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lefty-scribes · 1 year

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Summary: After coming home late from a stressful day at work, Spencer needs nothing more than to be in your arms in order to feel like himself again. You offer your touch to him in more ways than one.

melodramatic handjob :>

Word Count: 3423

Songs: ‘cry’ by cigarettes after sex may fit !!

Pairing: softdomme!reader x sub!spencer

Warnings: smut (18+ please), choking (m receiving), spencer cries xoxo, fully consensual but his reactions are described as ‘involuntary’ sometimes, sudden tense switch at the end bc it felt right idk, 65% buildup, 15% action, 20% orgasm LOL

a/n: guys the transition from comfort to seggsy just happened out of nowhere and the pacing is aggressively slow, prob making this hard to get off to. i’m sorry. also if you don’t think you should be reading this (🔞) you’re probably right ?? but please don’t tell me about it. do comment anything else though if you're feeling up to it :3

With a twist of his hand on the doorknob and a step through the door, Spencer took his long awaited whiff of home. It smelled of cedarwood and floral candles and you, and the tension released from his shoulders completely for the first time today.

He walked straight to the bedroom where he knew you’d still be up waiting for him, door open with a lit bedside light to welcome him despite his insistence that your sleep is more important. The urge didn’t even come up to wash his hands, disinfect his phone, or sanitize his work bag, being replaced instead by his desire to be in your presence.

As he’d suspected, there you were, sitting up on the bed you shared, eyes fighting to stay open as they flitted through the pages of a book. The comforter covered your legs, and only a thin sleep shirt separated your back from the headboard you leaned against, the shape of your nipples hardly poking through. Spencer hesitated to walk in and ruin the pretty picture.

When you noticed him, a fond smile grew on your face and you dropped your book to open your arms wide for him. He slowly walked over to you, stomach twisting just a little at the fear of being a bother, and started to position himself as he did whenever he needed a bit of extra comfort. He gave you a quick peck and settled down so his head rested on your lap, lying down on his side with his arm hugging your bare thighs. His long frame curled sideways by your legs under the blanket. He said nothing when you combed your fingers through his hair—just held you a bit tighter; nuzzled his cheek impossibly closer.

You broke the silence, absentmindedly separating small locks of his hair now with your fingers. “Want to talk about it?” you asked, to which he shook his head, movement still restricted by your thighs on his cheek, hating that he didn’t have more to say. Hated to have to make you pry just to hear about his day, but all the more in awe of how attuned you were to his emotions—even more than he was sometimes. Hated being moody and uncommunicative, but his brain was betraying him.

Your thumb now stroked his eyebrow, smoothing it out. Every part of him that your fingers touched relaxed in its wake, coupled with the scent of your lotion and laundry into his breaths. He finally spoke up, voice slightly muddled from his cheek against your leg; perhaps he sounded like his handwriting would sound, though he hoped he was more understandable than that.

“Per hour of sleep we lose, human blood pressure tends to increase by 3 to 5 millimeters of mercury, so you waiting up for me this late probably already caused an increase of 10 mmHg. Cortisol levels can also increase by up to 80% when sleep deprived, and your reaction time can slow by up to 500 milliseconds, which will make it more unsafe for you to drive tomorrow.” I appreciate you so much, baby, but you shouldn’t have waited up, is what he wanted to say. It never came out that way. I love when you greet me. Don’t put your health at risk for me. I’m sorry I’m late. But it always came out instead as numbers and statistics because that’s all he knows how to do, and it’s the only way his voice knows how to love, but you get it. He wants to add more.

You get him. “Stop worrying, Spence. I need to see you just as much as you need to see me. Can’t sleep otherwise,” you assured him. Goosebumps rose on his skin as you rubbed slow, pressured circles onto his forehead, massaging him properly now. Maybe your words were supposed to make him feel better, but he couldn’t shake the guilt in his gut. His burden complex weighed heavier today.

“My Spencer,” you breathed. Heat rose onto his cheeks. Your Spencer. “What do you need from me?”

He laid still on your lap, face now turned upward to memorize your own, pondering on the question. Always too scared to ask, though he knew what he needed. “Anything you’ll give me,” he whispered.

Now freshly dried from his shower, Spencer walked toward where you stayed sitting on the bed just as you had been when he arrived. He stood completely bare before you, an unlikely mix of both self-consciousness and pride filling him as you looked him up and down. The implied power imbalance of your clothed decency juxtaposed with his nude vulnerability has just occurred to him; he felt a rush in his stomach.

You pulled the covers off and spread your legs apart, then patted the space in between. Spencer crawled onto the bed as carefully as he could, trying not to shake it too much, now unsure of how long he could last. He found a seat between your thighs, the outer edge of his legs lining the inner side of your own, his back flush against your torso.

Goosebumps rose on his skin when your hands trailed up his neck, grazing his ears, then his cheekbones, to comb themselves through his soft hair. He shivered, just once. His mouth parted slightly in a shaky exhale and his head lolled back toward you, as a cat would, until it rested gently on your shoulder, full trust in you to support him. His eyelashes fluttered to a close as you slowly but firmly squeezed your fingers into a closed fist against his scalp, hair tangled within your grasp, letting the leverage of your palms against his head do the tugging. Despite the tightness of the skin around his temples, his facial muscles only continued to relax as he silently handed you all control of him. He released a shallow gasp as you gave your wrists a slow twist before releasing his hair entirely.

You slid your fingers down to his nipples, running your thumbs over them each for not long enough. He let out a sigh that must’ve released more air than his lungs had the capacity to carry in the first place. The stresses of the day began to leave with it, Spencer being overcome instead by the relief of being back in the comfort of his own home—in the arms of his beloved. Your hand was cool against his humid skin, raising goosebumps in its wake. Ears ringing, he hardly heard his own voice releasing a shaky, dragged out, sh— shhhit, between gritted teeth.

Your hands trailed down even further toward his soft stomach which was scrunched into a bean-like mound from his position against you, grazing down his happy trail before ignoring his painful erection and inching toward his thighs instead. Your nails dragged gently over his inner thighs and he pried them open for you; all for you.

He whined under his breath and his legs flexed under your touch, only the duration of a single twitch, lifting his hips up subconsciously to contact your hands where he needed them most. You gently pushed him back down, wordlessly insisting on giving attention to his soft thighs, asserting that it was your pace being followed. And he couldn’t object. He didn’t want to. Always so patient with him, he longed for you to be proud of his obedience. His thighs were yours to touch, after all, and so was what rested now painfully hard between them.

His head still laying against your shoulder, you gently swiped your tongue against his ear lobe, getting his attention. You whispered to him, and he was so receptive to you. “Do you think you’re ready?”

He didn’t need to see it to know, but he glanced down anyway, his cheeks burning up to a colour he imagined matched his throbbing penis. He ached to be touched there, swallowing at the thought.

He hummed lazily in response, already lightheaded from the rush in his head. He tilted his head in slow roll to place clumsy kisses all over your face, whatever part of it he could reach, nodding continuously to please touch me, I’m ready. He thought his lips had caught your nose, cheekbones, ear, jaw… but at that point he’d already been intoxicated by your touch and couldn’t tell the difference; only wanted to taste the saltiness of your supple skin.

“Words, Spence.” With his head still turned to you, you caught his bottom lip between your teeth and nipped at it until it puffed up, drawing a light whimper from him. He arched his neck sideways to grant you access to the rest of him that your lips and teeth could reach. More of him now exposed to you, he quietly pleaded as you lightly sucked on sensitive points behind his jaw. A lone tear slipped out of his eye closest to you, and you lapped it up as it hung from his jaw.

“Ready. Always ready for you,” he choked, voice already hoarse. Your ability to take him to the clouds far before touching the most sensitive part of him only turned him on further, as well as the nurturing and patient but complete control you exerted. He was undeserving and yet eternally grateful. Swore to himself he’d spend the rest of his days trying to love you as completely as you did him.

Upon squeezing out some lubricant from the bottle in your bedside drawer, you grasped his erection in your slick hand, your other hand exploring the rest of his body, and he gasped with an unintentional jolt. From this position you two were in, it allowed the ridges of your curled palm and fingers, as well as the coolness of your wedding ring, to make full contact with the sensitive vein along the underside of his cock.

You played him like an instrument, and the sounds he made proved nothing less. You’d glide your sharp knuckles over him, barely making contact with him, much to his protest; your hand would run along the thin, elastic stretch of skin connecting his head to the underside of his cock. Or you’d bunch your delicate fingertips together at his tip, letting the widening of his cock separate them as you pushed down toward his balls. He almost wished, as the pads of your fingers trailed his length, that your fingerprints could be ingrained in his skin, if only to be claimed by you even more. His breaths grew laboured and he slowly lost the shame in his whimpers.

Your other hand moved to his lips, muffling his sounds slightly. Your breath tickled his ears, and he threw an arm back to grasp your hair or neck or whatever he could grab, trying fruitlessly to get closer for you to ground him.

He whined helplessly against your now vibrating hand, though it did nothing to quiet his volume as you so creatively played with his cock, fidgeting with him and using him like nothing. Tension was prominent between his eyebrows sewn together, and surely his forehead carried a few creases as well.

You gently ran your thumb against his bottom lip, and he instinctively pulled it into his mouth. Your thumb pushed degradingly against the inside of his cheek, forcing his mouth to open slightly. His tongue circled your thumb out of habit, and the slightest bit of spit dribbled out the corner of his lips.

The room started to smell and feel like sweat, though he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was experiencing everything and nothing all at once, sensations heightened yet brain numbed. Rare were the occasions that he couldn’t explain everything, and the times where he couldn’t think straight, but he revelled in it. Nowhere else was Spencer able to be completely defenseless and equally safe but in your arms—or hands, in this case. His guard wholeheartedly down, he cherished the privilege of being worriless and thoughtless.

His brain’s unusual absence of words and knowledge—two things which he so dutifully guarded just to feel competent—was welcomed because you were around to protect his vulnerability in the meantime.

By now, from the sweat or his own sheer lack of control, Spencer had slid down slightly so his shoulder blades were flush with your breasts; your hard nipples pressed against him through the soft silk of your nightshirt and it reminded him how eager he was to return the favour. He was leaning back a bit more, hardly noticing the ache from his weight resting on his tailbone.

The position gave you access to move your working hand even lower, gentle fingers starting to toy with his balls before moving down toward the sensitive patch of skin right beneath. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth when you hit it, hums and groans gradually increasing in pitch. Against his own will, he clenched around nothing, causing his perineum to shift against your fingers. He choked out another embarrassingly loud sound, mouth shamelessly open now, and then did it again.

You kissed his jaw. “How do you feel?” you whispered. You gave more attention to the pink head now, fingers tickling his smooth tip, thumb pressing down periodically on the ridges. Your other hand played with hair.

“You treat me so well,” he breathed, as earnestly as he could, turning his head to give a sloppy kiss to your wrist, drunk on your touch, your warmth, and you. “Love you so much,"—he swallowed—"ah— oh, f— fuck— Love what you do to me.”

“You deserve it all.”

His moans got more high pitched as you worked, and his breaths came in faster than his chest could keep up with. His hands grasped at your thighs to steady himself, blunt nails digging in.

“My Spencer baby, you look oh so beautiful,” you praised, voice dripping in sheer adoration. His eyes drew open and his gaze rolled back, then lazily toward you. Another tear slowly escaped the corner of his eye, and he wished he weren’t tearing up if only to see your pretty face more clearly. His eyebrows were still tense under the nearness of his undoing, tilted in a pleading pout.

“Please, please-please-please-please-plea— mmngh…” He pleaded and begged for release, no longer making sense of what was coming out of his mouth, eyes ever-downturned and watering once again.

He was helplessly putty in your hands, his body no longer his own, but rather a shell of just euphoria and feeling. He was floating and completely at your mercy, just as he loves to be.

“I love you, please, I—” His sentences grew choppy and more and more incoherent, his speech being mixed with unintelligible throaty noises. His chest rose and fell significantly faster than it had earlier, lips hardly separating as he mumbled a yesyesyesyes keep going yes just like that please, and his hips thrusted up to move his length further into your hand.

His desperate hands sought purchase from whatever they could grab, now tightly squeezing and scratching at your thighs. He readjusted his sweat-slicked palms as they slipped down your skin.

Your hand in his hair slid down roughly to grab his jaw in utter possessiveness, twisting it up toward you to plant a sloppy kiss on his lips. He did the best he could to return it. “Go ahead, baby,” you mumbled against his mouth.

He whimpered into the kiss, with no more capacity to spare you an audible ‘thank you’ as usual. You squeezed your working hand just the slightest bit tighter around his cock, working your way back up to his ever-sensitive pink head.

“Shitshitshitshit, fuck, oh, God. I’m so close, I’m so close, I’m so—ah—” How naughty he felt. Maybe you’d tease him later about the junk coming out of his mouth, flustering him with the thought of what the neighbours would think. But as a sunflower proved its affinity to the sun and its warmth, all he could do now was gaze at you mindlessly, his neck aching at the effort. Under the dim yellow lamp lighting up the room, he embodied the sunflower’s golden glow. Its face would follow the bright star by nature and so would Spencer's, happily compelled by some force of nature to show you his authentic self as he held on so close to his orgasm. You smiled at him.

The bed squeaked under his shaking legs. Lone tears made their way down his face, free-falling now, and he made no move to wipe them. As he neared his peak, you kept your hand on his cock, hand wrapped snugly around his tip, angling it toward his chest.

You grabbed his throat with the other, fingers squeezing inward toward the two valleys around his neck that carried his precious arteries, and he felt the first spurt of cum burst through with a loud wail of surprise.

“Baby—“ he tried breathlessly, eyes still attempting to meet yours to please understand what I’m saying, please be proud of me, “baby, I’m coming, I’m fucking coming, I’m…” His muscles spasmed and sharply leaned him forward, causing your hand to obstruct his throat just a bit more, and he was thankful for it if only to ground his shaking to a minimum.

His head was pounding and his vision grew spotty as he basked in the feeling of his life, and his penis, in your hands, and the purpose with which you handled him as he prayed for this state of euphoria to not simply kill him. Though that wouldn’t be a terrible way to go.

He fought the urge to squeeze his eyes shut, yet still saw only white. He was burning up and held no sense of himself as his muscles twitched in waves, knees buckling, though you were there to hold him through it all. His mouth opened in a silent scream as you continued moving your hand along his sensitive length.

His panting gradually became less breathy and more audible, now backed by a throaty groan with every breath he released. Your name became the only thought in his mind, and he let it shakily slip out of his mouth, not caring how absolutely brainless he sounded. With each spurt of his release onto his chest, each involuntary clenching and thrust of his hips, he repeated it. Whether a cry of pleading, gratitude, or adoration, he wasn’t certain—but it all centred around you.

You talked him through the final stages of his orgasm with gentle murmurs of praise, pushing his hips down to forcefully guide him through it. Good boy, Spencer. Keep going. I’m right here. You got it. You’re doing great. Almost done. I love you. You’re so safe here. Your ministrations on his sensitive penis didn’t slow as you patiently waited for him, though he had to rest his hand on your wrist to slow you down, eyes finally falling closed; you obliged. His body offered you one final tremor of overwhelming pleasure.

The horrors of the day seemed to have been released with his release. But with the way you were now atop him, cleaning up the mess on his chest with your tongue, then crawling back up to his own mouth to offer him a taste, he felt his once-against stiffening cock asking for more where that came from. His aftercare be damned. No longer overwhelmed by his need for solace, this new rise of arousal was geared toward you—thanking you, loving you, cherishing you, pleasuring you in the way his words so often failed to do.

He would do for you what you had so generously done for him, and more, if you’d let him. He could give you his tongue, his length, his fingers, a toy—or whatever you wanted. Offer himself to be used and taken however you pleased. Longed to give you everything he could. He was yours, after all.

Spencer told himself that there would be time for all that, though he always worried otherwise. Keeps it in his head, but he pleads every day that you wouldn’t end up like those he sought justice for at work, or be the body that haunted him until he arrived home to you, or the victim of a target aimed at him. Pleads every day that there would be more time.

But in the meantime, with not much else he can do, just as a sunflower would, he swears to turn his back to everything else dark about the world and follow his sun as long as he is able.

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germiyahu · 3 months

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I had the brazen lack of judgment to go on Twitter and immediately saw several tweets raging at Mia Schem, calling her ugly, misinterpreting her statements about Palestinian children, standard in the Twitter antizionist playbook really- insults and mistruths.

But I kept seeing the comments, “how does someone rape you with his eyes” “what the fuck does raped me with his eyes mean,” and let me tell you. I am not a woman by any means. I still immediately know what “raped me with his eyes” means and I could immediately envision what that felt like for her, to have a man have absolute control over her, leering at her, mentally undressing her. And this implicit threat hanging over her for nearly 2 months? The fear, anxiety, and disgust she must have felt?

Is it because I have sisters? I’m sure a lot of Twitter has sisters, a lot of them are women, or were assigned female at birth, have experience with creepy men, consider themselves feminists… they can’t all be manosphere goons. Maybe Mia made a mistake giving an interview, because now she’s known to them as a tool of propaganda, and they don’t take her seriously at all. They think everything she says is in service of “dehumanizing Palestinians,” and that her comment was racist and just like the woman who got Emmett Till murdered actually. But I am in no position to judge her choices. It’s her life and body and it’s her healing, not mine. She knows what she’s doing.

But the distinct lack of empathy for Jewish women is appalling, because I know if you removed the context of “genocide in Gaza from settler colonialist white supremacist Zionist entity” I know most of you self proclaimed feminists would implicitly understand what she meant. Many of you have been in similar unsafe and harrowing situations (though probably not for over 50 days!). Many of you don’t trust men for these reasons. If this were a Palestinian woman saying an Israeli prison guard raped her with his eyes, Twitter would believe her. Twitter would spread that like wildfire and there would be a million garbage essays incorporating that interview into their “Zionism is sexual violence” theses at Universität Judenhass.

Most (normal) people even came around and empathized with Kim Kardashian after she was robbed, and explained the fear she felt and the real danger of sexual violence she was in as a woman. But they won’t come around to a young woman who was literally held captive by and was at the mercy of a man who belongs to an organization who already filmed themselves committing war rape and were high fiving each other for it?????????

#it’s just crazy to me #there has to be a term for how they deliberately play dumb when it comes to something Israelis said #israel #palestine #antisemitism #leftist antisemitism

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ncityprincess · 2 months

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How Doyoung would be in bed

I’m so in love I’m with this man it’s ridiculous 🥲

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

-im sorry but he gives me undercover sex god vibes 😭

-like yes he looks so sweet and soft on the outside

-and yes he does enjoy soft and sweet lovemaking

-but that gummy smile and angelic singing voice can’t fool me

-if you look underneath there’s a freak waiting to be unleashed

-he puts his career above anything, so he’s not just gonna have random rendezvous and hook ups

-he’s not going to waste his time on meaningless flings that could tarnish his reputation

-he’s gonna hold out for someone special that he truly cares about

-so when he finally finds The One, it’s game over

-he lets his wild side come out, and he can’t wait to indulge in all of his fun fantasies (with prior consent of course)

-he reads as a pleasure dom to me

-your pleasure comes first, and he doesn’t care if it takes you 30 minutes to cum

-he’s gonna lay there and eat you out or fuck you until you’re a moaning mess underneath him

-like Johnny, he gets a warm feeling in his chest when his beautiful girl is all fucked out and glossy eyed underneath him

-it makes him feel like he’s worked hard to get you to this point, and to see you respond like this makes him feel untouchable

-likes it when you get super messy, especially when you’re slobbering on his fingers

-curses when he can see drool dripping from your lips down to your tits

-calls you his pretty, messy girl

-and i believe in my heart of hearts that this man is packing

-like he has such a beautiful, long dick that hits all the right places

-he loves to fuck your pretty mouth

-like a good ole classic mouth fucking with you on your knees on the floor and him standing over you

-sometimes a he’s a little too rough, but he always assures you that he will stop if it gets to be too much

-in fact, he can be overly cautious with you in bed

-because he likes to dabble in the kinkier side of things sometimes, it’s crucial that he gets your enthusiastic consent

-he never wants to make you feel unsafe and cross any boundaries

-so he’s gonna ask you a million and one times if this is okay with you

-you are his precious little baby after all <3

-I think he also makes the prettiest sounds in bed 😮‍💨

-like you know at the end of love on the floor when he hits that falsetto note?

-just like that

-but he also makes gritty, guttural sounds through clenched teeth

-especially while he’s praising you

-“fuck, you’re taking that dick so well baby” he says as he pounds into you from behind, pushing your face deeper into the mattress

-oh yeah, he’s also kinda rough when he handles you

-shoving you into different positions

-gripping your jaw particularly tight

-slapping your pussy just to make sure you’re paying attention to him

-but he’s like lovingly rough if that makes sense

-like pulling your hair back, but also caressing your face and telling you how pretty you look like this

-I think he would be open to using toys or props too like a vibrator or some silk ties

-would loveee it when you wear black lingerie with stockings or garter belts

-and stilettos too

-he’s a walking enigma

-but if he’s feeling particularly calm and relaxed, he doesn’t mind rocking into you gently

-he’ll put on a cute drama on a snowy Saturday night and hoist your leg up as he spoons you from behind

-lazy, slow sex makes him feel even more connected to you

-when he’s in his softer mood, he will worship every inch of your body

-kisses you from head to toe

-treats you like a goddess

-when you guys finish, he goes back to asking if you’re okay and if you need anything

-and after you reassure him that you’re fine, he kisses all over your face and holds you all night

#nct 127 hard hours #doyoung hard hours #nct 127 hard thoughts #nct 127 smut #kim doyoung smut #kim doyoung fic #doyoung headcanons #doyoung smut #doyoung x reader #nct doyoung #kim doyoung #doyoung nct #nct scenarios #nct 127 headcanons #dojaejung smut #nct dojaejung

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tommysversion · 1 year

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Sharing Is Caring 🌶️🌶️ { Mafia!AU Joel Miller x Reader x Javier Peña }

{{ Several people asked what would happen if mafia enforcer Joel and corrupt agent Javi existed in the same universe. Then several others suggested the reader should be in a sandwich between them. I’m personally inclined to agree. This is the result. There’s no plot; it’s just smut. }}

CW: 18+ only / smut / language / age gap / degrading talk / unsafe sex / oral sex (m!receiving) / threesome / proceed at own caution?

This fic is for @joelsgirl xoxo

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You’re more than aware that you’re in a dangerous position. Both these men could kill you, think nothing of it, and bury you in a shallow grave somewhere. Hell, nobody would even bother looking. Except maybe the other.

You had never meant to become caught between two men who had more than enough hate and rivalry between them already. Two opposing sides of one coin; a corrupt DEA agent, and the right hand man of the local mafia.

And then there’s you. You serve drinks at a club they both frequent. Dance when you feel like it. Flirt with whoever catches your eye. In this instance, it’s gotten you in a whole load of trouble, with two dangerous men who don’t want to share you.

Too bad, because you’re not entirely sure you want to choose between them.

You were Joel’s first, one of his girls, his favourite. Then Javi got to you, fully intending on interrogating you for information about Joel’s criminal dealings. Only to end up fucking you senseless on the floor instead.

They don’t play fair, and their hate for each other is clear as day, but where you’re concerned? They’re willing to compromise.

It’s intoxicating, knowing you have so much sway over two men who could destroy you without blinking. You don’t take advantage of it, toeing a fine line to keep yourself safe, but you refuse to choose a side.

Which has led you to this situation, pinned between two men who hate each other, who at any other moment would be pointing weapons and trading insults. Brought to a stalemate by their mutual need for you.

You can’t ever say you don’t have power in this life.

The resemblance between them, physically, is startling. They could be brothers, even if Joel is older. Both attractive as hell. Both dangerous. Both fucking incredible in bed.

Joel’s mouth trails kisses down your bare throat, finding a spot he likes before he bites down, sucks a mark into sensitive skin.

“Possessive, much, Miller?” Javi almost drawls it, his accent thicker than usual as he watches, his fingers tracing circles on your hips. He can’t talk; he can’t keep his hands off you, grinding his still clothed cock against your bare ass.

How is it that you’re completely naked and neither of them have taken off anything more than their coats? You suppose it’s only fair that they at least manage to conspire against you for something.

“Reminding her of her place.” Joel doesn’t even bother looking at the other man, licks the mark he’s just left on you.

“Pretty sure she knows her place.” Javi lays a light slap to your ass. “It’s right where she wants to be.”

Of the pair, he’s the least likely to underestimate you. Has a feeling you’re in this situation because you want to be, that in spite of everything, you’re the one in control here.

Joel hates that he agrees with his rival, makes a somewhat grouchy noise of agreement, gives a noncommittal jerk of the head.

“If by that you mean on her knees or on her back with one of our cocks in her, I’m unfortunately inclined to agree.”

You love how they talk about you, like you’re not there. Like you’re just an object for their pleasure. Even more delicious is the way you’re literally pressed between them, Javi grinding against your ass, Joel against your cunt, neither of them trying to disguise how much they want you.

“Definitely.” Javi wraps his hand around your hair, makes a fist in it, turns your head so he can kiss you. It’s not a sweet kiss, not really, more rough and needy and possessive. Like he’s proving a point.

Maybe he is, but Joel doesn’t comment. He knows this alliance is only temporary, doesn’t want to tread on Javi’s toes too heavily. The agreement formed, the bribes and the information passed between them, is as delicate as a house of cards, and you’re the foundation.

Doesn’t mean it doesn’t piss him off, just a little, to see the way you lean into the agent, lips parted, moaning into his mouth. He doesn’t like seeing you so fucking needy for anyone else, even though he’s never officially decided you’re his.

He shouldn’t fucking have to. Everyone else gives you a wide berth, knowing he’s about two steps behind you, possessive and silent as a shadow. Apparently that menacing act doesn’t apply to Javi, doesn’t stop him from throwing down a challenge.

You know you should - theoretically - make a decision, but you’re selfish, and why not admit it? They’re both dangerous, sexy, and you love that they fight over you.

Joel’s rough, scarred hand cups your bare cunt, sliding two thick fingers into you. He’s not playing fair, but it’s immensely fucking satisfying to know that this time, when you moan into Javi’s mouth, it’s because of him.

The latter lets you go, and you get about twenty seconds to breathe before it’s Joel who drags you in, tongue sliding into your mouth and licking against yours in rhythm with his fingers inside you. He can feel you dripping down his knuckles, feel how eager and needy you are, not just for him, but for both of them.

“Such a good, obedient little thing, aren’t you?” Joel removes his fingers from you, turns your body so your back is to his chest. “You’re going to be a good girl and suck his cock now.”

If it wasn’t such a damn good idea, one that benefits him, Javi might have had a dig at Joel for calling the shots, but, well… you’ve got such soft, warm little hands, so eager as you look at him with big doe eyes as you unzip his jeans, pull his hard cock out and stroke it gently.

He hadn’t been so sure about getting you on your knees on a bed between the two of them, but well…

“You just want her pussy first.” He says it anyway, rolling his eyes at Joel.

You bat your eyes at Javi as you settle into a comfortable position, on your knees, your ass pressed against Joel, flick your tongue out to give the tip of his cock a tiny lick.

“We both know you like fucking me when I’m full of his cum.”

He’s not even going to protest that. There’s something immensely filthy about it, about sliding his cock into your tight little cunt after Joel’s used you, fucking a mixture of all three of you deep into you.

Besides the point, you choose that moment to wrap your soft, soft lips around his cock, taking his entire length into your throat, humming softly at the taste of him.

Behind you, Joel strokes himself slowly, watches you for a moment. Waits until you’ve pulled back, teasing the other man by sucking just the tip of his cock to line himself up with your dripping cunt and slam in to the hilt.

The momentum pushes you forward, forcing you to take far more of Javi’s length into your throat than you were prepared for, but to your credit, you don’t choke.

“That wasn’t very nice.” Javi smirks, dark eyes glittering with sadistic amusement as he surveys Joel.

“Fuck off.” The older man rolls his eyes, rough hands on your hips, holding you in place. “She can take it.”

You feel a surge of pride at that, at how well Joel knows your limits, knows what you can handle. He’ll never admit it, but a small part of him cares about you, beyond the physical and sexual aspects of things.

He starts to move properly, drilling his thick cock deep into you, letting the force of his thrusts push you forward, helping you take Javi deeper into your throat, drawing groans from both men.

It’s beyond empowering, knowing that you’re responsible for this, for the sounds they’re making, for the way you can feel Javi’s thigh shaking as you suck on him.

Joel doesn’t relent, not for a moment, slamming into you hard and fast, making you scream around Javi’s cock, knees shaking. Joel’s hands on your waist hold you up, but eventually Javi has to place your hands on his hips to give you something to hold onto.

They’re both rough, relentless, and you love it, feeling every inch of both of them, every slap Joel lays to your ass as he slams into you. He won’t last much longer, he knows this much. You’re too tight, too wet and needy for him, and the sight of you drooling over his rival’s cock is doing… questionable things to him.

Even worse - better? - when you tighten around him, moaning around Javi, cunt soaking his cock drilling into you, giving him more ability to get deeper and deeper inside you, fucking you through the intensity of your release.

He’s close and he knows it. He knows it, you know it, and so does Javi.

“Gonna cum in her already, old man? Can’t say I blame you, she has the tightest cunt I’ve ever seen, but damn.” He’s lazy in his taunting, in the way he’s rocking his hips into your throat, enjoying the way you work your tongue around him, the way your doe eyes are watching him, half rolled back from the feeling of Joel fucking into you.

“Thought I told you to shut the fuck up.” Joel almost growls it, but he doesn’t argue beyond that. He’s too close, you’re too tight, tiny little cunt milking his cock like you were made for it.

Leaning down over you, he pulls you up, away from Javi, crushes your back against his chest as he slams into you, grinding in deep and staying there.

“Such a good fucking girl, so fucking tight for me, such a sweet little pussy, gonna fill you up so good…”

It’s a string of filth that trails off into senseless growls as he slams you down onto his cock, drags another orgasm out of you as he holds you in place as he fills you, hot thick ropes deep into your aching, fluttering cunt.

He stays there for a moment, wants to be selfish, but it’s not all about him. He wants to see you overstimulated, sobbing and begging and needy for the both of them. Still, he’s a little reluctant to release his hold on you, pull out of your heat, idly watching as some of his release drips out of you onto the bed.

Joel likes you on all fours, or riding him, but Javi is the opposite. He likes you pressed beneath him, likes the feel of you under him. Once Joel releases you, he pulls you against his chest, kisses you again before dragging your legs out from under you, pinning your body beneath his.

You don’t even get a chance to react, not really, breath leaving your lungs as he nudges your thighs open with his knee, tosses one leg up over his shoulder before he slams into you, every inch of him sliding in at once, made easier by the slickness of your need and Joel’s cum.

He’s big, and it should hurt, but you’re so wet and needy that it doesn’t, barely stings. The position he has you in isn’t particularly comfortable, but it lets him get deep, lets him lean down and devour your mouth in hungry kisses whenever he feels like it, which is often.

You won’t admit it, but you love how he has such a fixation on kissing you, on nipping at your lips. He doesn’t need you to admit it; he can see it in your eyes, feel it in the way you kiss him back, hook your free leg around his waist as he pounds into you.

Joel lazes back on the bed, watches you with mild interest. You’re so responsive to both of them, but in different way. That’s almost reassuring. That you don’t respond to them both in the same way. That there’s a difference. He doesn’t know why it calms him, makes him less jealous, but it does. He knows how you are with him, and that’s good enough.

Instead he reaches out to stroke your hair, caressing softly as Javi drags his cock out of you, slams back in, over and over until you’re delirious from the pleasure of it, cunt tightening around him.

“That’s it, querida, take it,” Javi soothes you as he drills into you, fucking you hard and fast, sitting up, tossing your other leg over his other shoulder, getting rougher, more erratic.

Joel leans in, kisses you to muffle your screams as you tighten, pulse around the cock buried in your cunt. Your release is what drives Javi straight into his own, over the edge, hands on your waist tight enough to bruise.

“Fuck, baby, so fucking good…” his hips piston against yours, burying himself to the hilt and staying there; you’re so over sensitive you can feel every inch of his cock throbbing inside you as he fills you, adding his own release to the mix inside you, overflowing, dripping out down his cock onto the sheets.

You’re an absolute mess. Beyond a mess. Shaking, trembling on the bed, back arching as you try to recover. Javi gives you a moment, trying to breathe himself, before he pulls out of you, admires the mess he’s made. Joel shifts to take his place, pulling you gently against him, your head in his lap.

“Fuck, should take a picture.” He mutters to himself, surveying you a bit longer before he rolls off the bed, zips his jeans up.

“Won’t stop you.” You answer sleepily.

“You might not, but he will.” Javi nods over at Joel, who’s still idly playing with your hair, having already fixed his own pants a while back. “Ain’t that right?”

“That’s right.” Joel runs his hand along your side possessively; the game is over now, and he’s no longer interested in sharing you. He tolerates this because you want it, but he has no interest in letting Javi get cocky.

“Didn’t think so.” Javi grins, loops his coat over his shoulder, digs a packet of cigarettes out the pocket and lights one. You watch him, still dazed, as he slides his shoes back on, cigarette dangling from his lips.

He crosses back to the bed, drops the end of the cigarette into the ashtray on the side table, then leans down to kiss your forehead. Mostly to piss Joel off, but also because he wants to.

“I’ll catch you around, Miller.” He crosses the room, to the door, turns back to give you a brief fleeting look before he’s gone, closing the door behind him, leaving you nestled in Joel’s arms, and any resentment he may have about that with you.

#my writing #Joel Miller #Javier Pena #Joel Miller x Reader #Javier Pena x Reader #Joel Miller smut #Javier Pena smut #mafia!joel #corrupt!javi #mafia au #the last of us #narcos #the last of us fic #Joel Miller fic #Javier Pena fic

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horanghater · 5 months

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Scenic Route

Summary: Road trip entertainment dries up fast, but Soonyoung has one more idea to help you pass the time.

▸ Pairing: Soonyoung x F!reader

▸ Rating / Genre / AU: 18+ / pwp / established relationship

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▸ Warnings: unsafe driving, oral (m, f receiving), piv, (light) breath play, creampie

▸ Word Count: 2.1k

▸ A/N: Wishing the happiest of birthdays to my lovely friend @onlymingyus! I hope you enjoy this slice of debauchery cake! @shuadotcom is my beta and my world <3 Love you both sm!

“I’m bored.”

“You’re bored? You’re not even driving,” Soonyoung scoffs, gaze fixed on the road ahead.

The problem with road trips is that between the rest stops and attractions, there are too many dead zones with little to look at in between. You’ve read, slept, listened to an audiobook, and even after another nap, you and Soonyoung still haven’t arrived at your destination for the night.

“Yeah, I’m not driving or doing anything else. My phone has no bars,” you pout as you put your screen to sleep again, silently praying for the millionth time for better service.

Soonyoung’s been with you long enough to know when you’re on the cusp of boredom-induced crankiness, so he racks his brain for ideas as he reaches over to squeeze your thigh comfortingly. “If you’re so bored, why don’t you get off and then go back to sleep?”

You’re sure that Soonyoung can feel your eyes boring holes into the side of his head. He can’t hide the way the sides of his lips quirk up, but he makes it a point not to return your stare. “You’re serious?”

His free hand moves from your leg to gesture at the steering wheel instead. “Unless you want to switch?” Ahead of you, there’s only an endless stretch of road and no other cars for what seems like miles. Getting back into the driver’s seat would be the only thing more boring than your current predicament. So getting off….that actually might be the best idea Soonyoung’s had all day.

But upright in the passenger’s seat isn’t the most ideal position. Sure, you could draw your legs up onto the seat and open yourself wide to make room for your fingers – it’s just not that comfortable. Finally, an even better idea dawns on you.

“What if I gave you road head?”

When Soonyoung finally does dare to glance at you, it’s with a mix of excitement and worry. His tongue darts out to wet his lips before he draws the bottom one between his teeth thoughtfully. “You wanna? Will that work for you?”

You’ve sucked Soonyoung off in plenty of locations – the woods, a manmade hot spring, his parents’ house, a department store dressing room – but never in the car. His biggest issue is usually with keeping quiet and for once, that’s not a factor. So why not?

“It’s something fun to do, like you were saying. Come on, turn on cruise control.”

Soonyoung fiddles with the controls on the steering wheel and adjusts in his seat, giving you enough room to work his cock out of his pants. It’s not the smoothest, but the elastic waistband of his sweats are forgiving enough to work with.

You waste no time, gathering saliva on your tongue and engulfing half of his cock in the heat of your mouth. Soonyoung hisses and fidgets with nowhere to go. When all he does is cuss and you feel him getting firmer, you figure it’s safe enough to keep going. With his arms just above you gripping the wheel, you can’t bob your head with the vigor that you usually would. Pushing yourself to lean a little further into Soonyoung’s lap, you hollow your cheeks and hold yourself there, delighting in the way he twitches against your tongue. Soonyoung makes a sound that’s somewhere between a yelp and a groan; it’s all the confirmation you need to proceed. Alternating between swiping your tongue around his length and throating as much as you can proves to be a winning combination. It’s barely any time at all before the familiar saltiness of his precum hits your tongue. Having Soonyoung unravel beneath you is always arousing, but every time you get a taste of his essence, it instantly doubles your excitement. It’s starting to feel uncomfortably damp between your thighs and you squeeze them for what’s honestly not enough relief, but you will yourself to at least finish him off before you find another position that will let you sink your fingers into your core.

Just as you’re starting to get lost in Soonyoung, he swears again and you feel the car veer to the right. His palm rests against the back of your hand when you try to assess; not forceful or scared, simply reassuring. You slow your ministrations down, letting him rest against the flat of your tongue as you await an explanation. When the car rolls to a smooth stop, Soonyoung lifts you back up and throws the gear in park. He’s pulled into a lookout spot between a thicket of trees, the front of the vehicle facing the rolling waves of the sea. It’s a gorgeous view that belongs on a postcard. You turn to tell Soonyoung as much, appreciating the romantic touch, but the words die in your throat as you watch his eyes indulgently fall over your curves.

“I need more than just your perfect mouth, baby girl. Let’s have some more fun.”

If you don’t tell him “no”, Soonyoung just takes. And when you don’t stop him now, that’s all the signal he needs. He twists off the ignition and hastily unbuckles your seatbelt, all but shoving you into the back before he ejects himself from the driver’s seat.

Soonyoung is great at eating pussy, so you certainly never require an excuse from him if he wants to do just that. Nonetheless, he provides an explanation of “since we don’t have lube” as he kneels on the ground in front of the car, settling between your unclothed legs as they dangle haphazardly off the side of the seat.

You’d no plans to argue anyway, but any sense of uncertainty went out the window the moment his tongue drags up your entrance and lush lips kiss your clit. The sensation plunges you into a pit of need with Soonyoung every single time, whether you’re ready for it or not. Then, when he pushes the soft muscle into your dewy entrance, your legs reflexively snap shut, only blocked by his shoulders. Soonyoung lets you trap him there, relaxing his jaw so he can sloppily mouth at your swollen lips, tongue still working into you as deep as he can get it. You can’t hold off your orgasm for very long when he’s like this, eager and voracious. Soonyoung knows it too – and when you start to spasm around him he pushes deeper and sucks as his nose nudges against your clit.

Your hands fly to his hair when you feel him groan and nuzzle into you. Soonyoung reaches up to take your hands instead, weaving your fingers together so he can anchor you as the flame in your stomach bursts into a fireball. It feels like the wind’s been knocked out of you as your body temperature spikes and you fall to pieces on Soonyoung’s tongue. He lets you ride the feeling out on his face, content to forgo oxygen if it means breathing only you in instead.

It feels like your climax lasts forever, though it’s clear that Soonyoung’s been (impatiently?) waiting for you to reach a plane of calm bliss when he rises and his bottoms are pulled just below his ass to expose his cock, hard and weeping from the tip. You crane your neck to get a better look, but Soonyoung does one better and climbs right on top of you, caging you on your back between his knees.

You call to him and Soonyoung singsongs your name back, leaning down to plant a kiss on your cheek. At the last second, you turn your head and force him to meet your lips, giggling at the taste of yourself on him. “Love you,” you whisper. Soonyoung pulls back just enough to study you, showering you with affection with his eyes before he repeats, “Love you too, baby.” He scooches forward and then he’s pushing inside, cock pulsing as your walls mold around him. You gasp along with him, holding onto his forearms as he starts to move. Soonyoung looks so good like this: chin tucked into his chest and brows tight as “fuck yes”s and more “love yous” tumble from his lips. Taking in the sight helps you to appreciate the slight burn that comes with his cock stretching you open, as is always the case when you’re both too excited to bother going any slower.

What helps the most, though, is the way Soonyoung mumbles out praises when he begins to thrust with real intent.

“So perfect for me, made for me.” “You always feel so good, princess.” “Taking this dick like a fucking pro.” No matter how vulgar it sounds, the praise feels like a weighted blanket, wrapping you up in threads made of need and adoration.

The distant sound of tires on gravel threatens to pull you from the headspace that is only Soonyoung, a moan dissipating in your throat before you can breathe it out. He’d ignored the way the car felt like a sauna and how cramped this all was, but the threat of being caught finally gets him to pause.

Soonyoung grouses as he pulls himself from you, twisting around awkwardly to bat your legs until you pull them closer so he can slam the car door closed. With your quarters at their tightest yet, he yanks you toward him by your hips and then rocks you back with your knees folded into your chest.

This time when Soonyoung sinks into you, it’s so much deeper. He sets a breakneck pace, pupils blown as he watches you whine at the feeling while he smacks his hips into your ass. The tires you heard earlier are less distant now, but Soonyoung won’t let you worry about it further.

He presses his entire body into you, your combined weight forcing out a punched exhale as he grinds his hips against you feverishly. The tip of Soonyoung’s cock is prodding at the knot forming in your belly. Your mouth falls open, but he shushes you and makes sure to fully relax atop you, stopping you from taking in enough air to make more noise.

Soonyoung controls everything from your orgasms to every breath you dare to take in. The reminder tugs sharply at the knot as your eyes roll back and flutter shut, succumbing to the pleasure bullying its way through your body. “Ssh, ssh,” he murmurs above you, voice shaky with his own end quickly approaching. “You can cum like this, can’t you? Don’t wanna get caught.” All you can do is nod as he grinds deep, rhythm faltering as he grits out, “So, so, so good for me, baby girl.” Soonyoung shifts just barely, but the change is enough to press into your aching clit. The friction surprises you, knot snapping as blood rushes in your ears and your climax rips through your limbs. You’re too wrapped up in each other to see it, but you can hear the way your cum oozes out and pools at your entrance to form a ring around your abused hole. It’s lewd, perverse in a way that would have you drawing in a breath if Soonyoung would allow it.

The way your cavernous walls shrink around and pull Soonyoung’s cock inward slows his movement, but not his intensity. Feeling you gush around him and watching you cum silently, lungs at his mercy, goes straight to his balls. They grow tighter when he finally eases off of you to thrust at one more angle, the anticipation making him tingle.

You gasp deeply and whimper, “Soonyoung” pitifully when you’re finally allowed to breathe once again. You feel pleasantly warm all over, if not a little achy, and smile up at him, dopey.

The sight of you fucked out is what does Soonyoung in at last, gritting out more praise as he stills and hot cum floods your cunt.

You stay together like that for a few minutes, panting and sweaty as your skin sticks together uncomfortably. When Soonyoung finally does move, you sigh with relief as you extend your legs, the movement soothing even if you can’t rest them down properly with the limited space.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Soonyoung frets, grimacing at his own sweat. “Paper towels are in the trunk, I think. That other car left – let me go back there so I can clean you up.”

“S’ok,” you mumble, basking in twilight.

Soonyoung loves you all of the time, but especially in moments like this when all you feel is the warmth of paradise.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” he admits softly.

“Love you too.”

Twenty minutes later, you’re passed out with your hood pulled up and cinched together under your chin, head leaning against the window.

Soonyoung peers at you, smiling contentedly at knowing he’s the cause. “Can’t wait to get to the damn hotel,” he says aloud to himself. “Got some more fun for you there, baby.”

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soaked4mk · 4 days

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It’s still me // Love sick! (Mk1) Johnny Cage x Reader

⚠️: Slight Violence/blood, Possessiveness?, Manipulation, Dub Con finger fucking, Man-handling.

👽: this has been in my drafts for a minute. Sorry I haven’t been writing a lot lately. Im finally done moving into my new HOMEE so I’m hopefully going to try to get more requests done// (not proof read)

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★ “Johnny! Oh my god— what the fuck did you do!?” You don’t even know how you ended up in this position, you were just trying to surprise your boyfriend with a new piece of jewelry. Dropping the small gift box, Looking down at the ground, trembling at the sight of your boyfriend who held this man by his hair, motionless on the floor. Blood leaking from his head and into the pool. You wretch at the sight, and turn away, holding your hand up to your mouth in attempt to keep the vomit that threatened to escape your body. “No!— no! You weren’t supposed to see this honey…”

★ Johnny immediately drops the man’s head, a thud followed as he did so. “Wait—wait, WAIT!” His strong hand grips your shoulder, forcing you to face the towering man before you. Eyes dilated, pin pointing his gaze through your own. “Baby, let me explain !” His voice trembled a bit, the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. “God fucking DAMN IT!” Cursing, running his bloodied fingers through his hair, he huffs.

★ Shaking your head, and taking a step back, you cause the man to frown. “J-Johnny…” you shakily choke out, completely shocked at the scene playing out in front of you. If you hadn’t just seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn’t have believed it. “Baby, he was an obstacle, I had to get that bastard taken care of.” he steps closer, backing you into a wall. “Please, understand, doll.” his voice cracked.

★ “Understand what!? Jesus, Johnny… you’ve killed a man!” “I’ve killed men.” He corrected, taking another step, causing your back to finally touch the wall. your blood ran cold as he approached you. “I’ve killed men for you.” He grabs both of your shoulders, pining you against the wall, lightly tracing his thumbs along your collarbones. Your eyes dart to the dead man behind him, before glancing towards the door. He sees your distracted face and tightens his grip.

★“I did this for you— everything I’ve ever done has been for you, Y/N… how the fuck do you not see that.” He looks back at the dead man, who was bleeding out into his pool. Face most likely unrecognizable, from having his head repeatedly bashed into the marble floor. “I mean…” He chuckled, half-shrugging before looking back at you “who else would do this for you?” You’re speechless, heart buzzing in your ears, your internal monologue was screaming at you to escape, run, to get the fuck out of here.

★ But you were frozen with fear. Feet rooted in place. After just witnessing what this man was capable of, you knew that there was no way in Hell you’d have a fair chance. Your throat went dry, and tears stung your eyes as you went mute. A chuckle rumbles through his chest again, snapping his fingers in your face. “I asked you a fucking question.”

★ Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t get a word out. Your chest was tight and you were visibly shaken, a tear rolled down your cheek. For some odd reason this made Johnny quickly switch his tone “Right, right…” Johnny took a deep breath, before releasing you. Rubbing his temples, staring at you and contemplating god knows what. He paces around for a moment as you stay in place, watching his sanity crack little by little. “Baby, I’m sorry, please—“ he laughed lightly “come on, you know me, you know I would never hurt you right…?” He asked, bringing his hand up to caress your face.

★ Flinching in return, Johnny winces at the sight, retracting his hand. You didn’t know. For the first time ever, you felt unsafe with your boyfriend. Saying nothing, your thoughts flooded your head, overlapping with questions and aching for answers.

★ The Johnny you knew was witty, funny, corny and sweet. The Johnny you knew could fight, sure…but kill? What were the signs…were there any? If so, when? Could you have prevented this? Or was he always the man standing before you, finally mask off. This thought process was cut short as Johnny sighed inwardly.

★ “Do you still love me…?” He asked genuinely, holding both of your hands in his. This caused your heart to drop. Did you..? How could you? He killed a man in cold blood. As much as you wanted to scream at him ‘no! I could never love a murderer!’ Your mouth wouldn’t let you. Your body rejected the thought of falling out of love with Johnny. So you stand there, eyes glancing at the body behind him before darting back to his gaze. Swallowing hard, you reply.

★ “I…I don’t even know who you are anymore…” Johnny frowned at your answer, leaning in, he started to gently kiss your neck. “It’s still me, sweetheart…” he cooed, nuzzling into the crook. Causing a shiver to run down your spine. “You know I only did it to protect you, right baby?” He continued, as he began to leave small marks on your neck. You let out a small whimper, internally cursing your bodies reaction to his touch.

★ “N-no...” you weakly attempt to push him away. Causing him to panic slightly. “Baby, please— before he could finish, you booked it. Johnny saw this, and grabbed your wrist with little to no effort, harshly throwing you to the ground. “You knew that wouldn’t work…” he scolded softly, walking passed you, lifting the feet up of the dead man. Dragging him further from the pool. “This guy,” Johnny suddenly switched conversation “you know, he had the fucking gaul to snap those pictures when you had that wardrobe malfunction?”

★ He asked, dropping the man’s feet carelessly. It was scary how quick he could switch from sweet to hostile—so casually…“And then he went on to send them to TMZ! out of all the fucking shit talkers.” He shook his head in disgust, kicking the dead body before approaching you again.

★ He helped you up, yanking you off of the ground by your arm. “Kitty, you weren’t even supposed to be here until,” he checked his watch. “Thirty minutes from now…” he looked at you with question. “I…I just wanted to surprise you.” You dryly replied, averting your gaze from his, your eyes land on the gift box on the floor.

★ Johnny smiles, his eyes softening at your answer. “Oh, sweetheart…” he shook his head a bit. “This is why I love you. You’re so thoughtful…” Johnny looked over his shoulder, peeking at the body “So good…” turning his gaze back to you, he guided you to the couch.

★ “Stay.” He simply commanded , as he went to continue dragging the body out of sight. You heard an audible thud before Johnny came back into the living room, scoffing at the sight of his bloodied pool. “I’m gonna need to completely drain and bleach this fucking thing…” Shaking his head, he walked back towards the couch, tucking a strand of hair out of your face.

★ Giving you the time to notice his bloodied and bruised knuckles. A part of you wanted to mend his wounds—contrast to your shocked state. But another part of you felt that as enabling the psychotic behavior. “You never answered me.” He snapped you back into reality, looming over you, as you’re back pressed into the soft couch cushion. “I-w-wha—

★ “Do you still love me, Y/N.” He gripped your cheeks with one hand, forcing you to look at him, making you yelp. “Y-yes!” You cry out, ripping your chin from his grip, you look away, and begin to sob. Letting the reality of the situation finally sink in. Before you could fully grasp your position however, Johnny smashed his lips against your own.

★ You melt into his touch, as it still feels familiar…warm and welcoming. Your common sense is thrown out the window as he holds the back of your neck, deepening the kiss, you run your fingers through his hair, tears spilling from your eyes, out of shame or maybe even guilt. Either way, your mind was convoluted.

★ Johnny smiled into the kiss, seeing you fight the devil and angel that were perked up on your shoulders. He knew he was mind fucking you, but he didn’t care, just as long as you stayed with him. “I’m the only person in this world, that knows your body better than you do.” he purred into your ear, laying you down onto the couch. “I’m the only one that can make you laugh…” he continued “who can get you so mad, you cry. Only I can make you scream…make you cum.”

★ Your heart is racing as you feel the hairs on your skin raise. A twinge of arousal shoots through your body, His breath was hot against your ear and he shifted more of his weight onto you. slotting a leg between your thighs, he felt the heat radiating from between them.

★ “You’re soaked…” he teased, condescendingly. “Only for me, huh?” He finished his point from earlier, aggressively pulling at your bottoms, before slipping his hand in, he began to play with your clit. Causing you to arch your back, and let out a moan.

★ “Johnny— stop!” You whimper, face flushed as your body reacts to his touch. “Stop? Stop what? This?” He asked knowingly, before burying his middle finger into you, feeling the cold silver of his ring on your heated skin, goosebumps begin to rise. His motion begins to quicken, in a matter of no time he inserts a second finger. Probing your cunt vigorously with a shit eating smirk. “That’s right~” he hums, attacking your neck with rough kisses and love bites. fucking you onto his digits, curling them just right as his thumb encircles your clit.

★ “Aha-f—fuck!” You moan out, throwing your head back as he continues his relentless assault on your soaked core. A guilty pleasure seeps into your body, relishing in the sick fact your lover would go to such extreme lengths for you…

★ Your brain was polluted with sweetened words. And his reasoning behind this whole incident suddenly seemed valid. “I love you.” Johnny says, his voice gruff. “Say it back.” He ordered, picking up the pace of his fingers. “I-I love you~” you whine out, feeling that familiar build up inside.

★ Your body trembles as you let out an exasperated breath. Johnny entrapped your mouth into another fiery kiss, repeating how much he loves you, thanking you for being so understanding about the ‘little bump in the road’. Your mind is blank as your hips buck, grinding against his ministrations, you let out small moans and whimpers. Feeling your self edging closer and closer.

★ He felt your walls tighten around his fingers, egging you on to cum. “come on, cum for me, cum for me baby~” With his encouragement, you were quick to release on his hand. Soaking it in the process. Your chest was heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Blinded by the high of your orgasm. Johnny trailed light kisses on your neck, infatuated with your flushed expression.

★ “Don’t even worry about this… I’ll have it taken care of, and everything’s gonna be just fine.” He tried to convince you through his loving kisses. Causing your breath to hitch in your throat, contemplating his words, you stifled a whimper as he nipped a sweet spot on your neck.

★“Please baby, please. Just trust me, I promise you’ll never see anything like it again…” Johnny whispers sweet nothings into your ear, keeping his fingers inside of you, harshly pumping them, unrelenting and overstimulating you. He wasn’t satisfied- not until you gave in completely.

★ “Fuck—okay—okay!” you blurt out, cunt feeling numb, begging him to please stop. “I-I trust you…just—please—“ He pulls his fingers from your dripping pussy, nerves buzzing through your entire body from the assertiveness of his actions. the corners of his mouth curl up into that familiar grin. Bringing his coated digits to his mouth, licking them clean, humming and savoring your taste. “Good girl.”

★ “Now how about you get your pretty little ass in the shower? I’ll get this all cleaned up, alright?” He asks, brushing your hair from your face, pressing his lips to your forehead before standing up from the couch. You simply nod before getting off of the couch yourself. Feeling a playful swat on your ass as you make your way to the shower. Thought process and morals tainted by lust.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷��︶

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat fandom #mk fandom #johnny cage mk1 #johnny cage x reader #yandere x reader #love sick #bruh I just wrote that

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anastasiabowe · 5 months

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Mini Me

Summary: Mike having major baby fever..

Warning: probably won’t sound like Mike at ALL. Sex, p in v, swearing, impregnating (funny word), unsafe sex, fluff. MDNI

Mike can admit, you guys were NOT in the right financial situation to have a kid. Abby is enough already, but there was this deep want of a little baby wrapping its tiny hand around his much larger one. It having his face and your attitude.

This thought didn’t just come to him randomly, well it did, but it was a developing desire. The idea came to him back when he was working at the mall. A little boy that was too cute for his own good, waddled to him with tears welling in his eyes, crying for help to find his dad.

Mike at first was a bit unsure how to help, but when the little boy reached his small hand to grab his finger, Mike automatically felt this wave of protectiveness over the little boy.

Mike eventually found the little boy’s father, and reluctantly had to give him back, but that was the spark that lit the flame.

Mike had came home and saw you chasing Abby, yelling at her to stop running so she can eat her dinner.

Mike sighed, his dream of a mini him wasn’t going to happen if they kept living like this.

So! For a couple of months, he set aside money, looked for a new job, and was now finally confident enough to spring up this idea to you.

You both were currently making out in his room, both high off of the want of each others gifts you both bring each and every time you fuck, that being what y’all were born with.

You both undressed, and Mike slowly slid in, suppressing the loud groan he wanted to let out.

He started thrusting into you, gripping and rubbing every inch of your body. He loved having you in this position. He loved being able to grab your ass, but also kind of see your face.

“Fuck, y/n, don’t know what I’d do without you.” He leaned over you and kissed your cheek.

Soon enough, you were crying about how much you loved him and how you were going to cum.

With what you said, he remembered why you both were doing this right then and there.

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” He flipped you over, still inside so he can see your face.

“Uh huh! Please let me cum!” You whined, grabbing his face and kissing him.

He started pounding into you, smiling at the screams you let out.

“Fuck! I’m gonna put a baby in you. Gonna have you swollen and round with my baby.” He started babbling, not realizing what he was even saying, he wanted to talk to you first so you wouldn’t feel forced into this, but honestly, he found baby trapping hot too so, what can he say?

“You want that? You want a mini me running around the place, Huh?” You didn’t even make a sound, you had already came and he was now using all he had left to make you feel good as long as he did.

“Make you a mommy, make you officially mine.” He started to whimper in your ear, making you reach a second orgasm.

“Mike! I can’t!” You moaned, he kissed you, and you came again.

“I’m cumming!” He groaned, cumming inside of you. He laid there for a few moments, before he slowly pulled out.

Fingers crossed you’re throwing up in a couple of days!

This was dog shit, just wanted to post something to pass time by!

#mike schmidt smut #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf movie #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson smut

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ynbabe · 1 year

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Young Justice x male reader- incorrect quotes

Robin, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Y/N, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Wally, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Kaldur, trembling: What are we playing

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*Robin is cooking*

Y/N: Any chance that’s for me?

Robin: It’s for Kaldur. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need them on my side.

Wally: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

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Robin: *Screams*

Y/N: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Wally: Should we do something?

Kaldur, hoping that someone can finally get the ninja child to chill: No, I want to see who wins.

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Robin: Bye Y/N! Bye Wally! Bye Kaldur! Bye Artemis! Bye Y/N!

Wally: You said ‘bye Y/N’ twice.

Robin: I like Y/N.

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Robin: You kidnapped Y/N? That’s illegal!

Wally: But Robin, what’s more illegal? Briefly, inconveniencing Y/N, or destroying our dreams?

Robin: Kidnapping Y/N, Wally!!!

Kaldur, meeting his celebrity inspiration: Robin, listen, whatever I may think of you right now- these guys are counting on you to inspire them!

Robin: What, to kidnap people?!?!

Kaldur: To work together!

Robin: TO KIDNAP PEOPLE?!?!?!?!

Artemis: Robin, we all agreed a celebrity is a not a people.

Y/N, teenage orphan heir in Gotham who is feared by everyone for reasons: *Happy to be there* Uh do I get a say in this?

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Robin: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Kaldur: Robin no.

Y/N: Mistlefoe.

Kaldur: Please stop.

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Robin: WHY. why did you give Wally a KNIFE?!

Y/N: I’m sorry. He said he felt unsafe.

Robin: Now I feel unsafe!

Y/N: I’m sorry.

Y/N: ... would you like a knife?

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Robin: Y/N and I don’t use pet names.

Wally: I see. Hey, what do I call tacos?

Robin: My love?

Y/N: Yes, Di?

Robin:

Wally: Don't ever lie to my face again.

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Robin: How's the sexiest person here~?

Y/N: I don't know, how are you~?

Robin, flustered: I-

Wally, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

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Robin: How do I deal with my enemies?

Y/N: Kill them

Robin: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution

Y/N: Kill them only a little?

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Robin: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.

Y/N, went to Blackgate undercover for funsies: Oh, you’ve been?

Robin, protected by the big bat for now: Once. In Monopoly.

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Robin: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running?

Y/N, who has pissed off the entire Justice League and the league of villains: Oh, I’m always running

Y/N: The question is from what

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Robin: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?

Y/N, accidentally emotionally adopted by John Constantine: How am I supposed to know?

Wally: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.

Y/N: *sighs*

Y/N: You wouldn't be trapped.

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Wally: Y/N and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Robin: *Sighing* What did Y/N do?

Wally: He chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Y/N: Who wants a steering wheel?

Guys I'm stuck in writers block, pls request or suggest any new characters or fandoms I can write for!!!!

#young justice #young justice x reader #young justice x male reader #wally west yj #yj dick grayson #kaldur'ahm #wally west x reader #wally west x male reader #yj artemis

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gilverrwrites · 14 days

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Quick and Dirty

Pairing: Captain Boomerang/Reader

Digger has an idea, it involves highly inappropriate usage of the Speed Force Gauntlet. (Please ignore the fact that the gauntlet doesn't actually extend to the fingers - at least i'm pretty sure it doesn't)

You're currently reading the AFAB version

>[Please click here for the AMAB version]<

Rating: 18+

Words: >800

Content: Established relationship, coercion (kinda), clitoral stimulation, vibrations, dirty talk, spit, swearing.

Please remember: to do the things that make you happy.

“No. Fucking. Way.” You warn, leaning back against the wall and crossing your arms defensively. “You keep that thing away from me.”

“Oh, come on, Darlin’.” Digger is still smiling, crooked, confident, casual. He gestures to the speed gauntlet strapped to his other arm. “It’s perfectly safe. You’ve seen me usin’ it.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” You examine the glove in question. It would be a lie to say you weren’t intrigued. You didn’t know much about the speed force beyond whatever half-truths Digger rambled on about, it seemed intricate, and unsafe. But Boomerang was a good lay, and he’d used that thing to save your skin in the field more than once, so you were willing to tentatively hear him out. “If that thing goes off midway, I don’t want my bits going with it.”

“That won’t happen… Probably.” Concern did flash across his face briefly, but it was quickly hidden by his usual bravado. He stepped closer to you, not quite close enough to touch, but enough that you could smell him, that you could feel the high energy radiating from him. Or maybe that was the gauntlet. “Have a little faith in ol’ Boomer, aye. I’ll treat you right, make you feel real good.”

“Okay… but if anything happens to mine.” You point to your crotch before gesturing to the growing erection in Digger's trousers. “I’m using yours as target practice.”

That might have been a boner killer for other men, but Digger's enthusiasm when it comes to sex or showing off knows no bounds, and this is a perfect opportunity for both. His eyes glint with mischief, with victory. He licks his lips, and you know there’s no backing out now, you’re fucked.

Digger maintains eye contact as he reaches out, there’s no pleasantries. He makes quick work undoing your trousers, hooking his gloved fingers in your panties, and pulling them both down until they’re positioned halfway down your thighs.

“What, no foreplay?” You challenge, raising your brows at him.

“You’re not gonna need it.” The look he gives you is so coy, so amused. It should fuel your cynicism, but it looks hot on him. “But, since ya asked so nicely, I guess I can spare a lil somethin’.”

He rests his unarmed hand on the wall beside you and leans in, occupying your lips with his. You’re only allowed a moment to enjoy it before you feel the brisk metal finger plates of the gauntlet slide between your slit. You hiss at the contact, and Digger pulls his hand back immediately.

“Sorry bout that. Shoulda warmed it up first.” His expression flips to sheepish as he brushes his fingers against his scarf. He blows on it a few times before spitting on his index finger and continuing. “Right, let’s try that again.”

He resumes the position, one hand on the wall, one hand slinking back between your legs, and his face just inches from yours. The temperature has barely improved, but he’s able to sink his fingers back in without causing you to flinch this time.

You’re still unprepared and admittedly unimpressed thus far as he starts circling your clit. To give him a fighting chance, you close your eyes, hoping it will help you focus on the feeling.

“Aye, no no no. Keep your eyes open.” As you follow his instruction, you hear a quiet whizzing from below, a lesser sound than the gauntlet's normal powering up. “I wanna watch your reaction.”

Then it hits you, an intense pulsing pressed against your most sensitive area, like every vibrator ever invented is being utilised on you in that single moment. The wall prevents you from being able to roll your head back, so you stare at Digger, wide-eyed as your body tingles and burns.

“Shhhhiiiiit, you like that.” His voice is dripping with fervour, and it only serves to add an extra level of throbbing to your cunt. Already approaching your climax, you’re unable to find the words to respond, instead fisting your hands around Digger's leather lapels in anticipation. “You reallllly like that, don’t ya?”

A nod is all you can manage as you begin to jerk and quiver, hitting your climax in record time. It’s hot and searing, like lightning is running through your whole body.

The tips of your fingers and toes, among other things, are still twitching as you start to catch your breath moments later. You can barely comprehend whatever Digger is prattling on about. He’s waving the gauntlet around, his arm moving so fast you can’t make it out. There’s lots of brash laughter and ‘I told ya so’s. You’re finally able to fully tune in as he muses, “How many rounds of that can handle, I wonder?”

#captain boomerang x reader #captain boomerang imagine #captain boomerang smut #digger harkness x reader #george digger harness x reader #gilverrwrites

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prince-kallisto · 1 month

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Crowley’s Gibier (A Follow-Up to the Soup Theory)

In the Magic Assault Practice event, Crowley begins with a speech that lasts four minutes- much like the Culinary Crucible event! But what truly shocked me was how he begins this event talking about how he visited a “gibier speciality restaurant.” This seemed like just him making an excuse to speak about food, but then Crowley begins getting oddly specific about the handling of gibier.

Gibier is wild game meat (aka animals hunted in the wild) which is Crowley’s favorite food!

But then, Crowley gets into more detail aboht the background process of handling such meat. He says “that the meat would get tough and smell foul if it’s not treated properly, in a process that requires techniques based on experience.”

He also says something along the lines of “there are many situations in which difficult decisions must be made on-site, and it is not something that can learned overnight,” and that it’s true craftsmanship that he’s in love with.

HM??

As the title to this theory suggests, this is a follow up to a previous theory regarding the significance of soup to Crowley, and why he repeatedly mentions it. I highly, highly recommend reading that previous theory first, as it gives far more context to what I’m talking about now! In that post, I mentioned that Crowley’s preference for wild meat, and the implications that he can eat inedible things like a crow/raven could, reminded me a lot of General Lilia’s habits of cooking rats and lizards. As soldiers on the field, they would have had to hunt for their meat in the wild, aka wild game.

So why does Crowley speak so heavily in several lines in the preparations of this, especially in how it’s based on experience? They way Crowley speaks of the smell and texture seems to imply that he’s experienced handling wild game himself many times before in order to gain this experience.

Crowley himself says that gibier/wild game involves handling several types of meat. This can include pheasants, quails, deer/venison, waterfowl, rabbit, hare, squirrel, elk, alligator etc. etc. Crowley doesn’t specify which type he is familiar with, but if he does indeed have first hand experience with the handling of freshly hunted meat, then I will safety assume that it includes some species of bird and some land animals.

It is also uncertain if the meat he is referring to is truly fresh from the hunt (meaning it would have to be plucked/skinned), or already prepared through machinery. But then, when Crowley says “there are many situations where difficult decisions must be made on-site,” it makes me think that he’s referring to the meat truly fresh from the hunt. And because he refers to treating and processing, I feel more positive on this idea!

Tw for mentions of deer preparation (not detailed) post-hunt all in the one paragraph below

I will be using deer/venison as an example, since it’s one of the most types of wild game. But Crowley says the meat would smell foul and be tough if not treated properly. I’m assuming he’s referring to the “dressing” of the meat, which means gutting the animal and then cooling the meat. Since Crowley refers to difficult decisions made on site, dressing a deer has to be soon or else there is the high risk of the meat spoiling and smelling foul and becoming slimy. Deer does indeed has a strong “gamey” smell, but the meat actually spoiling is what Crowley may be referring to. The temperature of the site you are working in is a huge factor in this, and the gutting is necessary to get rid of the body heat inside the deer. In just 20 minutes, there can be a huge spread in bacteria which can end up spoiling the meat and making it unsafe to eat. Magic in this world certainly helps with the cooking factor, as ice can be conjured up easily. But back to the difficult decisions, just a different of 10 degrees (Fahrenheit btw) can make a huge difference in the urgency that a deer would have to be taken care of. Additionally, the shot placement can have a huge impact on how quickly the bacteria may spread, necessitating quick work in gutting. And then Crowley refers to “processing,” meaning the deer would have to skinned and aged and cut, where a lot of other decisions would have to made too.

Now, Crowley being an gibier enthusiast may give him the knowledge of what gibier is supposed to taste like, but I was truly shocked at his words perhaps implying that he’s done it himself to the point of gaining experience.

But then I remembered General Lilia speaking of how he doesn’t care much for more refined cooking and meals. It was to the point that Meleanor complained of the dried meat was hard and salty. Dried is of course tougher and high in sodium, but there can be a lot of mistakes made when drying the meat. Over drying it can make the meat lose far too much moisture and become brittle, which sounds even worse if it was over salted. This, or his cuts of meat were too inconsistent, causing some slices to be taste over salted if they were cut too thinly. Lilia is also surprised by Silver, Sebek, and Yuu’s cooking as well, where the meat is tender and not dry at all- further implying that the meat he cooks is quite the opposite and just lacking in the detailed preparation Crowley speaks of. (Credits to Otome Ayui for the translation 🙏💖🐦‍⬛)

Lilia then says that after the dried meat fiasco, Levan summoned a pot to make soup. Now I am wondering if Levan made the soup from the dried meat/jerky. To fix overly salty dried meat, the salty coating can be rinsed, but sometimes when it’s so tough that rinsing it can’t fix it, it can be a great addition to *soup.* The soaking would rehydrate the meat and lessen the intensity of the sodium, while also providing a good flavor to the soup. So Levan could’ve fixed this situation with the easy solution- because he has the knowledge and experience to do so!

NAIFJZJDJCF THIS COULD BE ONE OF THE “DIFFICULT DECISIONS MADE ON SITE” THST CROWLEY WAS REFERRING TO!! If they already had dried meat, it would be too time consuming to try and gather more food. So Levan took this bad situation of overly salty and tough meat, and repurposed it inside the soup he prepared…it was quick and experienced thinking on his end!!!

BUT THEN, in Crowley’s personal story with his new SSR card, he speaks AGAIN about wild game meat! Vargas shares this trait with him- which makes sense since he twisted from Gaston. But Crowley is not only familiar with deer meat, but many other kinds as well, reaffirming what I said above regarding his experience. This scene is also where he’s eating meat pie. And back to his speech in the Magic Assault Practice event, he mentions that he frequents restaurants specializing in gibier (Credits to Otome Ayui again!!)

I am a firm believer that Crowley’s mentions of food is significant to his story. Food is prominently presented in Twisted Wonderland as vital to the character’s backstories and even their relationship with other characters, which fits the belief in psychology that food is related to memories of an experience- instead of just the actual flavor.

(This below is copied from the previous theory I was mentioning just because I think it’s a really important point):

“Think of what the strawberry tart meant to Riddle, for example. Of the tart's forbidden sweetness, of how he disobeyed his mother just wanting to be with his friends. Or even Malleus with his disliked food being "full-sized birthday cake" and his favorite being shaved ice, and how these experiences came from being alone on his birthday!”

“TWST uses food in their storytelling very deliberately- not only for backstory/memories but for character relationships. Think of how Cater pretended to like sweet things when in actuality he despised them and only Trey noticed it (relating to his own personality of being trendy and cool, but rather detached to the people around him), and sweet things brought back memories of how his sisters used to force him to eat sweets that he didn't even like. OR how Kalim's least favorite food is curry, because Jamil was once put into a coma after taste-testing Kalim's poisoned curry. But hey, even though curry was banned in Kalim's banquets because Kalim was so terrified from the incident, Jamil's favorite food is curry anyway! Or Azul's favorite food being friend chicken disliked food being "healthy foods" despite constantly eating it due to his weight insecurities. Jade and Floyd's favorite foods relating to octopus. Trey and Vil even have stories as to why they hate MUSTARD AND MAYONNAISE”

“This is not just for the students, but for the staff too.Trein's vichyssoise establishes him as a traditional and old-fashioned (and "elegant") man, Vargas' raw eggs and Sam's chicken gumbo connects them to the movies they're twisted from (frog meat is said to have the texture and a bit of the flavor of chicken. So Sam's favorite food being chicken gumbo is a sly way to imply the frogs from the film!)”

“And in the end, there is the soup, the tomatoes stew and juice, and the wild game meat. If something as specific as a full sized birthday cake means something significant to a character, why not the specification of wild game? It's just..interesting that Crowley's mentions of food ties back in some way with the very very few mentions that Lilia makes regarding Levan.”

Okay copy-paste over haha, but I’m just so intensely interested by the recent repeated mentions of Crowley’s wild game. It’s a very, very subtle potential hint- but that’s why I so firmly believe it what I just said above. The soup from the previous theory, and now wild game being mentioned over and over and over again, in his voiceline, the Magic Assault event, and now his personal story- much like the soup that mentioned in the game, novel, AND manga. So…Crowley potentially having first hand experience for preparing wild game on site could mean a lot here.

At first, it may seem like an unexpected decision for his character, but I think with the right context, it could make a lot of sense…he is a crow/raven (these corvids scavenge for obviously raw carcasses), but values the proper preparation of wild game and acknowledges how it is a craft to be valued in itself. He likely has a respect for the nature of these animals, understanding the proper yet difficult care needed for them.

And considering Crowley is such a huge fan of meat, I wouldn’t be surprised if he ate more “unusual” parts of the animals as part of his belief, like the heart, liver, gizzard, tripe, tongue, neck, etc etc. (In many parts of America these are considered unusual haha, but this was not a rare sight to me at all growing up and frequenting cultural markets!) No part of the animal is to be wasted, even if others consider some parts to be “undesirable” and thus thrown away. Animals are not just hunted for their hide or feathers- instead, as many parts of them are saved and utilized as part of the respect for it. And as we see in Briar Valley through Lilia’s dream, the Fae here have a high respect for nature, and part of their hatred for the Silver Owls is their disrespect for it and how they’ve been ruining their land that they live off on and have cared for for centuries. So…perhaps I am looking too deep as usual LMAO, but I really do appreciate the respect given to nature in this way.

And actually, also to my previous theory…it’s becoming more possible that Crowley wanting to eat Grim was not just a joke from him haha…😰 He could be fully capable of actually cooking him in a stew like he says >_> Oh and, the MASTERCHEF Grim card was just dropped for the 4th anniversary…it’s all about food 👀

Anyway, Crowley please cook me a soup yourself. I need to know what your cooking abilities are like…

#twisted wonderland #twst #dire crowley #twst dire crowley #twst levan #twst Lilia #kallistopost #twst theory #twst analysis #twst General Lilia

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pommunist · 8 days

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Thoughts on Quackity’s stream

Q saying that he’s doing the stream in english instead of spanish and saying it’s because people were upset that the previous statements were in spanish. Obviously I’d like for him to speak about these important things in the language of his choice, but I feel like he misunderstood that the issue most people had was actually not the language but the lack of subtitles + official translation. And this issue still stands when he speaks english btw.

Now, and I believe that’s all that need to be said about this : Anyone who goes out of their way to spread Q’s personal information and/or uses it to threaten and harass him are proper freaks and I will never stand for that. I’m sorry that he is fearing for his safety, no one deserves to go through that.

I know that there are many people who perceived him stepping down from his position as a way to avoid his responsibilities and I can definitely see where they’re coming from but I personally see it as a good thing. Obviously because safety comes first and if taking a step back can stop him from being put in harm’s way, absolutely a great decision. And also because this may allow people who are more capable of handling this position to be put in charge.

I’m also glad that he’s taking actions against the people who were misusing his funds and who enforced a toxic work environment. We don’t know anything about these people so I won’t talk much about it but I hope they face the consequences of their actions.

Also good that it was clarified that that one problematic person has not been involved with the project, I think everyone is relieved to know that someone unsafe was not a part of it. Although, while he was right to warn people not to spread misinformation (this is true for everything btw do your research !), I don’t like how he said to be mindful about the intentions of people who raised the question, because a lot of them had genuine concern about it being a possibility and this could have been a very serious and dangerous thing if it had been true.

It’s good that he acknowledged that he didn’t properly address the issue of xenophobia against brazilians the first time and apologised for it. However I don’t like how he took the time to address that it was specifically brazilians who were being targeted, but didn’t address that it was mostly his own community who was responsible for it, which led to another wave of hate and bigotry towards brazilian fans on twitter. However I’m not brazilian myself and it’s only up to them wether they choose to accept his apology or not.

He talked about how he is usually a private person regarding these situations and to be honest I’ve always admired the fact that he doesn’t engage publicly with drama. Drama, except this isn’t drama, it goes way beyond what this word means.

Him saying he was ready to handle it privately but that it was made public before that is just so hypocritical to me, because we know from the many admins statements that they had tried to bring attention internally to some of the problems but it was either ignored, or actually impossible from them to have communication with the higher hierarchy. So saying what he said just puts the blame on the admins who came out with their stories for this whole situation taking the proportions it has taken.

And great that he’s saying that there has been some restructuring made within the team, and hopefully these changes will only leave the studios with competent people who are good intentioned towards everyone involved. I won’t like though, I fail to see how asking for everyone’s feedback and taking it into account to make these changes wasn’t an option. Also the fact that this restructuring ended up causing them to massively letting go of all the twitter teams as well as some other admins is still an issue.

Like he can deny that he purposefully put his stories above those of other ccs, say that he does have passion for the project and was involved in its creative development, which I’m not trying to imply he’s lying about btw, but not address the main issue of the admins situation ? Not a word about or for them ? But instead you use your plateform to talk about your role in the lore knowing these are talking points discussed by the admins and community. What good does that do except for your own image ? What do you think your fans are going to do if not go and harass the people who have made these claims ? Meanwhile people will discuss these topics that are so far removed from the main issue and focus less on what the admins went through.

I’m not saying this was intentional, I’m not saying he’s directly guilty of any disgusting behaviour that some of his fans are guilty of, but as an influencer with an audience as large as his is, you have a certain responsibility to try your best to prevent these things happening.

If you think I’m exaggerating, that it couldn’t be that bad, just know that since the stream :

Admins who spoke up are receiving hate again and Léa is getting the worst of it as you can imagine. Like I mentioned before, there has been a resurgence of xenophobic tweets against the brazilian community. French qsmptwt accounts and others who took a stance for the admins are also being insulted/harassed again. Léa, Lumi (Pomme admin) and Shade (Dapper admin) have all had some of their private info leaked. There has even been a call to mass report Nat_Ali’s, the streamer who conducted Lea’s interview, twitch channel.

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And because still he didn’t do it and I want to end on a positive note, some thanks are in order

Twitter admins, thank you for making every stream accessible to everyone, allowing us to follow what went on when we could watch and to rewatch the best moments. Thank you for adding your own comments to the clips, and for making all the funny memes, you gave a heart to these accounts. Thank you as well for being the ones to collect fanarts for the museum, for giving many people an opportunity to appreciate the wonderful talent of the community.

Writers, thank you for coming up with such amazing and intriguing stories, and making us pull our hair out theorising about them ! I wish you were given the space and creative freedom to develop them more and make them flourish.

Roleplayers, thank you for having done such a wonderful job giving life to all these characters I hope you know how deeply they are loved by us the viewers. Mentions spéciales : Lumi, merci pour Pomme, merci pour avoir représenté notre pays, notre langue et notre culture pendant tout ce temps, on aurait pas pu rêver d’une meilleure ambassadrice 🍎♥️. Léa merci pour tout ton travail, tes illustrations, tes personnages, et aussi toutes tes refs purement fr ahah. Merci et bravo d’avoir osé parler surtout, on est avec toi 🐰💓.

Thanks to all the builders, devs, artists, translators, sound designers, everyone who has been a star in the qsmp constellation and has worked to make it such a great time for us viewers.

#qsmp admins situation #qadmins situation #quack crit #and don’t tell me i’m taking what he said with bad faith bc this is my good faith version actually :p

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“Nancy told me everything.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: this is the fifth, and final part of ‘i’m always going to take care of you.” guys, thank you so much for the positive response i’ve gotten from this series. really, it’s not something i can say thank you enough for. your words have all meant so very much to me. i hope you’ll stick around for the rest of my works<3 i do take requests on occasion, so hit up my inbox! let me know what you think of this chapter! i worked so so hard on it:) it’s also like a million words so hang in there lol.

warnings: graphic depictions of sexual assault and sexual violence, language, pregnancy, abortion procedure, mentions of unsafe abortions, nancy decides to tell eddie, panic attacks, undertones of death/suicide, reader shuts down, vomiting. i am not a doctor, but i tried my absolute best to keep the procedure as accurate as possible. forgive me if there are mistakes.

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Set the scene.

The fan above Nancy’s bathroom was lightly humming, the room bright with fluorescent light and scented with orange febreeze. There was makeup and jewelry sprawled out about the counter, clothes on the floor. Nancy’s back was to the wall, sitting on the cold, hard tiles with your head in her lap. Her hand combed through your hair and rubbed your back, looking down at you.

You were no longer crying, only because you had no more tears left to cry. Your face was sticky and stained, flushed red yet pale all at once, stained with mucus and bright bruises. Your hands fisted her poofy dress, body curled against her lap. You could no longer feel the pain of your ribs, the ache in your noise or the burn between your thighs. You were too numb.

Next to the both of you, was the tub, and on the edge, was a positive pregnancy test. Five of them.

“God, I can’t do this! I can’t- Nancy, Nancy, what am I g-gonna do! I don’t know-” The rest of your sentence was not understandable through your heaving sobs, hands gripping at your throat and ripping out your hair. You were coiling over, hands on your knees as you gasped for breath, hardly able to stand. The walls closed in on you and you couldn’t see.

Nancy’s hands were at your shoulders, holding you and rocking you until you were on the ground. “It’ll be okay.” She repeated it over and over. “We’ll figure it out.” She said it over and over, voice small and paralyzed with fear.

“What do I do! Nancy- I can’t have a baby!” You wailed fearfully, shaking your head. “He’ll never forgive me! Eddie- he’ll never forgive me!” You were scratching and pulling at yourself, voice practically gone from your hysterics. She’d never seen you get this bad before.

“You have to help me!” You latched on to her. “You have to help me get rid of it! We can…there’s ways people have done it before and we-”

“Y/n, no!” Nancy’s eyes went wide. “No, we can’t- we can’t do it like that! You need a doctor for this!”

“No, he’ll find out!” Your chest hitched, your feet kicking out as you panicked. “I can’t- I can’t risk it, Nancy! We have to do it another way!”

“We aren’t!” Nancy grabbed your face, holding you close. “Listen to me, y/n, this is not negotiable! You don’t- we don’t have any idea what we’re doing. You could end up dead! You have to go see a doctor!” Her hands were wet from your tears, her ears ringing from the sounds you made.

“Oh, god why did this happen to me!” You looked up to the ceiling. “Why, why- why, Nancy? Why did it have to happen to me?”

She gently shushed you, petting your hair down as she cried softly. “I don’t want to do this, Nancy- I can’t do it anymore. I just want it to stop!”

She pulled you close and laid your bed in her lap, holding you and rocking you gently. There was nothing she could say. What could she possible say to make things any better? Nothing. So she just held you.

You had shut down. You were in survival mode. It was the only possible way you could get through this. Your brain felt fuzzy, quiet and dark. Euphoric, in a way. It was almost peaceful, like you were in a state of deep sleep. Everything in your life was going wrong, every single that was going wrong. Your relationship with Eddie was spiraling. You were breaking his heart, but you couldn’t help it. Your mental state was nearly sending you to the ward, and your physical health was unwell. All aspects of your life were ending up in failure, it seemed, but you had shut it all down.

You didn’t care about any of it. You couldn’t bring yourself to cry anymore. You’d done it already too much, and you were sick and tired of it. You willed for your heart to stop beating, for your lungs to stop taking in oxygen. You yearned for the sweet release of death. You had a whole in your heart, a large gaping hole that was sucking the life out of you. You felt as if you’d lost yourself, and not only yourself, but Eddie, too. This thing that had happened to you…it was destroying your relationship, your life, your ability to love and to touch.

How could life go on to be normal? How could you ever be normal? The answer was simple, you wouldn’t be. So you drifted off into the safety of your own mind. No one was able to hurt you there.

The girl that held you was in a state that was just as heart wrecking as yours was. She was wracked with guilt, a sense of betrayal, knowing that you would never forgive her. You’d hate her for the rest of your days. She didn’t blame you. She really didn’t, but that didn’t sway her decision. This last week had been the most terrifying, stressful time over her life trying to take care of you, but that’s not why she was going to do it. No.

When it came down to it, it was what you needed. It was for your safety. Nancy wasn’t able to help you with what you needed, only he could do that. You needed the kind of comfort that a friend could not give, you needed something on a greater level. You were pregnant and going to have an abortion. Whether you wanted to accept it or not, you needed him for that, needed him to be with you. She sniffled against the wall, squeezing you softly like she was trying to apologize.

She had to tell Eddie.

•

Her hands gripped the steering wheel until they turned white, tears streamed down her face and sniffles left her tiny nose. If she listened hard enough, she could hear Eddie’s music blare from outside the shop, his van parked out front. Nancy dealt with a lot of guilt from what happened to Barb. It got better over time sure, but that didn’t mean she didn’t wake up from nightmares, skipped a class or two to cry her eyes out in the bathroom. Some days were worse than others, and she was sure it would haunt her for the rest of her life.

She couldn’t leave the seat of her car, couldn’t move. She was too scared, but damnit, she had to do this. It was a matter of safety, your sanity depended on it. This was bigger now, and Nancy knew she was no longer able to help you. You needed Eddie, and as stubborn as you were, she hoped you wouldn’t put up a fight.

She’d gotten you curled up in her bed, blankets tucked around you with the room dark, hoping you’d get some sleep. She was glad the house was empty. Her parents wouldn’t be home for another few days, and she never knew where Mike was anymore. She’d lied and said you were going to run to the store to get some things, but honestly, she didn’t think you even registered what she said.

She pushed herself out of her car, leaving the keys in the ignition as she slammed the door. Each step was more terrifying than the last. God, what was he going to do? What was he going to say? Her fingers twitched to leave at the thought.

Well, the only thing he was going to do was help you. He wasn’t going to abandon you to hunt this guy down and kill him. Hell, nobody knew who this guy was, or where he was even from! But still, Eddie was not going to do anything like that. She was forbidding it.

When she seen him through the glass door of the shop, she stopped, quiet, short sobs escaping her as she grew more scared. Her hand gripped the knob, but she couldn’t turn it.

God, forgive her.

The music was louder when she squeaked open the door. Girls! Girls! Girls! playing on the shared speaker. Eddie was throwing tools around, trying to find the right one for the job. He was still in his uniform pants, but wore a white t shirt instead of the matching shirt, stained in grease and oil spills.

It was now or never. She had to do it. She walked over to the speaker, reaching out to turn it off. Silence loudly erupted the room, causing Eddie to jump and whirl around, dropping his wrench in the process. He looked extremely stressed out, she took in. He was sweating profusely, eyes narrowed at the sudden visitor.

“What are you doing here, Wheeler?” He said lowly without care, turning back around and pretending she wasn’t there. “My girlfriend needs you.” It was evident that there was jealousy in his voice.

You have to do this. You have to. You don’t have a choice. She’ll never forgive you!

“Eddie,” Nancy’s voice cracked, standing there awkwardly across the room. “I need to talk to you.”

He scoffed. “Oh, yeah? That’s surprising. Seems like nobody wants to talk to me anymore these days.”

He couldn’t see her, he wasn’t looking at her, but she was starting to freak out, loose her ambition. She placed a hand on her forehead, taking a quiet breath as she willed herself not to turn on her heel and run back home. “Eddie, please, we need to talk.” She strained, throwing down her hand. Don’t loose it.

Eddie threw down his screwdriver, loudly clashing against the floor as he stood up and faced her. “Fine. What? You gonna tell me how much of an asshole I’m being?” He held up his hands in defeat, an unamused smirk on his face. “Well, fine, then. If me being sick with worry about my own damn girlfriend makes me an asshole then…then fine. I’m an asshole!”

He wiped his hands on his jeans, staring at Nancy with…with hatred, almost; jealousy. It wasn’t fair she got to take care of you. “I know I don’t have a lot of money, and I know we don’t live in a goddamn castle, but I at least thought I made up for it by showing her how much I love her. What is it, Nancy? Does she want to leave me? Just too scared to actually do it?” If he hadn’t mean so angry, so fed up, he would of been more upset.

He seen her tears then, and he nodded, scowling as he turned back to his work. “Just leave, Wheeler. I’m busy.”

It’s a matter of your safety. You need him.

That’s what Nancy was telling herself. She couldn’t just stand there and cry like a little girl. You depended on her. With his back turned, she wiped her tears and cleared her throat, stepping closer and further into the room.

“You’re going to swear to me that you’re not going to do anything stupid.” Her words came out in an order.

“What?” He groaned, digging in his toolbox trying to ignore her.

“I said, you have to swear to me.” She raised her voice, causing him to still. “You have to swear to me that you’re not going to do anything stupid and make me regret this.”

“Regret what?” He looked over his shoulder, eyes narrowed, and stood up to approach her, a few feet remaining between them. “You’re not making any damn sense, Wheeler. What the-”

“Remember the party!” She snapped, overwhelmed as she threw up her hands, shutting him up.

“The party?” He questioned. “Yeah, why?”

Nancy stilled. She was really going to do this.

“I lied to you that night.” She all but whispered.

“About?”

You weren’t going to forgive her.

“About what happened to her nose.” It was the first sting on her tongue of betrayal that made her eyes water again. She just couldn’t not cry. Eddie’s lips etched into a confused frown, parting slightly.

“You- what? Wheeler, I don’t understand.” He sighed, and she noticed the worry in his tone starting to grow.

“You wanted me to tell you what happened.” Her mouth pulled into a tearful pout, speaking so quickly he almost didn’t hear her. “So I am.”

His eyes widened at her words, his heart starting to race. It was confirmation. He’d been right. He knew it all along. Something had happened at that damn party.

“Swear to me, Eddie.” She begged. “Swear to me you won’t go off and do something stupid. Y/n can’t take it.”

She could see how nervous he’d gotten, and he swallowed roughly as he nodded quickly. “I swear.” He licked his dry lips.

She just stared at him, trying to figure out where to start. The lump in her throat was too big, tears were starting to fall with shuttering breaths. Eddie’s eyes grew more concerned by the second at her expression. “Wheeler-”

“Y/n didn’t break her nose,” She raised her chin to interrupt him. “I mean, she- she did, but she didn’t trip and fall.”

“So what happened?” He answered too quickly for her liking, head tilted and eyes pierced.

“I wasn’t going to tell you.” She assured him, but mostly to her self. “I wasn’t going to say anything, I swear. I was going to take it to my grave, but- Eddie, things are too complicated now.” She let out a cry. “I can’t…I can’t take care of her.”

Eddie’s heart was pounding out of his chest, and he had to resist the urge to shake the answers out of her, because her tears were starting to get the best of her. He only stood there in anticipation, breathing heavily.

“Before I tell you,” She sniffled. “You have to understand something. She’s not…she’s not taking care of herself. All she’s done is put you first. Everything she’s done and..is doing is because she’s terrified of you finding out. So please, Eddie you have to stay with her. You can’t leave and go- go fuck this all up. She’ll never forgive you for it.” Her voice cracked like radio waves, shaking and spilling out of her pink lips.

Eddie held up a shaky finger. “For the last time, Wheeler,” He exhaled, just as nervous and unstable as her own. “I swear. Now, tell me.”

She just had to keep telling herself over and over that she didn’t have a choice, because she didn’t, did she? Sure, she knew damn well she could take you to your appointment, hold you hand through the process and all, but she was not the person that you needed with you.

You could barely shower on your own. It was too painful, and Nancy knew that. There’d been times where you’d call her at work when you’d had a panic attack of ptsd when you’d try to clean yourself. And sure, she knew she could help you with all that. She had. But you needed a source stronger than her.

It was hard to get you to eat and keep it down. You couldn’t sleep, barely functioning anymore. You were just having breakdown after breakdown, and after today, well she knew you wouldn’t be okay for awhile. Even though we weren’t keeping this…this baby, it didn’t matter. This was a big deal, and Nancy wasn’t enough anymore.

“She was going upstairs to use the bathroom,” She began collectedly, much calmer than she’d been before. She had to do this right. Eddie’s reaction depended on it. “After she had came in from seeing you at the pool, remember?” She gained a nod from him, a tentative, jerky nod.

“Well, someone followed her up there.” She seen his face drop. “We don’t know who it was. She’d never seen him before. I mean…it was an open party. People from towns over came I don’t-” She couldn’t let her guilt get in the way of this

Eddie was silent. He was terrified.

Nancy’s eyes glossed over again, but she kept them from shedding. She looked up to him, craning her neck up so she could look deep into his eyes. “He raped her, Eddie.” Her voice broke into a cry.

The color from his face dropped.

“Whoever it was they- he followed her up there and attacked her. He kept her mouth covered so nobody could hear her screaming.” She cried, choking on a short sob. “He threw her to the floor and bent her over the tub. That’s why her nose looks like that. And- and her ribs, they’re all bruised and-” She choked on her breath and had to stop, looking down to the floor as she held her stomach. “It’s why she has trouble walking. It’s why she doesn’t want to get out of bed. She’s been in so much pain, Eddie. And I- I took her to the hospital to get help, to get her some medication, but- she just isn’t taking care of herself.” She couldn’t look at him, so if he had left, she wouldn’t have known. She felt like the only person in the world.

“She’s been so scared of you finding out, Eddie. She was in my room that night when I found her. She was…god, she looked so scared. She was bleeding and crying and just- she just, just-” She was going to throw up if she didn’t calm down. “Over and over she kept saying that we had to protect you. You. That people were finally starting to forget about what happened and that you weren’t going to be seen as the freak anymore. She said she couldn’t..she couldn’t be selfish and ruin that for you.” She sobbed and looked up to him, but it didn’t even look like him. It was like someone had kidnapped the real Eddie and replaced him with a wax figure.

“Eddie, please, you can’t run off and try to find this guy! We have no idea who he is or where he’s from! She needs you, okay? She’s so scared that you’re gonna get in trouble over her! Eddie, she is so scared! She’s so scared you’re gonna wind up in prison or- or- been seen as some freak again,” She shook her head wildly, words breaking and splitting apart. She could barely see from her blurry vision.

You can’t quit now, Nancy. There’s more to the story.

“She’s pregnant.” She whispered, now quiet again. Eddie’s face tensed, but he still remained silent. It didn’t look like he was even breathing.

“Tomorrow I’m supposed to take her to plan parent hood up in Indianapolis. She’s having an abortion. She made it…made it very clear she doesn’t want to keep it.” Her eyes narrowed. Was he taking any of this in?

She wiped her tears to get a better look at him. He hadn’t moved at all. He wasn’t even looking at her, his eyes glued to her shoes. He was sweating, eyes not wide, but narrowed in a…pained look, almost. Yes, that’s it. It looked like he was in pain, like he was physically hurt.

“Eddie, are you hearing me?” She stepped up, gulping audibly. “Are you alright?”

He was extremely pale, his fingers were twitching and it looked like he was about ready to pace out. “Eddie.” Nancy sighed in exhaustion. “Please, you- you should be the one to take her. She needs you, not me.”

His lips were parting, and he blinked, giving sign of life.

“Eddie, are you alright?” She tried again, reaching out to grab his shoulder.

He backed away immediately. “Uh,” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he stumbled. “Yeah, y-yeah, I-”

He was in shock. She knew that. She’d laid a land mine on him, how could she expect him to be okay? “I just- I need a sec’.” He breathed shakily, pursing his lips, but the action made his stomach twist, and he quickly turned around to brace his hands on the truck he was working on, body surging forward as vomit spewed from his mouth, creating a vile taste against his pallet.

She flinched and backed away, bringing up her nail to bite anxiously. “Eddie,” She pleaded, giving in to go to his side. “Hey,”

He moved away again, wiping his mouth as he stumbled away. “Where is she?” He groaned painfully, turning around.

“My house.” She stalled. “I…I couldn’t get her to move. She’s not good, Eddie. She’s not…it’s like she’s not even there.”

He looked down at his hands. They felt like they were vibrating. His chest started to heave, heart racing again as his vision grew dizzy. Nancy noticed. He looked angry.

“Eddie, you promised you wouldn’t-”

“I know what I said, Wheeler.” He squeezed his eyes shut, bringing his hands up to cover his face.

“But you can’t-”

“I’m not!” He snapped, turning to glare at her and shutting her up. He was breathing so hard it pushed his dark curls away from his face. “I just…I can’t- I need to think, right now, Wheeler.” He blinked away his dizziness. “You…you go to her, okay? I’ll be there later I just- I need to think for a little bit, okay?” He gave her this look of absolute begging, the most sorrowful she’d seen.

She nodded apologetically. She understood. God, how she understood. Her eyes teared up again. She didn’t regret telling him, but she felt so dirty. She felt like she’d spoken and ancient curse that would create doom across the lands, and how she wished she could wash her own mouth out with soap.

It was clear he did not want to be touched, but she didn’t care. Nancy approached him and wrapped her arms around his torso, resting her chin against his shoulder as she sniffled. “I’m so sorry, Eddie.” He stiffened underneath her, and she could feel the erratic beat of his heart, the unevenness of his breathing.

“I’m so, so sorry.”

•

Eddie had always been an emotional person, especially as a child. It was difficult at times for Wayne when raising his nephew, because he never outright talked about the things that were bothering him. He’d mumble under his breath and have a bad attitude, twitch and fidget around anxiously. He knew his nephew had insecurities, that the bullies got to him, despite the fact he pretended they didn’t.

He once had to threaten he’d take the boy’s guitar away if he didn’t open up and talk about why he was in such a bad mood. His emotions would build up inside of him, never a place for them to go until it eventually drove him crazy. Once, during middle school, Wayne picked him up after being called by the office, saying that Eddie had caused a scene in his math class.

“Alright, Ed’, you tell me what’s going on, ya’ hear?” Wayne rested his hands on the steering wheel of his truck, looking over to his sulking nephew in the passenger seat. “This is the second time this week you’ve gotten in trouble.”

“Ain’t nothing going on.” He mumbled under his breath, arms crossed as he looked out the window.

“No more of that.” Wayne grabbed his shoulder, gaining his attention. It was hard for him not to laugh at him sometimes, because he looked so intimidating as a mere 14 year old boy, hell he always had been— with his band tees and wild hair, jewelry and shit attitude. He was a carbon copy of his brother. “You tell me what in the hell has got you in such a bad mood, or I’m taking your comics away.”

Eddie had caved immediately and talked with his uncle, saying he felt stupid for how he couldn’t focus in class and got bad grades. It was like pulling teeth getting him to talk, and when he did, he always caused a scene. As he got older, he got better dealing with it, his emotions. Especially when you came along, and especially after that night in the upside down. You both had made a pact together not to shut down. You had to talk through it.

But right now, Eddie wasn’t doing so good.

He was sat at the park in the middle of town, sitting on a bench as kids and their parents played on the swing set. His elbows were rested on his knees, knees that were bouncing so quickly it made his jewelry clink together. His fingers were intertwined together, face hardened into a serious look of concentration. It was the same look as before. He looked like he was in physical pain. He was starting to sweat, breath becoming unstable.

He had all this emotion built up inside of him, with no place to go and had no idea how to deal with it. He couldn’t understand anything that had just happened, couldn’t understand anything Nancy had told him. He kept replaying it over and over in his head.

You were raped. You were raped. You were raped.

In the bathroom that was right above the pool, right outside where he was. He never heard your screams, never once thought that…maybe you weren’t okay.

It explained so many things. Why you were so distance, why you didn’t want to be touched and cared for. Why you seemed like you were in pain all the time. It explained your constant panic attacks and breakdowns.

And you were pregnant. You were pregnant. You were pregnant. And he was to take you to get an abortion the next day. If you would even let him. God…none of this made sense! It just wasn’t right. He was rubbing his tired face constantly, fighting the urge to have a panic attack himself. It was building and building, his emotions. He knew he couldn’t go to you now. You couldn’t see him like that. He didn’t want you to. He needed his head straightened out before he went to you.

He kept thinking about how you’d acted over the last week. How…how traumatized you had seemed. And he got his answer now. He knew, he knew something wasn’t right, he knew from that very night that you weren’t telling him something. And he knew now, but he wished he had been left in the dark, because this was something far worse than he could of imagined.

Someone had…someone had followed you up there. Someone had covered your mouth and bent you over the tub, breaking your nose in the process, and raped you right above him. And now, you were going to get an abortion.

Eddie lurched forward and expelled the contents of his stomach again, hand gripping the wood underneath his thighs as his vomit dripped down his chin. It was not near as violent as the one before. He had nothing left to pass up, but his mind was flashing images that he could not keep down, so up went his stomach acid.

He took a loud, noisy breath as he stood on shaky legs and jogged to his van. Pulling out of the park as quickly as he could. Besides you, there was only one other person in the world he trusted, only one person he could be his true self around. He needed to get this emotions out. He didn’t even understand them.

He needed his uncle.

He wanted to cry, as he raced down the road to his uncles trailer park, his chest kept hitching at his shallow breaths. His eyes were red, but he couldn’t cry. He was in shock. And really, he wished someone would hit him over the head with a frying pan. He’d rather be knocked out. He didn’t even know what he’d say to Wayne, but he didn’t care. When he pulled in to the trailer park and into his uncles driveway, he quickly jumped out of his van and sprinted up the the rickety porch.

His fist banged on the door harshly, several loud knocks as he fidgeted and twitched in place. “Come on, come on.” He muttered in concentration. “Wayne!” He tried the knob.

He flinched when the door burst open, sending him back a step as his uncle greeted him.

“Jesus, buddy, I thought it was Jim Hopper again.” Wayne sighed, pushing open the door as he adjusted the hat on his head. “What ya’ doing here this late? Everything okay?”

It really wasn’t late, but it was getting dark. Wayne wasn’t particularly a night owl.

The sight of his uncle calmed him immediately, the smell of his cologne and Jack Daniels, the smell he’d grown up with. He was in jeans and a red flannel, the tv playing game shows in the background. It was always his favorite thing to watch. “Hey,” Wayne waved his hand in front of his nephews face, stepping outside a foot. “You okay, bud?” He noticed the agile state of the boy, his body language. He was shaking and on edge, his eyes wide and bouncing all over the place. Wayne hadn’t seen that in a while.

“Not really.” Eddie choked, nose whistling with a shaky breath. He looked to his uncle, his father, and his eyes teared up. He just couldn’t help it.

“Hey, what’s wrong, Ed?” His uncle said worriedly, looking his nephew up and down. He didn’t look good.

Eddie’s heart cracked at the question, and he looked down to the ground as he let out a cry, his face scrunching together in tears. His hand reached out to grab at his uncles arm, something he used to do when he was a boy.

“Hey,” Wayne narrowed his eyes in concern, stepping forward to wrap the boy in a hug. Eddie sunk into it immediately. His long arms wrapped around his back, fisting his flannel as he sobbed into his neck. “Hey- it’s, I got you, bud, it’s alright.” Wayne patted his back, holding his son tight.

His knees buckled and he shook in his uncles arms, chest heaving and breath hitching with loud and wincing sobs. Wayne didn’t know what was going on, but he didn’t have to. Eddie didn’t cry like this unless something serious had happened, so he didn’t say anything, and he knew it would have been extremely hard for the boy to come to him.

Throughout whole life, this moment here, was the worst thing in the world. Eddie couldn’t stop thinking about you. With every cry and heartbreaking sob, he thought of you. He thought of what happened, he thought of what you had to do tomorrow. It wasn’t fair. He wished he didn’t have to know. Maybe it made him selfish, but he couldn’t fucking help it. He wished he could be left in the dark. He wished Nancy hadn’t told him.

You were the most perfect thing in the world to him, so beautiful and kind, delicate and understanding. You were so, so good to him. He didn’t deserve you, that’s how he saw it. So why, did something so horrible, have to happen to you? Hadn’t you been through enough? And what was he even going to do? What was he going to say to you? You obviously didn’t want him knowing, so what was he— damnit it, what was he going to do?

Well, for now, he needed his uncle. He needed to cry and scream and let out his emotions, because he needed to be strong for you. That he could do. He could be there for you.

•

He didn’t even knock as he entered Nancy’s home. It was almost midnight, most of the lights were off and all of hawkins was silent. He had spent almost five hours with Wayne, barely saying anything. He cried for hours, blubbering into his uncles arms about how he didn’t know what to do.

Well, he did now. He had his moment of weakness.

You’d been through absolute hell. You’d kept it hidden for his own protection, which he didn’t understand, but he wouldn’t let you push him away anymore. He was going to help you to the best ability that he could. It still felt surreal though, like he was in a dream. Maybe it was because he was slept deprived.

“Eddie?”

His tired eyes blinked over to the kitchen light as Nancy crossed the room, eyes sunken in with concern as she approached him. She was wearing the same clothes, face tear stained and pale. She gulped as she took in his appearance. He looked lighter, sunken in and defeated. His face was stained and blotchy, white as snow in a winter blizzard. His eyes were bright red and irritated. If she hadn’t been to exhausted and cried out herself, she would of commented on his appearance. Guilt wracked through her chest.

“Where is she?” His voice was hoarse and strained, not meeting her eyes as they drifted back down to the floor. He could barely keep his head up.

She nodded toward the stairwell. “In my room. I’m gonna- I’m gonna sleep down here.”

He sniffled as lifted his chin in response, moving his body to climb up the stairs. “Eddie-” She sighed, but he didn’t turn, only kept walking. He couldn’t waste anymore time. He stumbled around until he found her room, and he had to force himself to go in.

The lights were off besides a ballerina nightlight, and his eyes immediately found your body in her bed, curled up into a ball. He stilled immediately and choked on a dry sob, squeezing his eyes shut at the sight of you. But this was not about him. He couldn’t cry anymore about this. He needed to be there.

He crossed the room quietly, not knowing whether or not you were asleep. He kicked his shoes off, eyes not leaving your back. He sat on the bed slowly, fidgeting his hands on where to put them. He stared at you. He wanted to reach out, wanted to hold you. He wanted to kiss you and apology for everything that went wrong, for everytime he wasn’t there to help you, wasn’t there that night. He should of seen it. He should of realized.

But this wasn’t about him.

He scooted over and laid on his side, curling his arm around your waist. He was awkward at first, but your silent and steady breathing calmed him. You were asleep. He sighed deeply and pressed his chest against your back, laying his cheek against your shoulder, his hair cascading down your arm. His arm squeezed you tightly, his legs tangling with yours as he breathed in your scent.

He squeezed his eyes shut and turned to hide his face in your shoulder, his fingers softly caressing your body. He whimpered and kissed your bicep, lips parting as he exhaled. Yet again, his heart began crumbling. You were asleep, so he was safe. “I’m so sorry.” He cried, peeking up at your sleeping face. He softly sobbed and squeezed your body. “Y/n, I’m so, so sorry.”

He tried to be as quiet as he could to not wake you, but his body trembled against your own in shuttering sobs. “I’m so, so sorry.”

•

You were sitting up in bed, staring at the bedside table lost in your own mind as the clock ticked away. It was almost nine o’clock, and Indianapolis was almost a four hour drive, your appointment being at two. Eddie knew, you knew that, but you just couldn’t muster up a care in your body now.

You’d been so worried about it, so worried he’d run off and do something stupid and wind up prison, only to be seen as the freak again. But you just didn’t. You were too tired. Too much had happened and you just wanted to get today over with. You could hear Eddie in the bathroom getting ready. Nancy had brought him a change of clothes, and one for you, but you remained clad in your work clothes from yesterday.

Truth was, you were using it as an excuse. Of course, you worried for Eddie, it all held some truth, but you were extremely humiliated. You felt disgusting, and now everyone was looking at you differently. They looked at you with pity. When you woke up that morning, Eddie’s arm around you and holding you close, the tear stains on his face, you knew Nancy had told him. You almost left, scared, but it sank deep into your chest. You just didn’t have the energy for it anymore. You didn’t have the strength for another breakdown. Eddie really hadn’t said much to you, only holding you close to him. Now, he was in the bathroom changing.

When the door creaked open, you turned your head more so you wouldn’t have to see him. You hated the feeling of his eyes on you, staring at you with pity and heartbreak. It made you feel worse. You didn’t want him knowing. You gulped when he crouched down in front of you, eyes full of concern and softness, wanting to reach out and touch you. “Are you ready to go?” He spoke gently, his hands resting against the mattress. He hadn’t outright said to you that Nancy had told him, but he was sure you’d pieced it all together by now.

Oh, god, the way he was looking at you. It made you want to throw up all over his face. You swallowed your bile, stiffening at the question. “Eddie-” You strained, shaking your head softly. “I can go by myself. It’s- it’s okay. I’m fine.”

No, no, no. He was not going to allow that. He felt like an absolute asshole for not being there for you, for not helping and not seeing the pain you were in. He was not letting you suffer alone anymore. His lips parted in thought, cocking his head to see your face better. “Honey- no, you can’t go by yourself.”

“I can.” You assured with a nod, closing your eyes. “I’ll be fine. I just..I don’t want to bother you. I’ll be okay.”

You were always thinking about him. Never yourself. “Hey,” He barely brushed your knee, his tone firm, yet gentle. “Look at me, y/n.”

You didn’t want to, but you did. You had that stupid part to play. Everything was okay. Of course, it wasn’t, but you were in survival mode. This situation was dangerous, it was terrifying, so you were locked up, in shock. In a way, Eddie was glad, because who knows how you would of acted when realizing that he knew your secret. He shuddered at the mer thought.

Your tired eyes met his, lips pursed and hands shaking. His brown eyes said so much to them. How sorry he was, full of apologies, guilt and regret. You didn’t want to look anymore.

“I’m going with you, sweetheart.” He said softly, yet seriously. He didn’t miss how your face fell. He tried not to be hurt by it.

Your face burned red in embarrassment, but you didn’t have the strength to put up a fight. Instead, you nodded, ignoring the blur of your eyes as you stood. He reached out to help you stand, but you pushed his hands away as you turned to leave the room. Your hair was messy and let down, wild and tangled with sleep, but you didn’t give a shit. There was even a stain on your shirt from when you’d threw up. None of it mattered. You just wanted the day to be over with.

Eddie followed behind you closely, and you cringed at the feeling of his hand ghosting behind your back. He didn’t want you falling, and he could see how much you struggled to stand. You pretty much ignored the list of remedies the doctor had given you to help ease your pain. You popped those pain pills like candy, though, and they did help to an extent. You didn’t have them today, however, and you knew you’d pay for it.

Eddie seem Nancy spring up from the couch down stairs, and he gulped fearfully. He quickly walked ahead of you to lead the way, sending you glances. “Y/n..”

Nancy’s voice had broke, but you didn’t make much of a move to acknowledge her. You made your way down the stairs and passed her, ignoring her tearful eyes as you opened the front door. Eddie held it open for you, signaling for you to go ahead and that he’d be there in a minute.

“Oh, god, she hates me.” Nancy cried, holding her stomach.

Eddie watched from the window as you slowly climbed into his fan, and he sighed sadly, turning to his friend. He glanced over her briefly, going back to the ground. “I uh- thanks for letting us stay here.”

She nodded tearfully, crossing her arms.

“And listen,” Eddie couldn’t hardly look at her. He didn’t know why, but his eyes kept going to the ground. “I just- thank you for…you know, everything that you’ve done.” He forced his eyes up to her, nodding in appreciation. “Really, Nancy, thank you.”

He swallowed roughly and made his exit, following in your path to the van. He climbed up and inside, putting his keys in the ignition and turning down the radio that had started to blare his tunes. He turned to you.

You were curled up against the window. Face pressed against the glass and hands against your stomach. Tears were streaming down your face, little sniffled leaving your purple, red nose. You weren’t sure what they had said in there, but you weren’t stupid. It was about you. Everything was about you now. The spotlight was on you, everyone’s eyes were on you.

It was the most humiliating feeling in the world.

It was so hard for you to look at the boy next to you, to be in his presence, because he knew now, and it was the most humiliating and embarrassing feeling in the world. It was consuming you, eating you up alive. How did he not feel disgusted being around you now?

And you were scared. This was new. What you were doing today was absolutely terrifying. But you didn’t have a choice. You couldn’t…you couldn’t have this thing inside of you.

Eddie’s hand stalled on the gear shift, his other on the steering wheel as he stared at you, eyes sad and defeated with heartache as he listened to you sniffle. He felt like he was still failing, felt like he still wasn’t helping you, but what was he supposed to say that would really make you feel better? Truthfully, he was afraid to speak, not knowing what would upset you even more.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do?” He ask you softly, trying to see your face for a reaction.

You pressed your face harder in the window, shooting pains going wild in your abdomen.

“Y/n,” Eddie pleaded. “Baby, we can talk about this if-”

“Just drive, Eddie.” Your voice was thick with tears and strained with exhaustion, face burning in hot embarrassment. “I just want to get this over with.”

He hesitated, lips parting. There was a thousand things he wanted to say, yet no words could leave his mouth. It was like he had the worst case of stage fright known to man. But he started the van anyways, pulling out of Nancy’s driveway and leaving Hawkins, listening to you cry against the window.

•

“Have you ever had this kind of procedure before, Ms. l/n?”

Your mouth was dry, and you shook your head no, looking down bashfully as the fluorescent lights gave you a splitting headache. “Well, I can assure you, you have nothing to worry about. It should only take 10-15 minutes once we get you dilated.” The nurse, who’s name tag read Becky, was smiling and very sweet to you ever since you’d gotten through the door.

The room you were in reeked of antiseptic, shiny doctors tool laid out on the cabinet. You and Eddie hadn’t spoke much on the four hour trip up. He had tried to start a conversation with you, but you completely shut him out, only giving one word responses or not saying anything to him at all. You knew you were being unfair to him. He did nothing to you, but you just couldn’t help it. You were doing what you do in order to get through this next process.

“And I know you’ve scheduled for an abortion, but we always like to make sure the patient knows that there are always other options.” Becky had smiled warmly, reaching out to grab a booklet on adoption. “We just want to make sure you make the best decision possible for you self.”

You barely glanced at it, shaking your head no. “I’m alright. This is what I want to do.”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like some time to talk with-”

“She’s made up her mind.” Eddie chimed in, placing a hand on the back of your chair. “It’s what she wants to do.” He was sat right beside you, trying to follow along with everything everyone was saying. He was almost just as nervous as you were.

The nurse nodded. “Of course. We just like to make sure.” She placed down the pamphlet back in it’s spot. “I do have a few questions I’d like to ask, if that’s okay with you?”

You nodded.

“Would you say you have a high pain tolerance or low pain tolerance? The procedure itself is not painful but you may experience some cramping and some tugs that may scare you. We can give you some medicine to help relax you if you’d like.”

Talk, talk, talk. That’s all these people did. They said it would talk fifteen minutes, but damn, you’d already been there for an hour listening to them explain shit. You just wanted to get it over with. “Fine.” You strained. “Can we start now?”

Eddie winced at the tone of your voice.

He’d felt useless the entire trip up there. He still felt useless, and he almost wondered if he should of even came, because you weren’t talking to him, weren’t looking at him. He couldn’t even hold your hand to comfort you. He felt guilty for feeling upset and rejected by it, because he knew you had your reasonings, that your entire world had been flipped upside down, but he was only human.

Twenty minutes later, you were lying on your back in a gown, staring up at the ceiling with your legs propped up. Your heart was hammering, but you forced yourself to breath through your mouth. Eddie was sitting right beside you.

More people stared coming in to the room, and your eyes kept darting between each instrument they cleaned and examined, talking amongst themselves in coworker chatter. You tried to pretend you were somewhere else, but it just wasn’t working, because now, you were starting to realize just exactly they were going to do.

It wasn’t that you started to care about the potential life inside of you. No, you couldn’t muster up any care for that. You realized they had to touch you. They had to touch you there. You started to grow uncomfortable laying there, nervous and agitated. Would you…would you be able to do it? You couldn’t not do it. You’d be okay. These were doctors. They were professionals. They weren’t him.

Still, you couldn’t help but gasp quietly when the doctor put on her gloves.

“Hey,” Eddie whispered, noticing your state. “It’s gonna be okay.” He placed his hand on your elbow, but you immediately recoiled and clamped your eyes shut.

He clenched his jaw in hurt, but brushed it off, grabbing the edge of the bed you were laying on. “I’ll be right here the whole time, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered into your ear lovingly.

“Ms. l/n, are you ready to begin?” Dr. Brookes, who had earlier introduced herself, smiled up at you through her glasses.

You opened your eyes, but you didn’t look down. “Yes.” You squeaked out, your hands in tight fists at your side. God, don’t throw up. Don’t throw up. Don’t pass out. Your heart was absolutely thumping in your ear, and you blinked quickly in succession as you dropped in perspiration.

“What I’m going to do first is inject that numbing medication I told you about earlier, okay? And to do that I have to take this speculum here, and examine your uterus.” She held up the metal, narrow tool for you to see, and you nodded slowly, and it was harder for you to control how scared you looked. Eddie narrowed his eyes at the device in her hand, gulping fearfully as he turned back to you.

“It’ll be over quick, sweetheart.” His hair tickled at your shoulder. “I’m right here with you.”

You tried to float off into headspace, closing your eyes and trying your best to be somewhere else. Eddie was whispering what was supposed to be comforting things in your ear, but they weren’t doing much good. You thought of your knew kitten back at the trailer. You thought of how nice it had been to see the girls back at work. You thought how nice that day with Eddie had been, how good those pancakes had tasted.

But it didn’t prepare you for the cold metal that slipped inside of you, and you gasped sharply as your eyes snapped open. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” He scooted closer to you. “It’s alright, honey, I’m here.”

“Y/n, you doing okay? I know it’s cold, sweetie, but it won’t be long, alright?” The doctor down bellow had tried to calm you, continuing with what she needed to do.

And in reality, it didn’t hurt. It stung a little, sure, but it didn’t hurt you. You just couldn’t get your head away from that night. You tensed up your body as tight as you could, holding your breath and gasping at each motion you felt.

“I’m going to insert a dilating rod now so we can open your cervix, alright? That way I can remove the pregnancy tissue.”

Your breathing was loud through your nose, and you nodded harshly.

“Relax, y/n,” Eddie cooed softly, his finger brushing a lock of your hair, the only thing he seemed to be able to do with you. “You gotta breath, baby. Just relax.”

But you couldn’t. She was poking and prodding and saying all these things that you didn’t understand, and you just couldn’t forget.

Maybe it had been the dress you wore? Was it too short? Too revealing? You couldn’t remember really talking to anyone else that night besides your friends. You shouldn’t of answered the door. It was your own fault. You just should of kept the door closed.

You whimpered, pulling at your nightgown as your eyes snapped open. “Ouch.”

“Shh, I know, sweetheart.” His eyes were on you, breath softly fanning your cheek. “I’m sorry, I know.”

Your back slamming against the wall. His teeth smacking against your own and body shoved to the floor. Your knees cracking and nose crunching beneath you. The feeling of your throat going raw from how loud you screamed, his fingers pressing into your cheek to keep you silent. The feeling of him force himself inside of you, sharp and raw and setting a fire off in your stomach.

“Ouch.” You cried, jolting as you leaned up slightly. Your hand shot up to grab Eddie’s, who took it immediately, and you leaned back, beginning to cry as flashbacks flooded your memory.

“Hey, hey, shh- it’s,”

“Y/n, you gotta stay still for me, okay, sweetie?” The doctor called from beneath you. “You can’t move around, alright? I don’t wanna hurt you.”

You squeezed Eddie’s hand, your other fisting at your gown as you twitched and cried, face scrunching together. “Baby, baby, you gotta stay still, okay?” His hand came up to pet the side of your head. “I know it hurts, but she’s almost done, alright? Just relax, sweetheart, just breath.”

You were starting to hyperventilate. You felt something pull from beneath your legs and you let out a gutterly sob, your other hand coming up to grab at his shoulder. “Eddie- Eddie, Eddie, I’m scared! I don’t wanna do it! Stop it- it hurts, Eddie, I don’t wanna do it!”

“Y/n, baby, please, you gotta stay still.” He leaned over so he could be closer, his nose practically pressing into your cheek, his hand holding yours tightly as his arm rested across your chest, trying to keep you in place. “I’m right here, just look at me, sweetheart.”

You were shaking, trembling with fear as your sobs filled the room, and dr. brookes tried working as quickly as she could. You felt another pull, and you jolted up againt, screeching in fear. “Eddie, E-Eddie, I’m scared! I don’t- please, please, I don’t-”

“Hey, hey,” His fingers gripped at your chin and turned your face toward him, holding you firmly. “Just look at me, y/n. Look at me. Just look at me and breath. You’re almost done, okay? Just look at me.” He held you so tightly that you couldn’t turn away, your tearful eyes scrunched together as your pained sobs hit him in the face.

His eyes were nothing but love and compassion, his fingers caressing your cheek in apology for the grip he had on your chin. His curls framed his face. You just loved his hair so much, and you were always playing with it. His eyes, big and brown like a puppy, were mirroring yours with love so intense it nearly blinded planet earth.

“Just look at me, sweetheart. I’m right here.”

His nose ghosted over yours, and you could see the little bump in the middle that you often traced when he was asleep. His pink, soft lips that you missed kissing so terribly.

“That’s right. That’s right, breath, you got it. Good girl, you got it.”

His eyebrows were knitted together in concentration, trying to keep you calm, the little sliver of a scar above the arch of his brow from that horrid night in the upside down. His neck, worn by a silver chain that he never took off, one that you loved to pull at.

“You’re going it. You’re doing so good. I’m so, so proud of you, sweetheart. Just keep looking at me. I’m right here.”

And all of those details, those features, belonged to him. They belonged to Eddie, your Eddie, the absolute love of your life. There was no reason for you to fear him. His hands were loving and gentle, they were holding on to your for dear life. They weren’t his hands.

Your breaths had now calmed, your body stopped trying to free itself as Eddie lulled you into a calm state. You both stared at each other, your face leaking quiet tears, only whimpers leaving you as you held on tight. His hold on your chin had loosened and was now cupping your cheek, forehead pressed against your own as he whispered reassurances to you.

“Y/n, we’re done, sweetheart.” You both had exhaled loudly, and she softly grabbed your ankles and pulled your legs down so you could fully relax. “You did great, sweetheart. We just need you to stay for a bit so we can make sure everything’s okay.”

She had said something else, something about discharge papers, but you were too wound up to register what she said. The door to the room closed, leaving you both alone.

His hold on you did not let up, and your grip on him didn’t, either. You hiccuped and your breath hitched, your body coming down from the panic attack you’d had. “It’s alright, baby. It’s alright. I’m so proud of you. I’m so, so proud of you.” He kissed your brow delicately.

Your heart rate was still racing, but was coming down slowly. Your body ached and cramps were setting in, but you’d felt worse. You felt extremely, extremely exposed, laying there, but for once in days, you’d felt safe, even so. You relaxed even more against him. “I’m sorry, Eddie.” You panted with a gulp.

“No.” He didn’t miss a beat, pulling away to look at you. “You don’t have a thing to be sorry for, you understand me? Don’t apologize for anything.”

You whimpered in exhaustion, blinking tiredly as you continued to hold a death grip on his hand, your wrist against his own. “I love you so much.” You cried. “You’re so- you’re so good to me and I’ve…I’ve been so horrible-”

“No, no, y/n,” He cupped your cheek, bringing your hand up to his own. “Don’t.” He stared at you firmly, his thumb wiping your thick tears as he sighed. “Don’t you apologize for that. I’m the one who should be apologizing.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Why?”

“Because I’ve done nothing but push you.” He shook his head in guilt, biting his cheek. “I’ve…I’ve overwhelmed you and pressured you and-”

“But Eddie you didn’t know.” You interjected.

“That doesn’t matter.” He looked down, holding your face in his large palm, a pained look on his face. “I should of realized. You were…I just should of realized. Honey, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m fine.” You said it without thinking. It was just a blind response at that point, laying there in tears and oncoming cramps, holding onto your lover ever so tightly.

His eyes narrowed deeply, lips pursing with a deep sigh. “No, it’s not.” He swallowed painfully, giving a shake of his head in disbelief. His hand dipped down to your shoulder. “No, y/n, it’s not okay. Nothing about any of this is okay. You aren’t okay. I wish you’d stop pretending that you were.”

Your breath stalled. Where was he going with this?

Eddie brought the hand he held up to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly in strings of apologies. “Nancy told me everything.” He winced at the memories. “She…told me everything.”

It was old news, in a sense, but it was the first time he’d brought it up.

You stared at him, almost fearfully, but it washed away, and you softly pulled yourself out of his grip, gritting your teeth as you sat up, your wild hair cascading down your back. Eddie sat up, staring at the side of your face. You looked down to your hands, picking at your nails nervously, bottom lip quivering.

“Y/n-” His eyes teared up, but he blinked them away. “Listen, you don’t need to worry about…well, Nancy told me why you didn’t want me to know. Sweetheart, I’m not..I’m not gonna leave your side, okay?”

He wasn’t going to let whoever hurt you go unpunished. But as much as he hated it, it just had to wait. It wasn’t what you needed right now. “Baby, I don’t want you to be scared of me.” He pleaded, his hand brushing your back. “I just…I don’t know what to do. I want to help you, but I don’t…I don’t know how.”

“I’m not scared of you, Eddie.” Your voice cracked hoarsely, heart aching at his words. “God, Eddie, I’m not scared of you.” You turned, your pale face meeting his. “I’ve never been scared of you.”

“But why won’t you let me help you? I swear, I’m not leaving, y/n.” He squeezed your hand. “Please, y/n, I can’t..I can’t sit and watch anymore. Why don’t you let me help?” He watched as your face scrunched together at each word.

“Because it’s humiliating.” You whimpered, your feet dangling off the bed.

He wanted to move closer and wrap you up in a hug, but he knew it was important to let you have your space. You needed it. He only let his hand rest on your back.

Oh god, you were really going to do this. You were going to talk about it. With him.

“I don’t know who he was.” You kept in your cries, staring at the floor. “I don’t even really remember what he looked like. He kept me…he kept me turned so I didn’t really get to see him.”

Eddie’s eyes were glued to your cheek. He couldn’t look away, and you felt his stare as you continued. “Eddie I was so scared.” You said breathily. “It was the scariest moment of my life and I can’t- I can’t stop thinking about it.” Your hands shook as you whimpered, barely looking over your shoulder at him.

Your lips parted to speak again, but you only let out a small cry as you reached behind you to find his hand. He grabbed it immediately. “It hurt so bad.” You choked. “It hurt so bad and I thought..I thought he was going to kill me.”

You turned slowly, your eyes finding his. You whimpered at the tears streaming down his face. “I wanted to tell you, Eddie, but…I didn’t want to ruin everything for you. You’ve finally cleared your name and and- I didn’t want to be selfish.”

He squeezed your hand tighter, fingers pressing against your pulse. You closed your eyes briefly at the feeling. “I’m so embarrassed.” Your breath hitched. “I can’t- god, Eddie, I feel so..disgusting and I just- I can’t stop thinking about him and how- how he felt. What if- what if I can’t ever…what if I can’t ever be touched again? What if I’m broken now? It’s unfair to you and I just- God, it’s so humiliating and I feel so dirty.” You cried steadily, holding your stomach as it tightened, face burning in embarrassment.

“Eddie, I’m so sorry.” You let out a small sob. “We’ve work so hard to get through everything only for me to mess if all you.”

“You didn’t mess anything up.” He decided now was a good time to chime in. He scooted his chair closer, placing his other hand on your knee. “You cannot blame yourself for this, you understand me? It’s not your fault. You’re not selfish for grieving, sweetheart. You were..you went through something that I’m in now way capable of understanding and I wish I could take it all away, but you have to promise me, you cannot blame yourself.”

“But it’s not fair to you.” You shook your head. “You shouldn’t have to suffer because of me. What if…god, Eddie what if I can’t ever be touch again? What if we can’t..”

“You should know by now that I’m not in this for sex, y/n,” He chuckled humorlessly, his smile not reaching his eyes. “Everything you helped me with and- everything we went through together that night, you make it sound like I’m just gonna up and leave when things get to hard. And I- baby, sweetheart I want to help you. Please, let me. I can’t understand how you feel and I won’t pretend to, but I’ll be here if you’ll let me.” He got up and sat beside you, his shoulder brushing yours as he gripped your knee.

“I feel so dirty.” You sobbed breathlessly, meeting his eyes as your arm reached out to grab at his shirt. “How am I..how am I supposed to be normal again? I’m so scared, how will I ever-”

“One day at a time,” He came up to grab your face, holding you gently. “We do each day together. You and me. I’m gonna get you through this I swear it. We just have to do it day by day, slowly. Don’t think of it big picture, y/n. We get through today. Then tomorrow and then the next day. We’ll get through it together. When you wanna talk, I’m here. If you wanna cry or scream or just lay in bed all day we’ll do it together. One day at a time, baby. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

He made it sound so easy, so achievable. It calmed you, and you relaxed your face into his palms as you whimpered, your hand letting loose his shirt. “Will you do something for me?” You squeaked, eyes bright red and nose runny.

“Anything.” His fingers itched into your hair.

“Will you hold me?” You whimpered bashfully. It was the only thing you wanted right now. You were exhausted, yet there was this big, heavy weight that seamed to lift off of you. Eddie gave you a soft look as he brought you to his chest, arms fumbling around you as you buried yourself in his chest, resting your forehead against his bicep. His fingers combed through your hair, and he rested his head atop of yours, placing kisses against the back of your scalp.

Who knows how you were going to feel later, but for now, maybe things would be okay. Maybe they’d get better. How could they not with Eddie by your side? Your chest felt hollow, weightless, and it was so good. The weight of the world was off your shoulders now. Maybe it would be back later, but for now, it was okay. You just had to do it one day at a time. One day at a time with Eddie.

Over time, things would get easier. You’d talk when you built the courage, going into detail about that further than you had with Nancy. Some nights you would awake in screams and cold sweat. Some days all you would do was lay in the shower floor and cry. But, you just had to do it all one day at a time.

And Eddie would be with you through them all.

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more than a job | sierra six

pairing: courtland gentry (sierra six) x gn!reader

summary: six has been overseeing your safety for a couple of years now, but you’re suddenly wondering if he regrets it and wishes his life was different.

warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of anxiety, mentions of death, hurt/comfort

word count: 2.1k

a/n: finally watched the gray man and now i’m obsessed with this guy. hopefully i captured his character okay, but i’ll be working on some more fics for him in the future!

six was currently positioned by the window, peeking through the thin gap in the loose curtains of your safe house. he was silent, calculating, observant. it was no surprise to you as this was his typical behavior since he had been assigned to guard you after your father’s passing, but something about the noticeable tension in his broad shoulders felt different.

“six? what’s going on?” you asked, feeling your pulse flutter in your throat.

he slowly reached for the gun strapped to his belt and stepped closer, offering you a brief glance before it jumped back to the window and then to the front door. both were as securely locked as they were the last five times he had checked, but six was on high alert and had apparently deemed your surroundings as unsafe by some outside threat.

he put a strong hand your shoulder and you could feel the intense heat of his skin through your shirt as he ushered you out the back door. “we need to get out of here.”

“what—”

“go,” he said firmly, steely blue eyes flashing in warning.

obediently, you rushed out the door and felt him follow closely, gun arm raised behind him as the other stayed glued to your shoulder, guiding you through the dense woods just outside the safe house.

“who is that?” you whispered.

he shot you a silencing glare and you bit down on your tongue, understanding that this really wasn’t the time or place for questions; you would ask later.

six signaled ahead to a copse of trees and you swiftly stepped toward it, avoiding tripping over any stones or snapping fallen branches that would give away your location.

once hidden from view, six backed you into a tree trunk and covered you with his large form, his broad back facing you as he surveyed the area with his gun still raised ahead.

“six—” you started again as softly as you could muster, his name passing your lips on a faint breath that was swept up with the wind, but it must have been too loud for his liking as he held up a hand to silence you.

he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to his side, lowering his mouth to your ear. the heat of his breath warmed your chilled skin from the brisk air of the woods. “you see that hill up ahead?” you nodded. “just past it is another safe house, a bit larger and sturdier. when i say go, you need to run up there as fast as you possibly can, understand?”

he noticed the question forming on your lips and shushed you with a brisk shake of his head. “there are three men who have been following us and discovered our location. we need to move ahead before they catch on.” his blue eyes flitted back and forth between yours while still keeping his ears perked at any sudden noise. you could always tell when his attention was split by the way his eyes flickered with a faraway look, turning darker, sharper, and his brows pinched just enough to notice.

“when i say go,” he repeated, annunciating each word as he went, “you run like hell. i’ll take care of the men here and catch up to you. do you understand me?”

you nodded quickly, suddenly feeling the severity of the situation and feeling a twinge of anxiety settle in your stomach.

“good.” he faced forward again and took a single step forward until a branch snapped up ahead and he shifted into action. “go!” he bellowed and you raced off to the hill, dodging around trees and crunching onto scattered leaves and sticks that littered the forest floor.

your heart pounded against your ribcage and the cool air choked the breath from your lungs. this wasn’t the first time you had been on the run and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but it never got easier.

gunshots rang out from behind you, one right after another in quick succession, and you practically felt it vibrate through your boots as you ran. birds squawked as the deafening noise disrupted their nests and then the air was filled with chaos and bullets.

you spotted the safe house up ahead, bolting for the front door as shouts sounded from somewhere in the woods. without wasting any more time, you shouldered the door open and then slammed it closed, locking it soundly before hiding beneath the windowsill as you waited for six to join you.

silence and dust filled the air within the safe house, and you had never felt so alone than you did in that moment. your heart thundered as you tried to catch your breath, worried that this would be the moment that six lost, that he would be gone forever and leave you here.

you closed your eyes as tears pricked the corners and you tried to calm yourself down, you really did, but the day had been so chaotic and overwhelming that it all came crashing down on you.

you weren’t sure how long you stayed curled up by the window when you suddenly heard the familiar patterned knock that six had taught you, the one that only he used to let you know it was him.

shooting to your feet, you unlocked the door and shoved it open to see six standing at the threshold, chest heaving and sweat-slicked strands of blond hair sticking to his forehead.

you jumped forward and threw your arms around his waist, relief flooding through your system at seeing him again.

“i thought—i thought that—”

he returned your embrace and ran a hand through your hair as he shushed you with comforting words. “i’m here now. it’s okay. they’re gone. you’re safe.”

six walked you further into the house and attempted to settle you onto the lumpy couch, but you had questions—questions that had been on the tip of your tongue since the two of you first ran off from earlier in the day.

“who were those guys? how did they find us? did my father really have that many enemies? i mean, where did they come from? how did he know them and—”

“it wasn’t because of your father this time,” he interrupted.

your brows knitted in confusion. “what do you mean? i thought that’s why you were assigned to me, i thought—”

“it was because of me, okay? you’re a liability for me,” he blurted out.

you froze, eyes wide and heart caught in your throat. on the one hand, being a liability indicated that you were valuable, that you meant something to him; on the other hand, however, a liability was burdening, suffocating, someone or something that weighed a person down. were you doing that to six? were you weighing him down, holding him back? were you just another job to him?

of course you were, you thought pathetically. he had been assigned to guard you just a couple of years prior and had always taken the task seriously, never questioning anything or perceiving you as a chore, never once condescending or mean. but maybe that had changed without your knowledge, maybe he had hidden his true feelings toward you and this job until it got to be too much. you were too much.

you thought back to the first time the two of you had met, just days after your father’s murder and you were still grieving, though you had your own way of showing it.

“who the hell are you?” you had asked shortly.

“six.”

“six like the number? what, was one through five taken?” you had snorted at the joke.

“yes,” he had replied simply.

“oh.”

“any other questions?”

“not currently, no.”

he had given a brisk nod before turning on his heel. “good, then let’s get going.”

you always joked too much and teased him relentlessly, making light of the tragedy that was your life now: no living relatives, always on the run from your father’s never-ending list of enemies.

maybe six had finally had enough and he was going to leave you just like everyone else in your life had.

you swallowed past the lump in your throat as he continued, answering your silent questions while momentarily glancing between you and the wall like it was difficult for him to look at you for too long.

“there are people out there who will hurt you to get to me, do you understand that?” he paused, and you realized that it wasn’t just a rhetorical question and he was waiting for you to acknowledge the severity of his situation. you nodded your assent, nothing more than a slight tilt to your chin but he took it for what it was.

“i am a cog in this corrupt machine of a world we live in and it is my responsibility to keep you safe, to make sure none of that ugliness touches you. i won’t let anyone hurt you, okay?” he said lowly, tone a soft velvet against your ears, “but you have to work with me here, y/n. you have to do as i say when i say it, or—” he cut himself off and you noticed the tick of his jaw before he finished, deathly quiet, “or i might lose you, and i can’t lose you.”

you stared wide-eyed, words dying in your throat as his speech came to an end. you had thought he was going to abandon you, leave you to fend for yourself in this safe house in the middle of nowhere, not express how much he cared for you.

“this is where you say something, y/n,” he muttered, gaze softening.

“i’m not sure i know what to say…” you bit your lip then continued, “i thought you were going to get rid of me.”

“‘get rid of you’? why would i do that?” he asked with genuine confusion.

“i just thought—i thought maybe you had gotten sick of me. that i was too complicated of a job and you wanted out.”

you noticed the steady rise and fall of his chest falter as realization settled over him. six took a cautious step forward, then another and another until he was standing a hairsbreadth away from you. his hand lifted to brush lightly along your cheek, softer and gentler than you would have ever expected from the man.

“you’re not just a job to me, y/n, and i’m far from being sick of you. why do you think i’ve stuck around this long, hm?” he asked quietly, a slight curve to his lips. “i stayed because i like you. you make me laugh and distract me from my demons and change my entire outlook on life. sure, we were both dealt a pretty shitty hand, yeah?” you snorted in agreement and his thumb swiped across your bottom lip, gently tugging on the cushion of it. “you make my life worth living, make it not so bad. i need you… probably more than you need me.”

“i sincerely doubt that,” you whispered. “i’d be dead without you. literally.”

he breathed out a laugh. “yeah, well, life wouldn’t really be sunshine and rainbows without you either, sweetheart.”

your cheeks flamed at the endearment, loving how it sounded coming from him, the velvety baritone of his voice warming you from the inside out.

“so, if it’s all right with you,” he said softly, “i’d like to stick around. how about it?”

you smiled, feeling his thumb pulling from where it still rested on your lip. you nipped it gently and giggled at his reaction. “i’d like that a lot.”

“good, ‘cause i’m not going anywhere. not without you.”

“good.”

his lips lowered to your forehead as he placed a soft kiss there. “what do you say we change out of these clothes? get some food in you, hm?”

you peered down at your muddy boots and tattered shirt, thanks to the jagged branches that had caught and snagged at your clothing as you raced through the woods. “yeah, that would probably be best.”

his lips quirked up into a smile. “there’s a stash in the bedroom over there. grab whatever you can find and i’ll see what kind of canned epicurean delight i’ve got in the cupboards.”

you rolled your eyes at his playfulness, relishing in this brief moment of peace between the two of you. “thanks, six,” you said quietly.

“courtland.”

“what?”

“my real name is courtland,” he replied, almost sheepish. “just thought it was time i finally told you.”

a grin stretched across your face at his honesty, at this little glimpse into his true self that he was sharing with you, deeming you worthy enough to receive it—to receive him.

“thank you for trusting me with it… courtland.”

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