#Sure you could say that maybe they felt betrayed or whatever the fuck and it's true that everyone was kind of freaking out in their own way

[pronounrespector]

Can I say something

#beep booping #I'm glad there was a exodus in dtblr #It got rid of the fake fuckers 😭😭😭 #Like there was people who peacefully left the Fandom and were essentially already one foot out of the door #And I could understand why they left #Then there's the fake mfs who I feel like wanted to leave at the first inconvenience #throw a hissy fit and make a dramatic exit #Like I just blocked two people (who's blogs aren't active anymore but just to be safe I still blocked them) #Who literally had posts all over their blogs about how much they love the dteam so so much #And they deserve the world blah blah blah #And then say fuck dream/fuck gnf IMMEDIATELY when everything went down #Like. #Dawg. #Sure you could say that maybe they felt betrayed or whatever the fuck and it's true that everyone was kind of freaking out in their own way #But at the same time they switched up so quick #I'm happy they left #We genuinely don't need anyone like that here #Anyways #Thank you for coming to my Ted talk

[reverie-starlight]

{PR DAY ~ sakusa kiyoomi}

MSBY manager!reader my beloved <3

it’s PR Day for the jackals and you, their manager, have the day off. so why is your boyfriend trying so hard to convince you to go with him?

gn!reader, fluff, an attempt at humor, atsumu slander (as much as it pains me, it comes with the territory of writing a fic like this 😔) suggestive in some parts. not nsfw at all, but explicit language is used and one conversation surrounds that topic, so read at your own risk <3 also, intentional tense-switch in the beginning!!! and just like the first part, it’s not explicitly mentioned, but reader and atsumu have known each other since high school.

part 1 of the mini-series

managing MSBY came with its ups and downs.

on one hand, you wouldn’t have met your boyfriend if it weren’t for this job. and you've never laughed as hard as you have been these past three years with coworkers before meeting the current core line up of the jackals.

but on the other? you had three massive fully grown children under your care. four, technically, if they managed to annoy sakusa enough that he stoops to their level of childishness.

which was unfortunately very often.

…

nearly every week.

…

fine, basically everyday.

and ever since your relationship was revealed to the team nearly a year ago, the “trouble trio” had been behaving exactly like you expected them to. the whole team was slightly insufferable about it, sure, but atsumu, hinata and bokuto really took it too the next level.

so obviously you really valued your days off.

and today was the first day off you’ve had in months. you refused to take off days during the busiest weeks of the season, but today was a PR day.

interviews, promotional videos for the official social media accounts, a livestream or two- all things you were more than happy to leave in the hands of the team’s PR and social media managers.

the birds were singing, the sunlight was streaming through the bedroom window and a cool breeze could be felt against your skin. the day was calm and you were so excited to relax and do all the things you had planned.

but of course, your hopes are just that.

you see your boyfriend standing in the doorway of your bedroom, looking like he wants to say something. your heart lurches into your throat.

“soooo,” he starts, not looking directly at you as he moves to the bed and looks at his laid out clothes. you’re already shaking your head before he can say anything else. he ignores this and proceeds to betray you. “if you wanted to tag along today, you could or whatever.”

he’s shameless. he knows how much you’ve been looking forward to today.

“kiyoomi. love of my life. my darling. what the fuck?”

he lets out a snort and looks down at you semi-pleadingly- a rare sight. “I’ll buy you coffee on the way there.”

oh, he’s bargaining? you smirk. “aww, baby,” you stand up and make your way over to him, dramatically twirling and falling back into him with the back of your hand touching your forehead and the other pressed to your chest. “you just can’t bear to be apart from me, can you?”

the pleading look in his eye fades and he gives you a disgusted look you know he doesn’t mean. his arms stay wrapped around you so you don’t fall. “you wish.”

you shrug and move back to your chair, finishing up your morning routine. “hmm I guess I’ll stay here then.”

you enjoy the silence for a moment before he sighs. “fine, two coffees.”

a loud laugh leaves your mouth when he says that. your boyfriend would never put this performance on for anyone else. it was as close to begging as you’d ever get from sakusa kiyoomi.

you shake your head and sigh. “my love, you know I’ve been looking forward to my day off for so long. why are you so insistent about me going with you?”

suddenly he’s behind your chair and leaning down so his breath tickles your ear. “coffee and lunch and maybe when we get back I could be convinced to try that thing you were talking about…” the words are backed up by a kiss to your jaw and some pointed eye contact through the mirror.

you widen your eyes and search his expression for any trace of a lie.

none.

you cannot believe you’re letting him convince you into this, but the offer is far too good to pass up.

you pretend to mull it over, then meet his eyes in the mirror again. “make sure the trouble trio don’t try to coerce me into working and we have a deal.”

“well of course, I was going to yell at them if they tried anything like that anyway.”

“perfect, then let’s seal it with a kiss.”

“only a kiss, baby, I feel your hands wandering.” he pecks your lips quickly and pulls away before you can deepen it.

you pout. “can you blame me? you’ve got me all excited now.”

he shakes his head fondly and straightens up, moving to put the shirt his stylist had insisted upon for the upcoming interviews. you had to hand it to her- she knew exactly what she was doing.

you watch him with hawk eyes and he just turns his head to look at you in amusement. “stop staring at me and get ready, you perv, we have to leave soon.”

as soon as you step into the building where all the other jackals are, you’re bombarded with confused greetings.

“hey, I thought it was your day off?”

“ayy, manager’s here! good to see ya.”

“what are you doing here? you weren’t scheduled for today, were you?”

you sigh and sip your coffee, letting go of sakusa’s hand as you speak to the coach. “no, I wasn’t. I was kidnapped and brought here by one of your wing spikers.”

he chuckles and glances over at your boyfriend, who is looking up at the ceiling and avoiding eye contact. “I see. well, if anyone tries to get you to work today, just let me know and I’ll help sakusa put them in their places.”

you smile kindly. “thank you, sir, I appreciate it.”

as soon as he walks away, you’re surrounded by the three people you wanted to see least today.

a long sigh leaves your lips as atsumu, hinata and bokuto stare at you in wonder.

“just get it over with,” you grumble.

“how much do ya wanna bet he promised something outrageous?” atsumu.

“what, like an all expenses paid vacation?” hinata.

“no, it’s omi-omi, it wouldn’t make sense for him to take time off in the middle of game season.”

you roll your eyes at their back and forth and glance over at the man in question, who appears to be glowering. you can almost picture the scowl underneath his mask. “you’re all idiots,” he states.

“hey! I haven’t even said anything yet!” bokuto protests.

“yes, but I can practically hear the gears in your brain grinding.”

“I’ll bet it’s a sex thing,” atsumu interrupts just as bokuto is about to defend himself.

you all freeze and stare at him.

your boyfriend, deadly calm, says “miya, I will skin you alive.”

the blonde, who absolutely loves getting a rise out of sakusa, just smirks. “oh, so I’m right then?” he turns to you and slings an arm over your shoulder. “tell me, dear manager, what exactly did he have to agree to in order to get ya to show up on your day off?”

you flick his forehead and shake your head disapprovingly. “none of your business, you freak. just 'cause your dating life isn’t going too well right now doesn’t mean you can pry into mine. download tinder or something if you’re that bored.”

bokuto and hinata snicker at that, but straighten up quickly when he shoots them a glare. suddenly, meian stalks up behind the three of them and clears his throat.

“if you’re all done terrorizing our manager, our social media team is ready for us now. hurry up.” he nods at you with an apologetic smile and drags atsumu away from you. “sakusa, you too. we’ve been waiting for a while now.”

as soon as his teammates walk away and he’s sure they’re not watching him, he slumps a bit and you notice the tips of his ears have gone red. you smile at him in amusement and pat his cheek, the action only slightly awkward due to his mask.

“aw lighten up, kiyoomi, I’m used to dealing with atsumu by now. just ignore him, he wouldn’t dream of bringing that up again if he knows what’s good for him.”

he sighs and drops his shoulders, relief washing over him now that he knows you’re not regretting your decision to come with him. he slips off his mask and presses a quick kiss to your lips. “alright. I love you, just enjoy the show.”

you take his mask and walk with him to the rest of the group so that they can start with the promotional videos.

it’s fun to watch, honestly, because the team’s dynamic does work well for the cameras. they’re not even playing anything up.

you sit through the promo videos they need to film for upcoming games, the silly one-off fluff questions and the fan asks for their instagram page before they’re allowed a break.

sakusa stalks over to you with a small scowl and you smile. “you’re doing great, handsome.”

his expression softens a bit and he offers you a kiss on the forehead. “thank you, darling. care for some lunch?”

you nod and pull him out the door before a certain trio can invite themselves to the impromptu lunch date.

you walk in comfortable silence towards the building’s food court before something pops into your mind. “kiyoomi, you never answered my question from earlier.”

he hums in acknowledgment. “and what might that be?”

“why were you so insistent on me joining you today?”

he doesn’t answer for a moment, but you wait patiently. you know he’s not ignoring you.

finally he sighs and squeezes your hand. “I feel like we haven’t been spending much time together lately outside of work… and I was hoping that by bringing you with me today we’d be able to have at least some time together…” his voice is low, but he’s not shy about it.

you fiddle with the chain around your neck, one he bought for you a while back. "that's very sweet of you, kiyo."

"and..." he hesitates a bit, but you squeeze his hand in return to encourage him. "I feel more relaxed in front of the cameras when you're there."

you melt a little bit. "I'm happy I make you feel that way, kiyoomi. thank you for kidnapping me on my day off, I suppose."

he snorts and you smile. you're about to lean in to pull his mask down for a kiss, but you're interrupted. of course.

"hey, hey, hey! there you guys are! we saw you leaving so figured we'd get lunch with you!"

you honestly don't think you could ever be mad at bokuto, but he is seriously testing your patience right now. not far behind him are atsumu and hinata, one looking smug and the other a bit sheepish. one of them probably brought up your departure to bokuto, either on purpose or accidentally you'd never know.

you sigh and pat sakusa on the back. "yeah, come on. you're all paying for your own, though."

you both ignore the whines of the fully grown children behind you and continue walking hand in hand.

~~~~

BONUS:

"so this question is directed at sakusa..." atsumu reads the question silently and the team watches as he holds back a laugh.

you watch as your boyfriend narrows his eyes at the blonde in front of him and you sigh. things had been going so well up until now.

it’s past lunch break now, and their social media manager had just given them a box full of printed out tweets with fan questions to answer. she snickers to herself as if she knows which question it is and looks pointedly at you from behind the phone she’s recording on.

you blink in confusion, but everything is made clear when atsumu opens his mouth again.

“omi-omi, user @/kiyosdear wants to know if you’re single, or if you’re in need of a dog, because they’re more than willing to bark.”

the social media manager giggles, as does the rest of the team. you feel your eye twitch a bit, but you’re easily able to shove down any possession you feel in the moment.

it’s obviously impossible to ignore so many people vying for his attention all the time, but sometimes it could be a little funny to see how flustered your boyfriend could become from the unwanted attention.

you smile at the small scowl that forms. “no thank you. I’d want nothing less.”

atsumu snorts at his curt answer and hands the box to him. sakusa picks out a question and reads it to himself before blushing furiously and turning his face away from the camera. you watch curiously as meian looks over his shoulder to see what could have garnered that reaction from him and his eyes trail to you amusedly.

the social media manager looks like she’s having a field day, zooming in on sakusa’s red face for a moment. it’s not often something flusters him that badly after all. she’ll milk it for all it’s worth.

the captain pries the paper out of your boyfriend’s hand and reads it out loud.

“@/msby_luvr asks, yo @/sakusakiyoomi, is your team's manager single? totally unrelated, @/msbymanager, are you free on thursday?"”

it’s not exactly a secret to the public that there’s something going on between you two, they just don’t know what that something is.

of course neither of you ever confirm or deny anything, but you imagine being asked outright like that is what caught him off guard.

the camera cuts to you, “offstage” laughing at the question and shaking your head a little in amusement.

or maybe he’s not shy, but rather jealous?

that’s kind of sweet.

regardless, you speak up for him, knowing he wouldn't answer. "I am not single, but thanks for asking."

the camera pans back to the team, just in time to catch the tail end of atsumu clapping your boyfriend on the shoulder.

sakusa gives you a small smile, clearly relieved you took over for him, and goes back to focusing on the interview.

hinata, the poor thing, reads the next question. “oh boy… @/msbymanager asks, sakusa and atsumu rivals to lovers arc when?”

you cackle as both men whip their heads in your direction, betrayal and incredulity on their faces.

raising your hands, you said to them “in my defence, I was still miffed about being dragged here on my day off when I sent it in!”

atsumu loudly refuted the question and the jeers from his teammates, but that was all drowned out by the look your boyfriend sent your way.

you sighed. you were really in for it later.

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I’ll 100% be doing more MSBY manager!reader. and I’ll do more PR scenarios as well, bc as much fun as this was to write, it didn’t have as much as I wanted to include. but I’ll have to do more research. thank you for reading!! and happy birthday sakusa <3

tags: @dira333 (ty for inspiring me to turn it into a mini-series) @emmyrosee (Ik you love Sakusa and you wanted the WIP for this a long time ago)

#sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader fluff #sakusa kiyoomi x reader fluff #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #haikyu x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu x gender neutral reader

[flowerandblood]

Guilt | Greed | Grace

[ modern! • Aemond x stepsister! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, sexual tension, angst, smut, kind of incest but not really, brat taming ]

[ description: After one night together, he and his stepsister remain amused by the whole situation and that they have taken revenge on their parents in some way. Aemond begins to wonder if his relationship with Alys makes sense when their parents decide to go away for the weekend and leave them alone at home. The power of angst, ironic, bitchy Aemond. Anon request. ]

Part 1 − Rage | Revenge | Relief Part 3 − Pride | Promise | Price Part 4 − Blame | Betray | Bliss

Series & Characters Moodboard

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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After what they had done, they both began to fall asleep in his bed, exhausted after their physical exertion and fulfilment. His stepsister woke up before dawn − she slipped out of his embrace and stroked his hair before she left, quietly closing the door behind her.

He surprised his mother and the rest of the family by coming down for breakfast in the morning; Criston stood up, startled, and walked over to him, extending his hand to him. He shook it, trying to hold back a grimace of satisfaction.

"Criston. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." He said with the clear hope that he had finally broken through, that there would no longer be such a tense atmosphere in the house.

He looked at him forcing himself not to smile.

I fucked your daughter yesterday, Criston.

And it felt so fucking good.

"Aemond. Me too." He said low and matter-of-factly, turning away from him even though he could see he wanted to say something more, surely to ask how his studies were going or what he was planning to do today.

He sat down at the table taking a seat opposite his daughter, who for a brief moment pretended to be extremely focused on cutting pancakes with jam. He looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to take a bite into her mouth and swallow it, and she finally lifted her gaze to him.

"Hi." He hummed and she pressed her lips together, her eyebrows arched in amusement − she was all red, her innocent embarrassment making him feel a pleasant warmth in his lower abdomen.

"Hi." She whispered, immediately leaning over her pancakes, trying not to laugh, and he reached for the toast with a smile of satisfaction.

His mother and Criston watched them with astonishment, Daeron being the only one who seemed to notice nothing and simply ate his cornflakes with milk, surely focused with his thoughts on some test that awaited him at school.

"Why are you laughing? Is something wrong?" Asked Alicent, clearly amused herself, suspecting that this was clearly not the first time they had spoken.

She and he shot each other a quick glance over the table − she didn't seem terrified and he figured she wouldn't mind if he played with the situation a bit.

"Nothing. Something funny just happened yesterday. Right, kid?" He asked indifferently, throwing her a defiant look, biting into his toast with a loud crunch.

She almost choked on the sip of tea she had just taken from her mug in the shape of a dog's head and looked at him with big eyes, hearing her pet name that he had used earlier in the night.

He thought with amusement that her mug fit her perfectly.

"Yes. Very funny." She muttered wearily, pressing her lips together and quickly taking another bite of pancakes, trying with the last of her willpower not to smile or laugh, looking at him pleadingly.

"Don't you want to tell your daddy what you did?" He asked ironically and she burst out laughing, looking at him with her eyebrows raised high, accepting his challenge.

"Maybe you should brag to your mum about what happened first." She said defiantly and lightly, taking a loud sip from her cute doggie cup, and he bit his lip, deciding that he probably needed to say enough so as not to overdo it.

"I see that whatever happened you two quickly found common ground." Said his mother with a sort of expression of contentment and relief, as if she understood from all this that something funny had happened in their absence which had made them, willy-nilly, grow closer to each other.

In a way, it was true.

In a way.

"Yeah. We got closer." He said lightly, and she just threw him a calm, happy look without saying anything else, eating the rest of her pancake contentedly.

"Okay, I'll drive Daeron to school and come back to drop you off at the university, okay?" Criston asked her, but before she could answer anything he interrupted him with a word.

"Big brother will drive his little sister to school. Get yourself together, I'm leaving in ten minutes." He hummed, putting the rest of his toast in his mouth, walking over to the machine to make himself a quick coffee. Criston wanted to protest, saying there was no need, but his daughter ran quickly to get her backpack without even listening to him.

He drank his coffee and started to put on his shoes, waiting for her when his mother came up to him, an expression of gratitude on her face.

"That's very kind of you, Aemond. Thank you for trying, you don't even know how much it means to me. I know it's hard for you, but…"

"Mhm. Ready?" He asked completely uninterested in what she was saying to him, noticing his stepsister behind her − she quickly put her trainers on her feet and nodded.

They moved to his car, which he opened remotely with his key, and settled comfortably in their seats, buckling their seatbelts. He turned on the engine and played a Guns N' Roses record, backing out of the driveway, neither of them speaking to each other as they drove.

He caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye as they stood at the traffic lights − he looked at her dress, light, girly, revealing part of her thighs, on top of which she had thrown on a thick, short, light-coloured jumper fastened at the front with big buttons.

It seemed incredibly fluffy to him, from a distance he could sense that it smelled like a pleasant laundry softener.

He shuddered when a driver in the back honked at him, frustrated that he hadn't moved off despite the green light being on. He looked in the mirror, furious, driving off with a squeal of tyres.

"Fucking old prick. Where the fuck is he in such a hurry?" He growled more to himself than to her, but felt her glance back at him with a smile, twisting in her seat, hugging tighter her material backpack lying on her lap.

He felt odd about the fact that she hadn't spoken to him the whole way − for some reason he had a feeling she would flood him with questions about what had happened between them last night, or who he was, what he did for a living, if he had anyone.

He parked in front of her faculty without turning off the engine, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye; only then did she look at him, her eyes big, her gaze calm, her face gentle and full of some kind of gratitude and understanding.

"Thank you very much. Have a nice day." She said softly and he swallowed loudly, looking at her with his jaw clenched.

"… you too."

He watched with indifference as she unbuckled her seatbelt and walked out, closing the door behind her, running towards a group of people, a couple of guys and one girl, hugging them one by one.

He licked his lower lip wondering if any of these boys had fucked her before him and rolled his eyes, deciding he didn't give a shit and drove off, not wanting to be late for his own classes.

He sat in the ancient history lectures thoughtfully, unable to concentrate on what his professor was talking about despite it being his favourite class.

He had already managed to get a few messages from Alys − she was asking him when they were going to meet again, sending him a picture of herself getting ready for work, saying that last night had been wonderful.

He stared at her messages with a blank stare, thinking only of the fact that he had been dating her for several months, and was only able to think about Criston's Cole's daughter.

About her warm, tender hands holding him close to her body, stroking his hair, neck and back with her soft fingers until he fell asleep while being still deep inside her.

He felt a sort of tightening in his pit, a discomfort, an unpleasant sense that something was wrong; he ran his hand over his face, sighing quietly, putting his phone aside and closing his eyes.

He didn't know himself what he thought of this relationship.

He felt that he had got into it because it was his way of taking revenge on his mother, because it allowed him to get physically off, to feel mature, to feel desired, to have somewhere to run to.

But now that his final revenge was done, now that he felt he had his mother and Criston in his grasp, that he had mentally regained control of the situation it all lost its meaning.

He felt nothing for her.

He wasn't even sure if he really liked her.

He felt some kind of shame and embarrassment at the thought that he had devoted months of his life to someone who was so indifferent to him, fucked her for hours like some kind of animal.

Looking at his stepsister, he felt empty, because she was full of everything − warmth, peace, understanding, joy, courage, humour.

Everything he was missing.

He decided to take a break from Alys for the time being and focus more on his studies, which he had neglected in recent months; he pretended not to listen at all if and when Criston's daughter came home, if she went out in the evening or not.

He noticed with interest that she had caught a close relationship with Daeron very quickly, being able to give him what he was unable to − she listened to his childish problems at school when they ate dinner and gave him advice as if he were an adult.

She was the only person besides Daeron he spoke to when he passed her or if they were at the table together − she usually asked him to hand her something, or asked if he would pour more water in the kettle so she could make herself a cup of tea too.

He was used to dropping a bag of Earl Grey into her doggy mug; each time she looked at him gratefully when he handed it to her already poured with boiling water.

"Thank you."

He would sometimes see her sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV, texting with someone on her phone and involuntarily wonder if she was in love with some boy.

For some reason he felt discomfort at the thought, as if he had really stepped into the role of her older brother and wanted to know who she was talking to and where she was going out.

Of course, he would never dare to ask her about it and kept his frustration to himself.

She didn't impose on him or try to talk to him by force knowing it was pointless, something his mother and Criston couldn't comprehend, barraging him with questions he didn't feel like answering.

Some part of him was curious about her, about what she had read and what she had listened to, about what she thought about it all, what she thought about him.

From that day on, he drove her to her classes every morning even when his started much later just to be alone with her for those few minutes.

He once dared to put his hand on her thigh as they stood at the traffic lights, unable to contain himself any longer, stroking her soft, smooth skin with his thumb.

He felt a shudder pass through her, felt her looking at him, but didn't dare reciprocate her gaze fearing what he would see in it.

Disgust, condemnation, mockery, sympathy.

He swallowed hard when he felt her fingers gently stroke the skin of his hand and did so until they reached the car park.

Only then did he look at her with an indifferent, cold stare hearing only the loud pounding of his heart in his ears.

She looked at him with that warm look of hers, the worry on her face coming from some kind of tenderness and affection.

He touched her cheek, her full lower lip, soft and shiny, and she parted it slightly. Driven by some strange, natural reflex, he slid his thumb deep between them, her pupils dilated, her flesh clenched on his finger, sucking it.

He felt it in his cock so hard that he flinched.

He pulled her to him by the nape of her neck in one sure movement, pressing his swollen lips to hers in a wild, loud dance of tongues, teeth and saliva − she threw her arms around his neck, his fingers sliding into her soft hair.

His hand was already sliding down her body between her thighs when they both gasped and pulled away from each other, hearing someone approach the car beside them − he involuntarily licked his lips feeling her wonderfully sweet taste.

She looked at him with wide-open eyes, her breathing sped up and uneven, making the glass on her side steam up.

"See you at home. Have a good day." She mumbled warmly unbuckling her seatbelt and walked quickly out, closing the door behind her.

He ran his hands over his face and slammed the dashboard of his car with all his might, furious at himself for being so desperate.

He kept repeating to himself that this was only supposed to be one time, a simple fun, sweet revenge, but nothing more.

She was a good kid, she wasn't to blame for the situation between Criston and his mother, he didn't want to hurt her.

However, what he felt in his trousers told him exactly what he thought of her and what he wanted.

The worst part was that it didn't look like she was going to stand up to him if he came to her to take it.

He sighed heavily, recognising that they were both fucked up, though she was certainly less so than him.

At least she wasn't a fucking sociopath.

During his lectures, he realised that his mother had texted him a few weeks ago the phone number of Criston and his daughter in case he needed something from them, had to leave them the keys to their house or just wanted to contact them.

He knew that his mother and Criston had decided to take a weekend away to relax together from all that was going on, and Daeron had taken the opportunity to spend that time with his favourite friend.

He felt throbbing in his trousers at the thought that they would be staying home alone.

That they could fuck all night long if they wanted to.

He licked his lips, wondering with a pounding heart whether to show desperation, whether to text her or not.

Since he had her number, she had his too.

After a few hours of pondering, he gave up, deciding that he couldn't take it any longer, that he needed to talk to her, to make sure she was thinking about him too.

After all, it was impossible for what they had done to be completely normal and meaningless to her, wasn't it?

Once the decision was made, he felt some kind of excitement. He wrote her into his contacts as Little Sister 🐶 with a smile of amusement and after a while sent her a message with his heart beating fast.

He shuddered when after a few minutes he saw the new notification on his phone, unsure if he wanted to read it, feeling horrified at the thought that she might have thought he was a pathetic little boy craving her attention.

He unlocked his screen after a moment and went into the messages with his heart beating fast and his throat clenched.

He felt relieved at the thought that her answer was perfectly normal, without a trace of mockery or discomfort − for some reason, the fact that she answered him pleasantly flushed his ego.

He stared at his screen with his heart beating hard, tapping the side of his cheek with the tip of his tongue, feeling the heat in his lower abdomen at the thought that he might be able to spend the night with her again.

Although he hadn't been home for dinner for weeks, this time he appeared back straight after class, startling his mother, who looked out to him from the kitchen.

"Aemond! I thought it was Criston. How good you are here, will you eat with us before we leave?" She asked softly and he shook his head, taking an apple from the bowl on the table in his hand, running up the stairs and locking himself in his room.

He didn't feel like sitting there looking at his face.

He heard the sound of the front door opening, the voices of Criston and his daughter, from which a shudder went through him − he felt excitement and some kind of anticipation.

He was browsing the internet on his phone, eating the fruit he had brought with him with a loud crunch of flesh, when suddenly Alys started calling him.

He stared at the incoming call from her chewing slowly, wondering if he should pick up and think of something quick, say he felt bad or just admit that it all made no sense.

He did nothing feeling his heart pounding and sighed heavily when he got a text message from her a minute later.

He decided that keeping her in the dark was cruel even for him, so he decided to write her back.

He sent her a reply, sighing loudly, and rolled his eyes when the message from her popped up practically immediately.

He pressed his lips together feeling an unpleasant squeeze in his chest − he was sick to his stomach at the thought that they might be getting back together again, but it wasn't her fault.

It was him.

All he had left was shame.

He wrote back quickly and blocked her number so that she could no longer send him any messages or call him.

He thought that only this would make her realize that he was serious.

He shuddered when he got another notification of a new message and thought she had written to him from another number, but was surprised to see that someone else wrote to him.

He got up immediately, walking out of his room, running lightly down the stairs, seeing her searching for something on his TV with the remote, probably looking for a movie already.

She was wearing a top with characters from The Lion King and shorts, her hair loose, pretty and shiny, its dark curls falling over her shoulders.

"If we start now, we might be finished by five in the morning." She said with amusement and nodded at the table top. "If you want, unwrap the crisps and put them in the bowl. Shall I spread out the sofa so we can lie down comfortably?"

She asked, looking at him questioningly, getting up from her seat. He nodded, opening packet after packet, pouring their contents into plastic bowls, trying not to think about her naked stomach, her nice long legs and the fact that she wasn't wearing a fucking bra.

They brought a couple of glasses, bottles of drinks and bowls of crisps close to each other and spread out comfortably, covering themselves with blankets and laying their heads on the big soft pillows she had apparently brought for them from upstairs.

They watched the first fifteen minutes focusedly, paying amused attention to scenes that had become memes − he pressed his lips together when he felt her lay her head on his shoulder, her hands embracing his arm, he could smell the pleasant scent of her shampoo.

He took a loud sip from his glass, trying not to think about the fact that he had been completely hard for about half an hour, that he felt like he was about to go fucking crazy because of her.

His hand under the blanket involuntarily slid down to her bare legs, running it up her knee; he felt her flinch, but instead of moving away she pulled closer to him.

He bit his lower lip feeling his heart pounding hard as his fingers slid between her thighs, teasing her through the material of her shorts in slow, circular motions.

He felt her press her body tighter against his shoulder, her hips began to rock to the rhythm of his hand, a quiet, blissful sigh escaping her lips that told him everything.

He pressed his lips together holding back a groan of surprise as her small hand slid down to the bulge in his trousers, her fingers began to press against his erection, massaging it up and down in a calm, slow motion.

He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling that he was terribly hot, the dialogue from the film seemed to him to be just background and he had completely lost interest in it.

He looked up at her with his lips slightly parted as she rose and with a light, sure movement pulled her top off over her head − he immediately reached to the belt buckle of his trousers to undo it when she took off her shorts and underwear, no sign of shame or embarrassment on her face, only shy smile.

She sat on top of him without hesitation as soon as he slipped his boxers down a little, stroking his scarred cheek with her warm fingers, placing her other hand on his shoulder to keep her balance.

He guided his swollen cock, throbbing with impatience, to her entrance and licked his lips, dry with desire, feeling that she was already all wet. She slid it deep inside her with ease, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

He groaned low and tilted his head back, panting along with her as she began to rise and fall on top of him, stretching her fleshy, hot walls with his fat length, feeling how wonderfully tight she was, how loudly her naked body slapped against his.

"− fuck, little one −" He gasped helplessly, desperate, with sure thrusts impaling her on himself; she mewled sweetly, her hands slid under the material of his black Tshirt and brushed across his naked chest, making him shiver.

He ran his hands over her buttocks, her back, her waist, wanting to savour the feel of her bare skin under his fingers, until finally he grasped her soft, plump breasts in his hands, teasing her hard nipples with his thumbs.

She gasped as she felt it, her walls clenching against him making them both sigh helplessly, speeding up − she slid her hand into his hair and kissed him, her lips so warm, her tongue so wonderfully moist, that he purred loudly into her mouth.

"− it seems you have missed me, big brother −" She cooed warmly, innocently, stroking his neck, hair and cheeks, looking at her so closely he could see how pink, puffy and glistening her lips were.

He felt his cock throb hard at her words and began to thrust it into her faster, clamping his hands on her waist and on the back of her neck, sitting up so that her whole body was pressed against his, his face at the level of her chin.

"− me? − you're fucking leaking, kid −" He scoffed with a grimace of amusement, moving inside her more aggressively, forcing her body to fit all of him in, deliberately sliding into her with lewd, loud click of her moisture, a pathetic whine escaping her lips.

"− look what you did to your big brother − how fucking hard he is because of you − have you no shame? −" He hissed and she sobbed with an expression on her face as if she was very sorry to have disappointed him, her lips parted slightly, a moan escaping from them each time his thighs slapped against her buttocks again, her breasts bouncing lightly.

"− I didn't mean to −" She mumbled with difficulty, embracing him with her arms − she gasped and moaned when he pressed her against him and grabbed her breast in his mouth, sucking and licking her nipple for a moment, releasing it with a loud plop.

"− you didn't mean to? − putting on that fucking slutty top without a bra? −" He growled and bit her neck − she sobbed and whined loudly, clenching her fingers painfully tight on his back and hair, letting him fuck her as fast and hard as he wanted.

"− I'm − I'm sorry −" She mewled as if she really felt guilty, cuddling her face into his temple, trailing her warm, puffy mouth over his cheek until their lips clung to each other again in a greedy, sticky kiss, his hips spreading her wide on his thick cock with quick, sure, deep thrusts.

"− you need to be taught a lesson, hm? − you need to be fucked more often so you'll behave properly −" He exhaled and she nodded her head as if she dreamt of nothing else, their lips and tongues rubbing and brushing against each other in moist, dirty kisses, he could feel her walls squeezing him faster and faster, that they were both on the edge.

"− yes − yes, yes, please, oh-fuck −" She mumbled and tilted her head back with her mouth parted wide as her body trembled in strong orgasm − she tried to push him away, moaning loudly, but he held her close, fucking her brutally through her peak until he came inside her with a loud sigh of pleasure, his warm semen filling her insides.

"− that's it − take it − take your brother's cum like a good girl −" He breathed out into her mouth, with thrusts of his hips pushing his seed deep inside her, her hands stroking his hair and back, their bodies all sweaty and hot.

He fell backwards, leaning back against his pillow, laying with her in a semi-prone position, breathing loudly as she did, their fingers trailing over their bodies as if they were blind and wanted to remember what they had done with senses other than sight.

"− fuck − oh God −" He gasped, completely relaxed and satisfied, lazily opening his eyes, looking at the screen again, noticing that by some miracle the action had moved to Rivendell.

They both inhaled loudly when the light in the driveway turned on, and after a moment they heard the sound of a key turning in the lock.

They looked at each other in horror, his stepsister quickly got up from him with a loud splat of his cock against his stomach, grabbing her underwear, shorts and top.

He stood up zipping up his trousers, wanting to give her a bit more time occupying whoever came in, fixing his hair in the mirror and suddenly Daeron walked in, all weepy. He swallowed loudly in relief, looking at him in disbelief.

"What happened?" He asked, trying to hide the tremor in his voice and the loud pounding of his heart. Daeron shrugged his shoulders.

"Nothing. Thomas is not as nice as I thought. He only gave me his worst toys to play with and we only played the games he likes." He mumbled pulling off his shoes − he licked his lips, glancing quickly over his shoulder, hearing the rustling of the fabric, looking back at him.

"And what are you doing? Watching The Lord of the Rings?" He asked curiously, apparently hearing the dialogues, going deeper − he wanted to stop him and went after him, but their stepsister was already sitting on the blanket, dressed as before, only slightly more red, scared and smiling at the same time.

"Hi. Yes, we are watching The Fellowship of the Ring. Do you want to join in?" She asked softly and he nodded wiping his cheeks, pulling his backpack off his back and laying down next to her, taking a handful of crisps in his hand.

"I'm going to go to the toilet for a while, you keep watching." She mumbled, and he led her away with an amused look, thinking only of the fact that, sure enough, his semen was just running down her thighs.

She came back after a few minutes and lay down between him and Daeron, slipping under the blanket, his hand immediately going to her thigh − he felt her flinch and swallow loudly, her fingers slid down to gently stroke his bare skin.

They gave up after watching the second part, deciding that they would finish together the next day, and covered themselves with a shared blanket, with the other enveloping Daeron, who had already fallen asleep a few hours earlier.

He embraced her from behind, deciding that he didn't give a shit if his brother woke up and saw it, or if he told their parents about it.

All he was focused on was the pleasant warmth of her body and the smell of her hair, his nose pressed into the hollow of her neck, her fingers entwined with his.

"− wanna be my girlfriend? −" He hummed softly into her ear, just thinking about how both wonderful and fucked up this vision of a relationship was.

She nodded silently, wrapping herself more tightly with his arms, pressing her back and buttocks against his body − he could feel that she was smiling. He murmured contentedly and snuggled into her closing his eyes, finally falling asleep.

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stepbro somno! - armin vs. eren

dark content!

warnings: noncon, stepcest, somnophilia, dacryphilia, eren's is a little darker than armin's!!, 18+

18+, mdni!

armin

you wake up slowly, your mind struggling to catch up to why your pussy is clenching around something thick and long to the point that it’s hitting your cervix, moving you up the bed with each thrust. a wet dream, you initially think through your exhausted little mind. you wanted it to be a wet dream so you didn’t have to think about it, didn’t have to pry your heavy eyes open and be faced with the nightmare of your stepbrother fucking his cock into you while you slept.

armin wished you had just sighed into it, just relaxed and maybe loosened up a little so the stretch wouldn’t have stirred you so much. he wished you would have just came around him when he angled his tip against your g-spot, rather than finally opening your eyes and gasping in alarm. whatever scream or cry you were going to make was cut off by armin’s hand quickly clamping over your mouth and silencing you.

he was just as stunned as you were — his big, blue eyes staring down into your wide ones as his hips continued to slam into yours.

“f-fuck, i woke you up, didn’t i? i’m sorry,” he said in a hushed voice, his hand still pressed tightly to your face. “you weren’t supposed to wake up. just wanted to make you feel good, just wanted to see you cum.”

his words were emphasized by his length being shoved in so deep it made you scream against his hand, but hardly any noise escaped. your eyes watered, stray tears slipping down your face as your stepbrother bottomed out. your mind was still trying to catch up to what was happening, not being able to function properly from both being ripped out of your peaceful sleep and from your big brother’s cock that was stuffing you full.

you cried against his hand, struggling to breathe as you started to squirm. you tried to kick your legs but although armin was always so docile, he was still much stronger than you.

“don’t fight me, please don’t fight me,” he murmured, and he genuinely looked concerned as he stared down at you, the soft glow from your nightlight illuminating his face. “it’s only gonna make it hurt if you struggle. i don’t want to hurt my baby sister.”

he let out a choked groan as your pussy squeezed around him. he could feel your flushed cheeks burning in shame and embarrassment beneath his hand, and he was sick enough to get off on it.

“i’m gonna move my hand now, okay? don’t scream, please, i won’t hurt you if you don’t scream. do you understand?”

you nodded up at him through tears, and for the first time since he’d been introduced to you as your new stepbrother, it was hard to look at him. he hesitantly removed his hand, now using the opportunity to grip both of your wrists and pin them to the bed. you couldn’t help the gasps for air and soft sobs that escaped you, but you kept your promise.

“a-armin…”

what could you say? what were you supposed to do? you weren’t even positive this wasn’t a horrible nightmare, or even a misunderstanding. you trusted armin — you always have. you just wanted him to shush you and tell you it was all a mistake, that maybe you gave him the wrong idea or… something. armin was so smart, you were sure he could come up with something to explain why he was stuffing you full of his cock while you slept.

“aren’t you going to tell me — fuck — h-how wrong this is? you’re not going to tell me i’m sick, or even to get off of you?”

but you were already writhing underneath him, gasping as he kept hitting that one spot that made you breathless. and you were so wet, you could hear the slick noises of his cock sliding in and out of you filling up the room.

“please, y-you shouldn’t do this,” you managed to choke out, fresh tears spilling over your eyes as you stared up at him. but you weren’t sure why you couldn’t stop crying. maybe it was because your body was betraying you, and you felt so powerless and weak as your back arched and your legs spread open for him. “i w-won’t tell anyone.”

“i know, i’m such a bad big brother. you think i don’t know?” he asked, interlacing your fingers together above your head as he stilled his thrusts. you almost whined at the loss of his cockhead grinding against your g-spot, involuntarily clenching around him for some type of stimulation. he gasped, his body shaking as he dropped his forehead down to touch yours. you were breathing each other’s air now, both gasping and panting and trembling in each other’s holds.

“but i’ve always taken such good care of you, haven’t i? even when you didn’t know it, i was here taking care of you.” he muttered against your lips. and you couldn’t think about what he meant when you were still so delirious and your orgasm was just in reach. he slowly pulled back and pushed his cock in again at a mind-numbing pace, the sound of your wetness making you flush.

“fuck, do you hear that? do you hear how good i prep you?” and you wanted to tell him to stop, that it was embarrassing, but you couldn’t find the words.

“do you know how many times you’ve cum around my tongue? or my fingers? you think this is the first time i’ve done this — this is just the first time you’ve woken up.”

then he was pounding into you. so hard and so fast it was making your headboard smack against the wall, and you were gasping because you’d never seen armin like this — so out of control. you vaguely remembered how many wet dreams you started having since moving in with armin and his father, always ending with an orgasm that left you shaking and gasping and so blissful in the morning. it was armin. it was your big brother taking care of you.

“a-armin! i’m gonna…!” you gasped as you felt your orgasm sneaking up on you. your body was on fire as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in even deeper.

“i know, me too.” he shushed you, squeezing your hands. “fuck, i'm gonna cum inside my little sister. i'm gonna fill you up.”

even he was surprised when the words tumbled out of his mouth, but he didn’t have time to take it back or really think about it before you were whining and clamping down around him. and you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen when your eyes rolled back and your back arched off of the bed, body shaking as your orgasm racked your body. it was more intense than the ones he’d given you by using his tongue and fingers — he could tell just from the way you were writhing and crying underneath him. it was such a beautiful sight, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

he shoved his cock in as deep as your pussy would allow him, cumming hard inside of you. it was one of those orgasms that was blinding, and all thoughts escaped him as he leaned into the pleasure. he was cumming in his little sister, who loved and trusted him with all her heart. it was a total violation, a complete betrayal that he could never be forgiven for. maybe that's why he was almost whimpering as you reached up and pressed your lips to his, his grip on your wrists loosening and allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck. and you were grinding against him to help him ride out his orgasm, your tongue massaging his as you moaned into his mouth.

maybe he was already forgiven.

eren

you wake yourself up with a cry, one so loud and guttural that it tore through the fabric of the wet dream you were having. you realize in the midst of your alarm that you're only crying and whining and shaking because fuck — you’re cumming.

eren was so proud of himself for coaxing an orgasm out of your sleeping body, his cock twitching inside you as you clenched and squeezed around him. and maybe you would’ve convinced yourself that it was all still part of your dream if he hadn't groaned into your ear, fucking himself deeper and harder into you as you still writhed and whimpered.

he would never forget the look of horror on your face when you finally opened your eyes, your dim nightlight granting you enough light to see your step brother's face hovering over yours. the look of absolute shock and fear as he continued pounding his cock into your pussy, tears still running down your face and more pooling in your eyes -- it would be locked away in his mind forever. you were even prettier like this: eyes all glossy and mouth hung open as you tried to process how hard you just came and the overstimulation of him fucking you through it -- and the obvious shock of waking up to your big brother on top of you.

it would’ve been easy to put you to sleep again if he really didn't want you to react, or if he was worried that you might scream. he could’ve hit you just hard enough, or choked you until you blacked out, but he would have to explain the bruises in the morning anyway. and he was really getting off on you finally seeing your big brother hold you down and bully his fat cock into you.

"e-eren?" you choked out, and it was so cute how your panic was visibly starting to set in. you were squirming, more tears slipping past your lashes as you tried to bite back moans and gasps.

"fuck, knew you'd wake up," he said in a low voice, and you almost wished the room was pitch black so you didn't have to look at his smirk. "good morning, princess. how'd you sleep?"

if you were stronger, or even smarter, you would've screamed at him to get off of you. you would have called him disgusting and threatened to tell your parents, you would have cursed and shoved and shrieked.

you felt pathetic when you didn't do any of that -- just arched your back and whined as his tip kissed your cervix with each thrust, and he held you down to keep you from running away from it.

“eren… eren!” you were gasping. “w-what are you— eren — s-stop... stop!"

God, you couldn't even talk. it was miserable the way you tried to kick your shaky legs to get him off of you, and he only used the opportunity to grip your thighs and press them against your torso. you almost screamed at the way his cock slid even deeper into you, but all of the air was knocked out of your lungs from the new position.

“yeah? you want me to stop?” he rasped, and you mewled when he rolled his hips.

he wasn't trying to shush your shrieks or whimpers because he knew you. he knew how pliant and complaisant you were, especially when it came to your mean older brother. this wasn't the first time he's done something that could get him in a lot of trouble, and he knew by now that you'd cover your own mouth to keep him from getting caught.

"come on, baby, i can't hear you," he taunted, his forehead now resting against yours as he pinned you down with his hands and his body weight. "say it like you mean it."

God, he was just so mean. he loved it when you begged and pleaded with him to leave you alone. the times when he pulled you onto his lap when your parents were in the next room, or when he flipped your skirt up as you leaned over to rest on the counter or reach something -- he loved it when your cheeks turned red and you got all worked up about it. you never cried as much as you did the first time he kissed you on the lips, holding the back of your head to keep you still as he forced his tongue into your mouth as you gasped in surprise. but you still didn't scream, or tell on him, or try very hard to keep your distance. you didn’t stop wearing his shirts to bed with nothing on underneath and your door cracked open. it was practically an invitation for him.

"s-stop it, eren! p-please stop!" you whined, and he threw his head back as he pumped his cock faster and harder.

"fuck, yeah, that's it, baby. now tell me i’m sick, tell me to get off of you." he was rasping out his words now, squeezing your thighs in a bruising grip. "come on, tell your big brother it’s too big. tell me it hurts."

he was pounding into you now, and it was too much all at once for you to take, even with the strings of your wetness connecting to his cock when he pulled out. and it was so embarrassing that you were doing exactly what he wanted you to do — begging and crying and shrieking that it was “too much!” every time he bottomed out.

you got louder each time his fat tip rubbed deep inside of you and stretched you open, and he eventually had to shut you up by forcing his tongue past your lips and swallowing all of your cries. as much as he got off on making you scream, he wasn't stupid. there was a limit to just how much noise he could let you make before he really did get caught, and he couldn't let that happen. all of your screams that his cock was too big or that you were cumming again were muffled, and all you could do was whine into his mouth as he forced another orgasm out of you.

he pulled away from the sloppy kiss when he felt his own climax hurtling towards him. he'd never cum harder in his life than he did in that moment, deep in your pussy and staring down into your teary eyes and your fucked out expression. you didn't even look scared anymore — no, you were looking at him like he placed the stars in the sky as you tangled your fingers through his hair and pulled, bucking your hips up to feel him grind against your g-spot. your eyes rolled back as his cum filled you up, taking everything he gave you as he fucked you through the overstimulation.

"God, i fucking love you, you know that?” he mumbled against your skin, kissing and sucking wherever he could reach. he was still so turned on and relieved and just so happy when you nodded your head and mumbled a weak, "love you too, eren, s-so much.”

"that's right, baby, you love your big brother," he moaned, and you were crying and writhing again as he reached his hand down to toy at your clit. "knew i could fuck it out of you."

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Brother's Best Friend, pt 1

JOSH KISZKA X FEMALE READER

A/N: Hey guys! Happy Valentine’s Day! For those of you (me) who don’t have a Valentine and need a little spice, here's a two part series I'm gonna do:) I've had this idea forever and I'm so glad with the way it turned out. As always, this stuff is unedited.

Word Count: 4.9k

WARNINGS: 18+ this is very very dirty! graphic sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), LOTS of dirty talk and praise bc I love it, oral sex (m/f/ rec), face riding, fingering, slight hair pulling, slapping, slight choking, language, cum play if you squint, some degradation, minor cock warming, small daddy kink, p in v, dom (m) sub (f), fluff. Sorry if I missed any!

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Your feet splash through the puddles of water resting on the cement. Rain drizzles down from above you, thunder crashing around you like drums in a rock n’ roll song. You cross your arms over your skimpy top you had been dying to wear for weeks and choke back another sob. 

It’s late, probably around midnight. You left the party ten minutes ago after a run in with your older brother, Henry. You two had always been close growing up. But the older you got, the more controlling he became. You had only had one boyfriend your whole highschool career. Even though Henry was three years over you and graduated long before you did, he still managed to scare everyone off. Even tonight, even though you’re a twenty year old woman, he still glared at every guy who came remotely close to you. 

“Men only want one thing.” He’d say after you’d beg him to stop interfering with your life. “As your brother, it’s my job to look after you.”

That’s how every conversation went. Every conversation up until tonight. Tonight, you’d finally had enough. After Henry shooed off your pursuer for the night, you’d marched over to him, anger bubbling in your blood. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you started.

“Y/N, what?” He played dumb.

“Why do you always have to control my every move? I’m a grown adult, I can fuck who I want!”

“Yeah, clearly,” he snorted. 

“The fuck does that mean?” You raised your voice.

“Oh yeah, as if I have no idea about what happened on your senior prom night.” he took a drink from a can of beer in his hand.

You pause. “How-”

“Doesn’t matter. Whatever. I was trying to protect you from this kind of stuff, but seeing you’re a fucking slut anyways, what’s the point?” he growled.

His words slashed through the temporary walls you had built on the way over to talk to him. This man, your brother, who you had grown up with and loved your whole life, was slut shaming you. You could barely stand as your knees began to womble. Without another word you rushed out the front door.

Maybe it wasn’t the smartest idea, seeing it was storming and you came to the party with Henry. But at the time, nothing was worse than staying there and facing his hurtful words. With his friends around him, you felt outnumbered and solemnly betrayed. It was better this way, although, you were pretty sure you felt worse about the whole thing than he did.

Now, the rain picks up again and drenches your already shivering body. Your hair is a wet mess on your head. You rub your eyes, smearing mascara even further. Fuck it. You don’t care.

You jump as you hear a car approaching behind you. Your heart pounds in your chest as you tell yourself it’s just passing by. When it slows, your body freezes in its place.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice strikes into the night. You turn around to see Josh, your brother’s best friend, driving behind you. His head sticks out the window, a worried expression on his face. “I thought that was you.”

You stand in silence, unsure of what to do. You’ve known Josh since you were a kid. But he’s only been a side character in your life. He was always there, but he never did anything significant. Occasionally, he would drive you to places because you were too scared to get your license. He’d help you with your homework and eat dinner with your family at least once a week. But you’d never really considered yourself friends. Especially after he started dating your mortal enemy his senior year. But that ended soon after it started. You never hated him, your feelings for him were the exact opposite actually.

Like any younger sister would, you developed a crush on your big brother’s best friend. There was just something different about him. The way he talked about stuff he enjoyed and remembered the little things that mattered to the people around him. It didn’t hurt that he was good looking as well. Your crush only intensified as you got older. It went from a harmless crush to an ache in your lower abdomen. Of course, nothing ever became of it as you were a few years younger than him. Once you turned 18 you were anxious to tell him how you felt, but as his band grew, you overheard him and his twin discussing. 

“No distractions, Jake. If this is what we want, we need to put all of our energy into it.” Josh said, his hand carefully resting on his brother's arm. “That means no women.”

It was never meant to be, and you accepted it. Things got easier as you both gradually went your separate ways. Slowly, he stopped coming to dinners every week. It became a holiday tradition for him to appear, smiles on his face and gifts in hand. You started college and soon, your feelings for Josh weren’t as evident. That was, until you saw him again. Then, all the feelings and reasons on why you loved him came rushing back. 

It happened every time, so you weren’t surprised to feel everything again when he came to the party tonight after his six month tour. He looked refreshed and well rewarded. All it did was remind you how happy he was away from home, and admitting your feelings would only give him a reason to stay.

“It’s me.” your voice shakes as you snap back to reality. You squint your eyes at the beaming headlights and pray you don’t look as bad as you feel.

“Sorry, I probably scared you. I wasn’t thinking, I just wanted to find you.”

“It’s okay.” You say, feeling a bit awkward.

“Can I take you home?” 

“Don’t worry about it, Josh.” you shake your head and start walking away again. Josh only follows you, driving right beside you.

“Really? I have heat.” he says in a tempting voice.

“I wasn’t going to go home. I was just gonna walk around for a bit.” you admit.

He thinks for a second. “Okay, come to my place. Everyone’s out so you don’t have to worry about disturbing us. I know you always do.”

You pause and he slows next to you. He’s right, actually. You hate to make people go out of their way for you. Turning to him, you give him a soft smile and tug on the passenger side door. He was right, he did have heat.

The ride to Josh’s house was quiet for a while. The air was stiff between you two, which is odd because usually you two had no issues. It felt different tonight. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something changed. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he finally asks. 

You shake your head. “Nothing to talk about.”

“Okay,” he says. “But you can, if you want.”

You turn your attention back to the road ahead of you. “How was your tour?”

“Oh, you know. Lots of drinking, smoking, drugs, and women.” he says sarcastically, but for some reason it strikes a cord in you and you stop talking entirely. Josh notices and responds quickly. “Oh. I was just joking.”

“Yeah.” you say, rubbing your chin. 

The radio plays quietly in the background, some old bluesy song fulfilling the silence. You turn to watch Josh, who has one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his thigh. You stare shamelessly at his hand. It’s large and veins protrude from the skin. Your eyes shift up and focus on his arms, the slight muscles and tones skin. You run your tongue over your bottom lip and glare at his side profile. His hair, once long, was now cut shortly on the sides with curls resting on the top. His jawline is sharp enough to cut your skin, his lips plump and full. If his nose didn’t have the familiar bump on it, you would have thought he was an imposter. 

“See something you like?” he asks. His tone is both serious and joking.

“Yeah,” you sigh, a wave washing over you. “You’ve changed a lot.”

“Me?” he laughs. “You’ve changed. I mean, you used to have-” he stops and swallows.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing. You’ve just filled out. Like every woman does. Not bad-” he stutters nervously.

“So you’ve been checking me out?” you smirk. His eyes meet yours briefly before returning to the road.

“Uhm. Well. Your top doesn’t hide much.” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

He’s right. You look down to see the lace corset that is pushing up your boobs just right. Still cold and wet from the rain, your nipples press against the fabric. The view makes you shift in your seat, searching for friction. 

“Yeah.” you agree and unbuckle yourself.

Josh’s hands grip the steering wheel, his eyes watching both you and the road ahead. You don’t know what has come over you, but the image of Josh looking at your tits makes your pussy throb. He’s changed alright, and his newfound muscles and hair has your mind thinking some inappropriate ideas.

You crawl slowly over the center counsel and watch his breathing hitch. He shifts in his seat and clears his throat. As your lips drag across the warm skin of his cheek, he lets out a breathy moan. Delighted with the sound, you tug on his ear.

“Jesus, Y/N. What are you doing?”

“You, hopefully. Unless you’re scared of my brother’s warnings.” you tease, your hand palming him through the black leather pants clinging to his legs.

Josh turns down the nearest gravel road and parks on the side, turning his lights on. He faces you in a haze, his eyes hooded and lazy. His hand finds your cheek and he runs his fingers over the soft skin.

“Oh baby. The devil himself couldn’t keep me from you.”

And with that, his lips slam into yours. You freeze for a second but soon reciprocate his actions. His hands tangle in your hair, yours in his. His tongue drags across your bottom lip, an invitation under seductive cover. You grant him access, allowing his tongue to dig into your mouth. You moan, and he quickly swallows the sound, supplying you with his own set of whimpers. He pulls back, his eyes filled with a mischievous glare.

“Are you a virgin?” he simply asks.

“I’m not a prude.” you scoff, taking offense.

Josh shakes his head. “Being a virgin doesn’t make you a prude. All it does is alter the way I’m fucking you tonight.”

You swallow harshly and squeeze your legs together at his words. “No, I’m not a virgin.”

“Okay.” he says before pulling the lever that keeps his seat up. 

It reclines quickly so he’s almost horizontal. You smile and giggle as he smirks at you.

“Well, darling?” he asks in an accent. 

“Maybe the back seat would be better?” you question.

Josh shrugs and opens his door. You do the same, meeting him in the back seat. You share the same goofy expression as you crawl to each other. His hands find your waist immediately and he hoists you onto his lap, earning a surprised gasp from your lungs. With your knees on either side of his legs, you connect lips. He tastes like alcohol and sugar and you grind your hips into him. He groans, and you can feel him hard between you. The few pieces of clothing between you two is all that keeps you apart. You rock against him again, your skirt riding up your thighs. Josh takes notice and pushes it up farther with his hands. As you bite and tug at the skin on his neck, his hands squeeze your ass. The gesture is strong enough to know it will leave a mark.

You let out a pitiful moan you didn’t know you had in yourself. He twitches against your leg, obviously finding it very attractive. Letting out a shaky breath, he distributes a soft smack to your ass. You jump and suck harder onto his neck, trying to muffle the sounds of your pathetic moans. Josh feels your vibrations and you can feel the smirk on his face.

“I think I have you figured out, doll.” he seductively says before smacking your ass again, this time, more firmly. You cry his name into the crevice of his neck. “Yeah? You like it when I smack you?”

You can feel your panties grow damper by the second. You had no idea you were into this. Or that he was. 

“Answer me,” he hisses. 

“Yes! Yes, daddy please!” you cry, the name leaving your mouth without thinking.

He whimpers and thrusts himself into you. You cry at the friction and find his lips again. You grind against his leather pants, desperately searching for friction. Josh watches you, his teeth biting his lip. 

“Take this off, mama.” he tugs at your skirt. You unzip it and throw it up front. “Red lace? You filthy girl.”

He grabs your ass and lifts you up so all your weight is on your knees. He kisses your stomach and plants a kiss on the hem of your panties. His fingers that dig into your ass wander between your legs. The feeling of his digit sliding over your dripping core makes you shudder above him.

“So worked up, and for what?” he teases, enjoying the show above him.

“You.” you say weakly. 

“How long?” he asks.

“Since I’ve known you.” You admit, feeling no shame considering you’re half-naked in front of him. 

“What a slut, baby. And all for me?” he whispers, his finger dipping into you. “Take these off.”

You crawl off of him and do your best to gracefully pull the drenched material off your body. Once it’s off, Josh pulls you back onto his lap. You’re shocked and confused, but the look in his eye makes you ditch your expectations.

“You want me so bad? Fine, show me how bad and fuck yourself on my leg.” he spits. “While you’re doing that, you’re gonna tell me how long you’ve waited for this moment.”

You move to straddle his right leg, immediately working yourself onto him. He tears off his shirt. It’s dark in the car, but the full moon shines just right, showing you his soft skin and sculpted chest. His fingers move to your corset, toying with the back.

“As much as I love how little this top covers, I want the full view.” he unties the strings in the back. “Talk, or this is over. Tell me how bad you’ve wanted it.”

“So bad.” you cry. “Since you started tutoring me.”

“That long? You were what– a junior?” he slips your top off and leans back.

You pick up your pace, your arousal soaking into his leg. “I was so jealous of all those girls you would hang out with.”

His eyes absorb your breasts and how they look bouncing in the faint light. He brings one of his callused hands and teases the nipple. “So jealous of the girls who got my cock, huh?” He leans forward and begins to suck on the bead of your nipple.

“So jealous!” you say in a high-pitched tone. Your stomach tightens and you feel the familiar feeling grow in your stomach. “Fuck, Josh. I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it, mama. All over my leg like a good girl. Make a mess.” he encourages, moving to the peak of your other breast. “Bet you did this all the time. Fucking yourself with your fingers, imagining it was my cock.”

“I did, I did.” you say as your eyes fill with stars. You shake at the feeling of your release. 

“Fuck. That’s so hot.” he breaths into your chest. “You’re a blessing.”

Pulling yourself off of him, you grab his face and pull him in. Your teeth knock together as you run your hand across his raging erection. He groans at the contact and fucks up into your hand. 

“Suck my cock. I know you want to.”

You do. So, you pull away from his mouth and work at his buttons. His cock springs free as you pull both layers off his body. It rests on his stomach, glistening precum decorating the tip. You drool at his size, the length and thickness. Without another word, you dip your face between his legs and take him into your mouth. He shakes beneath you, giving you a sense of power you enjoy.

“Holy fuck. Just like that. Wrap your pretty lips around it.”

His hands find your hair and he forms a makeshift ponytail with his hands. Using this as a handle, he pushes your head up and down. You bob on him, hot tears streaming down your face. You take him as best as you can, gagging on him as your tongue messes with whatever area of skin it can find. He sounds so pretty above you, his breath hitches and sweet profanities being whispered to you. In one swift motion, he pulls you off of him and wipes your lip with the pad of his thumb. 

“You take me so well, better than any other girl I’ve had. But I want to cum later, mk?” You nod. “I want you to ride my face.”

“Wha-”

“Please. I’ve waited for this too. I have dreams of you and I wake up so fucking hard, baby.”

His confession has you placing both knees on the side of his head.

“Tell me if I’m crushing you, okay?” you say seriously.

“Fuck that. Ride my face, hard.”

He hooks his arms around your thighs and pulls you onto his face. His tongue runs between your folds and circles your bundle of nerves strategically. He sucks on your clit pulling it between his lips and letting it go again. You grind into him, your hand smearing on the window like the Titanic. You’re a huge mess above him, crying his name and cursing. He groans into your core, the vibrations unleashing a whole new kind of moan from your lips. You pull yourself off him slightly and when you look down, you see two giant brown eyes staring back into you.

“You look so pretty between my legs.” you breathe.

His eyes stay burning into your soul as he slides a finger into your heat, his tongue flicking once over your sensitive bead. You cry out once. Then again when he slides a second finger into you. As if he's an expert, he finds your G-spot immediately. His fingers pump in and out of you at the same rhythm as his tongue. Rockstars are the fucking best.

Completely lost in the feeling, you grind into his face, your hands tugging in his perfect curls. You ride his face, chasing your own high. “Josh. I’m gonna cu-” The words barely leave your mouth. You scream and thrash above him, his arms keeping you glued to his face as he continues to lap mercilessly at your throbbing clit. The adrenaline and heat floods your bloodstream, making you extremely dizzy. If he wasn’t holding you into him, you probably would have fallen over.

After a few seconds, you detach yourself from your brother’s best friend’s face. It’s soaked with your cum and arousal, but his smile lets you know there’s no other way he’d have it. Crawling off of him, you straddle his cock. It’s pulsing between your legs. Having enough, Josh flips you onto your back. He leans over you wearing a shit-eating smirk proudly.

“Ready, baby?” he asks as he lines himself up. “Gonna fuck this tight little pussy and you’re gonna take it like a good girl.” 

He pushes into you, not all the way, but enough. You cry at the feeling of being stretched, your hands clawing at his back. You both moan as he rocks his hips into you again. You’re dripping all over him, making a mess in his back seats.

“God, look at you. It’s barely in and you’re fucking withering.”

“Give it to me,” you beg. “Treat me like the slut I am.”

He pulls back before thrusting completely to the hilt. Your back arches, a cry leaving your mouth. It fucking hurts, but it feels like heaven.

“You feel like velvet.” his hips snap again. “Such a pretty, perfect pussy.”

Josh tucks his head into your neck, kissing and sucking across your collarbone. You wrap your legs around his waist, trying to keep him deep inside you. He snaps in and out of you at an insane pace. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, your mouth hanging open. 

“So big,” you whisper. “Filling me up.”

With every deep thrust, you’re overcome with ecstasy. He twitches inside of you, causing you to squeeze around him. He cries in your ear, his lips tugging at the skin. His rough hand dances between your bodies, settling on your sweet spot. The pad of his thumb circles aggressively across your bundle of nerves. Your whole body is aching and arched at his touch.

“Do it, mama. Cum for daddy. Cum all over his cock, Y/N. Give it to me.”

Your body tightens as you cry his name like a story. Your nails dig and scratch at his back, surely to leave a thousand tiny cuts. As you pulse around him, he rolls you both over so you’re on top. You sink into his skin, the feeling of his cock still hard inside of you making you tired. As it twitches, you shoot up, you eyes wide open.

“You didn’t cum-” you hiss.

“Shh baby. Ride me?” He kisses your forehead. 

The idea makes you smirk. You never did much with your first, or second. They weren’t into anything besides missionary and you giving them head. Josh wanted it. All of it. 

You line him up and sink onto him as he throws his head back. With hands gripping either side of your waist, he pulls you down into him so you’ve taken every inch. His mouth hangs open as he watches you slide up and down slowly on his length, taking him as best as you can.

“I’ve never done this.” you admit in a sloppy tone.

“Like any of this?” Josh pauses and stares at you.

“I’ve had sex, Josh. Just not positions. Can you tell me how you like it?” You ask.

“Fuck. We don’t have to-”

“No. I want to. So bad. Just talk me through it.”

Josh, with both of his hands on your hips, guides you. You get the memo and roll your hips against him. “Yes, just like that. Ride it.” His words make you pick up your pace. As you figure things out, you add a few tricks to it. He’s whimpering below you, cursing your name as you fuck him just how he likes it. His hand harshly smacks the fat of your ass cheek and you cry his name. He twitches inside of you, letting you know he’s close. With one rough thrust, you collapse onto his chest. Your hands tangle in his curls, your rhythm matching his thrusts. “Your tits are so hot. Could watch you like this forever.”

He plants a sloppy kiss on your lips, the sound of wet skin filling the car. You feel yourself close again, noticing how your own body reacts. You squeeze around his length.

“Gonna cum again?” he teases. You mumble under your breath. Your hair is glued to your red, fucked out face as you take every inch. Josh wraps his arm around your waist to keep you from moving and his other hand connects with your clit. You’re done for. “Yes! Fuck yes!” he cheers as another mind blowing orgasm rips through your body.

You tremble above him and buck against him as you come down from your high. Your foreheads connect and stick together from the sweat. He leans up and kisses you softly, tucking hair behind your ears and wiping a few stray tears from your eyes. His cheeks are flushed and you cup them with your hands, admiring his state. 

Once again, he flips you onto your back, his cock leaving you. You squeak in slight disappointment. “I can’t cum again, Josh.” You admit, eyes still closed. 

“Wanna stop?” he asks sweetly, cupping your face.

“No.” you say honestly. 

He flips you on your stomach in one solid, swift motion. “Good. I’m not finished with you. Stick your ass up, sweet girl.” He smacks it as you lift it off the wet seats.

You watch him from over your shoulder, his fingers toying with your entrance. He looks so pretty in the light you just want to fuck his face again. He fists his cock, stroking it while staring at your leaking pussy. He curses under his breath and circles your hole, oblivious that you’re watching. When he sees, he circles the head of himself over your sensitive clit. You shudder as he sinks himself back into you, this new angle unlocking a new level of pleasure. 

He doesn’t move which makes you grow impatient. “Josh.” you cry, elongating the ‘o’ in his name. You push yourself against him, searching for movement.

“Awe. Pretty girl is so hungry for me even though she’s already came twice.” he mocks. “Show me how bad you want it and fuck yourself on it.”

With another crack at your ass, you bounce onto him, your boobs brushing against the seats below you. The friction makes you bite your lip. Eventually, Josh can’t handle it and he meets your bounce with a thrust of his own. You wither from under him, sweet noises dancing around you. He’s pounding into you at a vicious rate. Not a single thought circles in your head at the moment. 

“Who’s pussy is this?” He growls loudly. 

“Yours.” you whisper.

“Louder.”

“Yours! It’s yours.” you give in pathetically.

“Yeah it is. I’m fucking it like it’s mine because it is mine. Got it?” 

“Mhm.” you cry, feeling his thrusts become sloppier by the second.

“Sorry, what?” he smacks your cheek and pulls you up so your back is pressed against his chest.

“My pussy’s yours, daddy!” you shake. 

One hand wraps around your neck as the other cups your aching heat. He splits his fingers, feeling his cock pound into you. You tremble against him, your breathing quickening. “Josh, wait. I can’t. I can’t cum again, it hurts!” 

“Poor little baby,” he bites your shoulder and squeezes your neck tighter. “Wants to play the game until she loses, huh? Not here, mama. Take it.”

His words have you bucking against him, using your own hand to circle your clit. He smacks it away and replaces it with his own. You both let out unearthly sounds as you approach your climax. With one final thrust, he spills into you which sends you over the edge yourself. You scream as your lips connect, his cock still spasming inside you. You fall flat on your chest and Josh pancakes you to the seat, his cock still buried inside of your walls.

“That’s my good girl.” he kisses your hair. Pleasure still floods through you, your brain barely processing a word he said. With hands planted on either side of you, he pushes himself off your body and pulls himself out. You feel the strands of cum fall from him and onto your thighs. “Jeeeez.” he says.

You flip onto your back, your chest still heaving. Josh is between your legs on his knees, throwing his shirt over his head before placing another kiss on your cheek.

“Does daddy just fuck you so good you can’t even get dressed?” he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The aggressive act is gone and replaced with the loving Josh you’ve grown up with.

“So good.” you smile, pulling him in for another kiss.

He falls onto you, his curls brushing across your face. Using your tits as pillows, he lays comfortably. “You’re amazing, do you know that?”

You sigh and giggle. “You’ve already fucked me Josh, no need to be a suck up.”

He lifts off of you again. “I’m not sucking up. You’re perfect, and I want this.”

“What?” the words tumble out of your mouth. “What about tour and the girls-”

“It’s you, Y/N. It’s always gonna be you. They mean nothing to me. They never have and never will. With you it’s real, and I want it.”

“But, Henry.”

“Fuck Henry. I was done with him the second he called you a slut. Only I get to call you that.” he jokes, kissing your nose.

“Are you sure?” you ask.

“Are you?” He raises an eyebrow. “You don’t seem too sure.”

“Josh I’ve been in love with you my whole life. You just fucked me so hard I won’t be able to walk for a few days and now you want me to be your girlfriend. I’m sorry if it’s going to take me more than a few seconds to wrap my head around it.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” he apologizes and lays back on your chest. “We have all the time in the world, darling.”

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[diaryofaprettyprincess]

Yandere!Eddie gets jealous and angry because Steve starts to baby bimbo!reader like he does. He can tell he likes her too. (:

please he'd get so mad!!!

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CW: possessive!eddie munson, yandere!eddie munson, bimbo!reader, power dynamic, jealousy, jealous!eddie, eddie and reader aren't dating yet, flirty!steve harrington, babying, mentions of stalker!eddie, crying (from reader), cursing (from reader), manipulation, toxic!eddie, slightly toxic!steve, steve harrington hate (from eddie) dw steve is one of my fav characters i love him sm <333, crybaby!reader (hints of), mentions of hickeys, hickey-giving, kissing (reader thinks that the kisses she shares with eddie are platonic.. even if she is in love with him or whatever screwed up version of love they have lol. eddie just takes adavantage of her..dumbness (lol sorry))

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basically all of hellfire club along with steve are at eddie's trailer celebrating their campaign being over. steve's only there because 1) he knew you would be wherever eddie was (and vice versa) and 2) he was dustin's ride home. so, he decided to stay.

everyone's just drinking either juice or alcohol and listening to some of eddie's metal music on his boombox, talking about the campaign, school, girls, eddie's band, or whatever. everyone's just relaxing.. well, mostly everyone.

eddie sees you sitting on steve 'the hair' harrington's lap.

steve's lap.

you're giggling and blushing at whatever the fuck he's saying and it's needless to say eddie is fuming.

you're his, for crying out loud!

sure, you two weren't official, and maybe you didn't quite know it....yet, but there were lots of things you didn't know. like basic things and the fact that eddie would watch you sleep and take pictures of you showering or.. pleasing yourself and then he would jack off to it later on in his bed, moaning your name while he holds a pair of your panties he stole from your laundry basket a long time ago up to his nose to finish himself off.

how he had a secret compartment in his closet filled with your things.. but it was only because he loved you! only because he knew what was best for you! and he knew that steve fucking harrington was not the one for you. eddie was.

he protected you and cherished you and loved you relentlessly. he bought you gifts because he liked seeing your face light up. he bought you things with all of the money he earned from selling weed instead of the things that he really needed. like food, for example. he would starve himself till the day he died if it meant seeing you happy.

happy because of him.

so when he saw steve harrington, hawkins' 'golden boy', spoon-feeding you ice cream from a plastic bowl and kissing your cheek and neck every fucking second (just like how eddie would feed you lunch everyday!), he was sure that he was going to fucking kill him.

but, he knew that if he did that he would be seperated from you, his one true love, and he could not have that! so, putting out the cigarette he was smoking on the coffee table's ashtray and getting up from his chair, he made his way over to you and steve.

he could hear steve mutter a soft, "good girl," and "you're such a pretty baby," everytime you swallowed the strawberry icecream.

that should be him.

it usually was.

how could you betray him like this?

you looked up from your spot on steve's lap, eyes wide and glimmering softly.

eddie's heart practically melted.

steve looked up, however his reaction was more so filled with distaste.

"eddie!" you squealed, reaching your hands up and making grabby hands to let eddie know you wanted to be picked up. usually, that made his heart swell, but instead he just held onto your hands with his own; his large hand engulfing yours. you pouted softly, slightly confused.

steve rolled his eyes, annoyed that eddie ruined his fun.

"what do you want, man?" steve asked, his hands still resting on your hips, drawing lazy circles with his thumbs.

eddie felt his body heat up with anger.

the fuck do you think, Hairball?

eddie smiled, cheshire cat-like. "oh, i just need to talk to y/n.."

"mm, sure you do," steve rolled his eyes, "but we're busy right now..isn't that right, baby?" he looked at you so sweetly it made your heart swell.

"y-yeah," you giggled.

eddie's smile dropped, his hands squeezing so tight with anger it began to crush yours. you yelped, pulling your hands away from his.

why are you doing this to him?

"owie! eddie that hurt!" you whined, and steve just pouted, cooing and kissing your knuckles softly. you blushed.

eddie felt like he was going to be sick.

"y/n." eddie said sternly, causing you to whip your head around and look at him, your bottom lip jutted out, tears forming in your eyes.

normally, eddie would feel bad for making you upset...but the anger took over.

"I need to talk to you...alone. in private."

you nodded, getting off of steve's lap as if you followed eddie around like a lapdog. which to be fair, you always did.

steve just scoffed, not at you, but at eddie's rudeness. he knew eddie was obsessed with you. when would you stop complying with whatever that metal-head wanted?

when would that.. freak get over you?

the answer: never.

you followed eddie to his room, sniffling softly.

was he mad at you?

once you make it to his room he slams the door, cornering you against his wall.

"what the fuck was that, y/n?" he spat, and you gazed up at him, confused.

"w-what was what, eds?" you asked softly, trembling at the fact that he was using your real name and not a cute little nickname like "princess", "sweetheart", "baby", or "bunny".

"God, do you have to be so fucking dense all the time?!" he lashed out, and that's when you started to cry.

"E-Eddie, i don' like it when you yell.."

Eddie just rolled his eyes, annoyed.

Again, if he had you crying (negatively) in any other situation he would be on his knees kissing your feet and begging for your forgiveness (which he has done before). But in this situation, he was more mad at steve than you and he unfortunately took most of his anger out on you.

"i wouldn't 've had to yell if you weren't out there all over steve fucking harrington! I mean.. what the fuck was that?"

he rubbed his eyes with his fingers, the silver of his rings glittering in the yellow lamp-light in his room, the pretty sparkly- look almost distracting you.

Almost.

"H-he was jus' feedin' me some ice cream!" you reason, fiddling with the bottom hem of your skirt.

"No, he was all over you! H-he was kissing you, and--and babying you!" he got up closer to you. "I'm the only one that can do that, baby, you know that.." You nodded softly, sniffling again.

He held your chin with this thumb, making sure you looked at him.

"I-I didn't wanna make you cry, but... baby, you drive me fucking insane! I mean--the things we do, y/n, they are things that only you and I can do... do you understand, baby? Hm?" he used his thumb then back of his hand to wipe off your fallen salty tears from your face.

"I-I understand, eddie.. didn' know! 'm sorry," you whimpered, and eddie smiled softly again, pulling you into a tight hug.

"It's okay, baby.. just- whenever you wanna be held or fed or whatever, come to me, sweetheart. okay?"

you nodded against his chest, and he kissed the top of your head.

pulling you away from his chest you mewled a soft, "kissie?" with your lips pouted. his heart skipped a beat, and he swore to God that he might die. And if he did die, he would go happy.

"'f course, baby," he sealed his lips over yours, kissing you for a moment or two and then passionately kissing you before pulling away. "you're my good girl, I love you so much." he admitted, and you giggled.

"I love you more, eds."

"impossible." he whispered, wiggling his fingers around on your waist to get you to laugh again.

However, what he said was true. It was impossible for you to love him more than he loved you.

"Now, I do believe we are expected to go back to the party at some point..Shall we?" he held his hand out and you took it, giggling more than ever.

For the rest of the night you sat on eddie's lap, snuggling into his neck and exchanging kisses with him.

He spoon fed you ice cream, and held the water bottle for you to help you drink.

He whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

He sucked on your neck and left hickey's on the supple skin.

Steve left early.

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btw i didnt re-read it for any mistakes so ignore if there are any! thank you anon! <33

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[yuri-is-online]

Jade would be VERY pleased about finally having another club member. I would be happy to listen to him info dump while we look at mushrooms and neat nature stuff.

I let this sit in my ask box for too long but I've had this idea kicking around in my head for a while and then harveston had to go and drop that one line validating my delusions and you've given me an excuse to post it ha

notes: they/them used for Yuu, violence against animals (a bear), swearing at animals (the same bear), Yuu is unnaturally strong (enough to fight a bear), Yuu is implied to have grown up in a forest/woodsy environment, Jade typical blackmail. Other more serious fic can be found on my masterlist here.

Once upon a time, back when you first arrived in this world, you had been unsure how to feel about NRC. Castles existed back home, sure, but ones like this belonged firmly in illustrations or video games; it felt a but nauseating to walk through your wildest dreams brought to life, even if it was exciting sometimes. It was little wonder to you then that the idea of a Mountain Lover's Club was so appealing.

"Did you hike a lot back home?" Trey has that strange smile on his face that suggests you have made him tense somehow.

"Yes. I practically grew up in the woods." The flow of wind through the branches, the smell of fresh rain on the decomposing earth below, all of it wrapped you in a familiar sense of serenity even if the tree line was completely foreign to you. What are men to rocks and mountains after all? You could make yourself right at home here-

"I still don't think you should join." Trey says with all the air of a man who is certainly not telling you something, but the surprising harsh nod of agreement Riddle gives before injecting himself into the conversation convinces you more than whatever Trey had in mind likely could.

"I'm not entirely certain what they do," Riddle has never forbid you from participating in things since you and his dorm-mates brought him back to his senses," but if you want to hike it might be safer if you did it by yourself, assuming you let one of us know when you are going and when you expect to be back. It wouldn't do to have something that brings you so much joy used against you prefect, none of us want that." But he has always expressed concern when he thinks things to be unsafe, and in this case his argument was something you found yourself agreeing with. Hiking is best done at your own pace anyway, why get a club full of self-centered assholes involved in your me time? Though you did wish now they had been a bit more... specific with their concerns. Maybe outlined some of the club's scheduling, but then they would have needed to ask him and in so doing betrayed your interest.

Which would have been much less embarrassing than how Jade actually found out. Because of course he did, was there ever any doubt he would? ~~~~ There is a creek not far up the mountain path behind your dorm you like to rest at when coming back from your adventures. It's a good place to check over the photos on your camera and enjoy the last few rays of sunlight before returning to whatever mess Grim had made in Ramshackle searching for where you had moved all the tuna cans. Sometimes he joined you, and the two of you would have a little picnic up the path a bit further, but that day had not been one of those days. Nor had the day you met this particular nemesis who is staring you down from just across the creek with such a judgmental glance you would think this was a Sunday brunch and not an afternoon meander through the forest.

"The fuck do you want bitch?" You snarl and the bear indignantly sniffs as if to imply she's better than you. "Oh I'm sorry I didn't realize it was my fault your face is so fucking crooked, thought you were just born that way." She huffs again, making a big show of turning her back on you as you rush to get your equipment off and tucked safely out of reach before the skankiest grizzly you've ever met whips around and charges you shrieking something about "how dare you steal her man!!!!" and blah blah blah "I'll show you, you good for nothing hussy!!!!" as if you could actually understand her and this wasn't a three act play you insisted on writing yourself. You weren't even sure this bear was a girl if you stopped to think about it in between punches, not that you really cared. She huffs and makes a valiant attempt to pin you as you snarl and flash your teeth and beat her right back into the creek laughing at what sounds like pathetic winging about "kids these days!!!" and how rude you are for-

A startled noise pauses your match, as you both turn, harsh glares towards a break in the thicket where a very out of place, very surprised looking man stands, hand infuriatingly poised casually at his chin. His infuriating smirk doesn't unfurl until you growl, deep and low reverberating through your opponent just enough that she decides to leave for the day while you are preoccupied.

"Oya, this is a surprise." Jade doesn't move and you stay firm in the creek, body shaking with unspent adrenaline as he decides to move just a bit closer. "If you were that desperate for a sparring partner, I'm sure Floyd would have obliged, animal abuse is not exactly legal you know?"

"What the fuck are you doing here." You spit before you exit the creek, a flash of something darting through Jade's eyes as his gaze darts between you and your pack on the ground.

"Me? I should be asking that of you. The Mountain Lover's Club had to go through quite an ordeal to get permission to leave the school grounds unsupervised..." His teeth begin to show as you crash down from your high, you hadn't actually thought of whether or not you would need to talk to someone other than a friend about where you were going... surely Riddle would have mentioned something if you did? Or did he not think to ask since he wasn't the adventurous sort? "I can't imagine how the Headmage would react to know his ward had been sneaking out to terrorize the local wildlife."

"Hey Brenda started it!" You snap and Jade looks briefly towards the treeline where a very indignant bear is pursing her lips and inspecting her claws, the very picture of innocence if he does say so himself. "She stole my sandwich while I was taking pictures of the sunset!"

"Maybe you should have had someone there to hold it for you." He laughs, finally moving from his spot towards you and your pack, eyes gleaming with familiarity as he looks over your things. "Perhaps, someone who would be willing to... forget about what he just saw if they accompanied him next time?" It's a threat using what gives you joy against you certainly, and you huff indignantly at it but don't deny his request. Jade is an eel of his word, and his joy at doubling the Mountain Lover's Club membership cannot be contained as he ushers you the rest of the way down the mountain, eager to plan your first expedition together.

Not that he intends to ever delete the pictures he took. Your angry face is just too cute.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #<3 asks #jade leech x yuu #jade: why yes my lockscreen is my partner fighting a bear #what do you mean yours can't do that? skill issue :/ #idk this sucks just take it i needed to warm up before working on my longer stuff

[peakyswritings]

Heart, Body and Soul || Tommy Shelby x OC

PART VII

Summary: after failing to propose to Agnese, Tommy is given an ultimatum. But the events of the previous night only complicate things further, and Tommy and Nina are forced to have a conversation they can’t escape. Meanwhile, Pietro has something to ask his sister.

Warnings: mentions of arranged marriage, slow-burn, small age-gap (Tommy’s 30, Nina is in her early 20s), time-typical misogyny, references to past attempted assault, no proofreading, English is not my first language. This is set between season 1 and 2.

A/N: the wait has been awfully long, and I’m sorry for that! I’m trying to find the way to be more constant with my updates🤍

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One week.

They had given him one more week of time to propose to Agnese, or else the deal would be off.

He would be lying if he said that he didn’t expect it, though. He was playing with fire, and he knew it. When he had decided to go for lunch at Agnese’s house the previous day, he had indirectly made it clear that he’d finally propose. And that was the intention, at first. But he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Under the expectant eyes of Agnese’s family, Tommy couldn’t find it in himself to pull the ring out of his pocket and ask that fateful question. Why was it so damn difficult?

That wasn’t how things were meant to go. He was supposed to go to Italy, court whatever woman they preferred, and get on with it. He’d stop the war, he’d help the Ferrantes in their own war with Sabini, and everyone would be happy. He would keep his head, and the Ferrantes would keep their place on top of the racing business - alongside with him. He thought he had considered all the obstacles that could possibly get in his way, and yet there was one he would’ve never taken into account. That obstacle had a name and a face. A quite pretty face, too.

He was fucked. He was utterly, inexorably fucked. After last night, he was sure of that. The worst thing was - he had been truthful when he had said that he didn’t regret it. Because he didn’t, not even a bit. It felt like all the choices he had ever made had brought him to that moment, to that kiss, to having her in his arms, to be enveloped by her warmth. And God, did he feel cold when she walked away.

He just wished Polly were there. She would know what to do. She’d yell at him, probably, maybe even slap him. But she’d help him. She was half of him, and understood him so much more than he understood himself. He hadn’t imagined it would be so hard to even function without her being by his side. However, he knew better than to write to her, because he was well aware that the letter would pass through other hands first. Those people trusted him no more than he trusted them.

After lunch, Tommy took advantage of the fact that Nina was washing the dishes on her own to approach her. He had the impression she had been actively ignoring him, averting his gaze and leaving every time he tried to get close to her, avoiding the conversation they couldn’t really escape. Leaning against the counter, he allowed himself a moment to look at her. Her eyebrows were furrowed in that frown that had now become so familiar to him, and that he had grown to find rather cute. A rebellious lock had escaped her braid, falling in front of her face, and he had to restrain himself from giving in to the temptation to reach his hand out and fix it.

“We should talk about what happened,” he eventually murmured, making sure to keep his voice low.

Nina’s posture stiffened, but her face didn’t betray any sort of emotion. “What are you talking about?” She asked, keeping on scrubbing a plate without sparing him a single glance.

He blinked, opening his mouth to say something, but words failed him at her question. Out of all the things she could’ve said, that one he didn’t expect. Collecting himself, he spoke again. “Yesterday night.”

“I don’t recall anything happening yesterday night.”

Her words caused his eyebrows to shot up, and he couldn’t hold back a scoff. “Are you serious?”

“I’m always serious.”

“Nina, we need to discuss-”

“You want me to discuss something I don’t recall?” She quickly interrupted him, not even giving him the chance to finish his sentence.

The muscles in his jaw clenched, and it took him more than a moment to shake off the annoyance. He couldn’t believe she was seriously doing that. It wasn’t just her words that managed to get under Tommy’s skin, but her completely indifferent attitude, and the way she was treating him as if she was doing him a favour just by giving him her attention. They had gotten so close he had forgotten how aggravating she could be. “You can pretend all you want, sweetheart. It won’t make what happened any less real.”

“Sweetheart.”

“But if that’s what you wanna do, then fine,” he continued, his tone switching to the one he reserved for business. Apparently, that was the game she wanted to play. But he was a good player, too, and he wouldn’t let her see how much her indifference stung. With a swift motion, he took ahold of his pocket watch, clearing his throat. “It’s late,” he changed the subject, with the air of a man whose time had been wasted long enough. “I have a meeting with your father.”

“Then go.”

Finally, Nina looked at him, eyes glaring with a silent threat to leave her alone. There was something else in her gaze, though, something he couldn’t quite read. It was frustrating, not being able to read her. He could usually tell about people, yet she stayed a mystery. It didn’t matter how much time they spent together, there was always something that eluded him, a missing piece that prevented him from getting the whole picture. For a short while, they just stared at each other in silence, and Tommy was hit by the foolish need to feel her close again. It was as if the more Nina pushed him away, the more he felt himself drawn to her. It was overwhelming. So overwhelming that he had to immediately leave the room before he did something that would put the both of them in an awful position. He hated the way Nina’s mere presence was enough to make him lose any sort of power he had over his emotions, melting into dust the control he had worked to hard to achieve. He couldn’t afford to lose that control, not when there was so much at stake.

Fucking hell.

As soon as Tommy left the room, Nina exhaled, letting out the breath she had been holding under his stare. Why was it so hard for her to keep him at a distance? Why did it pain her to treat him as if she didn’t care about him in the slightest? Why did she care about him?

It was messed up. Absurd. She couldn’t get the events of the previous night out of her head. The scent of his aftershave, the taste of whiskey and cigarettes on his tongue, the tender firmness of his rough hands. Just thinking about it made her knees go weak again. No one had ever kissed her like he did, looked at her like he did, made her feel the things he had made her feel. She had never even thought it possible, and now there she was, replaying it in her mind again and again, craving way more than the mere memory.

It had been a mistake, a terrible mistake.

“Nina, can you come here for a second?” Pietro’s voice resounded in the kitchen, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Her cheeks heated as she felt as if she had been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to do. She hid it by staying with her back on him, under the impression that her betrayal was written on her face, and that just by looking at her he’d be able to tell what she had done. She put the last plate in the cabinet before drying her hands with a rug. “What?”

“Sit.”

When she turned around, her brother was sitting at the table, waiting for her to join him. Although he had spoken in his usual authoritative tone, there was something strange in his demeanour, a hint of uneasiness that breached through his facade of unwavering composure. Furrowing her brows, Nina took a seat in front of him, waiting for him to speak. The silence seemed to stretch into an eternity as Pietro clasped his hands on the table, visibly pondering his next words.

“I know about Stefano.”

The blood froze in her veins as her brother uttered those words, her heart thumping in her chest at implication that he might know what Stefano had attempted. She gulped, her throat feeling suddenly dry. “What?”

“Dad told me he wants to marry you.”

Nina had to hold back a sigh of relief at his statement. She had no idea how he would react, if he’d keep her secret or tell their father about it, if he’d help her or blame her. Because even though in her heart she knew she hadn’t done anything wrong, she didn’t have the certainty that her family would think the same. Then his words sunk in, and it didn’t take long for her worry to turn into disturbance, her blood boiling at the sensation of having her strings being pulled, again.

“You want to convince me?” She asked with an undertone of accusation in her voice.

“I want to know what you want,” he said carefully, testing the waters. After a brief pause, which served to ascertain that his sister would listen to him and not verbally attack him before he could say another word, he started again, this time more firmly. “Nina, the balance between our families might shift at any given moment. A marriage between the two of you would avert any prospect of war,” he pragmatically explained, causing Nina’s expression to harden. But it didn’t take long for his mask to slip, and his features softened with understanding. “But that means nothing if you don’t want to marry him.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Then you won’t have to,” he leaned forward, and Nina could read the glimpse of a promise shining in his gaze. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Her brother’s calmness, along with the assurance in his voice, managed to partially quieten the storm going on in her mind. But it still wasn’t enough to make her feel safe. She shook her head, leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed. He couldn’t really make that promise, after all. And as much as she deluded herself to have a say in what would happen in her future, Nina knew that if things went down she wouldn’t really have a choice. “It’s decided, in dad’s head. He said the choice’s up to me, but we both know that it’s not.”

She despised the undertone of resignation in her voice. She had never voiced that thought, she had never even allowed herself to indulge in it up until that point, but she knew that was just another addition to the pile of problems she’d have to face, sooner of later.

Pietro didn’t seem to intend to let the matter go. He leaned with his arms on the table, his dark eyes stubbornly looking for Nina’s gaze. “Do you trust me?”

That question was enough to make Nina falter. Did she trust him?

She used to, up until before the war. Blindly. They were so close she would’ve trusted him with her life. He was the one who convinced her father to let her finish school, he was the one who took the blame - and the punishment - for her wrongdoings when they were children, he was the one she turned to when she had a problem. Then he left for war, and never came back. But his eyes were telling her that he would be by her side no matter what, that he would always have her back. And she wondered - what if she told him? What if she opened up and and shared with him the burden she had carried on her shoulders for too many years? Maybe he would protect her. Because fragments of the boy she grew up with were still scattered somewhere deep inside him, and that boy would do anything to keep her safe.

“Pietro, I…” she hesitated, shifting in her seat. “I need to tell you something.”

“What?” He frowned.

“I…”

He’ll blame you.

That thought poisoned Nina’s mind, stopping the words from coming out of her mouth. He wouldn’t protect her, he’d blame her. He’d tell their father, and he’d blame her too. Because if Stefano had gotten so obsessed with her, chances were she had done something to accommodate that kind of behaviour.

No one could protect her. No one would protect her. She only had herself.

“What, Nina?” Pietro’s impatient voice brought her back to her senses, and the weight of his stare was suddenly too much to bear. Gathering her emotions back under her control, she shook her head, brushing the matter off with the a gesture of her hand.

“Nevermind. It’s not important.”

Standing outside the door of Tommy’s bedroom, Nina nervously fidgeted with her fingers, debating whether to knock or chicken out and go back to her room. Or maybe she could wait for him in the kitchen. Maybe he’d join her, like every night.

No, he wouldn’t join her. Not after the way she had treated him. She had been childish, and insufferable. But truth was - she didn’t want to have that conversation, because talking about it meant admitting that something had, indeed, happened. That she had betrayed her cousin, her family. Herself. And she felt like a terrible person. However, Tommy was right. Pretending wouldn’t take back what was done, and her problems wouldn’t solve themselves. If she wanted to make things easier for herself, she should start somewhere. So in a fit of determination, she had left her bedroom and crossed the corridor, knowing that she needed to act before the urge to take back control of her life faded. It was safe to say she already regretted it, though. Finally, she mustered up the courage and delicately knocked on the door, her heart racing in her chest. There was some noise, then the door opened, and she was met with Tommy’s surprised expression.

“Can I come in?” She shyly asked, suddenly aware that showing up at his door in the middle of the night was probably a bit too bold, even for her. After recovering from his astonishment, Tommy moved to the side, allowing her to walk inside the room.

She hadn’t entered that room since before his arrival. It was somehow curious, to see how he had made himself at home. It was just like she expected it to be. Tidy, clean, and it smelled like his expensive cologne. For some reason, the belongings placed around it made him seem more human. The shoes paired on the floor next to the closet, the clothes for the next day neatly folded on a chair, the cigarette case placed on the bedside table, next to a flask. She would bet his gun was in the first drawer.

“How did the meeting with my father go?” She stalled, asking the first thing that came to her mind while she thought about how to start the actual conversation.

Tommy apparently wasn’t in the mood for small talk, though, because he completely ignored her question. Instead, his piercing gaze followed her as she took a few steps around the room, a mixture of bewilderment and annoyance on his face. It was clear to Nina that he was thoroughly fed up with her bullshit, and she couldn’t really blame him. As much as she hated to admit he was in the right, she was aware she was treading on thin ice. A heavy silence fell into the room, and Nina felt a faint sense of agitation starting to creep up on her. It wasn’t just the weight of Tommy’s glare on her that made her feel uncomfortable, but the feeling of general awkwardness that felt so unnatural between them now. Then a hint of doubt crossed his features, as if he had been suddenly struck by some realisation.

“Why are you here, Nina?” He squinted his eyes, taking a few steps in her direction. “Information? Is your family sending you?”

Nina felt like the rug had been pulled from under her feet. She opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out of it as she was too shocked to put a whole sentence together. “What?” She eventually said under her breath.

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” Tommy went on, walking until he stopped right in front of her. “And I’ve been wondering why your family hasn’t had my head yet for not proposing. Are you hiding something?”

“What would I be hiding?”

“You tell me. Why did you get near me, eh?”

“Fuck you,” she spat out. His accusation felt like a harsh slap to her face. How dared he say something like that after how close she had let him? After she had opened up to him about things she had never even admitted to herself? After she had let him see her?

Tommy regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth. The hint of hurt behind the anger on Nina’s face made his stomach clench, and he cursed himself for how cruel he had been. Whatever it was that they had built over the last month couldn’t be some kind of farce, a trap set to act behind his back. It was too real, too sincere. And Nina wasn’t Grace.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured after a moment of hesitation. “I didn’t mean it.”

“But you said it.”

Tommy looked away from her, as the pain in her eyes only added to the gnawing guilt eating at him. Guilt. It was something he hadn’t felt in a long while. He had become kind of numb to it, he often pushed it back without second thought, not allowing himself to dwell on things he could’ve done differently and things he shouldn’t have said. In his line work, guilt was a weakness, and a dangerous one. It had become way too easy to say, do and take whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it, no matter how many people got hurt in the process. Yet there it was, that strange, niggling feeling, stinging him like an annoying splinter.

Shaking off the mixture of anger and hurt, Nina took a few steps back, concluding that it was time to stop dancing around the subject. The sooner they had that conversation, the sooner things would go back to normal. Straightening her back, she took on a facade of fake confidence, hoping it wouldn’t crumble as soon as Tommy’s eyes would be on her again. “What happened…” she started, drawing his attention back on her. “Was a mistake. We’ve…” she paused, carefully choosing what to say next. “…acted impulsively. It was a moment of weakness, nothing more.”

Tommy fixed his gaze on the wall behind her, pondering her words. “Right,” he nodded, returning his eyes to her. “It didn’t mean anything,” he confirmed, but something in his expression was telling her that he was only saying that to see her reaction, silently daring her to agree with him and keep on denying the existence of what was right in front of them.

“So we’re clear.”

“We’re clear,” he repeated.

The silence of things left unsaid echoed in Tommy’s bedroom, but neither of them dared to break it, for they knew that once they took that step, there would be no going back. It had been just a kiss. They had cleared things out. Everything was normal again.

Nina took a look around the room, hoping that focusing on the small details would take her mind off that awful tension. It worked, to some extent, because her attention was soon grabbed by the only item that seemed to be out of place: the peaky cap lying on his bed. With slow, measured steps she made her way towards it, unable to hold back her interest.

“What I’ve said before,” Tommy’s deep voice resounded behind her. “I didn’t mean it. I know I said it, but I didn’t mean it. I need you to know.”

“It’s fine,” she said absentmindedly, observing how the razor blades sewn in it glistened in the dim light. “You know, they say it’s bad luck to put a hat on the bed,” she murmured.

“Do you believe it?” He asked with an undertone of skepticism in his voice, almost certain that Nina wasn’t the superstitious type.

“No,” she turned to face him with a half-grin, confirming his suspicions.

As if naturally drawn to the peculiarity of that choice of weapon, Nina looked back at the cap, but this time she couldn’t restrain herself from reaching her hand out to it. She wavered for a second, but then the curiosity took the best of her, and she grabbed it to take a better look at it. The crown of a King. She couldn’t help but wonder how many faces those razor blades had cut, how many eyes they had blinded, guided by the same hand that had handled her with such gentleness. She couldn’t picture Tommy losing his calm. He had a charm, a magnetism that clashed with his reputation, and he was so composed in the way he carried himself that it felt almost impossible to believe he was as ruthless as everyone said. And a shiver ran down her spine as she realised how little she actually knew him.

But it wasn’t fear. She hadn’t been scared of him the first time she had met him and she wasn’t scared now.

“Why do you keep them if you have guns?” She asked, handing it back to him. Although she didn’t believe that stuff, the thought of putting his hat on the bed didn’t sit well with her.

“We’re called the Peaky Blinders for a reason, sweetheart,” he explained, earning a glare from Nina as he brought back the pet name that had bothered her so much earlier that day. “And it’s a good backup if they take away your weapon.”

With a nod of her head, Nina quietly agreed with him. It did make sense. “I guess you can never be too safe.”

He uncovered the central blade, exposing it to the light. “My sister and my aunt always have one of these smuggled under the sole of their shoe.” Tommy paused for a few seconds, as if thinking about something, then he took ahold of the razor blade and ripped it off the cap. “Here,” he said, handing it to her. “Keep it.”

His unexpected gesture made Nina falter, but then she carefully grabbed the blade. The sensation of the cold metal between her fingers gave her an odd feeling of security, and she asked herself how something so small could cause so much damage. When she raised her gaze on Tommy, he was already looking at her, his blue irises deep with an emotion she couldn’t really define, but that disarmed her nonetheless. They were so close she could perceive the warmth radiating off his body, and she had no idea how that had happened. She could feel him, solid and secure, and the only thing she could think about was having his hands on her again, his arms enveloping her, his whole body pressed against hers.

Tommy wasn’t immune to that proximity either, and the urge of closing the distance between them was getting bigger and bigger. Her lips, her eyes, her scent, everything was calling him, and it took all the self-restraint he was capable of not to give in to the temptation. Why did she have to look at him like that?

Inhaling sharply, Nina took a step back, leaving a cold, painful emptiness in the spot she had previously filled. “It’s late,” she whispered, rubbing her arms in a soothing manner. “Goodnight.”

Without waiting for an answer, she turned around, starting to walk away. Driven by the unreasonable need to have her with him just for a little while more, Tommy moved to reach out to her, but his body froze in place as reason struck him like a blow. It was pointless. They were nothing, they would always be nothing.

So he let her leave.

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[fangsp1der-2099]

SANJI X FEM!READER PLS BESTIE I BEG U

basically with a reader that’s kinda like zoro, like really good with a sword and doesn’t show emotions that much pls🤓☝🏻

I LOVE THIS IDEA GIRL OML 😍

The Meaning of The Sea

Sanji x f!reader

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| Navigation| warnings: brief description of torture but it really is brief 😭.| a/n: honestly I love writing stuff like this like cold x flirty is such a good trope to me 😍. Hope you enjoy! 💞| tags 🏷️: @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

The sea had always been mysterious to you. It had a strange but alluring aura to it. You had always felt like you belonged to the sea. The salty breeze on your face and the gentle rocking of a ship on the waves had always comforted you.

However when you were recruited to Arlong’s crew, you didn’t feel that way. Was the sea punishing you? But what for? You didn’t know but whatever the reason you felt as if you didn’t deserve it.

Arlong was a dreadful example of a fish man. He treated you like a slave. He says you deserved it as you were human and humans were inferior to fish men. He would beat you until you bled and degrade you until you wailed for him to stop, but he never did. Because of this you became cold, you hated everyone around you, the only comfort you found was with Nami. She was another victim to Arlong’s empire however, even she got more freedom than you.

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One day Nami had came back from her mission to recover the Grand Line map to Arlong. She looked almost happy? But why? Did something happen to her during her mission? You decided not to question it. Arlong would beat you if he found out you talked about his plans without his consent.

Later in the day, you became uneasy, a sense of dread but also hope washed over you. Arlong also seemed on edge, you heard him growling and he looked agitated after Nami had left him with the map. You were sat with a few fish men as they gambled away all of their berry when suddenly a loud bang came from the front gates, revealing five figures which included Nami. Pirates? Nami is with another crew?! You mind raced. Had she really betrayed Arlong? Betrayed you?

You looked at the other figures, a boy with a scar on his cheek was to Nami’s left and two others were to her right. There was another, just behind her. His sea blue eyes quickly locked with yours. You felt angry. How dare he look at you like that!? He flashed a smile at you, a tongue piercing peeked through his teeth. It was attractive but that attractiveness angered you. So as the rest of the fish men started the attack on the intruding pirates, you grabbed your sword and you headed to attack the blue eyed stranger.

You ran towards him and unsheathed your sword, ready to attack but as you swung, the blade connected with his foot. “Come on sweetheart you don’t have to fight with me, let’s go get a drink, maybe I could cook you something.” He winked at you. Was he trying to flirt with you during a fight? And why was he wearing a suit? “What sort of pirate where’s a suit?” His kick pushed you back a little but you recover and head towards him again. “The hot type sugar. You know you remind me of my friend over there.” He nodded to the green haired man. As you looked over, you lost focus and he kicked you again, this time his foot connected with your jaw. “For a guy in a suit your form isn’t bad.” You wiped away any debris he left on your jaw.

The back and forth attacks continued for a few minutes. He also continued to flirt with you. “Fuck off, this is a fight not some place to pick up girls.” You say breathlessly, he had worn you out. “Come on sugar, don’t be like that. I can help you. I’m sure Luffy would let you join the crew.” He walked over to you and he put out his hand for you to take it. “Come on love what do you say?” You slapped his hand away. “Why would I want to work with you? You come here and destroy my home and expect me to join you?” You took out your sword again but tears clouded your vision. “Are you sure you can call this your home?” His voice changed from a flirty to a soft tone. “Because to me, this looks like a prison to you. Nami has told us about you and how Arlong treats you love.” He moved closer. “You know nothing!” Your voice cracked through your tears and you fell to your knees.

He kneeled down to your level and places a hand onto your chin. “Join us, join me.” His voice turned into a plead. “I can’t, I don’t want to.” You wiped your eyes and you pushed away his hand away from your chin. “Fine love but you did this to yourself.” He stood up and swore to himself before he kicked you one last time, your head connects with the concrete beneath you and you lose consciousness.

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You woke up, your head hurt, a lot. Looking around all you saw was rubble and none of Arlong’s men could be seen. “What?” You said to yourself. A hand landed on your shoulder and you jolted at the touch. “Hey it’s ok. You’re safe now.” You looked over to see the blue eyed, blonde haired pirate next to you. “What do you want from me?” Your brows furrowed. “I’ll never join you, Arlong needs me!” You growled in his face. “Well love he’s gone so I don’t think he does.” He clicked his tongue and crosses his arms. His tongue piercing was in view again. God it’s hot! But then you took in his words. “Gone! He left! Without me!?” You worried that he had left you behind. “No he’s gone. Dead, at least he should be dead.” He interrupts your thoughts. Your mind stopped working. Dead? Gone? Forever? Your eyes watered. Why were you crying over him? After hurting you so badly? Maybe it was because you were finally free? A small “thank you” erupted from you. “You’re welcome sweetheart glad you’re ok.” He leaned down to you again and pats your head.

You took a deep breath before you reached up to him and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “Wow!” He exclaimed as he straightened his tie. You saw a soft blush creep onto his cheeks. “So pirate, what’s your name?” You asked. He choked out “Sanji. What about you?” You told him your name and he put a finger to his lips. “Y/N?” Your names rolls of his tongue like a ships rolls along the sea. “Well Y/N, welcome to the Straw Hats.” He puts out his hand he lifted you up. You clumsily fell into him and he smirks at you. “No need to be hasty, we have all the time in the world.”

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The sea had always been mysterious to you. It had a strange but alluring aura to it. You had always felt like you belonged to the sea. The salty breeze on your face and the gentle rocking of a ship on the waves had always comforted you. And now you know why.

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a/n: I really enjoyed writing this. I might make a pt.2 and put in some cheeky smut 🤭. Hope you enjoyed! 💞

#sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #sanji x you #one piece live action #one piece #one piece x y/n

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Better This Way

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 13

You're both better off this way. At least, that's what you try to convince yourself of.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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As much as he stared at it that night, the ceiling of the barracks held no answers for Leon. No advice. Just roof paneling and shadows, the sort of bland nothingness that he could get lost in, that his mind would give shape and form. 

He didn’t even have to wait for dreams to relive this newest shame. Shame, confusion and all manner of other emotions that ran through him. There would be no quieting his mind. No escape from it. All he could do was try to make sense of it all. 

You’d kissed him. You had been the one to lean up, to initiate it. He was sure of that. He was sure that he’d kissed you back. 

He was also sure that you’d stilled against his lips just before he’d pulled away. 

What he had to take time to decipher was the look you’d given him when he pulled away. There had been no change - no sign that you were surprised by his actions. It hadn’t been anger or hurt. It hadn’t been anything at all. You were somewhere else - detached from yourself. The same way you would look when Leon asked a question you wouldn’t answer, he realized. Somewhere safe. 

You’d retreated just as he had. 

You just hadn’t flinched away from him. That was what really ate at him: the fact that you’d opened up to him in a way he’d wanted so desperately, and he’d gone and fucked it up. All for the memory of a woman who’d used him. Betrayed him. A woman he’d only known for a handful of hours.

A woman who, when the time came, still chose him over her mission. 

Sleep found him out of necessity, at some point in the night; the kind of sleep that felt like he blinked and then it was time to get up. Still, when he did push himself out of his bunk, dragging a hand across his face to ease the weariness from himself, Leon had come to a conclusion:

He shouldn’t have left it like that. 

He couldn’t leave it like that. 

And so, when breakfast came, he made his way to where you were sitting, even as each step made his insides jumble. There was tension between the two of you, big and real enough that Leon could feel it pushing and pulling at him, driving him away and urging him forward. 

“Can we talk?” Leon’s voice was low, so the rest of the mess hall couldn’t hear. 

Even so, you looked up at him like he’d just shouted the events of the previous night to the heavens, your eyes flitting around like you were checking that no one had heard him. Or maybe you just didn’t want to look him in the eye. After last night, he couldn’t blame you. It was hard enough for him to be standing there, but he needed to do this. He owed it to you as much as himself. 

He would extend the olive branch. It was up to you to take it, now. 

When you finally met his eyes and let the gaze linger, Leon wondered for a moment if you would just refuse him. You had a right to, he supposed. He would deal with the grief if that was the case. 

“About . . .” you didn’t speak it into reality. Didn’t need to. 

Leon just nodded in response. Felt his throat go a little dry. 

You looked at him then, and Leon wished he could say he knew what was happening in your mind. He wished he could find his own words more easily. He wished for so many things, and many of them began to crack and spider-web when your eyes hardened. “Don’t know what there is to talk about. I fucked up. Won’t happen again.” Your words snagged on something - anger, Leon supposed. It wasn’t directed at him. 

Whatever it was, the thread it pulled loose left Leon feeling like he was coming apart at the seams. He said your name, and the sound of it made your jaw clench. “You didn’t do anything wrong-”

“Yes, I did,” you countered, and Leon knew he wasn’t the only one unraveling. “Just . . . just give me time. Let me sort myself out. Then we’ll talk. Okay?” 

Your tone gave him pause, because you sounded so genuinely overwhelmed, even with how quiet you were making sure to be. You’d never pleaded with him for anything in all the time he’d known you, and seeing it now, Leon realized just how shaken you were. So, even if it wasn’t what he wanted, even if everything in him was demanding he set the record straight, Leon nodded. 

“Okay.” 

He knew what it was to need to be alone, after all. Even if you were the one who had broken him free of that need, he would respect it for you now. 

Still, that night when he found the training yard empty of you, something in his heart twinged. 

Major Krauser - or whoever was choosing the tracks back at the radio station that night - either had a cosmically, ironically bad sense of humor, or the universe really just wanted to kick Leon while he was down.  That was what he decided as he heard the Beatles playing from the bunkhouse radio. 

“There’s a shadow hanging over me-”

“Oh, yesterday came so suddenly-”

Of all the days the bastard decides to choose a new station . . . 

Leon listened to the song as he took up a knife and began running old drills, imagining an opponent in front of him. Imagining you. 

⧫⧫⧫

You hadn’t realized just how much you’d come to rely on Leon Kennedy in these last few weeks. That harsh reality came crashing down on you as you returned to your solitude. You’d come to enjoy his company, but that was obvious, wasn’t it? The problem was that you’d come to enjoy it too much. Enough to ignore sense and kiss him. 

Time would help. Time would be what you needed to get your emotions under control, so that the two of you could get back to preparing for what actually mattered. 

At least, that was the plan. 

So, you trained alone just as you used to - or asked your squad mates when it became necessary. “Not going to be with the pretty boy tonight?” Valeria asked when you approached her. 

Any response to those kinds of questions was brief, because you didn’t want to think about it anymore than you had to. “Not tonight.” 

You knew that you were leaving him out to dry - especially with assessments approaching. Maybe it would be good for him, you reasoned. Maybe it would force him to branch out - seek other help, if he needed it. You didn’t have all the answers, after all. You wouldn’t always be there to offer advice, and what were you all being trained for if not to be able to adapt on your own? Leon was skilled. More so than he gave himself credit for. He would be fine. Still, as the days went by and Krauser instructed your unit on what you would be doing, you found yourself wanting to reach out. To give him some hints about the storm that was coming. 

Cowardice stopped you. You wanted to give it another name, but you knew deep down what it really was. Cowardice and the memory of what it was to be made alone instead of choosing it. 

This was for the best. 

If you could forget your feelings, then you both would be safer for it. 

Easier said than done, you realized, as those days went by and, in those quiet moments, you would find yourself lingering on how Leon’s body had felt atop yours. Or how soft his lips had been. You longed for that feeling in the late hours, even as it gave your guilt more power over you. More than that, you longed for Leon’s smile. His laughs. His quick wit. His presence. 

Him.

And that was exactly why you felt you had to stay away. 

“You with us?” Krauser’s question one day made you realize you weren’t hiding your thoughts as well as you’d hoped. 

“Yes, sir,” you nodded, only then realizing that he was holding something out towards you. A dark shape with straps and two glass lenses. A gas mask, you realized. So similar to one you’d seen before. To one you saw almost every night. 

“It’s called ‘at attention’ for a reason.” Krauser was eying you like a puzzle to be solved. It set you straight quicker than anything else could. 

“Yes, sir.” 

Whatever he was searching for in you, he didn’t seem convinced that he’d found it. Still, he gestured towards the rest of your squad, all of them filing in through a metal door. Darkness waited on the other side. “Fall in.” 

At least it was an easy order to follow. 

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The bruises that painted Leon’s skin told the story of the following days - days spent pushing himself to his limits. You wanted time, and he would give it to you. After all you’d done for him, it was the least he could do. Even if every day that passed made him want to speak to you more - to clear the air. Even if your avoidance gave him some selfish anger. Training was the easiest thing to focus on, so he threw himself into it completely. 

He hadn’t fully realized just how proficient he’d become with a knife - when he was up against you every night, there was a constant reminder of how much further he had to go. Now that he was just fighting his own squad, each day was filled with more success than failure - more victories than defeats. Leon felt like he couldn’t even savor those victories. Not fully, because there was no one to share them with at the end of the day. No one pushed him to become even better. 

So, part of him was almost grateful when Alenko approached him. Another part of him wanted not to be bothered. The man was older than him, but not by much - square jaw, dark eyes and close cropped hair befitting a soldier. He sported his fair share of bruises, too, and Leon guessed that was why he ended up finding his way to Leon in the training yard on that second day of solitude. 

“Not working with the Sergeant?” Alenko asked, and Leon hoped the frown he made didn’t give away too much. 

“No, not lately.” 

Alenko didn’t seem to read much into the answer. “Well, if you’re looking for a sparring partner, I could step in.”

Leon paused, struck by how little he wanted to say yes. Still, he ended up nodding anyway. He needed practice against a real opponent. Even if, in the end, he wound up winning more often than not against the soldier. The last fight of the night ended with the soldier straining against the ground, and Leon holding his arm in a lock you’d used on him so many times in the past. “Hell of a showing, Kennedy,” Alenko complimented, taking the hand Leon offered when he let him up. “Guess all that work’s been paying off.” 

But it didn’t feel like it was. Not when the dreams went on, reminding him of all that he’d failed to protect, and all that stood to be lost. 

So, on that third day without more than a distant look from you, Leon went in search of someone who could teach him something new - who would know how to point out the flaws in his fighting and help him become better. 

Major Krauser, when asked to spar, grinned and Leon was reminded of that hard truth he’d learned so early in training. “Careful what you wish for, rookie.” 

Those bruises that Leon had already acquired were given like company all too quickly, and Leon found his eyes wide and his heart beating fast as the Major circled him. He’d fought Krauser before. Everyone in his squad had. That didn’t make this time any easier. There was never a chance in hell that he’d win, and he knew that going in. Still, he found himself getting angry with each defeat. His frustration had him baring his teeth, shoving himself off the ground and attacking again. 

Or maybe it was more than the frustration of losing over and over. After all, he’d long since grown used to that feeling. 

“Ah, you’re getting sloppy,” Krauser observed, when Leon swung a wide attack at him - one the Major easily dodged. Leon was punished for the reckless attack with a kick to the side, one that cracked hard against his lower ribs. “Thought you wanted to fight.” 

Leon answered with violence and was met with it in equal measure. 

And then he was grinding his teeth as a blunted knife was driven into his gut. 

“Focus!” Krauser hissed, pressing the knife into Leon’s stomach harder before backing away, punctuating his command with steel. 

The rough treatment made Leon’s anger flare, but he didn’t attack. He knew that Krauser was baiting him. Instead, he waited, watching as Krauser switched to a reverse grip. He loved that grip. It fit him, too. To Leon, it seemed more vicious - just the way Krauser liked to fight. 

He brought that knife down in an overhead stab, and Leon moved. Ducked when Krauser slashed at him.  

Leon brought his knife across for an attack at the Major’s side but knew mid-swing that it wasn’t going to hit. That he’d made a mistake. 

Krauser caught his forearm and Leon’s eyes widened as he saw the knife coming at his throat. His hand braced against the Major’s, stopping it. Leon’s eyes flit about, looking for where was open. Where next to attack. 

He wasn’t even really sure where he was going for, but whatever it was, Krauser stopped him with one hand on his wrist, the other moving like lightning to his neck. And over the glinting steel, Leon’s commanding officer looked disappointed. 

“You don’t get to choose to have a clear head in a fight. You either set your shit aside, or you die.” 

“I know.”

“Do you? ‘Cause you’re sure as shit not here.” 

Leon looked down, his brows lowering as Krauser stepped away. He was here, and that was the problem. He was here in a place he hadn’t chosen, training for a fight that had been forced on him and doing it all without the support of the one person who understood it all. So, yeah, he was pissed. He was pissed, but Krauser was right. He couldn’t let it become a hindrance to him. 

“Sorry, sir,” Leon breathed.

The Major just shook his head. “Don’t be sorry, just fix it.” He sighed, rolling his shoulders as he studied Leon. “You, your Sergeant . . . feel like a goddamn broken record.” 

That caught Leon’s attention, sure as a favorite song. “Sir?” 

Krauser, for the first time, seemed genuinely exasperated as he spoke. “Same thing I’ve been repeating since Finland. Thought I was finally getting through, but then lately it’s been more of the same.” 

It was a statement that had a thousand questions growing off of it. Even so, even with all of them, Leon knew with certainty which one he was going to ask first. “You were there? In Finland?” 

Krauser’s pale brow furrowed. “Thought you two traded horror stories?” 

Leon pursed his lips, more than a little troubled by the fact that Krauser knew. “I’ve . . . heard pieces of it. Did you see-” 

“What? Bioweapons?” Krauser seemed to read Leon’s mind. “No. Just the aftermath.” The older man seemed to make up his mind on something before he went on. “We lost contact with the base up there, so they sent us to investigate. All we found was fire, bodies that didn’t look like men and one survivor bleeding out in the snow outside.” 

The words set a chill in Leon’s blood. You’d never said outright that you were the only survivor of what happened. He could have put two and two together, he supposed - you hadn’t made a claim to know anyone else on base, and you hadn’t spoken of your past comrades. Still, hearing it outright . . . 

“I pulled ‘em out of there, gave my report, and then the government handled the rest. Anything else isn’t my business to tell.” 

Leon nodded. He wouldn’t want to learn all the finer details from anyone but you. 

“All this to say: both of you need to focus on the here and now. You especially, because I’m not going to give you any special treatment because of what you’ve been through, or because you showed up here a rookie cop without a day of training.” It wasn’t true, but Leon knew Krauser wasn’t talking to be correct. He was trying to make a point. And that point found its way home. 

“I can handle whatever you throw at me,” Leon resolved. He didn’t flinch when Krauser grinned. 

“That’s what every rookie says. We’ll see if it’s true.” 

Krauser could be as skeptical as he wanted. It wouldn’t change the fact that Leon had been through this much already. He’d survived what no one had any right to. He could pass whatever tests Krauser had planned. And he could give you time if you needed it. He could bear being alone for a while, and he would bear whatever you decided to make of what was between the two of you. So long as you could be there for each other in some way, that would be enough. Even if it was just offering advice on how best to survive in this terrible new world you were both living in. 

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Leon rose bright and early the next day with the rest of his squad to an announcement. Krauser greeted them all before breakfast began, his beret a bright red against the lights illuminating the dark.

“You’ve all made progress. Some more than others. Now, it’s time to see if you can put what you’ve learned to use.” Leon braced himself. His whole squad did. They all knew what was coming next. “Now, normally, you’d be tested to see if you’re ready to move up to the next stage of training. Firearms, weapons maintenance, the works. Pass or fail. But that’s Army. This is STRATCOM, and you’re all very special students, aren’t you?” His smile was as big a warning as they would ever get that what was to come would not be easy. “They want the best, and the best get more difficult tests. Those tests begin right now. Consider every second of the next forty-eight hours to be go-time. Everything you do will be measured and evaluated. If, at the end of it all, you’ve done well enough, then congratulations! You’ve gotten through a taste test of what’s coming your way. Are we clear?” 

“Sir, yes sir!” the unit responded. As if there was any other answer. 

“Good. Now, grab your gear. We’re going for a ruck.” 

And so the day began with a run and without any breakfast. It set tempers high, but everyone knew better than to let it get to them, now. This was a test, after all. One of resolve. Leon paced himself as best he could, glad of the cool morning air if nothing else. He used the opportunity to try and prepare for what might be next. 

“Fitness, marksmanship, combat. Everything he’s taught you so far . . . and maybe some things he hasn’t.” 

That was what you’d told him about the assessments. What you’d been preparing him for. He was grateful for those nights spent at the range, or in the training yard as the day went on. He found himself focusing solely on the task at hand as he disassembled a rifle and put it back together in record time or fired off a near-perfect round of shots into the targets down range. He was doing well. All of his squad was. They’d been run hard, but it was paying off, now. In those first few hours, things didn’t seem like they would be so bad. 

The thing that gave Leon pause was when he realized you weren’t at lunch. 

He’d made a habit of looking for you over the last few days, even if he was a little embarrassed to admit it. It had been mostly to see if you were ready to talk at last, and in those four days, you had remained seated with your squad, eating silently. Now, though, there was an empty spot where you usually were. 

And an empty table that your squad usually occupied. 

“Where is everyone?” Williams asked, picking up on the same thing that Leon had. 

“Maybe they’re running training off-base?” Alenko offered. 

“Or maybe something’s up,” Leon murmured, feeling suddenly on edge. 

He searched for you and your missing squad mates as afternoon drills went by - eyes scanning the base as his unit faced each other down in sparring matches. He almost lost one such match, he was so focused on where you might be. 

Then came the second run of the day, this one longer and under the hot midday sun. No one complained, they just ran through the exhaustion as they had been trained to, and Leon kept your words in mind. “Maybe some things he hasn’t.” He kept an eye trained on the tree line, looking out for movement. When there was none to be found and everyone made it back to base well enough, that feeling of anxiety didn’t leave. 

Especially not when he found that you and your squad weren’t at dinner, either. 

The day was wrapped up on the obstacle course, the time there taking up what would normally be time Leon spent training with you. By the time lights out came around, Leon and the rest of his fellows were well and truly drained. It was all shaky legs and hunched backs as everyone made their way back to the barracks, and even Leon who dreaded sleep felt it pulling him down into his bunk. With no other choice but to lie down, Leon let himself lie back against the uncomfortable blankets and pillow, his body relishing the moment of respite. 

His mind, though, was alight. 

Even as rest tried to take him, Leon fixated on Krauser’s warning. “Every second of the next forty-eight hours,” he’d said. He’d promised no moments of safety, and this was the one time of the day everyone was forced to have their guard down. 

So, he waited. He fought against the heaviness of his eyelids, trying to see if any shapes moved in the dark. 

Nothing. 

He cataloged the space in his mind. Six windows, two doors. Twelve beds, nine of which were occupied right now. He watched the doors as best he could. Kept an ear open for the steps of whoever was on fire watch at the moment - something Krauser admitted to being mostly pointless, but for getting in the habit of having someone keeping an eye out. It was Shinoda now, Leon remembered. The soldier gave him a few false jolts of adrenaline as he passed Leon’s bunk, but it kept the rookie awake, he supposed. 

Still, nothing. 

He wished you’d told him more of what to look out for. What to expect. 

“Well, giving away everything would defeat the point of the test.”

He missed your little teases like that. He missed getting you to laugh, or when you would make him laugh in return. Maybe, when he passed this test, you would be ready to talk. Maybe you would kiss him again-

He jolted awake. 

When had he fallen asleep? 

How long had he been out? 

The barracks were still dark. The beds around him still filled. No sound but the occasional muttering of someone in their sleep . . . 

. . . No sound but that. Not even the footsteps of the man on watch. 

Leon sat up, eyes straining to see in the dark. 

He didn’t see anyone patrolling the barracks. What he did see, as his eyes adjusted, was the tiny stream of light as one of the two doors opened. A shape hovered just behind it, and even if Leon couldn’t make out the face, he did see that light reflect off of two glass lenses, right where the eyes should be. 

Then he heard a clink . . . clink clink against the floor. 

“Everyone up!” he called, every nerve in his body humming with newfound energy. 

The rest of the recruits barely began to stir before there was a pop. Then, for a split second, Leon smelled something decidedly chemical. 

His eyes went wide just in time for his skin to start to burn.

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A/N:

Oop, jumpscare.

That fight between Leon and Krauser was also lifted from the opening flashbacks of RE4 where they're training together!

Shoutout to Yesterday by the Beatles for being the in-world song for this chapter, while the song I listened to while writing was "Where Did Your Love Go?" because Dawid just gets me, ya know? He gets the angsty vibes.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #jack krauser #resident evil x reader #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #resident evil #between the bones #gender neutral reader #leon kennedy x you #no y/n #angst

[iu-xo]

"Like we've always hated each other"

Tantrum.

intro part 1 part 2 part 3

It took much less time than expected! I hope it's enjoyable to read, god this is so slowburn, so they still hate each other! But... do they really?

The sun... the sun that comes through the window... the fucking sun.

The most recent being to move into the hotel after its restoration, he was fighting a battle to the death with nothing more and nothing less than the sheets of his bed, nothing new for the king to say the least, In his mind it was the eighth time he told himself he would get up, And this was the real thing, he thought for the eighth time...

When he heard a door suddenly open, and even though he loved his daughter with all his heart, he couldn't wish for anything other than that she would leave him for another hour to rot for a little longer in his nest of depression and procrastination, Which didn't happen that way.

-DAD! I'm sorry to bother you... I know you were still sleeping and stuff! despite being past noon.. But your help would reeeeaaaally help me a lot rigth now!

Even though his body betrayed him and made him want to sink and become one with the mattress, knowing that his daughter needed something from him gave him enough motivation to sit up in bed.

-Whatever you need honey..

His voice was still hoarse and sleepy, revealing his little to none desire to exist at that moment, but surely when he did something he would feel better... he hoped.

The princess gave a happy squeal to take out some notebook pages with lists and colorful crayon drawings, and grabbed one in particular which she put on her father's nightstand while she put the rest away with some clumsiness.

-Today I have an activity planned but I mixed up my schedules with next week's, so I have nothing to start with!

The blonde looked very worried about this problem she had, and Lucifer thought that maybe she would ask him for things to buy and he could just magically appear them, piece of cake.

-So while I fix this I wanted you to put these flyers in the businesses that already gave me permission!

Wait. What?

the angel really thought He could get away with doing this quickly with a little magic trick, but he really had no way of appearing flyers in specific places which he had no idea where they were..

-erm.. Dear.. Can't we just put them in... I don't know... everywhere?

-Nop! Because today's topic is... consent!

She said while making a rainbow in the air with her hands , Therefore, the little angel had no choice but to personally walk through the disgusting streets of the pride ring... his ring. While he was hanging little pieces of paper on the windows of the shops of the ungrateful sinners that owned them. But... it was for Charlie... so how bad could it be, He stopped thinking about how bad it would be and instead saw Charlie's smile explaining how she wanted to deal with today's topic, he saw her eyes full of sparkle and got out of bed.

-Count on me char-char, I'll take care of it!

Charlie smiled from ear to ear and hugged him, leaning down, he had taken Lucifer a little by surprise but he gladly reciprocated

-Thank you.. means a lot.

They both felt a silence after that, it wasn't awkward, it was like they were telling each other without words that they were trying to heal something, And even if it couldn't happen overnight, they were trying, Charlie knew they would make it, Lucifer... he could only hope so.

But after that charlie decided to left the room to let her father get ready, she also had too many things to do, time was against her and she wasn't going to waste it.

-Well.. see ya!

She said goodbye with her hand, while her father did it in the same way, Once she was outside, the angel walked slowly to his closet, looking for something more casual, but ended up wearing his usual outfit but without his white jacket, he rolled up his sleeves and headed to the bathroom to fix his hair, he saw himself in the mirror for a moment, a wave of melancholy drowning him for a few moments, He saw himself worn out, tired.

He washed his face with cold water as an attempt to wash away the draining thoughts, it just... everything used to be so simple for him, at least sometimes... He left the bathroom and opened a window in his room, looking to breathe something other than his own self-loathing, A burst of sulfur aroma was what he found, he sighed, At this moment he missed the aroma of fruit and freshly wet grass... he may not be missing the regime of heaven but... that garden and it's smells sure were something else

He realized that he had gotten quite lost in thought, so he washed his face one last time Seeking to return to reality, and avoiding the hassle of seeing so many faces at the reception... he opened a golden portal under his feet that left him at the exit of the hotel, now he only had to...

walk.

Lovely.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

-WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT.

A demon twice his size was shouting at him in the middle of the street, the lamb-like demon had bruises he was bleeding and holding the demon's hand that grabbed him by the neck while lifting him off the floor, he didn't seem scared, in fact he didn't feel the slightest bit of fear despite the dangerous situation he found himself in, as if he believed that at any moment one of his exterminators would arrive and take him out of there, or simply as if it didn't enter his head that he wasn't untouchable.

-F-FUCK YOU.. YOU.. FUCKING PUSSY!

He tried to get free even with less oxygen than required, he increasingly gained strength to kick his attacker into the pit of his stomach, leaving him breathless momentarily and falling to the ground, he took a deep breath and before the opponent could notice Adam was half a block away, he may have been out of shape, but he managed to ran into an alley and lean against the wall, while he saw the idiot run past him.

-SHIT- FUCKING- DAMN IT!

He dropped to the floor sliding down the wall, wiped the blood from his nose, then saw the blood on his hand..

Red.

His blood was... Red. Did he feel.. anger? No.. sadness? Of course not.. he was not a pussy.. He felt... To hell with what he felt all this was bullshit and he shouldn't be going through this! He shouldn't be here! He Should not.. he shouldn't be here...he was the first man...God's most beautiful creation! Fuck..he couldn't be rotting in this shit hole together with all these pieces of shit! They all came from him. where is his respect..

Interrupting his internal monologue bar existential crisis, he heard footsteps and unconsciously clung to the wall with his new claws, since he had arrived he had already escaped from five guys who were looking to kick his ass, perhaps a sixth could be avoided.

Humming a catchy melody, a familiar face passed by looking for something, looked at a sheet of paper, then at the shops, Then he approached the window of the establishment and stuck a flyer on it, without realizing the stare he had on him, Although of course, many people had looked at him since he left the hotel, he had had to send a couple flying, so it wasn't something especially peculiar

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

of all the habitants of hell... IT SHOULD BE FUCKING LUCIFER THE FIRST FAMILIAR FACE HE SEES?! This day, this place and all of this it's nothing but a stupid damn joke!

What the fuck is he doing? Hanging ruffles? Last time he tried to sell him that he was such a big deal, what was he doing hanging fucking pamphlets in the disgusting streets full of shit?

The gaze that Lucifer felt on his shoulder felt heavier and heavier, when he looked out of the corner of his eye he noticed a sinner looking towards the flyer he puted on the glass, and an idea crossed his mind, what would be better than advertising the hotel? Well, make it work of course! He could do this, it was just... talking to a stranger! Perfect, and the bad thing was that... he had to talk to a stranger. come on morningstar! For your daughter's approval!

-Heey you.

They both remained in total silence, panic could be seen on Adam's face, had he recognized him? It seemed like no... everything pointed to no, but that didn't stop his brain from wanting to run away and leave him alone in that moment, Lucifer had an ackward face and it shows in the way his eye twitched that he regretted his decision ever since the words left his mouth, but there was no way to take it back now, meanwhile Adam considered the possibility of just running away.

-I see you... watching from there! You can... read it. You know.. it's a pamphlet. They are for... reading-

He could easily smash his hand against his face in an exaggerated way, but this wasn't the time for that, if he brought a guest to the hotel today Charlie would be so happy! he can do it, it was like selling, It's not that he knew how to sell things... but how hard could it be

Meanwhile Adam looked at him with a disappointed face, his communication skills were as deplorable as they had always been, but he glanced at the pamphlet, of course, their fifth class hotel.

-It has everything! You should tell every person you see in hell about it.

Adam's disgusted face spoke for him, while Lucifer sighed, obviously it wouldn't be that easy to bring someone to the hotel in one day, but for Adam everything was going wonderfully since at least he didn't know it was him.

The feeling did not last too long, as he felt a figure forming behind him, heat emanating from near his back, the lamb-like demon feared the worst, and unfortunately he was right.

-To claim to be the first dick you are quite the pussy.

Said a demon behind him, twice his size, Shark-like, It was the guy from before for sure, shit-

-wait. what was that first thing you said?

before the words had a chance to come out of the angel's mouth in their entirety, He felt a gust of wind pass by him but as far as he was concerned, the wind doesn't scream.

As he turned around at the speed of the wind itself, he could briefly see his future guest crashing into the brick wall at the hands of the stupid demon who had interrupted his negotiation attempt, in a moment six wings came out angelically from the sovereign's back to place himself just in time between the two demons with a flutter of his wings, whit one hand he stoped the inevitable punch destined to hit Adam's face.

-Nobody taught you not get into the grown up's conversations... right?

He said this while a grin formed in his face, showing sharp teeth which this guy would remember all his life, Lucifer released the guy's fist to hold his wrist and with a twist of his hip he easily sent him to the other side of the pentagram.

-now. where did you get that phrase from?

When the angel looked behind him he could see nothing more and nothing less than two hooves walking away two meters away

-Shit shit shit shit shit SHIT!

Although Adam's intention was to lose sight of the small man following him, when he looked back all he could see was his imminent arrival to the ground, receiving a tackle from Lucifer, they both fell rolling around as if they were two little children fighting in the school garden

-SPEAK FILTHY CREATURE

He demanded, standing on top of the lamb, despite it being half his size and looking humorous, the truth is that Adam couldn't get out of his grip no matter how hard he tried.

-STOP BEING SO DAMN DENSE BITCH!

Oh God. He recognized that voice, he recognized that stupid self-nickname, and worst of all, he recognized that stupid tantrum.

-how the hell. are you here rigth now.

-Why should I say that to you, huh?!

-maybe because YOU DON'T HAVE ANOTHER OPTION?! MAYBE??

Both continued to struggle with each other, one to escape and one to have answers. Lucifer was afraid of letting him escape and that he could cause some trouble, although thinking about it carefully... he looked at his lamb's ears, his hooves, his eyes and his teeth... now he was a simple sinner, There wasn't much he could accomplish even if he tried, he'd probably be screwed, he may already had taked a few beatings even.

-Well, I have no idea! I hope that helps sucker!

He said and spit in his face, something he didn't thought about properly, or didn't thought about at all, The ruler's face was irritated, as if he were putting up with a spoiled child, well... that's practically what he's doing.

-That's all, Let's go.

He cleaned his face whit his sleve and grabbed him by the collar of his clothes and began to drag him along the sidewalk, he had an exhausted expression as if he didn't have what it took to face this situation today, although he probably wouldn't any day.

-the FUCK. ARE YOU DOING?!

He said, fluttering his black wings everywhere, managing to irritate Lucifer by obstructing his vision, forcing him to stop, to which he grunted in annoyance.

-Well. taking care of you! What else am I supposed to do! It's what I should always do! because it seems like your entire existence is made to cause me problems!

Adam's gaze could be nothing but anger, he struggled away from Lucifer's grasp, which was curious to see due to the difference in sizes, once free he turned around to look at him from the front

- YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, I WAS MADE TO BE FUCKING PERFECT! YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT.

-If you were as perfect as you say, how do you explain this eh! How do you think this happened?! You are not in this putrid pit for being the dick of the dicks PAL!

The lamb growled in exasperation as he stamped on the ground with his right hoof, after pulling his hair looking to escape from his angryness he lookef at the little one in the eye.

- IF I DON'T CARE, WHY THE FUCK SHOULD YOU CARE, YOU PIECE OF CRAP!

He felt a lump in his throat, but not as painful as the lump in the throat of the king of hell himself, Why should he care? Why the fuck should he care??

-Oh then i saw You die a fucking WEEK AGO. and You expect me to see that You are alive and let you wander through hell knowing that any demon is out there KICKING YOUR FUCKING ASS?! A THANK YOU WAS ENOUGH!

Lucifer screamed as his eyes turned from yellow to red from how infuriating he found having to argue with this idiot, he was never particularly reasonable but right now he was more irritable than normal and had no idea why

- THANK YOU?! OH SURE THEN YOU THINK YOU CAN TREAT ME LIKE A CHARITY CASE FOR YOUR BRAT'S SHITTY HOTEL HUH!? Well I have news for you DUDE!

Adam He kicked dirt from the street, dirtying Lucifer's clothes, who coughed in response to the cloud of dust

-im not your fucking guinea pig.

He narrowed his gaze in disgust, looking down literally and metaphorically at his contrary.

-Are you allergic to kindness? or why is it that you can't accept a fucking favor!?

Adam's Contemptuous face became one of intense anger and he took a step forward and brought his face closer to the angel's.

-from YOU? Of course. Good joke.

Lucifer had enough, he wouldn't wait to know where this reunion could go, It's not even worth wasting his breath on... Adam. Or at least that's what he thought.

-you know what? It's fine with me. It's not like you're not used to everyone leaving you, stay like that, as always, stay alone.

The king shook his clothes to remove the dirt, with one hand he snapped his fingers and as he arrived he left, Adam was left with an unreadable expression, he didn't move from there, he just stood there.

still and quiet.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

The golden portal opened above the hotel's front door, since he had avoided greeting people in the morning he assumed he could say hello in the aftern.. nigth, it was nigth.

Well, anyways, he would greet them at night then.

Opening the door abruptly without worrying about whether it was timely or not, he stepped into the hall.

-HEELLOOO everyone! How does the night treat you all?

From there you could easily see the bartender behind the bar along with the little maid sitting at the bar playing with some dead bug, on the sofa lay their most exotic guest and a certain deer showed no signs of being close, much to the king's liking.

-we have been better short king, But nothing that a drink can't fix, rigth wiskers?

The feline rolled his eyes but smiled at the end, and began to mix different liquids, When he looked in the direction the king was his eyes widened in surprise

- wow. It looks like you were hited by a truck.

Angel Dust looked in the same direction realizing what the bartender was referring to, It really looked like they had made him crawl on the floor, well, in fact something like that happened-

- someone played too rough whit ya~?

Husk put his palm to his face as Nifty leaned over the bar counter

- I like rough.

She said, sketching a sinister smile, to which Lucifer reacted with a certain degree of displeasure, and Husk put a donut from the bar counter in her mouth to make her shut up for a little bit

- umh.. rigth. Well no, I wasn't hit by a truck, and no! Neither, the other thing. I just ran into a few issues. Nothing to worry about.

While this small exchange of words was going on, footsteps could be heard in the distance approaching faster and faster, ending with a hug from behind to Lucifer's surprise.

-DAD! What happened? It took you hours to come back!

-Oh come on, come on... it's nothing at all! A few small issues, a few hours! But everything is fine now.

While the angel convinced Charlie that it was nothing, sounds of static reached everyone's ears, covering them in the act, everyone anticipated the arrival of you-know-who, it was nothing new for him to arrive in such a dramatic way, especially if the king was there prior to his arrival

-How interesting... I would swear it would take more than a few small matters to delay the big boss.. a couple hours.

The one who had just arrived in the room exclaimed very arrogantly, with a smile from ear to ear per usual , Charlie watched him appear on the spot and waved happily, only to receive a greeting from the deer-like demon in return.

-oh oh oh If you only knew You little shit.

Lucifer smiled evilly knowing that if Alastor ran into Adam again the last thing he would do would be act with that arrogance so characteristic of his

-Honey there is someone at the door.

Vaggie entered the room and to the conversation to warn her girlfriend about the presence of someone outside, so charlie left the two old men arguing to answer the door

-Oh but tell us your highness, what were these "issues" then.

-Nothing that your walnut-sized brain can understand piece of-

Two brown hooves entered, stepping on the red carpet that covered the hotel's entrance hall, to which Charlie said very excitedly and taking small jumps until they reached the area where everyone was, her girl on one side of the stranger and her on the remaining side.

Lucifer's sight changed from being fixed on Alastor to seeing the newcomer and although the king was already prepared to smile at the person to receive them, when he looked at him carefully, the only thing that came out of his mouth was..

-FU- ADAM?! THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE.

When everyone heard who he was talking about, they stayed cold and glued to the floor. With his new demonic form, no one would have guessed that it was the leader of the exorcists in person, or rather... in demon.

-ADAM?!

-adam??

-THAT ADAM?!

-OH OH estás muerto CABRON!

-Mhhh..

After the domino reaction Adam with lowered ears tried to talk keeping his dignity and pride, not very successfully, with a stupid smile on his face he speak

-heey bitchees.. so.. what's for dinner?

You could swear there was the sound of a cane breaking in the background followed by a static sound.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fanfic #adamsapple #guitarduck #adam x lucifer #lucifer x adam #i liked this one i think

[tiny-feisty-gay]

I see your a fellow Chaggie shipper. As am I. ANd I've asked other Chaggie shippers on tumblr and I must ask you: What are your FULL thoughts on Charlie learning of Vaggie's secret? From finding out in Heaven to her whole anger/hurt/confusion at Vaggie.

i wasn't ignoring this but i needed a few days to gather my thoughts because i have lots of them

between heaven and the two of them meeting back up with an army/weapons in tow, there's roughly a month's worth of time as far as i've been told/can tell, so i'm going based on that rough timeline

charlie's first reaction, imo, was shock; the way she collapsed and let vaggie shepherd her and guard her isn't the reaction of someone who's immediately jumped to anger/mistrust, it's the reaction of someone whose entire life view has just been altered.

i don't think they ever actually fought about it. gut feeling maybe, but considering what we saw (charlie curled in bed crying, vaggie saying "in our room... alone") and my personal hc that she takes after her dad in times of emotional turmoil by self-isolating and sinking into the depression... i have a feeling they didn't even talk about it for a while.

vaggie might have tried to; we got a glimpse of it right around alastor's deal with charlie. i firmly believe that after it was in the open, she probably did try to explain herself, and charlie was still half-shocked and feeling a bit betrayed and didn't have the brain space to deal with it between the upcoming extermination and knowledge that her loved ones were going to be targeted first. she probably did a ton of soul-searching on her own; remember, charlie is +/- a good few centuries, if not older, so while she's very upbeat and happy, it's not unreasonable to think she's had a good while to practice some emotional maturity. she isn't perfect, obviously, but based on how much she adores vaggie, i think she'd want to know firmly where she stands before they talk things out.

i also think vaggie was terrified the entire time that she'd just fucked up the only genuine, good relationship (romantic or otherwise) that she's ever had. we don't get much backstory on what things were like for her in heaven, but she doesn't seem to have been particularly close to anyone there, and "whatever it takes" sort of reinforces that with her "and it felt so good to be understood / but there's so much i wish that i could say." i think she wanted to tell charlie but she kept putting it off, and the longer she put it off the worst she thought it'd be, until she hit a point where she felt like she couldn't tell charlie because what would charlie think of her after lying to her for three years?

charlie did likely wonder how much of it had been a lie and whether vaggie had ulterior motives, because who wouldn't, but i think she dismissed that pretty fast. especially because there's no way angel and the rest of the crew didn't notice vaggie moping around like a kicked puppy; i'm sure they were equally unhappy with vaggie's lying, but the group sentiment didn't seem anything more than mildly annoyed by it.

she was the most hurt by the fact that vaggie didn't trust her enough to tell her; supported by her conversation with rosie. and that seems pretty fair, imo: vaggie knows how much charlie can forgive, can see the potential for redemption in people, and she's had an up-close view of that in vaggie for the last three years. and charlie trusts (trusted) vaggie wholeheartedly, so the idea of that not being reciprocal hurt her deeply.

i think they tried to talk things out ~a couple weeks in, and vaggie shut down in the middle of the conversation from a mix of trauma and fear that she'd lose charlie; i love vaggie dearly, but she's placed a ton of her self-worth on how useful she is to charlie. she very much believes she's nothing without charlie, because charlie saved her and is a large part of who she's become. there's a little bit of a power imbalance/codependency on vaggie's side, and while i don't think that's insurmountable for them nor do i think the relationship as a whole is unhealthy, that piece of it must have made it absolute torture to be pushed away.

i think she and angel may have had a few late-night conversations actually; they seem like they're on better/friendlier terms just before alastor and charlie make their deal; the whole "you ever think she's sensitive about her lack of wings? ... just like her lack of tits :D" bit struck me a lot more like friendly ribbing/trying to lighten the mood rather than actual malice. angel definitely doesn't have much experience with healthy relationships, but he does have experience with damage control, and i imagine he gave vaggie advice that basically boiled down to don't push, let her come to you, she's really hurt and needs to process. he cares a ton about charlie even if he doesn't show it, but i think he has sort of a begrudging respect/love-hate thing with vaggie lol. especially after the battle-bonding.

their first actual conversation about it was probably after the cannibal town army/weapons stockup before the battle. talking to rosie clearly really helped charlie process things, and i do think it's interesting that as far as we know, she hasn't talked to her father about it; not particularly surprising since their relationship is a bit tenuous, but still interesting, since he would likely have been a good perspective for her to have as a fellow fallen angel (ex-angel? idk if vaggie really counts as fallen). but regardless, rosie helped her a lot and most of her initial betrayal and hurt seems to have fizzled out with just the "why didn't she trust me?" piece left.

that was probably the main thing they talked about. vaggie tells her about what really happened to get her stuck here, and charlie is furious, and that alone probably helps her understand; i'd have trust issues, too, if someone i'd known presumably my whole life ripped off my limbs and cut my eye out. vaggie and charlie had an instant connection, clearly, but she didn't trust charlie enough to tell her initially and then things spiraled out of control. by the time she realized charlie might be okay with her past, she'd already been hiding it so long that it felt like too big a secret to share. and i think some part of her still believed this would be something charlie couldn't forgive.

and my favorite hc: charlie can't forgive it. we don't know how many souls vaggie has fully eradicated, but it has to be in the thousands, at least. lute's kill count from one purge was 275, and adam references vaggie being "one of his top girls." there's also a detail i saw pointed out elsewhere; most of the exorcists have plain black halos, except for lute, whose halo has a white glow as well... and vaggie, whose halo shares the same glow. there's a good chance she was high up in the ranks, possibly third in command -- and possibly quickly closing in on having a higher kill count than lute, which would explain her vitriol and eagerness to get rid of vaggie at the first sign of weakness. but obviously, that's just a headcanon. as is much of the above xD

but back to charlie, i don't think she'd be able to forgive that. the good news is, she doesn't have to. charlie is upbeat and optimistic, but she was raised in hell. she's not naive; she knows the people she wants to save have committed heinous atrocities. the difference is that she believes in change. the vaggie she knows, the one standing in front of her, isn't an exorcist. she's her partner, who while yes, eager to anger and easy to jump to violence, only does so when she or charlie are provoked/threatened. charlie is capable of still being disappointed/devastated by vaggie's past and acknowledging that it's not her present - or future.

one of the things i also think is so important is the battle scene. that was a huge test of charlie's acceptance; seeing her girlfriend step back into that role, that violence, was a big thing, one that nobody would've blamed her for recoiling from. she doesn't. she fights alongside vaggie (albeit... creatively, we'll say) and yes, the exorcists are enemies and she has a long history of reasons to hate them, but even during the battle she doesn't. she's still apologetic and doesn't really want to hurt anyone, just deter them. it takes vaggie telling her to be harsher for her to do it, and she follows vaggie's instruction. this is vaggie's area of expertise, and while she may have learned those skills by butchering Charlie's people, she's repurposed those skills. She's armor, not a weapon; she's violent only to defend, not out of bloodlust.

i think it's really easy to misunderstand charlie's acceptance of vaggie's past as naive or their reconciliation as too soon/too easy, but there's three years of history behind them and charlie actively chooses not to let this new information shatter the foundation they've built together. they're a prime example of the idea that relationships work because you continue to choose that person, to choose to work at it, and while that only works if both sides are willing, for vaggie and charlie, they are.

i do really hope we see vaggie find some self-worth outside of charlie in s2, though. she has so much potential to explore the complexity of her character and i really want to see that. i don't think they're bad for each other, but to some extent... vaggie went from serving one entity (adam) to serving another (charlie) and that level of devotion can be dangerous. charlie is infinitely better than adam, don't get me wrong, but vaggie definitely needs to find purpose beyond being charlie's right hand.

i'm personally hoping for sort of an... exorcist/angel ambassador role for her? something that ties into the hotel but is independent of charlie and something she wants to do. or maybe teaching self-defense/offense to the rest of the group (which she likely did for the battle/army, since she knows better than anyone how the exorcists fight).

honestly i probably have more thoughts than this but i hope you enjoyed my stream of consciousness ramble about Them <3

#i love them a lot and i have so many feelings about how they worked through it #chaggie #charlie morningstar #charlie x vaggie #vaggie hazbin hotel #vaggie #rainbowmoth #hazbin hotel #jesus fuck this got long oops

[syzzish]

payback ! m. fushiguro

wc: 3.3k

경고 // warnings: not proofread. enemies to lovers. college au. oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, degrading (slut), praising (pretty girl), generally indecisive dom megumi. unprotected sex! lowercase intended.

a/n: use a condom. also i’m starting to notice my love for megumi is coming back hard.

— megumi genuinely could not explain how he felt about you. one minute you pissed him off so bad that he had to leave a lesson (of course, he didn’t hear the end of it from gojo) and then the next you frustrate him. but not just any type of frustration.

it was the type that stuck with him all day, the same moment constantly on repeat. maybe it was that you accidentally bumped into him due to lack of spacial awareness, or that you’d blatantly cut him off mid sentence to chip in your thoughts during a conversation with your friends.

whatever it was, it pissed him the fuck off, and the pent up frustration was quite the hassle to deal with on his own.

so he figured he'd call you out on it the next time you messed up his mood. maybe guilt trip you into getting him a few snacks, something light to teach you a lesson on not angering him.

the next time you did mess up, though, his plan changed.

you had just spilled your juice on his and your own uniform, the liquid seeping through to the white button-up underneath his jacket. the juice had stained your clothing as well, so you quickly removed the jacket to see that the juice had made your shirt see-through. it was a complete accident, but the look of pure distraught on the boy’s face was enough for you to gather you had just sent him fuming.

megumi didn’t say anything at all, not even after your never-ending apologies and offers to get him a new top. he simply raised his gaze from his shirt to look at you.

megumi towered over you, his lean figure intimidating you. his eyebrows were furrowed and he methodically sucked in his cheek over and over again, almost as if he was thinking on how to react. suddenly, he cocked his head to the side and relaxed his brows, a much more lightened expression, almost as if he got an idea.

“y’know what? c’mon.”

that was all he said before his larger, cold hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the scene.

quite frankly, megumi didn’t know where you two were going. somewhere private, he hoped, so he could personally humiliate you like you just did for him. there was only one distinct difference between what you just did and what he was about to do: your humiliation was for his eyes only.

as he dragged you down the halls, students looked, pointed, and whispered. this had to look odd; the school’s most moody boy and the clumsy girl together? no one expected it.

you certainly didn’t expect when megumi took a sharp turn into a janitors closet, locking the door of the tight space.

he turned to meet you, finally relaxing your wrist from his grip, which was sure to leave a bruise.

“who the fuck do you think you are?” he said coldly. the closet was dark, but not dark enough to hide your face from his gaze. you stammered to give a response, clearly intimidated by his tone.

he stepped closer, leaning down to your eye level, and in the most calm tone, he asked you once again.

“did you not hear me? i asked you a fucking question.”

“i really don’t know what you mean, it was an accident-”

“i could give two shits if it was an accident or not, you ruined my shirt.”

“well i offered to get you another but you straight up ignored me.” you said, crossing your arms, clearly annoyed by his ego.

“i heard you offering the shirt, y/n, it’s just the fact that you always seem to find a way to piss me off.” he said, his dark blue eyes locked on yours. even through the darkness of the room, he could still see that your body tensed. he knew it totally betrayed your tough exterior, and you knew it too.

“i don’t understand what you’re talking about, fushiguro. why did you drag me all the way here when i could’ve easily just gotten you a shirt?” you said.

megumi had to think about his next words wisely. he was very aware that you infuriated him.

but did it turn him on?

“y/n, i’m gonna be completely honest with you.” he said, pausing. megumi pronounced every syllable clearly, making sure to to drag out the word “completely,” almost as if he were talking to a small child.

“you frustrate me in ways i cannot fathom, but it’s something about you that doesn’t make sense to me.” he began. he took a deep breath before he spoke again.

“i don’t want anyone else to have you.”

he said it so bluntly. so casually, it was almost frightening. you had absolutely no idea what was going through this boy’s head. one minute he was pissed at you for spilling juice on his shirt, now he’s confessing his sexual attraction to you? what the fuck is going on?

megumi dreaded the next few seconds of silence — not because you didn’t respond, but because he couldn’t read your face. despite it being dark, he was close enough to make out the details of your face. he just couldn’t tell what your expression meant.

“what?”

you on the other hand were straight-up baffled.

“fushiguro i really don’t know what to say, i mean this makes absolutely no sense,” you started. you watched as megumi’s face dropped, a look of disappointment washed across it. he expected the answer, but it still stung a bit.

“but i’m not opposed to it.”

the taller boy’s head immediately lifted, his body perking up along with. you hesitated but figured this was the time to say it.

“since we’re being honest, i’ve always found you attractive, fushiguro. i just didn’t expect that you’d feel the same about me. i mean, i always ruin your day.”

“i think i just gotta teach you a lesson now.” his voiced lowered. you felt shivers go down your spine, and your nose tickled as his hair brushed against it. fushiguro’s hands made their way to your waist, snaking around to pull you impossibly closer in the small closet.

he brought a hand from your waist to your chin, lifting it up to meet his gaze.

“can i kiss you?”

you felt the room get hot as he asked you. it’s all you wanted, and who were you to keep the man waiting?

“yes, please.”

fushiguro’s lips crashed onto yours, his hand cupping your face while the other snaked lower to grip your ass. your hands felt along his muscular arms, stopping to grip for support as he smacked your ass. you gasped, and fushiguro quickly took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. the kiss grew more passionate as it continued, and for a moment, you felt bliss.

eventually, both of his hands made their way down, and fushiguro cupped your thighs as he lifted you up to straddle his waist. you felt a prominent bulge against your heat, and the pool in your panties grew.

you pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his.

“fushiguro,” you began.

“megumi.” he corrected.

“megumi, can we go somewhere more private?” you asked bluntly. you were sure you were intoxicated by his pink lips, which currently, gave your lips no filter.

he smirked as he placed you back on the ground, the height difference between you two becoming obvious again.

“yea, cmon.” megumi said, his hand reached for yours as he dragged you out of the closet and into a nearby empty classroom. he locked the door and shut the blinds behind you, making sure that no one could see. he couldn’t guarantee that they wouldn’t hear you, so at least you could keep your dignity somewhat intact.

after closing the final blind, megumi turned to you with a newfound dominance on his face. his eyes darkened and his stance got heavy, almost as if he was hunting and you were his prey.

he slowly walked towards you and extended a hand, to which you grabbed. he led you to a desk in the room and motioned for you to lay down. you complied, laying down with your legs closed.

“open.” he said as he opened your legs. he sat in the chair at the table, face nearly inches away from your clothed cunt.

“can i take this off pretty girl?” he asked, staring up at your chest. you looked down to see you were still wearing your juice-covered shirt. you nodded and he quickly reached up to help you take off your shirt. megumi admired your breasts for a minute, as they sat prettily in your favorite bra.

“you’re so beautiful.” he said. that was enough to make you weak. your ears got hot as he brought his hands up to your chest.

“can i touch?” megumi said as his hands stopped right before they made contact with your tits. you hummed softly.

“i need verbal confirmation, love.” he said calmly. you replied with a short “yes,” and with that confirmation, he reached and began to squeeze your tits.

it felt surprisingly good, his heavy hands groping you. he felt all around your breasts and leaned into your neck as well to leave a faint trail of love bites from your ear to your—actually, your bra was in the way.

“take it off.” he said bluntly. you felt that his movements stilled as you sat up to look at him. his lips were red and swollen as he retracted his hands from your chest. you looked down to see that he meant your bra, so quickly, you unhooked it and slid it off your shoulders. the cold air in the room immediately made your nipples raise.

“fuck, y/n…” was all megumi said before he pulled you by your thighs closer to the edge of the desk and latched his mouth onto your tit. as he kissed and licked your bud, he gave made sure to give equal treatment to the other by pinching your nipple in between his fingertips.

you were a moaning mess—and completely soaked—and he hasn’t even done anything yet. megumi seemed to take notice as he moved lower. as he kissed along down your waist, he slid off your skirt and began kissing your inner thighs, bruising any spot of skin his lips touched.

“megumi..” you moaned aimlessly. there wasn’t any true intent behind it—maybe it was to get him to move faster or with more purpose? who knows, you were soaking.

“be patient. besides, you owe me for being so goddamn annoying.” he said as he slipped one finger under your panty’s waistband. you felt his digit inching closer and closer to your cunt, and he knew it with the way he watched your face contort.

“megumi, please..”

“what are you asking for? go on, use your words.” megumi encouraged you as he found your clit. you body jolted as he rubbed the bud ever so slowly. you couldn’t help but moan, he knew exactly how to touch you.

“y/n?” he asked, never stilling his movements on your clothed pussy.

“megumi..p-please fuck me..” you didn’t mean to stutter, but the minute you said his name, the boy’s finger moved faster and pressed harder, sending a shockwave through your body.

“fucking slut. so impatient, lemme prep you first, ‘kay?”

megumi then hooked your panties to the side with two fingers and proceeded to spread your hole with another two. he kept a thumb on your clit, constantly.

megumi had seemingly lost all of his determination to make you wait as he licked up and down your cunt like a starved man. he couldn’t help it, your pussy had made such a mess, it was practically begging him to clean it up.

as he lapped at your cunt, you reached for megumi’s hair for support. you gripped his soft black locs as he made your legs squirm by being between them. megumi’s hands reached up to pull you impossibly closer to his face, practically suffocating himself. he pushed you to lay down as he pleased you, clearly wanting to see the way your tits rose and fell with your heavy breathing.

you felt yourself inching closer and closer to a release with the way his long tongue fucked your hole. he eventually switched out the muscle for a finger, then two, and moved his lips to your clit.

“megumi, ahh, i’m gonna-”

“cum.”

that was all he mumbled into your pussy, the vibrations hitting your clit and sending you headfirst into an orgasm. it felt so good, all of it; the way he continued to lick your juices away, the way he curled his fingers up to hit your g-spot, and especially how he looked up at you as you looked down to see his face in between your legs.

after helping you ride out your high, megumi backed away from your cunt and began to take off his jacket and unbutton his shirt.

you sat up slightly and took into account how absolutely ripped he was. it made your pussy throb the way the veins in his hands showed as he pulled down his pants to reveal the prominent bulge in his navy blue boxers. his body looked as if it was sculpted by the gods, unintentionally flexing as he put his shirt and pants to the side. he leaned over you as he asked,

“you still want me to fuck you, pretty girl?” he asked softly, stilling his movements to look you dead in the eye, despite you being completely naked. (so he had some sort of decency about him.)

“yes please.” you said, voice still breathy from practically straining it.

you were still lying down, so it made it very easy for him to slide off his boxers and position himself. you felt him rub along your entrance, and that’s when it hit you.

“uhm, megumi, do you have a condom?” you asked.

“quite honestly, i wasn’t expecting to fuck anyone today, so no.” he said bluntly. “do you want me to stop?”

you took a breath. i mean, as long as he doesn’t cum inside you should be fine, right? plus, you were already so horny, no way you were gonna stop.

“no, keep going.” you said. megumi leaned down to kiss you as he rubbed his cock along your entrance. suddenly, he began pushing in and it hurt.

“are you okay?” he whispered into your ear.

“nngh—yes, fuck, just go s-slow.” you moaned back to him, and with this confirmation, megumi continued to push into your cunt.

“god, you’re so tight.” megumi strained as he bottomed out in your pussy. he let you adjust to his size — which was a good 7.5 inches — and when you were ready, you rubbed the back of his neck and kissed his jaw.

megumi began at a very slow pace, trying to be gentle with you, despite every single fiber in his body telling him not to. sure, you annoyed the shit out of him, but he figured the least he could do was try to be a good fuck buddy.

he watched as your body rocked beneath him, your pretty tits bouncing in the direction of his thrusts. he leaned down to kiss them, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. his thrusts into your tight little cunt got increasingly more rough, you were pretty sure you could feel him in your throat.

you reached your hand to cover your mouth and muffle your moans when megumi reached his to circle your clit, but he didn’t appreciate that too much. the black-haired boy reached down to grab your hand from your mouth and pinned it onto the desk below you both.

“i wanna hear you, ahh, go on and t-tell me how much you love my cock, pretty.”

your pussy clenched around him, his moans in your ear making you impossibly wet.

“i love your cock so much ‘gumi, fuck! right there,”megumi looked down at the mess you two had made.

“you fucking slut, look at you, creaming on me.” with a few more rough strokes, you came on megumi, leaving a pretty white ring for him. he watched as your face contorted with pleasure and your body tensed up. he especially liked how your hands scratched his shoulders and reached for his hair as support. all of it was intoxicating? you were intoxicating.

“cum, ‘m gonna cum, w-where?” gumi struggled to keep a steady pace as he felt himself approaching his high.

“here.” you quickly pulled away from the boy and cooked off the desk to your knees. you took his cock in your mouth as you massaged his balls to get him closer and closer. you felt him throb in your mouth as he fucked your face, grabbing your hair and groaning.

“fuuuuck just like that, take my cock like the good slut you are, yea?” he groaned. “you’re gonna make me cum—”

you held megumi’s dick in your mouth, allowing yourself to choke on it. you soon felt his hot cum drip down your throat, slow thrusts from his hips helping you milk him dry.

“holy shit, y/n.”

you pulled back from his dick, not even realizing tears were falling from your eyes until his thumb wiped them away. megumi’s expression was a hard one to read—especially from the angle below him. from the best you could tell, it was a look of admiration as well as a look of bliss. but he also looked displeased? maybe it was just his usual attitude, but had you done something wrong?

“that was amazing.”

a wave of relief washed over you as megumi extended a hand for you to stand up with. he guided you to the desk and quickly put on his clothes as well as handing you your own.

“wait here okay? i’m gonna go get some stuff to clean up with.” he said, quickly exiting the room.

so, he’s not that bad after all, huh.

within 5 minutes, megumi was back with towels, clean uniforms for the both of you, and some water. he cleaned you up and handed you the new set of clothes, as well as cleaning the desks and changing himself.

“so megumi,” you began. he looked at you as he slid on his shirt. “what does this mean for us?”

“i assumed that it meant you’re mine now.”

“what?”

“did you think i was just gonna fuck you and leave?” he asked, walking closer to you.

“i mean thinking i’m attractive doesn’t necessarily cancel out finding me annoying.” you reasoned, feeling a bit intimidated by the look on his face.

megumi stepped even closer. “yeah you’re annoying, y/n, but you also make me feel things i’m not sure how to identify. i just want to make sure it’s what i think it is.” he said, his voice dropping as he looked at your eyes.

“and what do you think it is?” you asked, scared that he would admit that it was only a sexual attraction.

“i think i like you.”

my stories always end so cheesy lmao. anyway, thanks for reading! <3

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[imagine-a-life-like-this]

School of Mysteries : Prologue

Word Count : 1.8k

Warnings : murder, stabbing, mention of a knife, blood, swearing, mentions of sex, fighting, mentions of a break up

            The room was cold and a little dim. Her mouth was dry and the small Styrofoam cup of water they gave her five minutes previous didn’t help much. She wishes she could say she had no idea why she was here, but she knew exactly why. The news spread quickly, faster than when he left her 18 months ago. Hwang Hyunjin was brutally murdered in the early morning.

            It didn’t surprise her when detectives came and pulled her out of class for questioning. No doubt she was the prime suspect. She had a motive and the only alibi she had was that she was asleep at the time of the murder, the only witnesses to said alibi being her two roommates who were also asleep, and her boyfriend that was asleep next to her.

            After what felt like hours, the door opened, and the two detectives that pulled her out of class walked in. One was an older gentleman, clearly has been in this line of work for many years. He had wrinkles around his eyes, gray hair, and a gray moustache to match. His partner was much younger, clearly newer and excited for this case. He was a lanky guy with slicked back black hair and glasses.

            “I’m sure you know why you’re here Miss L/n.” The older detective stated, opening the folder and placing pictures in front of her.

            “Please just call me Y/n.” Her voice trailed off as she said her name, something in one of the pictures catching her eye. She reached for it, bringing it closer to her to see if she was really seeing what she was seeing. His half of the couple ring set the couple got what now feels like centuries ago right there on his finger.

            “What has you so intrigued?” The younger of the two asked. Y/n set the picture down and shook her head, mumbling the word nothing. There’s no way what he said was true. No way he was always coming back to her.

            The older gentleman cleared his throat, bringing her attention back to the men in front of her. “A witness said you were fighting with the victim hours before the murder.”

            He was on her doorstep when she came back from class, standing up the second he saw her. “Tell me it’s not true.”

            “Whatever happened to ‘hi, how’ve you been? Sorry for disappearing on you’?” She sarcastically laughed as she walked passed him, unlocking the door. Before she could close it, he pushed his way inside.

            “Disappearing on you? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I left a letter explaining everything.” She stared at him as if he had three heads before chuckling and shaking her head.

            “A letter? Well I never got it. Also why the fuck would you write a letter instead of just fucking telling me?” It was the question that plagued her mind everyday since he left. Why didn’t he just tell her he didn’t want to get married? Why didn’t he say he didn’t love her anymore?

            “I don’t know, okay? Maybe it’s because I didn’t want to say goodbye to you. You’re the love of my life, Y/n. Saying goodbye to you is impossible.” He reached out and cupped her face. “I was always coming back to you.”

            “Angel?” Felix called out, rounding the corner into the living room where she stood with Hyunjin. Hyunjin’s gaze landed on Felix and she could see all the emotions flashing through his eyes. Hurt. Anger. Betrayal. “Hyunjin.”

            “So it is true.” His words dripped with venom that he spat at her. “I didn’t want to believe my fiancée and my best friend could betray me like this, but it’s true.”

            “I’m not your fiancée. You left. It’s been a year and a half. Of course I was going to move on.” Felix was frozen in place, staring at his best friend he thought ran away. Ran away from his responsibilities. From his fiancée. Yet here he stands, pointing fingers at them for betraying him.

            “I was coming back!” He threw his hands in the air, causing Y/n to flinch, which snapped Felix out of his daze. Felix stepped in between them with one arm behind him so he could hold Y/n’s hand as a form of comfort. “Seriously?” Hyunjin scoffed. “We all damn well know I would never lay a hand on her.”

            “I think you should leave.” Felix said, letting go of Y/n’s hand to push Hyunjin towards the door. He didn’t put up much of a fight, but his eyes never left Y/n.

            “Enjoy my sloppy seconds.” Hyunjin smirked at Felix before he turned around, immediately getting punched in the face by Mae, one of Y/n’s roommates. “What the fuck you fucking bitch!” Kayla punched him next. “Y/n get your fucking dogs under control.” She delivered the third, and final, punch.

            “Talk shit about me all you want, but do not talk shit about my wives.”

            “Whatever.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes before walking away.

            “He forced himself into my house and then insulted me and my friends. So yeah, I punched him.” The older detective nodded, looking through the folder containing everything about the case, while the younger detective continued to stare her down.

            “You said you were sleeping at the time of the murder.” The older man asked, and she nodded.

            “Yes. I went to bed around 11. My boyfriend joined me around 2 or 3 in the morning after gaming for a while. My roommates went to bed the same time I did. We all went right to bed after watching a movie.”

            “And you didn’t wake up and leave at all throughout the night?” She shook her head at the younger detectives question, telling the detectives she only briefly woke up when Felix went to bed, otherwise she slept through the entire night. The detectives exchanged looks.

            “You want to know what I think Y/n?” The older gentleman asked.

            “I mean not really but you’re the boss here. You have the floor.” She smiled as she tilted her head to the side, gesturing towards the detective, telling him to go on.

            “I think you’re either lying to protect yourself or to protect someone else. You know who killed Hyunjin. And when I can prove it, you best believe I’m putting your ass in prison.” He rested his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands, leaning ever so slightly forward towards her. “So your best bet would be to tell me the truth.” She copied his actions, a sly smirk forming on her face.

            “Ah did you want me to tell you about the sex I had with my boyfriend when he came to bed? Are you just a perverted old man that wants to know how good I’m getting fucked?” The detective removed his arms from the table in between them and leaned back, clearing his throat again. Y/n laughed as she too leaned back, crossing her right leg over her left. “You’re not going to find anything on me, detective. I didn’t kill him nor do I know who did.”

            “Then you’ll have no problem doing a polygraph.” He looked at her with a raised brow.

            “Hook me up daddy.” He sighed and rolled his eyes before turning to his partner and telling him to get the polygraph. “Awe did you just want to be alone with me?” She teased.

            “Enough.” She put her hands up in surrender, giggling to herself.

            “My bad detective.” She glanced down at the pictures that were still laid out on the table, her eyes still zeroing in on the ring. Her half, along with the engagement ring, sat in her jewelry box. She wore them for months after Hyunjin left, not ready to face reality and let go.

            “He’s not coming back.” Jisung said bluntly. Kayla smacked him in the arm, telling him to shut the fuck up. “Okay ow for one. For two, it’s been five months, he would have called or texted by now had he any plans to come back.” Y/n hated that Jisung had a point. He reached out to grab her hand, sliding the rings off. She didn’t fight back, slowly coming to terms with the fact that she had to let go.

            “You’ll find someone better. Someone that will keep all the promises they make you.” Kayla said softly.

            “Maybe they’re closer than you think.” Jisung added. “Someone you know well.” It was Mae’s turn to give him a smack, also telling him to shut up.

            It was soon after she took the rings off that Felix, someone she got close to in the months after Hyunjin left, asked her out. Neither one of them expected to fall for the other. During her relationship with Hyunjin, she spent plenty of time with Felix, but he was always her boyfriend’s sweetheart of a best friend. And he saw her as his best friend’s perfect match.

            Felix had always said she brought out the best in Hyunjin. She always encouraged him to follow his dreams no matter what anyone else said. He was the happiest he’s ever been when they were together, anyone could see it. Which is why no one was surprised when he proposed, but everyone was shocked when he left. No one saw it coming. He was so whipped for Y/n, no one expected him to be the one to walk away.

            “We’re going to ask some basic questions just to make sure it’s working properly.” The younger of the two explained after hooking her up. “Is your name Y/n?” She answered yes. They asked her birthday, her age, her major, and then they got into the real questions. Where she was at the time of the murder. What she was doing. Who was she with. Does she know anyone that would want him dead. Did she kill him. Does she knows who did. “She passed.” The older man was staring at the results shaking his head.

            “Can I go now? I have to pee.”

            “You’re free to go. Just don’t go skipping town.” The older man told her. As she stood from her chair, she leaned forward, making direct eye contact with him.

            “I’m a broke university student, where the fuck am I going to go?” And then she left the room, the detectives close behind. They watched as she greeted her boyfriend with a kiss before disappearing into the washroom.

            “Do you think she did it?” The younger one asked.

            “No.” The older man answered, staring at her polygraph results. “But I think she knows who did.” He looked at his partner. “Hyunjin was stabbed 27 times. That would cause the knife to get slippery and the unsub to cut open his hand.”

            “You think the unsub is male?” The older detective pointed towards Felix who was wrapping an arm around Y/n after she exited the washroom, his right hand wrapped.

            “Jealousy is one hell of a motive.”

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[elmhat]

// dsmp rp

A No Nuke AU Drabble, feat. Stagedduo

Special thanks to @call-me-apple / @dreamsclock / @carpedzem for the brainrot.

~

“So you’re telling me we’re done?”

Punz’s voice was deliberately steady, deliberately controlled, but the fire in their eyes betrayed them.

Dream was pacing the prison lobby. Distantly, he wondered how much longer it would take to wear grooves into the floor like this, with the mining fatigue. “We’re not done, we’re just… changing objectives.”

Punz raised an eyebrow. “So we’re fucking done.”

“Yes, Punz! We’re done with, like, revival stuff, if that’s what you mean.” Dream thought of obsidian rooms piled high with books, the mad scrawlings of two who were playing at science. They hadn’t moved any of it. They probably never would. “For now.”

Punz stood from the warden’s desk, and when they looked at Dream, he couldn’t be sure they recognized him. A stranger—and a threat.

“So let me get this straight,” they started. “Everything we did, all the things we did, together— you’re saying none of it fucking matters? I waited a fucking year for you, Dream!”

Dream advanced on them. “Oh, wow, that’s— I’m so sorry, that must’ve been so hard for you to like, sit around for a year while I— fucking—”

He cut himself off, taking a controlled breath. “I get it, okay? I know what I— what we sacrificed. It doesn’t change anything.”

“So everything you went through in here was for nothing.”

Dream balled his fists. He started pacing again, quickly, before he punched Punz or a wall.

“It’s not fucking nothing, Punz, how would it be nothing? Like— We learnt a lot, y’know, about revival. That knowledge isn’t gonna magically disappear. Now it’s time to actually put it to use. Start helping the server.”

“Start helping Tommy, you mean.” Punz spat the name like a curse.

“Start helping anyone, Punz! Why is this so hard for you to understand?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, bro. What did Tommy do to your head? You’ve never, just, given up on something like this before.”

“Aren’t you tired?” For the first time, Dream let himself feel the exhaustion baked into his bones. It had been there for so long that he didn’t remember a time before. Every day, it got worse. “Don’t you miss not having to fight?”

Punz just shook their head. “Dude, you’re fucking delusional.”

“You can’t tell me you don’t! Back when you could actually talk to people, and not just pretend to like them. You had people. Sapnap, Tubbo…”

But Punz couldn’t be listening. Their eyes bore straight through him, as if the mask on his face were made of glass. “You never even gave a shit about me.”

“What?”

“You never cared about what I thought, what I wanted— so don’t act like you do now. You just wanted someone who’d do what you said, whatever random whim you’re on.”

Their eyes narrowed. “I’ll never be your precious fucking Sapnap, or George, or whoever else you’ve decided doesn’t hate you anymore.”

Dream was quiet. He stopped in the center of the room, and something like regret flashed across Punz’s face before being replaced with icy resolve.

“Maybe you’re right,” said Dream. “Maybe I don’t care what you think anymore.” In here, in this moment, the walls were stiflingly close. It was too hot. This place had always been too hot.

“I’m leaving,” he said.

Punz laughed coldly. “You’re leaving? The prison, you mean? Like— Forever?”

Dream shrugged. He didn’t know. There weren’t a lot of things he knew anymore. “Come, or don’t, I don’t care.”

When neither of them spoke, it felt like the ground beneath Dream was giving out. He knew what it was like to be alone; in some ways, it felt safer. But this was something else.

He turned away, climbing down into the makeshift exit tunnel.

“Hey, Dream?” said Punz.

Dream looked up, far too quickly.

“Give me the keys.”

Dream’s stomach sank to his boots. But he retrieved the keycard, and when he tossed it to Punz, it felt like the heaviest thing he had ever held.

He left without a word.

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[hangesbrattyapprentice]

Sleuths & Syndicates

Part 4

Detective! Aizawa x fem!reader

Mafia Boss! Shigaraki x fem!reader

˚✧₊⁎ find Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3 here  ⁎⁺˳✧༚

CW- kidnapping, elements of dubcon, murder, psychological trauma, angst, explicit sexual content.

Shigaraki doesn’t know what he expected when he answered a call from Mustard, one of his newest recruits, but it wasn’t this.

“Don. The little lady wants to talk to ya. Says it’s urgent. ’salright if I give her the phone?”

His heart beats in his throat, but you sound fine when you’re on. Cheery, even.

“Tomura, what time will you be home today?” You lilt.

“The fuck kind of a question is that to call over?” He rasps into the phone.

“It’s just…” your voice dips low, cadence syrupy sweet. “Could you maybe bring me some bubble tea on your way back?”

He swallows thickly. The last time you asked for bubble tea, he very nearly transcended to a different plane of existence, so yes he’ll get you some bubble tea. Buy you a freighter full of the stuff if it’s what you want. He stays on the line when the conversation’s done, distracted by smutty thoughts of what could happen later tonight, but something on the other end catches his attention. He hears laughter, yours and the boy’s.

“That’s what was so urgent?” Mustard complains and you’re giggling.

“Shut up!” comes your voice, and then more laughter before the line goes silent.

Cracks form along the glass screen in his fist.

You’re dressed extra cute in preparation for his return. Nothing but thigh-high socks, cheeky panties, and a loose t-shirt that you’ve cut up to just barely cover your nipples and ass. Bored as you are here, you’re looking forward to this. But your grin instantly drops when you see Shigaraki walk into his room. He’s told the guard at the door to call for Mustard and he’s got one of his consiglieri in tow – the one with icy blue eyes and all the piercings. He’s smiling at you but his eyes have that look in them that makes your blood run cold.

Mustard is at the door before you’ve thought of something to say to break the tension. He asks if he can help with something. He can indeed, he’s told, and then Shigaraki pulls out his Colt 45 and shoots him in the middle of his forehead.

You catch yourself, not allowing your body to betray a reaction beyond the initial twitch from the shock. You’re sitting at the edge of the bed frozen in terror.

“Get that cleaned up, will you?” Shigaraki tells the consiglieri at the door, but the man’s looking you up and down, pierced lips curved in a smirk. Shigaraki bristles. “You wanna be next, Dabi?” to which the man laughs, heading out to get the required help. You’re left to stare at the dead body of the one person you’d felt remotely comfortable around in months.

Shigaraki’s regarding you like he’s seeing you as your own person for the first time. “Eh, Sunny,” he asks, finger cupping your chin to tilt your face up towards his. He’s still got the Colt in the other hand. “You’re mine, right?”

You’re shaking, fighting not to let your eyes glaze over with frightened tears. You bite your bottom lip and try to nod as best you can with him holding your chin.

“How many others’ve had what’s mine?”

At that, you can’t stop the tears from falling.

Part of you had given up ever getting out of here and had made peace with whatever may happen to you. But this changes things. It isn’t just you in danger anymore.

Shota, your mind screams. He’s going to kill Shota.

“I-I didn’t know, Tomu. I’m sorry,” you stutter, but he shushes you, stroking the top of your head with the hand that’s holding the gun. The metal’s warm.

“Names, Sunshine.”

You consider lying, but you falter. Your past relationships are easy enough to track down on social media, and while Aizawa doesn’t do socials, you two weren’t exactly a secret. Even the look Shigaraki’s giving you seems to say that he’ll know if you’re not truthful.

And surely, not even Shigaraki could get away with murdering a member of the police force, right?

“A-a-aizawa…” you whisper, after you’ve quickly mentioned the others. Shigaraki’s ruby eyes widen.

“Detective Shota Aizawa?” he asks, and your throat burns but you nod in confirmation. He’s chuckling, grin sharp and wide and humourless.

“You’re a badge bunny?” He chuckles. “Really, Sunshine, who’d’ve guessed?”

“I didn’t know, Tomu,” you wail, “didn’t know I was yours. I was so stupid. Please. It was only a couple of dates – it m-m-!”

You stop short of saying it meant nothing, not wanting to oversell the act. 

“Well, this changes things, doesn’t it? You being a little cop-slut,” he punctuates the moniker with two patronizing slaps to your wet cheek. “I know the guy. Met him a couple times. Pretty cool, that Aizawa…” He’s quiet for a beat, seems to be considering something.

“You obviously think so,” he drawls, looking down at your small, flinching form and scratching the back of his neck. “You wanna go back to him?”

His voice becomes soft and you sob harder at the thought of being safe in Shota’s arms. You hadn’t let yourself think about him in so long. Knew you wouldn’t have the strength to carry on with your life if you reminisced about what it was like before, the happiness that you had been torn away from.

Above you, Shigaraki has asked a question, and you need to make him believe that you are his by choice. 

Steeling your resolve, you leap up and throw your arms around his waist, hugging him tight underneath his blazer.

“Please,” you sob into his shirt, “please don’t send me away, Tomu. I’m sorry about the others. I don’t want to be with anyone else, just you!”

You’re nuzzling into his chest, hands grasping at him, pressing yourself fully into his strong frame as you whimper, “just you, Tomu,” over and over. You’re halfway convinced that he’ll shoot you right there or maybe drag you to Aizawa and then shoot you in front of him, but you feel him tuck his gun back into his belt. He brings his hands to your shoulders, resting them there for a second before slowly prying you off of him. His eyes are staring into nothing, thoughts far away.

That night, you sleep alone, and you’re disgusted with yourself for what you’ve become. You were forced to remember Shouta today, and it drags you back into a world that would abhor and reject the things you’ve done to survive, how you’ve adapted.

You are repulsed by yourself for missing Shigaraki’s cool touch, his head cradled in your arms, because he’s all you’ve got. You try not to think about what will happen to you if you lose his affection. Instead, you let your mind go where you haven’t let it for months. You think about Aizawa Shota.  

You think about the last time you woke up with him beside you, and how there had been too few of those mornings in your life. He’d sometimes get one of his subordinates to babysit Eri so he could spend the night with you. And those nights, he’d be a bit different. He was always attentive and you could tell he loved being around you, but on those nights he’d be so much more relaxed because he knew he finally had time with you – just you.  

Whatever you did for the evening, it always ended up with you both curled up comfortably on your couch (your cat occupying the opposite end, slightly annoyed). You’d tell each other stories and things about yourselves and just take the time to get to know each other. His chest would be so warm under your cheek and you’d feel the soft rumble of his voice as you rubbed your palm along the rippled expanse of his torso.

Maybe your thumb would inadvertently stroke over his nipple and you’d feel his abs tighten. Gentleman that he was, he’d do his best to carry on and pretend nothing happened. Until you happened to do it again…and again.

Then he’d stop mid-sentence and use the hand that was softly rubbing your arm to lift up your chin, making you meet his heavy-lidded gaze.

“Need something, pookie?” His lip would twitch, holding back a smirk.

Rubbing your thighs together, you’d nod up at him coyly. Sometimes he’d pull you in and kiss you senseless. Other times, you’d act fast and pounce on him, pushing his shirt up to his neck, flicking the tip of your tongue over his nipple and sucking on it like you’d been thinking of doing. Drinking in his low, soft gasps and choked moans until he slung you over his shoulder and carried you to your bedroom.

And because it was one of those nights, he would take his time. He would get to know every inch of you, worshipping each and every part of you, learning you. He’d kiss from your neck all the way to your fingertips. He’d palm both your breasts and alternate between your nipples, kissing and sucking them until you were close to tears with how good it felt. He’d spend long, so long between your legs, experimenting with all the different sounds he could pull from you with clever flicks, prods, slides…

His cock would be flushed and aching but you’d have to fight to flip him over and get your turn. And then you’d do your own exploring. You knew that Shota wasn’t one to be fooled by innocent looks. But you loved how you always made his eyes widen slightly with just how filthy you – sweet little you – could be for him.

Breasts squished against the tops of his thighs, you’d frame his shaft between them and admire how it throbbed, tongue peeking out to lick at the pre dripping from his slit every time it twitched toward you. He would grunt under his breath but would really let go and moan when you sucked on the sensitive flesh just under the tip. And when you hovered with your open mouth just over him, hot breath fanning over his silky, glistening length, he’d go wild.

Sex with him was always raw, intense. He’d be tired from endless days of overtime but when it came to being with you, he was a ball of fire. On those nights, that intensity would take on a whole other form. He would go hard and deep, but his girth would drag against your walls slowly. He was in no rush, after all. With every languid pull back, he’d unsheathe himself almost all the way before thrusting back into your hole hard, stretching it out so perfectly, filling you up so completely.

If he felt himself getting close sooner than he liked, he’d pull out entirely and then prod only his flared head in and out of your cunt, just past the tight first ring of muscles. The sudden, heavily contrasting emptiness and that teasing stretch – maybe a deft pinch to your clit – were enough to make you come undone. He loved watching how your pussy contracted around his cockhead, as if desperately trying to suck him in.

He loved interlacing his fingers with yours against the pillows, kissing you, making your knees touch your shoulders as he leaned over to catch your parted lips with his. He wanted you as close as possible when he came. Loved that you let him come inside you, that you insisted on it, even.

Nothing could compare to the feeling of Shota deep inside you, every throb against your walls like a flare burning you up from the inside out as he relinquished rope after rope of his white-hot release to you.

But you never told him that. You’d held it close to you like an ace you were looking forward to play when the time was right. Maybe on a video call a year or two down the line if one of you was out of town. Or maybe on the first night you’d both call the same place “home”.

He loved when you ran your fingers through his hair as he drifted off, when he finally, begrudgingly accepted the end of your day together and let himself rest. You found out, that one morning, that he loved when you woke him up with soft kisses littered across his shoulders and neck, so you’d made a mental note to do it more often.

You never got to do it again.

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