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floswife · 4 months

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SORE LOSER - T.N X READER

Pairing: Theodore Nott x reader

Summary: Theodore and Y/n learn how to better focus their hate for each other

Warnings: SMUT, oral, dubcon..?

Author’s notes: this is my first time writing smut so I honestly apologise for how inevitably bad this will be 💀

Y/n didn’t know what it was about seeing the anger flash before Theo’s eyes when she’d taunt him, but it honestly was her main motivation when competing against him.

Like now in this quidditch match as she threw the quaffle threw the goal hoops once more, she had to turn to look at Theo for a split second just for the sake of rubbing salt into the wound. She would like to lie and say she was ashamed of her pettiness but what’s the point in that?

She had been out to get him ever since he made her cauldron explode in potions, which prompted Snape to hate her even more than he usually did with Gryffindors. Which was quite a feat, she wasn’t on a Harry Potter level of hatred but on the other hand Snape didn’t have a perpetual hard on for her mother either so that probably helped her too.

In hindsight it was a petty reason to name someone your sworn enemy, but his smug smile when he saw her turn to glare at him was enough to set her eleven year old brain off. Plus she just really liked being a hater for no reason.

After successfully winning the game she went over to Theo who was leaning against the wall, looking like a kicked puppy, she couldn’t lie, seeing him like that really did numbers on her but she wasn’t about to let that get in the way of her favourite thing to do with Theo, gloat.

“How does it feel to lose yet again, Nott?” She called out cheerily, the broad grin he loved hated so much painted across her face.

He groaned in annoyance at the sound of her voice, “leave me alone, l/n, I’m not in the mood.”

He had always been a sore loser, she laughed in amusement “or what? I’m sorry but the last I checked you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

Theo glared at her as she stood in front of him, both of them still in their quidditch uniforms, he towered over her but she did well to push that thought to the back of her mind as she had been doing ever since he annoyingly hit a growth spurt in third year. She remembered how ranted about it to her friends later on, pretending to ignore her friends knowing smirks as she’d feel a rosy blush rise to her cheeks every time she had to crane her neck to meet his cold gaze.

“Why do you always have to be such a brat?” He sneered at the girl.

“Oh I’m the brat? I’m not the one sulking like a child because I lost a match.” Y/n’s continuous retorts just made him snap.

He grabbed her wrist and yanked her to follow after him, practically dragging her, and took her under the quidditch stands.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She rubbed her wrist in annoyance at his harsh grip.

“I’m gonna teach you how to shut up.” He pushed her down to her knees and she looked up at him in shock, she looked forward and saw the prominent tent in his trousers, “now be a good girl and listen to me for once.” His voice was slightly whiny as he said that, like he was begging her.

Y/n gulped, really beginning to question her morals, but all her internal monologue silenced when he unzipped his trousers and freed his member from its constraints with a throaty groan, wetness pooled between her legs at the sound and just the sight of his pretty cock. Merlin he was big.

He rubbed the tip along her lips, the salty taste of his precum invaded her tastebuds.

“Open your mouth and put that mouth to good use.” He demanded, she did as she was told and tentatively kitten licked the tip, he threw his head back in satisfaction and let out a whimper? She then wrapped her mouth around his tip and sucked.

He moaned her name out even louder, making her moan around his cock at the sound, she took as much of him down her throat as possible, she gagged when he hit the back of her throat but she powered through, bobbing her head up and down and using her hand to pump at the parts of his shaft that couldn’t fit in her mouth.

“Fuck! Just like that. Taking me so well.”

He was groaning loudly, and she suddenly gained awareness that they weren’t exactly in the most private of places, she tried to pull away to tell him to shut up but he just wrapped a hand in her hair and pushed her back down, he began thrusting his hips and fucked her mouth, tears ran down her cheeks and saliva dribbled out the corners of her mouth as he used her as he pleased. The thought of how blatantly he was using her as just an object couldn’t help but arouse her.

“Being such a good girl for me.”

He held her head down on his cock and she struggled to breath, he twitched before releasing down her throat, he pulled out and tapped her cheek, “swallow.”

He tucked himself away and she got up and stuck out her tongue to show him she swallowed.

He now smirked, “it wasn’t that hard to listen now was it?”

Y/n was still in a haze as she tried to compose herself and have the decency to at least pretend to be embarrassed and tried to pull away but he firmly placed his hands on her hips and pulled her right back against him again, “Shut up, Nott.”

He raised his brows teasingly and she couldn’t help but grow frustrated at how he had switched the tables on her so quickly when she was so clearly set up for a win.

“That’s not how someone who just had my cock down my throat should be speaking, now is it?” His voice was mocking, condescending.

She get that familiar heat pool between her thighs once more and she remained speechless, he smirked.

“Such a shame, you were gonna get a reward for being such a good girl.”

She tried to gain her composure as she scoffed, “like I’d want it.” She really did want it

He leaned in, that stupid lazy smirk on his lips again, “so you’re not soaked right now?”

Her eyes widened and he then inched his hand from her hip to under her waistband, as soon as his fingers touched her wetness that had completely soaked through her panties she moaned lightly, her eyes rolling back at the contact she was yearning this whole time.

“Theo!” She gasped.

He pulled his fingers away just as quickly as it came he pulled his finger and he brought it to his lips to suck her juices clean from it and he hummed, “so sweet.. on second thought, let’s continue this tonight, room of requirements?”

“What-“

And just like that he left her there, needy for his touch.

She really did hate him.

But he was so hot.

Looks like she had plans for the night.

Part two?

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talaok · 6 months

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A new lesson

Pairing: step-dad!Joel miller x step-daughter!reader

Summary: Your step-dad generously offers to give you another lesson. (this is part of a series but can be read alone)

Warnings: step-incest, manipulation, straight-out lying, hence dub-con, Perv!Joel, predatory behavior, very very naive and innocent reader |Smut| oral sex ( m receiving), face-fucking, dacryphilia, and daddy-kink. And please for the love of god read the warnings and just scroll if you don’t like what you see.

a/n: @thesummerpetrichor I believe we had an agreement…

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3

He'd been obsessively looking at those photos he'd taken of you yesterday every time he could.

It didn't matter if he was at work, or if his wife was right next to him, he needed to take a look at that pretty pussy of yours or he felt like he was gonna go crazy.

He'd always known that once he got a taste of it, it would never be enough, and yesterday just proved him right.

He was so lost in the picture on his screen that your mom's voice startled him.

"what have you been doing on there for 20 minutes?"

Shit

"nothing" he shrugged, quickly switching apps "Just work stuff"

"you sure?" she raised a brow, smiling "There's not another woman I should be worried about?" she joked

Only your daughter

"never" he forced a grin, leaning closer to her on the couch to kiss her.

"good" she nodded, patting his thigh "I'll go shower more serenely then"

He watched as she stood from the couch, and waited until he heard the water running before he quickly made his way to the only place he'd been wanting to go since he came home: your room.

His dick was already hard, so what better time for another lesson?

"Oh, hi daddy" you smiled at him as he closed the door behind him, noticing how he locked it.

You were sitting on your pink bed, resting your back against the headboard while you read a book. A big t-shirt draped over your body and some soft pajama shorts underneath it.

"hi sweetheart" he smirked

"do you need something?"

"no baby, but it's time for another lesson"

He watched you frown in confusion

"but mom's home... and you said you couldn't help me when mom was home"

"I know what I said" he nodded annoyed at your sudden need to ask questions "but I was feeling generous and I wanted to help you now." he explained "If you don't want my help anymore you can just say s-"

And just as he'd predicted, you interrupted him before he could even finish that sentence.

"No, of course I want your help daddy"

"good" he nodded "then come here"

You obliged immediately, setting your book to the side on the bed and standing up to walk over to him.

"take off your shirt" he said once you were right before him.

You did as told, observing his eyes fall to your naked tits, just for his hands to reach them, feeling them as his thumbs played with your perked nipples.

"you've got pretty tits sweetheart"

"t-thank you" you blushed, your eyes falling to where he was touching you.

"Today is gonna be different from last time" he explained softly

"ok" you murmured

Oh how he loved how small your voice got every time

"get on your knees"

Once again, you obeyed.

He looked even bigger from down there, and you felt even smaller.

"now undo my belt and lower my pants"

You swallowed nervously, looking up at him

"go on" he urged

So you did. You took care of his belt, then of his zipper, and then as he said, you lowered his jeans, and they fell, pooling at his feet.

What was now in front of you, was the perfectly clear shape of his dick, hidden only by a pair of thin black boxers.

"take them off"

your fingers seeped through the waistband, and slowly, you took them off for him.

You still hadn't gotten used to it. He was just so big,

how did all of that even fit inside of me?

no wonder I'm sore.

"w-what do I do?" you asked, looking up at him with those innocent eyes of yours.

"spit on your hand, and then just like last time, wrap it around my cock"

You hesitated a moment, before bringing your hand to your lips and summoning some spit from your dry mouth.

You were so nervous your hand was almost shaking as it wrapped around him, and it might have had something to do with his expecting eyes looking down on you.

Your thumb didn't even reach the rest of your fingers, that's how fucking thick he was.

"up and down, like last time" he instructed, clearly getting impatient.

"l-like this?" you asked, gently stroking him.

"just like that baby" he breathed, his hips pushing forward a bit "Now use your mouth"

You tried to swallow some of the sand in your mouth, but all you could think of was how fucking huge he was and how he was never ever gonna fit, and how he was gonna be disappointed of you and-

"We don't have all day sweetie" he murmured

"I-I'm sorry daddy, it's just that... I- I don't know if it's gonna fit"

He stifled a smile as he answered

"we're gonna make it fit sugar, don't you worry your pretty little head about it" he cooed, seeing some of the concern melt from your eyes "Now be good and suck my cock"

You nodded obediently, and just as he'd taught you last time, you widened your mouth and took him in, or better, you took his tip in.

"you can do better than that" he tilted his head, "go deeper"

So you did, you forced him more and more into your mouth until it was halfway in.

Your hands on his thighs balled into fists, and your face started to redden.

"breathe through your nose" he instructed, watching you do it "and hollow your cheeks for me, baby"

You did as told, and a loud breath fled his mouth.

"good girl" he whispered, making that weird feeling in your belly rise all over again.

"now- just like you did with your hand, go up and down"

Your mouth felt already incredibly full, but somehow, as you started bobbing your head, more and more of him started fitting inside of it.

"that's it" he groaned, his right hand moving some hair out of your face and fisting them in a makeshift bun at the back of your head.

You internally smiled at that, and you got so focused on trying to do even better that your eyes fell down to his groin.

"No look at me" he corrected you, using his leverage on your head to pull it back so your eyes were on his again "You look at me when you're sucking my cock"

You blinked in surprise, but before you could say anything he'd told you to "go on" and so of course, you did.

Up and down

up and down

always fitting a tad more

"fuck" he murmured, trying to remind himself that he couldn't show you just how good you were making him feel, but fuck but that was a whole lot

Either he was an amazing teacher, or you were a natural.

"A-am I doing good?" you asked, leaning away, while you tried to catch your breath.

"yeah baby" he breathed, seeing that need for reassurance in your iris

"really?" your eyes lighted up, as a huge smile spread on your lips

"yeah" he cut it short "but sweetie... less talking and more sucking"

"o-oh, right" You let out a soft laugh, slowly taking him back in, but before you could get back to your old rhythm, his hand at the back of your head, had pushed his cock all the way down your throat, making you gag and cough like a maniac.

Your eyes watered, and tears started flowing from your eyes as you looked up at him, confused and a little scared

But all you could see in his eyes was fun.

You looked so pretty choking on his cock...

"it's ok" he murmured, gripping your hair to guide your head up and down like he wanted, "just-" he forced you to gag on him again.

You looked up at him pleadingly as your hands tried to reach where he was holding your hair to try and get him to let go of you without succeding.

"fuck, that's good" he groaned, finally letting you go

You broke into a coughing fit, trying to get your lungs to work normally again, but he didn't even budge, actually, he was sadistically enjoying it.

"wh-why did you do that daddy?" you whimpered, sniffling

"oh baby" he murmured, "If you want Chad to make love to you you're gonna have to learn how to do that" he explained, stroking your wet cheek " Plus, I did it to prepare you for what we're gonna do next"

Your eyes widened slightly

"w-what are we gonna do?"

A grin pulled at his lips

"Now, darlin'," he spoke, "I'm gonna fuck that pretty throat of yours"

"Wha- I"

"shh" he shushed you, placing his thumb on your lips "it's ok" he calmed you down "Relax baby, I'm here, I'm only trying to help you"

"I know but-"

"But what?" he asked, frowning as he looked down at you.

"nothing" you immediately took it back.

"that's right" he nodded "Now open your mouth and stick your tongue out f'me"

And the moment you did... the moment you did, he realized he wasn't gonna last long

"You gotta stay like that ok, you don't wanna hurt daddy, do you?"

"uh-uh" you shook your head, your mouth still open

"such a good girl" he smiled, before gently, (a gentleness that was gonna be forgotten in seconds) he placed a hand on the back of your head, and trusted his hips forward, making you gag softly.

"shit" he breathed, and then, as if he got possessed, he started going faster, and then faster, and then faster again until rivers were flowing from your eyes and the room filled with the filthy noise of your abused thoat.

"f-fuck" he groaned, forcing your head all the way down so that your nose was almost touching his crotch "Look at you... so fucking pretty like this"

You only had the time to remind yourself to breathe through your nose, and then he was already starting to push in and out of your mouth just like he'd done last time but down there.

You enjoyed seeing him breathe heavily and groan in pleasure because of you, so much so that your panties were drenched... but god it was hard to do as he asked.

"choking on my cock like a good little girl" he hissed, his hold on your head only tightening and his thrusts only fastening "Being so good f'me" he groaned "Always so good"

Your jaw was starting to hurt too much, and you just needed a little break, but the moment you tried to speak he stopped you.

"not now" he spoke, his voice hoarse and filled with pleasure "I'm about to cum baby" he explained, "you know what that means?"

You shook your head, eyes wider than ever.

"it means I'm gonna cum in your mouth" he breathed "and you're gonna swallow every single drop of what I give you,"

His chest was heaving, and you didn't think you'd ever seen him that blissed out

"but not until I say so, ok?"

"mh-mh" you hummed around his cock

"attagirl" he bit down his lower lips, trying to keep his grunts and groans down as much as he could "such a good, fucking, girl- fuck"

And looking down at you, ruined completely for him, he couldn't help but let go, filling your mouth up, until you were choking on the liquid and his cock combined.

He pulled out, his dick softening and his breathing calming down.

"show me" he ordered,

You widened your mouth even more and showed off its contents to him

His hand grubbed your chin, tilting your head up more to him, as his fingers kept your mouth open.

His eyes were fully dark with lust as he grinned, stroking your bottom lip.

"Now swallow"

Your eyes never left his as you ingested his salty spent, and the moment you did, his dick threatened to harden again.

Fuck, he should have taken a picture

"good girl, now c'mere" he gestured, inviting you to stand up, which you gladly agreed to

Your knees were killing you.

He tucked himself back into his boxers and put on his pants again, while you stumbled to your feet.

"H-how did I do?" you asked, as he busied his thumb by caressing your pretty lips.

They were all puffy, just like his eyes, and the pleasure he got knowing that he was the reason for it, was unimaginable.

"you did good" he said, making you smile "But not that good" he cooed, lying through his teeth. he honestly didn't think he'd ever come that hard from just a blowjob, " If you want Chad to want to do this, you're gonna have to get better at it"

"o-oh"

"yeah" he winced, faux empathy tracing his tone "you really need some practice" he explained "so I think it's best if we do this once a day at least"

Your eyes widened in surprise

"Once a day?"

"at least"

"y-you'd do that for me?"

"Of course baby" he smiled, before leaving a quick kiss on your lips "what kind of step dad would i be if i didn't help you?"

And at that, you couldn't help but hug him, intertwining your hands behind his neck.

"How are you feeling?" he murmured to your ear, kissing you neck, and forcing a whimper out of your mouth.

"M-my throat's a little sore"

He smirked, softly chuckling "That's normal sweetie, but what I meant was..." he explained, his right hand traveling lower on your body until he was cupping your clothed pussy "how are you feeling here?"

You moaned softly "I-I feel tingly, like last time"

"mhh, that's good" he hummed, inhaling your scent "that's real good sugar, but we don't have time for me to take care of you, so here's what we're gonna do" he said, leaning away, until you were eye to eye "I want you to take one of your pillows and hump it for me"

"h-hump it?"

"yeah sweetheart, hump it until come"

"I-I-"

"it's ok" he stroked your cheek "It's just me"

"Y-you right" You nodded

"that's my girl" he kissed you "and while you hump it real good, I want you to film yourself, and then send it to me ok?"

"why?" you frowned, a little bit confused

Again with the questions

"Because I need to know if you did it right"

Your mouth parted at that, as the realization hit you

He was just too nice

"of course" you smiled "thank you so much daddy"

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neuvistar · 1 year

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YOU’RE GONNA TAKE IT ALL

— featuring . kaedehara kazuha x fem!reader x wanderer/scaramouche

— warnings / content warnings . nsfw. scaramouche referred to as “kuni/kunikuzushi”, a lil bit of she/her pronouns, threesome, mentions of breeding, full nelson(?) double penetration, vaginal sex, belly bulge, use of nicknames, overall suggestive content ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

✦ KAEDEHARA . KAZUHA & WANDERER . SCARAMOUCHE

“can you still take it, sweet thing? we can stop if you want.” kazuha chuckled at your fucked out state, pressing a kiss on your hand, watching your legs quiver in the air, watching kunikuzushi’s cock drill into your soaked pussy, fuck.. what a sweet girl you are, taking it so well.

“no! don’t.. please! ah—“ you shook your head, choked moans leaving your mouth as you reached your second orgasm, you couldn’t think. your head fell back onto kunikuzushi’s shoulder as he groaned in your ear, causing your body shiver in his grasp. “k—kuni!..” you gasped when he hit a certain spot that drove you absolutely crazy. kunikuzushi hummed in your ear, god he couldn’t get enough of you, kunikuzushi absolutely despised you for that. he hated you for always making him feel this way.. he hated that he craved you and your body, he hated how much he loved the way your juices coated his cock in white, he hated how much he desperately wanted to fuck you absolutely stupid.

“let’s see if you can take the two of us at once, sweet thing.” kazuha murmured, sliding his dick across your cunt before slowly inserting himself inside, fondling with your breasts as you squeezed your eyes shut, the stretch.. the pleasure.. kunikuzushi’s cock drilling into you was already enough, you were so lost. the only thing you could think of was how both of them slid into you so easily, the stretch from their thick cocks pleasured you just right and hit all the right spots. sounds of wet squelches followed by skin slapping against each other was all that could be heard.

“we’re gonna breed you so fucking much, fill you to the damn brim.. and you’re gonna fucking take it all, you got that?” kunikuzushi unhooked his arm under your knees, slapping kazuha’s hand away to caress your pretty tits, pinching your nipples as he inhaled your sweet scent.

“m—mhm! m’gonna.. mmf!— take it..”

“that’s a good girl.” kazuha praised, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. his lips curving into a smirk, grabbing your hand and letting yourself caress your own stomach as you fluttered your eyes open, gazing down to see a bulge. “isn’t that nice, we’re in there, fucking you so well and you’re taking it so good like the sweet girl you are, hm?” your mouth hung open, drool dripping down the side of your lips. you couldn’t take it, you were losing it slowly, your body grew even more sore, your tits bounced helplessly, fucked so much to the point your little hole was reaching it’s point.

“kazu.. kuni please!” you sobbed, eyes sparkling as kazuha wiped a tear with his thumb. “you got it, sweetheart” he kissed your tears away, cupping your chin.

“fuck.. i’m gonna—..” kunikuzushi gasped, your walls clenched around his cock and kazuha’s. he thrusted into you one last time before releasing inside, kazuha doing the same, both filling you up with their cum. they both pulled out of you, carefully placing you on the mattress as cum dripped from your hole, staining the sheets. “now look at the mess you made.”

“you both did that! you and you are gonna help me clean.. i’m exhausted” you whined, lifting yourself off the bed to go wash up, that is until you felt a hand on your wrist.

“ah ah ah. who said we were done with you?”

tonight’s gonna be a long one, huh?

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gravid-transluna · 17 days

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Same Boat

words: 1415

content: birth denial, fpreg

Danae would do anything for her partner. Their dates were always doting and private. With her menacing tattoos and biceps like knotted wood in her cuffed sleeves, she’d scared away any men looking to prey on her pretty little girlfriend. Even when she was pounding her with a thick strap, she always prioritized Leah’s preferences, made sure she was happy and drooling and sweetly stroked.

Their simultaneous pregnancies didn’t change anything. Danae was still Leah’s fiercest protector, even as her abs slackened and swelled, and her masculine body lost some of that refined muscle. Sure, it was a little hard to get around sometimes with that belly, but nothing Danae couldn’t handle.

When it came time for Leah’s labor, Danae did everything she could to make their home comfortable and relaxed. Candles, a hot bath.

“You didn’t have to go through the trouble,” Leah laughed, holding her own prominent swell.

She wore one of Danae’s old workout shirts and a slim pair of panties. The way the fabric stretched and slipped around her navel was an undeniable turn-on.

Danae smirked. “Anything for you, princess.”

She tried to avoid touching or stroking her own belly. For the past couple days it had been twinging with sympathetic contractions. She’d kept stoic through them, at pains to not stress Leah in any way before her birth.

The strongest contraction yet had Leah clinging to Danae, mousing her hands through her short locs. Their bellies were pressed together, both flexing, hard with contractions. Danae held Leah in her thick arms, bearing her own contraction soundlessly.

“Uhhhmf,” Leah groaned, sobbing. “There’s so much pressure, baby!”

“I know, baby,” Danae said, a little breathless. She massaged Leah’s overburdened back. “Breathe, now.”

“Ohhhh, oh, I CAN’T.”

Suddenly, fluid soaked both of their thighs. Leah’s legs trembled, weak and slender. Danae supported her, firmly grounded.

Danae left Leah squatting in the living room as she made her way to the kitchen, trying, failing to conceal her pronounced waddle. She returned with towels and dried the mess. On all fours, she suffered another contraction. What she hadn’t revealed to Leah was that not all the birthing fluid had come from her; Danae’s own water had broken. Her eyes widened slightly as her belly tensed beneath her—this contraction was accompanied by the strong urge to push.

Fortunately, Danae was stronger. She gritted her teeth and mopped up the rest of the puddle as the urge pounded through her. Every muscle in her body surged with effort and willpower.

Leah grunted. “I gotta push, baby! Oh, shit! I gotta push so bad!”

“Urgh. Hold it in,” Danae said through gritted teeth. She was speaking to herself just as much as she was speaking to her girlfriend. Sweat beaded at her temple. “Hold it in. Gotta check you first.”

Leah closed her eyes, managed through it with panty grunts. Her legs were permanently spread in a deep squat now. As though a switch had been flipped, she suddenly began to remove her shirt, hiking it up over her belly, then her head. Fully nude, her body glistened. She glimmered in a haze, heavy and feminine.

Danae was overcome with the same desire to strip, broiling in heat, her body sensing the closeness of the baby in her canal. She resisted, remaining in her tight undershorts and sports bra.

Danae positioned the towel under Leah, though her own knees were sore and could have used some relief. She painstakingly braced herself on one knee, dropped stomach resting heavily on her broad thigh.

“God,” Leah breathed, head thrown back. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be,” Danae said, quickly checking her. “I’ve got you.”

Her pussy was familiar as ever, as was Danae’s fingers inside her. She felt Leah’s slick vaginal walls clamp down on them.

“Ooh, I gotta push!” Then, squeezing— “Gotta—I’m PUSHINGGGG! Mmmfgh!”

“You’re good, baby,” Danae said, removing her fingers. She was still kneeling as Leah squatted deeply before her, bottom thrust in her face. Danae’s belly went hard again, as though encouraged by Leah’s furious pushing. Her face snarled and twisted, piercings raising and she flared her gums. The urge to push washed over her again.

Not yet, she thought. Don’t push yet.

Despite her efforts, her body was beginning to bear down against her will, slowly inching the baby through her canal.

Somewhere, dimly in her mind, Danae was in wonder. We’re feeling the same urges, the same stretch, the same weight. It was as though their bodies were one.

Eventually, Leah’s perineum began to bulge, red and irritated, then the head slipped into her pussy.

“Ooh!” She cried. The head was spreading her cheeks.

“Ugh,” Danae grunted. “Good—hrgh—good girl.”

She cupped the head. Birthing fluids spurted and dripped around it as Leah squatted into another groaning push, forcing the head to a full crown.

The sound of relief as Leah pushed was too much. Under Leah’s din, Danae quietly succumbed to her own body. She pressed her lips together, straining, giving in. Her powerful push immediately thrust the baby down between her hips. God, the head was huge. Leah’s hips had widened over the course of her pregnancy, something Danae had delighted in, but her own pelvis remained somewhat narrow, barely wide enough now for the coming head. Danae couldn’t worry about hospitals or stuck heads now, though. Even as she bore down against her tightly wedged baby, she kept her hand on Leah’s crowning pussy as the baby slowly parted and bulged her lips, spreading her open. Leah moaned, bending her knees, scrabbling for any bit of leverage. The skin of her pussy grew taut, an enraged red, then almost white. She would tear if it ripped through any further.

“Baby, you gotta—shi-i-it—you gotta slow down,” Danae demanded between her own pushing.

“I CAN’T, I can’t!!” Leah howled, so Danae pressed back into the crown, gently holding it in place as Leah pushed uncontrollably.

At the same time, Danae heaved with a huge, forceful push. Her well-muscled body exerted like a machine. She finally let loose a deep groan as she bore down, and the baby creaked and opened her pelvis. A wet bulge grew in her undershorts. They tightly contained the crown. Held fast, Danae and Leah were in the same boat.

“Let it come, ohhhh, please let it come out,” Leah was moaning.

Her pussy was stretching properly now, the blood returning to its color, and only at the end of her push did Danae realize this. She cursed herself, guilty for forgetting Leah for even a moment. She eased the counterpressure from her hand, and Leah screamed the head out.

“Check—ing—cord,” Danae gasped.

“Hurry,” Leah panted, mouth open, lolling her head.

Danae held her own pussy as she checked with one hand. Her undershorts were working in her favor for the time being, preventing the trickling crown from growing any wider.

“You’re good, mama,” she grunted. “Push our baby out now.”

Leah shuddered as the shoulders rotated. She shouted, and with a douse of birthing fluids the baby slipped into Danae’s waiting hands.

“Holy—shit, mama!”

Leah sank to her knees and took the baby, cradling. She looked up at Danae tenderly, smiling tiredly as their baby began to suckle.

Her eyes widened.

Danae had raised herself from her knees to a solid squat, thighs tensing, shorts tented with a crowning head. Her belly thrust hard on her midsection, and milk stained her sports bra. Even as she bore down like a warrior, she’d never looked more proud.

Then her eyes met Leah’s. She managed a smirk. “Guess it’s my turn now, huh?”

#fpreg #giving birth #birth denial #labor kink #birth kink #pregnant kink #fxf romance #dom/sub dynamics

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harmonictechnicality · 11 months

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*my humble offering to @steddie-week (and the s4 anniversary!) | ao3 link here*

Like most bad ideas, it starts with a question. Eddie is sitting on the ground, messing with the laces on his sneakers. Tying, untying. Mindless shit.

Steve is taking up the whole damn park bench, practically laying on it. Hasn’t said a word in the last ten minutes.

And Eddie sort of hates the silence. Would like Silence to get decapitated with a chainsaw or something equally gruesome. Needs that particular volume to die the loudest death possible. For the sake of irony, of course.

So Eddie kills it - the silence, that is. The lull taking up all this air between him and Steve Harrington.

He kills it with a question:

“What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done?”

Steve’s head snaps in Eddie’s direction. “What did you say?”

“You heard me.”

“Fuck, I don’t know, man.” Steve sort of twitches, right between his eyebrows. Shoulders going lopsided, unnaturally angled. Uncomfortable.

Eddie shouldn’t be feeding off this tension so much. Judging by Steve’s body language though, the answer must be a good one.

He leans forward, almost singing the words. “You sure about that?”

Pushing is fun, darkly playful. Eddie enjoys getting under people’s skin, crawling around till they shrivel up. Is it wrong? Morally unethical? Well… the verdict is still out on that.

Besides, he’s been around Harrington enough lately to know that it doesn’t take much to make him surrender.

“Fine.” Steve huffs. He lifts himself to a sitting position, knees bobbing up and down. It takes all of Eddie’s leftover energy to not gloat about how easy that was - how quickly Steve caved. Teasing can (will) come later - right now, he wants answers.

Secrets.

“So, Robin and I went to this party in the city… got pretty shitfaced.”

Eddie throws his head back. “Lame.”

“Story’s not over.”

Oh? Interesting. Eddie places his hand over his heart, then waves it back at Steve. “My sincere apologies. Continue.”

Steve rolls his eyes, clears his throat (not that he needed to but whatever). “Anyways, she somehow convinced me to go to this tattoo parlor with her. Said her friend worked there and she wanted to visit them, so-”

“Wait wait wait. Don’t tell me this story ends with you getting a butterfly tattoo on your lower back.”

“Will you stop interrupting?”

There’s this serious expression in Steve’s eyes. A combination of dark colors and pure annoyance. Eddie is sane enough to know that annoyance isn’t something he should find endearing, but he does. On Steve.

Just a little.

He shrugs, and Steve continues. “Well, it turns out her friend wasn’t working that night. But the piercing lady was working and was like… superpersuasive.”

“Look, Munson, I don’t remember many details after that. Like I said, totally shitfaced. I just know when Robin and I woke up the next morning, we were so fucking sore. And not like, hangover sore either. We were sore in the same exact place. Right here.”

Steve’s pointer finger is gesturing at his stomach. Right in the center.

No. Absolutely not. Either Steve had severe stomach pains that night, or he’s suggesting that…

No.

“Yeah. There you have it.” Steve says. Blankly nodding into space. “Stupidest thing I’ve ever done is get a matching belly button piercing with my best friend. Jesus christ, that’s freaky to say out loud.”

The Silence sneaks up on him. Stabs Eddie in the back when he isn’t looking because he’s too busy trying to imagine Steve Harrington with a piercing of any kind. Let alone the most famously slutty kind.

Wrong, so very wrong. He should never let the words slutty and piercing clutter up his imagination while thinking about Steve. The silence has been too long now. Gotta say something, anything.

“Bullshit.” His tone is harsh. Doesn’t mean for it to be. “There’s no fucking way.”

Steve pouts, crinkles his forehead. “I swear on my car - I’m not making this up.”

And see, here’s where the bad idea comes in. This stormcloud of pouting and piercings and chest hair, it’s all becoming dangerous. That urge to provoke is in Eddie’s bloodstream. He has to tip the scale, twist the knife of chaos as far as he can. Self control is out the fucking window.

“Prove it then.”

“Fuck off, Munson.” Steve laughs, maybe scoffs. Either reaction is a little confusing. “Seriously, this isn’t truth or dare.”

The truth is already out though. It’s the dare that Eddie is hungry for. “You can’t just drop a nuclear statement like that and expect me not to ask to see it.”

“Technically, you didn’t ask.”

Eddie clamors over to Steve, all theatrics and fake agony. “Please, Lord Harrington.” He clasps both hands together, rests his cheek on Steve’s knee. Batting his eyelashes till Steve cracks a smile. “Let me see the metal that has punctured thy skin. I beg of thee.”

Steve shoves him off. “You’re such a dork.” It’s lighthearted, barely qualifies as shoving. He’s become way too decent for actual aggression these days.

A fact Eddie tirelessly clings to when Steve stands up. Lifts the bottom of his shirt and puts it in his fucking mouth.

“Holy shit.” Eddie mutters. No time to consider how pathetic it comes across.

In theory, this should all be stupidly unattractive. The way Steve holds his shirt between his teeth. The way he mumbles incoherent shit between the fabric in his mouth. The way he keeps pointing at it, poking it.

That shiny, teardrop-shaped metal. Just… hanging from Steve’s belly button, swinging slightly with every small movement. Eddie’s eyes start to swing with it, back and forth. Back and forth. Maybe those roadside hypnotists are onto something, because the dumbest piece of jewelry has Eddie captivated.

He could just be captivated by the guy attached to the dumbest piece of jewelry. Piercing.

Jesus Christ. Eddie really didn’t think his life could get any weirder. But here he is. Staring at Steve Harrington’s belly button piercing. Fucking mouth-breathing at the sight of it. Probably seconds away from salivating.

He really should consider seeing a licensed psychologist. Fix his terminally horned-up brain once and for all.

“It’s…” Eddie swallows, his eyelids feel heavier than his stare. “Not what I expected.”

The fabric drops from Steve’s mouth. Unevenly falls around his waist... hips. “What were you expecting?”

To laugh. To mock. Threaten blackmail for six lifetimes, maybe more.

Instead, Eddie gazing at it the way people gaze through telescopes. He peers lower, tries to see if it’s silver or gold. Hard to tell at sunset. None of Eddie’s typical instincts are sinking in. All he wants is to feel the metal rolling over his tongue or get it trapped between his teeth. See how it tastes mixed up with Steve’s skin.

“Fuck.” Yikes. Eddie didn’t mean to say that out loud. Straightens up from his questionable position, does it so fast that his spine sounds like bubble wrap. “Sorry, sorry.”

What the hell is he apologizing for? Cussing? Having a skeletal structure? Christ almighty, he’s a mess.

Steve’s lips spread into a grin, doesn’t look like his own. Looks more like the kind Eddie might give after pulling off a successful decoy in one of his campaigns. “What’s wrong with your face, man?”

“My face?”

“It’s all…” Steve trails off. Sighs and sits back down on the bench. “Nevermind.”

Eddie reaches up to his cheek, understands exactly what Steve is referring to. He feels feverish to the touch, must be a shade of red that is so deep, it’s noticeable in the darkening sky.

“Sorry… sorry.” Steve hangs his head. Seems troubled even though Eddie is nailing that particular routine all on his own.

“Think that’s my line.” Eddie jokes.

“Right.”

Silence is lurking around them yet again. Eddie hates it, but he’s running out of steam here. The embarrassment is on display, his cheeks and neck covered in splotchy red patches. His voice is higher, somehow, as if his vocal chords are shrinking. He’s undergoing a crisis and crush simultaneously and it is not an attractive look for him.

“Just go ahead and get it over with.” Steve says. Interrupts whatever cynicism that’s currently brewing in Eddie's head.

“Get what over with?”

“The teasing.”

“Oh that’s not… it’s um… you don’t…” Eddie can’t pick an appropriate response. They’re way beyond politeness and niceties. And any bullshit he tries to pull isn't gonna be convincing. So it’s best to stay honest. Embarrassing, but honest. “I think it looks pretty good.”

“You do?” Steve looks softer.

“Yeah. I mean… Bowie probably has one, and he’s a fucking superstar so. Uh. Yeah.”

“Bowie, huh?”

“I like Bowie.” I like Bowie? What a beefhead answer. Eddie joins Steve on the bench, hopes it distracts from that very un-cool line.

“I like Bowie too.” Steve messes with his hair a bit. Elbows Eddie in the side and chuckles. “You should get one.”

“A piercing?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t hold your breath, man. I’m not letting that nightmare creator you described anywhere near my lower abdomen. Not gonna happen.”

Steve reaches out, runs his knuckles down the bridge of Eddie’s nose. Stops at the crease of his nostril. “What about one right here?” His voice is even, calm. Too calm for what he’s asking.

His hand is warm, slightly calloused. The only two thoughts Eddie can process without going fully catatonic. Steve’s hand is on his face and it’s warm.

Slightly calloused.

“Uh. Dunno.” Eddie says. A hoarse whisper in reply. “Probably not.”

Steve scoots in closer, never taking his hand off Eddie’s face. Just moving it around. Exploring. He brushes along to Eddie’s ear this time. Holds the edge of it between his thumb and index finger, looking straight at it.

“What about right here?” Steve’s eyes stay fixed on Eddie’s ear. Every touch seems natural, just questions that involve connection or something.

Internally, Eddie is dousing flames. Fanning them left and right. Running in circles, fucking clueless on how to properly calm down. Be civil. Be Dude Civil. His breathing is so rapid, he knows it. Can hear it between them, collecting space. Decides it would be best to mimic Steve. Fix his eyes only on him, borrow the stability as much as possible.

“Mmm… maybe.” Eddie gets stuck on the ‘mmm’ sound. That’s how good it feels having someone touch him like this. Careful, yet heavy in curiosity. Rolling the tip of his earlobe between two fingers, just enough pressure to create heat.

It warrants that sound.

Steve’s glance drifts before his fingers do. Eyes landing on Eddie’s lips, slight hesitancy before his hand follows. Eddie has to hold his breath now. Minimal oxygen is the only way he’ll survive this moment, which makes no fucking sense, but it does all the same.

“Here would look really good.” Steve slowly traces the curve of Eddie’s bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. The back and forth pattern is disarming. Makes Eddie’s lips part, mouth slightly open.

Just enough to speak. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

If Eddie passes out from lack of oxygen, he’ll regret it. He’ll regret not taking the risk, finishing what Steve has started. Because this surpasses friendly touching.

This is charged in electric shockwaves.

Eddie dips in, kisses Steve before he can move his hand out of the way. Steve makes a sound, not even a surprised one. It’s sweeter, laced in relief. Eddie pushes in, wants more, whatever he can get. Has his fingers wrapped around Steve’s wrist, the same hand that’s dragging down his face, his neck. Stopping at his chest.

Every rumor is true, that kissing Steve Harrington is like the gates of heaven opening up. That his tongue could work miracles on amateur lips with a few licks and curls. But no one ever told him about the noises he makes - and those are the best fucking part. Heaving breaths, pleased whines, each one captured with Eddie’s mouth before they get any louder.

Maybe that’s it. Maybe those are just for Eddie. Reserved for kissing him.

Goddamn, he’s delusional. Completely delirious from kissing a dude with a belly button piercing.

There’s a light getting brighter, almost approaching them. Eddie opens his eyes, quickly backs off while Steve does the same. Has to literally detachhimself from wherever his hand was busy wandering all over Steve’s body.

Headlights pull into the nearby parking lot. Eddie squints to get a better look at the car. It’s Robin and Vickie, showing up fashionably late as always. Sure, he’s grateful that it’s just them, the queerest people in his circle of weirdos. And while they’re reasonable people with shit like this, even they’dbe shocked to know that Eddie and Steve just sucked face for a solid three minutes. Probably best to not mention the gory details, not tonight. Eddie hopes Steve is thinking the same thing.

Both of them stand up, rearrange themselves to look presentable. Less tousled and kiss-bitten. Steve spends a few extra seconds with his hair before turning to Eddie, eyebrows high. Likely a non-verbal ask if his hair is looking as godly as ever.

Of course it does. Looks even better knowing Eddie’s nails were just digging into it.

Steve is a few steps ahead of Eddie, heading for the girls, when Eddie does it again. Kills the silence with a question.

“Can we… do this again?” It’s edging on desperate, he’s so fucking aware of that. Self control really proving to be a major downfall with him tonight. Should definitely consider taking classes, train his willpower or some shit.

Steve stops walking. He doesn’t turn around, doesn’t even look at Eddie as he speaks. “My place.”

Oh. That’s… wow. Unexpected. Eddie jogs up to Steve, beside him. Way too eager now, sort of buzzing for more information. Hints of excitement or maybe a smile. Anything, really. He’s at that level of weak for this guy.

Steve just keeps walking, but leans in, right next to Eddie’s ear. The same one he messed with earlier. His voice is quiet, but Eddie hears every damn syllable:

“I’ll leave the window unlatched for you.”

For him.

Maybe Eddie isn’t completely delusional after all.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddieweek2023 #day six: true #truly truly dumb and fun #major himbo and major himbo-enjoyer #was this an excuse to cause chaotic piercing headcanons? always.#okayokay I hope you like Eddie drooling over Steve on this fine Saturday afternoon xx #*bows and scurries back off into my writing corner*

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baldval · 22 days

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Hey I hope you're having a good week! I'd love to request something nsfw and dark for a Velvette x reader one shot if that's okay. I was thinking Vox and Val have disappeared, the reader knows who's responsible but won't say. This leads to Velvette kidnapping them to try and get the information from them (as sensually or painfully as she wants)

LOOSE CHANGE!₊˚⊹♡

characters: dark!velvette x sub!reader

wc: 1.1k of pure filth

warnings: 18+ MDNI, reader has a 😺, noncon/extremely dubcon, slapping, sex toys, spanking, degradation, humilliation, orgasm denial

You wake up abruptly, your face slightly burning from the slap that had awoken you.

You find yourself tied up to a pole, your wrists sore from how tight the ropes were.

The room you were in was seemingly empty, except for a closet and, of course, the person keeping you captive.

"Velvette. What the fuck am I doing here?" She slaps your face again, making your head turn.

"I'll be the one asking the questions you bitch." She kneels down to meet your face. "Besides, I'm pretty sure you know what you're doing here."

"I genuinely have no idea." Another harsh slap.

"Don't try to act dumb with me, tell me who is responsible for Vox's disappearance and I'll play nice alright?"

"Who is Vox again?" you said, sarcastically.

"I have my ways of making you talk, you know?" She says. Your whole face tensed up, preparing yourself for another slap.

Instead, you feel the cold air hitting your chest as you realise Velvette cut your clothes open, leaving you naked in front of her.

"What the fuck?" You ask, as you pull your knees up to your chest in an attempt to cover yourself up.

"No, no, we won't be doing that right now." She roughly flipped you around, your face facing the floor, propping yourself up on your elbows, while your ass was perfectly exposed for Velvette.

You tried to scurry away from her hold but she only chuckled.

"Oh come on, I can smell your wet cunt. Don't act like you don't want this."

Her hands went to your ass cheeks, kneading the skin and digging her nails in to make you wince.

“You know, if you’d just told me the truth, you could have been safe and sound back at home by now. But you're a lying piece of shit, aren't you? And what must we do with liars?", She spoke harshly. You dropped your head, trying to cover your face and hide how humiliated you were.

“Liars get punished.” She mumbled.

She raised her hand and cracked it down hard on your ass, cupping at the skin while your whole body was jolted forward and you let out a pained whine.

"Last chance to tell me where the fuck Vox is."

"Fuck you."

"Nah, I'll be the one doing the fucking."

She spanked your ass over and over, leaving a red raw handprint on your sensitive ass cheek. With each smack, your body was thrown forward. Your legs caved inwards, as if to shield your cunt but over time, Velvette noticed just how wet and swollen it was.

You cried out each time, throwing your head back.

"Are you ready to tell me the truth?" You keep quiet, partly because you didn't want to tell her anything, partly because you didn't really know if you would be able to talk. "I'll take that as a no. So you can take a spanking huh? Let's see how well you do by the end of the night."

She traced her finger along your dripping pussy, gathering some of your arousal and bringing it to her mouth to taste it.

"Tastes like you’re not very sorry for lying, I think you’re enjoying this too much. Did you plan this?" She smirked, taking a break from the punishment to admire her handiwork on your abused ass cheek.

Your chest dipped to rest on the cold floor, burying your face even more in the floor while your ass remained in the air. You were tired and Velvette could tell. Yet the way you still had yourself presented to her suggested you were able to take more.

“Why don’t we make this more interesting, huh?” She teased as you swallowed thickly in anticipation for what was to come next.

She walked over to what looked like a closet and took something out of it that seemed to be a vibrator. You look back towards her, not moving from your position in fear she would spank you again.

“I’m gonna put this inside you, since your pussy must be so greedy for it from the way it's fucking dripping. And I’m gonna keep spanking you. Got that, slut?” She explained, pressing the toy back into you and angling it so it could stimulate your two favourite spots perfectly.

You moaned at the intrusion and gripped the ropes that held your wrists. Velvette laughed. "God, you really are enjoying this."

It didn’t even come to your attention that she had selected a paddle for the latter half of your punishment. You only realised once the cool wood hit your mistreated ass cheek and you screamed.

“Like I said, whore. Liars get punished.” She smirked as you whined.

“Now show me how much of a fucking whore you are and fuck yourself on this toy.” She commanded. "Remember I have total control over you, unless you decide to tell the truth." You reluctantly started to grind yourself on it. "Of course it's too late for that now." Every time the vibe had bottomed out inside you and your ass cheeks met her arm, she spanked you with the paddle again.

You became a squirming and moaning mess as the mixture of pleasure and pain took over. You held tightly to the ropes as you began to fuck yourself faster at the cost of being hit more times with the paddle.

“Velvette.” You panted desperately. “I'm gonna cum.”

"So now you feel like talking huh?" She hit you harder with the paddle, prompting a shriek from you. "I don’t fucking think you will cum."

Skilfully, she kept a close eye on the situation and monitored as you were just about to cum. A hard smack with the paddle was accompanied with her pulling the toy out of you, denying you a much needed orgasm.

Yoy cried out in despair, your legs clenching together and your full body writhing as you mourned the loss of pleasure you had been so close to receiving.

"Oh my god, you're so fucking horny I bet you even forgot you were being kindnapped." One hand massaged your sore ass. "You truly are a slut."

"I'm just not a snitch"

She chuckled loudly. "Yeah sure. From the way you were screaming and moaning before, I think you are really enjoying this whole 'not being a snitch' thing." She said sarcastically. "However, I do need you to tell me who kidnapped Vox though" She held your hair in a made up ponytail and dragged your head towards her, making you arch your back even more.

"I won't tell you shit."

"Hmm... I actually think you will, because now I’m gonna show you what I really had planned for you, and it includes a lot of cumming, or not, if you don't tell me the truth."

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette x reader #cursed cat alastor #hazbin hotel smut #velvette smut #hazbin hotel x reader smut #velvette hazbin hotel x reader

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daisies-daydreams · 11 months

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Hey, how are you doing?! btw I like your work and If you don't mind can you please write were 141 + könig is defending they're kids while ur scolding at them 👉👈 🥺💞 can you write plz

Word Count: 1.6k+

A/N: Hello! I'm doing fine and dandy today, thank you! And thank you for your request! Honestly, I can see all of the 141 and König being such good papa's. 🥰 I hope you enjoy!

D/N = Daughter's Name, S/N = Son's Name

Simon “Ghost” Riley

“What were you thinking?” you scowled. Simon stood next to you as he shifted his attention back and forth between you and your daughter. (D/N) pouted as she stared at her feet. The walls of your hallway were covered in crayon markings, from unicorns to dinosaurs. You had just put a fresh coat of paint on them a few days ago, too.

“I-I’m sorry,” she sniffled. Your brows furrowed as your face turned beet red.

“Still, you shouldn’t have drawn all over the walls. Mommy worked hard to make it look better and you just messed it up,” you spat. Your daughter suddenly burst into tears. You blinked, regretting instantly flooding your chest. Simon knelt down on one knee just as you opened your mouth.

“(D/N), why did you color on the walls, baby?” he asked while staying at eye level with your little one. She rubbed her eyes and sniffed.

“I-I wanted to make it look pretty l-like Mommy was doing,” she hiccupped as she pointed at the messy mural on the wall. Simon turned to you, raising a brow. You sighed as you dropped to your knees as well. Your husband patted your back, then squeezed your shoulder with one of his rough hands.

“See? She didn’t mean any harm, love,” he said. (D/N) nodded, tears and snot streaking down her face as she gasped in between her sobs.

“I’m sorry I got mad, (D/N). Will you please forgive Mommy?” you asked. She nodded before she came up to hug both of you.

The three of you spent the evening cleaning up the drawings, though you made sure to spend some time coloring with her on actual paper afterwards.

König

Your son’s shoulders were slumped as he held his hands behind his back. You thrummed your fingers against your forearms and you crossed your arms. Shattered glass lay on the hardwood floor, a gaping hole in your living room window. A baseball rested near the opposite wall.

“I-It was an accident,” he stammered. Your nostrils flared as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“You need to be more careful, (S/N). What if that ball hit someone?!” you scoffed. The boy’s eyes were misty as he swallowed a lump in his throat. Your husband suddenly stepped through the back door, a baseball mitt in his hand. He clapped a hand over your son’s shoulder.

“Please, don’t be upset with him, Maus. I was the one who missed catching the ball,” he claimed. Your eyes shifted back and forth between your two boys. You sighed and shook your head, your facial features relaxing.

“Alright-but you’re going to have to clean up your mess while I call about replacing the window,” you said. König nodded. Your son looked up at his father before running to grab the broom and dustpan from the linen closet. You tilted your head as (S/N) gazed up at you.

“It was our game-so we should both clean it up,” your boy said with a firm nod. You and König exchanged small smiles as he grabbed your husband’s free hand and bounded off to clean up.

John Price

Your jaw felt sore from how long you had it dropped. Your son giggled as he did a little dance in place, his entire body covered head to toe in peanut butter.

The same peanut butter you just bought from the store.

Your jaw clicked as you looked at the empty tub at his feet. You took a deep breath.

“(S/N)…What. Did. You. Do?” you asked through gritted teeth. His smile faltered at your sour tone.

“I gave myself a peanut butter bath!” he beamed. “Now you don’t have to clean me up later, Momma!” he giggled as he raised his arms. Your entire body radiated with frustration.

“No, now I have to give you a longer bath because you got yourself all dirty!” your voice suddenly raised several decibels. (S/N) winced.

“What’s all this, then?” your husband, John, asked from behind you. You whipped your head around, tongue twisted too much to even explain what happened. Your son bounced up and down when he saw his father.

“Look, Papa! I gave myself a bath!” the boy giggled. John blinked before bursting into laughter, tears of amusement pricking at the corners of his eyes as he grabbed his stomach. Your anger quickly dissipated as you reflected your husband’s expression, letting out a small chuckle of your own. John wiped at his eye as he stepped forward, scanning your son up and down.

“Your a cheeky lad, you know that?” he mused. Your son laughed as John picked him up and spun him around, not minding the substance that clung to his clean clothes. His sea-green eyes lingered over to you.

“He didn’t mean anything wrong by it, hun,” he shrugged. Your son nodded before licking at the corners of his peanut-butter covered mouth. You laughed.

“You’re right-I’m sorry, (S/N),” you apologized as you came up and kissed his temple. He giggled and swatted at you playfully.

“Momma! That tickles!” he squealed. John chuckled as your son hid his face in his father's shoulder. “C’mon, (S/N)-let’s give you a proper bath,” John said.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

“FUCK!” your daughter’s small voice screamed. Your eyes widened as you snapped your head up. She still wore a cheeky grin as she spilled a few more grapes on the floor before repeatedly shouting the explicative at the top of her lungs. Your brows furrowed.

“(D/N)! No ma’am!” you frowned as you shook a finger at her. The young girl’s smile fell as you proceeded to chew her out. “We don’t use those bad words!” you barked. Her bottom lip trembled as she hid herself under the table.

“It’s not her fault,” your husband said from the adjacent hallway. You turned to him as he walked towards the table. He knocked on the surface a few times. Your daughter replied after a few seconds of silence with her own rhythmic knocks. Johnny smiled as he crouched down and guided her back to her seat. He kissed the top of her head before looking at you. You raised a brow, expecting an explanation.

“(D/N) may or may not’ve heard a certain word from a certain someone…that someone being her daddy,” his cheeks turned slightly red as he rubbed the back of his neck. You frowned.

“You son of a-”

“Careful. Don’t want her learnin’ any more words,” Johnny said with a raised brow and a smirk. You instantly closed your mouth. Your daughter stared at you sweetly, her head slightly tilted.

“Right,” you muttered. You turned back to your daughter. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, (D/N). You’re not a bad girl-we just can’t say bad words like that because it can hurt other people’s feelings. Okay?” you said. She nodded, her face lighting up slightly.

“Okay, Mommy,” (D/N) smiled. She paused for a moment as she hummed to herself, deep in thought. “Can I say ‘ass’?” she asked innocently. Johnny hid a smirk behind his hand as he stifled a laugh.

You're going to kill him.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

(S/N) swung his feet as you strapped him into the booster seat. Your husband cocked his head as you slammed your door shut, your nostrils flaring.

“Everything alright, love?” he asked. You raked your hands over your face as you glared back at your son. He bobbed his head along to the sound of the song playing on the car radio.

All of you were on a family day out when you remembered you had to grab a few things from the store. Your son wanted to come into the store while Kyle had to take a sudden phone call from Price. Your son pointed at the cashier and asked “Momma-why is that lady so fat?”. You couldn’t erase the shocked look on the woman’s face even if you could try.

You apologized profusely as you took your receipt and quickly hurried out of the store, your son complaining that you were holding his hand too tightly. You frowned as you stared at the young boy.

“Nothing. Let’s just go,” you waved as you rubbed your temples. You didn’t have the capacity to have a talk with your son at the moment. You’ll wait until you get home. Kyle shrugged as he put the car in reverse. The ride back home was rather quiet, minus the songs playing and your son singing along. Your husband pulled up to a stoplight, slipping his hand into yours.

“Why was that lady so fat?” your son asked. You slapped your other hand on your leg as you spun your head around.

“(S/N), we don’t say things like that, ever!” you shouted. Your son shrunk in his booster seat, his lips curving into a frown. “That is very, very rude! How would you feel if someone said something like that to you?” you demanded. Your son sniffed as he wrung his hands together.

“Love, please,” Kyle said. Your face was completely red as you looked back at him. “He’s only four-he doesn’t know any better,” he said calmly.

“I-I was just trying to be honest like you told me, Mommy,” (S/N) pouted. You unclench your jaw as you look into your son’s misty, chocolate-brown eyes. You exhaled through your nose as your shoulders lowered.

“It’s good to be honest, son. But we can’t say certain things because it might upset people. We need to be careful with our words,” you explained. Your son tilted his head as he resonated with your words.

“Okay, Mommy!” he said before going back to dancing to the music on the car radio. Your husband smiled at you, squeezing your hand gently as he moved the car forward.

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babyyweebbitch · 1 year

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Pregnant S/O trying to grab something from the floor

i thought this would be cute. i didn’t know who else to write for 🧍🏾‍♀️

content warning : female reader , pregnancy ,

Jill Valentine

during your entire pregnancy Jill barely let you lift a finger — you both moved mid pregnancy and she had Chris help move so you didn’t have to carry anything. now you’re in your 8th almost 9th month and recently doing stuff has been pretty challenging. like getting your shoes on, walking around because your feet and back have been sore as hell.

you were in your bedroom folding clothes even though Jill told you not to and she could do it once she was done moving stuff in the baby’s nursery you both did. you had dropped your underwear on the floor and you cursed to yourself as you tried to lean down to get it. you were in pretty awkward positions while trying to bend down. you tried the famous hand on the back squat… didn’t work. tried bending down normally, belly was in the way and stopped you. you tried millions of positions before Jill walked in and panicked

“baby?! what are you doing?!” she went over and stopped you from trying again. you stood up straight and jill took note of the piece of clothing on the floor. she picked it up and placed it back in the laundry basket before helping you to sit somewhere

“i almost had it honey…”

“i’m sure but still — why didn’t you ask me? and why are you folding the clothes?” she asked, rubbing the top of your head as you caught your breath

“i got bored” you looked up at her and smiled, she smiled back

“well… i’m glad you started but i said i would do it…”

“i feel bad that you’re doing everything… i can do some things too yaknow — i’m not completely useless”

jill kneeled down and placed her hands on your knees and looked at you “babe… you’re not useless — i’m just worried you’ll hurt yourself, you’re almost nine months pregnant. and stress on your body right now isn’t good at all. bending down puts alot of stress on your back especially because the baby is so big already”

“i know…. i still feel bad”

“look , we both can fold the clothes. you can sit on the bed, put some music on and we can finish what you started!” she suggested, you thought for a second before you nodded and she helped you on the bed. you both started folding the rest of the laundry together and talking about her work. jill thinks of you as fragile glass and will do anything to reduce any stress on you or the baby. you two are way too important to her..

Chris Redfield

you’re currently 7 months pregnant and your baby bump was big… during one of your doctors visits you were convinced you were having twins… but the doctor told you it was just one baby… one very large baby. she explained that it was because of Chris’ genes and his size that the baby is so big. she told you not to be surprised if the baby comes out 10-11 pounds.. and as your belly grew the harder it got to do tasks.

while you were cooking dinner chris was in the garage working out like he normally does. he had no idea you started dinner until the smell of food cooking entered the garage. he placed the weight down and made his way towards the kitchen you were in (the house you live in has two kitchens so he had to find which one)

while you were stirring something you had bumped the bowl with your hand it the spoon fell onto the floor. Chris heard the metal hit the floor and you sigh right after and he practically jogged to the kitchen, he saw you try and bend down but he quickly stopped you and picked up the spoon

“babe..” you said, standing back up as you watched chris get you a new spoon to stir with

“don’t bend down… it’s not good for your back”

“chris, i’ll be fine”

“says the lady after her back breaks from bending down while pregnant with a 10 pound baby” he said, handing you the spoon. you shook your head and took it from him. you silently laughed to yourself and chris stood behind you, hands on your hips and chin on the top of your head

“and the lady’s neck breaks from a 230+ man leaning his head on hers” you said, chris laughed and kissed your cheek

“why don’t you let me do this?”

“letting Chris Redfield cook? a redfield?”

“you’re married to this redfield”

“i know” you pretended to sound disappointed and chris gasped dramatically. that caused you to laugh and you playfully butt bumped him away

“that was so rude!” he joked

“i try to be”

“stop trying to bend over by the way”

“never”

#resident evil #resident evil 3 #resident evil 5 #resident evil 6 #resident evil 7 #resident evil village #resident evil vendetta #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine #jill valentine x female reader #chris redfield #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield x female reader

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chaosromanoff · 2 years

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Their perfect little secret (WandaNat x Fem!Reader) +18

Summary: No one knows Wanda and Natasha have another member in their relationship, which happens to be you. After being hurt on a mission all because you tried to save them, they take care of you.

A/N: English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes you could find on this one-shot.

Warnings: Smut involved, mommy!Wanda, daddy!Natasha, kinda rough sex, strap-on (r recieving) mature language. 18+ only, minors DNI!

(gif not mine! credits to the creator)

Ever since your favorite redheads set their eyes on you, you became their priority. They were always taking care of you, even on missions and on public eye. It was a secret you three were in a relationship, so everyone thought you were like a little sister to them and that's why they were so protective around you.

That night, you returned from a mission with both of them by your side. You had bruises all over your body and small cuts on your face, all because some moron was attacking Natasha and Wanda wasn't close enough to kick them with her magic because she was fighting with someone else, so you went to fight their enemies to save your beloved redheads.

They sat you on their bed and stood in front of you. To say they were mad was an understatement.

"Listen, baby." Wanda started. "We know you're strong, but you need to be more careful."

"We could have lost you." Natasha said. They both were angry.

"And I could have lost YOU." You shouted with tears in your eyes. "Both of you"

"Y/n..."

"I'm sorry, ok? I just can't handle the idea of loosing both of you. I don't want you to be mad at me, I love you two so much."

Wanda and Natasha felt their hearts melt at your words, but they were also hurting because you were crying.

"Shh, hey." Wanda cooed, grabbing your face.

"It's ok, princess." Natasha murmured cleaning your tears. "We're not mad at you. We were mad at the idea of loosing you."

"You know we love you, right?" You nodded at Wanda's words and she approached her face to yours, kissing you lovingly. "Thank you for being my saviour today."

"Our saviour." Natasha said, kissing you just seconds after that. Her kiss was full of passion and love, you almost melted. "Our brave princess..." She murmured on your lips. "... you were incredible. But you don't need to risk your life to save us."

"That's my job." Wanda told you, kissing your neck. You chuckled knowing Wanda was immortal, but soon all of your thoughts faded away when Natasha's knee pressed your still clothed centre and you couldn't help to moan.

"You need to be quiet, princess." Natasha said. "You're still our little secret."

"The most perfect secret." Wanda mumbled biting your skin. Soon you all started to take off your clothes and you had to bit your lip when you saw your girlfriends' bodies. "We know you're sore right now, so we are going to do all the work tonight, is that ok baby?"

"Yes, mommy." You answered and Wanda's eyes turned dark as they always did when you called her like that.

"Such a good girl." She mumbled kissing you and biting your inner lip. "Let mommy ride that pretty mouth of yours, darling." You nodded and soon after that, Wanda sat on your face and you started to eat her out.

Her moans filled the room and you were so fucused pleasuring her that you almost jumped when you felt Natasha's fingers on your cunt.

"Relax, detka. Daddy wants to play with you before she gives you her cock." You shivered at Nat's words and focused on her touch, now letting wanda completely move her hips to pleasure herself with your tongue.

You moaned when Natasha inserted a finger in you, the vibrations of your sound traveling through Wanda's body and almost sending her over the edge.

"Fuck, baby, you're making mommy cum." She whispered. "Do you want mommy's cum on your sweet mouth?"

"Yes please, mommy." You managed to say before Wanda grinded herslef against your tongue again, harder and almost painful for you. But you enjoyed that.

Wanda's body started to shake when she reached her peak, you could feel her thighs trapping your face between them while you continued moving your tongue in circles, not wanting her to move from your mouth.

She knew what you wanted from her, but she wasn't giving it to you. Wanda pulled your hair making your face move away from her centre.

"You wanted to overstimulate mommy, princess?" She asked you and you couldn't answer. "You know you're not allowed to do that unless mommy or daddy tells you to. Maybe you deserve a punishment after all. What do you say, Tasha?"

"She certainly does." Natasha said with that husky voice of hers and it made you shiver.

Natasha inserted the 9-inch dildo inside of you in just one movement. You had to bit your lip to surpress your screams but they still came out as whimpers. Your eyes filled with tears and Wanda cleaned them as soon as she saw them.

"You can take it, detka." She said while Natasha started to fuck the hell out of you. Her pace was rough, hard and fast, but the pleasure you were feeling was something you couldn't explain with words.

"You're doing amazing. Daddy's perfect little girl." You almost moaned at her words, but you remembered you couln't be heard. You were a secret for the rest of the world, even if in that very moment you felt like a treasure under Wanda and Natasha's eyes.

"Faster, daddy." You managed to say, but Natasha didn't hear you. "Fuck, please. Fuck me faster, daddy."

"As much as I love hearing you begging me, you are being punished, malyshka." The older redhead told you and you saw her smirking. "And don't you dare to cum without my permission. Why don't you make mommy cum again with your mouth?"

You couldn't say anything because Wanda's body was on top of you once again. Your tongue entered her and her moan almost made you cum. You focused on Wanda, but the knot in your stomach was about to explode, your body was shaking like crazy and your muffled moans were unstoppable.

"You can cum after you make mommy cum." Natasha told you and made you eager to make Wanda cum once again on your mouth. A few seconds after your movements got faster, Wanda moaned your name as her second orgasm came. "Such a beautiful sight. You can cum now, Y/N." You followed Natasha's orders and your release came in that moment, you then felt her body tense and knew she came as well.

"You were amazing. Both of you." Natasha said after a few minutes. You smiled and hugged her and Wanda. "I don't know how I got so lucky."

"Our little secret right here is our lucky charm, Natty." Wanda mumbled kissing your lips and then Natasha's.

Even if you loved to be called "their secret", now you kinda wanted to express your love for them publicly, or at least just in the compound. Would it be that bad?

That's when you started to think... What if you told them you wanted to tell the world you were theirs?

#wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #fem reader #black widow #natasha romanoff fanfic #wanda maximoff fic #wandanat x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat oneshot #one-shot #marvel one shot #natasha romanoff x fem reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #mommy wanda

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theamityelf · 15 days

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"Be still, don't move" + Makoto/Nagito

(Okay, I leaned pretty wholesome for the Kamuegi one, and I already have a hunch that this one is taking my brain in another direction, lol. If someone wants wholesome Komaegi, all you have to do is ask!)

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Makoto woke to the sound of someone humming.

His whole body was sore– a soreness only interrupted by a few distinct points of sharp pain –but he could feel that he was in a pretty comfortable bed. As he worked his eyes open, he had to fight against the interference of crusted tears that seemed to momentarily cement them shut. Which told him that he'd been asleep for longer than normal.

"Ah. I thought my terrible singing might wake you up. Sorry about that."

He focused his gaze on the face hovering nearby. He felt the vague, niggling familiarity that meant he was supposed to remember that face. He'd recovered a lot of his school memories, with the Future Foundation's help, but some things took longer to come back than others. And surviving a helicopter crash didn't help.

Wait! The helicopter!

"I was just very excited to get to tend to your wounds, is all," the stranger (or non-stranger) continued. His tangled, white hair stuck out in so many directions, it seemed to defy gravity; a ratty, striped shirt hung loose on his narrow frame; and a peculiar radiance in his eyes spoke to an excitement that was triumphing soundly over a deep physical exhaustion. "Of course, for your sake, I wish you had someone a lot more competent to assist you. But for my own, well...I am of course more than glad to serve you any way I can." A pink flush filled his cheeks as he offered up a strangely enthusiastic smile.

Makoto shook his head, baffled beyond words. "Serve me? Where are we? Where's...?" He shut his eyes for a moment, focusing. "I was in a helicopter. The...The city was under attack, and my sister...My friends..."

"Wow! You're so selfless, for someone who broke his leg in a helicopter crash."

He noticed, then, that his knee had been crudely bandaged into a thick makeshift cast. "Broke my leg?"

"Well, I'm no doctor, so I suppose you can take my words with a few grains of salt. It might not be exactly broken, but...I wouldn't recommend trying to walk on it."

Oh, that was never in question.

"It's funny. Your sister isn't nearly this injured. Did you try to shield her with your body, or...are you just that unlucky?" He seemed to delight in the question.

"You saw my sister?! Where is she?"

The delighted expression sobered into an apologetic smile. "I’m sorry to say that she isn’t here. She was made a prisoner of the Warriors of Hope. Ah, sorry! I shouldn't use such an inapt title in front of you, of all people. But I was able to hide you away from them. Fortunately, this house’s previous owners no longer have need of it. Very lucky for us, don’t you think?"

The second reference to luck stirred something in Makoto's mind. A name was trying to rise to the surface, very slowly...But he couldn't focus on that right now. "Who are the Warriors of Hope? What do you mean, my sister is their prisoner? And...are we still in Towa City? How long was I asleep?" His voice cracked as it became too painful to support it; it felt like he might have at least one bruised rib.

The non-stranger laid a pacifying hand on him, smiling besottedly. "There's no need to strain yourself. The world's savior has more than earned a nice, comfy spectator seat for this round. It's someone else's responsibility to prove hope supreme, right now. It would be far too easy for you. Not worth your time."

"But you said my sister is someone's prisoner!" Makoto tried to sit up, but the pacifying hand turned restraining, guiding him back down to the bed. He couldn't try again; the pain that had flared in his ribs would have grounded him if the hand hadn't.

"Be still; don't move. Ahh, the pull to heroism that emanates from you...It's a good thing I'm here to serve you, or who knows what you'd get into. Haha, just imagining it almost makes me feel faint..." One of his hands grasped his opposite arm, whereas the other remained in his lap. The latter was covered by a thick-looking mitten. (It reminded Makoto of Mukuro's tattoo and Kyoko's scars.) He looked giddy, exultant, and it didn't make sense. It didn't go with the horrible things he'd said. Something was seriously wrong here!

A part of a memory came into focus. A part of a name. "Ko...Ko-something..."

The non-stranger froze, suddenly looking almost fearful.

"Isn't that your name?" Makoto asked. "I'm sorry, I still have trouble remembering some things..."

Kyoko and Byakuya both had warned against being too open about what he did and didn't remember. They said that telling anyone how unreliable the recovered memory sometimes was, risked informing enemies that they could pretend to be friends. He knew that he should be more careful, but he couldn't shake the feeling that this person was a friend, or close to a friend. Maybe...a fond acquaintance?

But the look of alarm on his face seemed to mean Makoto had made some kind of mistake. "There's no need to remember me! I'm nobody. I don't deserve to be named by someone as incredible as you. Oh, I certainly hope you haven't been wasting your mental energy on something so pointless. I wouldn't forgive myself!"

"Hey, it's okay," Makoto said. "Please, I just-" He winced. Yeah, too much talking for his poor ribs. "Just need you to explain," he whispered, "what's going on here. The city, my sister..."

Ko-something's face softened at the first sign of pain. He dabbed the sweat from Makoto's face with a cold rag, smiling dreamily all the while. "Poor hope. As I said, you're not allowed to be the hero for this round. Your sister is alive. The city is...well, it's certainly not thriving any longer, but it's not entirely defenseless, either. And you are perfectly safe here. I will use my every breath to ensure that, especially."

Makoto wanted to say something, but the throbbing in his ribs forced him to just focus on breathing, for now. There were so many things he needed to follow up on, with this person he had definitely known before. Why was there a chain around his neck? Why did he seem to know everything that was happening? What was happening? Where did he know him from? Was it from Hope's Peak? What did he mean when he said he didn't deserve to be named? And what did he mean by all that servant stuff? Why had he saved Makoto and not Komaru, if they had been in the same crash? If it was just Ko-something alone, it probably would have been impossible for him to carry two people at once...Most likely, he'd carried Makoto first, because he was so injured, and then he'd gone back for Komaru and found she'd been abducted by those Warriors of Hope people. That made sense, right?

And he still hadn't gotten an explanation about the Warriors of Hope. The name sounded friendly, but the assertion that they were keeping Komaru prisoner definitely didn't. Ko-something had said the title was inapt.

There was so much going on, and breathing hurt.

"My friends," he said weakly.

"They're both alive, too," Ko-something assured him sweetly. "Everyone is alright. They all have their parts to play. And you" (He wiped the cool rag over Makoto's lips, even though there definitely wasn't any sweat there. He did sometimes drool in his sleep; maybe some of that had dried on him?) "just have to enjoy your vacation. Consider me entirely at your disposal to make your stay here more comfortable. Unfortunately, I can't always be at your side; I do have another job. But I'll give you a way to call me, and I promise you I will always rush right over. Nothing over there is more important to me than you. Oh! And you can call me Servant." That smile seemed...really genuine.

Komaeda. That was his name. Komaeda. And...he was from Hope's Peak. Another class. Another...

"You're like me," Makoto realized. "Ultimate Lucky Student."

Komaeda's smile tensed into a rictus of...what looked bizarrely like shame? "You can call me Servant," he reiterated, almost desperately. "Or whatever else you'd like to call me. I can understand if you don't think someone as unworthy as me should be allowed to be called a servant to the Ultimate Hope himself."

"This is wrong....I...I just-"

"I'm privileged to be under the sound of your voice, but I think you should hold off on talking much right now. It's clearly taking a toll, and I wouldn't be a very good servant if I let you puncture a lung." He presented a bottle of medicine and poured a bit of it into the cap. Makoto noticed he held the bottle between his knees to open it, rather than using both hands; his covered hand still lay in his lap. But he did use that hand to hold the cap steady while he poured into it. "This should help with the pain and help you to get some real sleep. Here."

As Komaeda brought the medicine to Makoto's lips, he could just hear what Byakuya, Toko, or Hiro would say about accepting medicine from someone so suspicious. But...he was already at Komaeda's mercy in every other way. He couldn't move, couldn't leave. His hacking gun was nowhere to be seen, and he had no way of calling for help, at least for now. If Komaeda wanted to hurt him, why would he have gone to the trouble of bandaging him and...?

After only a moment's hesitation, Makoto parted his lips and took the medicine.

Komaeda's pupils dilated slightly. "Thank you for your trust," he breathed, maybe more exultantly than Makoto would have liked. "I swear, for all my filthy word is worth, that you will not regret it. I'll guard you with my worthless life, I'll keep you abreast of all the good news, I'll attend to your every need until my final breath. Of course, I mean, until the battle is won. Of course, I will return you to your friends once the danger has passed. Yes, of course."

The tone Komaeda used when he said "of course" reminded Makoto of the many times Komaru had dismissively said that she'd get to something "later" and then inevitably forgot.

"Komaeda?" he tried to say, but he found that his speech slurred on the way out. He blinked and found that his eyelids were heavy.

"Shhh," the upperclassman shushed him, with adoration in his eyes that didn't match the friendly but casual rapport Makoto remembered from school. "Don't fight it. As I said, my hope deserves a good rest. I'll be back with your dinner by the time you wake up. I'll...try to have something that's worth eating, heheh."

#danganronpa #komaegi #my fanfic #nagito komaeda #makoto naegi #servant nagito #naemeshi #is that a thing?#komaegi udg au #yandere nagito komaeda

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achaotichuman · 5 months

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I rewrote the scene where Feyre comes back to life cause I could. I think there was someone on here who mentioned that the Feyre death scene should’ve had Rhysand and Tamlin hovering over her going ‘shit is she breathing?’ And that’s pretty much what this is.

The world was blurry, going slow and fast at the same time. Like she was dragging herself through thick tar Feyre forced her chest to move as she took in a shallow breath.

“Shit, is she breathing?” Someone said.

“I don’t know Tamlin, she died a second ago.” Another voice said, a voice she recognised. She recognised both voices actually.

“Well check her fucking pulse Rhysand! Is she alive?!” Tamlin, that was Tamlin talking. To… Rhysand?”

Warm fingers pressed to her neck, “She’s alive! She’s got a fucking pulse!”

“Thank the mother! Take another breath Feyre! Breathe!” Tamlin demanded.

“You can’t demand the dead to breathe, Tamlin.” Rhysand said.

“She’s not dead, dickface!”

Feyre took into another pain-filled breath, why did everything feel like it was on fire?

“See! That was a breath,” Out of what must’ve been sheer panic, Tamlin started vigorously shaking her, “Breathe woman! Breathe goddamnit!”

“Don’t shake her like that!”

“How do you suggest I shake her then, Rhysand?!”

Rhysand then started shaking her by the shoulders, “Live Feyre! Fucking live!”

“You can’t demand the dead to live, Rhysand,” Tamlin threw Rhysand’s own words back into his face.

Finally Feyre opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Tamlin’s unmasked face and Rhysand’s hovering right over her, so close she could see every freckle on the bridge of Tamlin’s nose, and a small scar underneath Rhysand’s eye, so faded that only this close did she notice it.

“Why are you two so close to me?!” Feyre’s voice was scratchy and so sore. Her words were slurred so badly it was barely a sentence at all.

“She lives!” Rhysand said as he sat back on his heels, hand on her chest and head tilted up like he was thanking the Mother.

Tamlin was still close to her face, hands going all over her, checking for bodily injuries, for signs of her falling back into comatose, “Are you alright? Does anything hurt?Areyoubleeding?Areyouinjured?Doyouneedtositup?WhatcanIdotomakethisbetter?”

“Shut up for starters!” Feyre demanded, eyes falling closed again, she was so tired.

Then a bucket of ice water splashed over her face. Feyre choked and shot straight up, coughing and spluttering as she desperately gasped in air.

Whipping her gaze up she saw Lucien standing above her with a now empty bucket, “You’re alive!”

“Yes I am alive.” Feyre hissed.

“Thank you Lucien.” Tamlin said.

Feyre kept heaving in breaths until she finally calmed down. Then she leaned back into Tamlin’s embrace, who had also managed to calm down as much as he could. He wrapped his arms around her and held on tightly. Feyre felt something warm being draped around her, when she opened her eyes she saw Rhysand putting his jacket on her whilst she was wrapped in Tamlin’s warmth.

Lucien went down on his knees, placing the bucket beside him. He put a hand to her head, then two fingers to her jugular, “You’re alright, you’ll be alright.”

She’d live. She was alive.

“You did it.” Tamlin whispered into her hair.

“We all did it.” She whispered back.

#I don’t know why I wrote this #boredom probably #feylin #tamlin #rhysand #lucien vanserra #pro tamlin #pro lucien vanserra #acotar meme #acotar #acotar fanfic

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cowgurrrl · 9 months

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Please Leave a Light on When You Go

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (except this is all backstory)

Author’s note: Just a quick something

Summary: “I was a girl gulping a woman’s grief.” - Melissa Febos, from “Call My Name” [1.3k]

The moment you step through Mrs. Carmichael's door with bruised scratches on your face, Jane runs into your arms and collides with your sore body. She smells like pine soap and Mrs. Carmichael's apartment. You feel like you could collapse into her but don't let your knees buckle. Without hesitation, she looks behind you and gives you a confused look. "Where's Adam?" She asks.

"Let's get you home," you say as you scoop her backpack off the kitchen table. Mrs. Carmichael watches you sadly, but you try not to look at them for too long; otherwise, you'll break. You dig the apartment key out of your pocket and hand it to Jane. "Why don't you go put your stuff away, and I'll be right there, okay? Can you say 'thank you' to Mrs. Carmichael for watching you?"

"Thank you," Jane says as she moves past you and down the hallway. You watch her slide the key into the lock and push the door open until she's safe in the apartment. You tear your gaze away from the door that suddenly feels too scary to walk through. All his stuff is still there, exactly like he left it. You're pretty sure his unwashed coffee mug is still on the bedside table. You swallow around the lump of bile in your throat as you look at Mrs. Carmichael.

"Thank you for watching her for so long. I can, uh… I can repay you for whatever food she ate and whatever else. I know it's not fun getting stuck with someone else's kid for that long." You say, but she shakes her head.

"She can come over whenever she needs to for as long as she needs, and I told her that." She says.

"You really don't have to do that."

"I want to," she stands her ground in that gentle yet firm tone. You try to smile at her as you walk away, but she catches your elbow. "Are you okay, baby? You look like you've been through the wringer." She says, and you chuckle.

"Yeah, something like that. I'm alright. Just sore." You shrug her motherly hand off your arm, but she lingers nearby. She saw you and Adam leave together yesterday. Now, she only sees you. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what happened.

"He was a good man. Always brought me extra rations when I needed them. Never hurt a fly," she sighs as she stares at you. "I'm so sorry, honey."

"Thank you." Accepting condolences feels strange, and you're not sure what the right thing to say is, but she reaches out and squeezes you again. You figure you said more than enough. You turn and leave her and her condolences and watery eyes.

When you enter the apartment, it feels frozen in time. His book is on the dining table set with three chairs that will never be completely full ever again. His jacket is hung over the edge of the couch where Jane is sitting, and you know his clothes will still be piled in the corner when you enter your bedroom. Carefully, like you're walking hallowed ground, you walk over to Jane and sit next to her. You take her hand in both of yours and squeeze as you try to find the courage to tell her the only father figure she's ever known isn't coming home.

"Mommy?" She asks, and you hum in response. "Where's Adam?"

"You know how sometimes Adam helps me with work?" You ask, and she nods. "And you know how sometimes I get really hurt doing my job?"

"Like right now?" She asks, pointing to the scratches on your face.

"Yeah, like now," you say. "I was working with Adam, and we… got into some trouble, and we both got hurt. But Adam made sure I was safe and helped me because," your voice breaks and you wipe away a stray tear. "He was my partner, and you do that for people you love. But I couldn't help Adam. He got really, really sick, and he died."

"Did he get Infected?"

"Not completely. He was still him when he died," you say, and she nods as the weight of the information settles over her shoulders. "And I know things like this can be really sad and scary, so if you have any questions, you can ask me, and I'll do my best to answer them."

"Does your body hurt from being in trouble?" She asks, tracing a scabbed-over cut on your hand and avoiding your eyes.

"Yeah, it does, but it's okay. I'll be okay."

"Did dying hurt Adam?"

"Oh, sweetheart," you breathe. You wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her into your chest. Partially to have her so close and partially to hide your tears from her. You kiss the top of her head and sniffle. "No, Adam didn't hurt. He just fell asleep. It didn't hurt him."

"You swear?" She asks, and you take a deep breath.

"On my life." You say. Those three words are enough to make her immediately start crying into you. You grieve together. You'll never have a grave or a memorial site for him, but you have this. You have crying together on the couch until your bodies start feeling like they could never produce another tear ever again. You have her, and she has you. That's not nothing.

You don't know how long you stay there, wrapped up in each other in mourning. It could've been minutes. It could've been hours. You just know that when exhaustion tugs on your eyelids, you can't find it in yourself to enter your bedroom. The bed will still be unmade and just a little too big without him in it. You can't face that. Not yet. So, you shift Jane in your arms like you did when she was an infant and let her lay on your chest. She snuggles into you and takes a shaky breath whenever you start playing with her hair, which always gets her to fall asleep.

"I really loved Adam." She whispers against your skin, and you have to fight the thick emotion in your throat before you can respond.

"I know, baby. Me too," you say. "But just because he's not alive anymore doesn't mean we can't still love him."

"But how will he know?"

"Because he always knew we loved him when he was alive. Why would it be different now?"

"I didn't tell him I loved him very much." She says, guilt lacing her voice. You kiss her temple and rub her back.

"Me neither," you sigh. "But when we had dance parties in the kitchen or ate breakfast together, there was a lot of love there, right?" You ask, and she nods. "Even though we didn't say it very often, he still knew. He'll always know." She falls silent, and you think she finally fell asleep, somewhat satisfied with your answer. You close your eyes and fight off memories of yellow eyes, bloody teeth marks, and single gunshots. The images feel heavy enough to weigh you down, drowning you until you have no air or strength left. You've lost people before but never like this. Never so suddenly, so traumatically.

"Mommy," Jane's little voice breaks you out of your spiral, and you look down at her. "I love you. I just wanted to tell you in case..." she trails off. You sit up and hold her face in your hands so she has no doubts about what you're about to tell her.

"I love you, too, and there's no way I'll ever forget you love me, okay? And I'm not going anywhere. Ever," you say it with so much determination that it shocks even you. "You are my little girl, and I am your mom. It's always gonna be us."

"Forever?" She asks.

"Forever," you confirm. "It's you and me, kid. Against the world."

#when you’re lost in the darkness #look for the light prequel #tlou fic #the last of us fic #joel miller x reader

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Chapter 3 - Intruders and Trenchcoats

Unable to get answers from Lucifer, Y/n tries to take her mind off her worries. She is soon interrupted by an angel in a trenchcoat.

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I wake up to a pounding in my head and a pain in my lower back. This time it doesn’t take me long to recall the memories of the previous night. The searing pain, the screaming, the fight. All of it sends a shiver down my aching spine. I hug my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth, my mind running a hundred miles per hour. No. No. No. This can't be real. I’m going to wake up in my crappy motel any moment now.

“Ah, you’re up!” Lucifer clasps his hands together, flashing me a cheery smile, rising from the chair sat a few feet from the bed.

I don’t respond, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of an answer. His eyes squint, my silence clearly bothers him, but he doesn’t mention it.

“Right, well I got you something.” He snaps his fingers and a tray of fluffy waffles with sliced strawberries and drizzled syrup appears in his hand. He places it in front me, taking a seat at the end of the bed. “Come on, it's your favorite and you haven't eaten in nearly 24 hours.”

“How could you possibly know that? Have you been stalking me?” I snap, taking the fork to pick at a ripe strawberry on my plate. I hate to admit it, but it smells amazing, my mouth waters.

“No,” he scoffs. “Well, yes, but that’s irrelevant. I already know everything there is to know about you Y/n. Your favorite weather is rainy days in the summer, Jack Daniels is the only brand of whiskey you drink, you chew on a strand of your hair when you’re focusing, and your favorite book is a cheesy romance novel you’ve read thirteen times,” he says with a sly smile.

I recoil, feeling taken aback. It’s true, every word he said was spot on. He must have been watching me for a long time to pick up all of that.

I casually tuck the fork away in my sleeve, careful not to draw attention to it.

“So you’re a psycho and a creep? Charming,” I reply in a sarcastic tone.

He smiles a twisted smile. “I guess you could say that.” He scooches closer and I could feel that familiar soft buzzing feeling pulling us together, it's almost soothing but I fight it off.

Feeling repulsed, I drop the tray of waffles on the floor, kicking it across the room. I don't care if it came off as juvenile or that my stomach was practically begging me to eat something, I wasn’t going to give in that easily. I make harsh eye contact with him, crossing my arms to show my defiance.

He looks disgusted at the scattered food, sticky syrup dripping on the floor, then turns his attention back to me, the feathers on his wings frilled out like an angry cat. “You humans always were so childish.” He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “You’ll change your mind. in time you’ll learn to trust me.”

“I will NEVER trust you! You violated me!” I try to yell but my voice cracks, still sore from the screaming and sobbing the night before.

“Oh please, don’t be so dramatic, Y/n. I told you the pain was temporary and now you’ll be better off. You can thank me later.” He winks, sending a rush of fury through my veins.

“What did you do to me?” The words drip from my tongue like venom.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it my beloved.” He pats my head, running his fingers through my knotted hair.

“Let me go,” I demand, my head held high. “I promise I won't tell anyone what happened if you let me go home.” It takes all the strength in me to keep my voice steady. Now is not the time to appear weak.

He glares at me, disappointment clear on his face.

“....please,” I ask him nicely this time.

“This is your home Y/n.” He gestures around the room, feeling slightly frustrated. “With me.”

I stare him down, hate evident as I fight the tears that begin to well up in my eyes. I'll be damned if I let myself cry in front of this monster ever again.

A tall woman with striking black eyes knocks on the bedroom door and enters the room, slipping inside in a snake like fashion. She’s dressed head to toe in dark clothing with long straight black hair that falls to her shoulders.

Lucifer looks clearly annoyed by the intrusion. “What?” He snaps at her coldly.

She walks closer, shutting the door behind her, covering her mouth with her hand and leaning in close to whisper in his ear.

He scowls and for a second I swear that his eyes turn a darker red, much like the way they were in my dreams. “Very well.” He shoos her off with a flick of his wrist and yet again, we're alone.

Me and the Devil, face to face.

“I have some business to attend to, i'll be back in a bit, my love.” He strides up next to me, placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head.

I don’t dare say a word. Any time away from him is a blessing. Maybe I can devise a plan to get out of this poorly disguised prison.

“Feel free to explore, but don’t try anything stupid, I have this place surrounded by my demons.”

Demons, of course she was a demon. On a typical day learning that demons are real would be greatly distressing to me, but considering the turn of events in the past 24 hours, it doesn’t phase me much at all.

He pats me on the head, a gesture that I'm sure he intended to be caring but came off as controlling to me. There's a loud sound of wings flapping and then he’s gone in the blink of an eye, leaving me alone to stew in my own thoughts.

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After what felt like hours sitting on the bed, running through all the possible scenarios in my head of what the fuck I've gotten myself into, I push myself out of bed, cautiously exploring the extravagant room around me.

The soft carpets under my feet are black and fluffy, made of a wool material that was most likely harvested from some expensive animal.

Embedded in the charred brick wall are colorful stained glass windows, displaying scenes of dark biblical stories, all of which starring the fallen angel, Lucifer, himself. They portray the story of his fall from heaven and his triumphant rise to power in Hell, one pane at a time. It's no wonder an egotistical man like himself would choose to bathe in his own greatness in such a way.

I open the drawers of a black wooden dresser and to my surprise they’re fully stocked with clothes all in my size and style, even down to the specific local shops I prefer to buy from. Some of them have odd little holes in the back of the shirts, but I don’t waste my energy focusing on such miniscule details. There’s more important things at hand.

Finally, I reach the large shelves on the wall that tower far above me. They’re filled with hundreds of hard covered books, fitted together like pieces of a large abstract puzzle. I run my hands down the spine of the books in front of me. Half of the shelves are stocked with aged leather bound books that are written in different languages, most of which I don’t recognise and labeled with symbols I can’t quite put my finger on. The rest of the books are brand new, all of them are titles that I have either read and enjoyed or plan to read in the future.

How could he possibly know what books I plan to read? I had never even written that information down.

I grab a book that has been on my reading list for quite some time, Good Omens by Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, hoping to find some sort of comfort in the pages. The story did little to take my mind off things considering the main characters were an angel and a snarky demon, a stark reminder to my current situation.

Just as I had started to get into the story, mindlessly flipping through the pages, a loud BANG sounds outside the room and I scramble to my feet in a panicked hurry.

Shit. Shit. Shit. He’s changed his mind. He’s come back to kill me after all.

I rush to the door, peaking my head around the crack, being as silent as I possibly can. To my surprise, Lucifer was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there is a full out battle taking place in the kitchen between a group of 5, what I assume to be Lucifer's demons, and a scruffy man in a tan trench coat. He presses the palm of his hand to the forehead of a demon and the light inside him flickers, before the demon screams in pain, dropping dead on the floor as the battle continues.

His lifeless eyes stare at me, charred holes burned into his skull where the eyes once were.

Although I feel thoroughly shocked and confused, I use this chaos to my advantage and make my escape. I rush past the fight, leaping over the bodies of demons littering the floor. Their blood forms sticky puddles that squish under my bare feet. I’m almost at the door when I feel strong hands wrap around my waist pulling my back.

“Where ya going girly?” The nasally voice of a demon whispers in my ears. His breath reeks of cigarettes and booze. He let out a low startling laugh that shook me to my core.

I struggle for a moment, before pulling out the fork I had stashed away in my sleeve from breakfast. I whip around in his arms, using my full force and stab him directly in his wretched black eye. He lets out a wailing scream, dropping me to cradle his deformed eye, fork still plunged deep inside.

With no time to think, I push myself up and start running, slamming the door shut behind me.

The house is surrounded by thick woods, trees covering every line of sight. Completely secluded. He was smart to choose a place where no one could possibly find me, not that I would have anyone looking for me in the first place.

I just can't seem to bring myself to care at the moment. The only thought on my mind is that I need to put as much distance between myself and the house as I can. This may be the only chance I get and I'm not gonna waste it. I run as fast as my legs will take me, running on sheer willpower and determination.

The foliage is so thick that very little light shines through at all. Every movement in the shadows starles me, my mind conjuring up all sorts of nightmarish explanations. The pine needles and tree roots twist under the soles of my feet, it hurts like a thousand repeated stab wounds simultaneously breaking the skin, but my adrenaline keeps me moving. The sound of birds chirping that would usually soothe me on a sunny day like this sounds more like an alarm that danger is nearing closer. A world that feels so familiar, yet suddenly so hostile.

The house is far out of sight but I don't dare stop running. I made that mistake last time, I won't allow it to happen again. My heart drops to my feet as I hear the familiar sound of the rustling of large wings behind me.

Of fucking course he found me! I was foolish to think I could ever escape Lucifer. I’m suddenly stopped in my tracks, unable to run any further as an invisible force pulls me back. What the actual fuck is going on?

Every ounce of strength in my body is nothing compared to the grip of the force keeping me in place. It's like thick ropes are bound around me, tightening the more I struggle, completely immobilizing my body.

I hear the slow crunch of leaves under shoes behind me as the angel gets closer and closer, approaching my frozen form. The forest gets quiet as if the whole world is holding its breath. My body starts trembling with fear. I refuse to look behind me, afraid to see his furious red eyes staring back at me.

There's a touch of two gentle fingers to my temple, and once again the world goes black. I slip into a familiar darkness that seems to be calling my name.

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Regretavator Headcanons: Bive. Part 3

She can make a few small odd noises that seem to be isolated to just her. One of the most notable noises is this weird deep warbling sound that comes from deep in her chest, doesn't even have to open her mouth.

The first time Split ever saw Bive loose her grip a bit Bive wrapped her arms around Split and shoved her face into Split's shoulder. She was shaking and starting to squeeze a little too tight. Split quickly hugged her back tightly and rubbed up and down Bive's back. When she asked what was wrong she was not expecting Bive respond in tears and a wobbly voice "The pages wont stop turning! the radios wont stop talking!" Split gave her an odd look "Bivey I don't hear any radios....or books.....are you hearing things?" Bive sort of tensed up "you don't hear it? the mumbling over the radios? Someone is reading books too loud" Split just stood there rubbing Bive's back for a little while feeling so guilty Bive was suffering from auditory hallucinations for so long and she couldn't do anything to make it go away. After about 10 minutes Bive got the weighted blanket treatment with a warm cup of coco while Split scrubbed her fingers into Bive's scalp wich Bive very much enjoyed.

She has gotten into fights before, mostly with odd creatures she runs across during studies. Once she faced off with Pest! no one really won that fight because Walter broke the fight up. Pest was a bit caught off guard so he only got like one weak swing in and pulled her hair. Bive grabbed one of his horns and one of the mandles poking out from his mouth. She really was set on pulling the mandible off but luckily she didn't pull it off but she came pretty close, Pests mandible was sore for a little while after.

She fainted the first time she got on the elevator. The combination of stress, lack of sleep, and anxiety around new people caused her to just hit the deck, what an introduction. All that happened was she stepped on, got stares because of her appearance, then Walter just said hi to her and her eyes rolled back into her head, she plopped down on her knees, then fell forward face first directly into the floor of the elevator. She stayed down, she did not move a muscle as Dr. RETRO and Infected stared at her. Infected nudged her with his foot and looked up at Walter with a worried expression and said "what the hell is this creature?"

Her feet, legs, and hands resemble that of a squirrel. She does have a tail but it's short, very short. It looks like a tail of a deer and Split screamed and pointed at it the first time she saw it as Bive took her trench coat off when it got a little too hot. It startled Bive and she ran away down a hallway.

She's....shockingly fast. Not crazy fast but it's still notable

She can't even count how many times she's had to say something like "I'm female" or "i'm a woman" anymore. It's common for her to be mistaken for a man.

Split has had to forcibly restrain her before, only 2 different times. She was spiraling into a massive freak out; pulling her own hair out, leaving scratch marks on the floor and walls, sometimes screaming, other times loudly rambling about anything and everything, biting herself, etc. Split was able to come up behind Bive and hugged her tight. She was able to trap her arms down at her sides and she instantly started trying to buck Split off. Screaming and yelling "no no! let go of me!! let go!! no!! Split!!" She kicked her feet and wriggled like a worm trying to get free. Split just held onto her while she thrashed around. It took about 10 or minutes but she started to calm down and stop fighting so hard, she'd exhausted herself. Split only let her go when her much calmer and very tired voice weakly croaked out "...ok....ok i'm ok now....thank you...thank you". The other time she actually tackled Bive to the ground and ended up having to pin her by holding her leg so she can't stand up. Party Noob was there for that one and tried to help by crouching down next to Bive's head and gently petting her head. Luckily it worked! Split and Party Noob did it!

#regretevator headcanon #bive headcanons #bive #regretevator split #Split loves Bive #She helps keep that poor woman grounded

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Yours Submissively ~ Legacy

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

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Beep.

Sore. That’s all Belle feels. Sore. And annoyed. What was with the beeping? She went to stretch her arm but it smarted. Ow. Belle slowly blinked her eyes, the harsh light irritating. As her eyes adjust, she feels something heavy on her hand. She looked over to see Steve sleeping on her arm, his hand covering hers. She smiled and ran her hand through his hair. He starts to move, and she stills.

Steve feelings the relaxing motion in his hair. Who is petting him? He lifts his head and looks around but sees his favorite pair of violet blue eyes looking at him. “Oh, thank god, sweet pea.” He reaches up to kiss her forehead. “I was so scared you wouldn’t wake up.”

“Steve, what happened?”

“What do you remember?”

“I was waiting for Bucky and a guy tried to grab me. But then everything goes fuzzy.”

Steve’s lips form a thin line. “You were injected with a sedative. You were right on your instincts. Someone was watching you. I am so relieved you called.”

“Did Bucky catch him?”

“No, he got away.” He could feel Becca tremble. “Hey, hey, its ok. Baby, its ok, no one is going to hurt you ok? You are safe here with me.” A tear fell and Steve climbed into bed with her, pulling her into his chest. “I’m right here sweet pea.” Becca sobbed, the realization of what happened hitting her. Steve ran his hand over her arm and keeps kissing her head.

“Steve, don’t let them…”

“No, nothing is going to happen. We think we know what happened but let’s make sure you’re ok first. I love you.”

“I love you.” Becca looked up at him and he placed a sweet kiss on her lips. “How long have I been out?”

“About 12 hours. Its,” he looked at his watch, “about 3 am right now. Dr. Cho said that you may feel the effects after you woke up.”

“My head hurts and I’m thirsty but otherwise, I think I’m ok.” Becca looked at her arm, the IV line sticking out. “That sucks. I hate needles.”

“Necessary, my love.” Steve smiled. “I’m going to go get the doctor. Don’t move.”

“Hilarious.” Becca rolled her eyes. Steve left with a chuckle and Becca looked around. She could see a lab through the glass walls and what looked like the Ironman suits in the distance. As she started to sit up, Bucky walked in.

“Whoa! Belle, wait.” He put his hand on her shoulder to keep her in the bed. “You need to be cleared before you can get up.”

“Bucky! You’re ok!” She reaches for him and pulls him into a tight hug.

“Ok, Belle, I need to be able to breathe.” He pats her back.

“You’re a super solider. You can handle it,” she replied. He chuckles and gives her a squeeze. “Thank you for saving me.”

“I told you I would take care of you.” He sits on the edge of her bed and looks around. “Where’s Steve?”

“He went to get the doctor. I woke up a few minutes ago.”

“Good. How’re you feeling?”

She rubbed her temples. “Like I have a migraine.”

“Good,” a new voice comes from the doorway. Becca turns to see a pretty Asian woman in a lab coat, Steve on her tail. “That’s to be expected with the type of sedative you were injected with. I’m Dr. Cho, physician for the Avengers.”

“Belle Davis. Sedative?”

“Ketamine, to be more exact. A very strong tranquilizer. Luckily you pulled it out of your arm before too much was given. The migraine can be treated with regular pain medication, plenty of water and rest. Captain, I assume you would like to take her home?”

“I would Helen, if I could.”

“Under normal circumstances, I would say I would keep her another day but I feel like she would be in good hand with you, Captain. Just keep an eye on her for any other symptoms and bring her back.” Doctor Cho smiled at Belle. “I’m very happy it wasn’t more serious. Call me, if you feel worse.” She handed a card to Belle. “It was nice to meet you.”

“It was nice to meet you too. Thank you.” The doctor exited the room. “Guys, where are we?”

“We brought you to Avengers tower,” Steve said. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

“That explains the lab. Is Tony here?”

“No, he and Pepper went to bed awhile a go.” Steve takes her hand. “You wanna go home?”

“Yeah, but I still have the IV…” she looks down and see that its gone. She looks up at Bucky, who smirks. “Did you take out my IV?”

“Like a champ. You didn’t even notice,” Bucky gloated. He hands his palm out to Steve who grumbles and hands over a $100 bill.

“Really?” Belle looks at Steve.

“I didn’t think he would be able to pull it off.” Steve shrugged. He kissed her head. “Let’s get you home.”

After settling Belle in his bed, Steve headed back out to the living room and poured himself a scotch. “How’re you holding up punk?” Bucky asked, plopping himself on the couch next to him.

“Stressed. She could have been…”

“But she wasn’t. Her intuition was perfect, and she did the right thing. I’m just sorry I didn’t get more answers.”

“It’s not your fault. But it is going to be a difficult conversation in the morning. I don’t know how she is going to take the security measures.” Steve sighed.

“It’s going to be ok. Just be honest. That conversation will be a lot and her security and safety is the only thing that matters.” Bucky quirked his brow. “Besides, I don’t think much can surprise Belle anymore.”

“This is going to rock her world, jerk. She doesn’t realize how close she actually came to being taken away.” Steve shook his head. He drained his glass. “I’m headed to my girl. See you in the morning.”

“Clint will be here by 10 AM. Try and relax.”

“Thanks Bucky.”

Morning came with Belle groaning from the light coming in. She sat up but found herself alone in Steve’s bed. Well, her bed now. She stretched her limbs and headed into the bathroom to clean up and dress. As she was pulling her shirt on, warm hands ran around her waist. “Mm, I was hoping to find you still in bed.”

“Well, you left me and I got cold.” Belle turned in Steve’s arms. “Good morning.” She pecked his lips.

“Morning my love. I ordered in breakfast this morning. Its waiting for you. We also have a guest.”

“A guest?”

“Yeah, Clint is joining us for breakfast.”

Belle shrugged. “Ok.” They walked out hand in hand to the kitchen where Bucky and Clint were sipping their coffees. “Good morning, Bucky, Mr. Barton.” Belle extended her hand.

“Miss Davis, call me Clint, please.”

“Belle, Clint. Should I serve breakfast?”

“No need sweet pea. I’ve got it. You sit.” Steve kissed the top of her head. He pulled the chair for her and then went to the kitchen.

“To what do we owe the pleasure of your company Clint?” Belle asked.

“Steve and Bucky asked me to come by to review something and they invited me to breakfast.”

“Yeah, just need to run some security things with him,” Bucky explained.

Steve brought the plates in, and they ate, making small talk. As the meal finished, Steve cleared his throat. “Sweet pea, we need to talk to you about what happened yesterday.”

Belle looked at him with wide eyes. “Is something wrong?”

“No, love, no. Remember when we talked, and I explained that I was scared that someone would hurt you to get to me?” She nodded. “I think that was what was going on yesterday. We haven’t had any proof or any demands, but I want to keep you as safe as possible.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I would like you to consent to having security with you whenever you are out of the apartments. I need to know you are safe, sweet pea.”

Belle sat back. “Like a guard or something?”

Steve nodded and then looked at Bucky. Bucky pushed a folder towards her. “We would want someone to follow you like I do with Steve. Someone will drive you where you want to go and be close to you at work.”

Belle closed her eyes. “So, I have to have someone with me even if I’m with Lila or MJ or anyone?”

“Yes, sweet pea. We are just trying to keep you safe. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you because of me.”

“How would it work?”

“Clint has agreed to be your CPPD. Your close personal protection detail. He’ll accompany you to work and anywhere else during the week. Since you are here on the weekends, Bucky will take over.”

“Clint, you are ok with this?” Belle looked at him. “No one is going to mind that you are stalking me all day?��

“Isabella,” Steve gave her a warning while Clint and Bucky chuckled.

“No Belle. My kids are with their mom during the week. I have them on the weekends unless I am needed. I’ll be fine stalking you all day.” He sighed. “Look Belle, I know it sounds annoying but until we know for sure that you are safe, this is the best option.”

Belle looked at her boyfriend and his friends. She sighed. “Fine. But I want to be clear. Clint is not your spy. So, if I’m doing something, he’s not going to be ratting me out or telling on me and you don’t get to call and ask for details. Am I clear?”

Steve clenched his jaw. “He only calls if he thinks if you are doing something dangerous. Otherwise, I accept those terms.”

Belle tilted her head to look at him. Something was off but she knew Steve would only keep her best interest at heart. “Deal.” She leaned over and they sealed their agreement with a kiss. “Ok, so since I need to organize some stuff, I’m headed back to the room. Clint, I guess I’ll see you on Monday?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Eww, no. that’s not going to work. Its either Belle or nothing Clint.” She walked away with a smile.

As soon as Belle cleared the room, Bucky gave a look to Steve. “Why didn’t you tell her?”

“She doesn’t need to know right now Buck.” Steve sighed. “I can’t tell her yet her history. She’ll be scared and she doesn't need to be.”

“Steve, it’s not fair to her,” Clint said. “She has a right to know.”

“I’ll tell her, just, not today, ok? I have some work to do, excuse me.” Steve stood up and went to his office. He went to the window that overlooked the city and his mind went back to the conversation yesterday afternoon.

“I brought this for you and Miss Davis.” He set a file folder on the table and slid it over. “Apparently, this can no longer be a secret. I need to explain about Miss Davis.”

“What are you talking about?” Steve grabbed the file and opened it. A picture of Belle was clipped to the front cover. “What the hell?”

“Isabella Maria Davis is not just some girl. She is special, unique even.” Fury looked at the men in the room. “Stark has known her true identity for some time. But because of today’s events and her new relationship, I am no longer in a position to keep her history a secret.”

“Her history?” Bucky asked. “When I went to check her out, it just says that she’s an orphan. I couldn’t even find her foster parents.”

“That’s because she didn’t go into the system. Phil Coulsen took Belle in as a baby and raised her.” Fury eyed Steve. “You’re not surprised.”

“Belle just told me last Friday who her father was. I haven’t said anything to her.” Steve examined the file. “Why would a SHIELD agent, especially such a high level one, take on a one-year-old?”

“That would be the million-dollar question. Her biological parents were special agents to SHIELD. And when they died, we made sure to take care of their child.”

“Special agents how?” Clint asked.

“Maria Davis was born Silvia Maria Pierce. She is the daughter of Alexander Pierce.” Steve stiffened at the name. Pierce, deceased head of HYDRA, and one of its more powerful ones. Fury continued. “She was considered to be the heir to HYDRA as Pierce had also married to a top HYDRA family. He married Armand Zola’s daughter, Patrice.”

“Jesus, fuck. That would make Belle special to HYDRA.” Bucky ran his hands through his hair.

“It would make her their heir in their own sick twisted way,” Tony said. “Its why we wanted to keep her under the radar.” He looks pointedly at Steve.

“You said she was supposed to be hidden,” Steve asked looking at Fury and ignoring Tony. “Then why have an agent date her?” The guys looked at him confused. “Brock Rumlow dated Belle about four years ago.”

“We didn’t order that. Once Coulsen passed, Tony set up a scholarship for Belle to help her out once she got to college. And we kept an eye on her but never interfered. I wasn’t aware she dated anyone in college, let alone Rumlow. That must have been on a HYRDA order to check her out. I’m surprise they didn’t just take her.”

“Well, she did. And he almost convinced her to leave school to go with him. Luckily, Belle was smarter than that and she stayed.” Steve massaged his temples. “Why now? Why do we need to know this now?”

“Because we received a message from an unknown source concerning Miss Davis.” Fury slid another folder towards the middle. Steve grabbed it, read and then grounded his teeth.

“Are you sure?”

“It has to be her.”

“Steve?” Bucky motioned for the folder. Steve passes it over, but Bucky can see the fury in his eyes.

Captain, You have what we want. Hand over our heiress Innocent lives will be sparred Hail HYDRA

“Rogers, I know I was against you being with Belle.” Tony sighed. “But I won’t stop her happiness. My recommendation is to get her close proximity protection until we can find whoever sent this and neutralize the threat.”

“I agree,” Bucky replied. “That’s why Clint’s here. I think he would do well with something like this. Steve?”

Steve studied the note again. “What choice do I have? I need to protect her so Clint if you are on board then I will present it to her. But,” he stood up, “this has to stay between the Avengers for now. No one, and I mean no one else gets to know about this. I will update Nat and Sam. Tony, let’s see if we can find in the HYDRA files why they didn’t take Belle in the first place. Also, please let Wanda and Vision know about the situation as well. Bruce, please work with Dr. Cho to make sure whatever was given to her will not have an adverse effects.” Steve took a breath. “As of right now, I’m back. I’m picking my shield back up to save the one person who matters. But no one breathes a word of this to Belle.”

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