Imagine Reader being a nun in training/junior sister and Priest Toji just loves to spank her on his desk and she has to endure it to prove her love for God and Father Fushiguro

oh wow……… you did not. you. 

I’m begging for more Golden Retriever Girlfriend with either Steve or Eddie- scraped knees? Doesn’t even notice, just too excited to tell their boyfriend about the butterfly they saw on their way over to see them…

I chose Eddie again cos I like him ♡ gn!reader | 1k words

The walk to Eddie's house is long but not boring. The trailer homes are dispersed over long stretches of green grass, so sometimes you see bugs. Mostly caterpillars, sometimes spiders, snails and slugs, ants, crickets if you're quiet enough. 

Today, two butterflies. They swing through the air beautifully as if orbiting the other, pure white with wings as unremarkable and delicate as tulip petals. 

They're distracting. You follow them for a short while until they fly too far to see and hurry the rest of the way to Eddie's home, rushing on toes up the steps into his trailer. 

"Eddie?" you ask into the empty living room. 

The bathroom door opens but he doesn't emerge. "In here." 

You stride over and peer inside. He's spitting toothpaste foam down the sink, his hair in a tie, his eyes still droopy with fatigue. 

"You get up way too early, you know that? I don't know how you can already have walked here when I got up five minutes ago."

"The weather's great," you say easily, pushing into the small bathroom though you shouldn't to wipe sleep from the corners of his eyes. 

He bats your hand away. "Stop." 

You stop and frown for the five seconds that you feel scolded until he grabs your fingers to give you a quick reassuring squeeze.

He drops your hand in favour of washing his face, cupping hot water in his hands to scrub at his nose roughly. You ramble mildly about the journey here.

"They were dancing, Eddie. I've never seen anything like it. They were really pretty..." you detail, distracted by his face, his lashes heavy with wetness.

He dries off with a towel. You reach around to the back of his head to pull his hair tie free and he sets his hands over your waist, a casual proximity as you run your hands through his curls. You're careful. You know how prone to tangles he is. 

"I can feel you looking at my face," you say, trying not to breathe too heavily. 

"Sure am, sweetheart." 

You feel as radiant as a marigold under his appreciative gaze. "There. Perfect again," you mumble.

"Thanks."

You nod and move out of his reach, back into the cooler space of his living room. You do a little spin as you go, an unbearable amount of happiness in your chest as you pose in front of the couch, one hand at your hip and the other pointing at your still-tired boyfriend where he follows you. 

"We have the whole day! What are we gonna do first?" you ask. 

"Baby, what the fuck have you done?" 

The smile slips off your face. He sounds mad enough to startle you and you drop your hands. "What?" you ask weakly. 

His eyes flit from your face to your knees and he gestures to them. He looks wide awake. "You're bleeding. Sit down." When you don't move he takes your shoulders into stern hands and guides you backward. "Sit down! Jesus, sit." 

You drop onto the couch and look down at your knees, surprised to see them all bloody and scratched. When you'd slipped on leaf litter walking down the main road into the park you'd assumed everything was fine despite the stinging pain, and by the time you'd seen the butterflies you'd forgotten altogether. 

"When did you do that?" he asks. "Why didn't you tell me?" 

"I forgot," you say, eyes blinking owlishly at his fierce expression. 

Eddie spins on his heel to dig through a kitchen cabinet for his first aid kit, popping it open by the sink. "Piece of shit kit," he mutters, piling foil wrapped bandages into his hand. 

He looks less formidable as he kneels on the floor between your knees, thumb probing the edge of your grazes one then the other, very gentle.

"You didn't tell me what happened," he says quietly, eyes on your knees as he sprays a small bottle of disinfectant over your knees with no warning and you flinch. 

"Shit, I'm sorry," he says. 

You blink back tears. "Stings," you say, giggling wetly.

He wipes your grazes with precise, almost calculated movements. One hurts worse than the other. "Sorry," he says again as he drops the bloodied wipes to the floor and rips a sterile packing open with his teeth – which is all types of wrong – and unrolls a length of white bandages. 

"Hold the gauze, honey," he says. 

You move your hands as he instructs, wondering if he's ever called you honey before. You're still deciding by the time he finishes, his hands in twin position just below your knees. 

You brush your bandages together and smile. "They're white. Like the butterflies." 

"Is that why you fell? Watching the butterflies?" he asks, sounding curious. 

You laugh and weave your fingers into the soft hair at the back of his neck, dropping your face down. "I'm not that stupid. It was all the fallen leaves by the turning." 

He smiles and clasps your wrists. "You're not stupid at all."

He doesn't give you time to argue as he stands and cleans the small mess he'd made fixing your bloody knees. You stand too, always trying to follow him despite limited places to go. Eddie's more than used to it by now. 

"For future reference," he says, a certain roughness to his tone. "Don't wait ten minutes to tell me the next time you split your knees." 

"Sorry." 

He throws an arm over your shoulder and tugs you into his side, giving you a good shake. "Stop. I'm serious, stop. Be sorry about how you've been here twenty minutes and haven't asked for a kiss yet." 

"I wanted to, but you got all scary about my legs!" 

"I can be scarier." 

"No you can't."

"No, I can't." 

You share what feels like an especially private smile despite being on your own and drop your head into his shoulder. He rests his cheek atop your crown.  

"You had blood down to your ankle," he murmurs. "You scared me." 

"Can I have a kiss now?" you ask. 

"You'll have to let me think about it," he bluffs, already leaning in. 

Telling mark you’re pregnant but you’re 19 and he’s 21

warnings: little angsty, mentions of pregnancy

“did you finally remember to bring me my water?��� you call out to your brother after hearing the sound of the back door opening, then closing. your statement is followed by silence so eerie for a bright, midsummer day, that it causes you to push yourself up on your elbows and call out his name. only the person standing on the back deck isn’t your brother. no, it was the person whom you had gone to great lengths to avoid for the past two months. your mouth is suddenly dry as it tries to formulate a sentence, “mark-”

“so it’s true,” his words are almost like venom as his zero in on your midsection. in just a bikini, there was no way of hiding the four month swell that had really begun to pop in the last few weeks. he stands on the stairs, almost like he was scared to come down, “you just weren’t going to tell me? were you just going to disappear and think i wouldn’t ask any questions?”

you push yourself off the ground and wrap the towel around your body, a form of protection, “who told you?”

“nobody. you may have blocked me on everything, but he didn’t,” he nods his head towards the house and you swear that you see your brother poking his head out of the kitchen window, spying on the two of you. “he put something on his story a few days ago, the dress you were wearing made it obvious. why didn’t you tell me, y/n?”

“i-” your voice breaks as you’re forced to finally confront the reality of the situation you had been avoiding since late march. his face softens as you use your thumb to wipe a tear that slips from your eye, “i didn’t want you to be mad at me.”

“baby,” his shoulders drop as he rushes down the four steps and crosses the yard to you. it was easy to fall into his arms, to inhale the faint scent of his cologne, to fist his t-shirt in your hands as you gripped so tightly because you were scared that at any moment he would slip away. “i need you to breathe, okay?”

“mark,” you whisper, “please don’t leave.”

he shakes his head, rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks, “i’m not leaving. you’re not leaving. we’re going to talk about this, okay? i just need you to breathe right now. i’m not mad, i just want to understand.”

“can we sit down?”

he guides you back into the house and down the hallway towards the safety of your bedroom. he closes the door behind him and you hear a sharp intake of breath. you don’t have to question that he’s looking at the crib nestled in the corner that already had baby clothes accumulating on top. he doesn’t say anything as you take a seat on your bed and he makes himself at home in your desk chair, rolling it over to be in front of you. you kept the towel wrapped around you tightly, “i meant what i said out there, i’m not mad. i just want to understand.”

“i found out right around the time that you were going to the championships and i didn’t want to distract you. you needed to focus on that, so it sounded fine for me to keep it to myself for a little while, but i- i got in my own head. it seemed easier to just disappear and not tell you about, about us,” you gesture at your stomach and his eyes follow, “you have a life, mark. a good one. friends, hockey, school. this would just throw a wrench in that-”

“you’re part of my life too, y/n. did you ever consider that?” he questions. you swallow, “i made you part of my life. i told my mom that i was going to marry you after our first date and she told me that i was crazy. i never felt like that, you have never made me feel like that. i went to college not wanting a relationship and then there you were in econ always giving me the notes and taking granola bars as payment even though you hate them. everything in my life for the past year has revolved around you, honey. that’s not stopping now.”

“i’m giving you an out, mark.”

“and i’m not taking it. i don’t want an out, i want you and i want this baby. i will spend the rest of my life proving that to you,” his fingers gently run over the seam of the towel and you loosen your grip. he pulls it open and his fingers splay over the taut skin. you let your hand rest over his, “i- um- how many- how far- i don’t know how to say it.”

“it’s fine, mark. eighteen weeks tomorrow,” you move his hand more to the side, “they just started moving a few days ago. if you press your palm down right there, sometimes they’ll nudge you back.”

“they?” there’s a sudden alarm in his voice, “is it more than one? that doesn’t change anything, i just- is it?”

“no,” you giggle before running a hand through his hair. admittedly it was a feeling you had missed and he seemed to as well, judging by the way his eyes flutter closed at the feeling, “i can find out the gender at my next appointment, but i think i won’t. i kind of like the surprise factor.”

“you do have a thing for surprises.”

chicken rice porridge

navi | taglist | pt.1

pairing: choi san x gn!reader

w.c.: 2.2k

tags: FLUFF, seriously so fluffy I could cry, non-sexual nudity (<;3)

After catching his cold, San laboured to make sure you didn't have to lift a finger, holding you so tightly in his warm embrace that the sniffles had no choice but to go away.

A/N: I cried, giggled, blushed, then threw up writing this. Also, thank you so so so so so much for all the love you guys gave me on pt.1, I appreciate you all sm! I hope you like this one as well! :")

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The bags crinkled as San hauled them through your front door, knuckles white as they bore their weight. He nudged the door with his hip, waiting for it to click shut before slipping his shoes off and turning the corner into the living room. 

"No, no! What are you doing?" He whined, rushing to the kitchen and dropping the heavy bags on the island before speed-walking towards the couch where you sat, working on the document your boss had sent you earlier. "Babe, you need to rest!"

"I'm almost done," you kept your eyes fixed on the screen, bloodshot and teary, burning as the bright light hit them. "Wait-" You gripped the width of the device as San ripped it off your lap. 

"No. No more working." 

"Sannie, please. Just five more minutes," you pouted, tugging the laptop towards you; his grip around it did not budge.

"You already took the day off, you can do it when you feel better." 

You huffed, knowing that he wouldn't relent, and your fingers eased around the laptop, allowing San to slip it out of your hands. He quickly saved the document before shutting the lid, gently setting it on the coffee table, away from the pile of tissues you had been collecting. 

He had felt guilty for making you sick, but seeing the soft pout adorning your lips, he felt slightly better. You were so cute. Taking your appearance in – greasy hair tangled and disheveled, red nose sniffling while you wiped at your teary eyes, lips cracked and dry, your tongue peeking out to wet them every so often – he couldn't help but smile. Even now, he still found you beautiful. It was almost sickening how infatuated he was with you. 

"Let's get you washed up," he spoke, voice sweet as honey, a fond smile on his lips.

–

Submerging yourself into the steaming bath, your muscles relaxed as warmth engulfed your body. Your head rested on the edge of the tub, San behind you, hands running over your shoulders and softly squeezing the soft skin. You hummed contently, sinking further into the water, your eyes fluttering shut. 

San worked silently, palms rubbing up and down your arms, then back up your shoulders, massaging the back of your neck, gently digging his fingers into the stiff muscle.

"Feels good," you muttered, melting into his touch.

San leaned forward and pressed his lips to your temple. He turned on the shower head and pressed it to your scalp, waiting until the water saturated your hair before turning it back off. With one hand running through the wet strands, his other reached for the shampoo bottle next to him, opening it and squeezing some into his hand. Rubbing the shampoo between his palms, he watched the suds form before spreading them onto your hair, the floral scent permeating the air around you. Your eyes remained shut as you breathed out a sigh, reveling in the scratch of San's blunt nails against your scalp.

You didn't feel yourself slumping down until his breathy chuckle echoed in the room. "Babe, you're going to drown." 

You pulled yourself up, giggling as you rested your head back, safely situated in the tub again. He held your face in his hands, thumbs brushing against your cheek and coating them with the leftover soap before leaving you to grab the shower head again. He turned the water back on, making sure to flush out every last bubble, running his fingers through the now-clean locks. He placed a tender kiss on your forehead, your eyes opening to meet his, cheeks blushing at the way he was looking at you – the corners of his eyes wrinkling, dimples peeking out to greet you, his smile so warm it made the bath water feel icy against your skin. 

"Don't stare too hard, you might fall in love," he teased, dimples sinking further into his skin, eyes almost forming perfect crescents. 

"It might be a little too late for that," a shy smile tugged at your lips and his finger booped your nose, pinching your cheek gently before pulling himself up.

He simply stood there to admire you, hands at his hips with nothing but fondness gracing his features. You instinctively curled in on yourself, suddenly feeling exposed. San picked up on your timidness, letting his head drop so he could hide the grin splitting his face. You were so cute. He chose not to comment on the bright red coating on your cheeks, moving towards the door after placing a fluffy towel next to the clothes he'd set out for you. 

"I'm going to change your sheets," he put his palm out to dodge your incoming complaints. "Call me when you're done, I'll be happy to help you dress." The wink he sent your way almost gave you a heatstroke. With a breathy chuckle and dimples on show, he walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. 

You sat up, sighing and slapping your hands against your heated cheeks. Sickness was nothing compared to having to deal with your boyfriend. Choi San will be the death of you.

–

Walking out of the stuffy bathroom, dressed in a clean set of clothes – a hoodie you'd stolen from San and a pair of sweatpants – you made your way through the apartment, peeking your head into the kitchen where you’d heard your boyfriend clattering around. 

San stood behind the island, hands working on tying the apron strings behind his back, ingredients scattered over the marble. Your eyes zero in on the rather huge knife – your sharpest one – sitting on the wooden cutting board in front of him. 

"Sannie?" 

His head jerked upwards, features easing when he saw you practically swimming in his clothes, a smile instantly curving the corners of his lips. "Feel better?" 

You nod, stepping towards him slowly, eyes fixed on the knife. "What… are you doing?" 

"Making porridge for my sweetest (Y/n)." 

Your heart did a little jump at how easily the words rolled off his tongue, heat rushing to your cheeks. You got distracted by his words, too busy calming the butterflies in your stomach to notice him reaching for the knife. It scraped against the wood as he lifted it, startling you back to the present. 

"No!" Your hands reached out to hold his wrist, untangling the knife from between his fingers and safely depositing it back on the wooden board. 

He looked at you, eyebrows raised and his mouth forming a surprised 'o'. "Baby?" 

He had seemed so excited to cook for you; you almost gave in and left him to do as he pleased. But then you remembered the last time he wanted to make you a meal, having to evacuate his apartment as smoke took over the rooms; he had to buy a new stovetop. And the time he decided it would be a great idea to use the biggest knife he could find to chop an apple and had to get seven stitches. Moral of the story: Choi San should not be allowed in the kitchen. 

"Let's just order in." You wrapped your arms around one of his, feeling his biceps flex against your chest. 

His bottom lip jutted out, eyebrows drawing in. "But I want to cook for you. I even asked your mum for the recipe." 

Your heart clenched so hard at the visual of San putting his phone on speaker to write down the recipe your mother was dictating to him, his tongue poking out the corner of his lips in concentration. You almost doubled over simply imagining it. Looking up at him, your heart did that funny thing again as you met his sulky expression – eyes staring off to the side, wrinkles between his eyebrows, fiddling his fingers where they sat on the island. You wanted to kiss his pout away but held yourself back – you didn't want to start a cycle of germ-sharing (again). Deciding to spare him from the harsh truth – that his cooking might send you to the afterlife before any virus could – you tell a little, white lie.

"But I reeaaally want tteokbokki," you mirror his pouty lips, tugging at his arm. "I haven't craved anything in days, Sannie, pleease?" 

You smiled to yourself, sitting on the couch, huddled between three different blankets, pillows surrounding you from every direction. San shut the front door, carrying the bag of takeout into the living room and setting it on the table in front of you. 

"Okay! Let's eat." He rubbed his palms together, untying the plastic bag and taking the containers out.

He sat on the table in front of you, breaking apart the chopsticks and balancing the container on his knees. Scooping up a rice cake, he rolled it in the sauce and brought it to your lips. "Open up." 

He looked overjoyed, like a puppy who finally got to go on a walk after having to wait all night for his owners to wake up. You did as he said, biting on the chewy rice cake, sighing as you swallowed, warmth spreading through you.

"Sannie, come sit next to me," you patted the cushion next to you, tugging on his sleeve from where you were, drowning between the fleece blankets he had wrapped you in. 

"But I want to feed you!" He complained, already working on grabbing more food with the chopsticks, stuffing it in your mouth before you could argue.

"Fine," you pouted as you chewed. "But you should eat too," you spoke, words muffled as San continued to shovel tteokbokki into your mouth. 

He only smiled, grabbing his own chopsticks and taking a bite from his portion, turning back around to feed you like God himself had ordered him to. 

"Shlow down-" You sucked in desperate breaths through the food blocking your airway, almost choking, San rubbing your back until you swallowed it down. You smacked his arm and he yelped, rubbing over his bicep. "I can't breath through my nose, are you trying to kill me?"

He muttered a quiet sorry, but the restrained smile on his lips, threatening to erupt into a whole-hearted grin, made you believe otherwise – that he wasn’t as sorry as he had claimed to be. But you couldn't be mad at him, secretly enjoying all the attention he was so generously giving you, not allowing you to lift a finger, showering you with his never-ending love. How could you ever complain? 

After San finished feeding you your portion of tteokbokki – and half of his – you finally managed to pull him onto the couch with you. His arms circled around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest. The Greatest Showman played on the TV across from you, and you settled on listening to San’s soft voice as he hummed along to the songs, his chest vibrating against your temple. His fingers ran through your now-dry hair, the back of your neck tingling at his ministrations.

Your eyes began to droop as the credits rolled in, blinking quickly to stop yourself from falling asleep. San twisted his neck to peek at you, trying his best to remain still in case you had fallen asleep. He breathed out a laugh through his nostrils, squeezing your shoulder and effectively pushing you closer into his chest. 

“Does my darling want to sleep?”

You hummed, nuzzling your face into his neck, the skin warm against the tip of your nose. "Just want to cuddle," you slurred.

San's smile threatened to split his face in half. “Not that I’m not enjoying being your pillow, but I think we’d be more comfortable in bed.” He poked at your sides, making you squirm in his arms.

“Shhh, you’re hurting my head,” your fingers pawed at his face, trying to manually shut his lips, only to be met with his toothy smile.

Your hand dropped onto the shoulder opposite to the one your head rested on, eyelids falling shut despite your attempts at fighting your drowsiness. Inhaling the soft scent of bergamot diffusing off San’s skin, his fingers never ceasing their ministrations in your hair, you felt yourself slip into much-needed slumber, the fatigue encircling your body fading away as you lay within San’s embrace.

San felt as your body slumped against his, the steady rise and fall of your chest. He unfurled his fingers from your soft locks, wrapping his arm around your middle-back. With the other secured behind your knees, he rose to his feet, cradling you against his body and making his way to your bedroom. He made the fatal mistake of looking down at your resting face, noticing the smudge of tteokbokki at the corner of your parted lips, soft puffs of air blowing against the cotton of his shirt. He stood there, head tilted back with his eyes squeezed shut, holding himself back from smothering your face with kisses.  

You were so cute.

San forced himself to move, walking into your room and setting you down on the mattress. He pulled out a wet wipe from your drawer, wiping the remnants of your dinner from your lips, his eye twitching as he stopped himself from placing a kiss against the plush of your lips. Climbing into bed with you, he moved you into his arms again, wrapping you up in his warmth and pressing his lips against your forehead. San relished the feeling of the warm puffs of air against his neck, inhaling the floral scent of your shampoo while sleep tugged at his eyelids. He held you tightly, nuzzling his cheek against yours as he felt himself being dragged into slumber, hoping to meet you in his dreams.

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Say Yes To Me

Warnings: minor violence, angst, memory loss, light smut (kinda not really) at the beginning

Words: 1,439

Paring: Natasha Romanoff x F!reader

A/N: i know i said no angst but like it's not sad sad, anyways most of this is a flashback, yes i plan on making it series.

i hope you like this my loves, ilysm, and take care of yourself <3

You giggle as she wraps her arms around your body, she sighs in comfort, the sun's glow peeking through the curtains of your shared bedroom, lighting up the darkened space.

She plants soft kisses on your jawline, maneuvering her hands up to your chest. “Babe.. whaat are you doing? It's 8 AM, you have missions and I have to drop the kids off at school.” she frowns, nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck. “Screw the missions.. the kids can skip school.” she whines before pressing her lips to yours, pulling you in for a slow, passionate kiss.

She buries her hands into your hair, forcing herself onto your body. You let out a moan, only to be silenced by her tongue, invading your mouth. “Natasha—” she slips a hand underneath your bra, groping your breast. Muffled moans escape your mouth as she rubs her thumb against your hardened nipple.

“Nat.. you're gonna be late.” you whisper. She pulls away, pecking the corner of your lips. “Fucking missions.” she grumbles, lifting the duvet off of herself and getting off the bed.

You laugh, “Be careful Natty! I'll be waiting when you come back.” you blow a kiss to her, smiling brightly when the corners of her lips curl into a smile. “See you in 2 days moya lyubov.” she waves goodbye.

That was 8 months ago, who knew what could happen in those few days?

“Nat, did you make it to the control room?” a voice comes through the comms, “Yep, yeah.. what now?” she opens the door, stepping into the room. “Do you see him?” she looks around the area, “Who? Clint there's nobody here besides me.” she furrows her brows in confusion.

“Uh.. okay, did you check the CCTV footage?” she walks up to the screens, “On it.” she looks up at the screen, “What do you see?” her gaze fixes onto the woman lying on the floor, causing her to gasp softly. “Tony, w-what type of fucking joke is this?”

She shares the footage with him, “Natasha this– this isn't fake. That's the current footage, recently taken 20 minutes ago.” her breathing rate picks up, and her hands start to sweat. “Tony, take me there. Now.” 

The team makes it to your house, barging into the home. Two kids sat on the floor with puffy eyes looking up at the redhead. “Mama? What happened to mommy? She's not getting up!” Natasha's lips quiver, “Hey, hey.. buddy where is she?” the little boy points towards the kitchen.

She runs over to the kitchen, almost freezing upon seeing your limp body on the floor surrounded by blood. “Oh dekta..” she kneels down to your level, placing a hand underneath your head, and another hand underneath your back. “She's in here!” Natasha yells out, alerting the rest of the Avengers.

They rush into the kitchen, widening their eyes as soon as they see you. “Do something– t-take her to the med lab in the tower. Fuck, just help her for god's sake!”

They take you to the lab as quickly as possible, “She just went through an emergency surgery, but,” The woman trails off, looking up at a very worried Natasha. “She's alive. For now, her vitals are normal. Except her oxygen is low, and her heartbeats are slow as well. But thankfully, we have her on an oxygen tank, if anything happens we will call you.”  Dr. Cho says, wiping off her clammy palms on her scrubs.

“What– what were the injuries?” Natasha asks, looking down at your unconscious body lying on the hospital bed. The doctor sighs, “She got hit in the head, and..” she trails off, uncovering the sheet on top of you. “–and stabbed in her abdominal area.”

“Will she wake up soon?” Natasha examines your bruised and beaten-up body, blinking away any tears that form in her eyes. “Well, if the tests are true, then yes. She'll be up in a day or two.” 

The room grew silent till the doctor spoke up, “Ah well, I better get going,” she sends Natasha a pitiful look, “Take care, she's strong. I know she'll make it.” she leaves the room, leaving you and your wife alone.

Natasha looks down at you, grasping your hand

lightly. “I'm so sorry moya lyubov, I should've been there. I shouldn't have left you, god.. the kids– they- they saw you there and I wasn't there for them.” her tears were streaming down her face, dropping down on the hospital bed.

She brings her hand up to wipe them off. Her phone buzzes, a message from the team. ‘The footage of the attack is up, only if you want to see it.’ she sniffles, turning off her phone. “I swear I'll find whoever did this,” she whispers out, praying that you could hear her, just not this last part. “-and I'll kill them.”

She presses a gentle kiss to your bruised-up knuckles before leaving the hospital room. “Where? Where did you see the camera footage?”

She looks at the screen, watching the video play out.

“Nat? Is that you?” you hear a noise somewhere in the distance, knowing the kids were asleep it couldn't possibly be them. Suddenly someone comes up behind you, roughly grabbing onto your hair and slamming your head right onto the marble countertop, leaving a bit of blood behind.

You get out of their grasp, taking out a kitchen knife from the drawers and swing it at them, they easily dodge it. The dizziness you felt from the hit to your head gets to you, causing you to faint and your body to hit the ground.

“Natalia Romanova, we see everything.” they say, taking the knife out from the wall, and bending down to slowly submerge it into your lower stomach, slightly twisting it before pulling it out.

She turns off the video, “I can't– look at it anymore, oh my god.” she sighs, rubbing at her eyes. “Whoever did this, they knew who I was. Before SHIELD, before the Avengers.” she says, her words coming out shaky.

“What do we do now? We don't know who they are, or where they came from.” Steve says with a sigh, leaning back on the wall. “I do. Well, at least where they came from.” your wife looks up at Clint, giving him a knowing look.

He widens his eyes, understanding what she had meant. Natasha pulls out a secret file, and drops it onto the table. “The Red Room, me and Clint thought we took them down before I joined SHIELD, but my nightmares came true,” she takes out a picture.

“Dreykov, their leader.” she points at a woman in the picture, “Melina Vostokoff. She's the scientist.” her vision clouds over with unshed tears. “We have reason to believe that she's still alive,” Clint says, looking at the team. “More importantly, she was my– mother, sort of. Her, and,” Natasha takes out another photo, “Him. Alexei Shostakov, the Red Guardian.”

She clears her throat, taking out a document. “He's currently in prison, he was also close to Dreykov.” Tony steps close to the table with pictures and files spread out all around it, “So.. can we get to him?”

“Hopefully, yes.” she replies.

This went on for days, till you finally woke up that is.

“Mrs. Romanoff has woken up.” Dr. Cho says to Natasha who was sitting in the waiting room with Clint. The pair rush into the hospital room, to find you awake in bed. “Y/N?” Natasha calls out, slowly approaching you.

“Who are you? W-Where am I?” you ask, with a frantic look displayed on your face. The half-smile on the ex-assassins face falters, “What do you mean who am I?” her brows were laced in confusion and worry. “It's me dekta– i-it's Natasha,” she takes a deep breath, her hand longing to touch yours. “You don't recognize me?” she nervously chuckled, her voice cracked as she was already on the verge of tears.

You slowly shake your head ‘No.’

“Alright, come on Nat.” Clint pulls her out of the room and into the hallway. “She doesn't remember me, what do I do? Oh my god– would she remember anyone else? Why can't she remember me?” she rambles, running her fingers through her hair as she paces through the halls.

“Listen. Listen, maybe if you bring the mini Romanoffs here, maybe she'd recognize them. Hopefully, that'll get her to remember you Nat.” he says, hoping that helps ease her worries.

“Well, what if it doesn't? What if she won't ever remember me, remember us.”

Those 3 words had her panicked, "Who are you?"

between us (fives x gn!reader)

summary: the one where fives and his cyare change their rhythm from rough to sweet and soft ♡

pairing: fives x gn!reader (no mention of pronouns)

warnings: (18+) hurt/comfort smut; use of safe word "red"

word count: 1.2k

a/n: remember folks, communication is key! INSPIRED BY THE LOVELY @captaingregorswife

radio: between us, alina baraz

♡ masterlist ♡

He drops his things in the doorway the moment he sees you sprawled on the bed like a homecoming gift. Fives’ mouth falls open before clamping shut, eyes darting up and down as he drinks in your figure — the nakedness of your body; the seduction in your eyes; that teasing little smile… 

   It pulls him in like a siren’s song. He’s dazed, dropping piece by piece of armor until he’s struggling to kick his boots off. His eyes never leave yours as you curl a finger, giggling when he shucks the black fabric of his body glove over his head. When it comes to his pants, you stop him with an arched brow, crawling to the edge of the bed to look up at his smirk. 

   “Hey, baby,” you purr, fingertips sliding past the waistband of his pants to slowly nudge them down. “Welcome home.” 

   He doesn’t speak at first. It’s nothing but a deep, satisfied hum from his chest, tongue flicking to wet his lips as he watches you pull the fabric over the plushness of his thighs and down his legs. He steps out of them and in an instant, pushes his fingers against your shoulder. You’re guided against the mattress, the bed dipping as he climbs over you. 

   “This is a nice surprise,” he murmurs quietly, dipping his head in the crook of your neck to breathe deeply. His nose caresses up your neck, down the shape of your jaw. His eyes are shut but they open the moment he pulls away to look at you, huffing a breath of disbelief. “You gonna make me wait any longer?” 

   “I wouldn’t dare.” 

   You open your legs, accepting the weight of his hips against yours with a groan. Fives’ hands are roaming, searching in between your hips until he finds what he seeks — the length of his stiffness, already swollen and waiting to be touched. He’s impatient, rushed hands gripping your hips to pull you farther down the mattress. 

   You’re holding his gaze when he slips it in, eyes widening at the fullness, the stretch. It drives a groan out of your lips and his, muffled by the kiss he claims. He gives it a moment, a brief second of adjustment, before he begins to buck his hips. Your legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking against the tense muscles of his ass. 

   The bed creaks with each thrust. He’s love but he’s dominating, pushing and pulling with the intent to tear and rebuild. To break down and reform. Drunk gasps break between your mouths as they dance, tongues curling and spit dripping. It trickles down your chin as wild and untamed as his thrusts, which only pick up the pace when the faintest whimper of, “Fives,” manages to slip through your lips. 

   Shocks surge through your legs. Shaking fits cause you to tremble, his fingertips kneading into the skin of your hips as he thrust and grunts and tears his way through every wall that once held him back from touching you. 

   It’s a sudden shove that causes your eyes to water. Rather than pleasure, it brings the faintest wave of pain that makes you grimace. Fives doesn’t notice as he looks down, watching himself slip inside of you over and over with nothing but impatience and carnal intent. 

   Your hands slide up and over his shoulders, tears slipping out of the corner of your eyes as the pain bubbles. For a moment, all you can do is gasp until you can’t do anything but rasp, “F-Fives. R-red.”

   He pauses immediately, eyes wide as he looks at your face. When he notices the tears, he pulls himself out of you, one hand pressed against the mattress while the other cups the side of your face, tilting your chin upwards. You sniffle, reaching up to wipe the tears that slip when he shakes his head, doing it himself with the pad of his thumb. 

   “Mesh’la,” he breathes, pinching his brows together in an expression of guilt. “Was I too rough? Do you want to stop?” 

   “N-No,” you whimper, shaking your head. Cupping both sides of his face, you pull him down to press your foreheads together, your voice soft. “I just got you back… I don’t want to stop. Just… just go a bit softer, okay?” 

   “You sure?” He asks, bringing your hand up to kiss your palm. “I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” 

   “You could never,” you assure, gently dragging your leg along his. “Take your time, love. I’m not going anywhere.” 

   He pulls away to look at you. It isn’t just a glance or a brief graze of his eyes. It’s a long, long stare. The kind of look that brings everything to his eyes — his appreciation and his love. He nods and with a gentle touch, repositions his cock between your legs. With a gentle, easing thrust, he slides into you and it’s unlike anything you experienced before. The fullness comes gradually and his soft touch is like silk. Your body accepts him with ease as he fists the mattress on both sides of your head. 

   Before he can begin moving, he lowers his head and presses his lips against your ear. 

   “You’re my good little cyare, aren’t you?” 

   His thrust is slow — an aching, teasing grind in you, then out. 

   “Say it.” 

   You hardly find the strength to speak, uttering the smallest whisper of, “P-Please-” 

   His chuckle is low, vibrating through his chest and into yours. It sends goosebumps up your legs and down your spine, sweat dripping down your neck.

   Again, he moves. Slow and gentle. In, pressing his hips to yours, then out, all the way to his tip. 

   “Say it,” he demands, soft yet sturdy. 

   “I’ll b-be your good little cyare…” Your voice is a whimper that makes him smirk against your neck. He presses kiss after kiss, teasing the softest bite against your jugular to make you groan. 

   “Fucking perfect,” he grunts, driving his hips in and out, over and over again with the softness you ached for. The love you yearned for in his absence. 

   He’s fucking you with the gentleness of a praising lover, his hands clenching the sheets with white knuckles while his body writhes. Every muscle contracts and flexes, the plain of his back rippling like a river. He keeps his nose against your neck, sucking and licking and biting with restraint. Each smooth buck of his hips is met with a kiss to your jaw… your cheek… the faintest path left behind by the tears in the corner of your eyes. 

   When his lips meet your forehead, he goes still and you feel him tense within the comfort of your heat. His hips press to your waist, tight and needy yet safe. His breath is a shudder, shaky and blissed as he dips his head to catch your lips in a kiss — one that ends with a bite to your bottom lip. 

   “Say it again.” 

   A soft, gentle demand whispered against your mouth. 

   You look into his eyes and smile. 

   “I’ll always be your good little cyare,” you murmur, caressing his jaw with the pad of your fingertip. “And you’ll always be mine.” 

   He hums. “Yeah?” 

   You nod and he chuckles, shaking his head. 

   “Then let me show you how good your little cyare can be…”

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mommeeeetttt,,,,,

mountain in the kitchen eating a banana cuz he wanted a quick snack!! aeth walks in and sees him eating the last banana and gets upset (he wanted it) so mountain playfully offers to feed it to him, but aeth will never say no to nana!! Mountain tries to push it as far as he can cuz he wants to see if aeth will gag (he doesn't lol just stares at him like ??? and takes the BIGGEST bite off the banana) Mountain is kind of surprised but also turned on!! asks aether if he can also take him without gagging (bc monster ghock amiright?) the rest is up to you <3

Raavveeennnnn. Finally. FINALLY. getting to the banana fic. <3 <3

Aether doesn't have a gag reflex. Mountain feels like he should have known that before now. It's important information, crucial even.

He holds Aether's gaze, as the banana disappears into Aether's waiting mouth. Aether winks at him. He reaches up to take the banana from Mountain's grasp so he can actually eat it. Mountain lets it go without a though, he's too busy watching Aether pull it out of his throat and take a sizable bite. He swallows, his mouth is dry. "Why are you looking at me like that," Aether asks, happily taking another bite of the banana that was supposed to be Mountain's breakfast.

"You didn't--I thought you'd--"

"What? Gag?" Aether winks at him again and turns headed out of the kitchen. "I've had bigger things in my throat than this." "What about me?" Mountain says, all in a rush. He doesn't plan to say anything, the words just spill out of him. He feels his face heat as soon as they're out.

Aether's sucked Mountain off plenty of times. But never like that. He rarely gets deep-throated. There's a lot of him to swallow down, and he's just as happy with a good old-fashioned blow job. Or, at least, he was until this exact second. Aether licks his lips. His eyes dart down to the front of Mountain's sweatpants. His cock is already fattening up against the fabric, there's no hiding it. "I can do it," Aether says, confidently, almost nonchalant, like it's a foregone conclusion.

"You never have."

"You never asked." "I--"

Aether's on his knees in front of Mountain before Mountain has fully comprehended what's happening. Aether reaches up, pulls Mountain's sweatpants down, and curls his fingers around his half-hard cock.

Mountain thinks about stopping him. It's 10am. They're in the kitchen. But then Aether's rolling his foreskin back and sucking the head into his mouth and Mountain's brain turns off. Shuts up. Relents. Mountain rests one hand on the back of Aether's head. He braces himself on a chair with the other. As Aether sucks more of him into his mouth, works him to full hardness. Mountain isn't sure what he expects. Something slow maybe, Aether building himself up to take him. But that isn't what he gets. Instead, Aether takes him fully in one go. A slow easy slide until Aether's nose is pressed into the coarse curls at the base of Mountains' cock. He doesn't gag. He doesn't sputter. Instead, he looks up at Mountain, doe-eyed, lips and throat stretched around him. And Mountain feels his knees go weak. Aether swallows around him and Mountain can't fight the sound that comes out of him, can't help the way his hips twitch forward. Aether pulls off and Mountain watches each slick inch emerge from his plush lips with rapt attention. "Told you," Aether says with a grin. Then he pushes away. He stands up. Mountain grabs for him but Aether slips out of his fingers. "What? Wait--"

Aether uses his thumb to wipe an invisible drop of drool from the corner of his mouth. "Did you want something else?" Mountain blushes. He glances down at his wet cock, then back up at Aether. He'd like to say something, but he doesn't know how to get his brain back online enough to put his dick away, never mind find words to ask Aether what's happening. "Don't worry big guy," Aether says, turning and heading for the door. "I'll finish you off later."

Halloween Saga - Part 8

"You think I have to cut it?" Bella mumbled, feeling Wendy's fingers in her hair. Wendy was being terribly gentle, but still Lucas was watching her like a hawk from across the room.

"No, I don't think so," Wendy tsked under her breath as she inspected the stitch job in the back of Bella's head, "hon, how the fuck did you not feel you had a damn hole in your head?"

"Luke said it's not that bad," Bella whined and he had the decency of blushing, although he was still pretending not to be paying attention to their conversation and going through his phone.

"Well, Luke lied," Wendy traced it on her scalp and Bella shuddered, even if the touch was so gentle she could barely feel it.

"How big is it?"

"About the size of my hand... In a Z format, it starts on your left side near the nape and goes to the top of your right ear."

"Your hands are not that big," Lucas said and Wendy showed him her tongue, dropping Bella's curls back down and helping her seat back against the pillows.

"And the holes the doctor opened...?" Bella inspected her face in the small hand mirror Wendy had brought upon her request, after Lucas had answered, unhelpfully, You look beautiful whenever she asked how the wounds looked.

"It's only four," Wendy lightly touched her over the left ear, "one, two, three, four" her pointer finger stopped on the apex of Bell's head, "they're not large. Impeccable suturing... And he drilled in the middle of the bone flap, that's unusual-"

"Okay, that's enough," Luke planted his hands on his thighs with enough force to cause a clap, springing up, "you're gonna make her sick."

Wendy rolled her eyes, "she's fine!"

"She is right here," Bella groaned, but to Luke's credit she did look vaguely nauseous and Wendy hadn't noticed, "I don't wanna know anymore."

"Sorry, sorry," Wendy blushed, face burning as she pulled her hand back, just as the door opened and Vince walked in.

"Don't you knock?" Bella groaned, sinking against the pillows and letting her eyes slip closed for a minute. Vince cringed, knocking on the now closed door.

"Sorry?"

Wendy shot him a glance and Vince pointed the door with his thumbs, "uhm, Luke, can we chat?"

"Now?" Lucas said, looking nervously between Bella and Vince. She rolled her eyes, sleepily.

"Go, I'm not going to die if you leave me alone for a sec," she smiled and he looked more disappointed than reassured as he nodded and followed Vince outside.

"What does Vin want?" Bella yawned and Wendy snorted.

"Nothing," she pushed a curl away from Bell's eyes, "get your vampire of a husband out in the sun for the first time in four days."

"He does look like a vampire now," Bella giggled, before wincing and shutting up. Wendy scowled at her.

"Are you in pain? You have to tell us, honey, your pain tolerance is really high and-"

Bella let out a shaky breath and said quietly, "no, not in pain..." she gulped down, "I feel kinda sick..."

"Kinda?" Wendy raised an eyebrow, getting up from the little corner of the mattress she was sitting on and crossing the room to grab the emesis basin, "are you going to kinda barf?"

"Maybe," Bella scoffed, taking the basin with a trembling hand. She leaned over it, gagging softly and closing her eyes. Her back arched with a retch a second later and Wendy rushed to steady the basin with one hand, the other keeping the hair away from Bell's mouth.

She heard the ginger retch again, followed by a whimper and then a splash of sick fell in the basin. Bella gasped, "why... Why- It's blood...?"

Wendy glanced down worriedly, before letting out a giggle, letting go of the basin to rub her friend's back, "it's strawberry jell-o, Bell."

"Oh..." Bella groaned, although a small smile tugged at the corner of her lip for a brief moment, quickly wiped away as her stomach clenched again and she had to lean over the bowl.

Wendy hated the whimpers and little groans she could hear, they were so unlike Bella, almost uncanny, "you're alright, darling, shh..." Wendy said, feeling beyond useless and continuing to rub her back, "get it up and then we'll get some nausea medication on you, okay?"

"Hurts, Wendy..." Bella cried quietly and Wendy's heart sunk as she saw tears streaming down the corners of her eyes, whole face scrunched up with pain.

"Your stomach?"

"N-nu-oh god," Bella gagged again, coughing and starting to openly cry, "my head..."

"Okay, okay," Wendy whispered, crouching down and grabbing Bell's shoulders, forcing her to straighten up, "take a deep breath, honey, you're just making yourself sicker."

Bella gagged at the movement, squeezing her eyes shut, but Wendy didn't let go even when it seemed she was going to throw up again. Instead she brought up the bin to place it right under Bell's chin in case she was sick, urging her to breathe out of her mouth.

It took her a minute, but Bella eventually opened her eyes, still staring up, her lashes all clumped together with tears, "I'm fine."

"Yeah, you look fine," Wendy said ironically, lowering the basis and cupping her friend's cheeks, "let me see your eyes, honey."

"I'm okay, really," Bella mumbled, bloodshot blue eyes looking at Wendy. Her pupils were alright, same size.

"Okay, can you drink some water?"

The ginger hesitated, before nodding, "I can try."

"Here, Bell..." Wendy passed her a paper cup with a mini straw sticking out and Bella took it with shaky hands, taking the smallest of sips and then a bigger one when the water didn't make her immediately gag.

She passed the cup back to Wendy, sinking in the pillows, "this sucks."

"You'll be out of here soon," Wendy sat on the edge of the mattress, squeezing her friend's hand, "you're recovering very fast to the extent of the damage."

Bella let out a disbelieving scoff, before she eyed up the small woman before her, "I'm so sorry..."

Wendy's brows connected in confusion, "whatever for...?"

"The party- The band... The drug. I fucked it all up..."

"How was any of that your fault, Bells?" Wendy's frown broke in a smile and she tugged lightly on Bella's hospital gown when she didn't get a reaction, "I don't blame you for any of that, Bella."

"I hired the band, I got that creep near you. I left you alone, with my glass-"

"Nonsense," Wendy rolled her eyes, "none of that is your fault. By this logic, then it's my fault you had to have brain surgery."

Bella frowned, confused, "no, it's not-"

"Then it's settled, the party is also not your fault," Wendy grinned when the ginger made a face, clearly wanting to argue against the logic trap.

They quieted up and Wendy was sure Bella was about to doze off, when instead she opened her eyes, looking around the room and smiling.

"Thank you for the flowers, by the way..." she yawned, chin touching her collarbone as Bella's energy started to die down once again.

Wendy frowned, "I didn't send you flowers, honey..." she looked around the room for the first time, since all the times she had been inside, her entire focus had been on Bella.

The ginger frowned, "Jonah's?"

"I don't think so," Wendy got up, inspecting the collection of orchids and roses that littered the room, "maybe it was Luke?"

"Lucas hasn't shaved all week, he didn't buy me flowers," Bella yawned, blinking against sleep, "maybe Leo."

"Maybe," Wendy relented, not saying out loud that she doubted it. She heard Bella let out a sleepy sigh and then quiet down as she dozed off behind her, so Wendy crouched next to a big vase, turning it around to reveal a simple white card. It wasn't handwritten, someone had called the flower shop, not bought the flowers themselves.

"Get well soon, Kit" Wendy read out loud, turning her head to look at Bella, but the other woman was out like a lamp, "what a jerk," Wendy whispered under her breath, putting the card back in place.

----------------

Vince wasn't expecting Lucas to leave the room so easily, so it was much to his surprise when Wendy's plan to get their friend out of the ICU for a couple hours worked.

"So?" Luke asked, rubbing a hand over his face, "what did you wanna talk about...?"

"Nothing, I was just wondering the last time you ate. Or slept. Or showered. Or-"

"Fuck off, Vin," Lucas groaned, turning around to go back in Bella's room, but Vince reached out and grabbed the back of his t-shirt, keeping him in place easily, like a person holding a cat by the scruff.

"Hey! Vince, let me go-"

"Bella isn't going to die if you step away from her for a little bit," Vince pulled him away from the door, "we're gonna have lunch and then stop by your place so you can get out of these clothes, because frankly Luke, you desperately need a shower. Some sleep wouldn't hurt either."

"I don't know..." Lucas looked at the door again, "she's-"

"Fine, she's fine. Wendy is with her and her mom is coming in a couple hours to spend the night. You're leaving, c'mon," Vince pushed his best friend in front of him and started nudging Luke down the hallway.

He wasn't surprised at all when Luke tried to insist on driving, but upon being shoved on the passenger's seat he had promptly fallen asleep. Vince rolled his eyes, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel and leaning back with a yawn of his own as he drove the short distance between the hospital and Lucas' house.

"We're here," Vince quelled the big brother urge to poke Luke as hard as he could, instead settling for a gentle shake of his arm, "Luke, we're here, c'mon..."

Lucas blinked dizzily, seeming to be lost, so Vince circled the car and opened his door, "c'mon, bro, you can pass out inside..." he grabbed Luke's arm, manhandling him out of the car and his best friend slumped against him, still half asleep.

Together they stumbled inside, Vince saying a simple "nu-uh," when Lucas tried to fall down on the couch, pushing him further inside the house.

Luke's bed was still undone, the entire house was a mess, but not that the man cared, because he immediately fell into it and buried his face in Bella's pillow, letting out a big sigh, "I could sleep until next year."

Vince snorted at the comment after he had been such a pain about leaving the hospital, moving around the room to grab the ditched clothes and blankets, opening a window, "tell me about it."

He thought Lucas was back asleep, so Vince nearly jumped out of his skin when he finished sorting up the bathroom and walked back in the room and Luke said, "I was a dick to her."

"Jesus, don't do that," Vince whispered, clutching his chest, before he frowned as he understood what Lucas said, "to Bell?"

He nodded, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling, "and then she wasn't... She was so scared, Vin, and I couldn't do anything and- And I thought she'd die and-" his voice broke and Vince winced in sympathy, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"She didn't die, Luke," he said softly, "and couples fight, it was just a terrible coincidence that you guys fought that night. Bella knows how much you love her..."

Lucas shook his head, half sitting up on the bed and pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes, "I was so fucking useless. She- She nearly died and-"

Vince lunged forward as he noticed Lucas' breath catching, his whole face red. He tugged on his shirt and pulled his best friend into a hug and it was all that it took for Luke to let out the tears he was trying, and failing, to keep away.

He shook with a string of sobs and Vince pressed his cheek to Luke's temple, squeezing him tightly, "she's okay, you're both okay," he whispered into his best friend's hair and the other man let out a watery scoff, hugging him back just as tight.

It took far too long for the sobs to stop and for Vince to feel like he could pull back. Once he finally did, Lucas hurried to wipe the red tear marks, sniffling as he said with a rough voice, "sorry-"

"Don't apologize to me," Vince flicked at his forehead with a fond eyeroll, "I'm going to order us dinner, you go wash up," he got up from the bed, giving Luke a little bit of privacy to collect himself.

The sun had already set outside when they met in Luke and Bell's tiny living room, with bags of take out between them, some movie playing on the background that neither of them was paying attention to. Now clean shaved and with his humid hair falling limply around his face, Lucas looked ten years younger.

"You know, I'm actually eager to go back to classes," Vince said and Lucas let out a little snort, angrily stabbing a veggie in his bowl of ramen.

"Feels stupid," he scoffed, "feels like a waste of my time."

"You don't mean that," Vince rolled his eyes, "you don't mean this at all, you're the one who loves college."

Lucas leveled him with a sad, empty stare, "what are you going to do in six months when we graduate?"

Vince's eyebrows shot up as he was faced with the direct question, "well, get a new place for starters."

"Right," Luke urged him to go on, gesturing with his chopsticks, "not moving in with Wendy then."

"I don't think so, no," Vince shrugged, "get a new place, start looking for a job in education. Troy said he'd want me to keep working at the museum, bigger shifts, presenting the expositions... I like doing that, I'm not bothered," he stared at the bottom of his bowl, "you?"

Lucas shrugged and Vince waited until the silence turned uncomfortable, "Luke?"

"I don't fucking know," Lucas said sourly and Vince tried to figure out if the bitterness was genuine or just a product of the hellish five days that had passed, "I always said politics, but... Running for something? Feels- I don't know, I don't think I want that anymore."

"You got two degrees, Luke, you can do whatever you want," Vince pointed out gently, "have you talked with Bella about this?"

He shook his head, biting the end of the wooden chopstick, "I'm embarrassed of telling her I have no fucking idea what I'm gonna do with myself. She's been working since she was legally allowed to- Hell, before that, actually. She's got it all figured out... I just-" he snapped his mouth shut, "college was easier."

Vince opened a lopsided grin, "yeah, that's kinda the whole point," he said, leaning back against the cushions, "you have time to figure it out, you're freaking yourself out like you do, Luke."

"I should've taken business," Lucas sighed and Vince raised an eyebrow.

"Business?" he repeated, food forgotten, "you hate business. You're almost flunking statistics. Why-"

"Dad said I should've gone for business, I'd get a job in running the managing side of his career-"

"Fuck that," Vince shook his head, "fuck that, and sorry, but fuck your dad too, he clearly doesn't know you. You'd be miserable, Lucas."

"At least I wouldn't be useless," his friend said quietly, rubbing at his forehead, "I keep thinking- I'm that guy who peaked in high school, Vince, except it was college. That's it. And- And I convinced Bella to get back with me and now I married her and one day she's going to realize she can do so much better-"

"You're spiraling," Vince kicked his friend's thigh lightly, rolling his eyes, "you don't mean any of that, Luke. You're spiraling because you haven't slept in five days and because you had to feel powerless and scared when Bella was unresponsive and because you talked with your stupid dad-"

"It doesn't make anything I said less true," Lucas glared at him and Vince let out a tired sigh.

"You didn't peak in college, Luke, and Bella loves you. She looks at you like you hung the fucking moon. You're just scared, dude, and that's fine, I am too-"

"No, you're not," Lucas pointed out, "you know what you're going to do, you'll be like the school's coolest teacher and probably become a principal in five years or whatever-"

"I hate doing management, I'd never become a principal," Vince grinned, "I think that you should talk about this with Bell. That's the point, right? You married the girl, you wanna spend the rest of your life with her... Then maybe talk about the rest of your life."

"Psych major much?"

"I'm getting my milage out of psych 101," Vince said humorously, smiling sadly, "so... Is your dad coming over? Jonah mentioned you called him..."

"Nah," Lucas' tentative smile vanished, replaced by a polite, painful one. Something automatic, "he's busy."

"He's busy," Vince repeated, trying to wrap his mind around it. Trying to imagine if his dad wouldn't show up if Wendy had been at the hospital for five days and Vince been beyond distraught.

"Yeah, he's launching a new Christmas album, so it's a whole thing," Lucas picked at his nails, "it's fine. I talked with Chloe-"

"Chloe?" Vince frowned, once again feeling left out. He always had this sensation whenever Lucas' background came up. Like he didn't know his best friend at all, "who the fuck is Chloe?"

"She's dad's insurance broker," Luke explained, "she's the one who got the specialist from Boston when I told her what was going on-"

"You told- Have you talked with him since?" Vince wanted to rattle Lucas, explain to him that that wasn't normal. That fathers weren't supposed to be like that, "hell, has he even called to ask about Bella?"

"He sent flowers," Luke shrugged, "trust me, he knows exactly what's going on here. He'd microchip me like a chimp if he was allowed," sounding more like himself, Lucas rolled his eyes and Vince looked away from him.

"He sent flowers," he bit the inside of his cheek, munching on the anger, thinking of Jonah's face when he mentioned Luke had called his father, the annoyance he had seen there. Vin forcefully shook his head to push the thoughts away, "are you done? You should go to sleep."

"Thank dad," Luke said cheekily, pushing the now cold ramen around, "I'm not that hungry to be honest... I... Thank you. For taking me out of the hospital and-" he gestured with his head, "everything else."

Vince shrugged, yawning against his hand, "I was doing everyone else a favor, you needed to shower," he teased and Lucas snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Will you stay?"

"If you want m-"

"Yeah, please," he nodded eagerly and Vince hummed in agreement.

"But we're sharing the bed, I refuse to sleep in this tiny couch," he said, causing Lucas to chuckle.

"Yeah yeah, you just like cuddling."

"Please, you snore."

right where you left me..

summary: austin comes back from filming only to tell you he’s met another girl

warning: angst, heartbreak

you sat crossed legged in the dim light of the fancy restaurant austin told you to meet him. you were practically vibrating in excitement. he’d been away in ohio filming bike riders for some time now, but he was finally coming home to you.

he’d been distant lately, much to your concern. he texted, but only a few times a day. he only answered the phone right before he went to sleep, which limited your conversations and, predictably, put on a strain on your relationship. you were sure once he was back in your arms that you both would be okay.

you took extra time getting ready for tonight. you shaved every hair on your body, moisturized every nook and cranny, put on his favorite perfume, and even tweezed some stray brow hairs. you put on a nice, low-cut back dress and pinned your hair up with a few strands falling down to frame your face.

cut back to reality, you were checking the small gold watch on your wrist over and over. 5 minutes late, 8 minutes late, 12, 15, 20.

at the 25 minute mark, you saw your golden boy rush through the doors. his eyes were searching for you, his tense shoulders relaxing when he saw you in the back corner of the huge, but quiet, room. you stood with your hands clasped together in front of you. you bit your lip in excitement and finally made his way to you.

“hi.” he said quietly, bending down to hug you. you were taken aback by his behavior, usually he’d nearly break your body in half with his embrace and he’d smother you with kisses, never caring about anyone who might be watching. you laughed, brushing it off. maybe he’s just tired.

“hi, you.” you muttered back, he loosened his grip, stepping back and sitting in the booth. your eyesbrows furrowed, but you followed his actions, sitting across from him. “something wrong?”

“i, uh—” he got cut off by the waitress coming over with a bottle of wine and two glasses, you both smiled gratefully at her and watched as she left. “how have you been?” he asked, which confused you further. he was never like this. so… vague. you worried on your bottom lip with your teeth, tucking a hair behind your ear.

“i’ve been— been good. bored without you.” you laughed slightly, but he didn’t. it was then that you noticed the usual sparkle in his eyes dim. the rosiness that normally tinted his cheeks had completely vanished. a lump formed in your throat, tears already threatening to pool at your waterline. “aus, what’s going on?”

“you are… the best thing,” he sniffled, looking down. he couldn’t make eye contact with you knowing he was about to break you. he loved you. he loved you so, so much. but the girl waiting for him at his house had captured him. captured his heart and soul without a moments notice. he didn’t mean for it to happen. he was happy with you, even thought about proposing and moving somewhere a little more family friendly than los angeles. “you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, y/n.”

“but..” you leaned forward, begging him to continue. your hands had dropped down to your lap, your fingers picking at the skin around your thumbs. you didn’t necessarily need him to answer, you knew what was going through his head, you always did. you wanted to hear him say it to your face.

“i met someone. in ohio.” he voice was thick with sadness, the last word of his sentence coming out in a broken mutter. “y/n… i don’t know how to do this.”

“you love her?” you tried to smile at him, but when your cheeks lifted a tear slipped down. austin leaned forward to catch it, but you backed away, wiping it with your index finger.

“i’m so sorry. you’ll never know how sorry i am.” austin shook his head, trying to make you look at him. “y/n.”

“5 years.” you whispered to yourself, looking up at him for the first time since he admitted his new love. “5 years, austin.”

he flinched when you said his full name, but he didn’t know why. your usual nicknames and pet names always made him so happy and he never really realized how much he hated hearing you say his full name. he thought about chickening out, say it was all a joke, but she was at his home. she was waiting for him.

“it’s new.” he shrugged with a sad smile. “it’s new and she was there when i had no one.”

“you had me.” you interrupted sternly, causing patrons to look over at you, but you didn’t care. “anytime you called, i picked up. 2 am, 4 am. it didn’t matter, as long as i got to hear your voice. and you’re telling me you had no one? i stayed here, without you, rooting for you and supporting you in whatever you did. and you’re sitting here acting sorry for cheating on me.”

“y/n, that’s not how—”

“just go.” you muttered, rubbing the side of your neck with your hand and looking down at your lap. the wine glass stayed untouched as he stood up. his eyes admired you for a few more moments. he begged himself to say something, touch you, apologize, anything. instead, he just nodded to himself and walked out of the restaurant. the tears you had been holding back finally rolled down your face and you didn’t your best to dab them away with the cloth napkin sitting on the table, but to no avail. you didn’t sob, you didn’t chase after him. you just stayed, silently staring at the place he’d just been sitting.

you sat for so long, your fingers playing with the rim of the wine glass before you finally brought it up to your lips to take a sip. a sip turned into a glass and a glass turned into the whole bottle. you could feel dust settling on your pinned up hair, hearing guests mutter about what a sad sight you were. you didn’t know why you stayed. maybe you thought he’d change your mind and come back to you.

crossed legged in the dim light, you stayed there.

right where he left you.

Orange Slices (Joel Miller x f!reader)

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story summary: A story about finding companionship and love in the midst of chaos.

a/n:  Another fun chapter to write lol. Also, I really don't know anything about horses (or riding horses) and tried to do research to the best of my ability, so if anything is inaccurate, I apologize!

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Chapter Twelve

The moment your brain processes what came out of James’ mouth, Joel is back, you start shoveling everything back into your backpack: your journal, the book you bought with you, the water canteen, everything that found its way out of your bag. As you’re frantically wrapping up what’s left of your sandwich, it slips out of the paper wrapping and falls to the ground; the top piece of bread tumbles a few feet away from the rest and the one thinly sliced tomato is now covered in dirt and small rocks. At this moment, you couldn’t care less, not even giving it a second thought and leaving it there for the birds and animals to have at it. As soon as you have everything in order, you’re flying down the rugged path, your legs moving faster than you thought possible. Strands of hair keep finding their way in your mouth and you have put your arms out in front of you to shield your face from the overgrown bushes and trees. On a handful of occasions, you nearly slip on the loose gravel, sending a shock of adrenaline shooting through your veins.

When you get to the barn, Lucky seems to be overwhelmed by your erratic behavior, she softly neighs in suspicion, carefully watching you as you frantically untie her reins from the rotting wood post. The worn leather fumbles under your thumbs, causing you to become slightly frustrated at how slow it was taking. As soon as you mount her, she breaks out into full speed, taking you back toward the main gates without any sort of direction coming from you. The wind is cold on your face, you can feel the tip of your nose become raw due to wind burn. A small group of four guards are very slowly making their way back to the community, presumably coming back from the dam. Lucky rushes past, causing them to turn their heads at you. Where’d she come from, you hear one of them say.

Lucky is still at a sprint as she comes up to the gates. The moment your weight shifts onto one stirrup as you begin to demount her, she hastily slows down, letting you drop to the ground without falling. You’re holding onto her reins tightly, you can feel the palm of your hand begin to perspiration as you scan the entrance with tunnel vision, completely ignoring the guards approaching you.

“Can you…” You don’t finish your sentence as you hand her off to one of the guards, looking past them into the community. Oh, I guess, okay… you hear them mumble under their breath, their tone sounding seemingly confused, but not entirely put off by your request. Wiping your palms on the bottom of your thin thermal long sleeve, you continue searching for Joel. An intense feeling of anticipation and worry rises in your chest, almost catching you off guard. Would they have taken him to the infirmary? The thought suddenly occurs to you. Whoever called it in said there was one survivor, not specifying what physical state they were in. You come to a dead stop, spinning slowly around in a circle, your eyes shifting from one side to the other as you turn. Joel is nowhere in sight. 

In the corner of your eye, you see the door to the guard trailer swing open. Nora is slowly walking out with her head down, distracted by her clipboard; she's scribbling something onto the piece of paper, her face is screwed tight as she concentrates. She definitely knows where he’s at, you think, immediately sending your body into action, charging toward her as she turns her back toward you. 

“Joel’s back?” You grab Nora by her shoulder as soon as you’re within an arm’s reach, pressing your fingertips firmly into her. She swiftly turns around on one heel looking you up and down with an insulted expression and holding her clipboard in front of her as if it were a shield. Nora doesn’t say anything initially, just glaring at you in return. “ Where is he? ”

“Who said he–” She looks around her, keeping her eyes narrowed and her voice hushed, seemingly not wanting anyone to overhear. Of course they would want to keep this on the downlow , you think. 

“Don’t fuck with me, Nora,” You cut her off, not attempting to keep the volume of your voice down. You’re in no the mood to play anyone’s childish games today. “I heard James on the radio.”

Her chest expands outward as she deeply sucks in some air through her teeth, her eyes shifting upward in annoyance.

“You’re not supposed to be on that channel,” She monotonously responds, hardening her expression. Her fingertips turn white under her first grasp on the clipboard. You give her a challenging look, not giving up on your mission to find Joel. She eventually gives up, rolling her eyes and pointing in the direction of the trailer. “ Whatever… he’s in there. By the way, James knows you–”

You promptly push past her, nearly sending her to the ground. Hey, what the fuck, you can hear her call after you with hostility in her words, but in the moment you don’t care. You just want to see Joel and have the reassurance that he’s okay.

The door isn’t completely latched when you reach for the pull handle, allowing you to enter the trailer unnoticed; the door lets out a quiet, barely audible squeak as you ease it back closed with one of your hands. Joel is standing at the edge of one of the countertops in the back half of the trailer, leaning his hip against the edge. The trailer had been completely stripped bare and remodeled by Tommy into a command center for the higher up guards once Jackson became more of an established community. Beside the cabinetry, there were a few narrow tables and cushioned benches lining the wall up. 

Joel is distracted, completely occupied by something, probably a map of some sort, on the counter. From this angle you can see that he’s slowly dragging his finger along it. For a short moment, you take advantage of him not knowing you're there; staring at him, unable to breathe. It’d be really fucked up if I woke up right now, you think. The way this happened– it feels just like one of your many dreams you had about his return.

“You’re back,” You finally bring yourself to say something, your voice coming as a surprise even to yourself. Joel’s head shoots in the direction of your voice, his eyes undeniably full of remorse and almost a hint of relief the second he sees it’s you. 

He abandons what he had been looking at, turning around to face you completely; leaning back, he places his palms flat down on the counter, curling his fingers around the edge. You notice his swollen, freshly bruised knuckles turn white, blood pooling in his fingertips. Once the initial realization dissipates, he straightens himself up and brings his hands in front of him, adjusting his cracked watch. Your eyes move downward, now taking notice of the crimson blood mixed with dirt on the top of them, expanding up his arms. Whatever happened out there must’ve been bad, but he seems okay; upright, breathing, you think, a sense of relief overtaking your worry. 

“I had some… loose ends I needed to tie up,” He responds softly, almost too carefully. You dart your eyes back up to his face, the gash above his eyebrow now stands out, along with a busted lip. He’s very obviously avoiding any eye contact with you. His lips are slightly parted, making it evident he doesn’t know what else to say.

In response, you slightly nod at his bullshit answer, pursing your lips and raising your eyebrows at him. You let some air inaudibly escape past your lips, dragging your finger along the surface of one of the tables. His muscles tense up as you walk closer to him, though he remains still. You stop when there's only a few feet separating the two of you, looking up at him with wide eyes. His throat bobs as he finally brings himself to match your gaze.

“For a year?” Your words come out as a painful croak, your throat starting to itch and burn. “It took you a year to wrap things up? What does that even mean?” 

He brings his hand up to your collar, fixing it back into its proper position; running the tattered edge between his fingers before letting his hand drop to his side, bringing his dark, heavy eyes back up to meet yours. Joel looks a lot more worn down since you last saw him, it would be alarming under any other circumstance. His worry lines have become deeper, his eyes hold a deeper sense of sadness and dissatisfaction; you didn’t think that was even possible. Your emotions quickly take over your rational thought, and you don’t think before you speak.

“You didn’t even say goodbye… to Tommy, or… to—“ You press further, wanting answers from him, but not knowing where to even begin. He redirects his eyes to the floor, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth and lightly gnawing on it. You continue to carefully watch him, attentive enough to catch any change in his microexpressions. You’ve learned, at least with him, those are more telling than words would ever convey. Joel clears his throat, his shoulders raised in discomfort. 

Taking another small step closer, you bring your hand up to his chin, turning his face so you can see the deep cut just above his eyebrow a bit better; semi-dried blood clings to his eyelid and his cheek. Joel’s jaw tenses up the longer you look, shifting his weight underneath him. He gently grabs your wrist, that familiar roughness of his palm rubbing against your skin. 

“You do patrol now?” He changes the subject, slowly pulling your hand away from his face. Joel takes a few steps to the side to create more distance between you and him.

“Yeah, after you left, I too-” You start to say, but the sound of the door aggressively banging up against the metal exterior of the trails makes you stop mid sentence and look over your shoulder. James enters the trailer. He has a tight grip on his gun which is slung over his shoulder and his hair is messily tousled. Of fucking course, the thought pops into your mind the moment see it’s him . You quickly roll your eyes, turning your body completely to face him. Tommy shortly follows behind him, the door snapping shut. 

“Yeah, I showed her how to do things properly ,” James interrupts, his eyes narrowing in Joel’s direction. You can see the muscles in his jaw tense up. 

You turn your head toward Joel, who does the same, and you give him a shy smile. Joel lets outs a small awkward laugh, slowly nodding his low hanging head; only lifting it when Tommy clears his throat.

“ Joel, ” Tommy says tightlipped, approaching Joel. You take a few steps back, pushing yourself up against the side to make room. “You know the drill by now, gotta go see Maria ‘n talk.” 

“No welcome train for me this time?” Joel says darkly. Tommy doesn’t react, still staring at Joel stone faced.

“You comin’ too?” Tommy half turns and directs towards James.

“I’ll catch up in a minute,” He responds, his voice is uptight sounding, tension is thick in the tone. Fuck, you close your eyes, not wanting to deal with James right now.

Joel stiffly reaches across from you, grabbing his backpack which was sitting on the bench next to you; your eyes linger on each other as his arm brushes up against yours. The hair on your arm raises at the close proximity, you don’t want him to leave– not now. You try to control your breathing, knowing James is carefully watching you. Ever since the two of you have gotten closer , Joel has become an especially sore subject. Even the mention of his name in passing conversation can turn his mood sour in an instant. You know that deep down he knows what Joel means to you. You’ve never talked to him about it directly, but you’re sure the way you reacted when he left made it very apparent. With James being the only one there for you during that period of time, there’s no way he doesn’t have a tiny bit of an inkling.

The door to the trailer snaps shut once again, the latch still doesn’t latch, leaving a thin streak of sunlight beaming across the floor and walls. You can hear some of the guards talking outside, although not clear enough to hear what they’re saying. James backpedals, pulling on the handle more forcibly so it fully closes– the loud slam causes you to shudder– he then slowly walks over to you, his posture becoming more relaxed now that it’s just the two of you. An anxiousness unmistakably radiates off of him; his face is long, excessive worry exudes from his eyes. James takes a seat on one of the cushioned benches underneath one of the windows right next to where you’re standing and leans back, spreading his legs. 

“Where have you been?” His voice is soft, yet bitter as he speaks, his hands now clasped together laying in his lap. He sounds like your father when you’d miss curfew. You begin to chew on the inner flesh of your cheek, your cheeks becoming warm. “You were late, again might I add , and you never called in…” 

Your eyes widen. Fuck, I forgot, the realization hitting you like a truck You really were on one today, first with the dam and now not calling in. This only works if you keep your end of things up and running, no mistakes or minor slip ups. You force yourself to swallow the excess saliva that has built up in your mouth.

“I do my job, I—“ You stumble on your words, though you know nothing will be good enough of an excuse as to why you didn’t call in– not for James. It’s one of the first rules they teach you in training, and probably the most important rule of being a guard and doing patrol; always communicate, always call in, over communicating is better than under communicating. You can vividly hear Maria’s voice in your head.

“Well apparently not today,” He snaps back, the aggressiveness behind his words make you flinch. It hurts coming from him, even though you know it’s a well deserved scolding. James already puts his neck out enough for you as it is. “You’re lucky with how things turned out–”

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,” You match his tone which upsets him more.

“Sorry isn’t enough,” James instantly spits back, you can see the muscles in his neck tense up and red coming to the surface in both his cheeks.

“Why are you so fucking uptight right now,” You become defensive, grasping at anything that might make him think he’s in the wrong here.

“Why?” He says in disbelief. A line appears between his eyebrows as he cocks his head to one side. The way he’s looking at you is as if it should be obvious. “Probably because I fucking care about you… when they called in what happened at the dam, all I could think about was you and how you were supposed to be there today, and how you didn’t call in to clear it yet. You could’ve been dead for all I know.” 

You lower your head, understanding his concern and anger. A deep feeling of guilt and embarrassment resonates deep inside of you. 

“Maybe it’s not a good idea for you to go out by yourself anymore,” He adds, his voice now sounding threatening. 

“What? No , James,” You immediately shoot back. “It slipped my mind…I promise it was just a one time mistake, I–”

“It’s not just because of that. What happened at the dam– you shouldn’t be out there with no one to help you if something like this happens again. Despite what many people in the community think, there’s still so many dangers outside of these walls,” He says and you know he’s right. “Maria’s concerned as well, questioning my judgment now… Did you see anything when you were there?” 

“No, everything looked fine, like it hadn’t been touched since last time I was there, at least. I don’t know about the others who checked it after that,” You sound defeated, looking around as you try to recollect the details of your sweep; your eyes wander, running along the papers, notes from guards, and the countless maps with various markings all tacked up to the wall. Your mind is blank.

“It’s just, uh–” His voice goes dry, his throat bobbing as he forces himself to swallow. “When we swept it, it looked like they might’ve been staying there for a little bit… Well, someone was, at least. Behind one of the control centers, there were food cans, wrappers, nothing too telling but—“ 

You cock your head to the side, narrowing your eyes. Was I really that absentminded? You think, your chest begins to rapidly rise and fall as your breathing becomes heavier and deeper. James takes notice of your panic, and sits up from his slouched position. You look down at him, a heavy feeling of culpability hangs around you as he looks at you with wide eyes. 

“Listen, I’m not saying you can’t do patrol anymore… I– we don’t have to talk about this right now,” He says reassuringly. Silence follows as you gather your thoughts.

“Maybe, now that Joel’s back… maybe he can…” You test the idea quietly, letting your voice trail off and you look at James, watching his expression change into annoyance. He shakes his head, reaching out and grabbing your arm. You squirm out of his touch, shying away from him without thinking, causing him to roll his eyes. He shoots up from his sitting position, his quick movement makes you take a few steps backward until you're pressed up against the counter. His nose twitches as his eyes ignite with irritation. 

“ Okay , wow,” He scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. “Now that he’s back, all of a sudden you don't want anything to do with me? I was gonna say I can start going out with you again now that we have more guards in command.” 

“What? No, it’s just–” You say, following with a short pause. “James, I missed something out on my watch– my watch– and it could’ve put the community at danger.”

“You sure it’s just that?” He cranks his head toward you, his eyes full of rage. “Not whatever Tommy and I just walked in on? You know people talk, Nora told me you came barreling in, looking for him. You know how many times the people at the radio tower told me you stopped by… askin’ if they heard anything from Joel?” 

“Oh, okay . You mean the same radio tower Aimee works at…who is notorious for stirring shit up just for the fun of it?” You lie straight through your teeth, slightly embarrassed he knows about that. James' expression quickly changes, melting under your anger. “And just to be clear, nothing was happening when you came in, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?” 

“I– I–” He stutters, his posture becoming weak. “I didn’t mean it like that… I– just–”

“Drop it then,” You spit at him, he cowers, nodding his head in defeat. A feeling of guilt washes over you the moment the words come out of your mouth.

James shifts his position on the bench, now resting his elbows on his knees and letting his head hang; his hair covers his face not allowing you to see it. You let out a heavy sigh, slowly taking the few steps it takes to get over to him. He lifts his head up slightly, looking at you through his brows and thin strands of hair blocking his sad eyes. Hesitantly, you position yourself between his legs, forcing him to sit up straight. James lifts his hands, wrapping them around the back of our thighs ever so slightly. You don’t move, the feeling of his hands running down your thighs give you goosebumps. 

“ I’m sorry, ” You say softly, moving his hair out of his face. “I just feel horrible about–”

“No one's gonna blame you for what happened at the dam, I'll be sure of that, okay?” He cuts you off. “What were you supposed to do? You didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, so…” 

You slightly nod your head. What he doesn’t know is that I barely even remember sweeping the dam, you think, your breathing becoming heavy. You mindless fuck.

“I should probably go,” He changes the subject, standing up so the two of you are nearly chest to chest. “Are we meeting at Charles’ tonight, or should I drop by your house to get you?”

He brings his hand up to the back of your neck, smoothly rubbing the pad of his thumb along your skin, waiting for you to respond. You bite down on the inner part of your bottom lip. The thought of being anywhere but either alone or with Joel sounds unappealing.

“N–Nessa and I… we actually have plans for tonight,” You say slowly, lying right through your teeth. He’s staring down at you with innocent eyes, ones that are hard to look directly into. “We haven’t had a lot of one on one time, so…” 

You let your voice trail off, your nose twitching as you think about what you just said. His lips curl upward into a smile.

“Maybe I can stop by later then,” He laces one arm around you, planting a soft kiss on your cheek before leaving. “Just let me know.”

You give him a quick nod. As soon as he leaves, you plop down in the spot he had just been sitting in and begin to zone out. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you softly mutter, bringing your hands up to your face.

–

The light in the kitchen is emitting a soft, dim glow, occasionally flickering. A low buzz stands out against the silence, matching the fuzzy feeling in your head. You sit slouched at the kitchen table, resting your elbows on the table with your arms extended outward. The guilt you’re feeling is sitting heavy in your chest; the guilt from how relieved you were to see Joel’s face and to simply hear his voice again, the guilt from how repulsed you felt when James walked into the trailer, the feeling of annoyance that came over you when he interrupted you and Joel. Then on top of all that, you lied to him. You lied about how you felt about Joel, you lied about the radio tower, you lied about your plans for tonight. You could have said anything, but you settled with plans with Nessa, a lie that could so easily be unraveled. 

You bring the tips of your index and middle finger up to your temples, slowly rubbing them in circles. How shameful, you think. The light flickers again, your eyes darting up to the single bulb. You stare into it for a little too long, causing your eyes to start to burn. James is a good guy, you think to yourself. He’s good to you, he was there when no one else was. You should want James.

You should want him, but it’s so painfully obvious that you don’t. You never wanted him to begin with, at least not in that way. But the longer Joel was gone, the harder it was to delay certain things from happening. And it felt good to be wanted, it felt good for someone to want to take care of you. You knew that made you a shitty person. You knew that stringing James along, not making your intentions completely known, would eventually get you into trouble. It just wasn’t until now you realized how bad this situation is going to turn out, likely losing someone who you genuinely considered to be a friend. 

The worst part is, it doesn't even matter if Joel doesn’t want you in that way; with him being back, you wouldn’t even want to entertain the idea of anyone else but him. This past year you thought you came to terms with what you felt for him, you thought your feelings were under control. At first, a part of you was hoping it was just some fleeting crush. His darkness, the mystery that was so apparent, his changing emotions, the uncertainty of what side you were going to get of him, it all drew you in. The kindness he showed you, that caught you by surprise, the night you met Nessa’s friends, the way he looked at you and the complexity in his eyes; it had an unfaltering grasp on your mind, body, and soul. Your so-called control completely went away the second you set foot into that trailer.

You desperately want to escape your thoughts, ignore them for one more day. There’s a bottle of dark rum snuggly tucked in the corner where the unused fridge meets the countertop. Tommy brought it over one night after a particularly hard day emotionally, and you kept it here for whenever he needed to escape, always welcoming him with open arms. Typically, alcohol wouldn’t be your go to for escaping, but this was a last ditch effort. You just wanted your mind to be clear and according to Tommy, alcohol is a great way to achieve that. 

Pulling yourself up from the table, you lazily walk over to the base of the counter, kicking off your boots that still remained on since your patrol this morning. You grab the bottle by its neck, swirling it and watching the liquids dance around the glass confines. You let out a heavy sigh, looking at the label, before reaching into one of the overhead cabinets and grabbing a glass. 

The harshness of the alcohol sits heavy on your tongue, your face twisting up as the liquid caresses your mouth; it burns as you force it down, clearing your throat after the initial swallow. The first sip is always the hardest , you think, forcibly exhaling through your nose. You throw your head back, downing what’s left in the glass in one big sip and slam it down on the table. You cough and saliva quickly begins to pool in your mouth. You go again, filling your glass half full, downing it all in one go, nearly gagging yourself to death before taking in another half glass full. 

A triple knock at your door causes you to screw eyes shut, letting out a deep sigh. James, you think, contemplating if you should open the door with the state you’re currently in. It was a poor excuse to tell him that you and Nessa had plans, you didn’t weigh the consequences in your head before telling that lie, but it just came out of your mouth with no thought. The chances of them running into each other were high enough as it is, and knowing James, he most definitely asked about what the two of you had planned for the night

Knock, knock, knock. You can see the dark shadow of a figure out on your porch slightly shifting their weight under their feet.

“Just a second,” you call out. Fuck, you mutter under your breath as you bring your hands up to your face for a quick moment and spring up from your seat. The wooden legs scrap against the floor, the sound makes you cringe. A rush comes over your head at the sudden movement, and you black out for a few seconds, leaving you grabbing at the back of the chair to steady yourself until your splotchy vision returns.

Hey James, I’m sorry, I just needed to be alone for the night… no, no… maybe just tell him you thought… you thought Nessa and you had plans tonight, but actually, you got the days mixed up, yeah that’s perfect, you think. Your stomach churns as you quickly approach the door, trying to perfect the deliverance of yet another lie. You quickly flip on the porch light as you turn the doorknob. 

“ I’m sorry, I just rea–” You begin to talk before the door is fully ajar, stopping mid greeting when you look up.

Joel is standing on your welcome mat. His hair combed back, still damp from the shower, and his beard has been trimmed nicely. The gash just above his eyebrow is still prominent but it’s been cleaned, butterfly stitches holding it together. You run your eyes down his body, the top few buttons on his shirt have been left undone, his chest hair peeking out. You can feel your lips part ever so slightly as you marvel at the man before you.

“Hope I’m not intrudin’,” he says, his voice sounds smooth. You shake your head, trying to pull yourself out of your daze.

“Not at all,” You breathlessly respond, swinging the door wide open. Joel enters as you turn to head back into the kitchen, flicking on more of the interior lights. The hinges let out a loud creak as he closes the door.

“Nights are startin’ to get cold again,” he initiates the conversation. “Won’t be long before it starts snowin’.” 

You’re not in the mood for any sort of small talk, completely ignoring what he just said.

“What happened out there today?” You turn to face him, looking at him inquisitively. “I cleared the dam, and then—“ 

“I know,” He cut you off, lingering in the wide cased opening that separates the living room and kitchen. Confusion overcomes you, dropping your gaze and staring at the toe of Joel’s mud clad boots. “I saw you.”

“You what?” You couldn’t process what he just said, a line forms between your eyebrows as you draw them together.

“I saw you walkin’ out of the main building–” He’s now slowly coming toward you, shrugging his brown jacket off of his arms and draping it over one of the kitchen chairs. “Once you were finished.” 

“You knew it was me?” You say, the kitchen light flickering again. Joel darts his eyes up at it, before looking back at you. 

“I could pick you out from anywhere,” He says barely above a whisper, moving on as soon as the words leave his lips. “I was on my way to the community, but when I saw you, I stayed back a bit behind the treeline.” 

“You didn’t think of coming out and saying something to me?” You sound somewhat angry, your reaction very obviously throwing him off. 

“You had a gun, didn’t know if you would remember me,” He says in his own defense.

“Remember you?” You shout. “You think I would forget you, after… after…” 

You don’t finish, resorting to silence. Joel doesn’t dare to say anything either, just clearing his throat awkwardly in response.

“I thought…” Joel gestures to the bottle of the alcohol on the table as he pulls out a chair— his usual chair– and takes a seat.

“Things change,” You remain standing, leaning up against the kitchen counter with your arms crossed. “You want some?”

Joel responds with a single now, leaning back in the chair. You let your eyes linger on him for a few seconds before turning and opening a cabinet, retrieving a small, short glass. You set it down in front of him, clumsily leaning over him and grabbing the bottle of alcohol and your glass. You catch his eyes as you wrap your fingers around the neck of the bottle, your faces now only a few inches apart. Sorry, you mutter under your breath. His throat bobs as he gulps, darting his eyes off to the side. 

“There was a group of men, three of ‘em,” Joel says as you pull back, connecting the rims of the glass and the bottle, and you begin to pour his drink first. “They came in from behind me— that’s good— not long after you left.” 

“And you got all three?” You say somewhat sarcastically in disbelief, setting the bottle back down on the table a little harder than you meant to. He nods as he brings the glass up to his lips, his nose twitching at the strong aroma of the alcohol. “By yourself?”

“You don’t know me very well if you are questioning if I could do it by myself, darlin’, ” He almost instantly follows up to your skepticism, his lips slightly curling upward.

A small smile forms on your face, one that you try to hide by tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth. His use of darlin’ makes your stomach lurch, the feeling immediately pulling you out of your pissy mood. Joel steadily watches you as you take the seat adjacent to him, very obviously pulling the chair a bit closer to him. 

“So, what’s got you drinkin’?” His voice sounds sincere.

“Oh—“ As you go to say some bullshit answer, a figure outside the window comes into view and you switch your focus from Joel to the person at the end of the pathway leading up to your house. The porch light barely expands out far enough for you to see who it is– James. In one hand he is holding a tupperware container, the other is tucked in the pocket of his dark blue hoodie. He flashes you a smile as you two make eye contact. You can feel your entire face drop. Joel quickly catches on to your shift in focus and turns slightly in his chair, looking over his shoulder out of the window. James’ smile quickly fades as Joel leans into his view. You avert your attention down to the wooden grain of the table, not watching to see his full reaction. You had this coming , you think. 

“Oh, should I go?” Joel begins to half stand up from his chair. 

“No,” You immediately shake your head, James is still staring at you through the window at a standstill. 

He must have seen you shake your head, seeing you mouth the word no to Joel, because he slowly backpedals, a look of anger plastered on his face, and turns around, heading away from your house. Joel takes his seat again, taking a smooth, long drag at the remaining liquid in his glass, slowly setting it down on the table. You and Joel exchange looks to one another, he flashes you a slight smile, disappearing just as fast as it appeared. With tongue in cheek, you squeeze your hands around the cool surface of your empty glass, becoming lost in thought. 

You’ve made your decision, not caring at what or who’s expense.

You choose Joel.

read chapter thirteen here!

painting divider | credit: @cottage-writings

Heartslabyul 3

Summary: Your alarm wakes you. You get up and tend to the horridly sick Trey and Cater.

(This happened before Riddle came out of his rose. Also will probably be changing the time I post drabbles just so I can go straight to bed. It's not good for my stomach to stave off sleep.)

Your alarm rings and you blearily register this as day four. You press your palms against as your eyes as you stretch, sighing all the old stress out as a new weight replaced it all. It wanted to keep you bound to the bed, and a part of you yearned to agree with it, but you know you can’t.

You push through your sore muscles and stood up. Blood rushed all at once towards your limbs, dots blocking your vision for just a moment, but you managed to grab the nightstand before your heel slipped.

That’s what you get for not eating enough.

Luckily is was another bright day. Plenty of sunlight for any plant to absorb, and for any invasive mold to die under.

You pushed back the curtains partially covering your windows, squinting at the sunlight. You held your breath and let it go as you spot the gentle rise and fall of Trey’s and Cater’s chests. Both of them were in sizable terrariums, the bottom patted down with rich soil you made sure to change daily, making sure to keep them warm, but not moist. Moisture would only stimulate the mold on their bodies to grow faster.

Black little spots dotted both their green bodies, the plants in their eyes haven’t wilted but you spotted a small buried pile of molded plumerias in the corner of Cater’s tank. The plumeria nymph laid on his side, hugging his remaining leg inside a little indention in the dirt he made, curled up but otherwise sleeping.

Trey, on the other hand, was awake, if barely. His tank was remarkably clean, but that still didn’t stop him from stumbling forwards even though he’s using the wall as a guide. He’s trying to get back outside.

Behind the window, you can see Ace and Deuce, tapping away at the glass. You placed a finger on your lips.

“Quiet,” you spoke, the steadiness of your voice an illusion more than anything, “you can’t come in yet.”

They’re still not out of the woods, but at least they can sleep peacefully. Their bodies have gained more color and they’re no longer ripping at the leaves that made up their limbs. They’re no longer crying while awake or asleep.

You just need to continue pushing on. Everything will be alright. Everything will be fine.

You put on gloves before popping open Trey’s tank. “Come here a moment.” You nudged him onto your hand, keeping calm even as he made high pitched noises of discomfort. “I know, I know. Let me help you out, please? It’ll be okay. Let me see.”

A leaf on Trey’s leg was practically consumed by the mold, threatening to spread even further. It had to come off. Setting the clover nymph on a clean wipe, you reached for a knife.

“Stay still for a bit,” you said, holding him steady, as he’s unable to hold his balance. With practiced hands, you sliced it off. Luckily the mold didn’t grow deeply. None of it hit the delicate white layer that hid under the greenery. And as such, Trey felt no pain. “There we go.”

You dropped the leaf into a small disposable cup. You’re glad that’s all you needed to cut off today. You know they’ll regrow it all with time, but it doesn’t make it any easier.

You popped open a couple lotions with your thumb, pouring the mixture you drilled into your head into a cup. You mixed it with your finger and slathered it onto the exposed parts of his body. Truly, your neighbors are life savers.

Trey leaned against your palm, his small face hot against your gloved palm. When all was said and done, you wrapped up Trey and placed him in the pocket of your sweater. You were so exhausted yesterday, you didn’t have time to take it off. Trey didn’t struggle, instead, he snuggled deeper in.

“You can sleep. I’ll wake you up once I cleaned up your terrarium, okay?” You need to properly dispose of everything lest the mold spreads further. You’re just glade Ace and Deuce didn’t get it.

But first, you need to tend to Cater, who's also starting to wake up.

You changed your gloves, "Morning to you too. Come here."

You should’ve have kept a closer eye on Trey and Cater. Had they not continued to wander outside your garden, looking for new and interesting seeds, they wouldn’t have caught that mold in the first place.

But that’s a worry for another time. Right now, you need to focus on their recovery. Hopefully they’ll learn from this.

Risks

Jake Lockley x Boxer!Reader

Sum: When the reader enters the ring with fresh stitches across her eyebrow from her last fight, things go very wrong. Coach Jake is there to help her no matter what.

Warnings: Alot of blood, reader is badly injured, Angry Jake but he gets soft, boxing

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Friday night had come fast and yet you still had not recovered from your last fight last friday, you won personally you didn’t think it was worth it at the state you are in now, heading into a fight with a very skilled opponent. Jake just scolded you and told you to suck it up, this fight is big money and he needs his girl to fight but you knew he only cared about his little buisness and the money you brought in. But, you enjoyed fighting so it didnt matter to you as much as it normally would.

You were walking beside Jake and a few security guards behind you while you walked towards the ring, your opponent already being there flicking her arms and warming herself up. Your heart dropped for a moment taking in her strongly built figure and how she definitely towered over you in height though Jake caught on and he patted your shoulder..all he could tell you was “you got this kid” then went to his corner, allowing you to step inside the ring taking off your customised robe, handing it to Jake who quickly took hold of your hand “Remember what i told you, go for the stomach first then the head, just watch out for her punches when you duck down to hit her stomach” you nodded and he shoved your white and blue mouth guard against your teeth, patting your cheek “You got this” he said as the referee gestures his hands, you and your opponent make your way to the middle, facing each other.

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You both touch gloves and go back to your corner, your heart batters against as the referee points his arms forward starting the fight. You immediately sly forward waiting for her to swing first but she simply copies your walk, basically circling you. You catch on to what she’s doing so you wait until she goes to step once more, lunging forward and landing a hook to her cheek causing the girl to stumble back, not expecting the hit. At the chance, you rush forward again, going for her stomach but she manages to parry, hitting you in the nose causing immediate blood to leak out of it. You step back to look down at the floor of the ring, droplets of blood turning into smears as her feet step forward and you remember what was happening.

You both keep going at each other, landing a few more hits and she does the same up until round one is over. Jake quickly jumps up into the ring, forcing you down on the small stool and pouring cold water into your mouth as another teammate wipes the sweat from your back and forehead “Y/n you need to block your head, those stitches will not last do you understand? either start landing some good punches, block your face or im gonna have to throw your fucking towel in the ring” his harsh words make you wince, your head bowing a little and his eyes soften a little. You feel his fingers brush against your chin, lifting your head to face him “hey…im sorry” he whispers, wiping away the blood on your nose “i believe in you y/n you can do this” You lean into his touch entirely from being tired and Jake accepts it, stroking a thumb across your bruising cheek “come on princesa” the bell dings and he quickly plants a kiss on your forehead surprising you but you were too late to say anything. He jumps back down and you stand up with your arms covering your face. The referee announces the second round and you hear Jakes small cheer along with the sounds of him clapping and you suddenly get a boost of energy.

The moment the girl lunges at you you’re quick to dodge it, leaning to the right and using your right hand to slip under her outstretched arm landing a harsh uppercut, her body tumbles to the floor and for a moment you think you’ve won, stealing a quick glance to Jake who gives you a wink but still focusing on the fight.

They start the countdown but when they hit 4 the girl stands, shaking her head and giving it a few hits as if to wake herself up properly. You both go back to corners so the referee can continue the round. This time you idiotically rush it, slipping slightly giving your opponent an easy combo, both punches landing on your stitches and to your horror you feel them snap apart. Your opponent actually stumbles back as your forehead gushes blood, leaking straight down your face down to your neck, chest and it even travels to your legs. The ref moves towards you but you’re quick to raise your hand “im- im okay” you stutter out, spitting the blood from your mouth. The ref hesitatingly nods and you both continue the fight.

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Another round passes and you feel yourself becoming lightheaded from the amount of blood still coming out of you, half of your face was smeared with blood along with a swollen eye. You looked pretty beaten up but you’re more glad your opponent did in fact look worse when it came to bruising.

You swayed when you stood up, Jake had kind of insisted you back out but you refused, not wanting to let him down.

This was the last round. You both touched gloves once more and carried on with the fight. Halfway through you were landing punch after punch due to cornering her. Jake was yelling at you to not stop but your arms were giving out and she took the opportunity to punch you in the liver, you immediately heaved and moved backwards holding back the urge to throw up. She stepped forward and landed a punch to your face. You were completely vulnerable and she continued landing blows to your face only opening the gash even more. The blood loss made you insanely dizzy so when she made the move to lean back and put all of her strength into her last punch, landing it clean against your temple your head snapped to the side, your body slumping to the floor and the crowd cheered for your opponent. Your body faced Jake and you didnt see the colour drain from his face. You weren’t simply knocked out, you were utterly unconscious. He looked at how your skin faded a light purple in your face, your head leaking blood and your breathing incredibly low. He slammed his hand down on the canvas “SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE” he screamed, getting the attention of the other crew who froze for a second but quickly got out their phone to call an ambulance.

Jake slid into the ring, pulling your head into his lap “Hey..come on cariño you’re strong sí? wake up cmon” he didnt mean to but he felt tears welling in his eyes, he made no hesitation to rip off his jacket and place it against your head to stop the bleeding. Your opponent took sight of what was happening and pushed the champion belt away, kneeling down to you but facing jake “is she- is she okay?” she studied your face and suddenly stood up “She has a concussion” she mumbled and Jake raised an eyebrow “how the fuck would you know that” he spat and she sighed “Listen..i used to be a widow” she said, shamefully. Jake froze “Natashas sister?” he asked and she nodded “Yelena” she replied, she knelt back down and took hold of your hand “She is a very talented fighter almost taking out a widow” Jake grips your other hand and nods “yeah…”

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You woke up with a bad headache, sitting up only to find yourself covered in tubes. You heard a grumble and you looked to your side, freezing when you see Jake fast asleep against your legs and his hand intertwined with yours. When you slumped back down, making a poor attempt to rip the plastic from your forearms you felt a hand wrap around your free hand “Hey, stop that cariño you need those” Jake said in a soft tone but you ignored him “i need” you gritted out “i need to get home i dont want to be here Jake” When you said his name the way you did he couldn’t help but give in to you. He sighed, standing from his chair and deciding to take the needle out of you himself then gently lifting you in his arms. “This isn’t necessary” you spoke but he simply hushed you “you can rest until you get to my place” he whispered against your ear and you involuntarily rub into his shoulder, as if you need to be closer to him for comfort and he took notice, holding you tighter and kissing your forehead.

When he got you to his place you were too tired to look around. But he helped you shower and change into some of it baggy clothing as he did the same.

“I’ll take the couch” he stated but you whined a little “no” you replied,. causing an eyebrow raise from him “Come here, please” he hesitated but ended up crawling in next to you and pulling your body against his

sneaking around w/ kaeya

cw/tw: kinda suggestive?? || gn! reader || thats all though :)

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you look back forth along the hall, ears perked and listening closely for any sound of footsteps. one of your hands holds your gown to keep it from swishing too loudly and the other holds both of your heels so that your footsteps are quieter on the tile. fortunately for you the hall is completely silent save for the sound of laughter and music echoing from the ballroom below you. the party has been going on for hours now, nearly since dusk, and its midnight now.

he was supposed to meet you here 10 minutes ago.

your heart sinks to your feet and for a moment you really think he’s forgotten about your plans. maybe he’d gotten caught up dancing with someone else. the thought alone is enough to make angry tears well up in your eyes. you clench your fists around your belongings, trying to convince yourself that he would never trade you for another woman.

the first tear slides alongside the contour of your nose. as you reach up to wipe it away, you hear a pair of boots tapping against the polished tile followed by a soothing voice. “there you are darling.” two sets of freezing cold fingers come to lay lightly across your neck and you jump, stumbling back into a solid, yet familiar, frame.

“kaeya!” you spin, a smile spreading across your face and quickly replacing your heavy frown. you drop your gown and your heels, instead sending your hands to grasp his hips as you reach up to kiss him.

“shhh~” he chuckles covering your mouth with his gloved hand and pushing you back, “the knights are wandering around, be quiet.” you whine, the sound muffled by the soft velvet material of kaeya’s glove. slowly, he slips his hand down to cup your neck. two of his fingers settle over your pulse and his thumb presses on your cheek as he pulls your face up towards his.

your heartbeat quickens beneath his fingertips as your lips finally find his. the small indication of your excitement makes him chuckle against your mouth. you hug him closer to you, embracing the feeling of his soft lips pressed against yours after being left alone for so long. kaeya seems to be just as eager as you are as he pulls you in with one hand one your waist. you’re so close now that you can feel his heart beating against your chest.

“come with me,” he breathes, breaking away from your mouth, panting lightly, to instead take your hand. you grab your heels, making sure to leave no clues of your whereabouts behind, as he leads you to the end of the hall. as you continue to go farther the noises from your father’s extravagant ball fade out until they’re almost completely silenced.

kaeya peeks around the corner, searching avidly for any sight or sound of his knights. when he finds that the coast is clear, he drags you along behind him.

“where are you taking me?” you inquire, tilting your head slightly as you rush along behind him.

he chuckles, still leading you down what seems to be a maze of hallways, “my quarters, where else?”

“but i’m expected back at the ball, i can’t possibly be gone all ni- ow!” kaeya slaps a hand over your mouth, shutting you up to confirm his suspicion. the heavy patting of a knights boots grows louder as you’re shoved backwards into the midst of a decorative curtain.

thankfully the fabric protects your back from the hard brick of the wall. you pull the fabric in front of you and clutch your heels to your chest.

“captain kaeya.” the knight, huffman, stands straight and salutes kaeya. you press your lips closed, holding your breath as you watch from a small opening in the drapes.

“sir huffman,” kaeya desperately fights the urge to look back at you, “is everything well?” he keeps his voice cool and crosses his arms over his chest instead, hoping to disguise his fidgety behavior.

“everything is quiet.” huffman affirms and gives his captain a strict nod. there’s an exhausted look in the knight’s eyes that kaeya seems to take pity on.

“why don’t you switch posts with swan then.” he smiles and pats huffman’s arm admirably, “go get a drink, find a pretty lady and dance with her, you deserve a break.”

“thank you sir kaeya.” he salutes his superior one last time before setting off at a jog towards the ballroom, ready to finally have a little bit of fun. the second he rounds the corner kaeya is rushing to help you out of your hiding spot.

“you could’ve been nicer about that.” you mutter, emerging from the curtain while fixing your hair and gown.

“i’m sorry sweetheart,” kaeya cradles your face in his hands, cool finger tips effectively cooling you down, “but,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, “you’ll be back in time to see your father. you have my word.”

you frown, staring up at him with a knowing glare, “your word has never proven to be very reliable, captain kaeya.”

“my dear,” kaeya smiles, “your father is the king, don’t dare think that i would directly embarrass you in front of him. i hold the utmost respect for you.”

your cheeks burn up at the confession, your head ducking before he can begin to poke fun at how easily you get flustered. quietly, you mutter your thanks to him and interlock his fingers with yours again.

“now,” this time he leans down to kiss your cheek, “shall we be off?”

Lost in Blood

pairing: sukuna x fem!reader I nsfw

word count: 4013

summary: after you kill your next victim sukuna fucks his heir in your belly

warnings: BLOOD ( it's not yours but there's a lot of blood, like a lot), blood kink, angst, death, murder, rough sex, sub/dom, dirty talk, belly buldge, breeding kink, two cocks, double penetration (in one and two holes)

authors note: if you are uncomfortable with the idea of blood or the idea of you killing people, this fanfic is NOT for you!!! this is coming from the deepest corners of my head. if you've watched American Horror Story and remember the countess sex scene with her vicitms, this fanfic was inspired by it

all credits to the artist of this pic:

ゲオブバビ/Geobubabi

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Screams fill the room, cutting through the air. They resemble the knife in your hand, which slides through the flesh beneath you. You watch it tensely as it draws its lines, forming wounds of varying depth. Deep red blood emerges from them, running in thick drops along the pale skin and then slowly pooling in puddles. Green emeralds stare at you, vein-streaked and wet. Tears flow like waterfalls from the large eyes, roll down the roundish face and get caught in the dark hair. Mouth wide open, a high, croaking voice makes your ears ring. You look at the woman below you and tilt your head slightly, contorting your face as the blade of the knife cuts deeper and a large gash forms on her arm. Her voice makes your head ache, almost explode. It drowns out the sound of tearing flesh. One too high note from her and you ram the knife into her arm, piercing it completely and scraping the dark floor on the other side of where she lies. She cries out loudly, trying to wiggle her limbs and squirming under you.

"Let me go!" her voice shrieks at you, and your hand clutches the handle of the weapon. Behind you, you hear a deep, dark laugh. At the small sound, the little hairs on your skin stand up and the butterflies dance inside you, which puts a smile on your face. You stare into her eyes, which look back in pure pain. As she eyes you, her face changes, becoming panicked as she sees your eyes and realizes what lies hidden deep within them. With one smooth thrust you ram the knife into her chest, right in the middle between her breasts. It slides through the flesh and bone like butter. The brown-haired woman spits blood, which speckles her pretty face. Her breathing changes, becoming shallower and more frantic, and she gasps. You watch her begin to fight for her life and pull the knife out of her. Blood gushes from the wound, splattering towards you as your hand snaps back down and the knife disappears into her body again, this time further to the left of it. Apparently, you hit her lungs completely. Her gasping gets louder and you see in her face that at the latest now the moment has come when she has understood that she can't survive this anymore. You sigh softly and look at her sadly. She lasted shorter than your last victim. The blood spreads over her body, flowing out of here like a stabbed pig. It looks so beautiful as the fabric of her white kimono turns dark. Her eyes search your face again, slowly glazing over as you stab her body again and again. Blood splatters on your face, arms, legs, and kimono as the life crawls out of her. The screams have long since stopped, she looks past your head, mouth open to a soundless scream. You stop as soon as her eyes lose their shine and the twitching of her body ceases. That is always the most significant moment. The feeling is impossible to describe when you see someone cross over into the beyond. Your mouth twists in dissatisfaction, this was way too easy. Other people are so terribly weak and whiny.

You feel a strong presence moving behind you and a warm shiver runs down your spine. A wide grin appears as Sukuna kneels beside you and leans down to you. Four big eyes look at you and make your breath catch. His pointed teeth flash at you, "Did you have fun, my little human?" You nod at him, unable to speak due to his beauty, "You did so well." His large hand rests against your cheek and he strokes it gently with his thumb, smudging the drops of blood. Your eyes close in pleasure and you snuggle up to him, enjoying the coldness he radiates. Again, he laughs, quieter this time, and pulls his hand away. Immediately your eyes open again and you look at the god in front of you.

His gaze wanders over your face, red smears on your cheek, before he looks to the dead woman at his feet. Countless wounds decorate her still-warm body, her blood slowly stops coming out of her, forming a lake in which she bathes almost weightlessly. Two of his fingers pick up some of the red liquid and he licks it off while his eyes land on you again. Your eyes widen and you lick your lips as you watch him do it. "You want some too, little human?" You nod at him and open your mouth, sticking out your tongue. His eyes take on a darker colour at the scenario before him, his pupils widening and pushing out the red.

"So greedy," he murmurs, stroking your head, running his hand through your curls, "But her blood is dirty and bitter. You deserve better." You pull a slight pout at his words as he takes the knife from your hand. Your eyes watch him open his mouth and run his tongue over the blade, licking it clean. He turns the weapon so that the sharp edge rides over the muscle and slides in a clean cut through it. Your face shows your astonishment as his hand settles on your mouth. He pulls at your lips and opens them.

A blush rises to your face as his lips settle on yours and his tongue runs between them. He explores your mouth cavity, playing with you, and you moan. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him as your small hands knead the fabric of his kimono. The metallic taste of his blood mixes with your saliva and overwhelms your senses. The kimono slips off his shoulders, exposing his bare chest. Greedily you suck the blood from his tongue and a low murmur comes from him. One of his hands slides down your side and rests on your thigh. He caresses your tender skin, wipes aside the fabric of your clothing and his nails scratch over your leg. You caress his chest meanwhile, running over his muscles. Your fingertips trace the black lines before your arms wrap around his neck. You press closer and your teeth bite lightly into his lower lip, pulling at it. When he breaks the kiss again, he leaves you breathless. Your head buzzes and you cling to him. "More?" he murmurs against your ear, kissing the spot just behind your earlobe.

"Yes, please," you moan in a trembling voice. His wide grin settles on his face and his eyes glint. His left arm around your waist pulls you away from the fading warmth of the dead woman beneath you, his right hand around your thigh grips tighter. He lays you down, right next to your victim and he looks down at you. The loose belt of your kimono unbuckles. A low growl comes from him as he sees your naked body lying in front of him.

In the middle of a pool of blood, your petite limbs writhe. Your curls lie around your face, framing it and giving you a kind of halo - so he is right about you being an angel. Your pink cheeks and sparkling eyes shine so full of life, a total contrast to his appearance. Your breasts jiggle slightly with each movement, while your nipples harden as they touch the cooler air. His gaze wanders lower and saliva gathers in his mouth as he looks at the lips between your legs, his hard cocks pushing through between the fabric sides of the kimono. Blood rushes into them, making them stick out hard from his strong body. He loves it when you look at him and your eyes glaze over slightly, your mouth opens and the blush on your face deepens. He especially loves the expression you take on once you see his fat cocks. Every time you look at him as if they could never fit in you and every time he convinces you otherwise.

"Mmm, you look so beautiful," he murmurs, his nails scraping across your waist and stomach. You whimper and your hands form fists as they grip the now fully soaked fabric of your kimono. His fingers wander over the thin and sensitive skin above your cunt, caressing it, making you wince. A moan escapes you and you throw your head back as he caresses the soft lips. He strokes satisfied along your slit, smearing your juices all over you before his thumb lands on your clit. Your moans grow louder and your eyes roll up into your head as he slowly massages the little knob in a circular motion. After watching you all day, his patience is short now. Almost naked, covered only with the thin fabric of your kimono, you have taken lives again and again. None of his imagination makes him hornier than this sight.

"How wet you are already, little human," he taunts, eyeing the twitches of your body, "This can't be all because of me, can it?" His name drops silently from your mouth and his body vibrates with laughter. He increases the pressure on your clit and your lower body twitches uncontrollably again. Already, a knot forms in your stomach and the feeling is truly amazing. A tingling sensation spreads from your core, flowing to all corners of your body and you open your legs wider for him. You angle them and your own hand spreads your labia, leaving bloody fingerprints. The sight makes Sukuna's cock drip and twitch against his belly. He looks closely at how his thumb massages your clit, how your hole shines and turns white because of all the juice. His long nail keeps stroking your swollen lips, making them turn red and swollen. "Fuck, it's not all because of me. Your little cunt gets wet when you kill, right?" His body bends over you and his left hand dips into the puddle of blood beside your head to brace himself. He looks at your half-closed eyes and licks red drops from your cheek.

His finger moves from your clit further down and he puts only his fingertip into your tight hole. With this small movement you push your back through and moan loudly. He dips it in and out again and stretches your hole as good as he can. Sukuna has to moan as well when shortly after three of his fingers press into you and stretch you better and further, "You are such a naughty little girl." He spreads his fingers, pressing against your tight, soft walls and you stare dumbly at him as he begins to thrust into you in this position. Satisfied, he watches your face, noticing every little movement. Tears form in your eyes and your brow furrows as his middle finger sinfully massages the rough spot inside you.

Again, your legs twitch uncontrollably and your hands reach for his shoulders. You dig your nails into his skin and he enjoys the pain. “Deeper”, he groans. His eyes stare at you lustfully as your nails dig into his flesh and muscles. Your fingers leave deep scratches and in some places, blood comes to the surface. The knot in your stomach tightens as he doesn't stop. Your body tenses before you groan loud and long. You stretch out towards him, your vision exploding black and your eyes turning white as you twist your eyeballs.

As you come off your high, his long, broad fingers pull out of you. He pushes off the ground and grabs your thigh. A bloody handprint forms on your leg, which he smears slightly as he grips harder. His eyes settle on his fingers, from which your juice flows in thick drops. He catches them with his long tongue and moans with pleasure, "Better than any blood I could drink." Once he's done, he grins again and your legs wrap around his waist, trapping him. His tall stature above you looks down at you, "You were such a good girl today, you deserve a reward for that, don't you?"

You nod at him and your gaze falls on his large hand, which is gripping one of his cocks and pumping it lightly in his hand. The thick veins stand out and his seed begins to drip from him onto your lower belly. You have to bite your tongue to keep from losing your mind again right away. He puts the tip to the red lips of your cunt and feels the heat you radiate. Slowly he pushes into you and tears your hole. Despite all the fluid between your legs, which has increased again due to your orgasm, and the stretching by his fingers, he barely fits inside you. All that lube doesn't stop it from starting to burn and your walls from starting to pulsate. You whimper in pleasure and close your eyes. The mixture of pain and desire is like a drug.

"Such a good girl," Sukuna whispers to you and places his hand on your belly, feeling his dick bury itself inside you. As he bumps the back, his balls twitch and he moans out. Seeing your little body in front of him, taking his cock so well, drives him crazy. You've hardly gotten used to him, squeezing his cock, but he can barely stand not to move. Normally he would wait longer, give you time, but today it is impossible.

"I'm sorry pet, I can't be that patient with you today," he mumbles and wraps his arms around your waist. He lifts your body up and your bare chest meets his. This changes the angle and he slides a little deeper, stretching you wide and pressing painfully against your cervix. You can't stifle the cry as you sit in his lap and he burrows deep inside you. Without pausing for a moment, he lets you bounce up and down on him a few times. His lips are on your jiggling right breast and he sucks on your hard nipple, licking it and biting it a little too hard. Again, you scream out, the pain moves through your upper body. Fuck, he wants to fill you. He wants to fuck you stupid and leave you almost unconscious. His left hand slaps your ass cheek, he reaches into the fat and spreads your ass apart.

His other hand rub soothingly over your bloodied back before his right hand moves to his second cock. This one is waiting painfully hard for attention. He pumps this one up and down a few times as well, but the feeling hardly eases. His pre-cum gets smeared between your ass cheeks and serves him as a lubricant. You press tighter against him as you feel the fat tip against you again, this time further back. Your eyes squeeze shut as he uses the mixture of blood and juice to push painfully into you. Your little asshole is still way too tight and every inch forward makes your body twitch.

"Fuck," he lets out a long moan as each ring of your anus clenches around him, taking him in. He grits his teeth to keep from thrusting right in one go, "So small and tight. I should have taken this hole right away."

"Su-sukuna," you gasp against his chest, and his gaze falls back to you. He loses his control when he sees your red cheeks, when he sees you looking at him with your eyes half-closed and your tongue sticking out. Your face shows the most different emotions and features when you are near him but seeing your fuck face makes him proud every time and moves something deep inside him.

In one smooth thrust, he pushes into you a second time and you yelp. Deep inside he's sorry, but his head is too fogged with lust to grasp those thoughts more clearly. He growls loudly as your walls twitch wildly, milking him. Saliva runs down your chin and you claw into the skin of his chest, leaving deep marks here as well. You're so incredibly full and stretched. His cock forms a small bulge on your belly, which is further enhanced by his second cock in your ass. You have never seen anything so beautiful. How beautifully thick it will look when Sukuna has shot all his baby seeds into you.

"Show me how much you love this," he speaks in a dark voice. He could scare the shit out of one, but luckily only you see him like that and you would never be afraid of him.

With trembling hands, you hold onto his shoulders again. Your weak legs tighten and you push off of him, moaning loudly as his two cocks pull out of you before stretching you to the max again as soon as you let yourself sink back down onto him. His hands stabilize you as you move, while his eyes move back and forth between your face and where you are joined. His hands clasp your waist tightly again and he squeezes too hard, which is why he leaves dark marks.

"So big and thick," you moan, making him grin again.

"Just the way you love it, my little whore". You roll your eyes at his words and circle your hips to create more friction inside you. This time something else flutters in your belly. The feeling is short but intense and shoots right into your clit and cunt.

"Do you like that? Do you like it when I call you that?" You nod to him as his hands massage your waist, "Open your eyes and look at me."

You do as you are commanded and open your heavy eyelids. His eyes are by now jet black and look at you like dark obsidian. "I have never fucked a whore like you." Your eyes turn again and he smirks. "Never have I fucked a human who can take my two cocks so good and not tear right into two." Your body moves faster on top of him, the muscles in your legs starting to burn as you rock your body against his. But you keep bouncing on him and pushing his cocks inside you. Sweat forms on your skin and mixes with the blood. Sukuna watches a thick drop roll from your collarbone to your breasts and between them. His full balls slap against your ass cheeks and the sound alone makes the knot in your stomach tighten. He watches your next orgasm, which makes your body jerk, and takes over for you, fucking you through it as you give out. His speed is much more brutal and almost sends you over the edge again. This time your voice echoes through the room, his name falling from your lips again and again.

"Would you like me to pleasure you some more?" his deep voice vibrates against you. Your fogged head nods at him, even though your exhausted body is slowly losing its energy and strength.

"Of course," you hear him murmur with a wide grin. He pulls you off of him, leaving your holes empty and open. You moan out as you lose his physical contact. He forces you onto all fours, placing his hand in the small of your back, thus pushing your ass into the air. Your hands smear the blood beneath you. The image of what's happening tightens the knot in his stomach. Your ass stretches out to meet him, the hole stretched wide and looking for something thick. Your core is white by now. As your holes contract again, causing you to groan, creamy juice squeezes out of them and Sukuna almost comes. He just licks the liquid away with the tip of his tongue, clawing into your skin to control himself. Out of curiosity, he pushes his tongue into the dirtiest part of your body and his hips thrust forward into nothingness as your ass swallows him greedily, glad to have something shoving into it again. How he'd love to shove his cock back in there. Before he loses the last of his nerve, he pulls out.

He takes one of his cocks and pushes it back into your cunt, filling you to your cervix in one go. You moan again, enjoying the sensation. A feeling that he didn't know before comes out deep from his belly. He wants an heir. He wants you to squeeze his heir out of your little cunt. He wants to breed you round and thick, right next to the dead woman who was just full of life. When his second head joins his cock in your cunt, you lose touch with the earth.

At first with effort, he presses his cock to the other one inside you. You've never felt anything like this in your life. Sukuna behind you almost becomes an animal and lets out an animalistic sound, “You have to take it, my little whore. I want to fuck you pregnant, I want to push a baby inside you. You must suck up all my semen.” His voice is hardly recognizable, but his words leave you speechless. The thought takes over your head and a hot feeling arises in you. How it will be to carry his heir in you and then to be fucked by him. Can he then pump your belly even thicker?

Slowly he presses in to his other cock and splits you in two. Your screams grow louder and never subside as he fucks your brains out slowly, but with a steady rhythm. It feels like even the last vestige of your soul is leaving your body. Trembling fingers reach between your legs and you touch his wet cocks, which thrust into you again and again. The feeling alone makes you stretch your ass higher again, your back painfully pushed through. When Sukuna puts his hand in your hair and painfully pulls your head back, there is nothing more than mush in your head. His pointed teeth sink into your shoulder and he bites deep enough that blood oozes from the wound, which he licks away. "Such a good whore," he murmurs against your ear, "you taste so good, I'll never let you go." His words send a warm shiver down your body and pleasant goosebumps form, making your nipples hard again. His thrusts become harder, more brutal as he abuses your hole.

Your knots tighten as one body works with the other. Your voices echo through the room, mixing with the sounds his cocks create in you. A few more thrusts, then you come a third and final time for the moment. "Luckily, I decided to keep you back then," he growls as his balls pump themselves empty inside you. Two cocks at once fill your belly to the top, no one could keep that amount of juice inside, which is why most of it misses. He fucks you through his orgasm. As time goes by, his thrusts become less precise and slower before he pulls out of you and you hit the floor. Breathing heavily, you lie with your cheek in the remaining blood, most of it already drawn into your clothes or spread on you or him. Sukuna sits down backwards, bends one leg, and casually places his left arm over his knee. His gaze wanders over the living mess in front of him and his dead heart makes a little beat. He would make you walk around naked all the rest of the day to see your fat belly and his handprints on you. Again and again, he will come to you, bend you forward and look at your full, stretched hole. His pride could not be greater. His little human takes equal both cocks in her hole and will give birth to his heir. No, many heirs. Once you've turned around, forced your tired body to move, and can look at him again with wide dark eyes, a smile settling on your lips, he grins back, " A little break before I bring in your next victim, how does that sound?"

Wanna Be Down (George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley)

Warnings: Pure smut! She/her pronouns for the reader! No funny business between the boys I promise! There’s bound to be some typo that I missed, sorry ‘bout that!

Word count: 1,628

Summary: There’s a birthday, a bunny costume and The Twins... What could go wrong?

A/N: This was originally meant to drop on their birthday, April 1st... I’m 28 days late for that but hey, better late than never! It’s been collecting dust for the entire time and I wanted to set it free. I hope someone enjoys it!

“You want me to- to wear a bunny outfit and have the two of you…” You faltered nervously, the words seemed foreign on your tongue.

“-fuck you in it.” Fred finished for you with a wide grin, as if this was the most in the ordinary activity to plan.

The twins wanted to sleep with you? This was the first you’d heard of it, that’s for sure. And though the thought sent waves of excitement through your body, the prospect was daunting.

You’d been friends since diapers, a meager six hours separating your births. And whether the bond that formed later was predetermined by fate, or by pure chance, it was wholly indestructible.

Through the years, the three of you operated perfectly insync. Remaining quite persistently glued at the hip; completing every task deemed worthy enough as an odd unit.

There was an unspoken rule that each of you would make sure that the others felt equally included in activities.

So why should taking your virginity be any different?

“We’ll be twenty in a few hours, Y/N. Don’t you want to kick off the new decade with a bang?” George asked, his face genuine and voice laced with just the right amount of sweetness. He always did know how to persuade you into going along with Fred’s crazy schemes.

“Quite literally in this instance.” Fred added cheekily and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Both of you have had sex before though. Plenty of times in fact! You told me about it afterwards! In vivid detail at that! Why are you so worried about me now?” Your brows were furrowed, lips turned downwards in a pout.

Sitting criss-cross on your bed, you tugged one of the many pillows on your bed into your lap. Squeezing it tighter when you met their gazes again.

Fred had his hands tucked into his jean pockets, happy as ever. He acted as if it was only a matter of time before he’d get the answer he wanted.

George on the other hand, at least looked like he was having a conversation with you; and not like he was just waiting for you to realize you’d never actually said no to them before. His eyes were soft, assessing your demeanor before approaching your spot at the foot of the bed.

“You know you’re our favorite girl. Don’t you, Y/N?” He questioned and you suddenly felt smaller looking directly up at him. Ginger waves caressing his cheeks and pooling at his shoulders.

“I mean- I suppose.” You replied dumbly.

“Who do we always come back home to?” He asked again, his left hand lifting up from his side to comb through your hair. The pads of his fingers brushing against your cheek as they went.

“Me.” Your answer was hushed, though it was only the three of you in the flat. They’d closed the shop downstairs hours ago.

“And who trails after me as much as she can during the day, practically jumping into my lap the first opportunity she gets?” His voice was getting lower and his gaze remained fixed to you, you tried your best not to squirm.

“M- Me.”

“Lastly, whose the babygirl that slips into my bed at three in the morning because she stays up too late and gets scared?” He was teasing you now, you knew it, but still gave him a reply.

“Me, George.” Both of his hands were cupping your face now, fingertips laced in your hair, you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to.

“So when I ask my favorite girl to put on the outfit I picked out for her, so I can make her feel good on her birthday, what do you think I want to hear back?” A single brow arched as he waited for your answer, ignoring Fred’s quiet “I helped choose it too, y’know.”

Wrapping your fingers around his wrists, you thought about all the times he and Fred had slept with other girls. How deep down you’d wished they’d looked at you the same way.

He allowed you to remove one of his hands, a dark smirk splitting across his face when you’d slowly brought it between your legs. Only coming to a stop when he was cupping your heat.

“I think- I think I’ve been holding out for you.” It was no higher than a whisper, but it’d been the truth nonetheless. He smiled wider at this confession, leaning in and pressing a light kiss on your forehead.

“All the more reason not to disappoint.” He responded, you faintly registered rustling from behind him.

“Y/N, dear?” Fred called.

“Hm?”

“Time to put the outfit on.”

It’d been relatively easy to slip into the get-up. The bodysuit, wrist cuffs and neck piece fitting like a glove.

“When did you get my measurements?” You asked, looking down at yourself.

“Since when have we not had your measurements?” Fred laughed, pulling you onto the bed with him until your back was flush against his chest. Your head comfortably leaning back on his left shoulder.

George following after you, settled for sitting up in front of you, his knees digging into the pink duvet.

“The ears are a nice touch.” He remarked with a pleased smirk. “Don’t you agree, Fred?”

“Absolutely. All white suits her.” He replied matter-a-factly, hands already roaming your torso. Ghosting over your exposed thighs, he hooked a finger under the bikini line of the bodysuit and let it snap back into place. Your hips jutted outwards at the impact.

“Want to hear you ask for it, Y/N.” George was palming your calves, making you feel small again.

“What do you want me to say?” Your brows furrowed curiously at the request, breath hitching when he utilized his grip to pull you further down Fred’s chest. Your ankles eventually hooking against George’s shoulders.

“Want him to play with your little cunt, don’t you baby?” Fred asked from above you, heat rushing to your face at his words.

“Y- Yeah.”

“Then ask, darling.” He grinned at your eyes widening as you met his gaze upside down.

Turning your attention back to George, you absentmindedly bit at the end your thumb nervously. Sure you’d used curse words like anyone else in the world, but the thought of actually asking the twins to fuck you was on a level you’d never thought you’d reach.

“Georgie?” You tried carefully.

“What is it, baby?” He replied softly, a smile playing on his lips, patiently waiting.

“Want- Want you to make me feel good.”

“How?” He prompted, delighting in your fidgeting. Fred however wasn’t feeling as patient, sending a soft smack to your inner thigh.

“Don’t have all day, bunny.” He chided, slowly massaging the site.

“Want your cock, Georgie.” You finally relented, wanting nothing more than to hide your face in your hands, but you feared being spanked again by Fred. 

George rewarded you with a kiss, palming your clit through the material. He swallowed up every whimper that escaped your lips, only answering by expertly thumbing the area faster. 

“Let’s see how wet you are, bun.” Fred whispered, pulling the bodysuit aside to reveal your heat. Running a finger through your folds, he promptly brought it to your mouth. Smirking widely when you began meekly sucking at the digit.

“I’m gonna get you ready, okay sweetheart?” George asked, mouthing at your neck. He didn’t move until you garbled something close to “okay” through Fred’s fingers sadistically pressing down your throat.

Armed with plenty of lube, the first finger sliding into you felt like nothing. By the third, he resorted to distracting you by rubbing your bud to ease the initial stretch. Although nothing could have prepared you for how uncomfortable taking his tip was.

It was a slow process, full of the boys tenderly guiding you to breathe deeply and relax your muscles. With the abundance of their attention focused on outweighing the discomfort with pleasure, eventually the mild pain began to blur around the edges. 

The level of satisfaction that rolled over you when you’d finally reached the hilt was like no other. 

“Good girl.” Fred purred into your hair as George wiped away a stray tear from the corner of your eye. “Took it like a champ, didn’t she, Georgie boy?”

“Sure did, Fred. Squeezing me so nicely too.” He replied smiling proudly.

“Full- So full.” You whimpered blearily, not sure which boy you were grasping for. Each accepted one of your wandering hands, giving them an encouraging squeeze.

“You’re doing so well, babygirl. How about you let me make you feel good now, hm?” George’s voice was gruff as he patiently waited for you to nod back in response.

Soon the discomfort had melted away, leaving only the easy slide of George’s length and the gratification of being engulfed between the loves of your life. 

You promptly got lost in the jumble of mouths, hands and pleasure. 

“Gonna come for us, love?” George asked, holding your hips done to focus his thrusts. 

“Can I- Can I, please? Please let me come!” You whined desperately, unable to distinguish whose hands belonged to who.

“Go ahead, bunny.” George answered and it was all you needed to hear. Your visioned blurred as your toes curled, the only thing you could register was that he was fucking you through it. Fred’s fingers circling your clit didn’t let up until you were pathetically trying to pull at his wrist.

A weak mewl fell from your lips as George pulled out of you spent. Simpering under his praises, you closed your eyes. 

The sudden smack against your face was sobering, leaving you blurrily blinking up at Fred’s eager grin.

“I hope you didn’t think you were off the clock, bun.”

Of Jealousy and Friendship - Pt. 1

Topic number 2 won in the vote to be written next! So without further-a-do, let’s get going!...This ended up being a two part thing. Oh Well. Here’s part one. - B GN! MC Summary: MC makes a lower demon friend who may secretly be hoping for something more than friendship. The Demon Bros are not about to let this happen. Part Two: Here, Epilogue: Here It all started in magical potions. When you first arrived, the course wasn’t so bad since you took it with Beelzebub. The two of you always partnered up; the hour would consist of you jokingly scolding Beel for trying to eat ingredients and making light hearted jokes with one another whenever the teacher turned their back.  But once the second semester started, Beel was moved out of the course as it had gotten too expensive to keep him in a class where most of the subject matter was edible.  Which left you alone and bored in the classroom as the teacher went on and on about Mandrake roots and what they can be used for. You let out a heavy sigh and plopped your forehead onto the desk.  A soft snort came from beside you. You glanced over to see a demon with his feet propped up on his desk staring right back at you out of the corner of his dark green eyes. He smiled at you with a tilt of his head.  “The lectures are a total snooze fest right? I joined this class cause I thought we’d be making potions and causing stuff to explode. Not sitting here twisting our thumbs all day.” 

You bit back a laugh as you worried glanced over at the professor, who was none-the-wiser to the little conversation the two of you were sharing. You looked back over to the demon. His dark skin caused those hauntingly green eyes of his pop out at all who met his gaze, with carefully trimmed and styled black curls sitting stylishly on the top of his head.  There was a playful and mischievous energy to him that reminded you of Belphie, Asmo and Mammon.  “Unfortunately suffering through this section of class is mandatory to be allowed to mess around with the fun stuff.”  The demon groaned and threw his head back. “Urgh, that’s so unfair. What’s the worst that can happen? The potion explodes and kills us? Newsflash teach, we’re already dead.”  You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out at that one.  “Well actually the worse that could happen, for you at least as I am a very mortal human, is that you’d suffer the consequences from one of the potions. Anything from shrinking to de-aging to charms, all kinds of things. I’ve seen the effects of a potion gone wrong a number of times during my time down here. Trust me; you don’t want to be on the receiving end.”  He looked over at you with an analytical eye as the corners of his lips tilted upwards. “So you’re the human that everyone’s talking about.” He trailed off, and glanced over at the teacher to make sure they weren’t looking before stretching out his hand towards you. “I’m Cane. You know despite being the talk of RAD, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone mention your name?”  You took his hand into your own and lightly shook it. “I’m MC.” 

Cane leaned back into his chair, “It’s a pleasure to finally put a name and face to that glowing reputation of yours, MC. I see your pretty good at this potions thing, and I hear that you’re a lot of fun. How about you meet me downtown for supper later and we can study and get to know each other a little better?”  Your initial instinct was to agree, but then you paused as you thought of the brothers. “I don’t know. I don’t think that Lucifer or the others would like it much if I went out on my own.”  The demon huffed and light heartedly rolled his eyes. “You won’t be alone, you’ll be with me. I may not be as powerful as them, but I’m still a pretty good fighter.” He teasingly placed a gentle punch onto your shoulder, “Besides, it’s not like they’re boss of you. Are you really going to let a bunch of snobby Lords keep you from making the best of your time in the Devildom?”  That last remark hit a nerve. If there was one thing that had spread quite quickly about you around RAD, it was that you were known for being a little reckless, prideful, and never being able to back down from a challenge, and boy did that statement have you itching to prove him wrong.  You smiled, a sharp dangerous smile, at Cane. “I’ll go. And we’re going to do so much more than just go to a lame restaurant and study. You want to have fun and take risks? We’ll have fun and take risks. Whatever you want to do...to a degree,” you added in quickly remembering that you were talking to a demon and if you didn’t implement any boundaries there was no telling what you’d get yourself into, “I’m in.”  Cane’s eyes sparkled as his smile widened. “Damn. I guess it’s true that you’re a bit of dare devil. Alright, you’re on. Meet me at Hell’s Kitchen a 4pm. We’ll study and hit the books as promised, but afterwards...Get ready for the night of your life.”  ***

The brothers were concerned. You had rushed into the House of Lamentation after school and sprinted to your room, changed out of your uniform and promptly shouted that you were “going out” before taking off before any of them could complain.  Mammon had tried to argue that someone should follow you, and while that wasn’t a terrible idea, Lucifer wanted to give you the question of the doubt. Worst case scenario, you come back home a little scratched up and learn your lesson about taking off into the dangers of the Devildom.  At least that’s what he had thought when you had initially left.  It was now bordering midnight, and you had yet to return home.  So yeah, the brothers were very concerned.  Mammon was pacing and ranting about how this all could’ve been avoided if they had only listened to him for once.  Leviathan was trying to distract himself with his game, but everyone could see the worried glances he kept throwing to the entrance and clock as the minutes ticked by.  Satan sat near where Mammon and would occasionally scold or correct him, and sometimes even throw in his own ideas on what could be done while he thumbed through a book on location spells.  Asmodeus was strangely quiet, sitting near the fire by himself with arms wrapped around his torso as he stared into the flames. He would occasionally move a hand to wipe at his face before it went right back to hugging himself.  Beelzebub had lost his appetite. He sat next to Belphie, taking comfort in his twin’s presence, while Belphegor pretended to be unbothered and asleep, even though his mind was racing with the many stupid situations you could’ve gotten yourself into.  And Lucifer...He just sat in a door near the entryway, his eyes fixed on the entrance as he silently waited.  Finally, just as the clock stroke midnight, they could hear your recognizable laugh from behind the door.  “Oh my god! That was incredible! I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun in life!” Leviathan stiffened at the statement, his hands gripping tighter onto his game.  “What did I tell you? I promised you the night of your life, and I sure as Diavolo always make sure to deliver,” everyone froze at the sound of the teasing male voice. “Though I didn’t expect the Seven Lords’ precious human to be a complete bad ass. You were amazing out there.”  Leviathan mumbled something before getting up and leaving the room. Mammon growled lowly and looked at the others, “Anyone know who the hell that is?”  Asmo finally stood, wiping at his face as he did, and began to stride towards the door, “Why don’t we find out?”  Without waiting for a response, Asmodeus swung the door open and pulled on a bright smile as he reached out and wrapped an arm around you. “MC, darling, you didn’t tell me you were bringing over guests! Don’t tell me you’re trying to have fun without me?”  You blinked up at the Asmo before smiling softly at his tactics. “Oh, hey Asmo! I didn’t expect you to be up. Cane here was just dropping me off.”  The demon in question didn’t even so much as stiffen as Asmodeus’s dangerous stare shifted over to him. Instead Cane stood there, relaxed, with a shit-eating grin on his face. Asmodeus raised an eyebrow at him and allowed a bit of his demonic aura to exude around him. “Oh really? At this time of night? Makes a demon wonder what kind of mischief the two of you had gotten up to,” while maintaining eye contact with Cane, Asmo rested his chin against your shoulder. “You know dear, if you wanted “fun” that badly all you had to do was ask. I assure you I could’ve shown you a much better time.” He purred and softly kissed your shoulder.  You shivered, missing the way Asmo stiffened as he noticed something, and swatted at the Avatar of Lust as you moved away from him. “Down Asmo. It’s nothing like that. Cane’s in my magical potions class. We went out to study together and decided to hit a couple clubs while we were out. No biggy.”  “If it’s ‘no biggy’ then why were you out all night without giving us any kind of warning of where you were going or how long you’d be out?” Everyone whirled around as Lucifer stood in the doorway with a frown etched on his face and his arms crossed. He took a step closer to you before freezing mid-step, his nose twitching. His eyes flared red as they fell onto Cane. The lower demon tensed and curled his hands into fists, but seemed to be refusing to back down. Lucifer snarled, “What exactly was it that you said the two of you were up to tonight?”  You frowned and stepped between Lucifer and your new friend. “Hey! Stop it! He didn’t do anything, if that’s what you’re implying. And I wasn’t aware that I needed permission for every single thing that I do!” You snapped poking his chest as you moved into his space. “So excuse me for wanting to go out and enjoy myself for once!”  Whatever fear Cane had been showing, quickly slipped away at seeing you stand your ground against the mighty first born. “Yeah. What they said.”  Lucifer growled and caught your hand into his own, pulling you close and leaning in, “You’d be wise to remember that you are in the Devildom and surrounded by beings that have no where near as good intentions as you’d assume. Being so reckless and naïve down here could get you killed again, I thought you had learned that.” His tone was cold and unapologetic as he practically spat the words in your face.  You glared at Lucifer as you yanked your hand out of his grasp. There was so many things you wanted to say to him, but none of them would be right to say in front of an audience. You huffed and turned to face Cane. “I am so sorry about those two. Thanks again for tonight and bringing me home. I’ll see you tomorrow in class, okay?”  Cane gave you a side smile as he scratched the back of his neck. “It’s nothing. I had a great time hanging out with you. Hopefully we can do again...under better circumstances. Goodnight MC.” He took a step towards you and pulled you into a hug.  You smiled, wondering how Lucifer and Asmo could be stirring up such a fuss about a guy who had been nothing but kind to you, and gently hugged him back.  What you couldn’t see, was Cane making direct eye contact with the two other demons, as one of his wrists gently brushed up and down you back and he very lightly nuzzled, so lightly that you could just barely feel it, his face against your neck.  “Hey, what’s takin’ everyone so- WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?!” Mammon stormed forward and yanked you out of the demon’s embrace, already changing into his demon form. “Who the hell do you think you are scenting our human, huh?!” He lifted Cane off the ground by the collar of his shirt, causing the lower demon growl as he scratched at Mammon’s hands.  You yanked on Mammon’s jacket and arms and tried to get him to back off. “Woah! Mammon, relax! It was just a hug!”  “No it wasn’t,” Satan grumbled as he and the rest of the brothers (excluding Leviathan who was now sulking in his room) stood in the door way. “The fact that you don’t know that makes this even worst. But this isn’t a conversation we should be having out here.” Beel stared down at the demon with a fierce glare. “You should leave while you’re still able. And if you know what’s best for you, you’ll stay away from MC.”  “Wha- Beel! Cut that out!”  Cane took a step backwards, fear beginning to spill into his expression as he finally realizes just how out-powered and out-numbered he is. Still, he was stubborn pain in the ass; it was part of the reason he had been so drawn to you in the first place as he related to your reckless habits. He held Beelzebub’s glare and returned it with one of his own. “I think that MC can choose for themself who they do and do not hang out with, thanks. They already said they wanted to see me tomorrow so they will. We’re friends after all. And classmates,” his grin sharpened as he continued. “I do have to thank you, Lord Beelzebub, for that opening in magical potions by the way. Never would’ve got in if you hadn’t been kicked out.”  Before he could say anymore, he was met with a punch in the face. Belphegore lazily shook out his hand and his looked at Cane with an unbothered expression. “I believe we told you to leave. Now get. The. Fuck. Out.”  Cane scoffed and turned to you once more. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Dare Devil.”  You would’ve snorted at the nickname, but you were to distracted from the brother’s behavior. “Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow. Get home safe, Cane.” With another nod, the demon left; leaving you alone with six of the seven brothers bubbling with jealousy, anger, and concern.