just forgot what I was going to say. Fuck! It was hot too. I think. Can I just get back to-"

"I won't say no to that."

He takes Stede in as far as he can, and lets his mind go blank. It's not quite as soothing as laying on the beach, sucking Stede's cock, and listening to the waves crash on the sand, but it's damn close.

"Ed."

"Mhm?"

"Oh god not again. I'm trying to ask...tap your shoulder or no?"

"nhh."

"Please just say yes or no. As much as I love this and you-"

"Nah," Ed lolls his tongue out and taps the head of Stede's cock on it. "Just come down my throat."

"Oh."

That's sign enough, and he hurriedly takes Stede back down before they accidentally send another nightshirt to the laundry pile.

"Mhmm."

"Use your words," Ed teases and flops back up beside him on the pillows.

"Mhm."

"Yeah?"

Stede pulls him in for a kiss. "We're locked in, sort of."

"Yeah," Ed frowns. "Wait. We can lock the door from either side. What would that do if you went mad with power or whatever and they wanted to lock you in here like you said?"

"Oh," Stede says. "Huh. Hadn't thought of that, actually. They could shove something in front of the door."

He snuggles in as Stede pulls him closer. "What now?"

"Well, we're locked in. Technically. And I don't know that I remember how to work the lock from this side. We'll have to simply lay here and wait and maybe try that thing from last night again-"

"You liked it that much?"

"Why don't I show you how much?"

#text post #long post #blackbonnet

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tuiyla · 2 years

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What about the rest of the New York crew (Rachel + Kurt!) for the character bingo?

For a sec I thought you meant the whole NY gang bit we only acknowledge the trio in this house so good lmao

Rachel

I do think fanon Rachel is slightly better in that, in my version, she's allowed more space to grow but I still really dig canon Rachel. Most of the time.

Kurt

((:

Alright alright LISTEN none of these felt like they quite expressed my Kurt thoughts tbh because I don't have super strong feelings about him either way. But I also do get the hype and do find him an interesting ch, though not someone I'm personally feral for but like just fine nonetheless so the negative boxes didn't feel right. So, yeah.

#i'm sorry i didn't wanna lie on the kurt one okay #oops #anon #character bingo #ask game

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liopleurodean · 1 year

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The Road So Far: Season Three

Well, another season completed, another recap post! Season 3 was full of angst and adventure, and I'm excited to share my thoughts.

One thing I have to say is that I feel like a lot of the conversations between the two brothers were kind of repetitive. At least once every three episodes, they argued about Dean going to Hell, using the same points every time. I'm not entirely sure that they were actually listening to each other.

On that note, I do think we got to see more of how close the two brothers really are. It's easy to be blinded by their arguments and wildly different tastes, but this season threw into light just how much they care about each other despite (and because of) their differences. We also got to see a lot more bonding between them, although it may have been slightly forced because of Dean's time limit. Nonetheless, seeing Dean teach Sam how to care for Baby and watching Sam take more of an initiative on hunts was fun, even if Sam's integrity might be compromised.

I think with Dean going to Hell, the writers really wanted to focus on him more this season (and I am TOTALLY okay with that). My favorite episode was 3x02 The Kids Are Alright, although 5 (Bedtime Stories), 8 (A Very Supernatural Christmas), 11 (Mystery Spot), and 13 (Ghostfacers) were all top contenders. 3x12 (Jus In Bello) gets an honorable mention for the death of Henriksen, a recurring character who really added to the show.

For being the shortest season, 3 really brought a lot to the table. Mystery Spot highlighted just how Dean's impending doom was affecting Sam, but it still managed to be absolutely hilarious. A Very Supernatural Christmas is an iconic episode, and it definitely made me cry (Dean Winchester deserves a hug). In The Kids Are Alright, we got to see more of Dean's softer side. I know Ben isn't his, but I still think they need to redo that DNA test (that kid is doing his level best to imitate Dean, even if he doesn't know it). Unfortunately, I don't think Dean would ever be able to settle down permanently with Lisa (although goodness knows he tries), but his relationship with Ben is heartwarming and it's evident that he would love to be able to have a family, despite his line of work. It's something new to see, given that most of his previous relationships have been one-night stands (barring Cassie).

I've talked a lot about Dean, so let's look at Sam! He's been acting really off this season, although a lot of it is excusable given the circumstances. He's been a bit more... feral, when it comes to hunting, and his moral compass has started to align more with Dean's (that is to say, in the right place, but by dubious methods). Incidentally, Dean seems to have become more righteous, as if the two brothers are swapping places. (I could write so much more about this, but I won't for your sake.) Sam's relationship with other people has also seemed to become more strained. Bobby is becoming more of a mediator between him and Dean, and Sam is now less likely to listen to Bobby's advice (even though by all rights he should be). He also trusts Ruby far too quickly (and I suspect I know why, although I'm not entirely sure of my answer). Overall, Sam has been pretty sketchy, and Dean seems to have taken up the slack of "responsible person."

As far as ranking the seasons, it's hard to choose. I'd put this solidly ahead of season 2, and I think I'd choose it over season 1. Although my favorite episode overall still remains as 1x12, season 3 has more quality content (despite its shorter size).

Next episode we get to meet Castiel for the first time, and I'm excited! Team Free Will is coming together, and the story keeps on chugging. Carry on!

#ashla chick flick moments #supernatural #season 3 #the road so far

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quackiseok · 3 years

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— strawberry kisses

feral boys x gn! reader || headcanon

genre : fluff

warnings : swearing

summary : their reaction to you giving them a kiss on the cheek for the first time!

a/n : hi hi! this is my first fic, i hope you like it 🥺 and i'm so sorry if there's any mistake, i'll try fixing them asap!

song to listen to while reading :

; DREAM

this man right here is VERY careful with you

always asking for consent before any physical contact with you (consent is always the key!)

he was so happy when you said that you were fine with cuddles and hugs with him! be ready for tight back hugs from him 'cause he loves putting his head on the crook of your neck >:)

but kisses... you were a bit shy about it since you were new to this type of relationship and you wanted to learn a bit first,

you told him about wanting to take things slowly and get used to it first, and of course he understands! dream will 100% respect your boundaries

he will wait patiently until you're comfortable enough with him because he loves you so much and he wants you to see him as a safe, comfort place :)

then one day when the two of you were baking cookies for valentines day, dream jokingly asked you to kiss him on the cheek as a thank you for helping you with the cookies

i mean, it's almost valentines anyways. a small, innocent kiss wouldn't hurt right? ö

you just giggled and gently leaned your face closer to his cheek, your fingers softly bringing his chin closer to you

you gently placed a kiss on his cheek, then quickly turning away from him with a wide smile

congratulations, you have successfully broke dream

man would be frozen on the place for a full minute, trying to process what just happened and is this real or not (because if it's not real he'd cry on the floor)

expect him to cling on you and not letting you go for the next few hours, calling you with sweet names like baby, hun, etc. for no reason and just be all lovey dovey with you ♡

he would secretly mark the date on his phone's calendar just for this special day where you kissed him for the first time HHAHSJDKSKD

if you were comfortable, he would offer you a kiss on your cheek to return the favor 🥺

and if you said yes, AAAAAAAA he would be so fucking happy, his serotonin level would just go through the roof like 📈📈

and ofc, he would happily give you a sweet kiss on your cheek! ( ˙ᵕ˙ )♡

; GEORGE

george is definitely very shy with you at first

he's VERY careful around you and treat you with so much care 🥺

( but once the two of you have gotten pretty used to each other, you guys bully each other 24/7 💀💀 (jokingly ofc!) )

at first, you thought george didn't like physical affections like kisses, hugs, etc.

boy you were wrong

this cat boy secretly LOVES physical affections from you, but he just hides it from you! and of couse, you love giving them to him too :)

but you were a little bit shy about kisses, and same goes to him. two shy cuties !!

if he was being honest : he wants to squish your cheeks and shower you with kisses, but he respects your boundaries and will wait until you're ready to take a step further! (( and he's really shy, he would also need time to get the courage to do it :D ))

then one day george has just finished recording for minecraft manhunt and boy, that block game can actually make you tired

the moment he's done with the recording, he immediately rushed to the bed and plop himself next to you

you would ask him things like how did the recording went, etc. and he'll answer you while letting you play with his soft hair 🥺

george was feeling a little playful, so he joked and asked you to give him a kiss on the cheek to recharge his energy

you looked at him with your cheeks slightly reddened. george has been working hard lately anyways, he deserves a gift, right?

you slowly bought your face closer to his cheek and planted a quick kiss on his cheek before looking away then melt into a puddle

georgenotfound who? i only know georgenotworking

his eyes would be widened, face red, and he would just sit there with his palm on the cheek where you planted the kiss on

it's been 3 minutes and his face is still red, huge grin on his face while hugging you tightly

he won't even try to hide the fact that he loves being affectionate with you anymore

it's the first time george has ever been clingy with you and you're living for it tbh 🥺

he'd ask you if you want a kiss too, in such a shy manner like "i can... give you... a kiss too... if you want... 👉👈"

if you say yes ? MMMMMMMMMM the two of you melt into a puddle together <33

he'll give you a quick but sweet kiss on your cheek with his face redder than before (,,．．„ )

; SAPNAP

man seems like he would fight you no matter what size you are

but in reality? sapnap's the sweetest and the clingiest (in a positive way, ofc!) man you've ever been with and you're so into this

he LOVES being affectionate and clingy with you, in fact he does it all the time. it's just how he is with you :)

he also LOVES giving you affection. he doesn't care about who's giving and who's receiving tbh, he just loves being around you in general 👉👈

you love his affection and giving him affection too, of course!! but you were a bit shy since this was your first romantic relationship with someone and kissing was a new thing to you

sapnap would tease you for being so shy around him, endlessly flirting with you just to see you all flustered, because in his eyes? you're so fucking adorable and that's a fact. ♡

despite him being all playful and flirty with you, he respects your boundaries and will 100% wait until you're ready!

of course he wants kiss you right on the spot but he can wait patiently, just for you <3

then one day, he was playfully flirting with you as usual

and he jokingly said "hey y/n, i think i deserve a kiss on the cheek for being cute!" well, you couldn't disagree with what he just said 👀

so you put on a large grin and placed a kiss on his cheek, immediately turning red afterwards

sapnap's the new pogchamp emote now

he would be so surprised and just turn into a ball of absolute joy

he'd immediately scoop you closer to him, hugging you tightly while giggling and just— shower you with lots of love 🥺

and trust me, he won't let go of you unless it's emergency or if you were uncomfortable

but if you were fine with it? this man will hold you like his life depends on it

he would also give you kisses on your cheek / the top of your head if you were comfortable enough :)

and if you did allowed him to kiss you? he'll immediately shower you with kisses and calling you his in between the kisses, like "you're mine, mine, mine" 👉👈

; QUACKITY

alex, he's such a flirty mf 😳

endlessly teasing you and flirting with you just to see you being flustered, just like sapnap

he'd call you with sweet spanish nicknames like mi amor, hermosa, etc. and you find them cute, honestly 🥺

he's really clingy with you (in a good way!) and always hugs you whenever he sees you. it's almost like an instinct to him when he sees you :) but you don't mind since you're living for his warm hugs and cuddles ♡

he LOVES the way you melt under his hugs, and honestly? he wants to cover your whole face with kisses but he knew you were new into dating and want to take things slowly, so he respects your boundaries! :))

one day, he was in a discord call with his friends and they were endlessly teasing him; which leads him to fake crying as a joke and asked you to give him a kiss on the cheek to make him stop crying

man, alex is so fucking adorable and you thought that he deserves a reward for being such a cutie

so you giggled and moved closer to him, slightly bending down to get to his level and placed a kiss on his cheek before turning away with a large grin on your face.

you know that one time karl jokingly leaned in to kiss alex? yeah, he has the exact same expression now

this man would stare blankly at you, his cheeks slightly red but then a few seconds later he's screaming in absolute joy

his friends would be so confused, asking him if he was alright but instead of answering them, he mutes the call and immediately clings his arms around your neck

"mi amor, you should do that more often if you're okay with it ;)"

100% endlessly flirting with you while hugging you tightly, melting you into a puddle ( bonus point if you knew spanish, cause he'd say cheesy pick up lines in spanish for you ;) )

and just like sapnap, he'd shower you with sweet kisses on your face if you were fine with it!

and if you were okay with him kissing you? man... you know that one vine where a kid is crying because of how cute her puppy is? yeah that's alex quackity @ your existence

he'd just be so happy and shower you with kisses, praising you, telling you how adorable you are, and telling you that you're his and he loves you so fucking much 🥺

; KARLJACOBS

karl jacobs is the definition of wholesome itself

he's literally the sweetest human being you've ever met, you can almost taste cotton candies when you're with him

he's really affectionate and loving towards you, always praising you whenever he's hugging you and holding you close to him! and of course, we can't forget the sweet nicknames he have for you. he just loves giving you so much affection, and you're in for it! 🥺

don't forget his playful side too! he would always joke around with you and maybe be flirty when he's feeling extra playful :) he can go from sending you wholesome memes to weird cursed images, no in between

but you were a little bit shy since you were new in this type of relationship. you told karl that you wanted to learn more first before jumping into more romantic gestures, including kisses.

of course this boy would go "okay! :)" and shower you with gestures you're comfortable with instead (hugs, cuddles, etc.) he wants you to feel comfortable around him, so he respects your boundaries! ♡

then one day when the two of you were cuddling on the couch while watching adventure time, karl jokingly asked what if you gave him a kiss on the cheek like marceline did to bubblegum

and you thought karl has been so sweet with you this whole time. you gotta return the favor to him, right?

so you just displayed a shy smile, leaning closer to him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek before you slowly melt in his arms

his eyes widened and he just wants to scream the way puppycat did

he'd immediately bring you closer to his body and mutter out uncountable i love you's, calling you perfect, sweet, etc. just praising you and being all giggly with you. of course he would be so giggly, you just gave him a kiss!!! 🥺👉👈

he would LOVE to return the favor to you, if you're fine with it!

and if you said yes? places such a sweet kiss on your face and just admire you with his starry eyes 🥺

JNNGGHHH SO MUCH SEROTONIN THIS RELATIONSHIP IS JUST 50% WHOLESOME AND 50% WHOLESOME BUT IN RED

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onetimethingsorry2 · 2 years

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Sukuna's Queen

Summary: y/n is a curse vessel like Itadori. Gojo think it'll be interesting to see if y/n's curse knows Sukuna. He does this because it's obvious that y/n's curse is at least as strong as Sukuna. Itadori and y/n agree to it, cause why not? Plot twist is is that y/n and her curse are different from Itadori and Sukuna as in they have a merged consiousness instead of a shared body and mind. y/n and her curse are ONE, This happened as a deal between y/n and the curse so there's less arguments and complications. but Itadori and Gojo think she's just like Itadori and Sukuna. ok~ story starts now~

Y/n sat on a wooden chair with Itadori standing by a wall in a dark room without doors. lit by candles, and the walls covered in seals. The candles cast an eerie orange glow onto y/n's face that made Itadori uncertain, but couldn't quite place why. Sukuna was also strangely calm and went along with what Itadori explained about the "meet up." This only made Itadori more unsure to let Sukuna take over. Y/n noticed and spoke in a calm and soothing tone "it's alright Itadori. If anything happens, you can take over again or Gojo will intervene. You can let Sukuna out." Itadori nodded and closed his eyes, letting Sukuna take over. The signature tattoos and extra pair of eyes appeared as Sukuna came out. "Ah~ it feels so nice to finally be out!" Sukuna exclaims with a stretch that y/n examined closely. Y/n didn't shift into any other form and stayed calmly sitting in the chair staring at Sukuna with a smirk while watching Sukuna intensely. This surprised Gojo and slightly confused him, but he did nothing, wanting to see what happens. After a few seconds of Sukuna examining the surrounding room, all four eyes shot to y/n. "Why do you smell like HER?" he said in a normal tone, but his voice seemed to overflow into the entire room. Y/n's smirk slowly turned even wider until it was almost maniacal, but she still did not shift into a curse. "Why~ Ryoumen Sukuna. I thought you forgot about me. I'm so happy you remember me! However... That is NOT how you address me. I taught you better than that. Would you like to try again My Love?~" y/n said, but somehow her words were overflowing with more power and authority that even Gojo could feel from outside the sealed room. At this point Gojo is ridiculously surprised and extremely confused. "My Love?? What could she possibly mean by that? And why didn't she transform?" Gojo mused to himself, but considered the sealed room still safe to go on and stayed outside the room. Sukuna balked from y/n. "Y/n?? My Queen... My Love... You really kept your promise..." Sukuna said in a quiet voice, as he stepped evenly closer to y/n. Y/n didn't move an inch and said with the maniacal smile still there, "Of course, My Love... I promised I would reincarnate with you, and I ALWAYS keep my oaths. You know that better than anyone." Sukuna smiled a true genuine smile and his slow and measured steps finally reached y/n. Gojo payed even more attention, as not to miss any important information only to be even more surprised to see what Sukuna did next. Sukuna reached for y/n's hand and kissed her palm as he guided her hand down his face. He slowly knelt onto the ground in completely submissive position at y/n's feet. y/n's smile slowly turned from maniacall to satisfied and settled into a small smile. "Still my marvelous King. I have missed you as well, Sukuna." y/n said while moving her hand from Sukuna's to nestle into his hair. Gojo now is even more intrigued and welll....invested in the plot. But y/n has other plans. y/n's eyes shoot to gojo's through the wall and straight into his mind. "why if it isn't gojo satorou~ i believe you have seen enough for now. i would like to have some quality time with my King. WITHOUT you watching and listening." y/n requested into gojo's mind. "what if i refuse?" gojo responded aloud. "you don't get a choice. NO ONE refuses me" Y/n said with a feral growl. Gojo then saw the room holding y/n and sukuna plunge into darkness and couldn't see or hear anything from the room anymore. "oh dear. it seems ive provoked her. Hm.. this barrier is extremely simple but strong... it seems its only so outsiders cant see or hear anything that happens inside and cant go in." Gojo reached out and touched the barrier, only to recieve possibly the strongest zapping in his life. "OW THAT HURT LIKE A ---" gojo yelled. "ok. i guess i'll let them do their thing since they only want me not to interfere. and they arent hurting anyone" Gojo thought.

+++ INSIDE Y/N's DOMAIN+++

"My Queen." Sukuna begged. "What? Is this not enough for you Sukuna?" y/n taunted with her foot on Sukuna's hard on. Sukuna was now wearing his white robe that was now wide open and hanging off his shoulders. "Please... My Queen, i've missed you for sooo long.. I was so patient waiting for you, My love" Sukuna whined, holding onto the wrist of y/n's hand still stroking his hair and scalp. "I've missed you as well My King, but it wasn't me that got a hard on from just being in the other's prescence." y/n said with a smirk and harshly yanked on Sukuna's hair, making him yelp. "you'll come from my foot and my foot only Sukuna. And then maybe if i feel like it ill give you a reward~" y/n whispered into Sukuna's ear, making him shiver and buck his hips onto y/n's foot. "Now My Love... I want you to use my foot and come" y/n breathed onto Sukuna's lips, all the while staring into sukuna's eyes forcing him to stare back. "y-yes My Queen." Sukuna says while y/n smiles his favorite smile that shows shes happy. Slowly, almost too slowly y/n comes even closer to Sukuna and kisses his hungry lips. It becomes a passionate fight for dominance and y/n wins when she strokes sukuna with her foot all the while Sukuna is still sliding his hips up and down. This sudden stroke makes Sukuna moan "AH~ Y/N" y/n uses this chance to delve her tongue into Sukuna's and devour him. Sukuna's a mess at this point and is panting and at his limit. "My Queen i-" Sukuna says, but y/n inturrupts with "i know. youve done wonderfully. come for me Sukuna. My love and my King" Sukuna comes at y/n's words and his chest is covered in white. "so much~ you really missed me.. But we are running a little low on time My Love" y/n says, much to Sukuna's dismay. "shhh... you will get your reward. here." Sukuna watches as he is cleaned up with a snap of y/n's fingers and in his hands is a vial filled with bright red liquid, a rose, and two of y/n's eyes in it (Sukuna's reincarnation objects were his fingers. y/n's is her eyes. there are 10 eyes total for y/n. She's already collected 4. two replaced y/n's human ones and she's giving 2 to Sukuna) "your eyes! why would you give TWO to me? You could just eat them!" Sukuna said in astonishment while staring at the bright orange irises in the vial of blood and rose. "i want you to eat them My King" y/n said with a straight face. "with all ten of my eyes i am still infinitely stronger than you would be with all twenty of your fingers. You lost a lot of cursed energy when you lost your fingers, while i, on the other hand, lost minimal cursed energy. This host has agreed on a full merging. This host has infinite potential to grow even without my eyes, so giving you two of my eyes along with my blood will even things out for both of us as well connect us." y/n explained while stroking Sukuna's face. Sukuna looked down at the vial in his hands and swallowed the contents. Sukuna was suddenly swallowed in curse energy and flashed for a few moments between Itadori and Sukuna. "how interesting... it seems even Itadori knows that what you just injested was something that will make his job of keeping you under control much much harder... but i will make sure he doesn't remember anything." Y/n said as she reached out and touched Sukuna's forehead. Itadori was suddenly brought face to face with y/n in a black void. "wha-" Itadori was inturrupted by y/n grabbing his head and putting a very sharp black fingernail into his head. Itadori then felt his head grow fuzzy and blank.

++++OUT OF DIMENSION++++

Gojo felt an overwhelming amount of cursed energy coming from the room. Gojo spun around and punched the blacked out room and was only met with another zap. After a few minutes of trying to get in, the room suddenly was normal and Gojo ran in. y/n was sitting on the chair just like in the beginning and Itadori was staring down at his hands. "WHAT HAPPENNED?" Gojo yelled. "oh.. when i saw Sukuna, my host suddenly unlocked a deal we had. We are one and I am Sukuna's Wife." y/n said while staring gojo in the eye through his blindfold. "i-i dont remember anything much... i just remember letting sukuna out and then waking up just a minute ago." Itadori said in complete confusion. "AND WHAT YOURE SUKUNAS WIFE???" Itadori screamed in complete shock. "yea y/n is my wife" sukuna said through the small mouth on itadori's cheek. "oh... this is sure to be interesting~" Gojo thought to himself...

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Under the Floorboards Part: X

(C!Technoblade x Reader)

First Part: Pt. I

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Content Warning: Itty Bitty Spice Ahead! Please be wary I will let you know when it stops and starts so you can skip!

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You never thought you would want kids of your own, adopting already children was completely fine but when it came to having your own you weren't too sure. However, you do know what it might be like to have a baby, that is to say, your injured husband was basically an overgrown baby. Ultimately it was your fault, the man kept pulling his stitches trying to do anything, which made both you and Ranboo frustrated as hell. Technoblade just couldn't sit still and it was driving you mad, you'd scold him and much like a child he'd pout and tell you no. After the fourth time pulling the stitches while he was trying to tame a polar bear, you had bound him to the bed. Not physically, of course, but if you saw him out of bed you'd usher him back in with whatever bribes that were needed to convince. Technoblade was understandably not happy with this development, but the brides always seemed to work, if they didn't you'd pull out the big guns. Appealing to the voices always seemed to work without fail, whether it be only referring to them or ignoring him completely they always got him to shut up and sit down. At the end of the third week, he seemed to be so used to your constant attention and nurse-like tenderness that whenever you weren't fully tending to him he had a tantrum. You tried to be patient, especially because it was partially your fault he was injured in the first place, but you couldn't help but get annoyed at his clinginess.

"Techno. Baby, you have to let go of me." His arms were wrapped securely around your waist, you both were sitting on a small cot by the fire. You allowed him to get out of bed sometimes okay, you weren't a monster; so long as he wasn't out fighting monsters and blowing up nations. He let out a deep purr and buried his head in your chest,

"No, I don't think I will," He mused a smirk evident in his voice although you couldn't see his face. You tsked softly, running your fingers through his hair,

"Tech?"

"Hm."

"Let go of me or I will take a pair of scissors to your hair." His hands immediately released their hold on you, he pulled away from your warm body, a pout etched across his features. "Thank you, my love," You kissed his forehead and he relaxed just slightly. "You think you can make it to the kitchen on your own for some lunch?" You gave a tilt to your head and Technoblade smiled softly,

"I'll head there in a few minutes, I wanna try and clean up on my own first, I feel gross." Technoblade sat up with a wince his bandages needed cleaning, he gave his neck a crack to shake away any residual pain. He stood up letting the blankets slide down his body; his hair had been perpetually tied up in a messy bun; his stubble was also slightly overgrown. He needed a makeover desperately, the voices were very much in agreement when he caught a glimpse of himself in a nearby mirror. Steve, the polar bear Techno adopted, grunted as he felt Technoblade move. Technoblade watched you coo at the bear and kissed the top of his fuzzy head, for someone who was so mad he adopted him. You sure acted like the bear was your new best friend, especially considering you let the bear sleep in the bed with the both of you.

"Alright, any lunch requests?"

"Anything you desire," He gently rubbed his chin against your cheek and your nose scrunched up at the feeling.

"You're prickly."

"Good or bad?"

"Well, you're hot with the stubble. So I guess a little beard is a good thing," You scratched under his chin and he purred loudly.

'We are never shaving again are we in agreement on that? Yes, obviously. Anything for her.'

"Now shoo," You ushered him towards the bathroom he slid inside with a dopey smile. He heard you call Steve over to you making sure he was just as fed like any other person in your band of misfits. Once you were officially in the kitchen was when Technoblade got a good look at himself for the first time in weeks. He was right in assuming his facial hair definitely needed at least a trim, his hair probably could use one as well now that he thought about it. He undid the bun and let his hair fall over his shoulders, at this point, it reached his mid-back. It was a bit tangled and didn't feel as soft as it usually did, he was sick of it. Technoblade picked up his trusty bathroom sword and held it in his hands, he turned the sharp blade over in his hands a few times in contemplation. Technoblade moved and placed it on the edge of the sink, he moved his hair to the front of his chest, taking the sword in another hand and slicing through his pink locks. They fluttered to the floor and his eyes drifted back over to the mirror, his hair now came down just below his shoulders. He ran his fingers through his freshly cut hair, ruffling it up just a little, he liked the new look. Technoblade tossed his loose shirt on the floor and gently removed his bandages, he didn't even bother looking at his wound, it was just another scar to add to the hundreds littering his body. However, this one he was okay acquiring, he got it protecting you, the women he loved, from Dream. He smiled softly as the smell of food wafted through the house from downstairs.

He'd never truly get used to your domesticity.

Technoblade's pants were next as he turned on the shower, he slid into the water once it warmed up to the appropriate temperature. He let the water cascade down his face, it stung his fresh wound but it felt good to finally feel clean and fresh. The shower went much faster than usual now that he didn't have all that hair to wash. After the shower he wrapped a towel around his waist, it hung low on his hips as he shook out his wet hair much like a dog. He decided to stick a little braid in his hair just so he could add a little flair, a knock sounded on the door and he met his own eyes in the mirror. The door opened with a soft creak and you were standing in the doorway with a smile. He flushed when you let out a low whistle,

"Didn't mean to disturb you, hot stuff." You winked and he gave you a sharp look to cover up his embarrassment. "What's that for? We literally have seen one another naked like a million times," You snickered your smile turning fond as you drank in his body.

"Hey. My eyes are up here Princess," He mused grabbing your chin to make you look in his eyes. Now it was your turn to flush and he smirked devilishly, "I'm glad you like what you see." You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair playing with the freshly cut ends,

"You cut your hair." You murmured still mesmerized by Technoblade's red eyes, he hummed softly staring at your beautiful features. "It looks amazing, I love it, and I love you," You spoke tenderly hands running down his chest.

"I love you too Princess," Technoblade murmured trying to ignore the roaring voices in the back of his mind. They were pleading with him to kiss her, mark her up and go feral on his wife. He took in a shaky breath and you frowned, "the voices," he let out a deep chuckle, "they love you."

SPICE

"I love them too. So listen to them and kiss me already." You yanked him close using the top of his towel, he made an embarrassing noise when his towel began to slip, he felt like praying when it stayed up by some grace of God. Your lips crashed together and he let out a breathy sigh relaxing into your blistering kiss, his hands landed on your hips and he squeezed them tightly. Technoblade nipped at your mouth, his tusks brushing against your upper lip, and you made a soft sound in the back of your throat when you felt them make contact. It made Techno and the voices preen in delight as he pushed you against the wall of your bathroom, his big hands sliding up the bottom of your shirt. He felt your hands tug at the hair by his scalp and he let out a deep groan,

'Neck. Bite her neck. Leave a mark, leave many! We don't care, do something. Please Technoblade listen to us!'

Technoblade growled under his breath as he attacked your neck, you let your head fall back against the wall. You let out a little sound of your own, and he purred deeply pleased by your reactivity.

'She'd make such a good mother.'

SPICE OVER

Technoblade's eyes snapped open and he pulled away from your neck, you let out a deep whine of protest. You reached out to him, hands falling on the back of his neck, chest heaving deeply. That thought intermixed with the wishes of the voices, you a mother? Him a father? The thought shook him to the very core no matter how much his body liked the thought.

"Bubs...?" You asked drearily, eyes blinking as you came down from your mini-high, "You okay?"

"Fine." Technoblade cleared his throat, his ears red and he refused to meet his wife's eyes, you frowned in concern.

"Too much?"

"Sorry," Technoblade murmured sheepishly and you shook your head, pinching the warrior's cheek.

"Don't apologize for that, I'm a big girl." You laughed softly kissing the tip of his nose, "I wanted to tell you lunch was ready before you rudely interrupted me."

"Eh? Rudely?" He huffed as you moved away from the wall, a teasing grin on your lips, he watched you walk away with a swing of your hips and he groaned in distress. Technoblade gathered himself together and got changed, as he came down the ladder to see you wearing a little apron and had lunch set up on the counter. His heart stopped in his chest, you were just too cute and domestic, "meat and potatoes?" He piped up sniffing the air as he sat down at the table you nodded happily.

"I know it's your favorite. I thought you deserved it after everything," You hummed softly cupping his cheek before sitting down across from him. Technoblade raised a hard eyebrow and clicked his tongue,

"It was nothing, just a flesh wound." Technoblade waved you off digging into his meal, "I meant it when I said I'd kill for you."

"I know you would, and believe me that is so hot. Even so, I'd be lost without you, so I just want to thank you." You bit your lip fiddling with the lace of your apron, "I'll never be able to repay you."

Technoblade put his fork down and huffed, "Stop talking nonsense Princess, got that? You're my wife now you don't need to repay me for anything." You looked at your lap and smiled shyly, "I love you."

"I love you more."

He scoffed with a fond eye roll but didn't argue with you, instead choosing to focus on his meal. Technoblade looked up at you as you finished up your food, with a soft hum he tilted his head to the side, "Princess?"

"What's up bubs?"

"We should do some trading in the Nether, before you say no, it's an easy enough adventure where I won't get hurt. We just wear some gold, and we'll be in and out." He watched your eyebrow twitch, "I will go with or without you. Just so you know." You flicked some potato at him which he scoffed at with an eye roll,

"Fine. We can go, but no fighting anything got that," You pointed a stern finger at him, Technoblade scoffed but agreed nonetheless. You both got adorned in your finest gold and Technoblade couldn't help but grab your neck, tilting your head upwards to swallow your lips with a kiss. You giggled softly as you both walked towards the Nether, his tail was wrapped around your waist as he glared at anything with a pulse. When you wore gold, his piglin protectiveness won over his usual aloof self. He couldn't stop glancing at the gold wedding band on your hand as you entered the portal, the piglin's heads already were paying attention to the newcomers. Techno let out a low growl underneath his breath and at least some of them seemed to get the picture, Techno split his gold bricks with you and the two of you parted. Oddly enough, Technoblade was having difficulty finding anyone to trade with him, they'd huff and tell him to get lost in piglin and that rubbed him the wrong way. He only ended up getting a few pearls and some soul sand, Technoblade moved to find his wife only to see you surrounded by a horde of his brethren. His jaw tensed as he saw you flush as a piglin desperately handed you some netherite, you thanked them softly and their squeals increased happily. They were complimenting you in piglin not that you would understand them, gushing about how pretty you were and how good you looked dripping in gold. Technoblade and the voices weren't amused. His brow furrowed as the voices demanded blood, he tried to march over but he was practically shoved out of the way when they saw him trying to get closer to you. Technoblade snarled at their advancements, his hand twitching at his sword just itching to grab at it and spill their blood, but he couldn't risk hurting you in the process.

Couldn't they smell him all over you? Did they just not care that you were his?

Before the Blade could do anything too rash you picked up your head and locked eyes with him, a beaming smile coming across your features.

"Technoblade!" You called throwing your hand in the air and waving it frantically, "Come here! They're being super kind!" The piglin's all turned their heads to face Technoblade, out of reflex his shifted into his pig form and walked over to you. This time, his brethren cleared a path for him to get through, He pulled you against his chest protectively, he buried his nose in your neck glaring at anyone who dared come close to his wife. Much to Techno's relief they all looked unhappy with the development and walked away from you, to which you pouted at, "You scared them away you big grump."

"Good I don't like them touching what's mine," he spoke calmly which caused you to flush red,

"We were just trading Tech," You spoke shyly motioning to all the valuables you collected. He nodded against your neck about to say something else but he growled deep in his throat instead and tightened his grip on your waist. A baby piglin, with a shining red eye, was holding up a gold ingot towards your person, you cooed fondly. The baby seemed unperturbed by Technoblade's looming appearance and attitude, "Hi baby! Do you want to trade?" The piglin nodded rapidly puffing out their little cheeks, your heart melted in your chest. "Tech let me go," You whined, "I wanna trade with the baby."

"No." He huffed, grumbling in his throat, "Don't want you to." The baby glared at him, stomping his little hoof, holding out the ingot higher. "Get out of here before I punt you, kid," He bared his teeth. The brave kid once more wasn't fazed instead he glared right back at Technoblade making a small snarl of his own. He had his own pair of tusks that were just starting to appear on his bottom lip and you gave a little squeal and Technoblade glared at you, "Don't coo at it!"

"He's so cute though!" You argued, finally squirming out of his hold, you knelt in front of the excited piglin, he handed you the gold ingot excitedly, you examined it carefully. Technoblade huffed at you entertaining the young piglin, you pocketed the gold and handed the piglin a poppy. His single eye widened considerably as he took the flower from your hands, you figured you'd give him something from the overworld. He looked shell shocked as he oinked happily wrapping you in a little hug, "Aw you're so welcome buddy!" You giggled fondly brushing the tufts of fur on his head, you plucked the poppy from his hands and placed it behind his ear. The piglin touched the flower lightly before scurrying down a nearby cobblestone pathway, "Bye little guy!" You called out a sad smile appearing on your face, Technoblade narrowed his eyes. He knew that look, you had the look when you'd look at the other children on the server.

"Don't even think about it."

"Think about what?" You blinked looking up at him, "do you mean- oh Jesus Technoblade I'm not going to kidnap a child."

"Or adopt it! It could be an orphan. We know how I feel about those," He pointed a finger in your direction, you rolled your eyes dramatically.

"Babe we're both orphans-"

"Sorry is that a Ghast? I can't hear you gotta fight it to protect you."

"You piece of shit." You scoffed as Technoblade picked up his bag from his last location and walked off, in the direction of said Ghast. "No fighting Ghasts! You promised!" You chased after him once you came to that realization, "Technoblade!"

Eventually, you caught up with your husband and scolded him for his recklessness, he only snickered at your mother henning. As the both of you stepped back through the portal Technoblade shifted back to his regular form, he took your hand and led you back to your little cabin. Normally Technoblade would use his trident trick to get home, but you were with him and wanted to walk by your side, considering you didn't have a trident...yet. He noticed his mailbox had footprints in front of the box, his brows furrowed, who was in his domain.

"Head inside Princess, I'll join you in a minute." Technoblade kissed your cheek softly, you gave a little nod. As Technoblade walked over to the mailbox and opened it, inside was a deep scarlet letter with a seal on the front. His nose scrunched up in distaste, he grabbed a small knife from his pocket and tore the letter open. The letter inside the envelope was a lighter shade of red, the note was from BadBoyHalo saying he had some business he'd like to discuss with himself and his wife. That immediately didn't sit right with Techno, it set off a ton of red alarms in his head. What did BadBoyHalo need to talk to you about? Technoblade kissed his teeth, he supposed this meeting would be alright so long as he was with you and could protect you and your mind from whatever the demon man was planning. What stirred him out of his thoughts was a slight movement in his bag, his entire body stilled and he slipped his bag off, tossing it into the snow. His bag squealed in distress and he pulled his sword off his body and aimed it at the bag. Technoblade must've been so distracted by you, and the letter in the mailbox, he must've missed the little movements in his bag. He gritted his teeth and snarled deeply, the first thing he noticed was bright pink piglin ears, popping out of his bag, then a bright red poppy. It was the baby piglin who had taken a liking to you earlier, his sword lowered a little bit as his eyes looked up and locked with Technoblades.

It reminded him of how Phil found Technoblade when he was a kid.

His Piglin was a bit rusty, especially his piglin for young kids but he tried his best to communicate with the young boy as he sat upon his knees. He was shivering a little not used to the drastic temperature change.

"What are you doing here kid?" He asked in rough piglin, which to anyone listening would just sound like grunts and squeals. The boy marveled at Techno and that he could speak his language it seemed,

"I want to be with the nice lady."

Technoblade furrowed his brows, a frown etching across his features, "You can't stay here." The kid didn't like that as he glared up at the taller hybrid, "You have a family in the Nether?"

"No." He huffed out with a rapid shake of his head, Technoblade inwardly cursed before picking up the Piglin by the scruff of his neck. He let out a few grunts of protest trying to attack Technoblade's hand as he dragged him into your shared home.

"(Y/n)! Get in here!" He shouted a small clip evident in his voice showing his frustration in his tone. You slid down the ladder in one fell swoop, Steve was by your side growling ferociously at the intruder in Technoblade's hands.

Good to know he could trust Steve to protect you.

"What's wrong? Where's the fire?" You already asked, ready for a fight, Technoblade almost swooned, almost. "Um...bubs is that a child?"

"It's not a child! It's the child!" He held him up higher to show off the poppy in his fur behind his ear, "Look what you did now it's attached to you!"

"Don't be mean!" You scolded your lover taking the kid from his hand, he automatically buried his head in the side of your neck. "Hey, buddy, what's going on huh?"

"He said he didn't have a family. He's attached to you now, therefore making him your problem." He watched you side-eyed him, giving him a very clear dirty look, "He doesn't have a name either." You ran your fingers through the top of the young boy's fur, rolling your lip between your bottom teeth in thought.

"Let's call him Aether." You looked over at Technoblade a teasing smile appearing on your face, "we'll build him a little secret room to keep him safe."

"Aether...Like the god of light and the sky? Isn't that ironic- wait...HEH, what do you mean his own room?" Technoblade blinked rapidly as you slid down the ladder into the basement, "Princess, get back here this conversation is not over!" He chased after you, and with a huff, Steve began to follow the both of you, too curious to just ignore the baby in your arms.

"We can re-purpose Tommy's old room! Fix it up after someone blew it up." You gushed as the piglin squealed in your arms approvingly, "we'll decorate it just how you like it, I'll even paint the walls."

"He's NOT our son (Y/N)-"

"Maybe not our son but he's MY son."

Why did that make Technoblade feel a million times worse? Is this how Phil's wife felt when she was alive when Phil tried to take him in from the Nether.

"I'm not leaving him to fend for himself, especially because he sought us out," You whispered tenderly, "It doesn't sit right with me Tech...please." Technoblade watched you look up at him through big sad eyes, "you don't have to be a parental figure if you don't want to, I won't force that role on you. But I want to take care of Aether, least till he's old enough to officially fend for himself."

Technoblade chose not to correct you that he was already capable of fighting his own battles.

"Fine." He relented with a loud sigh, "just don't get him killed. I don't want to deal with you being upset over a dumb orphan."

"Not dumb." You huffed nudging him in the side, "but thank you." He felt your lips brush the corner of his mouth and he visibly relaxed. "I promise I won't bother you with him either, he'll be my responsibility." You assured Aether grunted in your hold almost like he was in agreement with that plan. Technoblade glared at the child and huffed,

"He better not be," Technoblade said as if to promise himself that he would not get attached to the piglin in your arms that looked so much like your son it filled him with warmth. Steam exited his nose in frustration, and you gave him a gentle pat on the cheek, "I'll talk to Phil about getting him some warmer clothes, but that doesn't mean I like him." The smile on your face was almost worth discussing this child with Phil, but only almost, you gently placed Aether on a spare bed by Bob.

"For now," You ruffled his pink fur "You'll stay down here. If you need anything just call me okay? We'll get you a walkie-talkie you can decorate with some stickers." Technoblade groaned from behind you, he had to gather materials for another radio, for a baby. Aether nodded excitedly and snuggled against the soft covers of the bed, you kissed the top of his eye socket. Steve nuzzled Aether's hand and he gently rubbed the top of the polar bear's head, Steve seemed to dub the Piglin acceptable and rested his face on the edge of his bed. "Good boy Steve, watch out for my boy." You headed back up the ladder Technoblade followed behind you wearily, Phil was going to make fun of him for this, the old man was going to call him soft.

Marriage has made him soft and a shameful part of him liked that feeling of domesticity. He swallowed thickly glancing over at your bright smile, you turned towards him and figured the letter in his pocket could wait a few more days.

"I'm going to send a letter to Phil, so he can grab clothes for the orphan on his way back." Technoblade sighed softly rubbing the bridge of his nose, which caused the smile to slip off of your face.

'Apologize to her right now. It's a kid how hard can it really be? You can handle it, he makes her happy. But it's an orphan and it smells. Yeah, like the Nether and smoke. So does Technoblade.'

He huffed at the voices mentally flipping them off, before lifting his hand and placing it on the top of your head. He watched you look up at him through long lashes and (e/c) eyes, "I guess it's not that big of a deal you nerd. So don't get all frowny at me, okay? We'll keep the kid safe." The smile reappeared and he let out a sigh of relief he didn't realize he was holding in,

"You do care," you cooed fondly and his heart squeezed in his chest. "You're gonna be Aether's dad just you wait."

"Yeah, maybe when pigs fly."

"Tech-"

"Don't say anything," his face turned red, "you know what I meant." You giggled and kissed his cheek, he walked over to the window and sent a crow out for Phil. He jolted feeling your hands on his back running up and down, you slid in front of him.

"Thank you, for all you do for me." Your soft lips traveled across his cheek and onto his lips, "Let me repay you." He felt the tips of your fingers grab at his chin, his eyes dropped closed, tail wrapping around your waist to pull you flush.

"Oh?"

"Hmhm," You purred out as you pressed your foreheads together, you both screamed however when a loud slam sounded against the door. It was thrown open moments after Phil was standing in the doorway, wings ruffled and crows screaming behind him.

"What the FUCK do you mean you have a child! (Y/n) was pregnant?! Since when?! What the fuck!"

"Miscommunication!" Technoblade shouted flush coming across his face, "The crows twisted my words! Last time I rely on them to relay a message!" You burst into hysterical laughter falling against Technoblade's chest,

"This is not funny!" Both Phil and Technoblade said simultaneously, both equally confused and flustered. Phil got here so fast it was ridiculous and judging by the bag on his back he came fully prepared with clothing and all.

"I adopted a piglin from the Nether, he hid in my stuff, you thought I was pregnant?" You were cackling holding your stomach, "Phil what the fuck!"

"What?" He sputtered flabbergasted, "it's not like you both aren't fucking! You smell like him constantly, you can't blame me for jumping to conclusions."

"You saw me yesterday! You have a son!"

"Shut the fuck up! I panicked!" Phil threw the bag at you and you caught it in your arms, still snickering. Meanwhile, Technoblade was still recovering from Phil's scare, "I just...got some of Wilbur's old clothes. Some old toys as well, whatever I could find."

"Thank you, grandpa," You teased to which he turned slightly red, Technoblade glared in your direction.

"He's not grandpa."

"I can be," Phil added raising his finger in the air, Technoblade gaped at him,

"Don't encourage her!" You laughed tossing the bag in Technoblade's general direction, his fast reflexes allowed him to catch the bag. "What are you expecting me to do with this?"

"Go give it to him," He watched you smirk and wanted to wrap his hands around your neck. "You both need to bond,"

"You said earlier I didn't have to!"

"I lied." You bared your teeth in a big smile, chills went down his spine staring at your face, "You have to at least get along with Aether. Plus, Phil and I need to talk."

"We do?"

"We do."

"I'm being lied to." Technoblade growled, "I can't believe this betrayal. Let's all lie to Technoblade, I'm such a victim, having to tend to an orphan my wife adopted." You flipped Technoblade off as he slid down the ladder into the basement. Aether was still asleep on the bed when he came down, the bag across his shoulder felt heavy as nervousness seeped into his skin.

He literally killed people and blew up an entire nation, why was this child making him nervous.

'Throw the bag at it. Have it fend for itself. Don't do that (Y/n) will be upset with you! So, not my problem. It will be our problem if Technoblade gets divorced! DIVORCED?! SHE'D NEVER! E. But she could, do we really want to deal with that. That's a lot of work to clean up.'

The bed shifted, stirring Technoblade out of his racing thoughts, he swallowed thickly before taking a deep breath.

"Hey, kid, wake up." Technoblade gruffly scoffed, tossing the bag on the bed and kissing his teeth. The piglin made a distressed noise jolting up in the bed and pulling the covers over his little body. "Calm down it's just me, Technoblade," He spoke back in Piglin to the child who seemed to ease up a little bit. "(Y/n) and Phil got you some stuff so open the bag and check so I can leave."

Aether eyed him wearily as he opened the soft yellow bag, he began to pull the items out with slight awe. Despite his tough exterior, Technoblade was oddly curious as he walked a bit closer to look inside the bag. Aether pulled out a soft yellow and black striped sweater and rubbed it against his cheeks, it seemed to be amazed at the softness of the material. Technoblade couldn't help but laugh a little, once again he thought of the first time he was introduced to the same material. A pair of overalls was next, they were covered in colorful patches and Aether's eyes lit up excitedly. He watched him scramble back into the bag as a few more things were pulled out, like a coloring book, a few colorful pens, an old busted walkie-talkie, and a small stuffed crow. Phil just had to shove that in there, he couldn't believe that the old man's first thought when he thought (y/n) was having a baby was to find a little stuffed crow, biased little shit.

"Thank you," Aether spoke softly in Piglin towards Technoblade, he blinked a little rapidly.

"Thank your grandpa Phil," Technoblade grunted before coughing, "No not grandpa-"

"Grandpa!" He beamed brightly, his little tail wagging rapidly behind him, Technoblade rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"Just go get changed kid," He grumbled, "So you can show (Y/n)." Aether slid off the bed, sweater, and clothes in hand and stumbled into a nearby bathroom. He came out a few moments later clad in his new outfit, in the meantime, Technoblade sat on the edge of his bed. Aether did a little twirl placing his hands on his hips, Techno held out a weak thumbs up and he seemed satisfied with that answer. Aether flopped back on the bed next to Technoblade and leaned against the pillows, an awkward silence stretched between the both of them. "Anyway...I guess I'll head back upstairs." Technoblade raised his hand and motioned to the ladder, his body tensed and it took all his willpower not to kick the child across the room as his instincts screamed at him to do. He blinked a few times and noticed Aether grabbed at his hands in order to get a closer look at the gold adorning his fingers. Aether began to run his hands over his gold rings,

ah, that made more sense.

"You like my rings?" Technoblade questioned watching him nod eagerly as he wiggled his fingers, "yeah I like 'em too. Got some for my Princess too, that's (Y/n)."

"Princess?"

"Hmhm, she looks beautiful in them," Technoblade hummed softly, an adoring look appearing on his face. Aether looked like he was holding onto every word, "We treat (Y/n) with respect she deserves understand? I see you messing with her. I mess with you back, got that kid?" Aether nodded,

"Same to you."

Technoblade barked out a small laugh and ruffled the fluff on top of Aether's head, "Off to a good start kid." Aether smiled shyly before going back to examining his jewelry, Technoblade shifted to get a little more comfortable as Aether settled in his lap. He continued to examine and twirl Technoblade's rings around until he glanced up and caught sight of his golden crown on top of his head. He desperately reached up for it and Technoblad leaned away from his grubby little hands, "Sorry, the crowns off-limits kids." Aether huffed puffing out his cheeks and Technoblade grumbled reluctantly placing the crown on his head, it was far too big for his little skull as it slipped past his forehead. He made some happy sounds and readjusted the crown, he leaned back against Technoblade relishing in not only the gold but also the attention.

Technoblade huffed out a laugh, maybe having a kid around wouldn't be so bad after all.

He looked back down at Aether and noticed the kid was asleep on his chest, his body locked up completely frozen in terror. Now, what was he going to do? He was trapped underneath a sleeping child, he awkwardly tried to maneuver Aether off himself but the kid had a strong grip on his chest. Technoblade cursed under his breath and figured he might as well get comfortable if he was trapped, he felt warm beneath the piglin and eventually drifted off to light sleep.

Philza and you quietly descended the ladder down into the basement, Technoblade hadn't come back up and the both of you were growing suspicious. You had to cover your mouth to stop an excited squeal from leaving your mouth, both your boys were cuddling on the bed, Technoblade's crown was slipping off Aether's head. You looked excitedly over at Phil whose face was soft and fond,

"Go on, take a picture." Phil glanced over at you motioning to the boys in bed before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a disposable camera.

"Thanks, Phil," You whispered snapping a quick picture of the bed, the click of the camera caused Technoblade's ears to twitch. The photograph came spitting out of the camera and you shook it waiting for it to develop, you were so hanging this picture up where everyone could see it. From across the room Technoblade's eyes cracked open, Phil nudged you forward,

"I'll head out, go spend time with your family." He ruffled the top of your head and flew up the ladder swiftly,

"Hm...was that Phil?" Technoblade grumbled under his breath, voice still deep with the hint of sleep.

"Yeah bubs," You whispered tenderly walking over to the edge of the bed, "he figured it was time to head out." You brushed strands of pink hair out of his eyes and he leaned into your touch, "make some room big guy." With an annoyed grumble, Technoblade moved over so you could lay down beside him and Aether, you gently brushed your thumb across the fur on the baby's cheeks. Just like your big warrior husband he snuggled against your hand. "So, I take it he's grown on you?"

"Shut up and go to sleep." Technoblade grumbled reaching over Aether to rest his big hand on your head, "hm tired." He closed his eyes and ignored your giggles, you pulled the blankets over the three of you and you drifted off into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, underneath L'manburg the egg began to breathe and pulsate with life, it yearned to have the couple once again in the palm of its hand just like it did decades prior. Sir Billiam and Lady (Y/n) were their names if it remembered correctly, they'd follow in the eggs wishes again, that it knew for certain. Meeting them again was going to be fun.

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@iamsuchasimp @victory-is-here @pastelmoonwitche @ignat1usaquar1us @v10dw4lk3r

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A Little Closer

[Raphael x fem reader]

sfw, apocalypse AU, 2012

The city that never sleeps.

They jinxed it, you thought as you dragged yourself along the street, Raphael at your side. The city wasn't only sleeping—it was dead.

You and him were alone, trying to get back in touch with everyone after getting split up. The team had been separated by unfortunate circumstances, nothing short of Murphy's Law. If you hadn't believed in the law before, you did, now.

But Raph could and would plow through a horde for you. He had to; he was your friend, the protector, at the moment. Because while you were able to handle yourself to some degree, ultimately, Raph was the one defending the both of you. And not even because you told him to. He took the role up himself, assumed it silently and never complained. You couldn't quite tell if it was because he felt obligated, or if it really was just his nature.

"You see that building up ahead? The tall one." He pointed toward a particular rooftop rising high among the ones around, and you nod. An infected ambled around in an adjacent alleyway. You glanced over at it anxiously, while Raph seemed completely unbothered. He was focused mentally planning their route. "That's our checkpoint. From there, we'll rest and see if we can regroup with the rest of the team."

The infected, a slower, pustule-covered form, started coming toward the two of you, stumbling out with quiet gurgles. "Raph," you said softly, with a tap on his hard shoulder. He glanced back at you before pulling out his sai, running at the infected and quickly dispatching it by a stab right in the eye socket. He avoided the sickly green caps.The creature fell heavily, and some of the pustules popped on the pavement, squeezing out a foul-smelling concoction of mutagen and infector cells. It amazed you every time just how fast he could get it done, the killing. And without fear—a few infected were more of an inconvenience to him than anything. He got in and got out, all the while you were left in awe at his ability to work on autopilot.

"Actually," he muttered, stepping around the body and into the alleyway the Infector had just come from. He noticed the fire escape and decided they'd take it from there on the rooftops. "I think we can get there from here. Feel like a little roof-running?" he asked you, throwing a subtle smile over.

Anything to get off the streets. Down there, it was bad. You had to look around every corner, watch your back even more carefully, and even then, straggling infected would still manage to slip under the radar. Though, luckily, Raph often was able to predict the movements of groups, which was what made you avoid the building horde making its way through the city. It was still a major scare to think you were clear and suddenly have a hunter-class infected jump out at you.

"Yeah," you answered him, following into the alleyway. "Yeah, let's do that. There are way too many Infectors down here." A shudder crawled up your spine to think about what the ooze those things carried could do to people.

He leaped up onto the railing, while you took the stairs. "It ain't the Infectors you have to worry about. It's the Hunters," he replied, pulling himself into the edge of the roof. You finished your ascent up the staircase as quietly as possible, and he met you at the top, grabbing your hand and helping you up the rest of the way. "But don't worry; I'll make sure none of 'em get you." You leaned forward and looked at him with a small smile, noting what he said. And that he still hadn't let go of your hand. "Or me," he added quickly as he released your hand and turned away to survey the series of buildings ahead.

You laughed, "Well, I'd be pretty screwed if I lost you, Raph. I kinda rely on you, y'know?"

Unknown to you, those last words would stick with him. For a long time.

"Yeah…" he trailed off. He didn't know how to respond to that. Of course, he'd been relied upon before; by Mikey, especially. He knew what that felt like. But protecting this girl? There was a new sense of pressure. Even Mikey could handle himself well enough alone. But there wasn't anything for you to fall back on, should he be out of the equation. No ninja training, not much knowledge of how to use a melee weapon aside from the basics, and guns were few and far between. Very far. A gang would trade you one, if you were lucky. Most people weren't lucky in that regard. Raph didn't want you anywhere near those thugs, anyway.

Between the two of you was nothing but the sound of the breeze. The city was almost dead silent, save for the occasional racket of survivors, or feral animals. Both were in low numbers; most of the city—the country—had been turned. The rate at which the infection spread was astonishing. Only here and there would a lonely human cause ruckus anywhere.

Raph cleared his throat, "We should get moving. Sun's going down and we need to hunker down for the night, the Hunters will be wakin' up soon."

"Sounds good," you said as you stretched your tight muscles out. Hours of almost nonstop walking and jogging could really work up some nasty knots.

You moved forward, him naturally taking the lead as you both made your ways across the roofs, him helping you along when you needed it, and you keeping watch for stragglers while you were at it. Sometimes, there would be other people up there. Other times, former people.

Coming up to a run down building, Raph made the last jump across, expecting you to be able to handle it. But you were hesitant, your body worn and weary from days of over exertion, and today was the straw that broke the camel's back. After all this time, you just couldn't muster the strength to clear the gap yourself.

Raph was about to go on ahead when he noticed you hadn't made it across yet, and he called out, "Y/N, what're you doing over there? Come on, this is our stop."

You wanted to do it, for the sake of his convenience, but it was too far. You could have over or underestimated and plummeted down into the alley below, gotten incapacitated, and became even more baggage. He watched as you backpedaled from the ledge. "I can't," you answered, slightly ashamed, "it's too far of a jump. I can't do it."

You watched as Raph easily bounded across, landing in front of you. "Here," he motioned for you to step in, and you did, where he then picked you right up into his arms and started backing further away. He'd lended you a helping hand before, a catch, sometimes, but never had he picked you up like this. "Wrap your arms around my neck, this is a little dodgy," he instructed you. He tried to ignore the fluttery feeling it gave him when you did what he'd said to do, wrapping your arms around his sturdy neck as he got ready to leap the gap. You were comfortable enough—Raph was strong. Really strong. But the threat of you both falling still have you anxiety, and for that, you had to clamp your eyes shut.

Without a word, he took off in a dash, one powerful leg launching the both of you off the edge. His arms tightened around you somehow more than they had been before. And for a brief second you felt wind. You still couldn't open your eyes, only focused on the feeling of almost absolute security in Raph's grip. Next was the hard landing, which jarred you out of your brief moment of warmth. He grunted, following through into a crouch and setting you down on your feet.

"You alright?" you asked him, concerned, placing a light hand on his shell.

He had a level of endurance that far exceeded the average person's, but even Raph was getting tired. He despised feeling weak, but his body was now actively working against him. He felt slow and heavy for his standards, running on fumes and secretly desperate for rest. As good of a sleep as he could get without worrying about being ambushed by something, be it human or otherwise. He knew he'd be back to the grind soon enough though because you needed sleep, too, and he would die before leaving you undefended in such a vulnerable state.

You realized then just now exhausted he was as he rose, taking in a deep breath. "I'm alright, let's just...clear the place and get in there," he said.

He approached the door into the stairwell and listened for a second before trying the knob. Locked. He was impatient to get in and finally be able to rest, so he just kicked the door in with everything he had, deciding to deal with anything that might be in there as they came. You grimaced; stairwells were awful places to fight anyone or anything.

Collecting yourself, you came over and peered in along with him. "Easy there, shouldn't we be quiet?" you questioned him in earnest.

He never intended to be rude to you, but his mood got the best of him, and he snapped back with a sigh, "Look, I'll get rid of them, okay? It's not like you're the one going in and killing them, so just stay out of the way and let me get it done."

You backed out of the doorway and shot him a look as if to say, are you serious? You knew Raph was prone to moodiness, but you'd never expected it to be targeted your way.

Shit. He slapped his hand onto the doorframe and leaned his forehead on it, groaning. Not even at you, but himself, because he'd just snapped at his only friend and ally out here at the moment. Seeing the flash of the look of hurt on your face at his words made him feel like a total asshole.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled after a minute of uncomfortable silence. He looked back at you, eyes falling on the sombreness of your expression. "I'm just tired. I'll be more careful here on out, if it makes you feel better. I know you're just trying to look out for us, trust me. I do."

"It's okay," you said softly. "Don't worry about it. Let's get in there now, yeah?" you nudged him, stepping in. You looked over the railing in search of anything suspicious. Oxidized blood, the hybrid mutagenic fluid that the Infectors secreted. No, it all appeared clean. But that didn't mean it was safe. Raph descended the stairs slowly, listening for anything he could pick up on. The two of you were surprised that it seemed clear, maybe even skeptical, but it didn't stop you as your paced picked up. Raph kept you behind him at all times with his sai out and ready.

"You think it's good?" you whisper, leaning your head over his shoulder. His eyes scanned the surroundings in the hallway you had just been lead into, still searching for any red flags.

There was nothing. No sounds, no signs of infected, and deathly quiet. The lack of noise disturbed Raph more than anything, but if it meant one night of peace, he'd take anything he could get.

"The residents must've abandoned this place when the evacs happened," you noted.

"Everyone should have stayed. Maybe then we would have had a chance of actually containing this thing and Donnie wouldn't have to be busting his ass to save us all. If that's even possible at this point."

He let his guard down a little. All he wanted to do was pick out any random apartment and take it over for the night. Trying the one on his left, the door slowly opened to reveal a messy studio, papers strewn about, cabinets still open, things discarded on the floor. He almost melted just seeing the couch, let alone a bed.

You were watching the hall just to make sure, but felt his calloused hand land on your forearm, pulling you in.

"Wow," you breathed out. "I never thought I'd be so happy to see such a mess. I feel like I haven't slept in three years," you muttered to yourself, shutting the door behind you.

Raph wandered around the room as he made his last checks behind the counters and such before he finally relaxed and slid his sais back into their holders. "No kidding," he commented. "I'd bet there's nothing to eat in here, though."

"Can't hurt to try."

Turned out that there wasn't anything but a couple of granola bars and a single bottle of water you'd found under the kitchen table. Probably rolled under there and the owner never noticed, but you were running low on your water supply, as your backpack was starting to feel light.

Raph kept the blinds closed tight in fear of being spotted from the window, even though it was practically a wasteland out there, but you couldn't help but part them a bit to catch a glimpse of the sun going down. That beautiful, warm glow that the Golden Hour produced, and the way it painted the sky. Though, it wasn't all that visible from where you were.

Sunset came and went and gave way to night. It was dark in the apartment; no electricity was being routed there, and so the only thing that lit up the area was the lone lantern you had sitting on the coffee table. Your eyelids were becoming so heavy that you couldn't stop to care if the furniture had bed bugs or other gross stuff. It was comfortable on your aching back, that's what mattered. You lay down on it and was already dozing off when Raph padded by. He stopped. You were so tired, he could see that. He could stand to stay up for a few more hours, he told himself—he would do that.

As you slept, he spent his time cleaning his weapons, adjusting his gear, snacking on what little the two of you shared. Also thinking. About how tired he was in that moment, his brothers (wherever they were), and finally...you. He found his gaze shifting from the knife in his lap that he'd been sharpening to you, sound asleep on the couch and for the first time in days, looking at peace. You had dark circles under your eyes, bumps and scrapes all over your body, yet for a little while, you'd forgotten all about it. Because you were asleep, obviously, but even though he was downright beat, he couldn't bring himself to disturb you. Not yet, at least. The clock on the wall was still ticking on. It was quiet, except for that—Raph couldn't complain. He softened watching you. There was something comforting to him about being able to drop the act and just observe you without having to talk. He wasn't always good at talking. He judged that perhaps you were only trying to fill the silence when you kept rambling or muttering, which was understandable. It made him wonder briefly if you felt awkward when he was quiet.

Raph was on his proverbial last leg in terms of his wakefulness when he heard your voice, the slightest call that was almost inaudible. He set his gear aside and shifted towards you where he sat on the coffee table, trying to figure out if you were only dreaming, or if you really needed something.

"You awake?" he whispered.

Arm dangling off the couch, you rested your face on your other hand. "Yeah," you answered through a dry throat. He remembered the bottle of water from earlier and reached into the backpack at his feet, handing it to you. He'd already drank over half of it.

"How long have you been laying there awake while I could have been getting some shut-eye?" he jested. You did your best to muster a smile, but it wasn't going. It wasn't like you to be so solemn.

He spoke again as you downed the rest of the water, "Uh...joking. Are you—"

"Can you hold me?"

You weren't looking at him. Your eyes were closed, and on the inside, you asked yourself why you'd said it. Maybe it was the mid-sleep grogginess, or you had just lost all care in the world. He was staring at you, but in the low light, you could hardly see his expression. He swallowed; oh, how this had taken him off guard.

"Just for a little bit."

He was going to stammer out something, he wasn't sure what, but anything to relieve the mix of awkward embarrassment he was feeling. He wanted to crawl into that couch with you, to feel the warmth of your body against his cold one—why couldn't he move? Why was it so hard to just say: "Yes, I can hold you."

He could fight. He could defend. What he couldn't do was comprehend his own emotions.

"I, uh…do you feel unsafe, or something?" He felt stupid to ask that, but that part of his mind wanted to rationalize your request. He would feel vulnerable in your shoes. He knew that for a fact. But really, he was aware that wasn't the case, you feeling unsafe; he was there. Your sentinel, willing to push himself as far as he possibly could, and then some.

A sigh left you, and the single word, "Please."

No more thinking. Just do.

He sat up, tentative in his approach to your tired form. You shifted back as far into the cushions of the couch that you could, offering him the space on the edge. He climbed down, and after a minute of trying to situate all of your limbs, he was finally comfortable. He would be lying to say his heart wasn't beating faster, that it didn't feel weird to drape his arm around you the way he did, being pressed against your back like that. Despite everything, it felt natural. Right. Like he'd been missing something that whole time, and as soon as he had pulled you into him, he had a revelation.

There were no words exchanged. Just the sound of the clock ticking and the both of your breaths as you were lulled back into sleep. He couldn't sleep yet. You still had an hour to go before it was his turn. Not that it bothered him. Not then; he wanted to be conscious for this, the feeling of fullness he had with how you seemed to fit against his body so well. The contrast of soft skin to his scales, his lean, solid muscles compared to your own less-developed. His fingers brushed along your wrist in some of the lightest touches he'd ever administered. His leg found its way over your own.

What started rigid and awkward now had melted him. His body hadn't felt that loose in a long time.

Whatever the next move was, he was fine with it. The team was close to finding each other after four days of separation. There was a horde forming outside, gathering up to blow through the city in one last sweep. But as long as they got where they needed to go, he didn't mind it at all.

a/n: i 100% did not feel like explaining how or why they got separated from the rest of the group just be along for the ride bby

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