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lisbeth-kk · 8 days

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May Prompts (22) Night

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 22)

I'm so sorry. Go get those tissues. I've used all of mine.

Summary: Rosie gets devastated news, and all she can think of is how her Papa is coping.

Twenty-Two Years Old

When Dad called with the news, my first thought was quite irrational: oh no, we’re never going to celebrate our twentieth anniversary! The second thought hit me with force and made me breathless: how is Papa doing?

“I’ll hop on the next…”

“No need, sweetheart. A car will pick you up in approximately fifteen minutes,” Dad assured me, and that’s when I started to cry.

***

Uncle Myc stood and waited for me outside the car when I ran to the kerb. His arms opened and I collapsed against him, heartbroken and totally devastated. He didn’t try to comfort me with words of nonsense, like it’s going to be ok, because he knew it would be a long time before any of us would be fine after this sudden and tragic loss.

“She seemed fine yesterday,” I told uncle Myc on the way home.

“Yes, so I have been…informed,” he sighed.

“How is he?” I asked, terrified of the answer.

“As expected.”

“Rock bottom,” I mumbled, and felt my throat tighten painfully from withheld tears.

“Indeed,” uncle agreed gravely.

***

It was worse than I expected. Papa’s loud voice boomed like a signal horn from upstairs when I locked us in.

“How could you not have seen the signs? You’re a bloody doctor, John!”

The words were spit like venom. I couldn’t discern Dad’s reply, but his voice was calm. He knew Papa wasn’t angry at him, but he needed to vent his sorrow, shock and devastation at someone. Luckily for everyone involved, Papa had chosen the right person for such an onslaught.

Before I climbed the stairs, I looked over at Nana’s door.

Gone. Dead. You’ll never see her again. There’ll be no more Christmas baking. She’ll never scold Papa for being petulant anymore. England has fallen.

The seventeen steps had never been so steep, my body never so heavy, and at the same time it felt hollow.

“Nearly there, Rosamund,” uncle Myc murmured from behind me.

I woke from my daze and realised that the shouting had stopped. In its wake came a sound so heartbreaking, it made tears flow down my cheeks. Before I opened the door, a thought hit me like a battering ram, making me lose my balance for a moment.

If Papa mourned Nana like this, he would be utterly destroyed if Dad died before him. Not even his biological family’s demise could elicit such grief from him.

***

Inside the flat, Papa clung to Dad, and it struck me how small he seemed in that moment. So lost and bereft. This was not a puzzle he could solve, or a culprit he could catch to make everything right again.

“Rosie’s home,” Dad whispered to Papa and reached for me.

I didn’t think Papa would let go of Dad, give me room, or even detect the words, but he did. My name seemed to have a magical effect on him, because he straightened, turned his pained face at me and lifted his arm to indicate that I was welcomed into his and Dad’s cocoon. We held on to each other for what felt like hours. Dad asking if we were alright, Papa muttering something under his breath, and I just clung to my parents, wordless.

Dad, always reliable in a crisis, remembered that there was another person present, and carefully entangled himself after kissing us both, guiding our arms to embrace. Papa mumbled his name questioningly.

“Just give me a few minutes, Sherlock. Take care of Rosie, yeah?”

Papa nodded and pulled me closer, cradling the back of my head, whispering my precious girland I’m so sorry you have to go through this, and she loved you like a granddaughter.

***

The days leading up to the funeral alternated between the three of us sharing memories about the core of 221 Baker Street, what we would miss most about her, and lots and lots of crying.

Dad was our rock in all of this, despite that he grieved his former landlady too. Some nights, Papa was inconsolable, and I thought his heart would literally break. He curled up in bed and sobbed full of despair. Only Dad could hope to console him, coaxing him out of the dark place he had locked himself in.

Both me and Papa agreed that we would honour Martha Hudson on the day of the funeral. Nana’s niece, Deidre, was her only living relative, and uncle Myc assured her that we would arrange everything if she weren’t able. From what Dad told me, she was relieved, having just started her tattoo studio, and she was quite short of money after the investments.

***

Leaving uncle Myc and his minions in charge of the ceremony, proved to be ingenious, as we all expected. Even Nana would’ve been pleased with him, I think.

It all took place at Pembroke Lodge in Richmond Park. The Grade II listed Georgian Mansion is a beautiful and tranquil place, posh, but not over the top.

The pleasantly warm weather allowed us to go dressed without jackets and coats. To honour Nana, all of us wore something purple, her favourite colour. Even uncle Myc acquiesced to leave his black suit at home, and instead he wore a light grey three-piece-suit with a deep purple tie.

Deidre showed up with purple nail polish, her black hair in spikes, the dramatic makeup intact, purple leather trousers, and a matching jacket with a black shirt underneath. Her Doc Martens boots were bright red. She was over the moon about the venue and to what lengths we’d gone to ensure a proper farewell for her aunt.

***

We didn’t know all the mourners, but I think I spotted a few celebrities who wore gigantic sunglasses and hats to hide their identities, which obviously had the opposite effect.

Ginny, who conducted the ceremony was a calming presence throughout, and informed the congregation that there would be one speech apart from her own, and musical elements performed by a pianist and Papa on violin.

Papa held it together through his potpourri of Nana’s favourite classical pieces. He had his eyes closed and lost himself in the music. It was heartbreakingly beautiful. Beside me Dad clasped my hand firmly and never took his eyes off Papa. Admiration, love, sorrow and grief washed over his face in quick succession. He rose when Papa lowered his bow and looked over at the coffin that was decorated with purple lilacs. I saw the moment his knees gave way, but Dad was already at his side holding him close whispering something in his ear. I went over to them to pry the violin and bow out of Papa’s limp hands and let him lean into Dad’s arms.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Dad murmured teary-eyed.

Papa’s sobbing was muffled by his face being buried in Dad’s neck. Dad’s hand cradled the back of Papa’s head like it was a delicate object made of china. Slowly, Dad led Papa back to his seat and he held him tight until it was my turn to honour my beloved Nana.

The night I decided how to do it, Dad and Papa asked if I was sure I would manage it on my own. I retorted that of course I would. I was not a child anymore. What I hadn't considered was that reading a poem out loud in my room was completely different than performing it in front of a crowd, not to mention the emotional impact this performance would have on me.

I got to my feet when Ginny gave the signal and walked over to stand beside the coffin and opened the book on the correct page. Dad and Papa noticed before I did. Something gave me away. Did the book tremble in my hands, did my legs quiver, or did my breathing start to go wild with panic? Whatever it was, they both stood, came over to me, embraced me with their backs to the onlookers to shield me.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this, Bee?” Papa asked with a thick voice filled to the brim with withheld tears.

“You don’t have to, you know. Nobody would…”

I cut Dad off abruptly feeling the soothing effect the closeness of my parents had on me.

“I’m sure. Stay, will you?” I said quietly.

“Of course,” they retorted in unison.

***

I took a deep breath, let go of my parents and we all turned to the other mourners and I started to read with one father on each side, radiating comfort and love.

Warning

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick flowers in other people’s gardens And learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go Or only bread and pickle for a week And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes. But now we must have clothes that keep us dry And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. We must have friends to dinner and read the papers. But maybe I ought to practice a little now? So, people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.

Today, I will nudge you in the direction of AO3 and the end notes to give you some context

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izzy-b-hands · 1 year

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Kraken Era Blackhands that tumbles into the promise of Steddyhands? why not. it happens here anyway lmao

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"Don't make it weird," Ed mutters, shifting Izzy onto his back. "You're lighter than I remember."

"I doubt that," Izzy says, letting his head loll forward over Ed's shoulder. His arms wrap around Ed's chest, and his legs at Ed's waist.

"No, you are," Ed grunts. "Frenchie?"

"Yeah?" Frenchie jogs up from behind them. "Raid over?"

"Absolutely not," Ed scoffs. "Go get Fang and Ivan from the ship. I should have brought them and Jim instead."

"I'm here at least," Jim interjects. "Hey, his foot is still bl-"

"I'm aware," Ed snaps. "I need to carry Izzy back while you lot get started."

"Uh," Frenchie frowns. "Not to have Fang or Ivan carry Izzy back?"

"Don't question me," Ed continues. "Not now, not ever."

"Are you just mad because you stepped on Izzy's foot accidentally and now-"

"Move, both of you," Ed charges past them back down the path, head down like a battering ram.

They step aside, and Izzy fights off a giggle. What else can he do with all of it but laugh? It's that or cry, and that wouldn't be taken very well by anyone.

"Stop wiggling," Ed commands. "Izzy. Iz! Israel!"

He drops off of Ed's back into the dirt, cackling.

"Stop," Ed says sternly, but his lip wobbles.

"I'm trying," Izzy gasps.

"You aren't," Ed bites his bottom lip, but a giggle escapes. "Stop it!"

Izzy gives in and rolls nearly face down on the path, stomach aching from laughing.

"Fine then, I'll haul you back like this!"

Ed's hands grab his ankles, rolling him onto his back before dragging him.

"Fuck," Ed snorts. "I'm gonna crack your skull open on a rock."

He drops to the ground, covers his hands, and laughs.

"Thank you for stopping," Izzy pants, barely fighting off another giggle fit. "This takes me back though."

Ed lifts his head and nods. "Fuck. I'll get you back."

Izzy pats the dirt beside him. "Let the rest of them find us. Either Jim and Frenchie will wind up back here, or Fang and Ivan will come looking."

"Yeah," Ed sighs and lays by him. "But we were gonna go raid that small encampment on the other-"

"Ed," Izzy interrupts. "It's abandoned. I'm almost certain. The Kraken has done well to earn the fear of everyone and everything near here. If they can find a way to head elsewhere, they have. It's been like that for a good while now..."

Ed sighs, then scoffs, then grumbles which turns into a scream muffled in his hands.

"Ed?"

"How did I do this again?!" Ed says miserably. "I speed ran it this time too! Even faster than when I was Blackbeard. Now there's nothing going on, nothing exciting, nothing new or different, AGAIN!"

He wants to say something, but he doesn't know what would be best.

"Iz," Ed sits up. "I don't. I don't think I want to die."

"That's good to hear," Izzy drags himself up despite a persistent dizziness. "I don't think I want to die either. Not right now, at least."

"I want him back," Ed continues. "And I want our crew again, and-"

Ed turns to him. "I know you and Stede hate each other. I know."

"I'd hate him less if he took any of it seriously," Izzy says. "He knows he could die, right? Because despite having nearly died more than once now, he seems to not get it. It's concerning, and it effects everyone-"

"I know," Ed interrupts. "I'm. Going to ask something of you. I'm banking on your loyalty."

"I'll help you find fucking Bonnet," Izzy grumbles. "I'm tired, Ed. If he makes you happy, we'll find him. You want another party to go to? We'll find one. If you want it, I will do my damnedest to find it. Besides, rarely have I had reason to say no to you or question you if it didn't also affect the crew, so..."

"Really?" Ed asks. "And you'll stay, after?"

"What is your obsession with keeping both of us?" Izzy scoffs.

"I don't want to 'keep' either of you," Ed scoffs back. "Why wouldn't I want you both around if I like both of you, if I lo-"

Ed pauses. "Oh. Oh fuck."

"Oh no," Izzy says. "Not now. Ed-"

But then he's in Ed's lap, gently pulled over and helped to sit comfortably despite his foot still bleeding away, and maybe what Ed's suggesting might not be so bad.

"They had this," Frenchie says, and sets their bounty down on the galley table.

"This is a piece of string," Ivan remarks, nudging it with a finger. "And three coins. That I'm fairly sure aren't in use anywhere anymore."

"They also had this scarf they didn't need," Jim lays the floral purple scarf down. "And some oranges."

"Boss might like the scarf," Fang says. "And we can always use more oranges. The string..."

"Never know when we might need some string," Frenchie offers.

"Exactly!" Fang smiles. "And the coins might be of interest to a collector. All in all not bad for-oh, how many did you kill?"

"None," Jim replies. "It's like, three families and a few single old people there. They made us lunch, actually."

"Then we told them who we were and what we were supposed to be doing," Frenchie says. "And we came to the agreement, once Ed and Izzy didn't come back, to just have lunch and they'd offer up what they could if we'd leave them alone."

"Diplomatic," Fang says. "Where are Ed and Izzy then?"

"They aren't here?" Jim asks.

"No," Ivan replies slowly. "Fuck."

"I think we ought to put away the loot first," Frenchie says hesitantly, watching for reactions. "Find out where to put the string. Eat an orange or two. The scarf and coins we can set aside for Ed."

"A nap would be good too," Fang says. "So we don't get tired looking for them. Easier to get hurt that way."

"Rum will help us sleep better," Ivan adds. "Jim, shall we-"

"Fuck yes," Jim grins and leads the way to the pantry.

"They'll come back," Izzy yawns. "You're cold, let me give you my vest..."

"I'm fine," Ed mumbles. "I could put my shirt back on if I wanted."

"Hm. Yeah," Izzy snuggles into his bare chest. "I figured they'd walk in on us midway through."

"Me too," Ed sighs. "Ah well. More time to plan out things, figure out where to start looking for Stede..."

A fingertip traces the length of his jaw. "And to enjoy this. I missed this, Iz. I missed..."

"Don't worry about putting words too it," Izzy says. "Not now. It fucked us up the last time, doing that, remember?"

"Things are different now," Ed replies. "We're different now. That could be different too."

He'll already be sharing Ed with Stede. That's already a huge difference.

The emotions feel too huge to tackle now though, as the sun sets and they huddle into the brush near the path.

"I'm not good at any of this," Izzy keeps his eyes shut, face half pressed against Ed. "You know that."

"I know," Ed says. "But you'll try?"

"I want to be better."

The words are barely audible, even to him, but Ed hears it. He knows when Ed pulls him closer and tighter.

"I know you do. Me too."

"We were supposed to go find something," Frenchie says, bumping into Jim. "Shit, Ed and Izzy."

"Those are someones," Fang corrects, grabbing a new rum bottle from the latest box. "Here, you're nearly empty."

"Hey," Jim slings an arm over Frenchie's shoulders. "I'm gonna tell Ivan how cute Olu is. You wanna join us?"

Frenchie nods. "Hang on, I needed to-ah, there we go. More rum!"

"More rum!"

#text post #spoiler alert no they will not remember to go find ed and izzy but that's ok bc they're fine #i mean they spent a good few hours making out and talking and frotting on a public path and have some scrapes #and Izzy's foot has...well. probably stopped bleeding on its own or the dirt has stifled it so they're fine!#long post

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leaderintitleonly · 1 year

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When Love is Useless

tw: child abuse, child neglect, parental illness Summary: Doc's childhood(a boy named Misfortune) observations of his father as he's brought home from a devastating mining accident.

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Medicine bottles were a new addition to the household. Medicine bottles of various sizes that were the same color of the child's eyes. They covered each spare surface. Some contained sweet smelling ointments and some were rolled pills that had a stench of autumn mushrooms after a rainstorm. Quite a specific smell, but one of 'almost-rot'. The hovel was normally very quiet, especially after his birth as most in the Seventh Hill whispered of his mother's instability. For his father, however, people were willing to pay visits. His father was wounded, again. This time was different. Gravely different. Somehow, by some miracle, this dwarf was alive. His arms were wrapped in layers to discourage movement and his legs were hidden beneath the layers of blankets while cushions supported his back and body. He looked like an elder, covered in cloth and ready to be interred beneath the mountain and yet he was alive, blinking, and even joking with the other miners who stopped in to visit his mother or gently ruffle his golden hair. “He's survived worse,” They'd all gruffly chuckle and assure him. “He was so excited the day you were born he slipped right down that mine shaft. He'll be hopping around like a ram in spring soon enough, Don't you worry, Misfortune!” Father's misfortune. Family's curse. His mother looked on him with disgust these days as she disappeared past the curtains to the room where the man would rest and sometimes try to speak softly from the bed roll. The adults tried to assure him that the day he was born was meant to give him something to work from; his father had an unfortunate accident that day and there was a small bit of family misfortune. His mother's hate said it all, however. He was the bad omen that had caused her husband's suffering. After all, the boy had only visited the mine days prior in hopes he could learn his father's trade. He'll curse them all! Vanny, he's got to learn a trade. All the beardlings his age are learning something. He'll make the mine collapse. The moon blotted out and you nearly broke your neck. But I didn't. I'm even stronger than ever. Tell you what, I'll leave him with the gem sorters. It's safe and outside. He won't even touch a wall. Hasty! Don't you dare let that child touch a pickaxe, he'll curse everyone and everything. You should have let me drown him like our old ways would have let me. Curses are for Whitebeards who can't accept we're new dwarfs after exile, Vanny. Vanny, my heart's treasure... let him learn from his Pa. Please.

This was a conversation that burned in Vanity's mind as she eyed the small boy who kept staring at the room she had forbade him to enter. Forbidden. This room was forbidden while the dwarf within was healing. And, again, his father's fellow miners had promised it would happen. Hasty bounced... and because of that, he always bounced back. It was a phrase that was meant to give comfort, but there was nothing comforting about those terrible screams at night. He was burning, he said. He could feel flames licking at his fingers and toes.

This was another curse brought by that thing she was forced to call her child. Misfortune had already heard her sputter it while making tea. His mother was like an angry cat ready to strike with claws at his arms and his face. If she couldn't strike with her arms, any projectile could do. Vanity had launched a hot, boiling kettle at his face. His vision had seemingly become a little more fuzzy, so he squinted more. It left a scar seared above his eyebrow, though it was discreet enough to deny everything and try to protect the shameful family secret. He could cry himself to sleep on the rug instead, though in the pit of his stomach he somehow knew that the town took pity upon his entire existence.

A fool of a father. A mother with no warmth to offer. Woe to Misfortune, a life barely begun.

The frosty presence had departed. There were medications to fill. The suffering dwarf consumed plenty and the healers were, thankfully, merciful. The boy was under strict order not to wander into the room and spread his curse further. With his brow bone still aching and his vision still a fuzzy kaleidoscope, he was eager to appease her, though she'd probably just find something else out of place for another reason to beat him. It was almost as if that was her favorite piece of music and she longed to hear it. If Misfortune was unwell and unhappy, it kept her satisfied. The curse, she'd insist, was fed and no longer looking for them.

The young dwarf kept painfully still on a cushion. It needed to be refilled with new ram's wool but his cushion had always gone neglected. His knees met with the floor, causing him to wince as he tried to shift what little filling was left in order to stay comfortable while he waited. It was always waiting. Exhausted amber eyes rested on the hovel door. Any minute now...

A voice cried out from the forbidden room. Begging. Calling.

“Vanny...? Vanny, are you there?”

He's not supposed to see his father. He's not supposed to think about his father. Even uttering the name 'Pa' will get his ears boxed in, but the noise is just so terrible and mournful that Misfortune can't ignore his father. Not like this. He stood, much to the relief of his knees, and pulled back the curtain to the nearly mummified dwarf in the room.

“Vanny- Oh! It's you!” The voice turns more excited. “My boy! Sit with me? Sit with me! That'll make your Ol' Pa feel better.”

He could already feel her hands around his neck and on his face. Yet the straining in his voice-

Making himself smaller than he already was, the boy took meager steps forward, feeling his heart climb to his throat. He was wanted. This man, his father, wanted him. He was rarely wanted and he knew that. The man before him would rarely argue with his mother to make the child feel wanted and loved, save for a few days ago. The result of his single act of benevolence was the copious amounts of bandages and pain that now kept him fairly immobile.

But he was being called for.

The boy stood by his father's side and wrinkled his nose. Clearing his throat, he desperately tried to summon his bravery. “I'm here. C-can you see me?”

There was silence. It was an odd, tense silence and then his father spoke. “Did I move any? Did I nod my head?”

“No, father.”

“Oh.” His voice went flat. The boy looked suddenly horrified and took a large step back from the bedroll. “I see you just fine! Look at you...!” He stirred, then let out a frightening sound. It sounded somewhat like a boar in heat with a cracked hoof and an abscessed tooth. It was horrible and piercing. The neighbors probably heard him. Hasty wasn't one to give into embarrassment like his wife would, but he eventually quieted down. “Like the flames of the Thane nipping at my heels!”

Ah yes, blame the Thane. The Thane in Yellow. A change in one's life and destiny. Apparently that was what his father blamed every accident on. The Thane was simply bored and needed another dwarf to pester. Out of all dwarfs, some just made more amusing targets than others...

An old fashioned curse was his mother's choice for the blame. Maybe he was bad luck but the Thane in Yellow had chosen him to be miserable and make others miserable... Though he wouldn't be caught saying that, at least not to the dwarf before him. The boy winced and watched his father as his heart climbed higher. The pulsing wasn't just in his throat now, but his tongue and roof of his mouth.

“Pa...”

“I'll be fine. Never better. Never fitter. Don't you worry your head and toes.”

He shifted his arms in pure defiance even with a few hisses of pain. Misfortune had seen his father injured plenty of times before, but not like this.

Noticing the child's apprehension and the odd silence, Hasty quickly segued back to his original thoughts. “I'm a little fuzzy, boy. It gets all tiring being in bed. But maybe you'd keep me company? I heard you get lessons from the elders now. Maybe you'd tell me a story. It'd keep my thoughts focused. It'd get me healing quicker, honest.” Through the bandages, his thick and parched lips forced themselves into a wary smile. “Come on now, son. Sit with me. Tell Pa.”

That moment began to etch itself in Misfortune's mind. This would become the most prominent memory of his father; no visible face, smiling lips, and bound so that he wouldn't move in order to keep him comfortable. A gentle voice of a coward who barely knew how to love anyone but his wife and was trying so desperately to grasp onto the child before him and give him some shred of hope.

There were so many times he had looked away when she had lifted him by the arm and taken a spoon to the back of his knees or ignored his sobs of hunger when he hadn't sat down fast enough to be fed. In this very moment, they had a quiet moment to talk without a threat behind them to lookout for.

Misfortune gave a small nod and tripped over his own feet while searching for his notes. He had only just become a student. Studying runes were difficult but doing math by the stars was his favorite. The only way he could remember the elders telling stories was by trying to haphazardly sketch out what they spoke. Maybe his father would enjoy that.

Pulling up his flattened cushion, he revealed a small pad of paper woven together with string and pulled it into his shaking arms. If the gods were merciful, maybe this would encourage his father to focus on his health and start paying attention when someone flagged a weak wall. It wasn't worth trying to keep up human relations to rush and have your body crushed like this, was it? Trying to squint his eyes, the boy seemed frustrated with his notes. The kettle had done something to his vision. The runes seemed blurry and his nose was pressed so close to the paper that he could smell the pulp and ink.

“Boy... Boy... It's burning... please... Before your mother... before...!”

Right, a story... He wanted a story. Misfortune turned quickly and rushed back into the forbidden room with the ailing man. “It's a little hard to read, Pa.”

“Well, tell me what you remember! I bet your mind is like a good steel trap. You had a good eye for those, uh... those...” He stuttered to himself and fumbled. “The table. The table, you were at.”

“The diamonds? When I sorted them?”

“Right. Right. The flames just burn so bad, my boy. They burn. My boy, you'll be just fine. You'll do better than me.”

Squinting and scrunching his nose, his dark eyes scanned the page for the drawings he had made. With a soft, delighted coo, he ran a finger over the dried ink. “We learned about the mightiest wolf...how the sun was shining upon him and how he believed himself blessed because he was casting a mighty shadow...”

The dwarf hummed to himself. Ah, this story. “Yes... and? He was big, wasn't he? With a big shadow.”

The unfortunate child nodded and turned the page, giving a ghost of a glimpse of his drawings. They were good, from what the father could see, but soon the pain washed over him and that much was forgotten. “He stood still and admired his very big shadow and thought that the gods blessed him with a big shadow for being so mighty... He thought that perhaps that he should challenge a lion for his territory.”

“A lion!” The father gasped, but then coughed and sputtered. “A lion!” He repeated again, trying to control the aches in his chest, but they slipped free with a groan. “That wolf...”

Misfortune nodded. “But then the sun slipped behind a cloud, like it had overheard the wolf... The lion had been there all along, watching and waiting. And with the shadows he...” The boy turned the page and soon found his mother's fist making contact with his skull. He immediately saw stars.

“What did I tell you about coming in here?! You're going to spread your filth, you little vermin! Get out! Get out of here!”

Misfortune's frightened eyes searched for his father but the man remained silent. Not a single protestation was uttered. He never fought for the child or protected him. There wasn't a single word for his behalf. He simply lay there, allowing the punches and kicking. The boy fled, weeping. He wasn't sure why it would be so different this time. Yet those kind words seemed like they were meant for him. Just once, they seemed meant for him and entirely unconditional. He fled to his usual place of refuge; the rug he always slept on. Curling up with his notes, the body shuddered.

I will be better than you. I will defend my child. I will protect my child. I will be better than you...

“He charmed you, didn't he? The little filthy demon! Why did you ever let me keep him alive?”

“It burns, Vanity. It all burns. My hands. My toes. My face, it burns...”

The dwarven woman stood at her husband's side, looking lost and defeated. “I'll do all I can, my love. And I'll keep the rat out of your room.”

Misfortune became used to the fuzziness in his vision. It had healed for the most part, though he found it was unbearable during bouts of exhaustion. Days had past and he was growing used to not just the routine of poor sight, but his father's wailings. Fire Illness, they whispered. He'd never stand again. The visits from friends and family had tapered off. It was back to being pariahs again.

This was permanent. The rantings of the fire and pain. That was why they had named the illness so simply. Eventually there would be no dwarf left, just a husk of one. Though his father had landed him in trouble last time, he couldn't resist peering into the room with a bit of pity. It was quiet, for now. With his mother at the market, perhaps he could have a chance to say something while he slept.

“My boy?”

Or he was awake. It was difficult to tell when they were hesitant to remove all the bandages. There was still a strip that was attached to his eyebrows and hung over, keeping his eyes covered in a shadow.

“Oh... h-hello.”

“Well, look at you.”

It was the same as always. Misfortune felt sick. He stood at the man's side as a diligent son to a cowardly father. He could try to pretend to be a good son at least for a few moments.

“Oh, do the elders send beardlings to the sick now? That's so kind, thinking of those without little ones to keep them.”

Misfortune felt as if he had been slapped again. Was he pretending not to know him? Yet he prattled on.

“Me and Vanny tried so hard, but I guess I failed her. I would have loved a little beardling just like you. You seem like a sweet lad-” He paused and coughed, though the cough seemed more sticky and ominous this time. He hissed and whimpered for a time, but eventually the dwarf eased and focused back on the boy. “Well, do you have a story for me?”

So this was what they meant by a withered husk. His father couldn't fight much longer. At least he could remember his mother, but remembering his son had been a fight that he was going to lose. It was something he couldn't understand why. Maybe he just wasn't important enough. Maybe his father was just too scared to challenge the woman. At least for moment they had warmth but it was all gone now.

“W-well... Vanity had to run errands. She asked me to check on you.”

“Did she now? Oh, she worries so much...” Hasty's body began to ease. “I'll take a nap so she won't be so hard on you, my boy. She can be very difficult.”

“Y-yes. Difficult.”

It was almost immediate. The dwarf had gone to sleep. Maybe he was sleep deprived from the never-ending pain. Taking this as an opportunity to flee while he could, the boy fled from the room like he had weeks before and made sure to sit quietly while staring at the wall.

Hasty hadn't been a good dwarf or a very good father, but he was somewhat inspiring.

That was something Doc knew for certain.

#doc fics #doc energy #just doc things #snow white and the seven dwarfs #the seven dwarfs #child abuse cw #child abuse #child neglect cw #child neglect #parental illness #parental illness cw

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chasing-classics · 3 years

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Our Little Secret Sessions- Nate Jacobs x Reader (2)

Pairing(s): Nate Jacobs x Reader

Warning(s): SMUT, language, toxic relationships, older reader, NON-CON

Summary: After landing a job as the high school’s new counselor you settle into your new home, unaware of what danger lurks just outside your front door. In Part Two, you meet another one of your students, only to be interrupted by the boy next door.

Part 1

A couple of weeks had passed since your encounter with Nate, but the fear of what the teenage was capable of remained fresh in your mind. You could never forget the dominant, controlling look in his eyes when he had threatened you in your office. Since then, you had been unable to sleep properly and you found yourself constantly looking over your shoulder. On the bright side, you had not encountered him face-to-face since that day, but his presence could always be felt never too far away. He was like some sort of predator, a beast lurking in a dense jungle. Eyes sharp and ready to go in for the kill at any moment.

‘’Um miss?’’ a voice broke you out of your thoughts.

You quickly snapped your head up, sitting straight up in your office chair as a young girl stood in the doorway. She was average height for her age, dark hair, glamorous makeup, and full lips. You had seen her walking down the hall a few times, an air of confidence always surrounding her. She reminded you of the girls you hated when you were in high school.

‘’I’m so sorry, please come in,’’ you extended your hand, gesturing to one of the empty chairs or the couch in front of your desk. She nodded, shutting the door behind her as she made herself comfortable.

‘’I’m sorry, I’m still getting used to everything here. I’m Miss y/l/n,’’ you held out your hand for her to shake. She looked down at it before slowly returning the gesture. Whether she just wasn’t used to people being polite to her or she just didn’t like you, you weren’t sure.

‘’Maddy,’’ she replied, her expression unreadable.

‘’Well how can I help you Maddy?’’ you offered a kind smile despite her semi-cold attitude.

Her eyes flickered, searching for the right words to express her thoughts. Your brow furrowed as she visibly struggled.

‘’This is a safe place Maddy, whatever you tell me stays between us,’’ you encouraged.

She bit down on her lip, hands twisting and fumbling in her lap as her leg bounced. Finally, she met your concerned gaze with a sigh.

‘’Do you think sexuality is a spectrum?’’ she blurted out.

The question took you back, it taking everything in your for your mouth to stay shut.

‘’Well, in my opinion it certainly can be. There doesn’t necessarily have to be a one-size-fits-all or black and white approach to it. But I really think it depends on you and your preferences-‘’

‘’N-no. Not me,’’ she cut you off, still seemingly nervous. You arched a brow, trying to decipher what she was talking about.

‘’Is everything ok, Maddy?’’

‘’Look there’s this. . .guy who I’m seeing. And I found-‘’

Knocking on your door made the two of you jump. A lump formed in your throat when the handle twisted and the door opened, revealing none other than Nate fucking Jacobs.

You quickly cast a glance at Maddy who, for some reason or another, looked almost as petrified as you felt.

‘’Oh sorry Miss y/l/n, I didn’t know you were busy,’’ Nate practically hissed out the last word as his gaze fell upon Maddy.

‘’Mister Jacobs, I’m with Maddy right now. If you’d like we can schedule a meeting-‘’

‘’No! No, it’s ok, miss. I’ll be late for class anyway,’’ Maddy scrambled to collect her bag and rush out the door.

‘’I can write you a hallpass,’’ your words jumbled, practically pleading with the girl to stay so that you were not left alone with this sociopath. The smirk on Nate’s face made your blood run cold.

Maddy murmured a quick ‘’bye’’ before the door shut closed behind Nate’s lanky figure. He scoffed, steadily turning his attention back to you as you shakily stood.

‘’You can’t just show up like that. I have a job to do and anyone could-‘’

‘’Take your pants off,’’ he abruptly interrupted you.

A pitiful squeak, similar to that of a puny mouse cornered in a snake pit, escaped your lips as the air left your lungs.

‘’What?’’ you felt your heart began to beat faster as Nate took a step towards you after locking your door, sealing your fate.

‘’I said, take your pants off. And bend over your desk,’’ his deep voice shook you to your core.

‘’Nate, please,’’ you whispered, trying to sum up as much courage and dominance as you could as you stood straight and met his terrifying gaze.

He didn’t respond as his hands descended on you. One locked itself onto the back of your neck and played with your hair as the other began to roughly grope your breasts through your flimsy shirt. His mouth pressed rough, hearted kissed onto the column of your neck as his breath fanned hot flames onto your soft skin. You felt paralyzed as his grip tightened, you having to bite your lips from crying out.

You jumped when his large hand made its’ way underneath your shirt and the material of your bra. He easily captured a nipple between his index and middle finger and began to pinch and squeeze and tug on the sensitive bud, expertly rolling it however way he sought fit.

‘’L-leave,’’ you whispered. Half of you was praying and the other was making a rather pathetic attempt to reestablish authority over him.

‘’If I walk out that door, everyone will know how you slept with a student,’’ he threatened, biting at the soft juncture between your neck and shoulder, making you hiss in pain.

‘’I didn’t know!’’ you whimpered, cursing the way your body reacted to both his touch and his voice.

Your nipples were overstimulated at this point, any rubbing against your bra or touch from Nate’s fingers had you mewling like a helpless kitten. Your knees locked together as you felt the heat expand downward from your arousal.

‘’The sooner you give in, the sooner I leave. The less chance you have of someone catching us,’’ he groaned, grinding his thickness into your lower abdomen so you felt what was awaiting you.

You let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly as you nervously fumbled with your jeans. Nate all but growled when he saw the delicate lace material that hid your womanhood. His breathing labored and his cock twitched. Since he had last had you he had messed around with Maddy a few times, trying to placate his urges, trying to forget about his attractive new neighbor and school counselor. But something about you, the way you were allured him to you. He found himself craving you, imagining your cries and moans as he thrusted wildly into Maddy. He found himself becoming rougher at the thought of having you once again, all to himself. His little taboo. Today, he found he couldn’t wait any longer and found himself at your office door, ready to continue your secret little sessions.

By the time your jeans had pooled around your ankles and your underwear shortly followed, your boots providing you with a little more height than usual, Nate grew tired of waiting. He shoved your paperwork, cleverly unhooking your phone in case anyone called, and shoved you down by your neck so that your body was painfully bent over the unforgiving surface.

Your cheek pressed against the wood of the desk, your eyes searching for anything to focus on as you tried to block out the jingling of his belt and the sound of his zipper being pulled down. You felt the heat of his cock at your entrance as Nate folded himself onto you, his breath hitting your cheek and neck as his toned abs gently grazed your spine and ass.

‘’Be quiet,’’ he warned, one massive hand wrapping around your face to cover your mouth. You winced as he spit down onto your spread pussy, using his thumb as makeshift lubricate. He hummed in approval at the feel of your arousal and you didn’t need to face him to know he had a chesire cat grin on his pale face. You could feel him retreat his hips before he lunged forward and sheathed his massive dick into your tight canal. You screamed against his hand, although it was practically just muffled mewls given his tight grip as he began rotating his hips, stretching your tightness to welcome whatever he was about to give you.

‘’Shhhh, good girl, look at you taking it like a champ,’’ he mocked as he reluctantly pulled out, only to violently snap forward, your body lunging with his brutal movements.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you were ashamed to admit they were in pleasure. The feeling of complete fulness outweighed the pain, but you made a pitiful attempt to reach behind you and shove him back. You yelped as his other hand locked your wrists and pinned them to the small of your back, your body helpless and completely on display as Nate continued his brutal pace. He felt every quiver, every squeeze that your sweet pussy gave him. He nearly came within the first few minutes of being inside of you, but he managed to hold off. The way you squealed under him, your smaller body rocking in tune with his thrusts, and the way your tight pink pussy latched onto him to the point he dragged your body back as he pulled out was nothing that he had ever had before. He pressed more of his weight into you, trying to keep his own grunts and moans quiet as he gripped your face and wrists.

‘’So good,’’ he kept repeating in your neck as he hammered into you. The wet noises and sound of his hips violently meeting your backside filled you with fear that someone would come in and catch you. Your squealing and cries slowly transformed into needy moans and whimpers, you faintly acknowledged your juices beginning to drip down your inner thighs and you felt your insides begin to coil.

‘’N-Nate,’’ you breathlessly cried against his palm, attempting to suck in as much air through your nose as you could. He bite down on your shoulder, tongue lapping at the faint angry marks, groaning as his pace did not let out. He was impossibly thick and girthy, filling you and hitting your cervix with every ram of his hips. Your hands twitched and knees buckled as his cock began throbbing along your velvet walls. You couldn’t help but squeeze him as your own climax began to form, causing him to hiss against your shoulder.

‘’Gonna fill you up, oh fuck,’’ you faintly deciphered him growling out as you were forced to take his thrusts.

Your clit throbbed almost painfully, knuckles turning lighter as your fists clenched against your back. He abruptly released your wrists, opting to clutch the curve of your hip as he forced your body back to meet his awaiting thrusts, making you cry out every time he angrily entered you. As you cried out with each thrust, he groaned, feeling your release incredibly close. He angled his hips slightly higher and dove in, grinning as he heard your moans, your pussy locking onto his dick as your orgasm coated him. He slowed his pace just to watch the way he glistened from your juices, enjoying the sinful squelching noises you both produced as he shoved himself repeatedly into you, before regaining his violent momentum.

His grip on you tightened impossibly as you lay limp underneath him, lost in the waves of your release. All you felt was your body being forced back and forth as Nate impaled you onto his angry member. You swore you saw actual stars bouncing around your vision before you were forced back down into reality as he removed his hand from your mouth (finally) and gripped your throat. Through his animalistic movements he angled your face back to meet his in a bruising, possessive kiss as he ensured every inch of him was buried to the hilt inside of you as he shuddered. You groaned as the warmth of his cum filled your abused pussy. He moved against you one last time before slowly pulling you out and stuffing himself back into his jeans and zipping it back up. You winced when you felt a finger trace your lower lips and shove some of his load back into your sore pussy.

‘’Get dressed,’’ his voice conveyed his relaxation and his gaze was surprising soft as he helped you stand up.

You didn’t speak as you redressed, your face still flushed with a postcoital glow. He tucked some of your hair out of your face as his eyes searched yours, his thoughts unreadable. But just as his expression lingered on borderline affection, that cruel teenage-boy smirk reappeared as his hand thumbed the base of your neck in a warning grip.

‘’I’m going to need that hall pass.’’

#nate jacobs x reader #euphoria #nate jacobs #jacob elordi #Smut #maddy perez #euphoria hbo #nate jacobs smut #angst

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miiamour · 3 years

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Hi!!!! I don’t know if you are taking requests, but could you write some ron weasly angst??? Maybe with a fluff ending? Maybe him making the reader feel insecure or something like that, I don’t know :) Love your writing so much :):)

am i that girl you dream of?

fem!slytherin!reader x ron weasley

summary: you and ron are in a secret relationship— scared of what others will think, but it still doesn’t stop you from getting insecure when he’s flirted with.

warnings: angst, fluff at the end, mentions of cheating, insecurities in relationship, alcohol, illusions to sex/making out hermione slander but only if you squint.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: eek thank you for the request <3 btw i’m literally 4 away from 200 so hopefully this helps me hit 200!

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the smell of alcohol lingered throughout the room, along with the slight aroma that sweaty teenagers gave off when they’re dancing against each other. the lights in the gryffindor common room were slightly dimmed with a red tint, but still bright enough to see hermione granger flirting with your boyfriend.

granted, she didn’t know— nobody did, but that didn’t mean she have to grab onto his arm every time time he made a joke. it was upsetting to say the least, but it technically wasn’t your place to say anything but it took every ounce of self control to not walk over there and kiss him, showing everyone that ron belongs to you or ram hermione’s head into the wall; either worked for you.

you and ron had been secretly dating for a few months. you were both terribly afraid of what others thought, him more than you; he was a gryffindor with slytherin hating friends and you were a slytherin.

honestly, it was but fun in the beginning; pretending to hate each other, sneaking around, the thrill of possibly getting caught was exhilarating but now, now it just exhausting. you were tired of simply just hanging out in his dorm when no one was around; you wanted to be able to hold his hand in the halls and go out in hogsmeade dates like regular couples.

at times you questioned if he was ashamed of you but he assured you that he wasn’t— although you weren’t so sure now, it had been months and he had yet to tell a soul about the two of you and he was allowing hermione to hopelessly flirt with him.

to be fair, you weren’t sure if ron was even aware that she was flirting or not. but you, you knew. the whole common room could’ve seen it but ron wouldn’t recognize a flirt attempt if it danced naked in front of him wearing dobby’s tea cozy.

but you couldn’t do anything about it; you simply stood there, watching the boy you weren’t supposed to love but did, as girl— who, now that you think about it, is prettier— flirt with him.

your usual self confidence was being teared down, bit by bit, as you watched hermione bat her eyelids at your boyfriend. your finger danced along the rim of your red solo cup that was previously filled with beer, some muggle alcohol— which is nothing like butterbeer.

you honestly couldn’t blame ron, just look at her; she had perfect smile, big doe like brown eyes, and she was smart— ron always admired that about her. you knew that ron had a crush on hermione prior to the two of you dating but he always assured you that he didn’t have any feelings towards her anymore but watching them flirt gave you doubts.

“hey y/n, you alright?” blaise zabini had interrupted your thoughts, he attempted to look in the direction of your gaze “weasley? why’re you staring at him? you fancy him or something?” he asked teasingly.

“what? no! i’m not staring, i just— just zoned out, that’s all” you lied as you turned to the drink table to pour grab something stronger— firewhiskey.

blaise and you had been bestfriends since your first year, and you hadn’t told him about you and ron. you felt a bit guilty about it but ron always told you that you guys could tell people when the time was right, but the time was never right.

“alright then, but if you do fancy him you better hurry up because seems like him and hermione are going up to his dorm” he said casually while pointing his hand in their direction, ron and hermione were walking up towards the boy dormitory.

you turned so fast, you were sure your neck would’ve snapped. “what!” you felt your face redden and your stomach was doing flips.

“y/n!?” blaise called out after you but you were already half way to ron’s dorm.

your heart beat faster with every step you took, exasperation flooding through your veins. your hand— your body shook as it gripped on the door handle, you quickly prayed that what you thought what was going on, wasn’t actually going on.

you forcefully opened the door, the first thing you see being ron— shirtless. “ronald weasley! what the bloody hell do you think you’re doing!” you yelled out at him as if the door didn’t startle them enough.

“y/n! hey, what— what’re you doing here?” his eyes bulging out of his sockets as he jerks his head towards hermione.

“y/n?” hermione yelled out as she backed up away from ron with a rag in her hand.

you ignored hermione and turned to ron, “what am i doing here? i see you walk up to your dorm with another girl! what do expect me to do?” you walked closer to him, pushing on his bare chest with your finger.

“what? another girl?“ hermione mumbles to herself. “if i may—“ she interjects only for you to put your free hand in her face and shout out, “no!”

“how dare you ron! if you didn’t want to be with me anymore, just say so! merlin, you are infuriating—

“no, love, hermione spilled firewhiskey on my shirt!” he throws his hands up in defense as you kept walking towards him until his legs hit foot of his bed.

“i don’t give a damn if hermione spilled—“ you stopped yourself once you properly processed his words “she spilled firewhiskey on you?” you looked between ron and hermione, she was holding a rag, helping ron get cleaned up.

“yes, darling, firewhiskey; that’s why we came up here and why my shirt’s off” he explained before reaching for another shirt to slip on, and before you could apologize hermione spoke.

“l-love? darling? wait, wait— are you two together?” hermione babbled out like a fish out of water.

“surprise!” ron mocked jazz hands,

“nearly eight months” you add.

hermione’s nostrils flared as she walked up to ron “why. didn’t. you. tell. me.” she hit him with the rag between each word.

“y/n, i apologize if he has done anything stupid in the last eight months; he hadn’t had a girl tell him what he’s doing wrong” she said half-jokingly.

well now you felt worse; you thought hermione had tried to after ron, they really were just friends.

“i’ll leave you two alone now” hermione began to walk out the door, “oh and don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone; secrets safe with me” she said after peering her head through the door and ‘zipping’ her lips together and throwing away the key.

you sat next to ron, your heart was slowing down from the fast pace it was previously going at. after a few moments you started, “i’m sor—“

“i’m sorry” ron interrupted.

“why’re you sorry? i’m the one who went all crazy girlfriend.” you shifted closer to him.

“it’s understandable. if i saw you go up to your dorm with another guy, let’s be honest, i’d be way crazier” he placed a hand on your knee and sparks erupted. you were so sensitive to his touch that even the slightest graze of an elbow when you sat next to each other left your stomach doing flips.

“but i still shouldn’t have. you assured me that you and hermione were just friends and i didn’t believe you— i was just being insecure” you said the last part i’m a quiet voice, slightly hoping that he didn’t hear.

ron moved closer to you and wrapped an arm around you “there is no need to be insecure, you’re the only girl i want to be with”

“am i?” you asked, shifting away from ron.

“what’s that supposed to mean? there aren’t any other girls that flirt with me— right?” ron’s eyebrows furrowed.

“this isn’t about girls flirting won’t you l, i’m just saying— do you really want to be with me? am i that girl you dream of?” you stood up in front of him. your throat burned with every breath.

“of course i want to be with you!” this time he stood up.

“then why do act like you’re ashamed? why do we have to keep our relationship hidden?” you yelled out, partially startling ron. tears brimmed your eyes but you refused to let them down.

he walked up to you and grabbed the sides of you face. ron’s eyes were glossy and sunken; filled with guilt and sympathy. “i am not ashamed of you. i’m scared of what people would think about us— people would think ‘what a weird couple, she’s way too fit for him” he flayed his arms mockingly.

you playfully slapped his shoulder, “you care way too much about what others think, ron. besides, i’m tired of sneaking around.” you said more seriously.

“so what? you want to break up?” ron sat back down on the bed and pressed his lips together to keep from smirking.

you took a deep breath to keep yourself from ripping ron’s head off, “no, i— ugh, nevermind” you began to walk away

“i’m joking!” ron gently tugged your arm, and pulled you towards so you stood in between his legs. “y/n, do you want to be my public girlfriend?” he asked you as he wrapped his arms around you.

you put a finger to your chin, pretending to be thinking about it. “hmm, no thanks” you replied.

ron began poking and tickle at your sides.

“you know, if this is your way of getting me to be your girlfriend— stop it!— it’s not a very good one” you giggled in between words.

“merlin, you’re lucky i love you” ron breathed out, not quite realizing what he said.

“you what?” you asked breathlessly.

“oh shit, erm— i love you. yeah. i love you. that’s okay right? i mean you don’t have to say it back but if you want—“

you interrupted ron by kissing him, “i love you too” you mumbled against his lips.

everything worked out. ron loved you and you loved him back. fireworks erupted in your stomach every time you kissed him and your brain went foggy; focusing on nothing but him.

turns out that you are that girl he dreams of.

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babybluebex · 3 years

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sincerity [bucky barnes x reader]

➽ pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 1.2k ➽ summary: bucky surprises you by coming home early from a mission, and you surprise him right back. ➽ warnings: pregnancy, alpine being a brat ➽ a/n: alpine alpine alPINE ALPINE. that is all.

When I walked into the kitchen, the sight before me was a welcome one. My big Bucky, gone on a mission for the last four months, was standing at the stove. His sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, his brow furrowed as he concentrated on the pancakes. That was a ritual for us at this point; whenever Bucky returned from a mission, he made me breakfast. He said that it helped him decompress after the anxiety-inducing situation, and I never minded too much.

I came to associate the smell of pancakes with my Bucky. They were the only thing he really knew how to cook that I was willing to eat (I love him, but I refuse to eat the boiled cabbage that he liked so much, probably because he had grown up in the Depression). A shudder ran down my body, and I wrapped my arms tight around myself. “Hi, Buck,” I said, my voice at a croaking whisper. “When’d you get in?”

“About an hour ago,” Bucky said easily. He didn’t seem startled by my presence, and I assumed that he had probably sensed me walk into the room, as he often did. He was vigilant of everything and, while the protection was welcome, it hurt my heart. He pulled me into the side of his body and buried a kiss in my messy hair, and I let out a little squeak of comfort. His arm was cold against my back, but the soft clicking of it as he held me tightly put me at ease. Bucky was home. “You seem like you slept well.”

“Not really,” I shrugged and played with the hem of his dark red henley shirt. “I was worried about you.”

“You don’t need to worry about me, doll,” Bucky told me, and he abandoned the pancakes for just a moment in order to fully hug me. My arms went around his neck and he lifted me off the floor with the force of his hug. “I can hold my own.”

“I know,” I mumbled, and Bucky set me back down. His left hand came up and captured my chin between his forefinger and thumb, and he pressed his mouth to mine. His stubble stung my skin, but I just kept kissing him. Four months was an awful long time to be separated from someone, especially someone in Bucky’s place. He couldn’t call me, lest his enemy trace it and find me. It was a total communication blackout every time he left for a mission, but that only made our reunions that much sweeter. “I can’t help it, though, Buck. When your boyfriend’s an Avenger, you tend to worry.”

“I’m not--” Bucky began and gently nipped at my bottom lip. “An Avenger. It’s a miracle I’m not in jail.”

I nodded in agreement and kissed him again, and then a soft murp came from behind us. I turned to see Alpine perched next to the sink, her yellow eyes blinking slowly at Bucky. Even though Alpine was technically our cat, everyone knew that Bucky and Alpine were an inseparable duo. He was her papa and, whenever Bucky was home, Alpine was sure to be close behind. “Oh, there she is,” Bucky cooed. “Hello, Alpine.” He gave Alpine a soft scratch behind her perked, pink ears and placed a soft kiss on his nose, and he said, “How’s my princess doing?”

Alpine murped at Bucky again and rammed her head into his palm in demand of more loving. In an instant, Bucky had Alpine in his arms, and she was wriggling her way up to perch on one of his broad shoulders. “Gonna help cook Momma’s breakfast?” Bucky asked, his eyes twinkling as he looked at his cat. “We’re almost done, baby-cat.”

Alpine’s tail twitched as Bucky dipped a finger in the leftover pancake batter, and she licked it greedily when he offered it to her. I could hear her purring, and I gently ran my fingers along her tail.

“You’re such a sweetheart with her,” I remarked. “The Winter Soldier has a heart; who knew?”

“Not that big of a heart,” Bucky said as he rolled his eyes. “Just enough room for you and Alpine.”

“And Steve?”

“And Steve,” Bucky concurred with a nod.

“And Sam?”

“That’s pushing it,” Bucky said quickly. “You, Steve, and Alpine only.”

“I’m in good company, then,” I said, and I pressed a chaste kiss to his mouth. “I… I, uh, actually really hope that you can find room in your heart for one more.”

“What do you mean?” Bucky asked. Four eyes were on me, two yellow and two blue; Alpine already knew what I meant, of course, and I was sure that Bucky was catching on.

Quietly, I took his left hand in mine. The vibranium was cold, hard, and unforgiving, but I had never been afraid of it or him. He had to have known how much I loved him. If he didn’t, he was about to find out. “Bucky…” I started. “James Barnes…” Then, I pressed his hand to my stomach. After four months, there was the slightest bump under my shirt that usually went unnoticed, and his metal fingers twitched with recognition.

When he spoke, his voice was a whisper. “How long have you known?” Bucky asked.

“Two weeks after you left,” I told him.

Bucky pulled Alpine off of his shoulder and hugged me tightly, his face finding home in my neck. “Oh, my girl,” he whispered. “My best girl. My best girls!” He grabbed my waist and kissed me with a nearly visible excitement, and a laugh bubbled from his chest.

“You think it’s a girl?” I asked.

“I do,” Bucky nodded quickly. “Yeah… Beatrice.”

“Beatrice Barnes,” I said softly. “Bea Barnes. Oh, she sounds lovely, Bucky. But what if it’s a boy?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky said. He brushed a lock of hair off of my forehead and kissed my skin gently, and he whispered, “Any ideas?”

“Yeah,” I said gently. “I think… James Buchanen Barnes Jr. JJ.”

“You…” Bucky started, and his words died in his throat. “You’d wanna name him after me?”

“Yeah,” I said softly. “I mean, at the very least, so we can get some use out of the name James.”

Bucky laughed, and Alpine jumped onto the counter next to us. Before we could stop her, she was dipping her whiskers in the pancake batter, and Bucky pulled away from me to wipe her face clean. His face was pink and his eyes were glowing, and he ran a hand over his forehead, like he was trying to push his hair back. Speaking of…

“What happened to your hair, love?” I asked.

“Oh, our targets had recognized me with it,” Bucky said. “I… I had to cut it.”

I pouted and tried to fluff up his shorn hair. “Try to grow it back for me?” I asked.

“It’ll take a while for it to get as long as it was,” Bucky told me.

“It’s alright, we have time,” I said. “Just as long as it happens.”

“You know I’d do anything for you,” Bucky said. “Especially now that you’re…” He gave a content sigh, and he practically melted into me. “Now that you’re pregnant, doll. God, I love you.”

“I love you too,” I whispered. There was a nudge at my ankle and dissatisfied beep from the floor, and I said, “I love you too, Alpine.”

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bokugaos · 3 years

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cheering crowd.

pairing: bokuto x reader

length: 2k

tags: exhibitionism, predicament bondage, master/pet, degradation, nipple play, lactation, belly bulge, cum inflation, double penetration (one hole), toys, creampie

it’s all just a show and make-believe, but when the curtain goes up and there’s a sea of people behind it, you still flinch back and want to shield yourself from everyone’s eyes.

of course, that is impossible with your hands bound behind your back. still, it makes you wobble on the unstable stools you’re kneeling on, and as you tense your abdominal muscles and struggle to regain balance, you finally realize the predicament you’re in.

there’s an uncomfortable pull from the rope wrapped around you and attached to the floor, and the gentle, not quite satisfying slide of the fake cock in your ass.

you close your eyes and take a deep, shuddering breath through your nose, teeth gently digging at the ball gag in your mouth.

you have to remind yourself that this is all just a game; that this is make-believe, that nobody other than bokuto will put a hand on you. there are lights on stage that transform the onlookers into a faceless, dark mass.

you blink, trying to discern some of the faces. you want to know if there is anybody in the crowd that you know; maybe have a friendly face that you can hold on to while you are being put on display, visible to everybody and so very, very vulnerable—but your eyes start tearing up from the glare of the light and you’d rather keep them closed.

which makes the whole thing even more scary. your thighs are trembling until the motion travels down and into the unsteady stools you are kneeling on. again, you are clumsily fucking yourself a bit deeper onto the generously lubed dildo before trying to pull up and away, the bindings tugging at your limbs in the process.

you whine, suddenly frustrated with the whole situation—and it hasn’t even been ten minutes yet. nothing has happened at all, other than your blatant exposure and your indignant, embarrassing struggling.

the crowd is watching you fight your bondage, and it makes you all the more antsy. you know they can see how unsure you are about this whole thing. you know they can see all your movements, and you don’t quite like the thought of it. of them realizing that you’re still a pet in training; that your master is letting you play like this for the very first time—

you can feel him hovering just behind you. his energy is warm and vibrating; like he has to physically hold himself back from gentling you down and reassuring you. it’s not what the audience wants, though, and it’s killing you that he has not touched you for the longest time.

everything is so quiet.

one of your legs jerks suddenly, nearly kicking the stools away, and you cry out soft and pathetic, the sound muffled by the gag. your head falls back when the sensation of the fake cock sliding deeper into your belly has warmth radiating off of his insides.

and like that has been the start signal, the show suddenly gets rolling.

“a gorgeous specimen, this one.” an unfamiliar voice booms.

your head jerks around. you try to see who is the one that has spoken, but the person is nowhere to be seen. your sudden motion has you wobbling again as well, and as you struggle not to fall, the binding around your chest tightening.

you groan into your gag, feeling drool starting to slip from the corner of your mouth. you’re very aware of your tits now; hanging from its own weight. it feels swollen from the squeeze, and nothing much has happened yet other than you getting trussed into this current situation by bokuto’s warm and sure hands.

there’s a harness around your waist to make sure you don’t hurt yourself if you were to completely fall off the unsteady stool you’re kneeling on, and you are uncomfortably aware of how it is framing your upper body and making them look more plush than usual; tits looking even bigger and flush, almost.

“there it is,” the unfamiliar voice croons, jerking you out of your thoughts once more. the man laughs. it does not sound belittling, but he seems trained in this kind of thing; like he could make his voice do all sorts of nasty things. like he enjoys doing this.

“she’s getting nice and drunk, do you see? she’s struggling so hard not to go down, but we all know she’ll get there sooner rather than later.”

the crowd murmurs for the first time, low and appreciative. your nipples pebble at the sound, something stubborn wanting to rear inside you; the same thing that made you struggle, not wanting to show off just how badly you like to be praised and cooed over.

you huff, nostrils flaring as your excitement spikes, as much as you hate to admit it. you try to breathe through it and center yourself, but it is difficult when you’re so very purposefully kept off-center.

“bokuto is her owner, and he’s told me quite a few interesting titbits. seems like we have a very good girl on our hands – only that sometimes she doesn’t want to show it. ain’t that right, sweet pumpkin?”

you jerk at the pet name, brows coming down in a fierce scowl. you dig your teeth into the rubber of the ball gag, muscles tensing in annoyance. you sure as hell won’t let anyone else other than your master calling you some cute nickname.

“aw look at that! the little lady is getting all antsy—”

you glare at the ground at that, frustration burning hot through your veins. you twist, forgetting all about the scene as you struggle against all your bindings.

the stools slide away, and all of a sudden your body falls down a few inches. you yelp in alarm, shrill and high-pitched as the fake cock slides into you deep, spearing you open as the harness keeps you from seriously injuring yourself.

you hang there in the air, eyes big and face slack in shock as bokuto steps a bit closer, his big, warm hand landing between your shoulder blades as a point.

he leans forward some, staring into your surprised, big eyes.

“how’s my puppy doing?” he beams, and you, as if in a trance, just dumbly nod.

you are truly helpless now, as you hang in the air, your ankles kept up and off the floor by some more straps that connect them to the back of your arms.

bokuto smiles at you, eager and delighted, like you making a huge embarrassment out of yourself and losing your dignity has all been planned. he steps back again, not moving out of your line of sight as he swings you to face him, and positions you just still, spreading your thighs even wider against the binding.

his hands never leave you, though, tracing the bindings all along the exposed skin of your back.

“there she goes,” the voice says, but it is difficult to focus on it when bokuto slides into you, squeezing his cock along with the slick dildo while the rope around you restricts firmly just how far he can push you through the air.

you whine into the gag, muscles trembling as you try for some semblance of control, and the man keeps talking in the background.

“she’s a good pet. a bit hostile, as you can see—but certainly very eager to please her master. look how sweet and obedient she’s becoming now.”

you are chewing at your gag, drooling around it more as he holds you in the air, the feeling of getting fucked by his cock and the dildo, and getting your nipples tugged on just this side of rough is making it so difficult to keep a calm head on your shoulders.

with that huge cock inside you, that pulsing head, the ridge just beneath it, veins swelling thick all the way to its fat base. more like stone than flesh, dragging brutally on your soft insides, rubbing your inner walls raw. and your pussy keeps gushing despite the humiliation of it all. how could it not when his hard cock fills every possible inch of you, just pulsating at the base of your belly before coming in hot jets and grinding it all in?

you’re a mess, you know, but the faceless mass of people does not sound put-out by the sight of you.

it is embarrassing to think that they can see just how easy you are for it; how you become all sweet and soft for a bit of rough handling, while you’re suspended in the air, body rocking against bokuto’s massive figure.

“look at how sweet and rope-drunk she’s getting. the little lady just needs a bit of her master’s firm hand.”

you sob at the words. bokuto rams even deeper, leaning into you so you can feel him as he starts to additionally pluck at your nipples, fingers hot and relentless as he plays with your body in front of the whole crowd.

he lets them all see and hear how you go wild when he plays with your nipples. lets them know just how sensitive your tits really are.

and that was it. that flips the switch. you come with a scream, loud but muffled by the ball gag between your lips.

you arch, body curving with the shape of his cock ramming into you. to your shame—and a violent amount of pleasure—it just has your tits squirting all over nipples beaded and splattering bokuto with white. bokuto seems to be going even harder—rougher—between the gushing of your tits and the violent spurt of your orgasm, and they drive him to a massive splash emptying out inside you. the force of it pushes the dildo out of your hole, and the excess cum squelches out, splattering warm and filthy against his slick thighs and down to the floor of the stage, leaving a big wet mess.

bokuto maneuvers himself deeper, twisting like a corkscrew and making your insides twist too, and it only drags your orgasm longer. you are sobbing now, hiccuping and struggling to breathe, now realizing that the hugeness in your stomach just increased by that much. it swells, bloating on cum, the sloshing weight in your stomach; you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up if not for being held up by the ropes and skewered on bokuto’s hard cock.

as you stare into his eyes, you know you’ll be coming all over your legs again, let him fill you up with his cum. it only rounds your stomach out more, until you think you might burst. there is plenty of excess seed frothing white and creamy at your battered hole, but that massive dick shoves it right back in with a filthy wet slap.

you’re nothing more than his dumb pet; a hole and womb, heavy and teeming with seed. the circumference of your belly and tits, the dilation of your hole, the elasticity. his dick plunges in and out methodically while you shake and squirm, too weak to even utter any words.

his touches tingle through you, jostle the sheer fullness of your belly. you squeal, louder and louder until you’re simply moaning like the cum slut that you are, body singing with pleasure as the horror fades from your eyes.

you ache, seeing nothing but white whenever his cock slots into your gaping hole and fills you back up all the way to the womb. big and rock hard and full of thick, creamy seed for your hungry body. and you’re taking it so well, you’re gonna be so full of cum. each violent thrust rocks your bound body back and forth, but from the mindless smile on your face, it seems you have finally learned to embrace your situation.

your eyes fill with happy tears as you realize you’re stuck here for a while, to be bred like a glory hole for as long as bokuto is done showing you off.

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millers-planet · 3 years

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The Vice and the Virtue - Part One

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x GN!Reader (later established as F following more parts)

A/N: i appreciate you guys so much for how quickly you blew up the sneak peak i did. it really motivated me to writing this

POV: Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Use of "Y/N". Angst?

Words: 2.3k

Description: How does one live a life of virtue when past vices begin arising after a successful jailbreak with untied ends?

It was terrifying as I watched my home be stripped of everything it knew, it was as if with every furniture upturned or removed, a piece of me was taken with it. It was the couch, the tables, the side-tables, the food from the fridge, everything. By this point, it wasn't our home anymore, it was the home. Everything was out of my control, I had no say in what the strangers robbed me of for their 'investigation'.

I was questioned for days about what he did, about why he did it, and if I was an accomplice. Fingers were pointed at me without any real reason behind them. I didn't even know what they were talking about, he simply told me it was a business trip or some family thing-- I don't remember but I wish I did. If I had, I might've been able to save myself the hassle of convincing everyone else that.

Zemo always wanted and always was isolated and by himself. While he had friends, or contacts as he called it, he preferred to be lonesome. By lonesome, that means either in a crowded place with no one with him, or at the house with me. It was something odd to get used to, but I never wanted to trade a day with him for a day with some people who call me their friend, only to turn around and talk bad on me.

Now, I'd trade all my days for just one more with him.

With the sun having just set and the aroma of freshly brewed tea filling the air, it became a good day. Until I saw on the news of a jailbreak that just occurred, several prisoners being injured and one-- a highly dangerous prisoner (as the news described it)--escaping. I saw that it was in Germany and I believed for just a second that it could've been him.

I was fortunate enough just to keep the home, after a few months of it being held hostage from me. With every night I slept here, the more desolate I began to feel, for I can't dare try and show my face to the world. I'm too afraid people will talk and say that I'm "the one who dated the man who destroyed the Avengers". Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but something doesn't feel right if I go out without him or if I just go out in general. It feels as if I've been under house arrest or exiled from the public for years.

It was another simple night, a warm one just cool enough to keep the windows open. I love hearing the sounds of the crickets outside the large bedroom windows accompanied by the occasional whispering the leaves made when wind made them rustle. The moonlight gazed perfectly onto the door, illuminating a path outward if I had to get up at some point; which I usually did because sleeping soundly was no longer an option. Though, I was almost asleep until the large hum of the garage being opened startled me.

Quickly, I turned on the bedroom lights and walked into the large, open main room that had stairs leading to the garage. I flicked on the lights and saw the shadow of a figure grow as it climbed to the top, the breath staying stagnant in my lungs. Should I grab a weapon? Should I find an escape route? All of these life-determining questions crossed my mind until I could comprehend who really was climbing the steps.

His eyes scanned the room, as if he was a child lost in the store looking for their parent, until his eyes finally met mine. All of his concerned features dropped into something softer, something kinder, something I never saw from him before. “Wha- Why are you here?” The ends of my mouth rose into the biggest smile I could possible create, without even realizing it.

“Didn’t I tell you I’d be back?” His strides were wide and swift as he made his way to me, cupping my face into his gentle hands and pressed a kiss to my lips. A kiss I have never felt before, it had a different feeling behind it, a different motive…

…He missed me.

I placed my hand over the one that laid carefully on my face, taking in every bit of him. I forgot how small wrinkles came down from the corners of his eyes, or how his cheeks curved in slightly. I forgot how when his features softened and when he gazed into me, my legs felt weak and butterflies filled my stomach. I forgot how much he loved me.

He pressed the smallest kiss to my forehead and looked back down to me. "I have some people for you to meet. We have guests." I didn't know what he meant until two large men came up the same steps. The small bubble of comfort and renewal was broken when Zemo's attention drifted from me and onto them. Despite those few moments being a few measly seconds, it felt longer than the years past.

The two men grew tense and one of them shouted, "Zemo who the hell is this?" Almost instinctively, as the two strangers approached me, he placed his arm in front of me. "So you're telling me not only are you rich, but you had a girl waiting for you the whole time?"

"You could say that, but I never asked her to wait or stay." He looked to me and the corners of his mouth rose ever-so-slightly. "Y/N, this is Sam Wilson and James Barnes, or Bucky." The metal-armed man raised his flesh hand when his name was called, almost like taking attendance.

I passed out cups of tea and coffee for the three men and sat down on the couch next to Zemo, trying to comprehend what the three of them were telling me. "Then after we realized that neither Sam or I really knew how to handle or hunt the super soldier serum, we decided to contact the one guy who does."

I looked at them clueless for a second, "but didn't Zemo frame you for assassinating a king? And cause the Avengers to break up?" Zemo looked at me and nodded, with a look that essentially said 'really? you had to bring that up?'

"Yes, yes the man did." The other man, Sam, was now talking. "After that, Tin Man over here decided to break Zemo out of jail, which I had no part in. Frankly, I still don't see why we need him." Bucky just stared at Sam from the metal remark. They looked like they were good friends but argued like a couple with marital problems.

The three of them went back and forth about what to do next, throwing out different names and places. I pulled my knees up to my chest and placed my drink down on the chestnut side-table next to me, remembering the way policemen ripped open the table and threw it around, the scuffs on the sides to prove it. The tugs they made on the drawers tugged on me as-well, making me lean my head against Zemo's shoulder. After all this time, he still kept his muscles, but to be fair he also had a lot of time on his hands the past few years.

Suddenly, a yawn escaped my mouth and I tried to stifle it. His attention quickly shifted to me and put the conversation at a pause. "If you would like, we can go to bed," the words made my heart simply explode. It was a simple action that I didn't even notice I missed so much, it had been so long that the idea of sleeping with someone else feels so foreign. Although, it's a humbly welcomed foreign experience.

I nodded quickly and stood up, realizing I should probably be a good host and give the two guests a place to sleep. "If you guys want to follow me, I can show you to your rooms." I led them down the hallway, trying to keep my feet of the floor as much as I could because it felt like ice. I don't remember the last time I was down here, I didn't really have a reason to. Opening two doors, I turned to face them, "here are your rooms. Bathroom is first on the left." Bucky smiled and nodded quietly.

Sam, on the other hand, went and said, "so is there a breakfast in bed option or will we have to go out there to a chef?" Bucky rammed his metal elbow into Sam's stomach and glared at him.

"Thank you, Y/N. And please ignore Birdy over here."

As I began to walk away from them I heard a quiet exchange of cursing. Looking back, the two were pushing each other and fighting to get towards the bathroom. Bucky eventually pushed Sam against the opposite wall, then ran into the bathroom, with a subtle click of the lock. Sam locked eyes with me, nodded his head down and shuffled into his room like a dog with his tail between his legs.

"Those two are quite the duo," I murmured softly as I pushed open the bedroom door. I fully expected to see Zemo passed out from his endeavor from earlier, but it was a welcomed surprise when I saw him and the same look of bliss spread on his face as he sat on the end of the bed, having just changed into a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. Those same quick strides closed the gap between us, but this time he was softer and slower, as if he wanted to make up for lost time.

Starting at the bottom of my earlobe, his fingers traced my jaw, his eyes following them and scanning each and every one of my features. The way he stared and touched me reflected how touch-starved he really was all this time, turns out we were in the same boat but different countries. His gentle hand flowed from my ear, along my jaw, and when it reached my chin, he cusped my cheek. I leaned in nearly automatically into the touch, finally making eye contact when he looked at me.

With a small movement, he pressed a loving kiss to my forehead. "I never thought I'd be able to see you again. Or do that. Or do this," his other hand reached my cheek and brought me in for a kiss on my lips that was full of longing. "Or do this," he nudged my thighs and I jumped into his arms, now truly aware of what I was missing these past few years. Zemo set me down in the bed and got in next to me. "Or do this," he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in gently, holding me as tightly as he could without suffocating me.

Laying on his chest, I took in everything and couldn't imagine how I went so long without him. It felt like night and day. For so long I was living in the dark, completely isolated from the outside world and anything that could possibly hurt me anymore. Once he returned, he turned on the lights, he brought me back into the sunlight. I know he just got home but it feels like everything is back where it's supposed to be, like nothing ever changed. Somehow, with his return, the bed also feels softer.

"Why did you wait?" His sudden question caught me off guard. "I mean, I cannot say how excited I was to see you--but why didn't you move on?" I looked up and saw a confused expression, with his eyebrows furrowed together and lips pressed.

I didn't know how to answer him, how do I express everything I've felt these past years? How do I accurately tell him that after seeing my home destroyed and ransacked, the only thing I could think or do was to picture rebuilding it?

"When you were arrested, men came and took everything. They destroyed the house and didn't leave a single thing unturned. It was months before I could step back into the house and I think almost two years before I could begin the process of restoring it." I could feel his breathing slow down and become deeper, reminding me to pull myself together. "When I could finally put the pieces of the home back together, it didn't feel the same, because you weren't there. I wanted to try and go out but it wasn't right to go into the open world without you.

So, I waited. After watching strangers destroy the things I loved, and the things I had so many memories of, I could only think to fix it all and rebuild it all. But, I couldn't do that without you. I needed you. I need you."

With one movement, he changed our positioning so his face was now over mine, leaning over me. "What did I do to deserve you, meine geliebte," he spoke softly and pressed one final kiss to me and whispered with a smile, "shall we go to sleep now?" I nodded slowly and watched him get up to turn off the lights.

When we were sleeping, or when he was sleeping, all I could think to be was wide awake. Last time, he left suddenly during the day and promised to come home, I didn't know that previous night that he'd be disappearing from me. So, while he was in bed with his arm draped around my waist, holding me close and occasionally moving his arm to pull me closer, I was remembering every single thing.

I savored the way the sheets felt hotter than usual with him being home. I savored the way his breath against the back of my neck made me ticklish. I savored the way he moved his thumb in circles against my skin every few minutes, even when he was asleep. I made sure to remember how his heavy arms made it more difficult to breath. I couldn't bare to forget any of these things, so when he leaves again, I'll remember.

But right now, he's home.

He's back at our home.

part two

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spidernerdsblog · 3 years

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Into You

I have a idea for a smutty story with Peter Parker :D maybe Y/N is a new Avenger, Peter see her at her "welcome" Party but they know each other from a few months ago where they had very great sex (maybe a few details in the story, both love hard sex. Peter is the dom :D). Y/N had a great night with all, the girls love her but peter is a bit shy because he doesn't know if she reminds him. So time after time they repeat the night (please mention it) and fell in love. That would be great haha thaaanks :)) maybe a bit Action, where Y/N looks great in her suit and Peter is surprised what she is able to

Requested by : @fabienneweasley

A/N : Reader's character is inspired by Susan Storm of the fantastic four she basically weilds the power of invisibility and creating forcefields. Hope you like this. Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Peter Parker x Avenger! Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, mature content, unprotected sex (not a wise choice to indulge), dom! peter, fwb -> lovers.

The Avengers are fighting against madame Hydra and her troops

"Parker! Status?" Tony's voice crackles through the intercom whilst Peter fights against a group of Hydra soldiers which seems to just keep on increasing in number.

"Uh Mr Stark things are getting a little crowded over here a little back up would be nice" Peter replies back struggling to keep up the fight as he successfully webs up a bunch of the soldiers. But to his surprise a whole new troop emerges from nowhere.

"Oh no! Karen activate instant kill!" Karen activates the instant kill mode but it still wasn't enough to tackle the whole army as Peter was soon outnumbered. One of the soldiers threw a gamma ray infused bomb which if detonated can be catastrophic to anyone who is hit by its radiation. The bomb detonates with a huge blast but to Peter’s surprise a forcefield forms around it containing the blast inside it, soon the forcefield disintegrates, sucking in the deadly radiation with it like a black hole sucks in everything into it.

"Woah! what the hell was that?!" Peter was awestruck at what just happened.

Suddenly a feminine figure appeared out of the thin air in front of Peter. She was wearing a blue suit which hugged her curves perfectly, hair cascading down her shoulders. And as she turned to face him Peter felt like he was hit by a truck, it was you. He stood there like a statue still processing what he was seeing.

"You're welcome by the way" you quipped, breaking him out of his daze.

"Who are you?" Peter asks though he knew very well who you're but seeing you like this was a huge shock to him.

"Y/N Y/L/N aka storm and you're the famous spiderman"

"Yeah I'm indeed" he chuckles nervously, he was grateful that he was wearing his mask so you couldn’t see his face. You were about to say something when you got interrupted.

"Great work, Y/N" Tony's voice buzzed.

"Thank you Mr Stark" you and Peter fought side by side forcing the Hydra to retreat accepting their defeat.

After the city clean up was done a welcome cum victory party was arranged for you in the evening at the compound. Peter was shuffling on his feet in anticipation of meeting you face to face. The huge spacious hall was feeling stuffy for him. Everyone was enjoying themselves as you walked in a shimmery electric blue number looking stunning as always hair styled into loose waves a dazzling smile adorned your face, eyes scanning through the crowd and momentarily you lock eyes with Peter from across the room but you were soon to look away as if you didn't recognize him.

Peter's mind was a mess, never did he imagine he would run into you again and in a circumstance like this. He had so much to say to you. But you acted so oblivious. Don't you remember him at all? Moreover he was feeling way too shy to approach you what if you actually don't remember him. Tony clinked his champagne glass to draw everyone's attention standing at the center of the room with you beside him

"Ladies and gentlemen I would like to introduce you to our newest addition to the team’’ He introduced you ‘‘The very young and talented Y/N Y/L/N!" everyone clapped and cheered for you.

"Hello everyone honored to be a part of this incredible team and looking forward to working with you guys" For a fraction of second your eyes met Peter’s and memories rushed back in. You never expected to see him again not at a place like this. What is he even doing here?

"Y/N come let me introduce you to the rest of the team" Tony offered you happily followed him as he introduced you to Steve, Sam, Bucky, Rhodes, Dr Banner and then the other ladies of the team.

"Welcome to the circus girl" Natasha joked patting your shoulder "we girls always stick together, you'll love it here"

"Yeah and any problem feel free to come to us" Wanda insisted.

"Sure" you gave a broad smile as you engaged in a hearty conversation with them, your eyes occasionally fleeting towards Peter who was standing at a corner.

"Hey kid, why are you standing there all alone? Come here" Tony called out to him. Peter hesitantly made his way towards where you were standing as you watched him intently.

"And last but not the least my young and promising protégé, kid this is Y/N and Y/N this is-" you cut him off

"Peter" Peter looked at you wide eyed you indeed remember him.

"You know him?" Tony asks amused

"Yeah we met last year at Uni. I was an exchange student there before you know I got hit by some weird cosmic rays"

"Well then great! Peter can show you around won't you kid?"

"Yeah would love to Mr Stark" he smiled.

"Looking forward to working with you, Parker or may I say spiderman" you smirked with a playful glint in your eyes strutting past him to mingle with the other guests.

The summer of last year will always be memorable for you. Firstly because you accidentally got hit by cosmic radiation and got your powers and the epic one night stand that you will never forget. You were an exchange student for the Biophysics programme at the Empire State University though you actually never fitted the perfect description of a nerd because you were never a bookworm, very much outspoken, loved to go out and yet managed to score a perfect A during exams one could say you were the best of both worlds. You were a burst of energy in a classroom full of a bunch of nerds and none of them interest you. But in that classroom full of geeks one particular brunette in glasses caught your eyes. The cute awkward guy of the class Peter Parker. He had this boyish charm that you tried but couldn’t resist. You have often caught him stealing glances at you but every time he used to turn away flustered.

Peter himself couldn't deny the fact that he was attracted to you since the day you walked into the class, you were beautiful as well as witty but he knew it very well that you were out of his league and then you started to hang out with Harry Osborn and he started dating Gwen so nothing really happened between you two. And since none of you took the initiative to make a move both of you continued to secretly have a crush on each other though it was just a matter of time.

The club was crazy packed. It was a Friday night so you weren’t exactly sure why it surprised you. You were standing near the bar deciding your drink for tonight when your eyes caught a rather unusual visitor, Peter Parker. He was sulking at the corner of the counter looking a bit tired. You ordered two drinks and took them in your hands making your way towards him. You slid a glass to him, breaking him from his thoughts as he looked up to you.

"Rough day?" you ask nonchalantly. He smiles letting out a long sigh.

"Is it that obvious?" you chuckle lightly.

"Oh no, just never took you as a club going person"

"Well you’re kind of right, I was actually thinking of getting out of here"

"So where's blondie?" you ask while taking a sip of your drink.

"Uh we're taking a break" He answers nervously.

"Oh I see" you "Then let’s drink to that" you raised his glass in front of him

"No it’s fine, I’m not a drinker actually"

"C'mon for one night, now drink up" you insisted. He gulped down the drink, slightly wincing at the burning taste down his throat.

"Let’s go" you grabbed his hand pulling him off his seat.

"Where?"

"To dance! We are in a club Peter" You exclaim.

"I-I can't dance" He stutters nervously.

"Rubbish! Everyone can dance" you dragged him with you. Peter stood in the middle of the dancefloor feeling a little uncomfortable as well as nervous after all he had a crush on you and the last thing he wants is to disappoint you. He watched you intently as you swayed to the music. You took his hands and placed them on your hips placing your own around his neck making him sway with you. He slowly began to loosen up and dance with you enjoying the vibe. After sometime you went to have a couple of shots together and you were nevertheless drunk.

"So you and Harry, huh?" Peter asked, downing another shot.

"Nah we're just messing around" you shrug

"So no one in our class interests you either?"

"Good boys aren't my type. I mean they're real softies and that's cute" you scrunch your nose "But I prefer a little hardcore" You gave a subtle wink.

"Maybe you're wrong to judge just by the looks"

"Well I would be happy if you prove me otherwise" You practically challenged him.

"With all my pleasure if you want" he smirks. His eyes had a mischievous glint that you have never seen before. Things escalated pretty quickly as you found yourself back in your apartment in your bedroom. Your back arched up, face buried in the pillows as Peter took you from the back.

"Fuck!" Your grip tightened on the sheets as he rammed into your throbbing cunt. His grip tight on your ass, as he pulls you back to meet with his thrusts. Your elbows felt weak nearly in the state of giving out as you jolted forward everytime he snapped his hips going deep inside you hitting your sweet spot. He places a slap on your ass as you yelp in shock. You couldn't think straight the only thing you could focus on how well he was fucking you.

His hand goes to grab your hair pulling you back, flush against his strong and sturdy chest.

"You like it don't you? To be fucked hard like the slut you’re" he growled pressing his lips roughly to yours swallowing your moans one hand snaking down to rub your sensitive bud as he fucks you hard and fast. You felt delirious as you felt the knot build inside you. You screamed out his name as your orgasm washed over he was quick to follow suit.

Though it was a one night thing but it was worth it. After that night he had truly left you wondering how a nerd like him was so fit and strong and now you know why and if you had to put it quite plainly you were properly railed by spiderman last summer.

..........

"Sparring with you on my first day is it really necessary?" you quip

"You need to start from day one now C'mon give me your best shot" Nat stood defensively as you lunged towards her throwing a punch that she dodged without any effort before tripping you and causing you to fall on the ground. You groan in pain before pulling yourself back on your feet.

"Ow! that hurt"

"You really need to build up your lower body strength, start with some leg exercise today, do squats 3 sets 10 reps"

"Yes mam"

Peter was sparring with Sam, the moment you walked in that sports bra and skin tight pants he knew he was gone, his eyes frequently drifting away to you as he watched you work out squatting in those skin tight yoga pants which just perfectly defined your plump round ass.

"Yo Parker! Eyes here"

"Yeah, yeah sorry" Peter stutters as he feels his face heating up.

After you finished your set of workout you went to grab your water bottle. Peter's eyes were transfixed on you the whole time as he noticed a little bit of the water drizzled down the corner of your mouth trailing down to your chest just between your perfect cleavage. The only thing he could think of right now was to rip that sports bra off you and suck on to those perfect tits. You noticed your secret admirer through the glass as you sent a playful wink his way. Peter choked on his spit, turning away flustered as if a deer caught in the headlights. You turned around lazily walking towards him.

"You know I'm not a psychic so if you got something to say just say instead of staring at me like a creep" you quip.

"Wha-what do I have to say to you?" He stutters.

"I don't know, maybe hey how are you? It's been a long time" you half shrug.

"Uhh…''

"OK my bad" you turn to leave Peter scrunches his face at how stupid it was of him.

''Umm Y/N!" he called you as you turned to face him again.

"Yeah?"

"It's good to see you again"

"Good to see you too Parker" you smiled.

A few days went by like this, both stealing glances at each other from time to time when you were present in the same room or during your missions a lot of unspoken words and emotions bubbling inside of you trying to come out. Peter couldn’t help but admire this new and powerful you. He never got the chance to talk to you after that night because you just vanished from his life and now he knows why.

..........

A new threat arrived from madame Hydra again when she seized the cube and shielded it in a dome of lethal gamma radiation. The team had already sorted out a plan to defeat her malicious plans and you were to play a big part in it.

"May I come in?" You knocked at Peter’s door. He was busy on his computer as he turned to see you outside his room.

"Huh,yea-yeah sure" He says nervously. You smiled in return and walked into his room, eyes looking around.

"Umm so Tony asked me to discuss with you the plan of how we are going to execute the whole infiltration thing to retrieve the cube which is shielded with gamma radiation’’ you showed him a holographic structure of the dome. ‘‘Anybody entering the dome will become an abomination. So you guys will distract them and I in the meantime will disintegrate the gamma dome so you can retrieve the cube" You looked up from the hologram to find Peter staring at you intently.

"What? Is anything wrong?"

"No-no, it’s absolutely fine" Peter fumbles

"Then what is it?"

"Jus-just still can’t believe that you are here and-and-"

"have super powers just like you which by the way was shocking for me too given that we knew each other for a while" You snicker, Peter smiles shaking his head.

"So how did this all happen?"

"Well a little misadventure with the quantum tunnel in the lab I got exposed to its energy and ta da! Now I make force fields as well as can go invisible"

"But now you can save the world"

"Yeah that's true" you chuckle "So how's blondie?" Peter stiffens at your question.

"Don't know, haven't been in contact for a while" He shrugs.

"Why what happened?"

"There were some differences so we parted ways"

"Oh I'm sorry" you place a hand on his gently

"Don't be" he smiles, eyes soft, gazing at you longingly as you gazed in his eyes too for how long you didn't know before you shook yourself from the daze clearing your throat.

"Uh I think I should go to my room now"

"Yeah-yeah sure" He stutters.

The tension between you was thickening at each passing day and soon it reached its breaking point. The other team members were out on a mission in which you weren’t required so you were now in the kitchen leaning on the counter with a nutella jar in your hand and a spoon in your mouth savoring on the delicacy when Peter walked in unannounced making you jump in fright.

"Oh god!" you gasped, surprising him even.

"Woah! relax it's just me"

"I thought you were Nat, jeez" you blew out your cheeks as he chuckles.

"Please don't tell her I'm not allowed to have this as per her new diet plan"

"My lips are sealed" He assures you with a playful smile as he goes to open the fridge and takes out the juice carton to drink. You poked your finger to swipe the nutella from the edges of the jar as you lick on to your fingers. Peter was following each and every movement of yours the way your eyes fluttered closed whilst you licked and sucked your fingers clean. He gulped as he felt heat rising in his body at your teasing gestures. Your fingers fell short to scoop the leftover at the bottom of the jar as you huffed in defeat. Peter stood in front of you as he gave out his hand

"May I?" You gave him the jar his long slender fingers easily reached the bottom of the jar as he scooped the cream on his two fingers and brought it to your lips. You stick out your tongue giving a kitten lick before wrapping your lips around his fingers. You hummed sucking his fingers a little deeper as you looked at him with big doe eyes. Peter groaned feeling himself harden at the mere sight of you sucking his fingers, a little moan escaped from your own mouth as you continued sucking, swirling your tongue around his fingers coating them with your saliva. You release his fingers with a pop, a trail of your saliva connecting your lips with his fingers.

He swiped his thumb on your plump lower lip eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. Your vision was clouded with lust and so was his as his lips came down to brush against yours. Both of you were breathing heavily as you grabbed his face and sealed your lips together. He slipped his tongue in your mouth, prying it open exploring it. Your hands go to grab on to his soft curls making him groan into the kiss. His hands trail down to your ass giving it a light squeeze through your shorts

"Oh missed this so much" He gasped, pulling away for some air.

"Does Mr Stark know that his young protégé isn't that innocent he looks like?" You bite your lip as one hand goes to palm his growing bulge through his sweatpants. He grips on to your wrist a cocky grin forming on his face.

"Maybe you need a little reminder of whose name you were screaming last summer"

"Then remind me Parker" your voice is challenging yet sultry. His eyes darkened as he threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potato and carried you to his room. He dropped you on the mattress whilst climbing on top of you whilst taking of his tshirt revealing his toned torso. You ran your hands through his muscular chest encircling them around his neck as you pulled him down, your lips meeting fervently as he grinded his hips to your clothed core.

"Mmmph Peter" you pull away after sometime

"What? Is something wrong?" He asks with concern in his eyes.

"No just lock the door, don't want others to come back and know about us do you?"

"Oh, yeah OK" he went to lock the door when a mischievous idea crossed your mind. You quickly stripped out of your clothes and got off the bed. Peter turned to see your clothes lying on the floor with no sign of you in the room.

"Y/N this is not funny!" He whined as your giggles could be heard in the room.

"Find me if you can spider boy" you giggled. Peter smirked accepting your challenge as he closed his eyes and focused his senses. He was able to hear you breathing and he swiftly moved to the direction pinning you against the wall. You squeal as your whole body slowly becomes visible to Peter.

"Gotcha!" he says pining both of your wrists against the wall.

"I’ll give you that spider boy" you smirk as you went to hold on to his face but were unable to move your hands when you noticed he had webbed your wrists to the wall.

"Parker!" You glared at him.

"Who's laughing now?" he chuckles as he brushes lips on the sensitive spot behind your ears making you shudder. He parts your legs placing his knee between them whilst he drags his lips down the column of your neck to your collar bones as you whimper at his touch. He trails further down to your exposed tits attacking your soft mounds with wet kisses before latching on to your hardened bud, rolling the other with his nimble fingers. He sucked and nipped on it as you moaned loudly. He pulled away gasping eyes dripping with lust as he went to kiss you passionately meanwhile his fingers brushed against your wet heat as you arch into his touch, making him smirk as he dips a finger and brings it to his mouth.

"Mmm tastes perfect just as I remember" He sucks his finger before continuing his journey further south slowly kneeling down. He hitches your leg over his shoulder as he looks at your soaking cunt hungrily. Two of his fingers spreads your slick folds as he licks a bold stripe drawing a loud moan out of you.

"Oh fuck!" he smirks before his thin lips wrap around your sensitive bud as he dips a finger inside your heat. He thrusted in and out of you with a steady pace swirling his tongue exploring more of your pussy. He added another digit pumping them in and out of your core as you squirmed above him. One of his hands held your thigh, keeping you in place. You wanted to touch him, tug on to his hair so badly as you struggled to free yourself from the restraints biting your lips hard as jolts of pleasure coursed through your body.

You felt a tight knot building inside you and as you were about to tip over the edge to your shock he pulled away.

"What the hell Peter!" you snapped at him with frustration at your ruined orgasm.

"With that attitude did you think I would let you cum?" He chuckles darkly, you whined in anguish and desperation as you rubbed your thighs to get yourself some relief. He stands up face glistening with your arousal, his hand reaches to cup your face.

"What happened pretty girl? You want to cum?"

"Yes please Peter" you gave him your best puppy eyes.

"Such a needy little thing aren't you?" He chuckles seeing you at his mercy.

"Only for you Peter"

"Well if you be a good girl maybe I’ll let you cum on my cock" saying so he quickly got rid of his sweatpants and boxers and lined himself to your dripping entrance. He kisses you roughly before slowly sliding inside you, stretching your walls deliciously.

"Ungh shit so tight!" He grunts lifting you up from the floor with his strong arms as you lock your ankles around his waist pulling him closer to you. He begins to pound into you making you see stars hitting your spot every time he bottomed out.

"Oh feels so good Peter" you moan.

"I know baby. You feel so snug and warm around me, so perfect, my beautiful angel" he showered praises whilst sucking the nape of your neck marking you up.

"Peter please let me touch you!" you begged him desperately. He finally complied to your request as his hand went up to your wrists and ripped off the webs. Once free your hands greedily go to grab on to his face and kiss him hungrily while he keeps on with his punishing pace.

He halts for a moment still inside you as he pulls you away from the wall and carries you to the bed and lays you down gently with him on top of you. He draws back his hips and slams back right in picking up the pace from where he just left.

"Peter…" you breathed out as you felt the knot growing inside you.

"Yes baby, you going to cum? I can feel you squeezing me real hard" Your back arched when he brought his thumb to your clit drawing tight circles around it coaxing you to fall over the edge. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you gripped on to his biceps nails digging into his skin. You were a moaning mess by now, the fire burning in the pit of your stomach made you feel like you would combust any minute

"That's it baby, give it to me" Peter encouraged you.

Your body convulsed as your orgasm came crashing down on you. Peter continued with his thrusts fucking you through your high as he chased his own. His movements grew sloppier and with a few more labored thrusts you felt him twitch as he came inside you his warm release coating your pulsating walls. Your body trembled with the aftershocks as Peter collapsed on top of you panting head buried in the crook of your neck as you both gasped for air completely exhausted. He pulled out after sometime, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder he rolled over to your side. Peter gazed at your figure as he watched your bare chest rise up and down when his eyes went to the bruises on your skin courtesy of him as concern clouded his face.

"You okay?" he asks, rubbing soothing circles on the bruised areas. You turned to him gazing into his soft brown eyes.

"I'm more than okay" you breathed out smiling with content.

Though you thought once this sexual tension between you subsidized you would be able to think clearly. But you were wrong as now you couldn't keep your hands off each other for a second. From lingering teasing touches to sneaking away from the eyes of the senior avengers in the lab or a quickie while on the quinjet during a mission. You had become addicted to each other making you come back for more after each time. Still you guys never acknowledged the course of your relationship. It scared you both what if the other didn’t feel the same way so you were content with this current arrangement of yours.

"Oh shit we’re late!" you shrieked checking the time as you turned to meet with a sleeping Peter you took your time to admire him. He looks so sweet and peaceful you really wished you could wake up to this sight everyday. You nudged Peter to wake him from his sleep.

"Peter! Peter, wake up!"

"Ungh what is it?" he groaned pulling the covers over him.

"We are late for our training" he forced his eyes open

"Huh what? What’s the time?"

"It’s ten past seven already"

"Oh shit! Cap's gonna kill me" Peter hurries out of the bed stumbling as he got tangled in the bed sheets before running to the bathroom. You laugh at his antics as you sneaked out of his room to go back to your room.

You were busy sweating it out in the gym after getting an earful from both Cap and Nat for your lack of punctuality you heard Bucky saying

"Hey queens what's with all these red marks on your neck?" you swallowed hard as Peter’s eyes bulged out in fear of getting caught.

"Umm nothing-nothing it-it was a cat, that-that I saved yesterday" he spluttered. "that darn cat, heh" he chuckles nervously.

"Wait let me see" Sam joins in too "Looks like some really big cat" he laughs

"Seems like the kid here is getting some, who is this unlucky girl who fell for you" Bucky teased

"Shut up man! It's nothing like that" Peter shoved him with his elbow.

"Oh c'mon leave my young adult alone he's way too innocent for this" Tony intervened meanwhile heat rose to your face listening to their conversation. Natasha noticed you standing all flustered.

"So is something going on between you two?" she asks you directly

"Between who?" you frowned at her question.

"You and Peter"

"Nothing! we're just good friends" you shrug "He's not even my type" you clarified totally flustered with the whole ordeal. Natasha decided to let you go though she was still suspicious with you two.

.........

You were at the Hydra base the other avengers were busy fighting their whole army making it easier for you to reach the shielded dome. Tony and Banner had devised a plan to blast the shield off which will release a tremendous amount of energy that you will contain inside your forcefield. And as per the plan Tony blasted off the dome you created a forcefield immediately shielding everyone Peter noticed the discomfort you were facing to hold it.

"Y/N no! It's dangerous for you don't force yourself" concern laced in his voice

"I can do it, trust me" You gave all of your strength you had in your body creating a massive forcefield to contain the radiation from the blast but it was true you never did this on such a large scale and it was taking a toll on you. Your ears and nose started to bleed. Peter noticed that as he grabs you by your shoulders and tries to stop you from using more of your powers.

"Y/N stop it, you're getting weak" he was scared of losing you.

"No I can do this!" You assured him as you managed to diffuse the radiation inside the field, finally letting go. Your body was completely drained out, your vision blurring out as you collapsed unconscious.

"Y/N!" Peter was quick to catch you. You were immediately rushed to the med bay in the compound. Banner checked your vitals and everyone was relieved that you were fine but you needed a long bed rest to recover.

You woke up after how long you don't know but your body felt rejuvenated. You sit up to find Peter sitting beside you dozing in his sleep. Your slight movement woke him up.

"Oh Y/N! thank god you're finally awake" he sprung up to his feet "How are you feeling?"

"Refreshed to be honest"

"Never ever do something like that again or I swear I'll web your hands" he scolds you

"Hey it's okay, I'm OK. Come sit beside me" he sat beside you as you looped your fingers to his "See? I'm absolutely fine"

"You know how scared I was? You have been unconscious for twelve hours"

"You don't need to be so worried about me Pete"

"Yes I have to because-because.." he fumbled

"Because what Peter?"

"Because I love you Y/N!"

"What?" you couldn't believe your ears.

"Yes Y/N I love you and if anything happens to you I will be not able to forgive myself ever"

"Peter… " you cupped his face.

"I know you never had feelings for me but this the truth I love you…"

"Hey who said I never felt anything for you? You were all I could think of since last summer"

"For real?" Peter was finding it hard to believe that you actually liked him too.

"Yes you idiot, I love you too!" You pressed your lips to his. It was all soft and gentle at the beginning which pretty soon escalated into a more passionate one with teeth and tongue involved in it you got on his lap as his hands kneaded the soft skin of your ass.

"Hey Y/N! We heard you are awake-" all the older avengers were stunned at the scene in front of them as you jumped away from each other in embarrassment. Steve was shaking his head in dismissal, Sam and Bucky had a huge grin plastered on their face while Tony was utterly shocked and amused. Nat was the first to speak up.

"Umm you seem to be doing quite well, we'll leave you two alone" she says clearing her throat.

"Aww I'm so happy for guys!" Wanda chirped before Nat dragged her away.

"Be safe kid" Tony added before leaving, adding more to your embarrassment. After everyone left you were the first one to speak up

"So how long have you been into me?"

"Since forever my love" he smirks tackling you down on your back, you squeal as he smothers you with kisses.

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aquarii-writes · 3 years

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Memories (Foolish x GN reader)

Notes: heavily implied AFAB as well as Reader being given different variations of momma/mommy. This turned out a bit sadder than I intended fuckin hell

WARNING: Death, pregnancy/after birth

Genre: angsty

WC: 1,864

Memories meant the world to Foolish. The memory of meeting you, your first kiss, and when you first spent the night were ingrained in his head. They were everything to him; especially since one-day he knew you wouldn't be here again.

Though seeing you now with his son? This might be the most special yet. Your baby boy sat wriggling in your arms. His eyes had yet to open but Foolish could already guess that they'd be green like his.

The baby's skin was already shining a gold color once all the blood was wiped away from his body. Tears fell from Foolish's eyes as he got closer to you. Sweat lined your forehead but you couldn't have been more beautiful.

"Can.. can I hold him?" Your husband's voice broke as he spoke to you. With a gentle chuckle you allowed your husband to take the baby in your arms; your precious son.

Holding the bundle in his arms, Foolish swayed to try and get Jr to open his eyes. "Common buddy. Lemme see your eyes" Foolish cooed at his son.

Puffy attended to you. Your bleeding had yet to stop but so far it was normal, just needed a few stitches to patch everything back up.

Jr kept wiggling around in his father's arms. Poor thing just wanted his momma so he cried out for them. Jr's crying broke his father's heart, did the baby already not like him?

With a swift hushing Puffy pulled the baby boy away from his father and placed him back to his momma.

"Dad?" Puffy turned to her son, a curious look settled on her features. "Are they supposed to be this tired? I know birth is hard but-"

Puffy cut off her boy. "Everything (Y/n) is experiencing is normal bubs. They'll get their strength back in due time"

But that was nearly two months ago. You had suddenly grown weaker. Puffy couldn't find a reason nor could Ponk. The two of them checked you over and over yet still found no reason why you got so sick.

However your baby boy kept getting stronger. After you and Foolish were home and got back settled into a routine Jr quickly found comfort within his father's arms. Sweet thing was passed around between aunts, uncles, and grandparents but he would cry and scream towards everyone of them till he was back in your or Foolish's arms.

Though Jr seemed the sense that his momma was getting weaker. His glassy eyes would only stop when he found you.

Time seemed to work in Foolish's favor. He tried everything he could think of but nothing seemed to make you better. Till eventually just four months after Jr was born you started to finally get better.

So everything got better. You started to become yourself again and eventually the two of you had another child. A baby girl named Fin.

Jr was around a year and a half when his sister was born and the boy wouldn't stay still as he wanted to see you. Once everything was said and done Jr couldn't wait to see his momma and sister.

His jumbled sentences calling for Foolish to let him see momma. "Calm down we're gonna see momma" papa's chuckles made Jr smile. Once finally in the room Jr cuddled up to you and asked to see Fin.

Finley was wrapped in Jr's old baby blanket and small fins poked out from her head and back. Tiny little scales littered parts of her skin and looked like freckles. She looked more like a shark than a totem, but she was very much still Foolish's daughter.

A familiar worry bubbled up in Foolish's stomach. Would you get sick again like you did after Jr's birth? Birth will always be hard, but maybe it was easier this time now that Finley was a second baby.

Sensing his worry you waved for your husband to come over. "I'll be okay love-" the sweetness in your voice could've made him cry, "But incase something happens promise me that you won't neglect the babies. They will need their father"

Foolish's kisses lingered longer than he intended. Your two children were now asleep in your arms, but Foolish still worried. Your smile, albeit rather tired, was still bright.

"Can I hold her?" the line brought a sense of nostalgia. A gentle smile rested on your face as you held your daughter out to your husband.

"Of course my love"

Rain fell in waves as your daughter slept against her father. He held an umbrella over himself and Jr. The little boy didn't understand what was going on but kept crying that mommy wouldn't be able to get up if they were in the dirt.

While somber Foolish didn't let his tears fall till well after his children's bed time. Finny was only 4 months old and Jr was almost 2 a widow in just a matter of months.

The atmosphere was somber as Puffy picked up her grandson and attempted to explain that mommy won't wake up again, but just gave up in the end. Silent tears would just run down the rams face.

Foolish wouldn't leave your grave for a while. His arms numb from holding his baby girl but she was still asleep; it was only her whimpers to the cold and rain did he think to finally return inside.

Once the children were down to sleep did Foolish finally let out a sob. Heart wrenching cries filled the living room as he poured his heart out to his hands. You had written a letter before you passed and he couldn't bring himself to read it, at least not now. Not after he had to bury you.

Memories meant everything to Foolish, and he didn't think that he could forget you any time soon. Though he could still see you from these memories and from your letter and he could still physically see you in your children.

Jr had your hair though it was much darker while Finny had your eyes. Beautiful (e/c) eyes always shined through the little girls iris'. He could see you in how Jr acted and the way he touched his sister; always so gentle just as you had taught him to be. Finny would always reach for the things she knew were yours.

It just brought him to tears however Foolish knew new memories would be made with you still in them. Your beautiful eyes and personality will always be present in your children.

After a few years, once he got a handle of caring for two children on his own, Foolish finally opened your letter. Elegant script was written on the page.

'My Dearest Foolish,

If you're reading this then I've died. Whether it be not long after I write this or after a long life I am still dead, though I have a feeling its the former. How have our children turned out? I don't know if Jr will understand and Finley will have no memory of me... Does Finny still have my eyes? Is Jr still gentle with Finny? I know little boys can be so rough..

But aside from such please know that I love you. If I held the choice I would've stayed longer, but I'm on my last life. Maybe Lady Death could give me a pass? Maybe I could come back and see my babies? Oh if I continue thinking like this I'm going to cry..

I love you more than anything in this universe and I love our children all the same. I know that some day you'll find another to love, maybe it'll be me reincarnated? Just.. don't dwell on my death too long, if not for me for our children. Jr and Finny deserve to see their father happy.

I do hope that the both of them know I love them very much.. I know memories mean everything to you so please make new ones with Jr and Finny. Let me live on through them.

Forever with love, your dearest (Y/n)'

Tears fell on the aged parchment. It had been weathered before, presumably from your tears, but new wrinkles formed. Foolish has new memories. Your children did keep you alive within them.

Finny's eyes, while hers, were still yours. Her eyes shown just as bright as yours once did. While Jr is as gentle as ever with his baby sister. Snowchester was a new home for them all when you died, but it now means so much to the babies.

Foolish covered his mouth as he leaned over the coffee table. He didn't notice the tiny feet padding towards him. Finley's small hands gripped at her fathers fore arm. Big (e/c) pools stared into him.

Acting as though he wasn't crying Foolish dried his eyes and picked up the little girl. "What are you doing here sweetheart?"

"I got cold" Finny mumbled to her father and curled into him. Her scales had turned a golden color after you had passed. It was a shame you couldn't have seen how pretty Finny turned out to be, even at 5.

"Where's bubbas then?" evening out his tone Foolish sat back with Finny. The snow outside had started back up again to add a new layer to the landscape.

"Bubba is playing with Michael still. Mr. Tubbo and Mr. Ranboo asked if I wanted to come inside, but I wanted to play with you" Finny looked up at Foolish. She was tired and wanted a nap so she cuddled further into her father.

"Well you look pretty tired, sweets, how about we just go to sleep?" Finny shook her head no and stared at the open letter.

"Why were you crying daddy?" Finny's voice was quiet. Almost like she wasn't supposed to ask the question.

"Well... I was remembering mommy and reading a letter she gave me.." squeezing his girl, Foolish rested his head on hers. Jr nor Finny had ever really asked about their mother.

"What was mommy like? Mr. Ranboo says she was really nice before she went to sleep for a long time.." Finny played with the ends of her hair as she spoke to her father. Memories of you flooded his mind. The most prominent thing was how loving you were. You gave up all 3 of your lives for people you cared for.

"Well.. mommy loved you and bubbas very much. She loved a lot of people. Mommy was also very kind and helpful.. She would do anything to make sure people were happy-"

"Do I look like Mommy?" Finley gazed at her hands. The golden freckles that glittered her skin were something she had seen on no one else.

"You look a lot like mommy, Finny" Foolish lied through his teeth. She had your eyes but looked very similar to him over all. But if his little girl is happy then what of it?

Seemingly satisfied with her prodding Finny became silent again, and soon enough her little snores alerted Foolish to the fact that she was asleep.

I don't think I'll ever forget you (Y/n), but Finny sure won't let me try

#mcyt imagine #dsmp imagine #foolishg imagine #foolish gamers #foolish x reader #foolish x y/n #dream smp #mcyt #dsmp #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader

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dadada-changbinnie · 2 years

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Stray Kids Christmas Series🎄

FINALLY FINISHED!! 2021 Stray Kids Christmas series finished (even though it’s 2022 now🤪) I hope you all enjoy reading this as I did writing it. It’s a little late but it’s still cute. Enjoy!

New Years Confession

Yang Jeongin x reader

Summary: You’re about to enter the New Year but you find Jeongin outside and decide to join him before the clock strikes 12.

WC: 0.7k

Genre: Fluff, friends to lovers

Warnings: none I think

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"Alright, only two more minutes!" Chan announced, drawing everyone into the living room to watch the final moments of the year pass by.

"Where's Jeongin?" you murmured to Felix as you scanned the room. The youngest was no where to be found among the group. You could have sworn you had just seen him not too long ago. Where could he have gone off to?

"I think he's outside," he motioned to the balcony, a small knowing smile growing on his face, "go get him, tiger."

"Shut up," you grumbled with a bright pink blush growing on your cheeks. There was no point in denying your feelings for the Stray Kids maknae. The entire group knew. Even some of the fans suspected something between the two of you. But Jeongin seemed to have no clue. And you intended to keep it that way.

From the very first time you met him, your heart fluttered in your chest at the mere thought of him. And it only got worse the more you got to know each other. The closer you two became, the more complicated things got. Felix had insisted you should just confess, but you refused. He was a close friend, your best friend in fact. You couldn't ruin that bond over a little crush. So, all the feelings that you felt, you pushed them down, never to be shared out loud.

"Hey, the countdown's about to begin. Don't you want to see it?" you asked softly, closing the door behind you and standing beside the dark haired boy.

He shook his head. "I wanted to start this year off quietly," he chuckled, "you know how the boys can get."

Oh, you definitely knew. You spent New Years with them last year and it was absolute chaos. You were surprised they didn't destroy the whole dorm during their celebrations. With how crazy they were last time, you didn't blame Jeongin for wanting some peace and quiet this time around.

Muffled shouting came from inside, the rest of the boys counting down. Ten more seconds left. Neither of you made any move to head back inside. You were both perfectly content out here.

"You know I was kind of hoping you'd come join me out here," he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped closer to you. Butterflies erupted in your stomach when you met his eyes, just as they always had when you were around him.

"You were?" He continued inching forward until you were face to face. A bright crimson blush heated your cheeks and you scanned his face nervously. You willed your heart to steady, praying that he couldn't feel it beat straight through your chest. It pounded in your ears as he pulled you closer. "Why?"

"So I could do this."

Fireworks exploded. Both in your mind and in the air as Jeongin kissed you and the New Year began. But that was not nearly as exciting as that moment. Cheers from the others went in one ear and out the other. The only thing you could focus on was him. His lips on yours. His arms wrapped gently around your waist. The feeling of his hair in between your fingers as you wrapped your own arms around his neck. Everything about that moment was perfect. And you didn't want it to ever end. Even when you parted for air, you longed for time to freeze and never move again.

"I'm sorry, it's just- you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he took a deep breath and finally met your eyes, "I like you. More than a friend. I don't want to lose our friendship, but if it makes you uncomfortable, we can just forget this ever happened and go back to being friends and I'll just-"

You surged forward, cutting his nervous rambles off with another kiss. Once more, you wished you could live in the moment forever. Everything was perfect. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine that was how you were going to start the New Year. Even as you pulled away, you couldn't wrap your head around it. But you managed to pull yourself out of your stupor for one moment to mutter one sentence you had wanted to say for months.

"I like you too, Yang Jeongin."

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years

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Ok i got one.

Reader x future edd

Plot: this takes place during wtfuture except reader stays home to have some "me time" then they hear the guys enter the house and they hear matt saying "grab what you need and let's get out of here!" And reader asks what's going on and without answering readers question out of fear they leave reader all alone in the living room until they hear they hear "open! Access! Enter!" And they go to open the door until edd grabs readers arm and shakes his head no so reader arms themselves with a metal bat just in case and open the door to find my husband future edd and almost immediately they recognize future edd. They also say "you look tired edd." "I am tired." And future edd passes out right then and there and almost crushes the reader so the guys help him up and puts him on the couch untill another portal spawns and out comes future reader and apologizes for future edd killing present edd and says that edd hasn't taken the cola ban too well and reader takes out 2 12 packs of cola and gives them to future reader and they exit out the portal and reader tells edd that they'll get him more cola and they watch south park on the sofa.

Le fin

"Ah, the silence is nice." You sighed as you flopped back onto the couch, having retrieved a snack before putting on one of your favorite shows.

The boys went to the arcade, but you decided to stay home and relax. You figured you could have some "me time" and pretend like everything was normal.

Though of course things in this town never stayed normal for long.

You nearly jumped upon hearing the door slam open, and you saw the trio rush into the house. Edd quickly shut the door; moments later there was a loud thump coming from outside, as if something or someone rammed into it.

"Grab what you need and let's get out of here!" Matt exclaimed before racing off to his room.

Before Tom and Edd could scatter as well, you spoke up, confused. "Guys, what's going on? Why are we leaving all of the sudden?"

Both of them held expressions of fear and hesitancy, eventually running away without answering your questions. You figured they were overreacting about something again-

"Open! Access! Enter?"

Or maybe not.

You heard a voice on the other side of the door, perplexed that it sounded like Edd's.

'But wait..wasn't he just in here?'

You got up and went over to answer the door, though you felt a hand grab your arm. Looking back, you saw Edd worriedly shake his head no. He had his lucky cola can attached to a chain around his neck. Eventually the other boys returned: Matt held a picture frame of himself and Tom somehow put Susan in his pocket.

Edd finally explained what was going on and you decided to grab the metal bat from your room just in case. You had no intentions of leaving this place anytime soon, especially if it was just one guy.

"There's four of us and one of him. We can take him, can't we?"

"But he's got a futuristic laser gun that can disintegrate us.." Tom pointed out.

"..let me try talking to him." With a sigh, you went to answer the door while the trio hid behind the couch. On the other side was a taller and older version of Edd standing there with a black trenchcoat over his hoodie.

Despite his menacing glare he seemed exhausted and dazed, probably from running into the door. Not to mention he was soaked from the rainstorm.

"[Y/n].."

"Oh hey, Edd...you look tired." You lowered the bat.

"I am tired." Without warning he dropped his gun, collapsing right into your arms. His entire weight nearly crushed you as you struggled to keep him upright, and you looked back at your confused roommates.

"Help me you idiots!"

...........

"So..what now?"

"Dunno, guess we talk to him when he wakes up?"

"We should tie him up just in case."

"No need, I checked his pockets and all I found was some time travelling device. I have the gun so we're safe." You looked at the future Edd, who was laying on the couch, still unconscious.

"Well," Edd smiled. "Good thinking hitting him with the bat, [y/n]. We didn't have to initiate Operation Mega-Escape 4."

"I didn't hit him-"

However, you paused as you all heard a strange sound. And you looked to the corner of the living room to see a blue and white light forming. It crackled with electricity as an unknown figure stepped out of it, before the portal closed.

The figure looked like you, but older, dressed differently, and with some cybernetic augmentations. They wielded a mechanical bat wrapped in barbed wires.

"Edd, you've gone too far with this.....oh. I didn't expect this to happen." Future [Y/n] put away their bat upon seeing future Edd on the couch, walking over to him and shaking him a bit.

He eventually stirred awake, groaning slightly. But when he saw them standing over him, he was surprised. "[Y/n]? What are you doing here?"

"Trying to stop you from screwing with the timelines. You don't understand how disastrous the consequences can be."

"But the cola..and past-Edd-"

"I know. But this isn't how we're gonna resolve that."

"Wait, so it's true that..cola's been banned in the future?"

Future [Y/n] looked at the past versions of you and your friends, nodding their head. "Unfortunately yes. He hasn't taken it too well. He told me exactly what he planned to do and I thought he was bluffing...I'm sorry for not stopping this sooner, past-Edd."

"It's okay, [y/n] knocked him out with the bat."

"I told you I didn't-!!"

"I was only trying to do myself a favor by avoiding that insufferable future.." Future Edd muttered, looking solemn. "The rebellion keeps failing, Red Leader told me to "get over it", and..I-I just don't know what to do anymore. If cola's not in my future, I don't wanna live in it."

You frowned slightly, feeling bad for him. But soon an idea sprung in your mind. "Hold on, I know how to make this right. Wait here."

Everyone watched you dash off to the kitchen, returning with two 12 packs of cola a few moments later. You smiled and handed them to Future [Y/n]. "Oh? You're..actually letting us have this? Thank you, past-me." They chuckled.

"Of course. This is all we got in the house, but we can get more anytime we want."

You heard Edd make a noise of shock, but you ignored him and glanced at the surprised future Edd. "I'm sure you'll get that ban lifted soon. Take our cola as motivation to keep fighting." You handed his gun back.

"I..I think I will, thanks." Putting the weapon in his pocket, he sighed and stood up, looking to the future you. "Well, our work here is done. I'll..go back home with you, I'm sorry again."

"It's fine. I was worried about having to call Matt and Tom for backup. Let's be on our way then." Future [Y/n] activated their time-travel device, reopening a portal that sent them and future Edd back to their timeline.

Once the portal closed the four of you stood there, relieved that you didn't have to flee the house. But Edd seemed a bit depressed now that all the cola was gone.

"It's late, so I'll get us more cola tomorrow." You patted his back reassuringly. "Let's all relax and watch South Park or something."

"Y'know that sounds like a great idea." He smiled a little bit.

Yep. Just another bizarre evening in the UK.

#this was a fun plot to write ^^#clanask #anonymous #eddsworld x reader #future edd x reader #ew edd x reader

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kinsurou · 3 years

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Hi bab! So how about some facetime action with Suga (as our mom Cath said). So to be more preciese he answers a call while you are hot and heavy. Or he can have a zoom class. 😇 Anything realy that involves someone else, who you know, watching on the other side of the screen. Hope you have fun writing doll! 🥰

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

Brain go brrrrrrr, I asked for a challenge and my baby went all out :blep:

Word count: 988

Warnings: Smut (18+), Edging, Cockwarming, Slight Exhibitionism, Suga being a beautiful menace, No Beta Read.

Suga may be a dotting boyfriend, a sweetheart and an utter blessing of a man. But he also had that chaotic energy he always reserved for special occasions, like those times where he used to fool around with his friends or his unique ways to cheer everyone up back in high school...

The worst thing about it is how he’s able to apply all that chaotic energy in the bedroom as well…

None of his friends suspected anything, they’re too busy having a video call together, catching up and making fun of each other. They didn't suspect a thing when they saw you in the corner of the screen, face buried in the crook of Suga’s neck with a deep flush on your cheeks and a small frown on your face.

Daichi, as observant as always, asked Suga if you’re feeling sick once he noticed the flush adorning your features, clearly visible despite having the lights off and the only source of light is coming from the tablet’s screen. But your boyfriend’s smile didn’t falter as he tells everyone that you’re just a little tipsy after a night drinking with your friends.

Suga’s explanation was enough for them, and soon enough everyone’s back to their usual ruckus. They didn’t question it when they saw your little pouts of discomfort, thinking it’s probably just the alcohol clouding your head…

Nobody seemed to realize that you were sober, and the truth is there isn’t a single drop of alcohol in your system to begin with. Or that the reason behind this feverish state lied under the privacy of the comforter covering your lower half from curious eyes. It hid the way your hips were draped on top of Suga’s, with one of your legs hooked lazily around his waist, making it easier for him to keep his hard cock buried deep inside your heat.

The worst part was when everyone broke into hysterical fits as they made fun of each other. Because Suga didn’t miss the opportunity to buck against your dripping cunt and praising you with discretion. Every single moan and whine you made got lost between the laughter, the screaming and the crying.

“You’re such a good girl, taking me so well and staying as quiet as possible. You don’t want the others to find out, do you?” He grinned when you shook your head, kissing your forehead tenderly, whispering how you were doing an amazing job as he carefully wiped away the small trail of drool spilling out of your lips.

“Just a little bit longer…” He whispered before shifting his attention back to the call, repeating this sweet torture all over again. The cycle kept going, so often that you could almost guess how much time it took him to move again.

Chatter...Laughter...Thrust...Chatter...Laughter...Thrust...You’d go crazy if he kept ruining your orgasms like this.

Is it possible to be overstimulated just from edging? Because that’s exactly how it felt in that moment as your pussy dripped all over Suga’s thighs and the bedsheets with the tiniest of nudges against your walls. But him, on the other hand? He seemed perfectly fine for someone who’s been balls deep or nearly an hour and a half.

You almost wanted to smack the smile off his face before riding him to your heart’s content. But another trust, faster and deeper than before, brushed against a little spot that caught you completely off guard, causing you to moan pathetically into Suga’s chest.

You could hear somebody asking if everything’s okay, but for the sake of your dignity, it was Suga who covered for you. It was probably a headache after drinking so much, and all their shouting was probably bothering your poor little head by now.

He noticed you glaring up at him with discretion. Eyes clouded with both murder and arousal as you thought of every possible way to kill him while making it look like an accident unless he finally fucked you properly. Suga’s smile didn’t waver as he lied to everyone, the apology for having to cut the call short passing off so smoothly.

Nobody suspected that as soon as the tablet’s screen went blank, the device was sent flying into the nightstand with a flick of the wrist, and said hand took a firm hold of your waist, flipping you over to lay underneath him as he put one of your legs over his shoulder.

There’s no hesitation left as he rammed himself into your needy hole with pure fervor until your eyes rolled back. After all, you didn’t have to worry about being too loud anymore, no no no….Now you had to worry about the brown-eyed devil above you and the mischievous smile that meant nothing but trouble.

After all, you wanted his attention, yes? Who was he to deny you of it?

“This is what you wanted, right?” Spreading your other leg a bit further allowed him to hit a different angle, which helped him reach a spot that took your breath away with every thrust. “Don’t you want to cry out for me, mmm?”

But at this point you couldn’t even blabber a proper sentence, because as soon as you tried to open your mouth, Suga would always pick up the pace, hitting that spot that sent you into a stuttering, drooling mess.

It didn’t take an expert to know he was doing it all on purpose, and that the night was far from over for the two of you. After all, he had been holding back for nearly two hours, and tomorrow you both had the day off.

He didn’t let you cum earlier...And he would not let you sleep either...

Right now he was a man on a mission, and that mission was to obliterate you, make you scream until your voice was non-existent and your body was a boneless mess on the mattress.

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digital-corruption · 3 years

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I. Think. I'm. Finally. Done. Editing! It didn't help that this week has been very strenuous at work and I've been falling asleep right after dinner. Thank you for your patience.

Ahem...

⚠️ The following content contains bucket tons of smut. It is not suitable for people under the age of 18 so if you are under the age of 18, GET LOST. There is no plot here so by skipping this you will miss nothing.

Haunted by the Past Part 77.5

As soon as the hotel room door shut behind Jake, even before turning on the rest of the lights, he was grabbing and pulling at my clothes frenziedly. I had to help him to keep him from ripping them off my body. He came so damned closed to ripping my panties. Since all of my effort was spent keeping him controlled, I now found myself naked and pinned against the wall by a still fully clothed Jake. One hand held my hands about my head while his other hand went between my legs all the while he sucked and nipped at my neck. He inserted one finger, then a second, and rubbed furiously at my insides.

“Mmm, Jake, slow down, we have the room for the entire night,” I moaned.

“I don’t think you understand,” he whispered in my ear. “Tonight you are mine.”

Jake withdrew his fingers before I reached my climax. He clumsily unzipped his pants and pulled them down to reveal his hard, throbbing penis. He released my hands to lift my legs up and around him as he pushed his cock into me. Relentlessly he pounded into me against the wall. Desperately I tried to control my screams of pleasure.

“Don’t hold back. I want everyone to know. I want them to wish they were us,” he grunted.

I moaned at the top of my lungs, which drove Jake in frenzy. His fingers dug into my thighs as he pounded even heavier into me. My eyes rolled back as he pushed me over my edge and I came all around him. Jake pulled out and let me gently back down. He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the far side of the room. With one move he pulled back the curtains to the night cityscape. With the next move he pressed my face and chest into the window, having bent me over so he could take me from behind. His fingers ran down my back, lightly grazing his nails like he was fighting the urge to leave deep scratches. His fingers stopped at my hips where he grabbed them roughly and slammed back into me.

Within no time, Jake was back to pounding into me, but my legs were getting weaker. My knees started to shake. I pushed back against the glass and arched my back a bit. Jack grabbed my head by the roots of my hair and arched me further. I was at his mercy and I accepted it. I didn’t just accept it, I loved it. I craved it. When he stopped suddenly all I could do was whimper.

“Let me hear you ask for it,” he ordered with a slap on the ass. “Let me hear you beg for it.”

“Jake please,” I moaned.

He slapped me again, “Jake please what?”

“Jake please fuck me,” I continued.

Another slap, “I’m already doing that.”

“Jake please cum inside me. I'm yours,” I groaned.

Jake snickered, “You are.”

He pulled harder on my hair, forcing me to arch more and pulling my head further away from the glass as he rammed ruthlessly into me. We both moaned loudly, uncontrollably. I came heavily again and he shortly after. Our mutual messes dripped down my thighs while I was kept there, presented in front of the window while Jake twitched inside me.

There was a knock on the door and the soft call of “Room service.” I had completely forgotten that we had ordered it downstairs in the lobby. Jake pulled away and moved to the door, grabbing his pants as he went. I weakly sat down on the bed still in a complete daze. After swiftly pulling his pants back up, Jake opened the door and pulled the room service trolley into the room. The door closed and Jake decided it was time to turn on the rest of the lights for the room. As he pushed the trolley towards the bed he grabbed the bathrobe from the closet and tossed it to me to put on.

“I can’t help but feel that things are a bit uneven between us,” I commented as I put the robe on.

“What are you talking about?” Jake looked at me confused as he sat down on the bed next to me.

“You’re fully dressed and I’m not,” I frowned.

Jake smirked devilishly, “No sense wasting time putting your clothes back on when I'm just going to tear them off again as soon as you finish eating.”

Jake removed the two covers from our dishes. He ordered a simple spaghetti with meatballs while I had a roast meal. While I leaned forwards to dig in, Jake leaned back and watched me eat.

“You’re not going to eat yours?” I looked at him puzzled.

“Mine's too hot,” he replied.

I shrugged and went back to eating mine. While I ate, he barely touched his, only eating small amounts of it. By the time I declared myself full, he had barely made a dent in his.

“You’re done?” asked Jake as I eagerly drank the water.

“Mmhmm,” while swallowing. “You still barely touched yours. It should be a good temperature now.”

“It is,” he responded darkly.

He leant over and kissed me tenderly while pushing me back on the bed. Once he had me lying down, he pushed aside the robe and knelt up between my legs to pull off his hoodie.

“Your dinner's going to get cold,” I laughed.

“No it’s not, you'll keep it warm,” Jake reached over and moved his plate beside me on the bed.

“What are you-" I was interrupted by Jake dribbling his spaghetti onto my abdomen. “Jake!”

“It’s a good temperature now?” he teased. “We both agreed that you’re mine. Therefore, I'll eat off you if I want to.”

With that Jake leant down keeping his eyes locked on mine as he slurped an entire noodle from one end slowly, causing it to slowly drag across my abdomen. As soon as he had slurped the entire thing he licked the sauce off my skin. I squirmed under him, but he held me still as he moved to the next. He had so much spaghetti left and he intended to take his sweet time eating one piece at a time off of me. The next time he dribbled the spaghetti across my breasts, sneaking nipple licks and sucks in. It was absolute torture. I wanted nothing more than for him to be finished and give me release from the heat he was building. However he had a very large bowl and he was making it last. I closed my eyes tight as the sensation of his mouth and tongue running all over was driving me insane. It was endless.

After a while I realized it was only him, he had long stopped eating his pasta and he was now just playing with me. He looked up and made eye contact with me again. He smirked and moaned as he licked from the base of my abdomen all the way between my breasts, up my neck to my chin. He repositioned his body over me, then began kissing below my ear. His fingers drifted down between my legs and rubbed gentle circles around my clit. I moaned uncontrollably as he left wet kisses down my neck. Jake’s breathing became heavier, raspier. He dragged his bottom lip back up my neck and nibbled on my earlobe. I ran my hand up the back of his head then raked my nails back down.

Jake pulled away and removed all of his clothes. He then pushed my legs up and spread them wide apart, giving himself full access to push in. He groaned loudly at the feeling of being inside again then leant forwards to kiss me while he started rutting into me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him to keep him close. We looked deeply into each other’s eyes. I was so lost in his I didn’t notice his hand drifting to my neck until he started squeezing gently. His face twisted as I gasped. He leant forwards and kissed my lips sensually as his hand gripped a bit tighter. There was so many mixed signals from him, like he couldn’t make up his mind how he wanted to handle me.

“I don’t think you understand how crazy you make me,” he whispered, releasing his grip on my neck.

“I have an inkling,” I smirked.

“Because of you I am now free,” he spoke softly. “And yet all I want to do is tear into you. It doesn’t make sense.”

“Does it have to make sense?” I questioned.

“You'll stop me from hurting you, won’t you?” he pleaded.

“Yes,” I muttered before crushing my lips onto his.

He moaned against my lips and slid his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues tangled as his hand shifted from my throat down to my hip. His fingers clawed up my skin. I groaned with pleasure against him. He grinded more passionately into me. My hands clawed at the back of his shoulders. He grunted deeply and pulled away. He turned me over forcefully. His hands grabbed my hips, pulling them up into the air as he slammed back into me. I screamed out in pleasure as I nearly orgasmed on the spot. With the second thrust hitting into my cervix, I did.

“Oh, fuck!” Jake cried out as I came around him.

He reached for my arms. Gripping one in each hand he lifted me up and fucked me in a frenzy. I was no more than a ragdoll in his control. My body started to go limp as my mind emptied. I could not form any thoughts other than how much I loved being used by him. He let go, letting me collapse into the bed as his hands gripped my hips roughly. His fingers dug into my skin. I pushed myself up on my arms so I could push back against him. One of his hands ran nails down my back possessively, then slapped my ass. He grunted and growled like a feral beast. His pure lust kept flooding into me, overwhelming everything else. The next orgasm would be it, it would be my end. I would not be able to function after. I moaned louder and louder as it built up until I was screaming in ecstasy as it washed over me. Jake rammed heavily into me before flooding me with his cum, crying out as he did.

I slumped onto the bed, my body quickly shutting down to sleep. Jake twisted me around to my side so he could spoon me. My eyes were so heavy that I couldn’t keep them open. His entire body wrapped around me and held me close to him. As I drifted off to sleep, he whispered sweet nothings into my ear.

I woke up the next morning still in Jake’s tight, loving embrace. I glanced at the clock in front of me and frowned.

“Go back to sleep,” Jake grumbled.

“It’s already 9,” I pointed out. “Check out is at 10.”

Jake groaned, “That’s not even enough time for one more round.”

“You've had enough rounds,” I laughed. “We live together, remember?”

“Yes, but then I have to care about the messes we make,” he reasoned. “Come on, I’ll help you to the shower.” Jake rolled out of bed groggily and walked over to my side.

“I can get myself to the shower,” I frowned. I went to stand up, but my legs nearly gave out so I sat back down.

Jake chuckled as he helped me stand, “Will you accept my help now?”

Jake walked with me to the bathroom. He filled a glass with water for me to drink while he got the shower temperature ready. Like an absolute gentleman he helped me into the shower. The shower ended up taking most of the hour as we could hardly keep our hands and mouths off each other, but we did eventually make it out of the room by 10.

#duskwood jake #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood jake x player #duskwood smut #duskwood

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98prilla · 4 years

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Shifted

Thomas decides to see what all the Side’s animal forms would be. It does not go so well for Anxiety.

This is set pre accepting anxiety, and diverges a little from the cannon of that episode, fair warning.

He is terrified. His heart is pounding as he pulls further back into the shadows, hiding under the couch. He can hear the others out there, talking, laughing, having fun. This isn’t fun.

“An owl? Really, Thomas, owls aren’t even actually smart, their eyes take up much of their cranial cavity.”

“Come on, kiddo, they are symbols of wisdom. And those wings sure must be nifty! I’m having a pawsome time myself!” A groan at the pun.

“I always thought Logan was a bit bird brained.” Roman mutters. “But seriously, a dragon? While the scales are quite flattering, it is a bit strange, considering I usually fight them.”

“I don’t know, Roman, I guess cause you’re always talking about questing I just settled on a fantasy creature. It is pretty cool." He rolls his eyes at the huff of pride he can hear as Roman no doubt puffs up his chest, flares his wings.

“Speaking of strange, where's anxiety?” his ears flatten against his head, pulse picking up again. They’re talking about him.

“He should be here. I did summon him.” Thomas, confused. He curses his inability to sink out in this form.

“Perhaps he has taken the form of a smaller animal and is hiding.” He almost hisses, could Logic shut up for once?

“Aw, maybe we should look for him! He’ll probably be so cute!”

“Please. That weirdo is probably a venomous spider or a little parasite. Who cares, where he is?” yes, thank you Roman, for once being not a moron.

“Patton, if you’re worried perhaps you can sniff him out. You are a cat, after all.” No. Nonono. Logic, shut it!

“Good idea, Logan. Give it a try!” and he is outta here before he even knows what he’s doing.

His terror skyrockets and he shoots out from under the couch to the startled yelps of everyone else. Everything is big, huge, compared to him, the living room seems endless.

The stairs, he just needs to get to the stairs and he'll be able to physically enter the mindscape, he’s so close-

Then there is the flap of wings, a victorious shriek, and talons are digging into his shoulders pinning him down.

“Well, what have we here?” He shoves aside his fear, proud as his voice comes out just as scathing and steady as ever.

“Get off, you overgrown lizard.” He bites out, Roman’s scaled head coming into view. He glares at Roman’s laughter.

“Anxiety, kiddo? Is that you?”

“No, its Joan, yes it’s me, Patton, now get off, Roman!” His heart is beating fast, too fast, and his words are wavering. He is afraid, afraid, afraid. He hates this, hates it, he just wants this to be over.

“Hmm. I don’t think I will. Think about it, Thomas. We have the opportunity here to get anxiety out of our way for good.” His stomach drops, his blood goes cold, he is shaking.

“Roman, what are you suggesting?” Logan, he can’t be considering this, please no, please!

“I mean, we don’t need to vanquish him. We can keep him like this. Put him in a cage, or something.”

“I'm not a pet, you idiot, and you can’t keep me like this forever.” He hisses out.

“Oh contraire, little mouse, we can keep you weak enough you don’t have any choice.” His heart lurches as he is lifted up, Roman's wings buffeting him, they are in the air.

“Roman, put me down! I… please! Pleasepleaseplease…” he is crying now, begging, because he can’t, this can’t be happening, they can’t actually intend to keep him locked in this form, weak and powerless, in a cage.

The floor seems so far away, and he feels sick, from the altitude shift or what is happening or both, he can’t tell. The anguished terror is filling him and he lets out a broken, choked sob.

This is what he gets, for thinking he could ever be accepted, for thinking he could ever be tolerated, much less liked. All he’d ever done was his job, and this is his reward.

“Logan, what-" he lets out a squeak despite himself as a blur of gray rams into Roman, sending him spiraling off balance.

Then he feels the talon’s grip slip, and he screams. He is falling, flipping through the air. From this height in this form his bones will break, shatter, with his luck his neck will snap. He has time to cry for help, before he impacts.

“Gotcha!” The halt is jarring, and he is shaking, instinctively flattening himself to make as small a target as possible as he tries to get ahold of himself. He realizes it’s soft, the ground.

He looks up and nearly screams again, instead flattening further. Patton has caught him, sitting on his back haunches, he is caught in Patton's front paws.

“p-p-put me d-down. Please.” His voice is a whisper, trembles making him stutter, but Patton instantly complies, much to his relief.

He hears a shriek and looks up, just in time to see silver talons coming right at him, then they crash into him and he feels a ripping pain in his shoulder.

He can hear Patton yelling, Logan screeching, Roman growling, and it is loud so loud and all he can think is he is about to die-

“Enough!” Thomas yells, and suddenly the ground isn’t so close, suddenly he is stumbling to his feet, lunging for his normal spot on the stairs, reaching it in two strides. He lets out a relieved sob as he clutches the bannister, looking back at the others.

Logan has landed in a heap on the couch. Patton and Roman are tangled around each other on the floor. Patton's gaze meets his, worried.

“kiddo, you’re bleeding.” He lifts his hand numbly to his shoulder, mildly surprised as it comes away sticky and red. He lets out a broken, bitter laugh.

“Gee, wonder how that happened. Not like someone was trying to kill me, or worse hold me captive and torture me for my whole existence." His voice is raw and instead of biting sarcasm, it comes out as an almost whisper, red rimmed eyes glaring at the floor as he shakes, from latent fear and pulsing anger.

“Anxiety-" he half successfully chokes back another sob, harsh laughter tearing at his lungs.

“no, know what, it’s fine. It’s fine, Thomas. I always knew I wasn’t wanted. I was an idiot to hope you might… might ever actually change, actually want me around. Hell, even care about me like I care about you and keeping you safe.” He can barely stand, he doesn’t know if it’s from the pain and blood loss or the adrenaline fading or the panic attack he can feel pressing against him, tightening his chest.

“Kiddo…” he shakes his head.

“Y'know, if you really wanted me dead, all you had to do was ask. I would’ve done it myself.” He doesn’t look up. Doesn’t see the pained shock on Patton's face, the suspicious surprise on Roman's, the horror on Logan’s. The pain on Thomas's. Instead, he flips up his hood, hugging himself as he wordlessly sinks out.

He managed to lock the door before he collapses to the floor. His chest feels like it's being squeezed by a boa constrictor, his ribs crushed and all the air shoved out of his lungs. His vision narrows to a dark pinprick, gaze unseeing as he sees Roman's talons again and again, falling and splattering against the floor, bones shattered, bars, a cage, closing in, pressing him tight, he can’t breathe, he’s choking, he’s dying, god, he’s going to die here. Why not? He laughs hysterically, that’s what they want, may as well give it to ‘em.

“virgil, no. It’s not what we all want. Come back to me, stormy. Focus on my voice. You can do it, Virgil.” Virgil. None of them know his name. Only, only…

“Dee?” he chokes out, blurry vision focusing enough to see Deceit, holding his hands in his lap, rubbing circles on his knuckles.

“There we are. Hello, dearest.” Deceit reaches up, softly wiping away his tears, brushing back his hair.

“I’m an idiot. I’m a stupid idiot.” He mutters.

“No. Virgil, you’re not. It’s ok.” He hisses in a breath of pain as Dee places a hand on his shoulder, vision going speckly at the slight contact. Dee pulls away, eyes wide, face darkening to fury.

“You’re hurt. Vee, you’re bleeding" he just shrugs, another sob clawing its way out of his throat.

“Doesn’t matter.” He whispers. Deceit hisses, and pulls him onto his lap.

“It does. Even if they don’t care, even if they don’t love you, I do. It matters to me. You will always matter to me. You’re my baby, Virg. Even if you’ve left the nest, you’re still my little rain storm. Got it?” He feels Dee's extra arms removing his hoodie, then all six are cradling him against Dee's chest, holding him tight and safe and secure, letting him relax and melt into the touch, knowing Dee will never let anything hurt him. He feels Dee press a kiss to his head.

“you’ve wiped yourself out, love. I'll take care of that nasty shoulder gash. Get some sleep, dearest.” Weakly, he clings to Dee's shirt. He doesn’t want him to let go, he doesn’t feel safe, if Dee lets go.

“I’m staying, darling. I’ll stay as long as you want.”

“remus-"

“can rain down all the hell he wants. Until you’re better, they deserve it.” He finds he can’t argue with that. He falls asleep to Dee humming softly, stroking his forehead and holding his hand, his other arms working to gently bandage his shoulder.

Deceit sighs as he hears a crash. Looking up, he sees Remus kick in the door, eyes aflame.

“who hurt him? Who’s ass do I gotta beat until it falls off?”

“hush. I just got him settled.” Dee replies. In three strides, Remus is beside him, head cocked unnaturally far to the side, like a snapped neck.

“He’s ok?” Remus asks, neck snapping back to a normal position with an audible click.

“yes. Keep an eye on him, please?”

“What? Where're you going?” Remus asks. Deceit’s eyes flash.

“I am going to go see what exactly those half-witted buffoons did to send him spiraling. Then I am going to determine whom it is I need to beat the shit out of.” Deceit growled, stepping away from the bed.

“Boo, you never let me have any fun.” Remus pouts. He instantly stops as Virgil lets out a small sound, immediately climbing into the bed with him and spooning around him. Virgil curls against him immediately, stilling as he clings onto Remus.

“Thank you.” Deceit murmurs from the doorway. Remus nods.

“I'll take care of our little stormy night. You go teach ‘em a lesson, Dee.” Remus replies, relishing the sharp fanged smile Deceit flashes him, before sinking out. As an afterthought, he snaps, replacing the door, before turning his attention to Virgil, trying to mentally send him all of his love. Virgil is more of a brother to him than Roman has ever been, and he hates seeing him hurt.

“hang in there, vee. Dee'll fix everything.”

“I highly doubt he wants to be called right now.”

“But he was so scared! We have to help!”

“I don’t know Pat, seeing us might make it worse.” He clears his throat. He meets three sets of surprised eyes with steel. Thomas yelps and falls backwards, catching himself on the wall.

“Who is that?!”

“Deceit, you scurrilous snake, what are you doing here?” his eyes narrow at that.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Roman, was I not wanted here at this exact moment?” his voice is a perfect mimicry of Virgil's, and to his satisfaction it makes Roman flinch.

“Thomas. This is Deceit. He is responsible for the lies you tell not only others, but yourself. I am puzzled as to why you have appeared now. To my knowledge, no lies have been spoken.” Logan explains, and his hands ball into fists.

“Oh, truly, why ever would I be here? It'ssss not like Anxiety returned bloody and injured, in the midsssst of a panic attack, talking about how nobody wantssss him and it doessssn't matter. I’m sure that hassss nothing to do with it, Logic.” He hisses out, spitting Logan's title like it burns his tongue.

He can see Patton's guilty face out of the corner of his eye, knows whatever happened, it wasn’t him. But Roman… yes.

“So Thomas, dear, care to explain what happened?” He asks, sickly sweet, turning his gaze to Thomas, who has a slight frown on his face. As an afterthought, he notes that Thomas isn’t afraid of him, despite his scales and sharp fangs. Interesting.

“I thought it would be cool to see what everyone’s animal forms would be. Logan was an owl, Pat was a persian cat, and Roman was a dragon. But we didn’t see anxiety anywhere so we thought he was small and hiding and maybe too scared to move. Pat was gonna find him, then a mouse shot out from under the couch and Roman…” Thomas trails off, eyes shifting away, but it’s enough to confirm his suspicions.

“Roman. Care to continue?” Roman meets his ice cold gaze imperiously.

“gladly. I captured the fiend in my claws. Hurting him was an accident. I merely meant to catch him while he was small and couldn’t hurt us and contain him. Keep him small, so he’d stop bothering Thomas. It’s not like we need him, anyways.” Roman scoffs.

Rage is filling him. Because Roman truly thinks he is in the right, truly thinks he didn’t do anything wrong, and his voice is proud as he speaks about traumatizing Virgil, who is the youngest, the smallest, the most vulnerable to start with. How dare he?

Before he can think, he has crossed the room, he rears his hand back and slaps Roman hard enough to send him reeling backwards.

“You are a heartless, soulless bastard. I told him not to come, I told him he’d get hurt but he didn’t listen. You know why? It’s certainly not because he wants to be included, he doesn’t yearn for your acceptance, it doesn’t break him a little more each time you all dismiss and send him away unwanted. He definitely doesn’t just want to be liked! He never has a hard enough time just being himself, being afraid, all the fucking time, and you have certainly helped make him feel right at home.” He hisses, ignoring the tears stinging at his eyes as he whips around, facing the rest of them.

“And you’re no better. How do you think it feels, knowing the person who conjured you doesn’t even want you? How terrified would you be, surrounded by people who have never showed you kindness, who have admitted their distaste, small and defenseless, being threatened to be put in a cage? His worst fear is something happening to Thomas and being unable to reach him, to react and help. It’s his job to protect Thomas, and you were threatening to keep him away, to put Thomas’s own safety at risk for your own stupid biases! You were threatening to make his nightmare real, and not a single fucking one of you said otherwise, did you?!” He yells, slowly looking at each of them in turn. No one will meet his eyes now, not even Roman.

“you don’t deserve him. You don’t deserve his name. No wonder he hasn’t told you. You’re a bunch of ignorant bullies. And you’d say I’m the bad guy. You all picked out the most vulnerable and pounced.” He shifts his head, turning to Thomas, a curling, empty smile on his face.

“It was a fucking pleasure, Thomas. I’ll be taking my leave.” The lie is bitter and acrid on his tongue, tasting of ash as he sinks out.

He returns to Virgil's room, immediately hurrying to his bedside, because he is crying, despite Remus's attempts to soothe him.

“Vee, what’s wrong?” he asks. Virgil glares at him through his tears.

“you said you were gonna stay!” he lets out a soft breath, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I know. I just had to check on something. But you know Remus would never let anything hurt you, right?” Virgil nods, leaning back into Remus's arms.

“That’s right, starshine. You’re safe.” Remus whispers, rocking Virgil gently, who responds by pressing his face into Remus's chest.

“You’re staying now, right?” Virgil mumbles. He smiles, slipping under the covers.

“I am. No lies this time.” He murmurs as Virgil lays down, curling into him. He reaches out with all six arms, pulling Remus closer, hugging both of them and sandwiching Virgil in warmth and safety.

“What was it?” Remus asks lowly, once Virgil is out again. He sighs.

“Shapeshifting, animal forms. He was a mouse. Roman was a dragon. Threatened to keep him locked up. It got physical.”

“You mean Roman was a bitch and attacked Virgil unprovoked.” Remus's voice is flat, and he shoots him a soft look, one of his hands slipping into Remus's.

“I’m going to kill him.” He squeezes Remus's hand.

“Later. We can work on murder plans later. Right now Vee needs us.”

“Anxiety, it’s dinner time!” Patton's voice trills. He opens his eyes with a groan, freezing instantly.

This… isn’t his room. It isn’t even the commons. He’s laying in soft bedding. He realizes he’s in a little plastic hut. His heart speeds. He looks down at himself, human, good.

He flinches as the house is lifted up, leaving him exposed. His breath catches in his lungs, Patton is looming over him, he is giant. He skitters back, realizing his back is pressing against metal wire. Cage, he is in a cage, he is tiny, in a cage.

He scrambles, trying to claw his way out, trying to bend the wire enough to wriggle out.

“hey, now. None of that kiddo.” His stomach flips as hands squeaze around his waist and he is lifted into the air. He is barely as tall as Patton's ring finger, he is so high in the air as Patton places him down on his palm.

“patton please, please, just let me go, please!” he begs, feeling tears slipping down his face.

“Aw, I know kiddo. But this is better for everyone. This way you’re still around but don’t bother Thomas.” He stumbles as Patton places him back in the cage, doubling over and choking on sobs as a small food dish is placed inside, the shadows of bars shading his face.

He is still begging, pleading, screaming, for Patton, for anyone, to let him out, let him go, but he knows no one is coming, and the bars are pressing in, and soon there won’t be any more space, any more air.

“hush, stormy, shhh. It’s ok. It’s ok, lovely.” His eyes fly open, and he clings to Dee, feeling all of his arms cradling him tight as he sniffles into his shoulder, sobs shaking his thin frame.

“Just a dream, Vee." He feels Remus's hand on his, feels the terror and residual fear draining out of him as the nightmare is removed from his mind. The pros of dark creativity. Remus can steal other people’s bad thoughts, bad dreams, but then he experiences whatever the thoughts were. He hears Remus's sharp inhale as he sees it, feels his hand tighten it’s grip.

“thanks ree.” He manages, his voice hoarse and sore.

“Virgil, love, we should talk about it. I only got minor details from them.”

“what’s to say? They were going to keep me in a cage, they d-didn't want me.” Dee draws back a tad, looking down at Virgil's face, eyes hidden behind his bangs.

“did anyone help? Surely not all of them went along with this.” He shrugs, taking a deep breath.

“R-roman g-g-rabbed me in his talons and st-started flying. But he yelled… I think L-Logan tried to stop him. He was an o-o-owl. I think he rammed Roman and made him drop me. P-p-patton c-caught me. And… and he put me down, right away, when I asked. I… I don't think they woulda let Roman k-keep me.” He mumbles out, shaking. Dee feels his heart breaking, can feel the murder on Remus's face.

“That's good, Virge. They were trying to defend you.” Virgil shakes his head.

“but they didn’t. Only p-patton even cared I was h-hurt. Thomas… Thomas didn't say a-anything.”

“but he changed you back.” His brow creases as he looks out from Dee's arms at Remus's words. “if he agrees with Roman, he wouldn’t have changed you back.”

“He's right, lovely. Thomas doesn’t hate you. I know that. That is fact.” He sighs.

“Doesn’t feel like it right now.” He mumbles.

“I know. And that’s ok, Virge.” Dee kisses his head softly. He startles at a knock on the door.

“Remus, see who it is?”

“If it’s princey stab him for me.” Virgil mumbles, making Remus chuckle and ruffle his hair.

“Gladly, stormy.”

He throws open the door, leaning in the doorway with a cocky grin, teeth sharp and eyes glinting.

“Well, well, hello there Daddy. Have I been naughty?” he teases, moving to block Patton's view of the room.

“Remus… what… what are you doing here?” Patton asks nervously.

“Apparently playing the butler. Y'know, Patton, in the movies the butler is always guilty of murder.” He tilts his head slowly, relishing the fear that races across Patton's face. “Now, what are you doing here, daddio?” Patton fiddles with his sweater sleeves, a frown settling on his face.

“I just… I know he probably doesn’t want to see us right now, heck, maybe ever, and I don’t fault him for it. Today… today was bad. Really, really bad. I just want to make sure he's ok. And apologize. We… we chewed out Roman. His actions were unacceptable. Just… I would never let that happen. He’s not… he’s a person, and I don’t always agree with him, but that doesn’t give anyone the right to take away his voice or opinion. Can you just… pass that on, for me? Please?”

Remus looks back at the bed, softening as he sees Virgil uncurling from Dee, sitting with his knees pulled to his chest, leaning against Dee, who has an arm around his shoulders. Virgil looks up at Dee, a silent question.

“No lies.” Dee murmurs, and Virgil bites his lip. “You wanna let him in?” He asks softly. Virgil hesitates, but nods.

“If he means it... yeah.” Virgil mumbles.

“He does. Remus, stop playing. V- Anxiety says he can come in.” He calls, catching himself before using Virgil’s actual name. Remus sighs, but steps aside.

“Well? Come in then.”

Hesitantly, Patton steps inside the dark room, taking in the soft, dark carpet, the dark to light purple gradient painted on the walls. There are also posters for bands carefully hung in frames, and a few posters for movies that Anxiety must like. He sees fairy lights strung across the ceiling that sparkle like stars without the main lights turned on.

He lets out a soft noise of hurt as he takes in Anxiety, knees pulled to his chest, his shoulders hunched. His eyeshadow is smeared all over his face, his eyes red and puffy. He glances at Deceit, not as surprised to see him here, tilting his head. Deceit nods minutely, and he sits down next to Anxiety, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, careful not to touch him, to give him space.

“hey kiddo. How’s your shoulder?” He asks.

“better. Dee helped. It still... still hurts.” His voice is quiet and unsure and hoarse.

“Yeah. I think it would be pretty strange if it didn’t. I’m glad you’re going to be ok, though. Even if it hurts now, it’ll feel better eventually.”

“will it?” He is surprised as Patton pulls him into a hug, startled, but after a moment he leans into it, tucking his chin against Patton’s shoulder.

“I have never wanted you to die. I have never wanted you to leave. You’re one of my kiddos, kiddo, and that means I stand up for you when something hurts you, no matter who or what it is.”

“i’m scared. I hate... I hate being small... I hate... it’s so big, everything... I could drown, in a puddle, I could be crushed by a book, I could be stepped on, I could be crushed, I could get hurt and no one would know, no one would realize or find me. I could be caged...” He chokes out, fear flooding through him again. “I could be caged and my influence squashed, and then no one would protect Thomas, look out for dangers, keep him... keep him on task, keep him motivated to d-do better. I c-can't... trapped, and b-bars and it-it's too much... too small...” He is shaking again, on the edge of hysteria, but Patton is rocking him, holding him.

“Oh honey... I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. We didn’t know you were gonna be that little. I’m sorry we didn’t ask permission first, we weren’t thinking. I promise, promise,” he pulled back so Anxiety could see his eyes, tears spilling down his own cheeks, “that I will physically fight anyone who suggests we do that again, who even dares to mention putting you in a cage. I nearly did fight Roman, Logan had to hold me back.” That gets a weak laugh out of Anxiety, imagining Logan holding back a kicking and spitting furious Patton. “I love you, kiddo. I really, really do, and if anyone has a problem with that, has a problem with you, they’ll have to go through me first.” Patton’s voice is fierce, and he doesn’t have to look at Dee to know that he isn’t lying.

“T-thomas-”

“Is worried about you, kiddo. I came to check on you cause he wanted to make sure you were gonna be ok. What you said... really, really scared us, but we didn’t wanna summon you, because we knew you probably didn’t want to be summoned. He’s sorry, too. We all are.”

“Even Roman?” He asks, bitterness in his voice. Patton hesitates, sighing.

“I don’t know. I think... I think he’s sorry he got yelled at, sorry he got in trouble, sorry we didn’t agree with him. But I don’t think he’s sorry for what he actually did to you, said to you. Which makes me angry, because he should be sorry, but he isn’t, and if he isn’t, I can’t change that. What I can do is make sure you are going to be alright. I can learn what else we shouldn’t do without asking your permission. I can be better at speaking up when Roman threatens or takes jabs at you, and eventually, hopefully, his attitude will change as he learns none of us are going to enable him anymore. I’m sorry it went this far.” He blinks, surprised. He didn’t expect Patton to acknowledge Roman’s inability to see his own wrongdoings. He didn’t expect Patton to admit to his own shortcomings. He didn’t expect Patton to be... honest.

“What would you like us to do for now, Anxiety? Clearly, you have two people who love you very much helping your right now, so I feel ok leaving, if you like. I just didn’t want you to be alone, when you were so upset. Thomas... all of us, want to speak with you about what happened, to try and make ammends, but we’ll do that on your terms, so there’s no rush. Just, whenever you’re ready to talk, we’re ready to listen. If you like, I can bring you meals, if you don’t wanna leave your room for a while. I wanna keep you healthy, and I know if I leave you to your own devices it’ll be chips and soda for every meal.” He lets out a little snort at that, because Patton is right, of course, and he’s already calmed down so much because Patton is being so nice, and he knows Dee would have told him if Patton had lied.

“that all sounds good, yeah.” He mumbles, shifting out of Patton’s hug, pulling his knees to his chest once again.

“ok. Is there anything else you need, or would like me to do?” He bites his lip, thinking.

“Just... just let them know I’m ok? If they’re really that worried about me.” Patton squeezes his non injured shoulder once as he stands, smiling gently.

“Will do, kiddo. If you ever need anything, or just want some company, don’t be afraid to call me up.”

“I... might.” Patton smiles again, soft and warm.

“I love you, Anxiety.” Patton turns away, but before he sinks out, Virgil steels his courage.

“Virgil!” He shouts, and the room seems to freeze. Remus is staring at him in wide eyed surprise. Deceit has stopped rubbing his back, and Patton falters mid step, before turning to face him, something akin to awe on his face. “That’s... my name. My name is Virgil.” A huge smile blooms across Patton’s face, his eyes light up with tender joy, and he sniffles, wiping away tears.

“Virgil. I think that’s a lovely name, Virgil. I know I'm usually a blabber mouth, but it when it counts, I can keep a secret.” Patton winks, sending a smile flashing across his own face as warmth blooms in his chest. With a wave, Patton sinks out, and he collapses back against Deceit with a long, low sigh.

“You sure about that, Virg?” Remus asks, from where he’s leaning against the wall, having simply observed everything.

“yeah. Yeah I... think I am.” He feels Dee press another soft kiss to the top of his head.

“Proud of you, lovely.” He smiles, closing his eyes as he feels Remus settle on the other side of him. He is still scared and afraid and knows the nightmares won’t leave him alone for ages, now. But he also knows that at least Patton is on his side. And Patton is almost more of a mama bear than Deceit. If the two of them are looking out for him, he knows nothing will hurt him like this ever again.

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